#oooooo I wanna make up my mind but I don’t know myself…

[onegroovyrose]

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Part 2

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twelve

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !!! (Oral / Very suggestive language) mild anxiety, fluff, alcohol/drinking (it’s a bar, we know this) VERY brief themes with grief, silly banter, flirting, and Come On Eileen mentions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Charlotte thinks herself into a little spiral, landing her at the bar. Josh must have made her drink strong tonight, because she definitely made a choice!

Author's Note: Oh babies, I have been vibrating with excitement to post this chapter. We’ve made it through the dry-spell!! 🫡🫦 have fun!!

Talk (Unreleased) - Harry Styles "Don't ask me to talk about, I don't wanna talk at all."

“Maybe she was right. Maybe they were both right. I should just live a little,” I mutter to myself as I pace the house. You deserve to be happy; just let it happen. 

Daydreaming about the precious long-haired boy who has my stomach in knots. The way I still can’t believe we kissed more than once. It was hard to deny how sweet he was. Always made sure I didn’t walk to my car alone at night. Asking me to text him when I make it home. Checking that it’s okay that he kissed me, even though I went for him first. 

I’ve never met someone who had me so smitten so quickly. It would be a lie to say I’m not a little nervous, but I’m trying to do right by Cassie. She told me to stop thinking myself out of happiness and so .. I’m trying not to think too hard. 

I wish I needed to be there today. 

Mindlessly tidying up to try and keep myself distracted, I look through the handful of books sitting on the coffee table. For transparency’s sake, they are all romances. Maybe it’s because I just don’t have anything non-fiction on my to-be-read list or the fact that I feel like I’ve seemingly met a man written by a woman; the world will never know. 

Flipping one of them over to read the summary on the back, in italics, reads ‘friends with benefits.’ It stops me in my tracks, metaphorically. ..That’s a bad idea.. Right? I shake my head, trying to rid the idea entirely. Tossing it back on the coffee table and staring at it like it just insulted me personally. 

I pick up my phone, seeing the time, 4:03 pm, with an unread message from him.

Jacob: someone keeps queuing up the same song on the jukebox and I cant stop laughing

Jacob: idk how many times you can listen to Come On Eileen before you lose your mind but I have to be close to it 

I laugh at the idea of him losing it while behind the bar, especially with how calm his demeanor is. I can’t picture him being distraught. What if I just went and got a drink? That wouldn’t be weird, right?  

Me: Too many ‘too loo rye ay’s for you huh?

I mean, we are basically friends at this point and we’ve made out twice.. I don’t think me going to the bar for a drink would be .. wrong?  Staring at my leggings and fuzzy socks, I get up and quickly walk into my bedroom. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror; my hair is still fairly curled from last night. 

I pull out my olive cigarette pants, toss them onto my bed, and start digging through my closet. Finding an off-white sweater hiding in the back, I think I can make this cute. Changing into those and standing in front of the mirror, I tuck the bottom of the sweater up into the band on my bra, cropping it slightly. 

“That feels better, I think,” I mumbled to myself. I slide my belt through the loops, pulling things together even more. Adjusting my necklace to sit on top of the sweater, moving the clasp back to it’s rightful place. 

I grab my phone from the bed, take a picture in the mirror, pulling up the group chat; 

The Laid-Ease 🤩

Me: [sends photo] is this cute? 

Quinn: YES YES YES

Willa: very!!

Mel: Oooooo! Yes 😍

I smile at their responses, feeling a little more confident in my impulse decision. I sit in front of my mirror with all my makeup next to me. I take my time, making sure everything looks how I want it. I typically stick with natural-looking makeup because I’ve always liked my freckles and don’t want to hide them. The least I can do is feel cute if I’m going to go sit at the bar, you know, just in case.  

Sufficiently killing enough time so that I didn’t get to the bar too early. Finding a parking spot proved to be a little more difficult tonight. But being further away, I was able to sit here for a minute before walking over. 

Is this a dumb idea? No Char- you need to just go inside and get a drink. Josh is probably bartending anyway, so he’ll probably just talk to you. 

Forcing myself out of the car, I slowly walk over to the bar, taking deeper breaths as I do, trying not to let anxiety win. I'm doing this for you, Cass.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Luckily for me, I found a seat at the bar, and Josh is an angel. Bringing me a drink quickly and chatting with me for a few minutes before checking in on other customers. 

I slide my book from my bag, making myself comfortable as I sip on my drink for a while. My thoughts get louder as the alcohol slowly hits me. Rereading the same page a few times before actually processing it. 

You know he’s here–just go say hi. Shaking my head as I swallow the last sip of my drink. It’s very unlike me to let anything like this even remotely happen. 

You’ve never caved in a work situation, it’s honestly shocking. Unprofessional if you ask me. Okay but to be fair– none of the people I've had to work with look like him. You really can’t blame me for having eyes. 

Flipping the page of my book, I try to refocus. I wonder what he’s wearing today. Does he have his button up that he hardly buttons on? Jesus, what did Josh put in this drink? 

Forcing myself to read a few more pages before moving my bookmark into its new home. 

“Is Jacob in his office?” I ask Josh as he’s lingering close to where I’m sitting.

He nods quickly, “Where else would he be?” His eyebrows raise as he looks over at me, “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

I slide out of my barstool, adjusting my pants quickly. His office isn’t far down the hall; as I round the corner into the door frame, I take him in for a second. He’s so pretty. 

I gently knock to get his attention, watching his eyes light up as he sees me makes my stomach turn. Just go for it.

His sweet voice lingers in the room as he says, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

I swallow my nerves and whisper, “I know.” Stepping further into the small space, pushing the door shut behind me. Everything feels like slow motion again.

Turning to him, I’m barely taller than him while he’s sitting; I grab the sides of his face as I lean in. The feeling of his lips against mine makes my heart beat harder. I have kissed my fair share of men in my life, but none compare to him. The way his lips are so soft and how he goes for my bottom lip makes me wonder if he would ever sink his teeth into it. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” he whispers through a small giggle, which makes me laugh with him. His hands gently rest on my waist. The way he looks at me, this man is going to be the death of me. 

I lean back in; this time, I can’t stop how desperate I feel. My hands find the back of his neck; my fingertips pressed into him like I’m afraid he’s going to run away. His grip on me tightens, pulling me closer. My legs bump into his knees; well, there’s only one way to solve this. 

Before I have time to think, I’m straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around me, my hands sliding up into his hair. Oh my god. My breath hitches as he lightly dances his tongue against my lip, and who would I be to deny him that? Goosebumps flood my body as he deepens the kiss, his grip on my shirt getting tighter, pulling me against him harder. I let my teeth grab his bottom lip, barely enough pressure to gently pull it back, when the sweetest little moan escapes him. 

The sound alone was enough to get a girl wet, but then he smiled. And dear god– isn’t his smile gorgeous? A little pink staining his cheeks, we quietly laughed together as I tucked my face into his neck. I breathed him in for a moment, feeling his hands slide up and down my sides. I felt him shift a bit before he pressed a kiss into the base of my neck, sending chills through my body.

He continues to litter slow kisses up my neck and under my jaw as I sit back up. He takes his time, barely lifting up when he moves so I can feel his breath as he inches his way up. Nobody had ever taken the time he had with me; it felt like he was savoring every kiss. 

My hands timidly moved from his neck down to his chest. If we weren’t here, I would be pulling this shirt off of him. Thankfully, his button-up shirts didn’t leave much to the imagination; I gently tugged on one side, revealing his collarbone that I let my fingertips graze. 

He hums against my skin before moving to press a kiss just under my ear. 

“Mmm,” he rasps quietly, “I could stay here all night.” His low voice sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart throb. I need him.

I stand up, grabbing his hands from my waist. 

“Stand up for me?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He leans against his desk as I lean into him. It’s my turn to have some fun. 

I kiss down his jawline as my hands find his hips. Tracing along the top of his belt, I move my lips to his neck; his skin is so warm. Deciding to take my chance, I slide his belt over, starting to undo it. 

“Charlotte,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” 

I look up at him, stilling my hands, to ask, “Is this okay?” 

His eyes meet mine, looking back and forth for a moment like he’s trying to make sense of what I’m doing. But honestly, I’m also trying to make sense of it. 

“Of course, it’s okay. I just—“ he stumbles over his words before I cut him off with a kiss. 

I mumble against his lips, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” 

Quickly undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, my mouth is already watering. I drop down to my knees as I’m unzipping him, seeing his cock twitch as I do. He leans over me, flipping the lock on the office door. 

I can’t help but press kisses into his stomach just above his boxers, watching the goosebumps flood his skin. Gently tugging the waistband down, letting him free. Holy shit. My hand immediately ran down his length as I glanced up at him.

“All for me, baby?” Slips out, and he just moans quietly in response. What is he doing to me? His face reddening at the pet name, and my heart is pounding at the soft sounds coming from him. Letting my tongue run up to the tip before sliding him into my mouth. I can barely see him gripping his desk, the veins in his hands popping out harder, which only sends another shock through my body. 

Slowly taking more and more, I want to savor the moment. I’ve never wanted to be in this position more in my life. His little whimpers as I move closer to the base, making me throb. I pull my head back, stroking him for a second as I tease him more. 

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you,” I tell him. A strained moan falls from his lips. Before going back in for more, I tuck some loose hair behind my ears. Feeling his hands carefully gather all my hair as he wraps it around his fist, he watches me as I move my head quicker. The moans falling from his lips get louder as I pick up speed. 

Knowing he must be getting close, I say the one thing I know will get him going. 

“Come on, Captain.” 

His head drops back as his hand tightens its grip on my hair, he lets out a breathy, “Please.” 

“Let me have it,” I whisper, plunging my head down his length, feeling his little trail of hair barely touch my nose. I bob my head a few times before using my hand to help get him there, feeling his muscles tense before he finally spits out any sort of warning.

“Charlotte- fuck,” is all he can get out before his orgasm hits him. Hearing him moan my name makes my heart flutter. He accidentally tugs harder on my hair, not that I mind. But lettting go to brush the little hairs away from my face as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers. 

I sat back on my feet, just admiring him in this state. His face was a little flushed, eyes still closed as a little smile crept onto his face. Finally looking down at me, he reached his hands out for me to take. Pulling me close to him as he kisses me, but I move my face back out of shock. 

“But I just-“ I start; most men I have been with would never kiss me after I did that for them.

“Who cares?” He giggles, pecking my lips a few more times. “Don’t even mind the taste since it’s on your lips.” 

“Oh,” is all I can muster. I was so severely unprepared for how secure he actually was in himself. Why is that so sexy? Have I really wasted that many times on guys who are just insecure? I truly didn’t think that something so simple would make him even more attractive, but here we are. 

“Should I sneak back out there?” I ask as he fixes his belt. 

“If you do, I’ll come out and keep you company,” he says, looking back up at me. He looks like he’s fighting a smile, which I can’t decide what option is cuter. I lean myself into him, pressing a few small kisses against his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I whisper, wiping my thumb across his lip gently. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Sitting back in my seat at the bar, I watch as Josh makes my drink for me. I can’t believe I did that. My mind races with what just happened, the sounds he made, the way even just the thought makes me shift in my seat. 

“Thank you,” I pipe up as Josh slides my drink over to me. He flashes me a toothy grin before hustling over to take someone’s order. I’m not even halfway through my sip when Jacob’s voice floods my ears. 

“You doin’ alright?” his English accent slips out. He sneaks behind the bar but not too far from me. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” I smirk, taking a sip of my drink. The corners of his mouth quirked. He grabbed the towel next to him before walking over to where I sat. 

“Is that so?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow up. The way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room makes my body warm. I’ve never had someone make me feel like this before. The way he’s standing in front of me, propping himself up against the bar. How his toned arms are lightly flexed, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look past how nice* his hands are. 

“Maybe,” I squeak out, leaning into my hands to try and get a little closer to him. The grin plastered on my face was undeniable. Looking at him in front of me after what just happened makes my head feel dizzy, and I’ve only had one drink. 

“Well, I’m very sorry, honey,” he says, just loud enough for me to hear. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’ll be damned; he’s good at it. “Rude of me to leave such a pretty girl like you waiting.” He thinks I’m pretty.  

My mouth moves faster than my brain can when I respond with, “I’ll let it slide this time.” Letting my eyes wander all over him as if nobody could see me. Noticing the way he’s biting the inside of his lip, the little twitch in his hand as my eyes drop to them. The movement of his necklace when he leans forward only fills my head with horrible thoughts. The thought of them bouncing off his chest as he– 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, subtly biting his lip. “Promise.” The look he’s giving me makes my thighs clench together. 

“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to that,” I try to hide how nervous that makes me. I haven’t done anything with someone for a while, let alone having someone … do something for me. Usually on my own for that. 

He stares at me for another second before letting his head drop back a little. He stares at the ceiling before shaking it as he looks down. A soft little smile is on his lips. What is he thinking about that has him grinning like that? 

I cave, “What’s that face for?” 

He lets out a laugh, letting his smile grow, showing off his teeth now. His eyes rake over me again, his arms folded over his chest; he really is so cute. 

“It’s nothing,” he finally spits out. 

My eyebrows pull in, “I don’t buy that one bit.” Squinting at him as tries to do the same face back but not being able to hold it.

“I can’t say it right now,” he says, moving closer to the bar. He leans down, propping himself up with his elbows.

“Why not?” I don’t know what is in the air tonight, but I can’t stop myself from poking at him more and more. 

“It’s not the right place,” he laughs, “people could hear me.” 

“Just whisper it to me,” I excitedly spit out, “we can pretend it’s a secret.” I watch as he looks around the room, moves back, and mouths ‘hold on’ to me. 

  He pours two fresh beers from the tap, walks them over to a table, and grabs their empty glasses. He then wanders around the booths for a moment, making sure everybody is happy. I steal glances at him a few times, doing my best to not stare at him, but it’s hard. He’s a deceivingly intoxicating man; you’d never expect it because he’s so quiet at first. 

How he’s gone this long without a girlfriend is beyond me. I guess it’s also something we’ve never really talked about, so maybe he just didn’t care? I can’t imagine girls not liking him. He’s so precious; how could you not develop a crush on him? Oh– I hadn’t thought that hard about that part of whatever this situation is. Do I have a crush on him? But I don’t live here, so that could make him not want to pursue anything– I don’t live that far, maybe he wouldn’t care. My thoughts race with questions of whether I’m making a mistake or not. 

I don’t want to jump into a relationship this fast. I don’t want to waste more time, but I have to do something because I just know Cassie would punch me if I didn’t do this. Suddenly remembering the book that offended me earlier today, ‘Friends with benefits’ plays in my head. Maybe he would be okay with that..? That way I can make sure this is what I want to do. That sounds reasonable, right? I’d say we’re friends and who would say no to the benefits? He already promised me something, and I need to know what that is now.  

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel someone gently place their hand on my back. I look over to see him setting a few glasses on the bar. He’s so close I can feel the warmth coming off of him and smell his cologne. 

“Oh, sorry, excuse me,” he giggles quietly. Turning to leave, he stops, sliding his hand up to the base of my neck and lightly giving it a squeeze. He drops his head to whisper, “Was just thinking about how I can’t wait to hear your pretty voice moaning my name.” 

My jaw falls open as he says it; looking up at him, his face is flushed like he’s embarrassed to admit it. He gives me a slow wink before sauntering off to talk to customers, leaving me to think about that. I definitely need to know what he plans on doing to make it up to me now. 

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Our nightly routine begins once more as we walk in comfortable silence to my car. 

I quietly break the silence, letting out, “The sky looks so pretty tonight.”

His head tilts up quickly to take it in while I watch him. His eyes scanned all the stars and the light from the moon, illuminating him with no cloud in sight. 

“She really is amazing, isn’t she?” he spoke so softly, looking over at me. 

“Who..?” 

“The moon,” he chokes back a little laugh. “She’s incredible.” He looks so happy as he looks back up at the sky. The chill of November made it so I could see his breath as we walked, but it also kept me closer to him in hopes of stealing some of his warmth. 

Our hands timidly brush against each other a few times until he glances down, sliding his hand into mine. I just know Cassie is somewhere screaming over how  I am with him. I just look at our hands intertwined, the way his thumb just runs over mine, and smile when he squeezes a little to make me look at him. 

“Your chariot, madame,” he says, gesturing his free hand to my car. 

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I try to play along, letting a small laugh slip partway through. We just stood there in comfortable silence for a second, still hand in hand. 

“So,” he mumbles, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod, fighting the urge to just stare at his mouth. 

“Drive home safe. Text me when you make it. You know the drill at this point,” his sweet giggle lacing the latter half. 

“Of course, mhm,” I tell him, moving a little closer to him, “I hope you have a good rest of your night, Jacob.” His eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight as I gaze at him. He leans in, his plump lips pressed into mine but backs up quickly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Back to my full name already?” his smug little tone made me laugh. My hands grab the sides of his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to call you Captain in public after that,” I say against his lips; he lets out a small groan at the name. 

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he mocks me, stepping back and grabbing my hands. He pulls them up, placing little kisses across my knuckles. How is he real? He reaches past me to open my car door. 

“Now, get home before it’s too late.” 

I toss my bag into the passenger seat before sitting down and starting it. Turning to him one more time, looking up at him, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I grab his shirt and tug him towards me. His hand holding onto the doorframe, leans down, hovering over my mouth until I finally cave.

 “One more,” I mumble before closing the gap between us. He laughs into me, knowing I full well just stole his line. 

“I’ll be waiting for your text,” he says, pointing at me with his eyebrows raised as he moves back to shut my door. 

I sit there for a minute, just watching as he walks back towards the bar until he’s finally out of sight. I click on the address in my maps and set my phone in the cup holder. Looking back up at the moon, seeing how bright it is tonight. She is beautiful. 

I can’t take my eyes away from it, feeling the tears settling in, and into the quiet of my car I whisper, “I hope you’re proud of me, and god, I wish I could call you right now.” 

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[sklodowskacurie]

HANSI holy shit. from the bottom of my heart i deadass apologize SO MUCH it literally wouldn’t let me answer ur ask?? and then when i was going to send you an ask my memory loss reactivated and now i am sending you this from remeberance SO SO SORRY i have the ask opened up now I WILL NOT FORGET.

OOOOOOO ok ok . i never knew pride and prejudice was a romance book !! i thought it was more historical i dint kniw why HAHAHA but thats actually so nice i might have to read it (when life stops piling tons of lemons in my life,,,,,)

NOOOOOOOO i know its been a while but have you played genshin now ? i know the side quests are HELL bruh i literally quit because inforced myself to do those quests…… but i hope u were able to launch it .,,,,,, and tell me how it goes !! i heard from some people that people did not like natlan, and the va’s were on strike so no voiceover…. and yea it was a mess from what i heard… i do like the motorcycle of mauvika but lowkey i was like why is there a motercycle LMFAOOOOO

HAHAHAH yessss i am doing computer science but recently seeing any code makes my blood boil HAHAHAH those tests are NOT FOR THE WEAK ,,,,,, dont worry you perfectly wrote hello world right !! i think “print (“hello world”);” is specifically python because the syntax is simpler but hahaha you dodged a bullet with comp sci, im going to crash out over comp sci (i sometimes love it but sometimes getting 34 errors over if and else statements are not great ,,,,)

OOOOOO the feeling of getting new jeans….. i dont know about you but whever i find the perfect jeans it becomes part of my character design HAHA but im so glad you found good ones !! especially good quality ones that dont feel like hell to walk it are so good <3 i might have ti find new jeans because i only have two pairs ,,,,

dont worry about it slipping your mind !! as you can tell from my memory span mine isn’t all too trustworthy either LFMAOOO

hmmmm my favorite artists are a lot …. i love wave to earth, mitski, CAS (#1 artist on my spotify), laufey, project sekai / vocoloid songs, and sooooo much more…… i wanna know what ur favorite is !! would love to see your playlists and ur taste HAHA

i think thats everything !! i hope ur doing well hansi ,,,, take care and stay safe ok !! ❤️

I literally cannot be upset or anything like that because I am so so so so sorry, I saw your ask and kept forgetting </3 we are the same.

I actually haven’t, it would not load on my computer and I fully gave up lol, but honestly you know what I think is funny? I like to do tasks I really don’t want to do by pretending like they’re genshin side quests (“fold 5 pieces of clothing”) and it actually really motivates me. I know that has literally nothing to do w playing the game in actuality, but I thought it was funny and wanted to share. BUT YEAH I heard it was a huge huge mess because people didn’t like a lot of things. Do you still play? Also, I’ve been watching a lot of gameplay about Resident Evil, and I wish I could play but I’m too broke. Have you ever played?

HAHA, I have two good friends who do comp sci and I agree that it’s the biggest love hate relationship. I grew up surrounded by computers, so I am familiar with more of the hardware side, but I always wish I could learn how to code. It always overstimulated me and I’d get frustrated so fast. Are you planning on majoring in it? (Or however your school system works, not sure if it’s different)

I might have spoke too soon </3 I stopped wearing them after the first time because I like how they fit but they’re too wide at the bottom (I forgot to buy specifically the short version) and they only look how I want to if I pull them up a ton w a belt (which sucks because they’re already low rise). I’m planning on returning them soon, so I guess I’m back to only one pair of jeans. Which reminds me, do you dress in a specific style or aesthetic?

Ooo I LOVE mitski, she’s been my top artist for a while now. I am obsessed w her- what are your fav songs from her? Other than that, I’m your typical male manipulator lol. I love the Strokes, Radiohead, Doja Cat (jump scare lol), PinkPanthress, etc.

Again, I’m so sorry :( I missed you!! How’ve you been?

[yandere-mc-yt]

y’ALL TRYNNA MAKE ME SIN 😩😩😩 I just wanna ask you to write out that prompt with psychic darling, techno and chat soooooo bad because it looks so rndmdjskdjdj 🤌🏾 ✨perfect✨ kdndkdkdkdjdjdjd not me having a brainrot 💀☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

It's okay! Lets have brainrot together! Also I hope Techno isn't too ooc, I just think he'd be really repressed and awkward in these kind of situations lmao.

Thermae

Technoblade & Mind Reader GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere Themes, obsessiveness, delusions mentioned, disassociation(?), kidnapping mentioned, Stockholm syndrome implied, animalistic behavior, NSFW, dubcon, size difference, unsafe sex, rough sex, mild painful sex, body worship implied, praise kink, retracted consent, ruined orgasm(?), humiliation kink(?), sex with an audience(?), ooc(?), idk canon inaccuracies probably, gn!deader

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pretty!!

EEE E E

shut the hell up some of us want to hear techno think

lovenoblade? technolover? FUCK what are we calling him when he stares at them like that??

shut uuuup

You don't look up from pile of clean clothes you're sifting through, trying to pick out what to wear after your bath. Technoblade staring at you from where he is by the door, not having made a move since he allowed you to enter the room. At least he isn't speaking-

You dropped some rolled up socks. It rolled under the bed and you get on your hands and knees to reach under the bed for it. Suddenly Technoblade is behind you and you yelp cutely-

Suddenly you're moaning softly and bent over on the bed. Your captor's lover's hand is on your hips and he's grinding against you. Your underwear is somehow soaked through and you're whining for Techno to take you. He swiftly tugs off your underwear and-

You look up at Technoblade, who looks back at you, acknowledging your attention. You looked cross. "Just because you're not thinking in words, doesn't mean I can't see what you think, Techno."

OOOOOO

oh noooo lmao

LOL imagine getting caught like that couldn't be us

rip

damn I wanted to see how bad this fantasy would have been

"Sorry-"

"Sorry," Techno says out loud as he takes his eyes off of you. You sigh as you toss the clothes yoy want onto the bed and stuff the rest back into the drawers. You'll fix that later if he doesn't get to it first. At least he had the gall to feel some bit of shame.

You turn your body to him and shrug. "It's whatever.... let's just go take a bath before bed."

You ignore how another brief flash of lewd thoughts and fantastical scenarios pass through his mind as you move past him towards the bathroom he had built for you. You also ignore the teasing from the Chat about how the piglin hybrid's home definently didn't have a place to bathe before and that he is a "stinky pig boy" and "stinknoblade". You didn't want to thank him but you felt like you had no choice because honestly.... he made you a custom bathroom that looked like it belonged in a palace. It had felt rude not to thank him, despite these circumstances.

You inhale the steam of the luxious looking bathroom and put your clothes down on a small side table near the massive walk in tub of hot water. You had moved over to the edge and was going to take off your shirt when the anxious boot clacking of your keeper reminded you that you were unfortunately not alone. You click your tongue back at him as you glance back at him. He looks away like he always does and you practically rip your clothes off before getting in.

He looks again when he doesn't hear the water sloshing around anymore. His expression is unreadable but you can hear what he's thinking.

"So pretty lovely looks soft smells good fuck- cute.... I wonder if you'll like the soap I got this time. Its peonies."

You hum as you sink a bit lower in the water, trying to hide your coloring cheeks.

"Yeah, I think peonies smell good." Technoblade makes a face and you have to swallow your smile. "Thanks- now get in here. I want this to be over with."

He nods mutely as he starts to undress and this time its your turn to look away. You sigh as you feel the water move and flinch when you feel his heat on your backside. He isn't even touching you yet.

ugh why is he waiting for permission again

lol whats with the gentleman act

dude they're literally already used you doing this get it over with

y'all better shut up this is like character development or something

i wanna touch they look all soft agaiiin

oooo yea!! touch them

Omgeee body worship kink??

touch them

TOUCH THEM

You let out a shaky sigh and turn around and make eye contact. He has the soap in one hand and the sponge you like in the other. You stand up in the water and exposed yourself to him. Its incredible difficult to ignore the way his pupils dialate when you're still making eye contact.

HOLY COW

isn't it too warm in here for (Y/N)'s nipples to get hard??

NAKED POG

oh my god You know they're practically begging for it now....

Techno swallows audibly and practically slams the bar of soap into the sponge, making an audible wet noise and aggressively lathers them together, looking away again. It makes you jump a bit but you don't say anything. Neither of you do and you almost prefer it that way. Once the sponge has been violently soaped up enough he starts washing you. You don't move and he doesn't stop on any part pf your upper half. It made you think of those old erotic stories of royalty being bathed by a personal servant. You didn't like it.

.....Right now you really wish you two were capable of being normal. Or that any part of your relationship was.

After your front and back have been scrubbed down, you quickly dip back into the water amd rinse yourself off. You look down at your body in the water and hum as you see another fleeting fantasy go past Technoblade's mind.

You're touching him, hands simply on his chest and pressed close to him. You're looking up at him frightened anxiously for a moment before moving away and wading towards the little shelving around an edge in the bathing pool. You flush as you climb onto it and sit. You spread your legs-

You look up at him for a split moment before looking away. You feel shakey and sick, kind of like you're about to throw up. Your gut twists and you press your thighs together on instinct. Shit.

No.

"No-" You swallow as you completely turn your back to Techno. You hear the water move a bit as you assume he's straightening up, you know he's looking directly at you. He's thinking too fast for you to properly hear his thoughts and you refuse to tune into what the Chat is saying right now.

You need to think-

You're on top of him in one of his blouses. Its so big on you but you like it and you liked the way Techno looked at you when you wore it. Technoblade's hands were on your hip and you scoff becuase you didn't want it there. You flushed a bit and took one of them with your fingers and moved it underneath the blouse to your bare stomach. You could feel the way your lips stretched into a goofy smile when he somehow flushed darker than you and his pupils blew up. It actually made you laugh a little. It felt like a little victory. The hand still on your hip twitched.

"I uh..." You bite your lip between your grin. "I like it when your hands are here. They're so warm and they make me feel good sometimes."

He stares and you can hear his thoughts.

"... Makes me feel safe...... so please..."

You blink back the tears but can't stop the shudder and whimper that comes from that memory. Technoblade stands behind you as you realize where you are now. You're stand before the pool shelving and its like your stomach folds in on itself as you whine and stumble back in the water, bumping into him. You both flinch from the sudden skin to skin contact and you feel the overwhelming urge to start wailing.

Technoblade makes a noise as if he's taking a deep breath and you know its over. You pull away from him as soon as his has touches your shoulder, bumping roughly into the shelving. With a grimace, you climb up onto the shelving and spread your shakey legs.

You can't even catch his thoughts whwn he freezes up and the Chat roars.

Holyshitholyshit holySHIT

BRO???

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE HORNY THOUGHTS LETS GOOOOO

Fuck this is so hot what the fuck fuck babe

The cooler water that resides at the edges splash out of the tub and against your backside from the force of him moving so suddenly. Technoblade makes a noise as he hovers over you. His clawed hands grip the edges of the pool so hard you can hear the wood creak. He doesn't say anything as you try to meet his eyes. Visions of all the ways he wants to fuck you right here flash through his mind and it makes you want to close your legs. You end up pressing your thighs against his and you both gasp.

You bite your lip. "Soap." He blinks dumbly and you almost change your mind about all of this. "The scentless soap," you try to clarify. "I need to prep myself."

The Chat chatters loudly as Techno moved away. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath as he returns to the water and reslots himself between your legs. You take the bottle from him and try to get comfortable as he uncomfortably stares directly at your groin. Already used to this scenario, you tune him out as you pop the bottle open and pour the slick substance onto yourself. You then put the bottle to the side and slide your hand down.

This isn't the first time you've had to stretch yourself (especially since your sexual partner couldn't- not with those sharp fingertips) and far from the first time you've taken the Blade so your fingers slip in with little resistance. You shudder and remind yourself to hate how he ruined you as you skip adding a second finger and go straight for three.

You hear the creak of the wood on the edge of the pool again but ignore looking up or at Technoblade as you keep fingering yourself until you're sure you're done. As soon as your fingers were out, his cock was slapped against your inner thigh. You yelp and look up at him.

He looks down at you as he finally puts his hands on you. You hiss when he drags your ass against the shelving to pull you closer.

"Sorry-" he thinks before opening his mouth to say it out loud, but you interrupt him. You grab him by the forearm as he has your thighs and lean foward a bit, biting your lip. You suck in a breath before letting out a whine.

"Shut the fuck up- stop fucking thinking and fuck me baby."

Being so used to hearing other's people thoughts without tuning them out (even now in these current times with everything Technoblade this accursed SMP has put you through), you aren't prepared to be sp overwhelmed by whatever the hell happens in your captor's head that makes you blackout for a moment. Its like you blink and whatever sexually charged energy you had before is replaced with fear.

Somewhere in the milliseconds after you said those words, Technoblade pushed you back roughly against the shelving and the edge of the pool and was now almost balls deep inside of you. You feel the pain blossoming against the back of your head apart of your back and yelp when you feel him fill you up oh so fucking good.

Its too much.

"Tech-" You make an ugly noise as he thrusts deeper somhow. Fuck- too much.

Whatever you were trying to get out is lost on your tongue as he starts fucking into you with total abandon. Its so good and bad and great and uncomfortable and painful-

The force of his movements rocks you into the edges of the pool and makes the cooled off water splash around and hit you in the face. You've let go of his arms, instead trying to brace yourself against the shelving the best you can with no way to get a proper grip. All you can do is whine and gasp.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry fuck"

"(Y/N)," comes out in a growl and you whimper. You don't know when he leaned closer. Technoblade's tusk scratch the junction between your jaw and neck. You take this opportunity to grab onto him again and moan high.

He rocks hard into you and its so much better now- fuck you can feel every inch of him. It makes you pull yourself closer to him and sob.

"Techno- Techno Techno Techno," he groans low and licks a hot strip against your neck. You breifly wonder if he's licking sweat off or left over water that was dripping down from the bath you were having a few minutes ago. You don't wonder much longer as you feel the twist in your gut from earlier tighten. You sob again.

"No no no no no," you gasp as you hold on tighter and he gets rougher. "Fuck, Techno baby please please please..."

Miraculously, the beast hears your prayers but he doesn't slow down. He pulls back and pushes you away completely. You almost don't catch yourself against the pool's edge. He's still in you for amoment more before pulling out with a wince and you cry out.

You feel dissatisfaction start to replace the lust in your head but its quickly snuffed out when Technoblade grabs you and flips you over on the shelving. He shoves you hard onto your knees with your elbows over the edge as he reenters you from behind and you shout. The change in position, depth and temperature catch you completely off guard and interupts the flow. You don't feel as aroused as you were before. You're sore.

"T-Techno?" You try to turn around to look back at him but he hits something deep inside of you hard. You put a knuckle between your teeth. "Techno? Techno please it hurts now please Techno!"

He gets even rougher and you yelp when your knees hit the wall of the pool. A shadow is cast over you and water from Technoblade's body drips down onto you as he goes full throttle and rails you like this. Fuck.

"Techno Techno Techno please love-" you manage to get out before his thrusts take your voice away. You're belly feels warm again and you sob a bit defeated. You're heads clear again and you cry as your mind races. You can't hear his thoughts properly even now- too jumbled up in the midst of him borderline mindlessly fucking you. You however can hear the Chat clearly once again. It makes your gut twist disgustingly deliciously.

Fuck baby you're doing so good

while crying is sexy can you plz go back to making those cute noises k thanx

they're not enjoying it anymore don't be fucking rude :/

Roughnoblade /neg

(Y/N) oh poor baby they're crying!!

Techno you're being too rough damn bitch

hey you're okay love you're okay plz don't cry....

Gods we're so sorry but you DO look so fucking hot like this

fuck I bet you're going to bruise so nice

Yeah techno is going to be staring at them until they heal up lmao

You bite your lip and just take it until that twisted feeling snaps and you cum like this. Techno rides out your orgasm before you feel him get bigger (or you tightned in discomfort) and he spills into you. You whimper when he pulls out and you feel the hot cum start to slide out of you. Unfortunately for you, your lover doesn't leave you bent over the cold bathing pool's edge like that for howver long you wished to and readjusts your limp form before he finishes cleaning you. You sniffle as he takes ypu out of the water and bundles you up in the softest towel he has.

"It hurt." You said simply and Technoblade glances up at where he was now kneeling by your legs, helping you put on your underwear. He looked almost guilty.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

"G̸̨͍͍̮͙̝͍̲̾͆̌̅̓̾̕Ȏ̵̡̡̳̣̟͕͍͍̘̱͗͝͝Ô̸̪̯̰̅͗͠D̷̟̘̦͕̼͈̻̏͗̋̂̿̔̕͘," he thinks.

You wonder if he still hopes you don't hear him.

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

hi!! do u mind if i request? maybe a tommy x reader who’s been struggling recently, with like getting out of bed, doing homework and stuff, and one day she doesn���t respond all day (probably just lying in bed all day or sm) and tommy goes to her house to see what’s up and comforts her and tries to help (even tho he’s lowkey bad at it he can always make u laugh that’s fax) and they kinda have like a ‘self care/help day’ with face masks and movies and unending laughter? thank u so much!!

Oooooo my first writing request! By the way it's written, I assume the reader is a female so that's what is gonna be written! Thanks for requesting!

I accidentally made this a little more dramatic than intended...

I Don't Know What To Do (So I'll Make You Smile) (Plat!Tommyinnit x F!Reader)

He didn't quite understand why you became so... Unmotivated lately. You briefly mentioned that you couldn't drag yourself over to your desk, let alone bring yourself to do the homework your teacher assigned.

Normally he didn't care too much and always said (jokingly) about how you should drop out of school and become a minecraft streamer. He got heavily scolded by Philza for suggesting it though. Normally, though.

Lately he's been taking glances at your report cards when you weren't looking and saw you mostly has C's and D's down the board. You were failing.

At the time, he didn't know how to bring it up or whether or not he should, and asked Philza Minecraft for help on what he should do. Phil explained to him that your mental situation was actually looking pretty bad and he suggested that Tommy go check up on you as soon as possible.

So, like any modern day teen, he texted you way more often than before, anything from asking if you wanted to hang out or stream with him, or sending you some stupid tiktok he found.

At first it was working and Tommy couldn't help but feel proud of himself. But then one day you didn't text him back.

His brain just told him you were busy at that time and left it at that, but then it struck 6pm and he still recieved no response.

A little annoyed by being ignored, Tommy threw on a quick sweater and his shoes before heading to the door. After a quick shout to his mother, explaining that he was heading to your house, he stepped out and walked across the pavement.

Within a few steps, he was standing at your door awkwardly. Normally he would've just burst in with a lame yet some how dramatic greeting to your parents before storming to your room (it happened at least four times a week. They got used to it within the first month.) but now... Something held him back.

Were you okay? Were you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he was being a bit too dramatic?

Ah. Since when has that ever stopped him?

With a sudden burst of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. Your parents were at work so he made sure to be extra annoying this time, pay back for ignoring him! "I'm breaking into your home!" He yelled dramatically after reaching out and pressing the doorbell a few times to alert his existence even more.

He took his shoes off and made his way to your room, the pathway ingrained into his mind at this point.

When he reached the door, he gave a brief knock (he had manners. Sometimes.) Before turning the knob. "You better be decent for both of our sanity!" He called before finally opening it.

Your room looked... Empty... at first. In the beginning, he thought you weren't home, that is until the blankets began to shift and there was an annoyed groan.

"Soooo dramatiiiiic..." You huffed, unfurling yourself from your cocoon of blankets to glare at him jokingly, but he looked more surprised.

"You look like you got hit with a bus!"

"Well screw you too..."

Tommy snorted before awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed. "So.. why haven't you been up today? Or... Well.. Passing your classes?"

You were definitely shocked that Tommy noticed, and part of you wanted to joke to ease the tension, but you figured that would make it harder on him. "Well... See... I've been struggling a lot with my mental state and everything just became really stressful, but even then I couldn't do it... And.. Well still can't.."

"Why... Not?" He looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged slightly, running your hand through your bedhead... Which you could see Tommy trying his absolute hardest not to snicker at.

"I don't really feel motivated... I can't even really get out of bed.."

The blond boy gave you an awkward pat on the arm, making you roll your eyes. "Uhhh.. You.. wanna watch a movie? Or... Oh! Maybe we could go egg Wilbur's house while he's off being a simp for Nikki!"

You scoffed and began to laugh into your hand which caused Tommy to greatly relax. "That's hours away, Tommy... We'd never get there before my parents get back. But we can watch a movie?"

"You're no funnnn!" He whined dramatically with a slight hint of a smile before shaking his head, "Go at least brush your hair while I find a movie, it looks like a porcupine got struck by lightening."

You rolled your eyes and slowly began to shuffle out of bed to make your way to the bathroom while Tommy turned on the TV in your room, having been here enough times that he knew how to use it.

When you came back, mostly cleaned up with a sweater thrown over your pajamas, you saw Tommy putting on one of his favourite comedy movies. There was also some snacks he had probably raided your kitchen or secret candy stash for, but you didn't mind. You flopped back down into your bed, while Tommy hit play.

"I never under stand why women always make such a bit deal over pulling those face mask things off of their face!" Tommy gestured to the scene that was playing in the movie. "Also why do they need so many face products? Doesn't water and dish soap do the trick?"

"You do NOT use dish soap on your face!" You gaped at his response to the movie. "And trust me... Those peel masks hurt." You saw Tommy roll his eyes for a moment before you got an idea. "Wanna try?"

The teen looked at you as if you were high on glue, but then he saw the challenging look in your eyes, and everyone knows that Tommy Big Man Innit NEVER backs down from a challenge. Or maybe he knew it would make you happy? "It can't be that bad!"

You knew he was gonna regret that.

You paused the movie while you scrambled to get your skin care products ready. First you made him wash his face, moisturize, etc etc, which he complained about non stop, but you always told him to quit whining or he was admitting to losing against the woman in the movie. He instantly quit complaining, calling the actress and pansy and hell bent determined to prove himself as an alpha male.

You made him put his hair back with a cheap headband you had, which caused his blond locks to practically flare out in every direction. After laughing about it for a minute, you made him sit down so you could paint the mask on.

"Sit still!"

"But it feels weird!"

"Keep quiet or this brush is going up your nose!"

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Wanna bet on it?"

After about five minutes of even more whining, you finally got the masks painted on you both as Tommy decided to take a picture of himself for Twitter to meme about.

Tommyinnit

Women are weird with their face skin care stuff...

While you both waited for the masks to dry, you had some how convinced Tommy to let you paint his nails but ONLY if he could do yours as well. We all know Tommy isn't about that toxic masculinity.

Once it was dry, you could see Tommy scrunching his face repeatedly, most likely not used to the unusual feeling. "Can I take this off now? I'm determined to prove myself better than those actors!"

You bit your lip to hide your grin as you gave a nod. Because yours was also dry, you showed him how to find an edge and how to pull it off.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

You snickered as you watched Tommy begin to yelp in pain as he began to pull the mask off, only able to do tiny tiny little bits at a time before needing a moment to gather himself, eyes watering.

You, being a boss, were already majority of the way done pulling the face mask off causing Tommy's jaw to d r o p. "You're a literal hell spawn! How are you not bawling your eyes out from the pain?!"

"I've done this quite a lot of times honestly. It's not that bad." You lied through your teeth. Honestly it hurt quite a lot, but you were just enjoying seeing Tommy gawk at you before trying to peel the mask off more, only to yelp and whine.

It took twenty minutes, and eventually, he got the product off and stared at his reddened face in the mirror. He decided to take another picture (with permission) for Twitter with you being a smug little shit while his eyes were still watery and his skin still irritated.

Tommyinnit

I respect women even more now...

(Yourusername)

@/tommyinnit Wimp.

[welcome-to-the-cattle-dome]

Doodle Dump [Set 1] [Part 3]

brief explinations, transcripts, etc. may be put under some images if i think there’s anything to say about it art is under the cut to shorten the post if you wanna ask anything, shoot me an ask

ahahah wow it’s all the Cats the Musical comics i drew when i should’ve been doing school.... anywayz. also please mind the grammer or flow issues, written as is (almost all of these ideas are abandoned And unfinished so dont assume you’ll see them again unless someone convinces me to pick em up, oops)

part 1/1.5 of “demeter and munkustrap banter”

[Munkustrap is sleeping on a wall. Another cat enters.] ???: Hey. [Munkustrap startles awake]  ???: You’re one of the most stubborn cats I know, Munk... ???/Demeter: Moreso than your brother, even. Munkustrap: Tugger?? Demeter: Not in the same way though of course. You two aren’t the same brand. Munkustrap: Yeah? Demeter: Mhm! You’re ‘Straps’ stubborn. [Demeter lightly hits his shoulder] Munkustrap: ... Is that so? Demeter: Yep. Munkustrap: Yeah? Demeter: Mhm.

. . . [Smug Demeter, Unimpressed Munkustrap]

Munkustrap: Was there anything you needed originally? Demeter: When was the last time you took a break? Munkustrap: ... Demeter: The last time you let someone else handle a patrol? Munkustrap: ... Demeter: The last time you let one of us take over for a day? Demeter: When have you last slept? Munkustrap: ... Demeter: Munk. Munkustrap: I don’t know. Demeter: Everlasting above- You nee- Munkustrap: I’m fine Demeter. Demeter: (Sure) seems like it if you were passed out on the wall... Munkustrap: Demi please- Demeter: I’m taking your watch, right now. (You aren’t) gonna be half as prepared if you’re this exhausted.

(i know what i said earlier but i like this one so you might see this one again JAHSGFJKAHSK,, this one specifically... makes my brain turn)

part 1.5/1.5 of “demeter and munkustrap banter”

Demeter: You don’t wanna be teaching Plato or Jem these habits either, do you? Munkustrap: [Exasperated] Demi... Demeter: Munkustrap. . . . [They stare eachother down]

then it ENDS because i didn’t continue past this AHWGJKFHAJS the note written at the top says “Drinking game: a shot for every time I forgot their collars” BECAUSE NOT A SIIIINGLE PANEL IN THIS. HAS A COLLAR. NONE IN SIGHT!!! HELP!!!!!! the rest of the small writings are just notes to myself for fixing stuff

“hypothetically, let’s say Cats the Musical (location) is the same as Warrior Cats (location)” (probably, i dont really remember wht this was abt besides oOoOOo aNgSt) [au]

[Cassandra, Alonzo, Demeter, and Bombalurina sit together watching over a clearing full of worried, rushing, and preparing cats. They are visibly agitated, and a low growl is coming from Cassandra. The growl grows in intensity.] Cassandra: What happened to the plan!? Alonzo: That piece of shit changed his last minute, we had no time to adjust... Demeter: It’s nearly a week earlier than he aid it was gonna be... We shouldn’t even be here right now! (The bracket is just a note to make her shorter) Bombalurina: Let alone bringing the kittens for fucks sake!!! Cassandra: It’s a mercy we let them in on the plan, at the very least they can prepare themselves... [Panel puts focus on Electra, Jemima, Etcetera, and Tumblebrutus + Pouncival] Demeter: They shouldn’t be here at all! The clans train their kittens at six months and they are hardly at five! Bombalurina: Ain’t much we can do now besides keep em as far away from the crossfire as possible, Bombalurina: as well as away from Rundle I suppose...

OK I GUESS THEY FIGHTING OR SMTHN IDK JAHGWJHRFGHASFK???? I do remember that in this Munk isn’t like the, jellicle protector/leader/whatever you see him as,,, GOD knows why JAHSKJFJAS Rundle is an oc i wanna use again though,,, Originally i think he’s like, evil /derogatory

“i dont even know whts the context to this one” (it Might be tied to the previous one based off the lack of munk in that one and his odd appearance in this) [au]

[Tugger and Macavity (??HELP??) are crouched at the entrance to a cave? They look down in quiet shock at Munkustrap, who’s standing still in a pool of water. His body is smoking. It’s dead silent, give the Ambient Cave Sounds™, until...] A Bat?: EEEE EEE EEEE!! EE!! EEEEE!!! EEE!! (so true bat bro) Munkustrap: Are they hostile? [Tugger and Macavity duck down, alarmed that Munkustrap knew they were there.] A Bat: [Unsure and hesitant] ...Eee..... Eee eee..... Munkustrap: Then leave them be.

and then it ends AGAIN because i STOPPED (thank god...?) nah i was really happy with some of the perspectives for this though,,, even if im not a huge fan of the idea anymore some of it’s coming back to me,,, i think Somethinkg (gestures vaguely) happened and munkustrap gets kicked out of the jellicles and gets powers,, in what order i do not know. macavity Loses his powers (a trade?) and is apart of the jellicles again OR hes like. allied w/ some of them. BESTIES I DO NOT KNOW. MY BRAIN WAS ON SOMETHING JAHSGJFKHALWJ F

Part 1/2 of “MAYBE THIS ONE IS TIED IN TOO BECAUSE I REMMMMEEMMMBER VIVIDLY THIS SET IS IN REFERENCE TO MUNKUSTRAP, HELP” also Alonzo and several Bomba’s at the top <3

[Jem/Silla (we are gonna use jem for sake of ease) catches the sounds of murmmuring and decides to go check it out. Long panel of hear weaving through the junkyard. Near the end, she hears a hardly audible “...fuck...”]

stuff-you-hear-on-a-test core

Part 2/2 of “MAYBE THIS ONE IS TIED IN TOO BECAUSE I REMMMMEEMMMBER VIVIDLY THIS SET IS IN REFERENCE TO MUNKUSTRAP, HELP” also Tugger at the top, HEEYYY THATS MY OC WOOO JEZEBEL (CHEERING) and some random furry head

[Jemima looks into a clearing to see Tugger pacing and swearing to himself. He looks Very distraught.] Jemima (mentally): Tugger... Jemima (mentally): He must be riled up about Munkustrap... (and there it is LMAO) [At some point Tugger sits down, head down, shoulders hunched. He begins weeping. Jemima decides to start approaching him slowly. (also a note to myself to make her smaller)] Jemima: Rum? Tugger: [Wipes his face] Mnngff... Jem? What d’ya need? [Sniff] Jemima: I heard somethings... Wanted to make sure you’re ok.. Tugger: It’s- I’m fine, Jem.. ... Jemima: Do you want me to stay?

thank god that stopped idk where i was goin with that AHWGKJFHALJSF besides like,, him asking her if She was doin ok but honestly, if i redid it, which i probably wont, but if i did, id redo nearly all of the dialogue. angst :sick face:

“jellicle ball” last one i prommy. slightly more human but not quite out of anthro territory, jellicles

[Various flashy panels of Jemima (i think) getting ready.] Bombalurina: Oohhhh!!! Jem dear you look stunning!!! You’ll fit right in! (??au stuff i dont remember dont ask) Jemima: Are you sure? It doesn’t feel like much... Etcetera?: Hell yeah!!! You’re gonna blow everybody away!

oh i REALLY do NOT remember what the context to this is HAGWKJFHLJSAK... maybe something along the jellicles going to a Different party they’ve never been to before?? bestie idk. i really dont this time.

thank. its over

{Cooli’s Sketchbook Set 1} [Part 1]  [Part 2]  [O]  [Part 4]  [Part 5]  [Part 6]

[couchpotatoaniki]

Hey I was wondering which member of ateez you think would date a black and Spanish mixed race girl with curly black hair,, btw I love ur content :)

Oooooo, dis is fAncEh and I love it 😤😤 As a woman of colour and someone who’s grown up with more than one culture, I feel like this kind of ask is really nice. Also, thank you so much for enjoying my content, I'll make even more (hopefully even better) stuff in the future 😊😊

(Sorry for the late reply btw :(( )

Most Hongjoong San Wooyoung Mingi Yunho Seonghwa Yeosang Jongho Least

Explanation under the cut

Now, before we get into this, I just wanna say that all the boys would look more on personality rather than simply looks, and if they really love someone, they would adore seeing you showing them the culture(s) you grew up with. This is all based on cultural mixes and how easily or quickly they can fit right in. And just sayin’ this right now, for the ask, they would ALL love your hair. Don’t even fight me on this 😤😤

OBVIOUSLY Hongjoong is right on the top. We all know about how he’s very culturally accepting and that he likes learning about all the different things the world has to offer. San too, I can definitely see being able to easily join in with celebrating the culture with you while also being attentive at the same time. These two would jump head-first into making you comfortable with sharing your culture with them, giving them the opportunity to show that they do not shy away from mistakes (which is bound to happen, like mispronouncing a word in your mother tongue or somethin’ similar) and will correct it--to them, it shows that they’re human and that they love you.

Wooyoung and Mingi, I think would be pretty much neck and neck when it came to trying to rank them. Different from Seonghwa and Yunho (who is in the paragraph below), they would start googling things to try and impress you. Then they would reach out to your family and/or friends to get help since you can’t trust everything you read on the internet. They’d make you blush by preparing cultural dishes for you on occasion, taking you on vacation to your ethnic country (which anon said was Spain in this ask) and learn even more about your culture.

Since they are generally more quiet, I feel like Yunho and Seonghwa wold be more cautious than everyone above them as to not offend you by saying something (not like they would, but I can totally see these two as over-thinkers). They would try to learn by watching you and listening to what you have to say, but they would slowly begin to show off what they have learned, either through languages learned from you (Spanish, in the case of this specific ask) or mundane things that you do because of your culture as a form of support and love (e.g. making food, or drawing you in historical clothing, and whatnot)

The only reason I put Jongho and Yeosang at the bottom is purely because they’re shy lil babies. When it comes to conversation, they would rather just listen but that isn’t a bad thing!!! Don’t mistake their silence for disinterest (I’m an introvert myself, so a lot of people think that I get bored of them but in reality I lover hearing others talk about their experiences and listening to what they have to say so I can really empathise with this point of view). They go below Seonghwa and Yunho because they would take even longer to physically show you, but do bare in mind that they listen to every word you say--especially childhood stories ‘cause they find it hella cute.

[dxrksong]

Shattered Glass chapter 4

Y/N meets some familiar faces and spends some time with some old friends

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Morning came and you woke up with a yawn, honestly having a better night of sleep than last time. 

You sat up and paused once you saw the Jims passed out on your floor

Y/N: Jims? What are you doing here?

You got up, kneeling by them and proceeding to shake them awake

Y/M: Jiiiim!

CameraJim: noooo. I don't wanna get up!

Y/N: well too bad, you're in MY room on the floor so get up!

CameraJim moved to yawn before both of the Jims realized what was going on and hopped up onto their feet

MicJim: A-Apologizes MirrorJim!! We ran in here to hide from StaticJim and ended up falling asleep!

Well that explains SOME things

Y/N: wait running from Dark? What did you do?

The Jims looked at each other

CameraJim: Just told StaticJim where Jims found MirrorJim.

Y/N: oh geez…...did they corner you?

CameraJim nodded as MicJim lowered his head

MicJim: sorry MirrorJim, we couldn't stay quiet for long. 

You sighed and smiled slightly

Y/N: it's ok. I suppose they'd find out eventually. 

Doesn't make your life easier though. After your little episode yesterday, you wouldn't be surprised if everyone would start acting strangely around you now.

Y/N: don't suppose you two'd wanna-

A knock on the door interrupted you. The Jims froze as you turned to face the door. 

Y/N: who is it?

Wil: It's just me, can I come in?

Wil said, already opening the door and walking in

Y/N: well I can't say so since you knocke-

Wil: GREAT!!! WE'RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!

Wil said, grabbing you with one arm and the Jims on the other

CameraJim: Oooooo!! An adventure! 

MicJim: where to PinkJim? 

Wil: to the town!! I have some errands to run and I thought who else but my favorite partners in crime to come with?!

You shrugged 

Y/N: better than staying here!

Honestly you'd take any chance to avoid the others at the moment. 

Especially Mark. 

The twins cheered, CameraJim saying something about a real treat before the next thing you knew, Wil had warped you all in front of a diner

Wil: but first, breakfast! I know you three haven't eaten yet and that's a big no no when going on errands! 

You looked up at the place's sign. It looked to be a normal family run diner. The four of you entered the diner, some people giving you and your friends weird looks but no one seemed bothered as you all sat down. 

Wil and MicJim were sitting in front of you as you sat next to CameraJim, his camera still filming even though nothing was happening. 

You looked over the menu and when the waitress cane by you all gave your orders, Wil's of course going overboard. You watched the poor waitress leave before turning back to your friend's. 

Y/N: so what kind of errands are we running? 

Wil: hmm well.

Wilford brought out an old broken pocket watch

Wil: we still got a few hours after this! How about we go on a joy ride in the town?!

You stared a glance with the Jims before the three of you broke out in excited cheering. This answered nothing.

But Might as well right?

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As you and your friends were leaving the diner, the Jims paying for the breakfast shockingly, you couldn't help but ask

Y/N: s-so. About last night…...i-is anyone-

Wil: oh yeah!! You completely missed the announcement!! We're supposed to be getting new ego's today! Oh Mark dropped the bomb on us this time, we almost panicked until Mark said they'd be coming in with their own rooms set up for them! 

You looked at Wil bewilderedly 

Y/N: wonder what that mean?

CameraJim: maybe they're bringing fully furnished rooms with them?

MicJim: or they're going to MAKE their own rooms?

Wil: well whatever it is, at least I'm not on decoration duty again! I was banned from doing so after the first time!! 

That honestly didn't surprise you as you laughed. 

Y/N: alright, since I'm planning on avoiding the manor for a while, why don't we go to the mall?!

CameraJim: THE MALL?!

MicJim: THE MALL?!

CameraJim: we've never been to the mall before!! 

Y/N: gee, I wonder why. 

That came out more sarcastic than you meant it to.

Wil: Dark told us to stay away?

Y/N: sounds about right! Let's go anyway!

CameraJim: won't we get in trouble? 

Y/N: well then, if you're too scared I'll just go by myself-

Wil: BLASPHEMY!! 

you had started walking away from the group when all of a sudden Wil was suddenly beside you, wrapping his arm around you.

Wil: No man gets left behind, even if said man WANTS to be left behind!! 

Jims: YEAH!!!

and that's how you managed to wonder into a mall with two reporters and a mentally unstable man at your side. 

You four actually ended up waiting time until around noon, you buying some things that caught your eye as the Jims distracted themselves with some of the jewelry stores and Wil with asking people random questions.

You were in the food court when things started to go down. You had grabbed a smoothie when you heard shouting down the shopping way and you looked to see Wil was being forced out of the mall by a couple of cops. 

At the same time more shouting broke out as the Jims were being more or less tossed out another store. 

You sighed, guess it's time to leave the mall. Smoothie in one hand, you grabbed both of the Jim's collars with the other before starting to drag them outside the mall as Wil was being forced out not too far behind you three. 

Once outside you spotted a black car waiting outside the doors with a familiar driver. 

Dark….of course. 

Not really questioning it, you and the Jims got in the car, Wil following suit, having warped into the car and leaving the cops confused and shocked before the car sped away. 

The silence along the way home was deafening and the longer you sat in it, the less you liked it. You could handle yelling, screaming even for breaking a rule like this. But the silence…..it was a thousand times worse than any shouting matches. Not even Dark's aura made any noise.

It was as if the silence ate you alive

Someone…..say something 

Someone

SOMEONE

LET ME OUT!!!

Y/N: ……….You're….mad at us...right? 

You're mad at ME right?

Dark looked into the rear view mirror and sighed.

Dark: originally. I would be. But after the disaster last night and the whole "new egos" situation going on right now. I can't say I was surprised to find you didn't show up for breakfast. 

CameraJim: so does that mean Jims are off the hook?

Dark: not entirely…..but yes. Just this once! 

You sighed. That was a small relief off your mind. Dark seemed stressed as hell and the others seemed tense. 

Well except for Wil, who seems to have busied himself with snooping through the things you had gotten while shopping. 

Wil suddenly lifted his head out of the bags, a pair of rose tinted, pink flamingo framed sunglasses in his hands. 

Wil: now where on earth did you find this?! 

He said, putting them on. You rolled your eyes playfully

Y/N: in one of those teenager stores, the one with pretty much everything.

CameraJim: you mean the one we were in?

Y/N: yeah, that one! 

To be truthfully honest you mostly got clothes for yourself, wanting to expand your wardrobe. But you also got some things for most of the ego's, the sunglasses being one of them. 

As you pulled up to the manor, you didn't see anything different like you expected. They just be too busy with decorating the inside. 

Dark: the new ego's will be here around dinner time. And as much as I'd hate asking, I'd like your help with setting things up.

All you did was nod and The first thing you did was head to your room to drop off your stuff before coming back downstairs to try and see what you could do to help. 

At first it seemed everyone was busy and needed no help. Until you spotted Mark. 

Oh of freaking course!

He seemed to be struggling with some of the streamers and you sighed internally as you went over and easily set them up. 

Mark: thanks! Oh! Y/N! I-I-I-

Y/N: before you start acting like nothing had happened I'd like to make a point across. 

You turned to face Mark who suddenly quieted down, nodding in a motion for you to continue. 

Y/N: I don't like you, like at all. In fact I can hardly trust you to do anything without making a disaster out of it. The same could be said for Dark. HOWEVER. 

You turned and looked to see Dark organizing the ego's and helping around the set up, Mark following your gaze

Y/N: unlike a certain somebody that has yet to do so, he had the decency to apologize to my face, weither he meant it or not. 

You looked back to Mark who seemed to catch on what you were saying. 

Mark: y-you're right. I'm so sorry Y/N! Please, believe me when I say I didn't mean to drag you down this rabbit hole along with the rest of us. 

Y/N: doesn't excuse what you did. But, I appreciate the apology. I still don't want to be left alone with you, but it's a start. 

Mark: I'm…….flattered?

Y/N: don't let your head get too big. 

You finished with the streamers and turned to walk away. It's a bit of a shame that you had to spell it out for him. 

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Part 1

[werewolfdays]

Oooooo how about smile?

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

(this one is some pre relationship pining because I couldn’t resist)

I was browsing through a book at the table, trying to look as casual as possible without fully letting my guard down like Jayde had taught me. The diner had a typical bustle that I was used to in a public place, so I cast my gaze over the crowd of customers every couple of minutes in case my eyes spotted something suspicious that my ears couldn’t pick up on. Everything looked clear to me, but that didn’t mean it was clear. Jayde had years of spotting the subtle signs of a threat under her belt. I was still learning, still worried that I would read some poor stranger wrong and go into panic mode too easily for no reason. Or not read into someone enough and make a fatal mistake. 

Jayde trusted my judgement, at least for the handful of minutes she would be gone to secure us a room at the motel across the street from the diner and pitstop. I couldn’t help but think she was testing my skills, throwing me into the deep end to see how I would fare. If that were the case, I certainly didn’t want to let her down, so I remained vigilant and kept a wary gaze on all of the strangers that surrounded me. 

Out of nowhere a man sat across from me at the table with a beaming grin that caused my muscles to tense. He looked to be in his late thirties, surprisingly kind looking face, and a trucker hat that had a vulgar phrase and a pinup girl on it. I sat up straighter and adjusted my glasses, preparing for the possible threat that he could be. 

“You are too pretty to ignore.” He remarked, flashing his teeth, looking me up and down, and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, “Can I buy you a beer?”

I smiled politely and apologetically at the invitation, “Oh, sorry, I’m not really in the mood to drink.” 

“How about a coffee?” The strange man inquired.

I eyed the steaming mug beside my book, “I don’t need another cup yet, but thank you.” 

“That’s cool, I can wait.” He said with a shrug, “You like trucks? I have a brand new Ram fifteen-hundred pickup. Cherry red. Took a lot of hard work to earn her.” 

I pursed my lips. It was very doubtful that this man was the type of threat that Jayde had taught me to keep an eye out for, but I still wasn’t sure about his presence. So I forced another polite smile and nodded. I didn’t know the first thing about trucks, but I could play along if it got him to move on quicker, “That sounds pretty cool.” 

He perked up hopefully, “You think?” 

“Yeah, sure.” I agreed, nodding encouragingly, “I don’t know a lot about trucks, but—”

The stranger cut me off eagerly, “Oh, I can tell you all about them. You have to start with the engine, you see…” 

I resorted to smiling and nodding along as this man went into a rant that I knew I wouldn’t be able to interrupt even if I tried. The good news was he didn’t seem to care or notice that I was barely listening to a single word he was saying, only the fear that he might quiz me after dumping all this information kept me slightly engaged. I took the opportunity that his self absorbed ramblings offered me to glance around the diner again for potential threats. Or potential escape. 

My eyeline tracked around the restaurant until they landed on the entrance in time to see Jayde enter the establishment. Relief washed over me, surely she would give me a proper excuse to get out of this conversation that had me trapped in a corner. Then her gaze landed on me. I watched her brows furrow in a concerned frown at the look on my face, and when she noticed the stranger at the table, I saw her jaw clench and her eyes burn. The intensity of that reaction puzzled me somewhat. Was she simply worried about him being a threat? Or was it something else?

Could she be… jealous?

I forced that ridiculous thought out of my head. When her eyes locked on mine again, I offered a warm smile to calm that murderous look on her face. I watched as Jayde’s expression slowly softened under my gaze until the corners of her mouth actually began to turn up too. Her smile, reluctant at first, but forming into a genuine and beautiful visage, made my cheeks grow hot in a sudden flush. My reaction only made her grin grow more, becoming even playful as I looked down briefly and tucked some hair behind my ear. She was enjoying my blush, I realized. The fluttering in my stomach turned thrilled.

Maybe it really was jealousy…

Just the possibility made my suspicions about Jayde maybe liking me the same way I liked her that much more plausible, and that was enough to make my cheeks flush even hotter while I held her gaze. I took my bottom lip between my teeth in thought at the prospect, but also to see her reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. Jayde’s face turned to the shade that I was feeling on my own, looking me up and down in a way that caused the heat in my cheeks to flare throughout my body. 

The sound of a clearing throat suddenly yanked me out of this trance I was in with Jayde. My head snapped towards the sound, remembering I was in the middle of a conversation. I shook my head at myself and faced the man I had completely forgotten about. “I-I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was talking about the suspension on my truck…” He muttered, searching for whatever had captured my attention so completely. 

By the time he got a bead on Jayde, she was already more than halfway over to us. The stranger tracked Jayde’s movement all the way to our table and she fixed him with a glare that almost scared me, so I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be on the receiving end of it. I noted how the strange man instinctively curled into himself a little. She came right over to me, only taking her eyes off the guy long enough to give me a curious once-over, and I was shocked when she placed a gentle hand on my arm. I was caught even more off guard when the thumb on that hand gave me a tender caress, soothing whatever unease I had. 

“You okay?” She asked me in a calm tone. 

I nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine, Jay.” 

“Anyway,” The man said hesitantly, though some bravado came back as he prepared to continue, “Why don’t I show you my truck? I can take you for a ride.” He gave me a smirk and a wink, wagging his eyebrows at me to make sure I understood his deeper meaning. 

The disturbing mental image that entered my mind made my entire body internally recoil in disgust, but I still kept my voice as pleasant as possible, “No thank you.” 

“Oh, come on.” He urged quietly, glancing at Jayde, then back at me as if to say, You really wanna stay with this one?

“Back off.” Jayde growled so low that I almost didn’t catch what she said. 

My unwanted companion did though. He turned his head to scowl at Jayde and bark a retort, but she threw him such a hard look that it stopped him short. It wasn’t hard to see the wolf in her unwavering glare, in the way her jaw clenched and her lip twitched like she wanted to bare her teeth and snarl at him. Her eyes didn’t need to be glowing for me to understand that the animal under her skin wanted to sink its teeth into this man. And for what? For making me uncomfortable? 

Maybe I should have been more displeased with her actions, but something told me that this man wouldn’t have given up so easily otherwise. I had to suppress a shudder at the thought of what he would have done if I flat out rejected him. No, I was grateful for Jayde’s intervention. Especially when I could still feel her thumb brush against me and the unnatural warmth of her palm seeping through my clothes graced my skin comfortingly.

With the look Jayde was giving him, the man must have decided I wasn’t worth the effort, because he simply swallowed hard and said, “Maybe next time then.” Before getting up and hastily making his way out of the diner. 

I soon found that a part of me wished he hadn’t gone when I felt Jayde’s hand retreat from my arm. Was she really only touching me to protect me? The thought was slightly discouraging. It almost made me want to experiment, to test the hypothesis, but that motive didn’t seem like a good excuse. 

Jayde sat across from me in the seat the stranger had been in and she grimaced for a second, probably at the scent left over from him. “You sure you’re okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?”

My head shook dismissively, “All he did was offer me a drink and ramble on about his truck.” 

Her hand reached out across the table, almost like she was reaching for me, but it suddenly stopped halfway and pivoted to fiddle with the fork and knife wrapped in a napkin, “Good.” 

“You weren’t really worried, were you?” I asked with a small smirk as I focused on the way her fingers removed the strip of paper holding the napkin together to start folding it. 

“Of course I was.” She answered quickly. 

Quickly enough that my eyes snapped up to meet hers. There was an unnamed intensity there in her midnight blue irises, one that told me she would have sent that stranger through the window if he had hurt me in any way. After a moment, Jayde must have realized how intense she was being. She blinked and returned her attention to the piece of paper she had been folding. An awkward silence fell between us, only disturbed by the other customers mingling in the diner, and I struggled to interpret the deeper meaning I had seen in her stare. 

Finally, I mustered the courage to say something, “I appreciate it.” 

To my pleasant surprise, I saw a hint of the smile she had given me a few minutes earlier come across her lips. It was a bit of a reserved expression, as if she was shy about it, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling to witness. 

“I know I shouldn't…” Jayde started slowly while focusing on the paper, it had to be some form of origami, “But I worry about you a lot.” 

“Why?” I asked, nervous that I was being more of a burden than I originally thought. 

It took Jayde a prolonged moment to answer while she pondered her words carefully. Then she opened her mouth and spoke incredibly softly while she continued to fold a little paper creature in her hands, “You’re really important to me.”

My heart rate immediately picked up and my eyes started tracing the shape of her lips as if on instinct. I noticed too late that Jayde had looked back up at me when her smile deepened into a grin, and I glanced away so swiftly that there’s no way she didn’t catch it. There were only a small handful of seconds that I could take before I couldn’t stand not looking at her. Her stare was still firmly locked on mine when I directed my attention back to her. I had to say something with the way she was gazing at me. 

“You’re really important to me too.” I uttered through a deep blush. I felt better when her expression mirrored mine. 

The entire diner disappeared as we stared at each other for what felt like forever, but somehow wasn’t enough at the same time. Then Jayde held up a tiny paper crane that she made, handing it over to me. The tips of our fingers brushed together, causing heat to pool through my hand and up my arm, and I decided to let my touch linger for just a little longer than necessary before I fully accepted the crane. Jayde didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. My spirits were lifted once again. 

I studied the little paper crane. It wasn’t perfectly done, some of its edges were uneven, but I still smiled at it. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“My sister.” Jayde answered with pride, “Skye’s been crazy about origami since we were kids. She’s a lot better at it than I am, but she taught me how to fold a few things.” 

“I like it.” I said before handing it back to her. 

Jayde shook her head, “It’s yours.” 

I laughed. The gift was small and could be considered insignificant, having been made out of a strip of paper meant to hold napkins and utensils together, but my chest flooded with warmth and I pocketed the tiny bird in my jacket pocket where I knew it would be safe. “Thanks, Jay.”

She took a moment to smile at me, then sit up and say, “So, you hungry?”

I nodded, after a long day on the road, some food sounded perfect. “Very much so.”

“I’ll go grab us some menus.” 

I watched her go, feeling like just maybe things would end up the way I hoped they would. 

[peak-dumbass]

*cracks knuckles* Cole, Rumi, Wu, Morro! If I MAY, that is!!!! (AND NO PRESSURE, ONLY DO WHAT YOU WANNA/WHAT YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH!!)

Cole - What is your comfort food? Do you work out? What’s something your parent’s love that you hate? Cake or pie? Dancing or singing?

My comfort is most likely chips, gum, or mints.

No, I’m a lazy weak sticc that is dehydrated, doesn’t eat good, and has iron deficiency, I would lose a fight to little Lloyd before his training with the ninja.

My parents, mostly my mom, loves to watch RomComs (romantic comedies) and I absolutely hate them cuz they are so stupid and all the problems in them could be solved if the characters actually talked things out instead of being complete dumbasses. I feel embarrassed for the characters when they do dumbass sh-t and that’s just the whole movie to I can’t watch it but my mom loves them so we don’t watch a lot of things together.

I’ve only have had pie once and that was years ago so I don’t remember if I like it or not and I don’t like cake. However I do like cupcakes and the cake pops from Starbucks, yes I’m weird, get used to it, welcome to my blog.

Definitely singing, I’m a worse at dancing then Lloyd is at lieing/acting. Though I’m also not good at singing it’s more fun then dancing for me at least.

Harumi - What’s your favorite gemstone? Do you like makeup? How do you respond to being under pressure?

I don’t have a preference on gemstones cuz I just look at any of them and go “oooooo pretty rock 👀” but my birthstone is Sapphire so there’s that :p

I rarely wear makeup, as in I’ve only wore makeup twice and even then it was only lipstick that matched my normal lip color so you couldn’t even notice

I cry, I’m crybaby and I’m ok with admitting that I cry easily, especially when people shout at me I just start crying immediately whether I like it or not. Once I was under pressure to finish this math test and I had no clue how to answer any of the questions and I cried on the extra paper that you’re supposed to put your work on and somehow no one noticed.

Wu - Who’s someone who has been a mentor figure to you? If you were to teach a subject in school, what would it be? Do you like tea, and if so, what kind?

My mentor figure has to be my parents cuz they are very good people and I don’t know where I would be without them.

I would most likely teach Computer Class, specifically how to use PhotoShop cuz I had a class about that last semester and it was interesting, I was almost always one of the first people to finish and other kids that were behind on the assignments would ask me to help them.

I’ve never had tea before so idk, sorry.

Morro - Do you have your hair dyed? are there any grudges you’ve held for a long time?

I’ve tried to once but my hair was too dark for it to show up, also it was cheap and store bought and it was done in the bathroom and not by a professional so that’s also probably why it didn’t work but idk sh-t about hair so don’t take my word for it.

One grudge I held on to for awhile was with this kid named Emily, she’s ok with me now but before I didn’t like her at all.

🎉STORYTIME🎉

So this was in 5th grade and I was cleaning the room before we had to go to lunch cuz no one else was and saw this box of sharpies on the floor and said to myself “who left this box of sharpies on the floor?” And Emily replied “it wasn’t me” and continued to talk to me even though I wasn’t interested. I said “I wasn’t talking to you” but she kept on talking and her friend Isabella starts talking too and was standing there with my broom not wanting to be there. And keep in mind that the class room was already pretty loud with 5th grade toddlers talking about sh-t. So apparently 5th grade Ally was having a bad day and didn’t have the patience to deal with these extroverts while being an introvert so she shouted “SHUT UP!!!” And the entire room went quiet. This was extra shocking for the kids cuz at this time I was known as the quiet kid (this was before I went to my new school and at the time I had not-so-good friends). This got me lunch detention and that, in my opinion, is way worse then normal detention. Lunch detention is when you eat lunch with the kindergartners/1st graders (we had lunch at the same time in the gym) and I hated it so much that I stayed in the bathroom for the whole lunch and had to do it again the next day.

This is sort of the layout for lunchtime in the gym

All in all that’s how I ended up eating crappy school lunch with kindergarteners/1st graders while crying :’D

This one is long as hecc Jesus sorry for making you have to read all of this

[thepinkwriterr]

Loner // IT 2017 Chapter Fourteen

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You

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Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think it's strange you never knew

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Tuesday

April Fifth, 1993

I got up that morning, throwing on one of Bill’s sweaters and some shorts. The weekend was so hectic, I was actually looking forward to school. At this point, school would be more tame than home.

Kali and James were still fucking. I heard them downstairs on Monday night, watching a movie. I ignored them as I went about my morning routine. I still hadn’t talked to either of them.

The three day weekend lasted too long. I couldn’t wait to get back to school and passive-aggressively rub it in Casey’s face that I had Bill.

There was a beep from outside and I ran out the door, and into Bill’s car. “Morning babe.” I smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

“Morning.” He kissed back. As he drove down my street, I turned on the radio. I gave him one of my favorite cassette tapes. It was the mix tape Kali had borrowed that James had made. Neither of us could make mix tapes.

“I’m half the man I used to be…” I sang along to the music. “Half the man…” Bill hummed. “Feelin’ uninspired, think I’ll start a fire. Everybody run, Bobby’s got a gun.” I sang again.

“Think you’re company, than she tells me I’m a creep.” Bill chimed. “Friends don’t mean a thing, guess I’ll leave it up to me.” That was me.

He pulled into a parking space, turning the car off. We walked in, hand in hand. It was second nature to us now, we had no second thoughts on the PDA.

“Oooooo, look at the newly weds!” Ben laughed as we walked over. “Duh dum dum dum duh dum duh dum!” Bev sang.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Where’s everyone else?” I asked. “Richie drives Eddie and Stan to school. The ole blue baby is a taxi.” Beverly patted her hand against Ben’s shoulder.

I laughed again. “Why are you so smiley?” Beverly poked at my ribs. I giggled,”I’m just so happy!” I grabbed Bill’s hand.

“Uck! Get a room.” I heard a familiar voice grumble behind me. “Don’t be so rude, Richie!” Eddie whisper shouted. “Richie Tozier, always a pleasure.” I smiled at him. He rolled his eyes.

“Hey, uh, thanks for…what you did Friday.” Eddie leaned over, whispering to me. “No problem.” I whispered back.

“Why so secretive Danielle?” Richie asked wryly,”Does someone have a wittle cwush on Eddie bear?” He asked in a baby voice, his bottom lip protruding his top. I felt Bill’s grip on my hand tighten at Richie’s joke.

I rolled my eyes,”You’re such an ass.” Richie opened his mouth to rebuttal, but the school bell rang, interrupting him. “Saved by the bell…” I heard Eddie mumble under his breath. I laughed, whatta dork.

I went through the day, smiling. And at lunch time, I actually had people to sit with! That’s right, not just Kali, put a whole bunch of people!

Richie sat across from me, on the middle. Eddie sat next to him on the end, Stan seated next to Richie. I was in the middle, Bill to my left, Bev to my right. Ben ate with his popular friends.

Apparently, they didn’t mind this. Beverly was pretty popular, and so were Bill and I. Eddie, Stan, and Richie were all the “losers” of the group. But, how I looked at is, we were all losers.

Eddie’s mother was overbearing, so he never went out. And when he did, it was only with us. Stan is a Jew, who is very nervous and shy.

Richie is a grungy stoner who’s parents don’t care about him. Bill writes the school paper and wear sweaters. Of course people think they’re losers. I don’t think they’re uncool. They’re pretty fun.

When lunch was over I went to the library for study hall. I sat at my usual seat, pulling out Lolita. I looked over the cover, the memory of Kali and I rushing my mind.

“Uck, that is just disgusting! How could you write this filth?” Kali scowled, leaning back on the sofa. I shrugged,”I can see the beauty in it. At least he loved her.” She scowled animatedly at me. We both laughed, turning back to the movie.

“Y’know who I would love to be Lolita to?” Kali asked, turning toward me,”My brother?” She scoffed,”No, listen! I would love to fall in love with Brad Pitt! He is so dreamy!” Kali smiled, clasping her hands over her heart. I rolled my eyes,”You’re such a superficial bitch.” “You know it.” She smirked. “If I were to fall in love with a man…it would have to be for his heart and nothing else.”

God, I missed our movie nights. I missed laughing for hours over stupid things we said while talking. I miss our serious talks. I even miss that one time we got caught smoking pot and cried while talking to our parents.

But this is her fault. She’s the one who started it. But, maybe- “Hey girlie.” Beverly interrupted my thoughts. I realized I had been staring at the front cover of my book for about five minutes.  

“Why ya staring at your book?” Bev asked, brows furrowed.

Kali’s POV

I sat up in James’s bed, dread consuming me. I miss Danielle so much. When Friday night rolled around and I didn’t get to watch movies with her in our pj’s, I felt like a piece of me was missing.

And she was. She was a huge piece of me. Without Danielle, there would be no Kali. And I know without Kali there would be no Danielle.

But when I see her, she looks like she’s thriving without me. She’s so happy. Meanwhile, I’m falling apart. I just can’t seem to be happy.

I looked down at Jame’s sleeping, peaceful face. I wonder if he knows how I feel. I doubt it.

When I woke up in the morning James was making breakfast. As I stood up I realized the only clean clothes I had here were some shorts. I felt panic rush my veins. What was I going to wear?

I scurried into the kitchen in just a sheet,”Can I borrow some of your clothes?” “Of course.” He chuckled. “Thanks.” I quickly stepped back to his room.

I pulled a white t-shirt out of the back of his closet and his flannel from the floor. This’ll have to do for now. God, I look like a dirt ball.

Sat at the kitchen table, eating my pancakes slowly. “Y’know,” I spoke through my mouth-full of pancake,”I can breakfast one of these days.”

James chuckled as he sat across from me,”Alright. Tomorrow you can make breakfast. A special treat for my last day here.”

I choked on my pancake, throwing a coughing fit. “You’re leaving tomorrow?” I exclaimed after I controlled myself.

He nodded. “I would’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t want you to be upset.” “Well, we’ve gotta go for a date tonight!” “I was planning it, Doll face.” He smirked.

Parking in my usual in my usual space, I turned the car off. I covered my eyes with my hands, taking a deep breath in. I exhaled slowly, trying to prepare myself for the day.

I grabbed my bag, then exited the car. I heard my ankle boots click against the road, producing a sound I normally loved. But the enjoyment of the sound was cut short.

Danielle and Bill walked ahead of me, hands clasped. I sighed, pulling my walkman and headphones from my bag. I popped in the mixtape James made me. Yellow Ledbetterchimed through the headphones, filling my head with bliss.

“On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah. And they called and I said that I'll go. And I said that I'll call out again. And the reason I ought ta leave her calm, I know. I said, "I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag”.” Eddie Vedder crooned as I walked past Danielle and her friends.

She looked truly happy. Far Behind started as I walked into the bathroom. I sat down against the wall. I stayed there until the bell rang.

Most would say eating with you teacher is lame, but eating with my English teacher, Mr. Helms, was quite enjoyable.

It was quiet in there, and I got to read a book I always wanted to. After lunch was Math.

After Math class was history. The teacher, Mr. Zigler, was explaining our projects toward the end of class. One of the students raised their hands. Well, that’s new.

“Yes?” He asked, pointing to her. “Will we be able to work in groups?” He smiled,”I just about to say that. Uh, yes, partners, actually.” Everyone cheered, turning toward their designated ‘best friend’.

“But, I get to choose who you work with.” He smiled. Everyone stopped, then groaned. “Oh stop! It is not that bad.” He joked. He grabbed his roster, reading off each persons fait.

“-Stan Uris and Casey-“ Well, that sucks. “-Kali Tozier and Beverly-“ You’ve gotta be fucking with me. First this Danielle thing, now this? What’s gonna happen next? Is James actually gay? Am I gonna catch him fucking Eddie Kaspbrak in his living room? Is my mom gonna tell me she’s been cheating on dad? Am I gonna shut my hair in my car door?

I looked over at Beverly, who had a sour look on her face. I’m not so happy about it either, Buttercup… The bell then rang, interrupting my pouting.

My last period of the day was study hall. Where I was headed to now, coincidencedently.

The metallic cover of the Walkman shone against the overhead lights as I pulled it from my bag. I secured the headphones over my ears, hitting play on the walkman.

Fade Into You floated from tape to the machine, through the headphone wires, into the speakers, through my ears and into my brain. As I made my way down the laminated hallway, I really payed attention to the lyrics of Mazzy Star.

I want to hold the hand inside you

I want to take a breath that's true

I look to you and I see nothing

I look to you to see the truth

You live your life

You go in shadows

You'll come apart and you'll go blind

Some kind of light into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

As I sat in the back of the library, I felt tears brim in my eyes. Danielle’s absence mixed with the beautiful lyrics were enough to cause the tears. I felt a hot drop on my cheek, gliding down my warm skin.

I stood, gathering my things into my bag. Even the headphones and the walkman. I waited until the bell rang a few minutes later, then left the building. I drove to the nearest record store. I pulled into a space, ripping the key from the ignition.

I got out, storming up to the door of the store. I opened the door, hearing a bell ring upon the door opening. I beelined for the cashier, prepared to ask about where to find Fade Into You.

As I reached the counter, I was faced with Beverly Marsh. The words of my History teacher rang though my mind as I stood at the counter.

She smirked,”What can I help you with?” I sighed shortly,”Do you have any Mazzy Star tapes?” She nodded, lifting up a piece of the counter to walk through the store.

“So, tapes, huh?” “Yup.” “I never liked CD’s much either. Tapes look cooler.” I laughed,”I know right.” Wait! Did I…just agree and laughwith Beverly Marsh? I baffle myself each and everyday.

“I-uh-I guess we gotta work together in history, huh?” “Yeah,” I sighed again,”That’sgonna suck.” I shrugged. “Maybe not.” She turned and walked back to the counter.

I furrowed my brows at her statement, but brushed it off. God, I can’t stand her. I plucked the tape from the rack, then went to the counter.

“Have a nice night.” Beverly waved. “Mhm.” I hummed as I walked out the door.

[amateurd18]

Hii Ami!! Secret Santa here!! Hope your Thursday is going well!! It’s okay, I understand!! Life gets in the way a lot of the time!! At least we’re one day away from Friday!! My week has gone pretty well so far!! I head off to PR in a week for Christmas so the week is dragging a little until then!!

I wanna say yes?! I know their tv show kicked off in ~2010-ish. All I really know is that 1d did open for them I believe at NYC in 2012!! Don’t fact-check me on that lol. And I remember it being a meme where half the crowd left after the boys performed cause they were only there for 1d lol. Either way, I love and appreciate both groups!!

Oooooo, that sounds like an exciting time of the year!! I love hearing about different traditions and celebrations from different cultures!! Shows that we’re not all very different after all in terms of how we choose to celebrate the seasons!!

Favorite place I have visited? The only time I’ve ever left North America was to study abroad in Italy, so I would probably say the time I spent in Florence and learning to adapt the their cultural/way of living!! It was very much a culture shock and it was stressful at times, but I’d did thoroughly enjoy myself and would love to go back!! That kinda goes hand in hand with being a tourist as well!! I can’t really pick one place in particular, but I remember visiting many museums and being able to see pieces of artwork that you either talk about in class or the really famous ones that you have to google just to even know what it looks like and seeing it up close!! It’s a surreal experience I have to say lol.

Vanilla is always a safe bet!! Hopefully next year someone will tour in your area so you may enjoy a good concert!! Everyone deserves to experience at least one concert a year!! It’s such a therapeutic experience!! Manifesting that for you, hun!! ✨

I understand you wholeheartedly about just turning on the tv and letting play what’s already there!! Sometimes it’s hard to sit down and have to pick what you’re gonna watch, especially when you don’t know what you’re in the mood for!! Mindlessly watching whatever is on in the moment is how you find what you like to watch!!

Speed Round Questions!! If you can live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Do you have a favorite flower? What’s your favorite type of dessert? If not, what’s your favorite type of savory snack!? Do you have a collection of any kind? For a while, I collected owl figurines cause they’re my favorite animal, and so they would be on display in my living room every now and again!! 🎄✨

Helloo! My Thursday was fab, it was a friend's birthday and we all went out to eat some amazing Mexican food. And margaritas. Because you can't do Mexican food without margaritas.

Italy is on my - long long long list- of places i want to visit, it sounds super amazing.

Speed round questions: I've only ever lived in two cities - Mumbai where I grew up and Madrid where I'm currently studying - so I'm not sure which other ones. It'd definitely have to be a big city, i don't think I'd survive the small town life. The tiny kid in me that grew up reading too many books from the UK does want to live in London, though i need to figure how to make that happen. ✨ manifesting✨

I love flowers, though i can't keep a plant alive for shit so it's just special occasions where i go and get some. Anything that's bright is a win.

My sweet tooth is massive, so sweets of all kinds are 💜. Comfort sweets would be brownies and muffins, but you could put any sweet dish in front of me and i would try it at the very least.

I love that you have an owl collection! That's such an interesting one. (do you mind sharing a pic? I won't post. Or if you wanna dm after we've introduced ourselves properly. No pressure). I don't have a collection, but another of my - now that I'm thinking about it ridiculously expensive- kid dreams is to own and be able to display lots of Lego. Does that count as wanting a collection? I dunno. Anyway.

Speed round questions for you: movies/tv shows? Movies/books? Spring/summer/autumn/winter? Beaches /mountains? City/countryside?

[theblueskyphoenix]

Flipside: An Unusual Friend

William always looked forward to when his father came from book trades. It meant new material he could dive into and enjoy. Something to help pass the time whenever he had an asthma episode or something he could do while Jack was busy with schoolwork and couldn’t play with him.

I wonder if he got some magic trick books this time.

William was bouncing on the balls of his feet as his father came in through the front door, a huge amount of books in his arms and hand bag.

“Welcome home, Father!” William said, hugging his father’s leg. “Did you have a fun time at the trade?”

Milo smiled down at his son. He would’ve patted his head like he usually did if it weren’t for the amount books that were currently in his hands.

“Sure did. Got some rare ones this time, including some with Celtic legends.”

William’s eyes lit up at this.

“Something we can read together before bed?”

“I’ll have to double check the contents but I most certainly have some that qualify.”

“Yay!”

Milo chuckled before heading into his study, William following close behind. He set the books down by his desk, sighing in relief.

“Got a lot more than I was expecting.” He smiled. “Worth it though.”

He looked to his son, seeing his bright green eyes full of wonder.

“You can have one book while I get these all organized.” Milo ruffled his hair. “Till I do they will be off limits.”

“Okay!” William grinned, looking through the books.

He looked through at each one carefully. All seemed interesting. He wasn’t sure if he could just settle for one but he knew no matter of sad faces would change his father’s mind. His eyes were soon caught by one that didn’t have a title at all written anywhere on the spine or the cover.

The book was grey in color with black binding and on the front, was a big red “M” and… that was it. William picked it up, noting it looked a little on the older side.

“What’s this one, Father?” He asked, holding it up for Milo to see.

Milo looked at it, putting a hand to his chin.

“Oh yeah, funny story with that one. The person who gave it to me said they found it randomly in their shop one day. They weren’t really sure what to do it with it and wanted to get rid of it since it was taking up space so they gave it to me for free. Didn’t say what the contents were though.”

“Maybe I could look through it? If it’s anything bad I’ll just shut it right away.”

Milo hummed in thought before taking the book for a moment. He flipped through it quickly, seeing images of creatures that seemed other worldly.

Must be one of those fact books on fantasy creatures that are really gaining traction these days.

He closed it handing it back to William, seeing no harm.

“Let me know what you find.” Milo smiled.

“Okay!” William grinned before running off to his room.

He plopped down on his bed, holding his toy rabbit close to him.

“Okay, Judy. Let’s see what this book has.”

He made the toy nod its head before opening the book.

Inside… William wasn’t sure what to make of it. There was not a lick of English in the book. Some weird scrawl like markings of another language he had never seen before in his life. He kept flipping through, trying to see if there was any. He could see pictures of creatures but he had no idea what they were.

They look really creepy… Especially those completely blacked out ones. They look like they’re gonna jump out at any second.

He decided to flip to the beginning of the book, hoping for some kind of title page. What he found looked like a list of names under one big one that was in English.

“Maxwell…?” He said out loud. “Who’s Maxwell?”

Is that what the “M” on the book stands for?

“The traitor. That’s who he is.”

William jumped, looking up from his book, noticing the room had gone dark. His eyes widened in alarm at the creatures that were now hanging around the walls, looking at him with hungry glares. They looked exactly like the blacked out creatures in the book.

“T-Traitor?” William gulped, backing up as much as possible. “W-What do you mean?”

One of the creatures sneered.

“He dared to disobey commands. All because he was growing soft for… Bleck! A human and his family! We thought we got it all out of him the day we killed his brother but no…”

William was trembling.

“I-I don’t understand…”

This is gotta be a dream. Gotta be a dream. Or… a… a nightmare…

The creatures all grinned at him, laughing, amused at his fear.

“We don’t expect you to understand, child. We’re just here because we can be… and you also have that book… So… No apologies for what we’re about to do.”

They all lunged for William, the boy covering himself, letting out a shriek.

“FATHER!!”

A loud choruses of shrieks were heard before everything went silent. William was shaking, not wanting to look. He was expecting pain but it never came. He waited another moment before looking up, eyes widening in shock.

In front of him was a new creature. It was humanoid in appearance but it was no human, that was for sure. It was black all over, had claw like feet and hands and a tail. Its hair had a flow to it as well, like a flame. It was tall too, probably as tall as Milo if not taller. The only articles of clothing it seemed to have was a crown and a long flowing grey cloak.

William swallowed hard as the creature looked to him with its glowing white and grey eyes. He whimpered, backing away.

“D-Don’t hurt me…”

The creature frowned at this, kneeling to his level.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” it said, giving as gentle of a look as it could. “Would seem wrong to hurt you after saving you from those nightmare monsters.”

William gave a surprised look.

“You… You stopped them?”

“Yes. Wouldn’t be right for them to hurt an innocent child like yourself.” The creature reached a claw hand forward. “I promise, I’m not here to cause you any harm.”

William hestated before placing his hand in the creature’s.

“T-Thank you I guess… Who are you?”

The creature gave a small bow.

“Maxwell. The traitor those monsters mentioned.”

William’s eyes got wide.

“Are you the same Maxwell of this book?” He asked.

“I am.” He frowned. “I’m sorry they wanted to hurt you for finding the book. I really didn't mean for that to happen. Though… I have to thank you for opening it. I never thought I was going to get out of there.”

“You… were stuck in here?” William held up the book.

“Yes… Some traitor sealed me in there when they usurped me from the throne.” Maxwell hissed a bit. “He had an idea that he could make a better king than me.”

William’s eyes filled with wonder.

“You’re a king?”

“Was…” Maxwell sighed, sitting down. “Sadly, that title no longer belongs to me. It belongs to someone else.” He lowered his head. “Not sure if it’s the same person who overthrew me but… who ever they are I don’t envy them. Being king isn’t exactly really being king.”

“How do you mean?”

Maxwell looked at William carefully. He shook his head, patting William’s head.

“That is something I don’t think I could bear to tell someone as young as you. To be honest without giving details, you’re more of a slave rather than a ruler.”

“Oh…” William frowned. “That sounds awful.”

“It is…” Maxwell sighed. “Not sure what I’ll do now… Doubt I can go home. I won’t be welcomed there, as evidenced by the nightmare monsters and I’m sure my people would also not be happy to me either…”

“So you have nowhere to go?”

“Not really… and I am bound to the book. Can’t go too far from it. It’s a ball and chain for me…” Maxwell ran a hand through his flame like hair. “I guess… I'll just spend the rest of my days in it.”

William hummed in thought before speaking up.

“What if you didn’t have to?”

“Hm?”

William gave an innocent look.

“You seem really nice… Maybe… you could stay with us.”

Maxwell was taken aback by this.

“Pardon?”

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it would be fun to have another person around. My father, mother and brother are busy a lot and those nightmare creatures might come back. I think I’d feel better if you were here. So… if you want.”

Maxwell thought it over.

He has a point. The nightmare monsters are not known to give up after one attack… and…

He looked at William, warmth and nostalgia coming over him at the innocence he could see in the boy’s eyes.

He has the same kind of look in his eyes Lux always had…

Maxwell thought about it for another moment before extending a hand.

“I probably won’t make myself known to your other family members but… I wouldn’t mind acting as a guard for you against the nightmare monsters. And… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a new home… so… under your terms and my own, I shall remain here. Do we have a deal?”

William nodded, taking his hand, giving a shake.

“We sure do Mr. Maxwell! Oh! Before I forget, my name is William. William Carter!”

“William eh? Nice name.” Maxwell chuckled, making himself comfortable on the bed, his tail swishing in amusement. “So… what would you like to do first?”

William hummed in thought.

“Hm… You ever go digging for crystals?”

“Digging… for crystals?”

“Ahuh! It’s really fun! Oh! And we can swipe some of Mother’s snacks before we do. She made some really yummy cookies!”

“I… guess we could do that.”

“Yay! Come on then!” He picked up the book. “I mean, might wanna make yourself invisible or something but follow me!”

William hurried down the hall, Maxwell following after him, making himself invisible to others. He wasn’t really sure what to make of this new situation but… maybe it wouldn’t be all bad.

I don’t have to serve anyone anymore save this little boy but… he’s not going to torture me like They did… and… I can’t let Them get him either…

Maxwell smiled to himself, nodding.

I’ll do just that then… To make up for all I did.

oooooo

So I decided I wanted to throw my hat into the ring with writing snippets and well here we are. I don’t plan on doing an epic with Flipside but snippets sounded like a whole lot of fun as a means of telling some parts of this AU. So, to kick it off, the meeting of Maxwell and a very very young William Carter. Quite different from how they met in the canon eh?

Maxwell, protect this boy with your life. He is too pure and needs to be protected at all costs. Capiche?

See ya next time~

[pacman-tattoo]

finally [michael m. x canigula!reader]

( I just had the most embarrassing experience... So I thought it would be perfect if I requested it as a Michael x reader. So the reader has a crush on Michael and gives him hints. When they are alone. The reader tries to kisses his cheek and does it wrong and is completely embarrassed. Michael then tries to help her by kissing her on the lips. So just make it awkward at the failed kissing the cheek part and then super fluffy at the end. Sorry I just... I need to relive this in my musical world... )

(honestly still big mood like i feel u nonny)

also combined with:

( Oooooo what abt Christine and Reader are siblings and Christine tries to set up Michael and reader??? O: )

also whats this?? tris actually posts a thing??? it’s more likely than u think

warnings: none except its not the best but its not the worst thing i’ve ever written

      Christine wasn’t one to meddle in your business - especially when said business was your love life. It wasn’t her place to sit around and talk about cute people that she could secretly set you up with or anything of the sort. But when it became devastatingly obvious neither you or a certain headphones-wearing boy weren’t going to make the first move despite the obvious feelings that were fluttering between you, she decided to take matters into her own hands only slightly.

      And by slightly, she meant she was going to push you two together the best she could and pray that maybe one of you would actually realize there’s something there.

      So when the opportunity arose of you needing someone to tutor you in math, Christine told you she had just the person since she was too busy with rehearsal for the school’s musical. You were glad - you really needed a tutor and you really did trust Christine if she had someone immediately come to mind. After all, she had plenty of friends there would definitely be a couple who were good at precalculus-

      And Michael Mell was standing at your front door. When Christine said she had a friend, you didn’t expect it to be Michael of all people.

      He smiled at you and you swore you felt your cheeks become warm - he’s so cute, this isn’t fair. “Hey, [y/n]! Christine said you needed help with precal?”

      You nodded slowly, before mutely stepping out of the doorway for him to come in. He brushed past you as he did and you swore your heart skipped a beat. You shut the door before turning to Michael,  “I just... it’s kind of dumb and I don’t wanna fail the next test but I just... can’t wrap my head around any of this.”

     “No problem,” Michael said, sliding his backpack off of his shoulder, “Jeremy’s terrible at math, so I’m kinda used to tutoring him.”

      You smiled a little. “We can work in the dining room,” you said, motioning to the open doorway, “just lemme grab my notes ‘n stuff.”

      He didn’t have a chance to respond because you were upstairs and texting Christine the moment you were sure you were out of sight.

      [y/n]: when u said u had a tutor for me

      [y/n]: i didnt know u meant michael 

      christine: ? 

      [y/n]: omg christine please

      [y/n]: CHRISTINE PLEAS E

      christine: Can’t talk, at play rehearsal

      [y/n]: gdi

      You frowned as you swung into your room, grabbing your bag from the floor and tossing it onto your bed. You unzipped your bag quickly, searching for the blue binder that held all of your precal notes and worksheets - some of which you might have left undone - before returning downstairs to where Michael was now sitting, back facing you. Alright. You would be fine. It’s just Michael. Just Michael. Michael who you’ve had a crush on since freshman year and Michael who would smile at you in the hallway and told you that you looked cute and probably wasn’t even into you because he probably liked someone else who wasn’t awkward or-

      You pressed your lips together. Precal. Math. Grades. Right.

      Michael came by the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that - partially because you were caught up in the fact that he’d chew at the end of his pen when he was concentrating sometimes and you’d kind of start staring at his lips because wow he has pretty lips and he’s just really pretty, is that weird? Are boys allowed to be pretty - what kind of a question even is that? Definitely. Michael was fucking gorgeous. 

      And then he’d ask you a question. And you had to look down at the paper and admit you didn’t know or just kind of acknowledge that he asked something and one time he asked if you understood everything and you only said sure before he smiled and packed up his stuff and left and you didn’t know shit. So Christine would come into your room and ask how studying with Michael went with this little tone of voice as if maybe you two had been up to something else instead of studying - which, was silly because that’d never happen because Michael’s not into you - and then she saw you were stressed and confused over math. Fuck math. Math is terrible sometimes.

      So then the doorbell rang and you’d be there and you knew it was Michael because he had this habit of knocking anyway, steady in a one-two beat. He’d walk in, you’d offer him something - a snack, maybe a can of whatever soda you had tucked away in some corner of the fridge - and then the two of you would sit and work on math until one or both of you got tired. It was usually laid-back and the two of you would crack jokes and sometimes his hand would brush against your own and it was small but it still grabbed your attention. 

      Then you had a precal test on Wednesday. Your nerves were bundled and you shoved your feelings aside the next time you saw Michael. You tried to ignore the little glances he kept giving you, until finally his hand was on yours. You looked away from your notes, meeting his eyes for the first time that evening.

     “You alright?”

      You nodded. “Just... nervous. About the test.”

     “Don’t be. You’re smart,” he smiled a little.

     “I just... I don’t want to fail. Not after all this studying.”

     “You won’t.”

      You frowned, before speaking again, “I just... I dunno. I don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

      Michael didn’t speak at first, only staring at you. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, “well... you’d try, right?” You nodded slowly. “So... you wouldn’t disappoint me.” He quickly followed up his statement, “-or Christine, or Jeremy or anyone. We’d be proud.”

      You smiled at him. “Thanks, Michael. You’re sweet.”

      Your test went about as well as you’d expect it. You finished and immediately regretting it and already started to make up plans for how you’d live your life after becoming a failure. The usual with tests, even if you knew everything on it because that felt too easy? It couldn’t have been that easy, right?

      But you saw Michael in the hallway and he broke away from Jeremy and Christine to greet you.

      “How’d you do?”

      You shrugged. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

      He smiled. “Alright. Hey, uh,” he glanced back to Christine and Jeremy, “you wanna grab lunch with us? Take your mind off the test.”

      You nodded. What a sweetheart.

      Wait.

      A sweet friend.

      That’s what you meant.

      Totally.

      Michael is your friend because Michael doesn’t have feelings for you even though you would definitely be fine if he had feelings for you but he doesn’t because he’s Michael.

      No matter what Christine implies.

      “Did you enjoy lunch with Michael?”

      You looked over to Christine, who had her eyes pinned to the road, and a smile peeking through the little mask she put on whenever she talked about Michael. “You say that like you and Jeremy weren’t there.”

      “We-ll...” She drew out the word.

      “Christine.”

      “You two talked a lot.”

      “Christine.”

      “I mean, Jeremy and I kiinda sat there.”

      “Michael doesn’t like me like that.”

      Christine only smiled. “Everyone’s coming over for movie night on Friday.”

      You looked out at the passing houses, leaning against the door. “Your turn?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Alright. I’ll lock myself in my room or something.”

      “You could join us, if you want,” she said, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, “no one would mind.”

      “They’re your friends,” you shrugged.

      “Michael’s your friend. And Jeremy.”

      You only shrugged again. “Maybe.”

      The sound of a paper being slapped onto your desk brought you out of a daydream you managed to escape to. You looked up, your teacher already desks away as you looked down to the sheet, slowly turning it over.

      An eighty-seven. You made an eighty-seven, holy fuck that was better than what you expected. You’d thank Michael. You had to thank him, especially considering he was sweet and reminded you that you did your best.

      So when you saw him after school, you took off running toward him, calling out his name as you approached him. You threw your arms around him, not giving him a chance to process what was happening as you roughly pressed your lips again his cheek - a little too hard and a little too fast and -fuck he probably hated you but you brushed it off as you bounced back.

      “Eighty-seven!” You cheered, grinning from ear to ear. he stared at you, before smiling and realizing just what you’d been talking about before he pulled you back into his arms.

      “Dude! That’s amazing!”

      You drew away after a few moments. “Sorry.” He stared at you. “The uh... cheek. Sorry, that probably hurt you or something, fuck, I just- I’m not really good at kissing boys - or people in general or-”

      He was laughing. It was small and short and soft but it was still a laugh

      “I’d like to see you do better, Michael,” you frowned, looking away.

      He chuckled this time. “I... could help you.”

      You looked up and you were positive your face was burning. “What?”

      His lips were quick and soft against your own, and before you knew it he was already steps away and apologizing because wow he kinda had been wanting to do that for a while-

      “It’s fine,” you said softly, “I... kinda wanted that, honestly-" You decided to go for it. Now or never. “I’ve... kinda liked you for a while.”

      “Really?” he said, voice breaking a little as he smiled, “I, uh... think you’re cute.”

      You only smiled in return, unsure of what to say other than

      "Finally. Thought you two would never admit it to each other.”

      “Jeremy? You knew?” Michael said, as his friend approached.

      “It was pretty obvious.”

      “What?”

      “... We all kind of knew?”

      “Oh my god.”

[ernstin]

Stackin’ Stickers: Snowboard Agents

As published in King Snow - 11.2 - October 1st, 2019

This article’s first priority is to try and explain the world of snowboard sponsorship and the agent’s role within it. This will be done by exploring what an agent is, who needs an agent, and how agents might be changing snowboarding. I’ll also discuss the wealth gap between top-tier pros and the average sponsored snowboarder, and how professional snowboard sponsorship has changed over the years. In order to understand all of this, I first approached Superheroes Management, i.e., an agency, interviewing Jaimeson Keegan. Jaimeson is the owner of Superheroes and former head of sports, entertainment, and marketing for Red Bull. Jamieson is currently the agent for Devun Walsh, Darcy Sharpe, Mikey Rencz, Seb Toots, Maria Thompson, Tyler Nicholson, Mons Røisland, Zoi Sadowski Synnott, and many others. We also chatted with Jake Kuzyk, who has had a great career despite never having an agent represent him.

What is an agent?

An agent is someone who speaks on your behalf. They’ll go out and get you those sponsors you don't have, or they’ll maximise the support you’re currently getting. An agent sets up contracts, keep you informed, and talks business with the business people. They cross the T’s and dot the I’s. But not only that, an agent will act as the middle person between you and your sponsors. They will negotiate money and travel budgets for you. They will make sure that you are being compensated fairly, and that your interests are being heard. In return, however, an agent takes a cut, maybe 10% or 15%, whatever was negotiated before the agent started working for you. That percent keeps the agent working for you. His or her salary is dependent on yours. And, in the best situations, it’s a symbiotic relationship where both parties are benefiting. 

Having an agent seems like a pretty awesome thing. The general consensus is that having an agent helps you focus on snowboarding, and not business. When talking with Mikey Rencz he said, “I was getting to a point where the business side was getting overwhelming and I was kinda young, and didn’t wanna deal with it.” Seb and Darcy said something similar. 

Darcy said, “I could focus on snowboarding and being myself and not jammin up any creativity I got going on.” And Mr. Toutant said, “I think it is really important because at some point you are focusing on your snowboarding and people wanna sign you up, and you dont wanna get to stressed out by all that bullshit. You wanna focus on your riding.”

Having an agent allows you to narrow your focus and not get lost in the numbers and the search for sponsors. An agent can also help you determine your monetary value, as Devun Walsh said, in a very earnest way, “sometimes I feel like you don't know your full worth, so it’s better to have someone else tell the company what you’re worth.” Asking for money is hard, especially when it’s for doing something as fun as snowboarding. It’s weird to think that slapping some petex to your feet and burning down a hill can be profitable. When thinking about this, Darcy said he thought getting an agent was great because he never really knew how to say, “hey, I’m worth money in snowboarding. That was a ridiculous idea to me as a kid.” 

Apart from this, an agent is someone who can also translate your value to sponsors. Mikey gave me an example where he said, “Imagine if someone approached me for a commercial or something, and said we’re gunna give you $5000 for the day.” That sounds like a great deal, right? And Mikey would have accepted it too. But, Rencz explained that that’s where Jaimeson steps in, “Jamison would then ask ‘what’s it for?’ and ‘what’s the reach?’ and after that he’d be like, no you’re gunna give him $20,000 for the day.” That’s a huge boost in salary, all because someone knew what the ask was worth. The price a rider is willing to do something for isn’t always the right price. An agent can bridge the gap between rider and businesses making sure the rider does not get taken advantage of, or, isn't mistakenly undervalued. During our interview, Jaimeson disclosed that the first goal that is set after signing with Superheroes agency is to get that rider 100k a year in sponsorship dollars, “a living wage,” as he put it.

However, there is also Jake Kuzyk, an all-star rail rider, who has never had an agent in his corner, which, given what I just said, you might think is kinda nuts. But, Jake views it differently. Jake said that he believes that an agent could actually hurt his career. He says, “Based on what [I] do and who [I am], it’s almost not smart to have an agent. I think having an agent would hurt me. All the sponsors that I have, it’s like a friendship. It’s a real connection. I think I’d be in a worse spot financially and with longevity as far as my brands go.” A justifiable concern for anyone who has spent a lot of time building relationships with his or her brands. 

Who is an Agent for? 

If not all riders feel like an agent is good for them and their career, then who is an agent for? According to Jake, “I think unless there is high demand and you are one of those people who are willing to run on high expectation, and do well under pressure, then an agent is kinda good. But for me, I’ve always wanted to do things at my own pace and in my own way.” A valid point. If you’re that type A personality who works well under pressure, all the power to you to meet those demands put on you. Money can dictate expectations, creating performance goals and obligations that are not for everyone. But, there are still guys like Rencz who have agents, and are not running on that type A personality. So what’s different about Mikey? When asked, he said, “there used to be a lot more interest in the filming side, and also there was a lot more going on for people who filmed for videos and shot for magazines, even three years ago.” I interpret this as Mikey saying that these days there is not as much money for people who film video parts, and that maybe the need for the average video part guy to have an agent isn’t as big as it once was. However, that’s not what Seb thinks. Seb said that, “when I hear people say that an agent is only good for people who make a lot of money, I think that’s wrong. Agents are there to help you sign a bigger deal and get more opportunities.” So, Seb thinks that you should have an agent if you are good enough to have one, which makes sense. Why wouldn’t you like a little extra coin? However, Rencz also speculates that some “team managers don't really wanna deal with [an] agent,” meaning that some TMs want to deal directly with the rider, not the middle man. This could be for two reasons. The first being that maybe the TM does not want to be pressured into paying his or her athletes more when times are tight, even though the athlete deserves it - which is a sad reality. Or, two, it could be because some TMs also value the relationship with the rider, and don't want a middle man to answer to. Either way, we’re kinda back at the point that Jake made about an agent potentially hurting the career he wants. So, maybe an agent isn't for everyone, especially if you film video parts and want a relationship with your sponsor? Well, that’s not entirely true either. When talking to Jamieson about this, he said that he thinks “there is actually a big appetite out there specifically for riders that do not compete. I know brands that when I call them and go, ‘hey, I got someone you’d be interested in,’ they say, ‘oh yeah, we would be, but call us when he or she stops competing.’” 

So, who is an agent for? I don’t entirely know. But I can ambiguously say that an agent works best when there is a symbiotic relationship, a win-win, between rider and agent.

That said, there is one obvious group of snowboarders that an agent seems uncontroversially good for, and that is the all-stars. Or, as Jaimeson calls them, “the A listers.” He says, “If you're a true A lister, your earning potential is, I dunno, anywhere between $500,000 and up. The most bad ass [riders] in our spaces earn a tremendous amount. Those are the one percenters, if you will.” These are the snowboarders who come to people’s minds first, guys like Mark McMorris, Seb Toots, Sage Kotsenburg, Ståle Sandbech, Torstein Horgmo, and others. You can probably imagine the others. These people just have too many other things going on to worry about dealing with contract renewals and bonuses and their financials in general. Their priority is performing, performing for themselves and performing for the stickers on their board, that’s it. They’ve got big goals and big money to answer to. When you’ve struck the perfect marketable mixture of talent, personality, and fan following, the sky's the limit. 

How might agents be changing the industry?

Agents are great at getting riders non-endemic sponsorships, sponsors like BMW, Virgin Wireless, Audi, and other brands who have nothing to do with snowboarding, but want to be associated with snowboarders. These brands know that there is a market value attached to the top names in snowboarding, and that putting money into that athlete could yield a return for them in brand association and logo recognition. So they do it, they invest. Which is okay to some degree, I think. Non-endemic support allows boarders to put more money into what they love doing. These brands allow riders to travel, get proper physio, feed themselves, save for the future, etc.. They also put money into the sport, giving snowboarding events the means to be broadcast around the globe, gaining exposure for snowboarding and bringing in money. This money can then be put back into the endemic industry through brands, resorts, and media outlets, benefiting everyone.

However, it is also possible to see how this could change snowboarding in a negative way. As Rencz said, “if you look at the contest riders with really weird sponsors, you’re like, ‘OoOoOo, that guys got an agent for sure,’ because [the rider] is not finding those sponsors, and the [sponsors] aren't hitting them up. You know? It’s like specifically sought out through an agency...” So the “snowboarder” doesn’t have any sponsors from a snowboard company. And while that’s more common place within mainstream professional sport, it’s a weird phenomenon in life-style snowboarding, which maybe shouldn’t happening. But why does it? Well, probably because of the money. And if that is the case, what does that mean? In other words, what does it mean when riders start having more non-endemic sponsors than endemic sponsors? Does it mean that non-endemic brands could start having more influence over the direction of snowboarding than snowboard companies? Has this already been happening? I honestly don't know the answers to these questions. But, I think questions like this are important to think about. Not thinking about them gets us to the premise for the movie Idiocracy, which is a movie set in the future where brands and big money dictate everything. It’s a future where Gatorade-esque drinks water farmers fields because Gatorade is, quote-unquote, “better than water.” 

The Wealth Gap.

As many of the riders interviewed in this article have said, one interesting phenomena of contemporary snowboarding is that the wealth gap is growing. That is, there are a few athletes making a lot of money and many athletes making less. The group of riders making more money are the group of A listers that Jamieson brought up earlier. They are akin to the 1%. And then there's everyone else. A big middle class of boarders who are really good, but only receive a pair of pants and some beanies at the start of the year. This growing wealth gap is interesting because it mimics our current economy, but maybe it’s not unexpected, considering that the snowboard world is just a microcosm of the world at large. When talking about this with Jamieson, he said, “I don't think action sports are insulated from what is happening in society. I think a lot of people are disappointed. They feel confident in what they are achieving, and it’s more difficult for them to get rewarded for it.” I guess it isn’t a coincidence that the “glory days” of the prosperous professional snowboarder happened when North America was financially stable, with a strong middle class economy. Devun also expressed his amazement for what snowboarders will do for such little money, saying, “I feel like there are kids who are willing to kill themselves on rails for like 30-grand a year. There is no way, back in the day, that people would be willing to risk their neck for that.”

Being a Professional Snowboarder

There is no doubt that being a professional snowboarder has changed in the last 10 years, especially within contest riding. The amount of pressure and obligation has increased, everyone in this article agreed with that, to some degree. Devun did say that “before you had to kill yourself all year to make [a] video part and now it just kinda comes out when they feel like it . . . apart from some of the videos.” But other than that, everyone agreed that being a pro is difficult. Seb said, “[what I would say] has really changed is snowboarding became so much harder to make it at a pro level, if you're getting drunk all the time and not really taking care of your body, it is definitely harder to keep up.” Darcy acknowledged that there are so many good snowboarders on Instagram that you need to stay on top of your game, whereas before, if you were a part of the chosen few, everyone waited for your part, and whoever else was good was rarely seen. 

In the past, the lack of accessibility also allowed for us to know who was pro and who wasn’t. We knew pros had promodels, whether it was a piece of outerwear or a board. That just doesn't seem to happen as much. The lines are blurred because the money is limited and the talent pool is limitless. Even companies don't really seem too concerned about the pro label. If you go to Rome’s website, LNP is still listed as one of their pros. But he barely snowboards anymore and has a full time career as a heavy-duty mechanic. 

While interviewing Seb, this was one of the reasons he thinks there is less money in the industry. He said, “for snowboarding you don't always know who is a pro and who is an amateur, which is something huge and something we need to change. . . When it is built properly, it’s easier for a big company to invest in the sport.” He went on to explain that if you want to be a certain type of rider, there should be a clear way to achieve that. 

His points are good, they absolutely make sense as far as growth and money goes. I mean, making it clear to people how snowboarding works is great for sponsors. It allows sponsors outside of snowboarding to know who they are getting behind. It can provide an objective value for a snowboarder. But what about for guys like Jake who aren't into that structure? When talking about structure, Jake said that it’s one of the reasons he does not have an agent. He said that, “I just always wanted to have control over what I did. I’ve always wanted to be very involved with all the projects I’ve worked on. . . “I don’t ‘yes man’ things, and do random stuff that I don’t really believe in.” With more structure, you can lose diversity, you can lose guys like Jake, making pro status only attainable to a certain type of person, which is an issue snowboarding is already dealing with, considering how it is generally dominated by wealthy, white males. So, it’s hard. Snowboarding sponsorship is a unique and ever evolving place that can be difficult for professionals, AMs, industry folk, and everyone to exist within, happily. It’s a complex matrix with many parts, understanding it is hard. I tried to show you a little of the objective and the subject side of it, but when it comes down to it, there is no right information or algorithm when trying to understand it, and maybe there shouldn't be.

[tentabulge-torturechamber]

god, yes. @pandora-daughterofeve makes a good point: the moment of in your face realization is always rly painful. and we’re all aware its not on purpose, but it never is is it? Your friends never mean to insult you when they bring up your shirt being a little too tight or when they say your shoes give you enough lift to be “normal height” theyre unintentional jabs, but theyre still jabs. The same thing happens when you write. We know you don’t mean it, but its so very obvious when youre writing for a specific demographic.

and with OM specifically, I’ve seen a lot of emphasis on specifically being skinny for some reason even though I see a lot of fans being plus sized. Other than Asmodeus or Lucifer, for vanity/pride reasons, I really can’t imagine a demon giving that much of a fuck how you look.

What I mean specifically that will just make me -specifically- instantly click out of a fic is when things like “her cinched waist” “her thigh gap” “His bony chest” bitch, thats not “inclusive” thats specific as hell. and those are usually the same writers who say theyre inclusive but refuse to specifically write for bigger people or men. There is a weird disinterest in writing for male readers? i know of 2 blogs on tumblr, period, that will explicitly write for male readers, and a handful who will if you specifically ask for it. 

I have only once, a year or two ago, seen someone respond to the previous ask for exclusivity respond with “just change it in your mind while you read it” and that really spoke loudly about the view on it. At least from their perspective, but also how the writing community in general refuses to acknowledge that you dont have to be a size 2 to deserve affection.

idky i chose this hill to die on today, but its been on my mind a lot since i drew my mc being picked up and getting all the DMs and tag notes about how people wished there was more content for big girls/boys.

all we’re asking is that when you say you include all body types, to actually pay attention to what youre writing and question if its actually inclusive or not.

AND ITS FINE TO SPECIFICALLY WRITE FOR SKINNY PEOPLE! no one is saying it isn’t, the issue is the denial. the denial of your actions, the denial of fat people in your vicinity, the denial of our existence, our right to be heard, to be respected. more than a fucking obstacle. Which is even worse; have you ever tried to read a fic and the only point in which they mention being fat is when the reader is being made fun of and it ‘spurs the “Confidence” to start making a change in their health’. As if being fat is inherently unhealthy. oooooo that one pisses me off. I am way more happy being fat than I was when I was starving myself to look nice for other people

also! People like me who want more content, you gotta make what you wanna see!

You cant just rely on everyone else to wishful for you; if you wanna read something, you need to write it. I bet theres at least a dozen other people who also want to and dont have the courage to do it yet. You gotta show them there isnt anything to be afraid of for posting something outside the norm! If you wanna see art of plus sized characters, MAKE THE ART! WRITE THE FIC! CREATE!

Ok, so... no disrespect intended, but when someone asks “can you include more plus size readers” the appropriate answer is not “but I never specified the weight of the reader UvU”

Because, yes, you did. You unintentionally do every time. The mannerisms are NOT the same. In specific cases they can be but in general are not.

Most plus sized ppl have been teased growing up and do not have the same personality type as a skinny person: this goes for males too! Most plus sized people are not extroverts who put themselves in the spot light and take the lead and are loud blah blah blah. Some do exist, yes, but the vast majority are not: we tend to try to take up as little space as possible after being told were too big and too much all the time. Most don’t want to eat in public because it’s incredibly stressful: if u get a salad ppl look at u like to bother? Ur already huge’ and if u order what u want to eat they stare like ‘that’s y ur fat’.

It’s actually super easy to tell when a writer has been fat before or not based on the manorisms placed in the writing for the reader insert.