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zooophagous · 2 years ago

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So why do you hate the advertising industry?

Hokay so.

Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.

I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.

I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.

Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.

Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.

Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.

I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.

And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.

Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.

Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.

And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.

Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.

It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.

It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.

And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.

Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.

Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.

However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.

I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.

Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.

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cheesiedomino · 10 months ago

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Second Chances ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: your old situationship from many years ago just moved back in town and of course, he has to text you. but it’s not just any normal text — he’s asking you out on a proper date this time. will you give a second chance to Cupid? or will you be left here feeling stupid?

genre: lee minho x fem!reader | exes (??) to lovers wc: 4.6k tags/warnings: fluff, some light angst, slightly suggestive but nothing srs, mild cursing, kissing, small mentions of crying T-T

now playing 🎧: from the start by laufey

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“Why don’t you give Tinder a try already? I’m sick of hearing you nagging all day about being lonely!” Areum abruptly suggests mid-convo , resting her palm on the side of her face.

As you both casually wait for the food to arrive, you end up on the dreadful topic of dating again. You got into a real heated discussion with her, sitting in a booth at this new restaurant one of your coworker’s recommended. It wasn’t super well known but they wouldn’t stop raving about how delicious their breadsticks were. The place wasn’t too jam packed but definitely had a decent amount of people. What you weren’t anticipating on was seeing dozens of couples here, it kind of threw your whole vibe off since it only reminded you of your current sad relationship status. Maybe you were putting far too much thought into it but everything seemed so highly unfair. Glaring in envy while they all happily rub in your face that they’ve found their forever companion.

Life really can be cruel at times.

“You can’t be for real right now..” you instantly side eye your friend from across the table. Feeling personally triggered whenever she mentions online dating. You refuse to try it, never wanting to partake in such a vain concept where you swipe left and right based solely on looks. “That’s not the same as real romance. I want to meet someone naturally, wanna tell my kids when they grow up how I met their dreamy, hunk of a father in aisle 39 at Whole Foods.”

One could say it’s almost pathetic in a way— this burning desire you harbor within, longing for a pure, quaint, and beautiful love. Constantly catching yourself daydreaming about finding your life partner, the person you’re going to marry and possibly create an eternal family with. That day has yet to come unfortunately, but you still hold onto the thought of you someday meeting the one.

You thought you found them before, but thou shalt not speak thy names out into existence.

“Well, good luck finding ‘real romance’ in the big age of 2024-” Areum snorts in amusement, taking a pause to sip on her mango strawberry lemonade. “I need whatever drugs you’re on that’s making you this delulu so I can fantasize about my knight and shining armor that’s never coming!”

God you hate that word. Delulu. Why are you suddenly “delusional” for wanting a picture perfect romance? It doesn’t need to be perfect per se, but you want to feel adored, swept off your feet and embraced like the true queen you are. Was that too much to ask? Considering the current state of dating in this day and age, it might just be.

“I mean, let’s face it girl. You literally don’t know the first thing about love ___, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like in the K-dramas y’know! Haven’t you only had like one boyfriend in high school? You barely even dated that guy for a month-”

“That’s because he dumped me to go move to LA and become a dumb YouTuber!” You snapped back, cutting her off to get all the facts straight.

It was hard not to grimace while thinking of such old memories. Dating a Minecraft streamer definitely had to be one of the most embarrassingly cringe choices you’ve ever made.

“Whatever that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to get at here is you don’t have the best track record when it comes to men. Remember that other guy you were seeing before we graduated? I thought y’all would’ve dated for sure but he turned out to be a dickhole just like the rest of ‘em…” Areum shakes her head in disbelief, recalling all those times you’d call in a frenzied panic about things not working out.

“What was his name again? Min… Minwoo? No, that’s not it.. it was definitely Min something.” She attempts on remembering but keeps drawing a blank.

“Minho.” You answer almost instantaneously. His name still rolled off the tongue smooth as velvet.

It felt weird though. Saying it out loud after so many years of blocking it from your immediate vocabulary. A name you thought would never escape your lips again.

“Damn, you really still think about him don’t you?” She dares to ask, knowing how difficult it is for you to even talk about this anymore.

You only respond by nodding slowly, unable to bring yourself to look at her. It was far too intense; bearing the emotions of hurt and guilt from a past fling that meant more to you but nothing to the other. That’s how most of your tragic stories end— always too overly into them while they barely reciprocate any of that energy towards you. The thing is, you thought Minho actually liked you, even so far as wanting to date in the near future. Considering he brought you over his parent’s house (to hook up of course), and though you didn’t meet them you still think that meant something. Most men don’t just bring any woman they’re seeing to their parent’s place without somewhat thinking a potential relationship could happen down the line.

“So that’s why you should download Tinder and start swipin’ on some other cuties! It’ll at least distract you for a bit and get your mind off that asswipe,” Areum pitches her idea once more, “there’s plenty other fish in the sea ___. Not everyone online is some crazy serial killer, plus you clearly don’t seem to be having much luck out in the real world.”

You wanted to jump up from the table and erase that smirk from her face but instead you roll your eyes at that last remark. “I don’t need those shitty dating apps. I’m very capable of finding someone in real life for your information!” You quickly retort as a means to defend yourself. Even though she did have a point, her delivery could’ve been a little bit nicer.

It’s not easy being a hopeless romantic, you can’t help but yearn for that special someone to enter your life and change it for the better. You won’t feel wholly satisfied nor complete until you do. The sad reality of the matter was that you are still painfully single. No one’s interesting enough to cease your attention, let alone go on any actual dates. Areum’s had enough of your bitching and whining though, there’s only so many rants and tirades she can keep listening to about your vicious hatred for men before she loses it completely. Your nonexistent love life has become more of a nuisance as that time of year approaches— Valentine’s Day. A god forsaken holiday you’ve always loathed with a passion. Wanting nothing more than to be one of those girls on the receiving end getting flowers and chocolates. A day full of the utmost joy and pleasant surprises from your loving significant other.

Must be nice..

Speaking of surprises.. The buzzing in your ear echoes from your phone pinging loudly, indefinitely startling you. Grabbing it to check the sudden notification, your eyes go absurdly wide at the contact name displayed on your screen. Blinking numerous times from shock, you stare at your phone in incredulity; making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

Lee Minho. The Lee Minho?

What kind of sorcery is being conjured where the instant you bring him up, he somehow texts you after all these years of not speaking? This coincidence was more than unsettling to you. A part of your inner thoughts still believes this is all some elaborate joke being played on you, waiting for a cameraman to pop out of some curtain to announce you’ve just been pranked. But nothing happens, life proceeds as normal. Now you’re left with the most puzzling notification you might’ve ever received.

It was your last year of college and the pressure of your academics along with appeasing your family was getting to you immensely. You needed an escape from all of it, desperately. Which you found through none other than Lee Minho, the boy who worked as a barista at Cozmo’s; this coffee shop you used to frequent a lot. It was a cute, small family-owned establishment and they made the best matcha lattes— in your humble opinion. You’d pick one up almost every day along with a slice of freshly baked cinnamon bread. It started off as only playful banter with him in the beginning, then it lead to more as time went on. One day, as you reached out to pay he blocked your hand from moving any closer, letting you freely walk away without spending a dime. This soon became a regular occurrence, as you’d start seeing Minho outside of work, getting to know more and more about him. You remember so desperately wanting to date back then, pitying your past self for thinking there was even a chance.

‘Maybe he’s just texted the wrong person’ you psyche yourself into thinking, but when you unlock your phone to finally read the message — an uncomfortable lump forms in the pit of your throat.

Minho 🐈:

Hey is this still ___’s number?

You honestly don’t know why you still have his number saved, let alone allowing a whole emoji to be next to it. Though it never was like you to delete anything, no matter how painful it may have been. More lingering questions makes you want to seek out the possible solutions. Why would he text you of all people ? None of this adds up in your mind realistically. Furrowing your brows in concentration, you think of what to say as you draft out a response.

Yes… who’s this?

After a tedious struggle of typing out multiple paragraphs and immediately deleting them, you went over your words a few more times before sending a final reply. It would’ve been strange had you knew exactly who he was off the bat, that’ll just be dead giveaway you still had his contact info saved this whole time. But with that logic, doesn’t that make Minho just as odd for still keeping your number after all this time has passed?

Your phone dings again.

Minho 🐈:

Srsly -_-

Did you really delete my number??

Bet he didn’t see that one coming. He probably thought the moment he texts you, you were gonna kiss up to him like you’ve always done in the past. Mentally giggling to yourself at the image of him getting flustered by you not knowing who he was at first. Feels good to know you knocked his confidence down a peg.

Lol, chillax.. I know it’s you Minho :P

Not even a minute later, a flood of incoming messages appear. Biting your lip out of nervousness, your heart couldn’t stop beating so fast— anxiously checking your phone as the atmosphere around you suddenly gets stuffier.

Minho 🐈:

Better be lucky I didn’t block you after that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Guess who’s back in the city btw. Did ya miss me? ;)

No need to answer that, I already know you did. You should stop by at Cozmo’s again sometime!

Also what’re you up to this week? I need you to clear out all your plans because I’m taking you out on a date.

You always knew Minho was the bold type but this was on another level. The sheer audacity he has to even ask something like this after not reaching out for almost 3 years was more than ballsy on his part. It felt like a surge of butterflies erupting in your stomach, getting lightheaded as you think about seeing him again. He really had an effect on you like no other.

Glancing up from your screen to finally pay attention to Areum again, you assure her everything’s going to be just fine. “Looks like I won’t be needing to download Tinder after all.”

Later on that day you ended up going to Cozmo’s and meeting up with Minho. It never really took much convincing from him to get you to budge, though it was a hell of a lot worse back then. You used to blindly follow along with anything he said just to seek his approval, hoping that eventually he’ll see you as the girl he wants to settle down with. Alas, nothing ever blossomed into something more, and you knew deep down that this was headed nowhere— but that still didn’t stop you from fantasizing about a future with him. Getting lost into deep thought, head heavy in the clouds as you imagine the idea of Minho confessing his undying love for you. You’ll be so caught off guard as he gets down on one knee, looking at you with the entire solar system in eyes while he proposes in the most charming way. It really is pitiful how much you still daydream about a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but would constantly act like he was, then up and leaves without mentioning a single word about it.

You convinced yourself he ran off with someone else to have a better life with, even hearing through town gossip that he’s moved to South Korea to pursue becoming an idol. Whatever the case may be it still weighed heavily on your mind that he never bothered to tell you anything, even a simple ‘goodbye’ would’ve sufficed the empty hole in your heart. The main reason you agreed on meeting up with Minho was to finally ask, why? Why did he pretend to like you? Why did he act like your boyfriend when he never had intentions on seriously dating? Why was he so good at making you fall so hard for him..?

“You look great.” You subconsciously blurt out, affixed in a daze as you stare in awe at the man in front of you.

It’s been a while since you came here— never able to fully bring yourself to try and go back. Though you knew this place first, and they really did have the best Mactha lattes in the universe. It reminded you too much of him and you sadly had to let it go.

You weren’t proud of it but you did go home quickly to change clothes and redo your makeup. Usually you wouldn’t care but this was the only guy you’ve been consistently crushing on for years, you had to feel good inside and out. Minho was just as gorgeous as you remembered, if not he looked even more ethereal — which seemed impossible in itself already. He’s grown up so beautifully, his facial features became more sharp, especially his jawline which looks so defined and sculpted by the Gods.

Minho lightly chuckles at your timidness, some things just never change. “You look way better.” His lips drew into a faint smirk as he admires your presence.

He meant every word of what he said, you looked really good, and it was making him even more frustrated that so much time has passed. Regretting the way he handled things so many years ago, wishing he could take it all back and do everything differently. Seeing you again made it easier for Minho to suppress the guilt he’s borne for so long. This moment feels like a second chance to make amends for his past mistakes.

You couldn’t help but blush when you hear his compliment, feeling your ears grow hot as you look at the ground. There was a silent pause between you that lasted for what seemed like ages. Weirdly enough the conversation flowed well after he finally broke the awkwardness, the chemistry was overall still there and were able to pick up right where it left off.

“I’m so glad you came ___, I’ve been dying to see you since I got here. I’m surprised you even still responded to my lame ass.”

Minho’s light confession puzzles you. If he really was dying to see you, why’d he wait so long to get in contact with you? To be fair, you don’t know the exact time he came back.

“Oh, is that so? When’d you come back? Also show me pics of Korea, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like there.” You fondly inquire, leaning against the side of the wall as he’s still behind the counter. He mentioned to you he’s only working part time because his parents would rather mooch off their son for free labor than to hire and pay a new employee.

“Yesterday,” he quickly states before taking out his phone to scroll through his gallery, “guess my sister must’ve told you I went there huh?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I haven’t talked to Elle in a while. She’s tried hitting me up a few times though.. but I found out through Areum ‘cause she was seeing Hoseok back then.”

They were definitely “seeing” each other alright, but mostly in the bedroom. Areum didn’t want anything exclusive with Hoseok and neither did he, it was the perfect friends with benefits situation. Minho and Hoseok were good friends who’ve known each other for a while, so naturally he’d tell Areum everything and overshare at some point.

“Agh, there’s a customer gotta take this. One sec, sorry!” He briefly apologizes before bringing his attention to the new person heading inside. You nod, signaling he’s good to go. “I’ll be waiting over there,” you point to a small wooden table with 2 chairs in a corner.

Once Minho comes back you notice he’s no longer wearing his purple work apron; back in his regular attire now and sporting an oversized dark grey hoodie that was three times too big. He was holding a large cup with green liquid and a paper bag in his hand, that’s when it clicks for you— he still remembers your favorite meal.

He’s grinning the whole time he’s handing you the matcha latte and cinnamon pastry, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas Day. This was the most you’ve seen him be so enthusiastic about something, even back when you were “with” him you can’t recall him beaming with such energy like this.

“Awh, thank you. I haven’t had either one of these in years!” You wanted to give him the biggest hug but you refrained from doing so, feeling as though it may be too early for that.

“Of course dear, anything for you.”

Why does everything he says have to make you melt from the inside out? It’s not fair! >:(

Glancing down at your yummy beverage, you see a message written on the side of the glass with bold permanent sharpie. Tilting your head to read it, the words are bit jumbled together but you get the gist. You’re almost left speechless after it reads: ‘___, Will you be my valentine?’

Your most dreaded and least favorite holiday is here, yippee! But, there’s a twist on this year’s turn of events; you actually have someone to celebrate this wretched tradition with. You should be excited but all you’re feeling is the sudden urge to vomit as you were nervous out of your mind. This was kind of weird to you, going on a date with your ex boyfriend who was never even your real boyfriend. Looking back on it now you shouldn’t have tolerated a relationship dynamic like that, Minho was clearly taking advantage of your passiveness by not explicitly saying what he wanted. On the contrary, you had no one to blame but yourself, you never spoke up or criticized anything even if it didn’t coincide with your personal morals.

The fact he never took you on an actual date until now speaks volumes, you obviously didn’t have enough self worth back to demand better treatment. It took you years of figuring out what a real, healthy relationship is supposed to be like through trials of therapy and that was an emotional rollercoaster in itself. All your uncertainties soon faded away once you became more secure and knew exactly what you wanted for yourself. It took every ounce of patience and acceptance to unlearn all your bad coping mechanisms and other toxic behaviors that were only stunting your inner growth. You’re happy to be in a position now where you’re able to express wholeheartedly what you deserve, it’s the best feeling ever to feel like you’re in control of your own life.

You spent almost 3 hours getting ready and your bedroom now looked like a war zone. The outfit you chose was super girly, a frilly white dress with pink platform heels— Minho’s going to drool in amazement when he sees you. When you sent Areum photos of you before heading out, she responds right way with a series of hearts and other sweet comments— hyping you up to no end like the best friend she is. She’s also able to help pull you out of your doubtful headspace, when you felt unsure if you could really go through with this she quickly psyched you out of it. Reminding you exactly who you are and why you are the prize, not him. ‘He should be the one who’s nervous, not the other way around’ you assure yourself over and over as a mini ego boost.

His jaw dropped when he spotted you walking up to his car, infatuated by how pretty and perfect you looked in every way possible. It angers him so much to know he took all this for granted, he didn’t appreciate all of you the way he should’ve but now he gets another chance to redo everything and right his wrongs. It’s a lot of pressure but he bravely accepts it, he could never mess up another opportunity like this again. The car ride was fairly silent in the beginning, you were vibing in peace as the only thing you could hear was Minho’s soft indie playlist as background music.

You ultimately chose to be the one to speak first, breaking the ice with a simple inquiry about the date. “So where are we going?” Looking out at the scenery from the window, all you is trees and more trees. If it’s something to do with nature you surely don’t want any parts of it, you’ve never been too fond of the wilderness.

“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” He keeps a tight seal on today’s destination without dropping a single hint, forcing you to go completely blind into this. As he goes back to focus on the road, you sigh anxiously after hearing him refuse to disclose anything.

Did he seriously forget what kind of person you are? Anyone who’s close to you at all knows you’ve never been into those types of things. Ever.

“You know I hate surprises Minho,” you remind him, attempting to pry for more information. Even shooting him a doe eyed look along with poking out your bottom lip, but he doesn’t falter.

He simply nods, “I know but you’ll like this one, just have a little bit of faith me.” Flashing an innocent smile at you, he seems to be overly confident in whatever his plan consists of.

After almost half an hour passes the car finally comes to a stop, you scan the area and instantly notice a sense of familiarity among the place. Across from you was an ice cream parlor you thought didn’t exist anymore. But there it is, still standing with dozens of customers waiting in line. The small shop was famously known for its fish-shaped ice cream cones, you’ve always wanted to visit the place and try it when you were a little from seeing it on TV all the time. When you told Minho about it, you said how your parents would say it was too far but it actually closed down and they didn’t know how to tell you. From time to time you’d still think about that place, but you would’ve never thought they relocated. Being here with Minho brings an indescribable amount of happiness to your spirit.

“I mentioned this place like one time in passing, how’d you even remember?” You wonder in amazement, after all these years he still remembers something as minuscule as this.

“It may not have seemed like it but I paid attention to every little detail you told me ___, all it. Of course I know you don’t like surprises but how else would I have been able to take you here?” He sweetly expresses to you, not wanting to hold back anymore.

You wanted to cry right here, right now. All your emotions came crashing down at once and it’s hard to keep them concealed. A lot has changed within these years, things feel so different with him now, especially with how much he’s matured. You notice how he doesn’t act like the typical fuckboy in his early 20’s anymore, he’s much more interested in getting to know only person — that being you.

“I’ve rehearsed this in my head like a million times and I don’t think I’ll ever say it the right way I want but it’s time I start being as transparent as possible with you…” Minho takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always liked you ___, from the start actually,” he keeps going, “I was just scared, of what I don’t know.. Commitment maybe?”

Slightly looking in another direction, your vision faintly blurs from tears welling up, “I- I honestly don’t know what to say..”

“Then don’t say anything at all, I don’t need you to. I may not know the first thing about how to love someone, but I want to learn all of it with you.” He feels all the remorse of leaving you alone for all these years, unable to process the pain you must’ve endured at him not getting into contact with you. “I’m so sorry ___. For everything, I’m going to make it all better I promise.”

Your eyes subconsciously flutter shut when he comes in contact with you. Connecting in perfect symmetry with your lips to sync together in motion. His gentle hands cupped your face delicately; his touch was so warm and inviting. Your fingers were deeply tangled in his brunette locks, relishing every minute as he tilts his head to capture more of you. He genuinely couldn’t believe he went this long without kissing these luscious lips again. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip to subtly ask for entry and you comply. Dopamine floods both your senses like a series of fireworks going off, feeling intoxicated by each other’s taste. It was probably that vanilla bean chapstick you always wore— an old favorite of his and is still your go-to flavor of choice. He wanted to savor you in this moment for as long as he could, cherish the fact he has you in his hold again.

“Want to know something funny?” He asks out of nowhere, still smirking from that heated kiss that just happened seconds ago.

“Hm?”

“You’re the reason I ended up coming back here.” Minho states bluntly, no hesitation detected in his voice whatsoever.

You struggle to comprehend anything, overwhelmed by all his sudden confessions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I never want to leave your side ever again ___. I’m staying here with you, I already made the biggest mistake of losing you once I can’t let the same thing happen twice.” He spoke tenderly from the bottom of his heart, it felt so genuine you couldn’t not believe him.

Going back to rewind time isn’t possible, but “do-over’s” are, and sometimes we’re able to get those second chances to make things right when we get them wrong the first time.

[End <3].

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dontforgetukraine · 29 days ago

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This month, Olena Vladymyrets, a Holodomor witness from the Vinnytsia region,celebrated her 95th birthday. Ms Olena was born on November 4,1929. She is the only one of 3 daughters of Oleksandr and Marta Tsvylyk who survived the Holodomor. Photo from Nina Vladymyrets' Fb page. "We lived in Tomashpil village in the Khmilnytskyi district, Vinnytsia region.There were 3 of us: the eldest, Larysa, born in 1927; me, in 1929; the youngest, Mariyka, in 1932. Both of my sisters didn’t survive. Mariyka was only 5 months old," she told our museum staff in an interview. During the Holodomor, she was very young, but she heard from her parents that before collectivization, people lived decently. "Those who worked, they lived..." But then, all their bread was taken away. "You know, as they used to say: 'Lenin told Stalin to take away the 'surpluses' but Stalin thought: take everything to the last crumb!' And so they did. My mother managed to earn a small amount of grain and put it in a pot to cook. She placed the pot in the oven, covering it with cauldron of water as if she were only heating the water. Activists broke in, poured out the water, removed the small pot of grain, and dumped it into their bag. Neither tears nor pleas helped. They took everything from everyone, and that is how the famine began." In 1946-1947, Olena Oleksandrivna experienced yet another man-made famine. "Mother and five of us, children, (four were born after the Holodomor) were already without a father (he died in the war). In the winter of 1947, Mother travelled to Western Ukraine seven times to trade some household goods for food." Ms Olena recalls. "She took all the essential items we had at home, including linens, towels, and various other things. It was a hard journey; they travelled in boxcars,got caught,and were forced off. And I, at 16, stayed home alone with the children. When Mum returned from the West, she brought a bit of grain. We kept a little for ourselves,then took the rest to the market in Bykiv, 8–10 km away. There, Mum sold the grain and bought clothes—jackets, skirts, dresses, scarves to go back to the West, as we had already sold out everything we had. I looked at those clothes and wanted a dress or a skirt so badly; after all, I was a girl! But what could I say to my mother? There were still younger children at home who were asking for food…" Today, Ms Olena, along with all of Ukraine, is going through another hardship—the war unleashed by Russia. Despite her age, she helps her daughter Nina make trench candles for Ukrainian soldiers. In addition, throughout the summer, the women made homemade treats for the soldiers they grew themselves: pastila, adjika, pickled cucumbers, tomatoes, fruits, vegetables, and berries! Although our birthday celebrant needs a walker to move, she actively contributes to volunteer work. She rolls cardboard for candles, peels fruits and vegetables, and assists her daughter as much as she can. Her daughter has also sent five drones to the front lines and provided medications, tourniquets and other essential items requested by the soldiers. We wish Ms Olena health,a long life,and a speedy Victory,which she dreams of more than anything else! May her dream come true! —Holodomor Museum

#Ukraine #Holodomor #Olena Vladymyrets #Ukrainian history

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genjispeace · 1 month ago

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Hunger - Cassidy X Reader Oneshot

a/n: I was really wanting to write something with everybody's favorite cowboy, so enjoy this! It is slightly rushed because I really wanted to get it out and scratch that writer's itch to write it, but I hope you all still enjoy

tags: Cassidy x reader, AFAB reader (only things like "good girl" are used but otherwise it is gender neutral), unprotected sex, orgasm control, "I hear you, pumpkin," smut, cowboy hats, car sex

There’s a certain dark hunger in some people. It’s the kind that can only be satiated by vices, like alcohol or nicotine. Cassidy is no stranger to vices, but the only one that can satiate his hunger is currently walking to ride a mechanical bull in a bar. He watches you walk to him and take his hat off, placing it on your own head before walking to the bull. The crowd cheers you on, your hips swaying as you walk. He wonders if you know about the hat rule that cowboys have. Probably not, but he would be happy to teach you.

He brings his whiskey to his lips, watching as you swing a leg over the machine. The alcohol hits his tongue, but it does nothing to feed the ache that’s starting in his lower stomach at the sight of seeing you in his hat and a tight pair of jeans. The alcohol you drank, while not much, was enough to put a slight dusting of pink on your cheeks, and the lights of the bar highlight that.

You wrap your hand around part of the saddle, testing your grip on it, and Cassidy can’t help the groan that he releases. Your hand moves up and down the grip slightly, and while it seems innocent enough, Cassidy can only think about you repeating that same motion on his cock.

You manage to stay on for a decent amount of time, the machine shaking your body. You eventually get flung off and land softly on the mat, giggling as you hit it. It’s a soft drop, and you recover quickly, starting to walk to where you left Cassidy at the bar.

“You sure you don’t want to ride it?” You call out to him.

“Nah,” he says simply, then downs the last of his whiskey.

“What? Are you scared you’ll fall off?” You tease. Cassidy’s eyes narrow as he locks his gaze with yours.

“Darlin’, I’ve been on real bulls before. That’s nothing,” the cowboy says, and you smile at him. Cassidy stands, the two of you ready to leave now that you got to ride the bull. When Cassidy got back from his last mission, you decided to take him out to a bar and blow off some steam. You got just enough alcohol in your system to want to ride the bull, but told him you’d be ready to leave after that. You reach up to pull his hat off, having borrowed it to complete the cowboy vibe you wanted. It was a silly thing to do, but he didn’t fight you when you plucked it off his head.

“Here,” you pass the hat back to him.

“Do you know the rule?” A voice calls out to you. You turn around to find another one of the customers watching you and Cassidy. She has a hat of her own, which she tips to you when you notice her.

“Rule?” You call back. A soft smile shows on her features.

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” she calls back, then laughs at the blush creeping into your cheeks. You snap around to face Cassidy.

“Is that true?” You ask. You feel heat burning up your face, and not just from the alcohol. Cassidy’s grey eyes trace your face, then he nods.

“Yes,” he says. “But it’s just an old rule. You don’t have to follow it.”

Cassidy stands after that, trying to put as much distance between him and you as possible. His hands itch with the urge to touch you, to bend you over and make you scream. The thought of you riding him infiltrated his mind as soon as the customer said it, and that delicious blush appeared on your cheeks. He wonders if you turn that red when you come too.

No, he can’t think like this. The two of you are friends, nothing more.

You have to jog to keep up with Cass, who takes large strides out of the bar and into the parking lot. The two of you rode his truck here, and he is your only ride back, so hopefully he doesn’t just leave you.

You eventually catch up, standing next to him as you get closer to the truck. Your hand bumps into his and he yanks it away, making you freeze. He’s never cared about you touching him before, and this was an accident.

“What the fuck?” You scream out, making the cowboy finally stop and turn to face you. A soft sprinkle of rain starts to fall onto the two of you, the chill making goosebumps rise on your skin. “Is this about that woman saying the rule?”

“Don’t,” Cassidy’s voice is a low warning, his eyes hidden under his hat. “Who cares about some stupid rule?” Your voice rises again. Cassidy takes a step forward, closing the distance slightly.

“It’s not the fucking rule. It’s you,” Cassidy continues to close the distance until the two of you are standing almost chest to chest. Your heart pounds as the smell of gunpowder and cedar fills your nose.

“Cassidy?” You say his name out. He looks down at you, strands of soft brown hair escaping the confines of his hat and falling in front of his forehead.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me to walk away from you,” Cassidy’s words come out as a hushed whisper. His hand reaches up to you, cupping your face gently. He pauses, giving you time to get away from him.

You freeze in place, your eyes searching his face. His calloused fingers feel rough against your skin, and you lean into the touch. It’s enough to make him snap, and he crashes his lips into yours. You yelp in surprise at first, then melt into his touch. He tastes like his whiskey, and he devours you like a man starved. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you open your mouth, granting him entry. His other hand reaches to your hip, pulling your body into his. You feel his erection grinding into you through the rough material of both of your jeans. You whimper at the feeling, and the sound makes Cassidy pull away from you.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, but there’s a look of pleading in his eyes like he’s praying you don’t. You smile. You want him. You have for a long time now.

“Let me follow that rule, Cassidy,” you say, a sweet smile on your face. Cassidy groans, his fingers twitching before he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you toward his truck. He unlocks it quickly and the two of you jump into the backseat, where he pulls you into his lap. You immediately grind down onto him, seeking any sort of friction against your heated core.

“Desperate little thing, hm?” Cassidy says with a chuckle, the sound only making you wetter. You just hum, reaching to his hat and placing it back on your head.

“Does it suit me?” You say, wiggling your hips slightly.

“Such a brat,” Cassidy tsks. You reach to pull your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floorboards. You somehow manage to keep the hat on when doing so.

Cassidy reaches to you, his hands touching your soft skin. His metal hand has a slight chill to it that contrasts the heat in your body. You wonder what it would be like to have that hand against your core, or even inside you. The thought makes you shudder.

Cassidy unclasps your bra at an achingly slow pace. Once your chest is finally bare, he immediately pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicks against it, making you arch your back into him. You can feel him smile against your skin, and his soft hair tickles you.

You still feel his erection under you, and you push down onto it, which makes Cassidy groan against your skin. He takes your other nipple into his mouth next, biting down on it softly. You shudder as he teeth scratch along your skin.

“Cass, don’t tease me,” you say. His nickname on your lips makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you smile. “Please.”

Once he’s finally satisfied, he lets you move your hips enough to pull your jeans down. His truck is fairly spacious, so it is pretty easy to get stripped. You even pull his shirt over his head with ease, your nails digging into his skin slightly. He’s tanned, with strong muscles and a lean frame. Your nails trace his V-line, then his happy trail, and he takes a sharp intake when your hand reaches his waistline.

You take his belt off slowly, giving him the same aching pace he gave you, but he takes it at your pace. Finally, you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand under his waistband and into his underwear. He hisses when your nails drag along his cock. You take it in your hand, giving it a few strokes. He feels big, and your core aches at the thought.

“I need you inside me, please,” you say softly, and Cassidy’s grey eyes seem to darken.

“Darlin’, you are playing with fire,” he says, his Southern drawl stronger as you stroke him.

Instead of answering him, you pull away and push your underwear down your thighs, letting them fall. You sit back on his lap, where his jeans are still on his thigh. Your core connects with his clothed leg, and the slight friction makes a soft whimper escape your lips. His hand twitches, like he’s debating taking control.

“Fuck me, Cass,” you say out, and he finally snaps. In what feels like barely any time, his jeans and boxers are pushed the rest of the way off and he’s pulling you back over his lap. You were right. He is big.

Your mouth hangs open slightly as you start to lower onto his cock, his grey eyes hyper focused on you the whole time. You take him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his size, and he groans at your pace. You moan out his name once, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you sink the rest of the way on to him.

“You’re so fucking perfect, darlin’,” he says, the praise making your heart flutter. His hands find their way to your bare hips, slowly guiding you up and down. The sting from the stretch and the pressure has you addicted to him. How did you ever live without this?

He thrusts up to match your pace, slow at first, and it has you damn near falling apart. There’s a reason Cassidy is always cocky, and you’re learning that reason firsthand right now. Just when your climax starts to build, his grip on your hips turns like a vise, holding you down on his cock.

“Ah, good girls don’t come without permission,” he says. You whimper, your head dropping against his shoulder. A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “Come on, darlin’, you can take it.”

His grip on your hips loosens, allowing you to move up and down on his cock again, and your climax gets closer again. You bury your face in Cassidy’s neck, inhaling his scent.

“Please,” you mutter softly against his skin, his stubble tickling your face.

“You can do better than that.” He wraps one of hands into your hair, pulling you back until you’re forced to lift your head and make eye contact with him. Those grey eyes bore into you, a dark and deep hunger hiding under them.

“Cass, please. I need it,” you beg. You sound desperate, and he eats it up.

“Come on my cock, darlin’,” he thrusts up hard, the motion and his filthy words combining to make you fall apart. He wraps one of his arms around your waist to steady you as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head spins. No release has been this good before, this strong, and Cassidy seems to know that, because he whispers soft praises to you through it.

Just when it’s almost over though, he releases his hold on your waist and presses his metal hands against your clit. You yelp out at the contact, the overstimulation making your nerves feel like they’re on fire.

He keeps thrusting up into you as his finger massages circles into your already sensitive clit. Another release builds quickly, the overstimulation making your legs shake.

“Cass,” you call out to him.

“I hear you, pumpkin. You’re doing so good for me,” he says. His thrusts start to turn sloppy, the pace less organized, but he continues rubbing against your clit. You start to reach another orgasm, his experienced fingers bringing you to the edge of Heaven in a matter of minutes.

“Come for me, pretty thing,” he coos out, and it’s enough to send you over the edge again. When you clench down on him with your orgasm, it’s enough to send him over the edge too. His cock twitches inside you, before hot spurts of his come fill you. You whimper at the feeling, adoring the way it’s like he is marking you. You’ve been on birth control for ages now, so it wasn’t something to worry about.

“Fuck,” you mutter out, your head collapsing against his shoulder again. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, letting you come down completely from your climaxes.

Cassidy really did find a new vice to feed that dark hunger within him. You come apart so pretty for him, and it’s more addicting than any alcohol or drug.

#cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #overwatch 2 #cassidy overwatch #overwatch #blackwatch

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years ago

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Snowy morning

requested: so @lillithathecat left a comment saying that she wanted a little something something with Cassy on the snowy day so here we go.

a/n Also, be gentle with me I've never written for this man before.

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"I refuse to leave this sanctuary," you laugh a little at your sleepy mate, who's inching ever closer to you under the covers. Still more than sleepy and not ready to face the day ahead. Cassian was big on morning cuddles. At the beginning of your relationship, he pretended that he hated things like this. After all, he was a manly man. Yet, it didn't take much work from your side to convince him that being a little marshmallow was way more fun. Now he craved your touch more than he craved food, and that in itself was a big statement to make. If he had the morning off or his day was due to start an hour later, you could find him in bed without needing to look anywhere else.

"It's chilly this morning", your fingers were tangled in between Cassian's messy morning hair as he hummed with every tiny pull and scratch to his scalp that you made. The winter was slowly approaching Velaris. And although it hadn't snowed yet, last night, on your way home from the pub, you could swear you saw a tiny little snowflake. Cassian, of course, made fun of you when you started squealing in excitement. But you craved that icy feeling, that cold that would pick at your nose, and most importantly, the snow that would crunch beneath your feet. "Perhaps it finally snowed," you muttered to yourself as your gaze fell onto the window, which was unfortunately blocked by blinds. Not letting you peek outside. "Should I put on a fire?", you barely managed to make out what your mate was saying as his face was long gone in the crook of your neck. "That would require you to leave the sanctuary," you teased him back playfully, and his arms instantly tightened around your torso.

"Yeah, take that back. Might die if I unwrap my arms from around you", one of his hands blindly searched for your hand and once he gets a hold of it, Cassian brings it back to his hair and you can't help but laugh a little once again, "Such a drama queen". You continue to massage his scalp. His warmth and the extra layer of heat that his wing's provided keep you nice and toasty without the offered fire. "I'm sorry that I love my mate so much", you roll your eyes s little. Gods, it was true—Illyrians were nothing but babies if you found just the right spot to scratch.

"But do you think it had snowed?", you ask again, this time much more loudly, "You're not going to drop this until I open a window, are you?". You bite your lip quickly, trying to control your smile. Of course, he knows you. He knows you the best. And he knows your obsession with snow. Cassian had asked you about it more than once, but you never were able to pinpoint why you loved it so much. You had a feeling that it was because it made you feel calm. You have to admit that there was something about watching the snow fall. The ground being covered by a thick white blanket.

Cassian shifted, carefully pulling the blanket off himself but making sure that your body wasn't exposed to the chilly room. "Don't get your hopes up because I can't have you crying for the rest of the day. I can't control the weather", you hit his chest lightly and he only huffs before climbing out of the bed lazily making his way to the two huge windows in your house that overlook a tiny rocky forest. The moment the blinds are moved to the side, you let out a gasp. Practice jumping out of bed as your hands move to rest over the glass. Big eyes taking in the view in front of you. It indeed snowed last night. And quite a decent amount. The grey ground was now a pure white cloud, the trees were all frosty as well, and what was even better was that it was still snowing. Big, chunky snowflakes that looked like cotton balls fell gracefully to the ground.

You felt your mate's hands sneaking over your lower abdomen as he brought you closer to him. Resting his chin on top of your head. "It snowed," you whisper-scream, looking up at him, and this time the general is full of fits of laughter. You're like a kid in a candy store. And if you were let to run free you probably would be out of the house face first in the snow, "I can see that you little snow-obsessed freak", you poke your finger at his abs angrily. Or as angry as you could pretend to be. "Thought we don't judge in this house. I came to terms with the fact that you dunk your cheese in tomato sauce", Cassian lets out an overly dramatic gasp, "Now you are offending me. That's a culinary masterpiece." "Yeah, right. Hate to break it to you but everyone's been lying to your face", and in a blink of an eye, you are being thrown over Cassian's shoulder with a tiny shriek from you.

"Hey, I was watching the snow," you pouted, kicking your legs childishly. Cassian moved to bite the side of your thigh playfully, and you squealed once again. "Cassian," "You can do it from the bed while giving me love," he says, "You don't deserve it for offending my love for snow," Cassian carefully throws you down onto the bed before moving to light the fireplace.

"Do you remember our first winter together?", Cassian says while waiting for the fire to pick up before closing the glass door. You let out a giggle, covering your face, "You mean when you brought me to meet your family for the first time and I slipped down the hill on my bum?" It was so embarrassing that you had a little cry in their guest bathroom with Cassian sitting on the floor in front of you, reassuring you that it was fine and that no one cared. The most important part was that you hadn't hurt yourself badly. "You arrived quite literally", you tossed one of the spare pillows at him. He caught it with ease like that's what he does on a daily basis, before tossing it straight back at you.

Your gaze fell back onto the window, "You know what?", you ask and Cassian hums as he pulls out one of his sweaters, knowing how cold you get, and some socks for your always freezing toes. "Maybe I should have picked Azriel; he loves snow and has one of all the annual snowball fights." With that, Cassian is right on top of you, narrow eyes piercing through you. "Take that back right now," he says, you break into a grin, shaking your head quickly. "Take it back, baby girl, because you will not have the capability in your legs to go jumpy jumps in the snow when I'm done with you", Cassian takes both of your hands into his hold, pinning them above your head. A breath hitches in the back of your throat. You lift your head, reaching for his lips, but Cassian pulls his head back. "Uh ah, it doesn't work like that," he says. "Fine, you are the greatest, sweetest, strongest warrior ever, and I, oh, nearly faint every time I see you," you cry out in a soft, playful voice, and Cassian crooks his head to the side, watching you.

"You need to work on your acting skills, dove", "Ah, you're casting people for your play? What is it called? I've never won a snowball fight before?" Cassian gasps, both of his hands going under the shirt that you're wearing as he tickles your sides, kissing all over your face as well. Making you squirm beneath him, laughing almost hysterically. "Please stop, ahh," you whine, trying to turn your face to the side at least to escape his sloppy kisses, but there's no way out. "You are feisty this morning, take it back woman", his fingers dig into your side once more making you laugh even louder, "And mean it", you continue to squirm, hands gripping his biceps.

"Fine, sorry, I will piss the bed if you continue," you cry out. Cassian's fingers slowly inch toward your face, squishing your cheeks slightly, and you're still laughing. The general shakes his head, almost in disbelief. "Gods, end me. How are you always so perfect?", he asks, golden eyes watching you. You shrug your shoulders before putting your finger on his nose, "I could ask you the same thing, you bulky sex god from another planet." Cassian snorts at your words falling onto your chest, careful to not crush you with his weight as you wrap your legs around his torso, hands once again combing through his luscious black hair.

"You are like a drug, and please forgive me, Mother, but I am addicted," your mate mutters quietly, leaving a couple of kisses on your exposed collarbones. "I love you too, teddy bear," you lean in, kissing his temple. You two just laid there together. The sound of the cracking fire creates a cozy ambiance. Your eyes drift back to the snowy day outside. "So, are we going out to build a snowstorm?", "Woman, I swear, lay down and don't move."

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All acotar writing: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek @baebeepeach @lucyysthings @hideing @urfavbrunettebish @historygeekqueen @marina468 @courtofjurdan

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian acotar imagine #cassian x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel x reader

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al6nst · 5 months ago

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do you have any mugi headcanons?

uhuh, nsfw and sfw if thats what yer askin!

☆ hcs with tsumugi aoba

sketch info, nsfw + sfw, dom/sub hcs, romance, semi cringe/bad writing, character hcs, personal tsumugi/modern mugi, relationship hcs, gn reader/both genders mentioned, no pronouns used

SFW SECTION !

the first time the two of you met was at a small party between groups of friends. and you thought he was an asshole because of the way he spoke, but you later found out through natsume it's just him speaking his mind. "ah, you look horrible.." was the first thing he said, but it was true. honestly, you couldnt even be offended with how blunt he was, it was funny even..

dates usually consist of eating or watching movies, but at first, it was awkward. accidentally looking into eachothers eyes and looking away at the speed of light, eye contact wasnt really his thing at first. "we really are dating?.." your first kisses together were even more awkward, him staring into your eyes nervously, averting your gaze. and then it happens, your lips touch. and he tastes like sweets, its unbelievable. hes literally almost panicking.

gifts and going on dates are also in the picture if you suggest them, hes a good listener when he needs to be, and when you ask him to open up, he kinda, shuts down at first but i know hes gonna put in the effort in trying to make you feel better. trust is key to a healthy relationship. His honesty is also upped to a hundred, which is kind of worse, but it's nice to see how he feels about you and others. his self-depricating talks also bring up a bit of a concern, and you take it not with a grain of salt and end up talking to him about it and helping him feel less that way.

i know he would introduce you to his roomates and other acquaintances as well!

body hcs too, twinky tsumugi is for me, but its kind of a turn off in some ways!!!!! :/, hes got a decent amount of muscle, not too much, not too little. his legs are muscular though, like.. woah. step on me or sumn

ive got no more ideas for this section, soz!

mdni forr thus sectoons ahshgs

NSFW AHEAD, sex.. sex? yeah

i think he would choose to sub at first cause, yes, he's very pent up. i think he would sub automatically if you asked, fem or not. back to the first time, its extremely romantic and kind of heated, hes very touchy and gets into teasing you. also very vanilla the first few times unless either of you bring it up.

kissing, yes yes alot of that. he enjoys being on the receiving end of it, but will not disappoint if you wanna be kissed too. his dick is pretty big. it's pretty long and not too thick. his cum his salty, but has a sweet taste to it like everything else. hes very sensitive and his nipples get so swollen really fast its kind of concerning. i think tsumugi would lactate if he could, and thats where gnc afab mugi comes in!!! his chest as a guy is pretty large cause its mostly muscle, but afab mugis boobs are... yknow, huge. squishy and soft, and when he does end up pregnant or some unknown being comes and gives him the ability to lactate it is amazing, not just for you, for him too.

his milk is even sweeter. thats all ive got to say, dont wanna get too in depth about my love for boobs. Hes okay with somno and sensory deprivation, biting is also up there. his huge turn offs are cnc, and extremely public settings. hes okay with semi public, like under his desk getting support when hes playing games or getting work done, and hes good with his mouth when you need it too. and being tied up is one of the things thatll make him lose his mind.

subby mugi is the best, he whines alot, whispering in desperation, and exaustion. overstimulation turns him into a, yknow, slut? i dont know if thats the right word, but he goes crazy after cumming a few times. he even starts begging, literally pleading with tears in his eyes for more. hes a bit freaky and moves alot, explanation on the freaky part, i think spanking is one of the things he would try further in the relationship

dom tsumugi is even better, hes not exactly ruthless, but he knows how to do it well. like completing the hardest game on the first try without tutorials. again, hes very touchy and finds your sweet spots with extra care, focusing on your expressions and noises. he likes giving and taking backshots, but more romantic positions like spooning, if your a girl, closed missionary would be his go to choice when youre both tired, if your a guy, he gets more risky with double blindfolding and holds you even closer, his hands roaming everywhere that theey can reach.

dont know what else to add, again, soz..

an : this seems lazy and doesnt feel in character to me, i havent read most of the story cause im jp only, so sorry if this feels weird if i mischaracterized him, made sure not to get too freaky incase you didnt want it... i finished this at 1:15

#enstars smut #enstars #enstars x reader #tsumugi aoba #tsumugi x reader #x male reader #x female reader

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oracleofsecrets · 2 months ago

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Zelda EOW cosplay log: Prop failure

Soooo the tri rod. Pretty unique design. Again, I’ve never done Big Effort cosplay before and so never made a prop. I was stumped and continue to be stumped about how to handle those swirly bits at the top

My brainstorming wasn’t off to a great start bc I knew there was some kind of name for foam bendy thing but there was and wasn’t. My friend mentioned those one kinds of hair curlers, and I looked some of those up, but I don’t think I could’ve gotten them in a long enough size lol

So I searched again for tubing and other such terms, mostly finding wholesale hardware and construction stuff that Wasn’t what I needed

I came across some flexible tubing advertised as being useful for things like mega huge crafted-flower displays. It seemed promising. I bought some, and it was nice that they could cut it into separate pieces

But it arrived and I realized. Girl this is just pvc conduit (with metal inside too so ughhh). It is not flexible. Well, you can bend it a little, but it’ll make a kink if you go too far. So pro tip: just go to the hardware store. I got my 6 foot length of pvc pipe and a T joint for like 8 dollars. I spent more on the other thing from Etsy.

I’d heard a heat gun can be used to help bend pvc, so I gave that a go. I did it outside bc the first time I’d used my heat gun it set off the smoke alarm (not bc I burned anything. I hadn’t even put it near anything yet)

It was probably too cold outside (relatively speaking) for the heat gun to make any progress. And I have a little mini one, not an industrial strength one, so even if I Had done it inside it still would’ve taken a while to get it warm enough. Watched more vids, concluded that Hot Sand seemed to be the best method

I don’t really know where to buy like. A small amount of normal sand. So I scooped up some of the gravel in my driveway pffhfhfhf. Couldn’t remember where I’d put my old Teflon pans that I don’t use anymore. Improvised a sort of double boiler method with a small frying pan instead lmao

The piping is pretty narrow, some of the gravel bits were bigger, and aluminum foil is not the greatest funnel, so it took forever to get the damn rocks Inside the tube

Thought maybe I’d add the leftover water that was hot (don’t do this if you’re only closing the ends with painter’s tape. Glad I did all this over a big tote bin lid lmao). Still no bendy. Brought out my good friend the heat gun, thinking the water and pebbles inside would absorb and retain some of the heat from it (somewhat true). Maybe I didn’t heat it all long enough bc when I tried shaping it, it took a lot of effort, and there were still kinks :((

The pvc conduit bending was officially a bust 😔 basically went back to square one on foam + wire. Took a nice walk in lovely weather to the hardware store to get some 1/2 inch pipe insulation.

Got home and saw it was wider than the regular pvc pipe. Cut it lengthwise and then tried to kinda roll that smaller with a combination of masking tape and shoving it through the empty cardboard tube from an aluminum foil. It worked..well enough I guess. I was just prototyping at this point throwing spaghetti at the wall

Managed to shove some 16 gauge wire in between, but barely, since I had to undo some of the masking tape binding. It bent pretty decently but wouldn’t quite Keep its shape

For the second attempt using the half of that bit of tubing I twisted two lengths of wire around each other and hot glued it to the inside. I went through a stick of glue pretty quickly and was worried it wouldn’t bond, so while some of it was setting I grabbed some superglue. It was a cute tiny little tube but I misunderstood the part about twisting to open it so of Course I immediately got some on my fingers. I unstuck them quickly then put it to the wire here and there then spent like 10 minutes scrubbing my fingers with hot water and nail polish remover, and that still didn’t get all of it off. And it turned out the hot glue worked just fine anyway…

The two bits twisted together made the foam keep shape a little better, but I couldn’t really do it by hand to get it now I wanted it. I taped the ends down and wrapped it around the pvc and held that down for a bit, and that turned out a lot better!

Now I just had to get my janky first attempt looking similar…

Repeated the process and it was looking not bad, then I remembered I could use my handy dandy heat gun to persuade the tubing into staying curly

Oh, sometime between then I cut another piece for the swirly near the bottom of the staff and cut that in half too which I kinda figured would’ve helped it lie nicer anyway. Taped those down to test placement, not bothering with wire since I was planning on just hot gluing them directly to the pvc pipe. Used the heat gun on those too. Haven’t untaped them yet though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now it was time to fiddle with placing the Top Swirlies all Together. It was finnnnnne I guess, but it didn’t look the way I wanted it to, and it wasn’t easy to manipulate to make fine adjustments

And it’s wayyyy too sproingy/floppy

My last effort was to tape and place them both at the same time to the same diameter object and then try a little heat gun and let it sit for a while

It’s been uhhh 4 days and I Haven’t untaped it yet either bc I’m kinda giving up on it, at least until I finish the costume part. I haven’t even considered how to to the “pommel”…

I think foam clay is the only way to do the swirlies and probably the pommel too. And I could maybe extract the wires that are currently on the foam swirlies to be the skeleton for clay but then I have to buy some and do all that. Hence tabling it lol

Next up: pretty pretty princess tiara

#real pepper crafting hours #cosplay log

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fcukfodmap · 6 months ago

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Day 21: Low-FODMac & Cheese

I didn't have anything else on deck or I wouldn't have made low-FODMAP mac & cheese, because it's still stupid hot and I had to turn on the oven. I was pretty worried about how this would turn out because I haven't had great luck with gluten-free stuff, and both the noodles and the cheese sauce would normally require gluten-full wheat flour. Maybe ironically, possibly Alanisly, the gluten-free breadcrumbs were declared the best part of this dish.

It looked damn beautiful coming out of the oven, but whoo boy, it was not wonderful. My kid declared it "not horrific," the faint praise of damns, and then declared that this dish would be something John Harvey Kellogg -- the man behind the concept of cold cereal, and Kellogg's -- would prescribe to keep kids from masturbating. (Kellogg was loudly anti-masturbation.) We'd already been calling it low-FODMac & Cheese, but at this point, it turned into no-fap mac & cheese. So everything was hilariously funny, but not, you know, good. To the recipe.

Low-FODMac & Cheese

3 slices tragic gluten-free bread

2 tbsp melted lactose-free butter &

4 tbsp not melted lactose-free butter

1 package gluten-free macaroni

2 1/2 c lactose-free whole milk

2 tbsp cornstarch

3/4 tsp dry mustard

1/8 tsp cayenne pepper

1 cup chicken broth

4 1/2 c shredded yellow cheese, plus extra for topping

salt and pepper

Preheat oven to 400F. Pulse shredded bread and melted butter in food processor until breadcrumby. Spread crumbs on a rimmed baking sheet and bake until lightly browned, 7 minutes.

Whisk 1/2 c milk and cornstarch in a bowl. Cook pasta according to package directions, subtracting a minute from the al dente time, then dump the noodles into a colander to drain. Add the 4 tbsp butter to now empty pan, melt on medium heat, and then stir in mustard and cayenne to bloom, 30 seconds. Whisk in the rest of the milk and the chicken broth and bring to a simmer.

Whisk in the cornstarch and milk, and then cook, stirring regularly, until the sauce thickens and big bubbles form, 8-10 minutes. Turn off the heat and mix in the cheese until the sauce is smooth and creamy. Season with salt and pepper, and add in the drained noodles, stirring to combine.

Pour the mixture into a hot dish, sprinkle with extra cheese, and then the breadcrumbs, and then more cheese if you feel like it. Bake for 15 minutes, then let it rest for 10.

So, writing this out, I realized I misread the original recipe, so I didn't put in enough cheese. Which was one of my first criticisms of this casserole: not enough cheese. I also did a little googling, and determined that Velveeta -- which is the secret ingredient in all good mac & cheese -- can be part of a low-FODMAP diet in small quantities. I'd absolutely add 2 oz of Velveeta to the sauce with the rest of the cheese. ETA: I have since discovered that it is NOT TRUE that Velveeta is low-FODMAP, not even a little. That article was written by a LLM and the internet is broken.

The noodles were also mushy because I cooked them to al dente before baking, but I suspect if you cooked them short of al dente by a minute or two, this would be better. Mushy noodles gross me out. Also a bay leaf and some Parmesan or similar Italian hard cheese in the sauce might punch this up a bit.

While this first attempt was not auspicious, I think you could end up with something halfway decent with some tinkering.

ETA: I had this for lunch, and after adding a bunch of cheese to it, the recipe is actually halfway decent. The amount of cheese in the recipe above is the original amount I should have used.

Disclaimer: All of these recipes are intended to be low-FODMAP, but I am no dietician, and I can be mistaken or misinformed about the FODMAP content of any given thing.

#fodmap diet #low fodmap #gluten free #lactose free #mac & cheese

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the-firebird69 · 8 months ago

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Freya Ridings - Castles (Official Video)

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So she's looking for her guy and she's wearing a suit for space and she's laying on the ground in her bathroom okay it's a lot more subtle and really she has an intense voice and the sound and she looks like me a couple different books from the side and it's an intense video but he wanted to post this because he's asking what's going on and people are saying that it's coming alive and it is what she's saying and she is now going insane she said because she'll probably end up like building it so we're going to have a resident evil nut case in the neighborhood possibly and I do understand what you're saying it's going to be hell on Earth is the max want me down there in either form they don't want someone else and that's going to piss a lot of women off and also the fight between pseudo empire and warlock the heating up and you can see these ladies are saying they're fighting over it and the smaller ones say that they're not doing too good and it is because of the redheads behind them which is what she looks like and typically she looks like it anyways but not like that and they're saying so it's going on that he's becoming famous again and people are embarrassed and want him to have money and a lot of people want to see him in the castle so you can try and threaten for stuff and that's what they're saying so he asked my opinion that's what it is

Hera

It was really groping around saying I wonder what the status is cuz we put a lot out there about it and if we did right now there's a lot of people who are getting up to go to Orlando West Palm in Los Angeles and they're going to be mad houses too from all over the world and it's going to be intense. All I can say is Walt Disney world and Walt Disneyland are swamped globally and these two here you can't get in them probably for months so he's asking for free tickets again and they might do that cuz they don't have to give anybody free tickets anymore he needs a bus ride and Ken potato to help him arranging things this is true help me remember stuff so they're going through it it said terrific when would you like to visit and he said before they change the castle and they said oh oh and they do get that he's seen it before and he seen the other one before and she has too but not before when it's painted so they thinking oh boy that would be something cuz then it come up and see if you can know what to change later and this other stuff too and they're thinking about it and it would raise the price of their memorabilia greatly sleeping beauty and Cinderella and all the cosplay and everything that they sell would go out the door before they can make it already it's off quite a bit 5% I think and 10% in LA so now they're wondering what you're talking about but no they know they considered to be harmless but yeah he wants to go up there and walk around and take the tram the go-kart rides golf cart rides maybe his mom would be there and looking like she does now he can say some things so she wants to do that and they know how to do it they can't seem to do it here so you follow that and it's going on now that they're trying to get signed and they realize it

Thor Freya

There's more to it and he has a few things he wants to try and look at but really it's an awesome idea it might be able to get him up there and the warlock would want that

Olympus

Yeah we would want that too yeaha

Mac daddy yeah I kind of running it and that would make a lot of money right now it's ticket sales which are okay it's a decent amount but the memorabilia would go out the door fast and you can blink you would not believe how fast if you went to the castle you have got to be kidding me and then it would be that way for the whole time and beforehand and after I'm going to go ahead and do it I'm going to try and do it and they're going to try and do it on the West Coast and they know a couple characters this is going to be intense

Olympus

#Youtube

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monsterkissed · 2 years ago

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i was thinking earlier about how self-sabotaging a lot of the fearmongering over people saying things about the tech that are simply not true is getting. and these are not matters of opinion or whether you are pro- or anti-ai, this is saying things about how the model works that are factually incorrect yet being stated with complete confidence so that naive people will believe them to be trustworthy without doing their homework. now where have i heard that before?

if i opened up the gpt chat interface and posted every single one of my fics into it right now, it would not "memorise" them, "learn" them or be able to "copy my style", and not just because those words imply a human-style intellect that it just does not possess. even putting my fics into its actual training dataset would not give it the ability to do that. it's a large language model for a reason, if it could perfectly emulate a human writer based on such a tiny amount of content then there would be absolutely no need to feed it this amount of writing in the first place. you would think that would be common sense, but again, nobody is going to fact-check you so long as you're saying something that validates the opinions they already have.

but people are saying this as if it's an objectively correct fact and then getting upset when readers believe them and think that they can get gpt to write a decent continuation of a fic they like. it can't, not unless your fic is incredibly generic and cookie-cutter, but admitting that would involve admitting that putting your writing into gpt does not actually give it the power to copy you. you're advertising it as having sci-fi magic powers beyond its capabilities and then panicking when people take you at your word and it's embarrassing. gpt's creative applications for writing atm are, imo, limited precisely because it can't do this.

if you have something already written that you want it to smooth out for you or you want some quick and random prompts or ideas to bounce off or you want to rubberduck your plot outline, stuff like that it can muddle through. but actually reproducing writing of above-average quality in anything other than SPAG? it struggles immensely with breaking out of the predictable, generic plots, stock character and relationship arcs and blunt-force dialogue that it leans on, most likely as a direct result of just how much material it has been trained on. it is always splitting the difference of thousands of ingrained patterns. it cannot steal your style and copy it any more than your phone's predictive text function is stealing your messages and impersonating you.

and if you still don't like it that's fine (tho i agree with the op that you are not going to succeed in idk, getting it banned or whatever, if it's labour rights you are worried about then its labour rights you need to focus on, not playing whack-a-mole with every new tech innovation between now and the heat death of capitalism). not liking it and not wanting to learn how it works are both fine. making up shit about how it works and then being annoyed when ppl believe your unpaid advertisements for how powerful it is is just cringe.

all the frothing-at-the-mouth posts about how "don't you dare put a fic writer's work into chatGPT or an artist's work into stable diffusion" are. frustrating

that isn't how big models are made. it takes an absurd amount of compute power and coordination between many GPUs to re-train a model with billions of parameters. they are not dynamically crunching up anything you put into a web interface.

chances are, if you have something published on a fanfic site, or your art is on deviantart or any publicly available repository, it's already in the enormous datasets that they are using to train. and if it isn't in now, it will be in future: the increases in performance from GPT 2 to 3 to 4 were not gained through novel machine-learning architectures or anything but by ramping up the amount of data they used to train by orders of magnitude. if it can be scraped, just assume it will be. you can prevent your stuff from being used with Glaze, if you're an artist, but for the written word there's nothing you can do.

not to be cynical but the genie is already far more out of the bottle than most anti-AI people realize, i think. there is nothing you can do to stop these models from being made and getting more powerful. only the organizing power of labor has a shot at mitigating some of the effects we're all worried about

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holylulusworld · 3 years ago

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Wiggle

Summary: You. Dean. The Impala.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Genderneutral!Reader

Warnings: language, a hint of angst, Dean wiggles in the backseat (that’s a warning, I swear), fluff, hurdling for warmth, implied smut

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He does it again, wiggles in the backseat of the Impala to get comfortable. You can’t help but watch him wiggle, revealing the slightest amount of skin as his shirt rids up.

“See something you like?” his gruff voice asks. You bite your lower lip, refuse to answer his question. He finally opens his eyes, immediately watching you squirm in the front seat of his car. Plump lips forming a perfect pout he waits for you to answer his question. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“I just wondered if you are comfortable sleeping in the car. You’re tall and this looks uncomfortable to me,” he grunts in response.

“Sleep now. We got a long day ahead of us. Sammy will meet us in the morning.”

“I can’t sleep,” you put your jacket behind your back, huffing as you can’t find the right position to fall asleep. “I’m too pumped up.”

“You’re annoying,” Dean complains from the backseat. “Can you not just shut up and pretend you are asleep. I don’t know why Sammy likes to keep you around. I can barely focus when you are here with me.”

“Prick,” you turn around to lie down in the front seat. Moments ago, you were close to crawling onto Dean’s lap to feel him wiggling underneath you. Now he showed you his true colors once again. “I can only bear having you around when you’re asleep. At least then you act like a decent person.”

“Just sleep now,” his voice a little softer Dean listen closely. He can hear you sniffle in the front seat, close to tearing up as he barked at you. “Sonofabitch.” The hunter jolts up on the backseat, making you yelp as he puts his hand on your shoulder. “Why are you shaking?”

“It’s cold and you’re an ass,” you don’t turn around when Dean pokes your arm. “Leave me be. I promise to not bug you again. Now sleep or your ass will get wrinkles.”

“Sweetheart, you are cold,” mumbling the words Dean runs his hand over your arm. “Do you want my jacket?”

“No, I don’t want shit from you, Winchester. I should’ve driven to the library with Sam. He would’ve been a much better partner,” you bite back. “Let me sleep or at least pretend that I am asleep.”

“That’s it,” he leans over the seat to poke your side. “Switch to the backseat. I’m going to keep you warm.” You frown as he cups your face with one large palm, making you shiver. This time not from the cold. “Don’t make me wait, Y/N.”

He stares down at you, making sure you know he’s not going to repeat himself.

“I’m good in the front seat, really,” Dean snorts at your reply. “I mean it, Winchester. Stop getting on my nerves. I’m not cold, and I don’t need you or your help.”

You angrily cross your arms over your chest, try to act as if you are not freezing your ass off.

“I didn’t ask, Y/N. I gave you an order and I expect you to follow my order. Now get out of the front seat and join me on the backseat or I’ll haul your ass over the seat and spank it before I keep you warm,” the look on his face lets you cave in.

You sit back up, grab your jacket, and leave the car to crawl into the backseat before Dean can fulfill his promises.

“What now?” this time, you wiggle in the backseat and try anything to not get lost in Dean’s scent, his warmth, and the fact that he wraps one arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “Dean?”

“We are going to sleep now,” he was right. Dean seems to heat the backseat, or maybe it’s the closeness to him that has you sweating. “In the morning I’ll buy you breakfast. I want you to shut your mouth now.”

“You’re still an ass,” he chuckles behind you, chest vibrating. “Just you know, I’ll tell Sam you were an ass once again.”

“Hmm…,” he nuzzles his face in your neck, scratching your skin with his scuff. “I think you’ll forgive me, sweetheart. I will keep you warm, buy you breakfast and, you can crawl into the backseat with me anytime you want to from now on.”

“What? I—” you splutter as his hand moves over your thigh to stroke it. “Winchester!”

“Sweetheart,” his lips press against your neck, “we both know you want to feel me wiggle underneath you. Or you can wiggle underneath me, Y/N. I don’t care.”

“Uh—” you bite your tongue, swallowing thickly as he moves his lips to the spot behind your ear, making you moan, “let’s just wiggle together, Dean…” you breathlessly reply.

Tags in reblog.

#Wiggle #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #dean winchester x reader #angst

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years ago

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alphabet boy

SYNOPSIS: You should feel extremely lucky that the handsome and intelligent Armin Arlert is your tutor...even when he's a little mean to you. Because that's your fault, isn't it? He wouldn't have to be mean if you weren't so damn stupid.

PAIRING: Armin x FEM!Reader

DEDICATED TO: armin fuckers. non armin fuckers, i hope i can convert you.

TW: dubcon touching, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, academia shaming,

WC: 1.8k

“Maybe you’re not cut out for this class.”

He said it so casually, a comment spoken between the flip of textbook pages. You couldn’t shake off the undeniable hurt.

“I-Uhm, uh, yeah I have to study a lot...but I like this class. It was a pain to get off the waitlist.” You keep your voice optimistic and light, hoping to mask the offense taken.

You don’t know why Armin would say that, but maybe he was just being logical...he’s seen you struggle, of course, he’d think the class was too hard for you.

The blond sighs, closing his novel that he brought with him while he waited for you to finish your practice problems.

“You can barely keep up with the weekly homework assignments. You didn’t even hand in your assignment last week, right? Better drop out now before the add and drop deadline.” His voice is soft and cold at the same time. It’s unnerving.

You tuck your hair behind your ears, eyes set low, too ashamed to meet your tutor’s. Armin had been your tutor for the past few weeks now, and you thought it was going pretty well. He was so so smart that you couldn’t help but be a little starstruck. He was handsome too, short-cropped blond hair, wide blue eyes, with a wardrobe that was composed of slacks and sweaters.

Usually, he was always overly polite and charming. You could make countless mistakes and his patience was endless. He had some off-days where he was a little withdrawn and quiet. You never held it against him though, knowing he had no obligation to make idle chatter. But sometimes, you could feel his chilly gaze watching you even though he had a book propped open.

“I emailed the professor, he was really chill about it. Last week was really rough for me, you know? I wasn’t feeling well and...”

“You know excuses don’t fly in the real world right? You’re in college now. Professor Ackerman was just being courteous. He probably thinks you’re lazy.” Even though you try not to look at him, you can feel Armin’s azure blues burn holes into you. There was this quiet intensity about him that made you worry about when the restraints would come off.

Armin can’t help but let condescension drip over his words. Any self-respecting person would defend themselves, but not you. Not when you’re already broken by your own insecurities that make it that much easier for him to trample on.

He can already see pearly-sheened tears leaking from the corner of your hopeless eyes. How cute. You part your pretty little mouth to say something, but no words come out. You close your mouth soon enough, looking every bit like a dumb little airhead.

So he continues: “You know your classmates learned all the first few chapters from high school right? You’re the only one starting fresh.” He moves closer, elbows inching closer to infiltrate your little personal-space bubble, knees knocking into yours under the desk.

More tears form under your lower lashes, and Armin mentally counts the crystal droplets. You’re recoiling into yourself like a shrinking violet which only encourages Armin to go just a little farther.

“You don’t even have your major picked out yet. This is a core class for your classmates, you know. You’re wasting your-no, everyone’s time.”

Not wanting to cry in front of your tutor, you rub your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, fully aware of how utterly pathetic you look right now.

In a small voice, you manage to utter, “I have a right...to be in this class. Even though I’m slow now, I think with some decent amount of studying...I’ll catch up. Even if I’m not-” you take a deep breath, “as quick as my classmates, I still really enjoy what I learn. And..and...I think at the end of the day, that’s what really matters!”

Armin scoffs, “Do you really like the class or are you staying for Ackerman? God knows how many fangirls he’s had to put up with.”

Even as he spoke those words, Armin knew it wasn’t entirely true. You admired the man zealously and had read all of his published papers. Honestly, your admiration had always annoyed him.

You wince at the insinuation but you could feel the anger simmering in your gut, “You have no right to imply that! Wh-why-” Your voice breaks, “are you being so mean?”

Armin thinks you’re so cute, the way you jut out your bottom lip. So cute and pathetic. The corners of his lips quirk upwards. It’s almost endearing how you say “mean” like it’s the worst thing a person can be.

“Am I being mean or am I being realistic?” The blond coos, “I’m your tutor, right? I know the best for you.”

He takes your silence as an invitation to goad you harder: “You’re only upset because I’m telling you what you don’t want to hear.”

You don’t notice the proximity until Armin lays his hand over yours, squeezing the soft flesh of your palms. His voice is gentle as he reassures you: “Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

He made you cry, but you don’t have it in you to pull away from the only semblance of comfort given to you. His chair scrapes the floor as he sets it right beside yours, wrapping an arm around you, encouraging you to lean your head against his shoulder.

It’s a little sad but this is probably the most physical contact you’ve gotten in a while. You’re an utter mess, and on top of all that, touch-starved.

You’re still sniffling like a crybaby, trying to sort your own emotions out. You take a few deep breaths and force yourself to face the facts:

You’re behind.

The class is too much work for you.

Armin’s right, you’re upset because he’s telling you what you don’t want to hear.

“D-do you really think I should drop the class?” Your voice is so defeated, a pinch louder than a whisper.

His long fingers play with the ends of your hair, “I know this class is really important to you and we both want you to do well...so why don’t we increase our tutoring sessions? Maybe we should meet three times a week.”

He smiles at you, and it looks so genuine. You’re immensely grateful, you are, but confusion washes over you, “Wow, Uh, that’ll be great actually but um, uni tutoring services is once a week...so-”

Armin dismisses your concerns with a gentle wave of his hands, “Don’t worry, It’ll be off the books. Think of this as private tutoring. Of course, we’ll have to start meeting in my room from now on.”

While he doesn’t elaborate on why you have to meet in his dorm, you assume Armin has a good reason and it probably involves university-sanctioned student-tutor guidelines.

You’re stammering out thank-you’s, still trying to rub the tears out of your eyes until you feel a soft handkerchief wiping them away.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He reassures, “Don’t use your sleeve. It’s too rough for your pretty face.”

You blush under his words, wide eyes locked into his oceanic blues, “I d-don’t know if I’ll be able to compensate you f-for the private tutoring.”

His eyebrows crease as he gives you a smile full of pearly teeth, “You don’t have to worry about that for now.” His hands graze over your knuckles, “We’ll figure something out.”

“Thank you Armin.” You say it so sincerely, trying to muster the biggest smile you can after the blond essentially trampled over your self-esteem to only nurse it back with sweet promises.

“Well, we better finish today’s work then.” He responds calmly, not bothering to detangle himself from you. You can feel his body heat radiating onto you, and how his hand moved to casually rest on your thigh. But that’s normal right? If you think about it, Armin was not exactly adverse to touch. During your past tutoring sessions, his hand would always be on the small of your back or shoulders.

“Hey, you’re not getting distracted again, are you?” His voice is playful like he isn’t sliding his hand up and down the span of skin between your skirt and tights. When you don't respond, he pinches your inner thigh, eliciting a startled gasp from you.

"Focus." It's a demand so it must be followed.

Embarrassed, you nod your head and return your focus to the problem sets even though your hands are shaky as you grip the ballpoint pen.

You don’t notice how the blond’s eyes gleam under the fluorescent lighting at your easy compliance. He’s always liked obedient girls.

Your thighs are growing warmer, and it doesn’t help to have Armin peering over you. Still, you try your best to lull yourself to focus until a ringtone breaks your concentration.

Armin breaks away from you to find his phone and you find your body subconsciously missing the warmth. He lightly curses under his breath once he sees the contact name, but answers nonetheless.

“Yeah...sorry babe. I forgot. I’ll be right over.” He sounds apologetic but he looks downright bored.

And like that, the call is over. He looks over at you with an apology falling from his lips, “Sorry about that. I forgot I had something to do today. We’ll end early.”

Your throat is dry as you ask, “Was that your girlfriend?” You regretted your words the moment they escaped. That was none of your business. It doesn’t matter if he was holding you earlier. He was doing so because you were bawling like a baby. But why did he touch your thighs?

That doesn’t have to mean anything, you rationalize. Besides, Armin would never make a move on you. He was a handsome senior with a perfect GPA and a powerful position in the student government. Stupid freshman girls like you are not worth the time he so generously gives out.

The blond smirks, seeming to notice your internal struggle, “Something like that. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure she won’t distract me from our future sessions.”

That was a puzzling comment. His girlfriend supposedly distracting from your study time wasn’t even a concern you held.

“No, no, that’s ok.” You quickly assure, “You’ve already helped me out so much.”

The blond pats the top of your head like you were a puppy, “I’d do anything for my cute little student.”

The way your face heats up with a dark blush should be criminal. All he did was pat your head, and you’re looking at him starry-eyed like he didn’t grope your thighs under the table. Honestly, all your cute little blubbering had gone straight to his cock. Annie would have to handle his big problem.

These private sessions are going to be fun.

part I ---- complete

#attack on titan fanfiction #armin arlet x reader #yandere armin arlert #armin arlet x you #armin arlert fanfic #slight dubcon #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw crybaby reader'

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years ago

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Wanda’s Brother

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Requested by Anon: I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a piece based on Cates Brother by Maisie peters about Peter/Pietro where the reader is Wandas friend i could work with the Peter being from the xcu and Wanda and reader being from the mcu rather than Canada

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Masterlist

It was a Halloween party you threw at the Avengers compound when you first met him. It was one of those parties where everyone showed up to it which was rare. Tony brought Pepper and Morgan, Peter brought his aunt May, Sam flew his sister and her kids up to come, even Happy had shown up and was having a good time. You spent your time bouncing from friend to friend, you were just ending a conversation with Bucky and Steve when you spot Wanda and Vision across the room.

“Wanda! Vis!” You grab them both a drink on your way over to them.

“Y/n! You really went all out with the webs this year.”

“Oh those were all Peter, he was a huge help putting it all together.” You shrug and point your thumb over your shoulder. “How was your weekend?” They had gone on some sort of trip that caused them to miss game night.

“Oh, it was amazing.”

“We went to see some of Wanda’s family.”

“Family? But I thought you said you lost your mom and dad. And I was there when…” You trail off not wanting to think of the battle in Sokovia when you lost the friend you quickly made in Pietro.

“Do you remember my theories on the multiverse?” Your eyes widen slightly while you nod at Vision while Wanda glances around the room. “Well turns out some of them are true and we met this woman, Agatha, who can travel and send people through universes.”

“Oh, I found him! Y/n did you meet my brother? He’s been wandering around.” She waves someone over while she speaks.

“No I didn’t.” You hadn’t seen anyone that looked like Pietro. That is until you spot the man who appears next to Wanda with a gust of wind following him. The moment you lay your eyes on him your heart thumps hard in your chest and even though you’ve never met this man in your life you feel like you know him.

“What’s up sis?” His arm wraps around Wanda's shoulders and the way she smiles at being called sis fills you with warmth.

“Pietro, meet my best friend. Y/n this is my brother Pietro.”

“Y/n?” Peter mumbles to himself, his eyes going wide as they take you in. His arm drops and he has to stop himself from taking a step forward and making sure you’re real. His Y/n was dead, lost during a mission gone wrong but here you were.

“Are you for real Wanda’s brother? I’m not being like punked right now am I?”

“I mean I don’t know many other powerful mutants like her. Well, okay that’s a lie, I know a decent amount.” He holds his hand out itching to feel your skin on his and see if there’s still sparks like he had with his Y/n. “Hi, I’m Peter though Wanda refuses to call me that.”

“It’s not Pietro?” As the two of your hands met your heart went love him, he’s the one and we shall wed. Your face heats up and goosebumps raise on your arms but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his own.

“It was before my mom moved us to the states but everyone started calling me Peter and it stuck.” He shrugs while breaking contact even if all he wants to do is pull you into his chest. Your heart speeds up at the smile he shoots you after he speaks.

“Oh. Well, have you met anyone else?”

“I’ve been trying all the different food, haven’t had the time to meet anyone.” His cheeks tinge pink at his confession.

“That’s understandable. When I first joined the team Tony threw a welcome party and I was in the middle of stuffing my face when he tried to introduce me to Cap.” You giggle at the memory and Peter smiles at how much it seems you’re the same as his Y/n was. “If you want I could introduce you to some of the gang. If that’s alright with you Wanda of course! I don’t want to steal your brother away.”

“Please I had to deal with him all weekend, I could use a break.” That wasn’t completely true; she could just sense that the two of you needed each other.

“Shall we?” Peter offers the crook of his elbow out to you and you take it slightly laughing at him.

“We shall.”

The two of you don’t make it around too many people. You introduce him to Sam and Bucky before heading over to the bar where Nat and Yelena were making drinks and end up staying there. You two get sucked into your own little world after the sisters take off. Peter seemed to have a thousand questions to ask you and you listen intently as he talks about the X-Men and the school back home.

“Y/n, Peter, it’s about time we head back to see Agatha to get you home.” Vision interrupts a story Peter was telling about a prank he did on his friend Scott. Your heart drops at the thought of him going back. And so does Peters, he had just gotten you back and now he has to leave.

“Alright Robocop, let me finish my drink and I’ll meet you two outside.” You bite your lip to hold in the laughter that wants to escape while Vision nods and heads back over to Wanda. “Wanna walk me out so I don’t get lost?” Peter downs his drink and stands up holding his hand out to you. You’re quick to abandon your own drink and take his hand leading him to the door.

“So did you enjoy your time tonight?”

“Yeah, it was the best night I’ve had in a long time.” There’s something in his eyes you can’t quite decipher but you can tell he means it. “I forgot for a minute I’d have to go home and that home is so far away.”

“Yeah, I forgot that too. It feels like I’ve known you forever.”

“Ya.”

“Will you be coming back here at all?” As you ask the question the two of you stop just in front of the glass doors and you can see Wanda and Vision waiting.

“Every once and a while definitely but between missions and teaching gym now I don’t have much time. I barely managed to find the time for Wanda and Vision when they showed up out of nowhere.” Your hopes of seeing him again start to go down. “But I want to see you again so I’ll definitely be back.” The two of you share a smile before walking out the door.

“I’ll see you later Wands?”

“Yeah, I’ll be home after we get him back.”

“Alright, bye guys!”

“See you around.” Peter winks at you before grabbing Wanda and zooming off leaving Vision to meet them there.

Wanda ends up going to see him every other weekend taking with her letters from you and bringing back his responses. You don’t see him again until two months after the party and it was just in passing because you had gotten called for a mission with Yelena and Kate. The two of you had exchanged greetings before you broke the news that you wouldn’t be around that weekend. Peter had been let down but tried to not let it show just how much until you were out the doors of the compound giggling at something one of the girls with you said.

“You know,” Wanda says, sneaking up on Peter causing his head to snap her way, “When my Pietro was alive it didn’t take long at all for him to develop a small crush on Y/n.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter’s hands clenched into fists.

“Because I can tell that you really care for her already.”

“This is different from just a small crush Wanda.”

“How you don’t even know her.”

“I know her!” He exclaims and then quickly calms down and corrects himself. “Knew her.” Peter sits on the couch in Wanda’s room resting his elbows on his knees and rubs his hands down his face while Wanda sits next to him. “She was amazing, the Y/n in my world, my Y/n.” A sad smile takes its place on his face as he speaks. “We’d go on cinema dates with Scott and Jean, she’s fun and weird and smart and god she could shotgun a beer like no other. I loved her but I lost her, we all did. Something happened on a mission and I wasn’t there to save her. God I should’ve been there.” He sniffles and scrubs his eyes before looking at his sister from another world. “I thought all hope of ever loving someone again was gone, until you showed up and you brought me to your friend's party and I saw her. Your Y/n. She’s so much like the girl I knew but she’s also so beautifully different. It’s like I’m getting to meet and fall in love with her all over again. And I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough for giving me this chance.”

“Stay here for the summer.”

“What?”

“You’ll be done teaching right? See about staying in this universe with us, with her. I know Y/n and sure she could fall for you with letters and the random times you’re here but, she’ll need you to be here. Quality time is very much her love language, so if you’re both going to fall in love you’re going to have to be here.”

“Why help me?”

“When I lost Pietro I felt as lost as you did when you lost your Y/n. He was my world, the only person I had left. If it weren’t for Vis and Y/n I would probably be in that dark place I was in. You’re my brother Peter, you are now and you would be even if I still had Pietro. I love you and want what’s best for you and I want what’s best for Y/n. And I know that’s you.” Peter pulls Wanda into a bear hug smiling into her shoulder.

Wanda’s visits to see Peter are down to just once a month and everytime you ask her about it she just shrugs and says he’s busy with a smile you can’t decipher. And that means he hasn’t been able to visit either. You’re let down but at least you still have his letters to look forward to. Meanwhile Peters working double time, going on even the smallest of missions to help get the professor in his good graces for when he asks about being gone for the summer.

You don’t see Peter again until June and he shows up with suitcases dragging behind him. You’re sitting on the patio with Kate drinking your usual Starbucks order after a day out when you see him heading towards you. Your eyes are drawn to him like a moth to a flame and you smile as he bobs his head to whatever is playing through his headphones. His own face breaks out in a smile as he spots you and in a second he’s standing in front of the table.

“Hi.” His grin goes dopey as you laugh at his sudden presence.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He repeats not fully functioning as he stares at you and how perfect you look in your sundress with the sun shining down on you. Kate laughs at him and it breaks him out of his stupor. “Have you seen Wanda?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s in her room. Why, didn’t she go get you?”

“Nah Vision did.”

“What’s with the suitcases?” You gesture to the forgotten luggage where he first spotted you while taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh, I’ll be here all summer.” His words take you by surprise and you start to choke on your drink. “Are you okay?” His eyes fill with worry and he leans down and places a hand on your shoulder. You just nod and wave your hand while you finish your coughing fit.

“You’re here for the whole summer?”

“Yeah.” You beam at him while he gets lost in your widened eyes.

“Y/n you gonna introduce me to your boyfriend or what?” Kate breaks through the moment causing Peter's cheeks to tint.

“Oh, um, he’s not-”

“I’m Peter.” He sticks his hand out for Kate to shake.

“Kate. Are you a troublemaker like our Petey?”

“Who’s to say?” He shrugs with a smirk on his face while he tries to ignore the twinge of jealousy when she says ‘our Petey’ and motioned to include you in it. You chuckle at him and stand up.

“Come on P, I’ll take you to Wanda. Tell Yelena I’m sorry about skipping out today Kate.”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows you’re bailing on girls day for new Peter!” She yells after you as you head away causing you to roll your eyes.

“Oh, Peter, I was just coming to get you.” Wanda turns a corner almost bumping into the two of you. “I set up the guest room in between Y/n and I for you.”

That summer is the best time of your life. Peter stays basically glued to your side the whole time making sure he got to know who you were closest to, which meant a lot to you. At some point during the summer the two of you became more than friends but not quite lovers. He had basically moved into your room about halfway through his visit. He had claimed it was because he ended up falling asleep while the two of you watched movies anyway but really he just slept better when he was with you. And honestly so did you.

You found yourself thinking about your not there yet relationship while you stood against the wall with Wanda at Peter Parker's birthday party. With the whole different universe thing are you gonna work, gonna hurt, gonna last forever? And if it’s gonna hurt, will it be worth it and will you recover? Peter makes his way back over to you as the speakers play Nirvana.

“Babe, your friends are great!” He’s used the nickname here and there without thinking about it and it flusters you every single time.

“I know!” You smile up at him letting him take your hand in his.

“You mind if I steal her away Wanda?”

“Not at all.”

“Is it too late to blow this popsicle stand?” He whispers in your ear as he leads you away from his sister.

“Nah I was starting to get tired anyway. C’mon we’ll pull the ol’ Irish goodbye.” You tug him out of the room before he grabs you and you’re in your room. When he puts you down you get lost in his brown and don’t even realize you were both leaning in until your noses were touching and you were breathing each other's air. Your lips connect and you decide that you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. When the two of you trip and fall onto your bed you both laugh and he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Be mine?” He glances down at you while he moves to rest his head on his hand. “I won’t let you down or lead you on.”

“How can I know you’re for sure? It’s only been a summer.”

“Come to my universe to meet my friends and my family.”

“Okay.” You grin at him before pulling him down for another kiss. And now you date Wanda’s brother.

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lokust · 3 years ago

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Drunken Mischief

I swear I’m working on the follow up to the last story but this was in my brain and demanded to be written so enjoy.

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“Mobius… Mobius, come on! Won’t you have a drink with me?”

Loki had been begging Mobius to have even just a few shots with him for what seemed like hours, and he was determined to get a yes.

Mobius had rolled his eyes at the God’s question, finally giving in, “Yes, Loki I will have a drink with you. One drink, alright? I know how you get”.

Loki furrowed his eyebrows and put his hands up in a defensive gesture, “How I ‘get’? I don’t ‘get’ any type of way, thank you very much. I can handle my alcohol”.

…..

Well, he could have handled his alcohol 4 tequila shots and 3 martinis ago, but Mobius had stayed true to his word and only had one drink himself.

Loki, on the other hand, was flushed red in the face and stumbling around as he attempted to make himself yet another martini.

He was all over the place, giggling up a storm and singing some song that Mobius was sure didn’t even exist until Loki started singing it.

Sure, it was wholesome to see the God so carefree and happy, and giggling, but Mobius couldn’t let him keep drinking.

“Hey- Hey, Loki, maybe you’ve had enough, yeah? A sober Loki is difficult enough, I can only imagine how difficult you must be when you’re off your ass”, he spoke, carefully pulling the bottle of Gin from the God’s hands.

Loki was too gone to really do much more other than reach for the bottle as it was taken from him, “Why…”, he whined out drunkenly, “Why have you taken it from me?”

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, “You’ve been cut off for the night. Pour yourself some water- wait, don’t. You’ll spill it. Let me pour you some water”.

Loki grumbled as he leaned against Mobius in his inebriated state, “I don’t want water, I want another martini”.

The analyst rolled his eyes, “And I want to be in Panama City with a personal water craft and a God who evidently cannot handle a couple martinis. You’re getting water”.

Loki groaned, “You never let me have any fun, Mobius. Lighten up~”, he slurred, tugging at the sleeve of Mobius’s jacket and pinching the agent’s cheek.

Mobius swatted Loki’s hand away from his face and picked up the pitcher of water that sat on the round table. He poured a decent amount into a small cup as Loki continued to pester him, “Drink that”, he said, putting the cup in front of his friend.

Said friend huffed, “I’m not drinking it”.

Mobius rolled his eyes and put his hand on his hip as he tapped his foot impatiently, “Drink the water, Loki”.

The taller of the two crossed his arms over his chest and turned his nose up, “No”, he said stubbornly, only to yelp when Mobius poked him in the ribs as a warning.

“Drink. It”.

Loki smiled a very drunk smile, “Make. Me”.

For a moment, Mobius was frustrated, and he was prepared to unleash every bit of his frustration and make Loki drink the water like the God himself had suggested, but suddenly, it hit him.

Loki was drunk, and happy, and very intentionally provoking Mobius with his stubborn act, and Mobius saw it in the way Loki braced himself when he told Mobius to “make him”.

Mobius’s face fell from one of agitation to a small smirk, “No”, he said, watching Loki’s very poor defense fall as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“No? What- Fine. Then I just don’t have to drink the water”, he crossed his arms again with another small huff as he looked away from Mobius, his expression slowly turning into a grumpy pout.

Mobius just shrugged, “Alright. Fine by me, big guy. I’ll be having a seat right over there. You’re welcome to join me”, he said, gesturing to the small brown sofa before smiling innocently at Loki and moving across the room to sit down.

Loki was baffled. Mobius usually got frustrated enough to pin him down and make him squeal like a child within a couple moments of his stubborn antics. Not that he wanted that. He just didn’t understand the sudden change. Yeah.

He stood for just a moment, soaking in his own befuddlement at what had just happened before he just went back to being drunk and stubborn, “I know what you’re doing”, he said matter-of-factly.

Mobius glanced over his shoulder at the tall God, “Mm, really? What’s that?”, he asked innocently.

Loki just grumbled, “You’re acting like you don’t care to get me to drink it”, he said, sounding incredibly similar to a child who didn’t get his way.

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?”, he asked, “Or are you acting like this to get a reaction out of me?”

Loki stomped his way over to Mobius very angrily, “I am not acting like anything”, he said, plopping down on the sofa beside his friend.

“Oh you’re not?”, he teased, prodding and poking at Loki’s sides and watching his eyes light up as he curled uselessly away from the small attack.

Loki shook his head through an outburst of giggles, drunkenly swatting at the hands that were tazering his sides, “Gehehet ohohohoff!”

Mobius chuckled and pulled Loki closer to him, “No”, he said, wrapping one arm around his friend’s hip to keep him in place, “Honestly, Loki, we need to have a lesson in asking for the things we want, but we’ll save that for another time. Right now, it’s about getting you sobered up”.

Loki’s eyes widened as he writhed in Mobius’s grip.

“Now”, the agent started, “You’ll either laugh yourself back to sobriety or you’ll call for mercy and drink the water”.

Loki’s breath hitched in his throat, but he had no time to protest as Mobius pushed him down against the sofa and tickled relentlessly at his belly and sides.

Mobius refused fo hold back, knowing it was what Loki was going for anyway.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHI- NOHOHOHOHO! Nononono nohohohoho!”, he squirmed weakly in Mobius’s hold, feeling a hand slip underneath his shirt and crawl all the way up his side to scratch at his ribs.

He squealed and pushed at the hand that was keeping him down on his back while trying to wiggle away from the one skittering at his top ribs, “Nohohohot thehehehere! Mobius! Nohohohoho!”

Mobius hummed, “Not there? How about… here?”, he asked teasingly, pulling Loki’s shirt up and suddenly leaning down to blow a loud raspberry in the center of the God’s belly.

Loki squealed and arched his back as he tugged at Mobius’s blond hair, “WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOHO! GO BAHAHAHACK!”, he kicked and pleaded but he just couldn’t fight it as intoxicated as he was.

Mobius blew a couple more raspberries before letting up a little and using both hands to scratch and spider as quickly and as gently as he could manage at Loki’s sides, “Oh, how nice of you to try to get closer to me. Really makes this easier, you know?”

Loki shook his head frantically, laughing away as Mobius’s fingertips crawled up his sides to his top rib, teasing just above it before clawing all the way back down both sides to pinch at the lanky man’s hipbones.

Loki was beside himself and his nerves were on fire, but he knew he brought it on himself. He was almost glad he was so drunk, otherwise Mobius would’ve definitely recognized the bright blush on his cheeks.

He slapped and swatted weakly at his captor’s hands as he curled in on himself pitifully, feeling Mobius slip his hands back around to spider and scribble around the fleshy area of his belly.

His back arched and he kicked his feet a bit, but he didn’t know what to do with himself. “MOHOHOHOBIUS ITS NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!”, he whined through his cackles as he rolled over on his stomach and tried to crawl away.

“Nope, get back here”, he said, pulling Loki back towards him by the trickster’s hips, “You’re not goin anywhere, my inebriated friend”.

Loki groaned as his sides and ribs were attacked while he lay face down on the sofa, “Plehehehease! I cahahan’t!”, he hiccuped and snorted through his incessant giggling, reaching behind himself to push at Mobius’s wrists.

“I yieheheld!! Ihihihi yield!”, he exclaimed as his giggles began to sound more exhausted.

Mobius stopped, rubbing his back soothingly, “You gonna drink the water now?”

Loki nodded with a small breathy hum as he couldn’t find it in himself to do anything more.

Mobius walked to the small table to retrieve the cup before he helped Loki sit up and drink it, which he did in nearly one gulp.

Loki set the cup aside and leaned against his companion, grumbling about how unfair that ordeal was.

Mobius just chuckled, “You love it”.

Loki scoffed, his face heating up once more, “I do not, yo-”,

Mobius put a finger to his lips and shushed him, “Shhh, you’ll hurt yourself stumbling over your lies. Just relax”.

Loki huffed as he stayed silent. In his mind, it was to spite Mobius.

“Maybe next time, we can work on learning how to ask when you want me to tickle you instead of provoking it by refusing to treat yourself after getting so drunk you can barely stand, yeah?”

Loki wasn’t even listening. He was drunk, and he was exhausted. He heard the “yeah?” at the end of Mobius’s sentence and agreed senselessly with a nod and a hum, promptly curling up to fall asleep against Mobius.

Mobius chuckled and shook his head, but he let Loki sleep regardless, knowing the trickster was comfortable right where he was as he rubbed the God’s back soothingly.

And if anything good came of this, it was that Mobius no longer had to imagine how difficult a drunk Loki could be.

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beepboop358 · 3 years ago

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A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

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