#taking pictures of the computer screen while listening to the music

[ms-understand]

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

sending him a naughty pic

(cw: age gap 25/41, naughty pics, sexting, masturbating in a bathroom, mdni)

part before: listening to music in his car

In the morning, when I wake up, the first thing I do is send König a message. And a naughty one at that. I lift my phone over my body and my shirt over my boobs, trying to get a good shot. After a few clicks of my camera, I choose one of the pictures, tits on full display, a slight smile on my face, and send it to him with the caption “early morning thinking about you”.

Then I get up and get myself ready to go to work. While I drink my coffee, my phone dings. Twice in quick succession.

👑 thinking about you as well

And a picture of his morning wood poking out of his black boxers which has me on the floor.

God damn it, this man is going to be the end of me.

I hop into the car and shoot him a message before I drive to work.

me: you not gonna do anything about that?

The little ding of my phone while I’m still driving sends a shiver of excitement. I pull myself together and wait to look at the message when I pull into a parking space at work.

👑 about what?

Oh, he’s acting coy now. A stupid little smile forms on my lips as I make my way to my desk. Wrecking my brain what to say next.

me: well, you’re clearly happy to see me… if i was there i’d already have my hand wrapped around you

I press send, feeling very cheeky right now, but I try to shake the blush from my face. I check my emails, answering the most pressing ones, waiting impatiently for his answer. Ding. Ding.

👑 you mean like that?

His boxers are pulled down now, his hand wrapped around his girth. My breath hitches in my throat, my eyes fixed on the picture, taking in every little detail. The black sheets underneath him, the happy trail on his lower stomach, the little vein popping out. The piercing on his tip that has me wondering how it would feel to lick over it.

me: yes just like that although… i couldn’t resist running my tongue all over it taking you in my mouth

Oh fuck, I’m fully sexting at work right now.

👑 yeah? you sure it would even fit? texting with one hand is hard

The last message makes me chuckle.

me: we won’t know until i try… or maybe my hands will need to do all the work while i lick just the tip

I’m feeling hot all over while I send the message, putting the device away like it’s burning me and trying to calm down while I stare at computer screen in front of me.

Just one Ding. I look at my phone and it’s a fucking video. I groan inwardly, looking around. There’s almost nobody here, but I can’t risk being seen watching this on my phone. I quickly grab my headphones and head to the toilet for some more privacy, locking myself in one of the stalls, lowering the lid, using it as a seat.

He sent another message in the meantime.

👑 i can’t stop thinking about yesterday

Yesterday when we fucked in the back of his car. Needy and quick, almost fully clothed. So hard, the whole car was shaking.

His words make me tingle all over, while I hurriedly put my earbuds in, intently staring at the screen as I press play, anticipation halting my breath.

The black boxershorts are gone now, but I can’t help notice them lying beside him on the also black sheets, before my attention gets pulled in by the - uhm - matter at hand.

His strong big hand is moving up and down his length, softer than I would have imagined. Pulling back his foreskin, lazily pumping up his dick. His thumb grazes over the exposed tip, playing with his piercing for a little bit. I want to do that as well, is the thought that floods my mind. Preferably with my tongue. A little bead of precum forms at the top, running down his length, before his fingers stroke over it.

He pulls his hand away for a moment, and I can hear him spit. I groan. Fuck. His fingers grip his cock again, coating it in his own saliva, jerking himself faster now. The grunts and heavy breaths… he isn’t holding back at all. “Fuck.”, he sighs, and hearing him, so close, makes all of this even hotter.

And it feels dirty, but I can’t help it, my hand wanders down to my pants, hastily opening the button, lowering my zipper, my fingers disappearing into my panties, until they find my pussy. Fuck, I’m so wet, holy hell. I bite my lip to stifle any moans as I push into myself, the memories of him doing that heightening the sensations… while I wish it was him again, touching me like this.

Knowing that he is touching himself thinking about me, thinking about what we did yesterday… is turning me on. His little video, with the soft moans and the grunts, isn’t helping either. I press play again, his sounds right in my ear are spurring me on, my fingers frantically strumming over my clit now.

The visuals of him fucking his fist, the memories of him fucking me from the back, his hands digging into my hips, the slaps of skin against skin, our panting breaths...

And when I hear the little “Fuck” again, his voice deep and husky, I cum, pressing my lips together not to make a noise, while my fingertips still stroke over my wet folds. When it subsides, I finally dare to breathe again. This… was definitely something I didn’t anticipate when I came to work today, but I can’t keep the little dirty smile from my lips.

I snap a picture, with my fingers still buried deep inside me, so he knows I touched myself as well. Then I type out the message that has been circling my mind those last few minutes.

me: wish those were your fingers inside me instead

His answer comes quickly.

👑 fucking perfect

A slight smile on my face and a little tingle down my spine I’m still sitting on the put-down toilet lid, feeling the cold tiles against my shoulderblades. I just try to breathe calmly and get rid of the blush that’s surely staining my cheeks, so I can go back to work.

Ding. Ding. I straighten back up in an instant, unlocking my phone, looking at the chat.

👑 you made a total mess of me

A photo attached of his hand and dick, sticky with his cum, little pools of the white liquid on his abs and tummy.

me: and i would clean it all up 👅 👑 you’re killing me me: the french don’t call it la petite mort for nothing 👑 don’t bring the french into this

I have to cover my mouth to not fully burst out into laughter, but our little back and forth pulls me from the naughty little situation and I get out of the stall. I make my way back to my desk, my ears still burning, my cheeks bright red, and sit down on my chair, because those emails won’t answer themselves. I send him another picture of me in this state, obvious that I’m at work and still very flustered.

me: you got me like this at work so don’t ever doubt my interest in you again, big guy

👑 i’m not doubting anything anymore, promise

And he has the nerve to also send me a picture of him, lying there in his bed, against his cushions. One arm holding up the phone, the other one tangled in his hair, deliciously showing off his tattooed biceps. His strong pecs peppered with dark hair. His lips are curled into a satisfied smirk and there is just the lightest blush on his cheeks, that I’ve been noticing on him after he’s just cum. And the lids are hooded a bit, his bedroom eyes gazing into the camera, the familiar mischievous spark in them. Fuck, can he stop being this dreamy?

👑 so, speaking about my fingers inside you… can i kidnap you to my humble abode this evening?

I chuckle a little, but the message only intensifies the blush on my face, while it simultaneously makes me also type faster.

me: yes pls, i would very much like that

next part or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

thanks to @notknickers who i told about my ideas for this little chapter and they gave me even more ideas <3 to our blorbos!

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hazband 2: Band AU

Buckle Up, Buttercups. This is gonna be looooooooooong.

-"Insider Bands" playing on VH666 streaming services on a computer monitor / TV screen sitting on the desk against the far wall-

Charlie: (laying on her belly on her bed and chewing her nails like a cartoon goat chews through a field of grass as she watches the TV)

Riff Rascal: Alright, dudes, dudettes, non-duders, and rock-aholics! That was Simple Plain's newest single "Why Are We Kids?!". Coming up next, our guy, our big shredder, our big bad-

????: Dammit, Riff!!!! Just get on with it!!!

Riff Rascal: Yo, sorry, boss lady! Coming up next, we have our expert in all things metal and shredding, Axel Steelgrave, conducting a super secret, super exclusive interview with one of Hell's latest and greatest! Stay tuned!

Charlie: (whines and plasters her face into the comforter) Fuck! I really messed up! I shouldn't have released that album, guys! What if Vaggie doesn't like girls outside of the metal scene?! Then I'm just the creepy, stalker, pop diva who messages her on Sinstagram every once and a while! And likes all of her posts! And comments on each picture! And-

Razzle: (trying to finish polishing Charlie's hooves after a full pedicure and hoof care) Baap?

Charlie: So? It was only ever mentioned once in a tabloid that she was once in a poly ship with a man and woman before. Nothing set in stone. Who listens to tabloids anyway? She said she was a lesbian in her last interview with Angel Metal Monthly.

Dazzle: (brings up a wide array of nail polishes) BaaaAaaAp?

Charlie: Yes! She messages me back almost immediately after every message I send her, but that doesn't mean the's interested in me. She hasn't been online in a week! (rolls over and flops onto her back, covering her eyes with her arm) Not since Katie Killjoy did that whole news segment on my new single music video and album.

Dazzle: (painting Charlie's hooves in a deep red hue called "Wicked Sinister") Baaaaaaap. BaaaAAaaap. Baap. (clicks his hoof in a way that's supposed to look like a sassy finger snap and blows heated air over the paint)

Razzle: Baap! (scowls) Baaap. Baaa. Baap!

Charlie: Thanks, Razzle. No, Dazzle. I really don't think this is some kind of rebound. I really started liking her during the Battle of the Bands gig over at the Jackpot Hotel and Casino. She was the first person who didn't openly laugh at me being there even though I was the only pop singer there.

-VH666 blares back with a heavy metal guitar riff-

Axel Steelgrave: Hey, good evening, everyone. How's it going? Tonight, we have a very special guest. (camera pans out to show Vaggie sitting next to Axel in an interview chair) Lead singer, guitarist, and rocking girl, Vaggie the Steel Vagina from Fallen Angels.

Charlie: WHAT?!?!?!?!?! (crocodile death rolls around in her excitement and falls out of bed, completely wrapped in a burrito, and worm crawls over to the TV) RAZZLE!!! DAZZLE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

Razzle: (salutes) Baap! (grabs the remote and turns up the volume)

Dazzle: (sad bleats as he looks at the mess of nail polish everywhere) baaaaaap.....

Vaggie: (trying not to snarl at the name) It's just Vaggie, Axel.

Axel Steelgrave: Oh, sure. Sure. Well, thank you so much for taking the time to come and see us. Not gonna lie. We were shocked to hear that you were coming out with a new single so quickly.

Charlie: (plasters her face to the screen) New Single?!?!?!?!?!

Vaggie: (blushes slightly) Well, I figured after hearing the Princess's new album and call-out, I should work on a reply.

Angel: (from behind the camera man) You wouldn't have had ta write and record a whole new song and music video if you just sent 'er a video of you jacking it all week! I've never heard dat vibrator work so hard in its life! I swear I smelled smoke last night!

Charlie: (squeals, gasps, and shrieks all at once and falls backwards)

Vaggie: (jumps up from her seat) Angel! What the Fuck?!

Axel Steelgrave: Well, well, well, I guess that answers my next question. I take it this new single is going to be good news for the Princess?

Vaggie: (still steaming as she sits back down and tries to compose herself) I know you have the video on hand. Why not play it and let the fans see for themselves?

Axel Steelgrave: I couldn't have said it better myself. (to the camera) With that being said, let's take a look at a sneak peek of Fallen Angel's new single: "Dear, Charlie - For Somewhere Better".

-Video cuts to some random point in the music video where Vaggie is standing in black leather skirt that has the leather ripped into strips in a hoola-skirt style, black halter tank top, thigh high leather heeled boots, and black fingerless gloves, holding and shredding a guitar. Angel is a pink, fabulous gay disaster on drums while one set of hands works a keyboard.-

Vaggie: (singing) We'll ignite. Still dreaming wide awake. On the hunt for "Somewhen brighter". Pull me close now, and I'll dream until my dying day. Till we create a new "Somewhere better". The promise of a life. Like a thousand suns inside my broken heart. I can see through your eyes. And embrace the flame that guides me through the night.

-Video Cuts back to the interview-

Axel Steelgrave: (freaking out excitedly) Wow! That's quite the statement! Good on you, Steel Vagina!

Vaggie: Vaggie.

Axel Steelgrave: Before we end this exclusive, is there anything you want to say to the Princess in case she's watching?

Vaggie: (Face falls briefly as her eye widens and a blush colors her face) Oh.... (shakes her head to compose herself, looks into the camera, and makes a telephone gesture) Call me~

Axel Steelgrave: (laughing) Alright! You heard it here first, folks. "Dear, Charlie" will be available on HellTunes tonight at midnight. Thank you all so much for tuning in. And, as always, stay rocking.

Charlie: (finally managing to unravel the blanket and sitting on the floor with a bright red blush) C-Call.... Her.... She wants me to call her... (jumps up and down like a teenager in a bad "not another teen movie" while holding Razzle and Dazzle's hooves) SHE WANTS ME TO CALL HER!!!! (pauses) How?! I don't have her number!

-DING!-

Charlie: (dives for her phone on the floor and opens a new Sinstagram message)

FallenAngelVaggie: Hope you got a chance to watch "Insider Bands" tonight. Talk to you later? Maybe over coffee? XXX-XXX-XXXX

Charlie: (takes a deep breath) SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Vaggie: (leaning against the wall of the VH666 studio, holding her phone against her chest, and taking a long drag of a cigarette)

Angel: Hey! I thought you were quitting! (yoinks the cigarette and plops it between his lips)

Vaggie: Dammit, Angel! I said I'd be done once my case is empty! (digs in her pocket and pulls out an angelic steel cigarette case) It still has four left! I haven't even lit up in nearly six months!

Angel: I know! Proud of you for that. That interview rile you up that much that you gotta wreck six months of hard work?

Vaggie: Ugh! (slams her back into the wall) You think Charlie got the message?

-squeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Angel: (looks up at the sky towards the Morningstar Mansion where it looks like fireworks are going off on one of the balconies) Oh, I think she got it~

[magical-glimpse]

A Visionboard, what is it, what for ?

What is a visionboard ?

A visionboard is a set of pictures, images and phrases put together with an intention. They are mostly used in the manifestation community. Their goal is to inspire the maker into taking inspired actions towards their goals and realize their dreams.

Okay, but how does it work ?

Well, I'm guessing it depends on how much you want to believe in it. Realistically speaking, what could be the benefits ?

You know what you want

You are inspired to work, learn, explore and make decision in alignment with what you want

You are more open to opportinities

You are growing more okay with the idea of getting what you want, you have less self-esteem issues, you believe you are worth your dreams

What is the purpose of it ?

The goal is to growingly habituate your mind to see what you want to receive and achieve as possible. You see it as possible more, therefore you take inspired action more, you see new opportunities more, you start living in this world as the kind of person who would receive what you want to receive. You are inspired, you feel thankful, happy, you see the little good things and know how to enjoy them.

So, how exactly do you use it ?

Ah ! Well that is the most fun part.

Take some time for it. Don't rush it, make it a you moment. Set aside some time to make yourself feel good and let yourself dream about what you want. Light a candle, play some music, take a hot shower, whatever you like.

Choose your intention. Would you like to envision your life for the New Year ? The New or Full Moon ? A school year ? Just because ? Do you want to focus on your career, relationships or home life ?

Gather elements : quotes, pictures, tickets, screenshots... Choose intuitively and intentionally what each mean to you, and what they mean to each other in the all. Canva is a great tool for a digital one, or you can get magazines and do a crafty one by hand !

Make it present. Don't forget the file somewhere on your phone or computer, put it as a screen, print it and put it in your room, have a daily practice of looking at it while meditating, dancing, eating or listen to music. Build yourself a tiny little daily practice, so you can remember what is it you want that makes you happy, and you remind yourself of it when you need it.

Listen, don't spend all day on it. live your life and notice all the little things. The free coffee your friend got you, the sales percent from your favorite shop in your email, the person who complimented you. Notice how all the little good things in your life build up. What are you grateful for today ? What made you happy today ? What made you feel at peace ? What little thing can you also today to say thank you for the good things ? What can you do today to go towards the vision of the board ? How can the the you of today become close to the you on the board ? Enjoy the journey. If you need help doing your visionboard, building your own magical practice or a reading, dont hesitate to visit my kofi or tip me !

[causenessus]

GOOD MORNING NESS!! <3 i hope you have a good dayy :) the brown and green additions to the blog are so cute omg😋 it looks super cute!

i have picture day in a couple hours im literally tweaking out.. it's probably gonna be fine tho but THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME LOOK LIKE AN EGG TOO like they'll tell me "okay push back your hair a bit, brush your bangs to the side..." girl the bangs are the only thing keeping me from looking like a helipad NO NO NO GET AWAY 🤺 so yeah im here in my bedroom stressing about what to do w my hair and what to wear as i lay in bed, actively avoiding doing anything ☺️

ALSO AFTER YOU SAID A BIT ABOUT THAT PLAY I HONESTLY WANTED TO HEAR MORE?? like you accidentally BIT your phone and cut your finger? 😨 what else happened during that play??😭 AND ALSO kinda gave me flashbacks to being a theater kid when i was in elementary bc i would always do plays and musicals EVEN OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL i was a little nerd LMAOAOA but those plays were soooo much fun and in one of them i even got to wear a big poofy dress that was such a vibe... (no it wasn't i was so overstimulated after a while BUT THE DRESS WAS CUTE) i should go back to theater (no i shouldn't)

ANYWAY I HOPE YOUR SCHOOL DAY GOES WELL AND YOUR WORK (if you have it today, idk 💔)!! HOPEFULLY WE CAN TALK MORE LATER TODAY! MAKE SURE YOU EAT AND DRINK WATER AND DONT FORGET TO TAKE YOUR MEDS‼️

THANK YOU SO MUCH SAV!!! I MAY LIKE TAKE A SCREENSHOT OF IT TO MAKE IT LIKE A DIVIDER IMAGE YK </33 bc it looks perfect at least on my phone screeen and i think it's cute on my computer screen too!! but ik it's not like completely centered and everything if that makes sense 😭

NOT THE HELIPAD 💀💀 I HOPE YOUR PICTURE DAY WENT WELL LOVE!! LMK HOW IT WENT!! i remember there was one time my picture was so bad I COULD NOT HANDLE IT like literally could not tolerate it it was that bad i actually went in for like picture retakes bc usually like i don't care that much BUT THAT ONE WAS SO BAD 💀

AND OMG YES LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY so i've talked about this play a lot on here i think!! it was the one where my director got really mad and yelled at people backstage and the asm back there put his headset mic down so we could be nosy and listen in LMAO (while we were all hiding in the booth and then got jumpscared when his bald whiny head appeared outside the window) etc. it was that show!!! so also what happened was that bc i'm a little catwalk monkey lights kid freak i was always up there or asked to go up there to help with things!! and sometimes i have to do not osha safe things like climb on the batons!! (allow me to find a picture for reference)

OKAY I ALMOST COULDN'T FIND A PIC BUT THEN I FOUND EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR (i'm going to guess my school is just especially unsafe LMAO like when our theatre was constructed it was NOT done right we have so many violations and like not all of our channels work...some of them are double channeled...etc SORRY THIS IS ME RANTING DW ABOUT FOLLOWING ALONG)

OKAY SO ANYWAY IF U SEE HOW LIKE THESE "BATONS" ARE JUST THESE METAL RODS LITERALLY JUST SECURED BY CHAINS??? WE HAD A BUNCH OF THESE ON OUR CATWALKS (so not all of them had these curtains on them!!) and sometimes we'd have to hang lights on ones that were far out (like not easily accesible) so what i would have to do is climb over the railing of our catwalks and step onto these little tiny poles and basically sit on two of them (yes there was a lot of space between these batons. that's why it was not safe and not a job we trusted a lot of people to do. yes my director forced me to try and wear a harness my last year of hs [after an entire year of not wearing a harness doing this stuff] and no he did not succeed or actually care that much [so i basically never wore a harness risking my life LMAO]) BUT ANYWAY so basically during this show i needed to go out onto these batons to hang a light!! but i was just thinking about where i wanted to put the light and everything and i needed to hold my phone!! so instead of putting it in my pockets or on the floor like a normal person i held it in my mouth!! which i had done multiple times but apparently this time i bit it a bit too hard and so the screen broke and would no longer register touch!! a wonderful time honestly!!! and so then i had go back to my super ancient phone bc i didn't feel like trying to get the screen fixed and didn't even know if it was worth it but that phone was always on its last life and started giving out this summer so then i finally got it repaired yay!!! (AND ALSO FOR REFERENCE old phones were built different yk. like my old phone, the show right after this play where i bit and broke this other phone yk, i accidentally dropped this old phone from the catwalks bc my hands were really shaky one day and it SURVIVED LMAO)

tw for blood ofc!! so about my finger!! so also during this show!! in the catwalks we hung up a little curtain that reached like halfway to the ground or so so that we could project cute little patterns onto the curtain (this was a horror show btw. very cutesy. very demure.) but after we did the show, i was sent up there to take the curtain down, well that curtain had been a BEAST to hang in the first place like it had taken i think two separate groups over the course of two weeks to get that thing secure so like there was wire wrapped around one of the catwalk bars a thousand times PLUS there was tape all around all that wire so i'm like tearing through this all trying to get the wire undone but then it cut me!! :( so my thumb started bleeding and so one of my kids kept a blood covered wire (my blood ofc) as a souvenir and i left my bloody thumbprint on that bar :)) and then i think we literally just put like spike tape around my cut it was a crazy day but that happens often!! i remember moving a bed once and then i was like "EW WHY IS THE BED WET" but it was actually bc my finger!! was once again bleeding 😭 I HAVE TONS OF CRAZY STORIES ASK ME ANYTIME ABOUT THEM!!

AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY SAV!! MAKE SURE YOU TAKE YOUR MEDS AND EAT PROPERLY AND DRINK ENOUGH WATER ILYSM!!!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR I'LL HAVE TO POP OUT OF YOUR SCREEN AND DO IT FOR YOU!!

[puff-mmd]

musings

"If I keep trying, I know I'll find that person that makes me happy; who I can make happy. I just have to keep trying."

"You hold on to such a stupid dream - who in their right mind believes in true love and mutual happiness? It' easier to just give up and take what's given to you."

"Says the guy who's never settled on a photography job if you didn't really want to do it."

"Photography and love are a little different."

"Not really - you feel love for what you capture, don't you?"

"Yes but..."

"Then you can try to understand me. Unless, the problem is that you don't want to."

"..."

"Whatever..."

--

Yakumo sat in silence, editing his latest batch of photos for a project. Usually he listened to music or some kind of audiobook, but tonight he chose silence. Not that it was a good idea at the moment - his mind kept drifting from the photos back to what he'd learned a few days ago at that job.

He had been commissioned to take photos of an event - it was a celebration of someone's anniversary, and of all the people to have been there, he was there.

Those bright blue eyes and genuine amile directed at someone else.

'The person you were looking for, right?'

He sighed, the memory of that brief interaction causing his chest to tighten.

"You two are, dating? Really?"

"Yeah."

The blonde stepped in front of his boyfriend, slightly blocking Yakumo's view of the man behind him.

"Don't you dare try anything. Your smooth talking won't work on him."

"Oh, I'm sure not now. But it did for a while, didn't it,

Kaisei?"

He slumped over the desk, placing his forehead against his arms. He knew if he lay there long enough, the sleeves would surely imprint on his face, but he didn't care.

It wasn't like there would be anyone but him seeing it.

It wasn't like there'd be anyone to point at his forehead and laugh at the lines.

It wasn't like there'd be anyone to lightly trace those red lines, saying he sure looked like an old man now with all those wrinkles.

He sat up slightly, and despite knowing full well it would only make him feel worse, he reached down and opened one of the desk drawers. The one where he kept his personal photos - the photos that he would never admit to anyone meant anything to him. Picking up the stack, he thumbed through until he found the pictures he was looking for.

Those same bright eyes and handsome smile, the memory that he once was the subject of that sweet gaze.

And yet, he pushed him away.

In his fear of losing something important to him, his actions only served to make that fear a reality.

"Everything changes, sometimes for better - like leaving that fucked up house with those fucked up parents, or signing on with the photographer's guild. Sometimes for the worse - a true friend moving away, hospital visits that get blamed on you with no sympathy from others, changing schools to find even fewer people who can stand being around your gloomy ass."

As he looked at the photos, sitting in the darkness only illuminated by the blue light of his computer screen, Yakumo felt that tightness in his chest begin to burn up into his throat, causing tears to well in his dark eyes.

"You were my only constant for so long, and the best thing that ever happened to me. I only realized all of that far too late."

He put the photo to his forehead, and closed his eyes.

For the first time in a long time, he let himself indluge in crying over someone else.

"I'm sorry."

Through the tears, he felt anger, regret; boiling up inside of him. He slammed the photos on the desk, causing the computer screen light to shake from the force. A few expletives fell from his mouth as he went over to his bedside table, grabbing the lighter and pack of cigarettes.

As he attempted to light the cigarette that he brought to his lips, he realized his eyes were still blurry from the tears, his hands still trembling from how hard he'd hit the desk.

Another curse, damning everything, and he threw the lighter on the bedwhile tearing the cigarette from his mouth.

His tired, stinging eyes blazed at the balcony beyond the dark curtains across his room. He strode across, pulled the curtains back, and stomped out into the night air.

He could hear the sounds of the city not far below and tried to block out his thoughts - only focusing on the framing of the city before him. It took a few minutes, but he sat on the concrete and took in all of the familiar sight, letting the cityscape wash over him and calm his nerves.

He realized what he needed to do.

He stood up, hesitant for a moment, before turning back into his bedroom. Grabbing the photos off his desk and his lighter, he stepped out again onto the balcony, this time sitting closer to the railing.

One by one, he lit the photos up and let them burn, leaving a pile of ash sitting in the palm of his hand

One by one, he scattered those ashes to the wind.

His thoughts raced,

"Does he know how I was your first?"

"Does he know about how we would sneak off during study hall to be together?"

"Does he know I was the first to hear you say 'I love you'?"

"Did you tell him how I was a coward who never had the courage to say it back?"

The photos flickered into ruin, taking those thoughts and regrets with them,

Until he reached one particular photo, that is.

As he held it up, striking the lighter to give it the same fate as the others, he paused.

It was of him and Kaisei on the day of their high school graduation. He hadn't actually taken the photo himself - it had been another photography club member that knew they were friends.

Kaisei had encouraged him to give his best "cool guy" pose - his one arm around Kaisei's shoulders, the other holding up a rather crude gesture with his middle and forefingers, and a view of his tongue - before it had been pierced.

In the photo, Kaisei had an arm around his waist, the other with a peace sign and that signature cheeky wink of his.

As much as it pained him to think of what he had lost because of his own insecurities, a part of him knew this photo could never be replaced.

And so, with another sigh passing his lips, he clicked the cap on his lighter and let his hands drop to his sides.

"Fine. I'll try. But only because of you. Only because you were able to find some kind of happiness in this damned world.

Maybe, if I'm lucky and I try like you did,

I can be as happy as I was with you."

--

sad boy yakumo hours :')

[yourlittlesol]

Back on my pen at twenty four, twenty-twenty three.

It has almost been three years since I sat down in front of the computer screen to let my fingers bleed of words. The feeling’s thrilling but somehow vexing and taunting. Life’s been a tad buzz with twenty twenty one’s on-the-job-training course while witnessing a miracle-in-working healing of grandpa, heading back home in Tondo after being away for four months of health isolation, twenty twenty two’s completion of thesis and defense, shooting for our film finals, and finally walking down the PICC aisle on my black toga and white lace, on my grip was my diploma that reads “A Graduate of Bachelor of Arts in Communication''. Wait, it gets better. In July of the same year, I joined the Dream Team – a whole year of studying music and bible at church and helping out in production and ministry outreach. It was the most rigorous yet remarkable journey I’ve gone through in life so far, and I think it will always hold a special place in my heart for in it I’ve learned not only the intricacies of music theory, aural theory sight and ear, rhythm, and dance, but also to seek God diligently, communicate and listen well, be keen to details, and how to uphold a better version of myself every trimester, every week, every day with my soul anchored in faith and humility. As I near pass the finish line of my dream team year, I must say it is the pinnacle of my early twenties alongside stepping out of college.

I am a work in progress – we all are. However, looking closely at myself, I do tend to overthink a lot. By a lot, I mean a lot – with my brain working overtime in an overdrive. I guess it’s because I wanted to embody perfection even though it’s impossible. I’m twenty four, wow. I can’t believe I’m twenty four. It’s slowly sinking in as I re-kickstart my adulting journey by updating my CV. I was stuck at twenty, where I already knew I am old and supposed to be contributing to the finances of my family, an ever reliable ate that hands away W.O.W (words of wisdom) to everyone younger, and someone who behaves prim and proper – just like what the society expects in a fully-grown woman. I am not young anymore, technically but my grandparents often say that I’ve still got decades ahead of me to enjoy life without slacking my years away. That said, I’m old enough to make wise and mature decisions that’ll surely affect my latter years, and still young to be a worrywart about everything. Twenties is indeed a rollercoaster of learning – and this is not for the faint of heart. So to my fellow twenties warriors, we got this.

Lastly, maybe this thought process has something to do with age as well but lately, I’ve found myself writing my future someone in my prayer list priorities – alongside career, calling, and dream house. Isn't it a little early for that? Better to be praying for him early than late and settle for less, right? I wonder how God reacts everytime I mention to him my “him list”, does he find it funny? The “him list” is not in any way demanding, just a couple of specified bullet points of what I want him to have, parted with negotiables and non-negotiables – e.g for negotiables; it will be great if he’s three years older than me (he doesn’t have to be exactly three years, it’s just my preference but younger? Uhmm, wouldn’t it be weird though? I think it’s weird); Someone who takes good pictures (for memories), and someone who loves to read and write because it’ll be great to be with someone I can mentally grow as well. For the non-negotiables, he should be a man who is gentle, kind, serves God in the ministry, and a man who cooks well because I eat a lot.

Wherever that future someone is, I am always praying he’s healthy and safe. As much as I expect him to be a number of things, I also have my me list so that I can truly be a helper suitable for him. I am praying for a great husband, so why wouldn’t I be a great wife for him? Whether we’ve already crossed paths or we’re still about to, I believe that our foundation should be God – because He loved us so that we can love the people around us, eventually, each other, best. So, no pressure for us. We’ll get to know each other in God’s perfect time.

To wrap up this life catch-up, I’m grateful that no matter how life keeps on throwing me lemons, God always provides for me a blender to make lemonades. I am flawed but not lost. My feet stands on level ground for His counsel gives me a straight-path direction despite the many turns I see. To speak life, to produce quality works, my soul should always stand close to the God who perfects me.

It’s great to write again.

🌻Sol

[mydiary123]

Accessorize Your Phone: Top Picks for Mobile Accessories in Sri Lanka

The world of Mobile Accessories in Sri Lanka offers a vast array of options to personalize and enhance your smartphone experience. Here are some top picks to consider:

Essential Protection: Durable and Stylish Phone Cases

A phone case is a must-have. It safeguards your device from everyday wear and tear. Choose from a variety of materials like silicone, TPU, or toughened cases with built-in screen protectors.  For a touch of personality, explore a wide range of designs and colors to express your style.

Power Up on the Go: Portable Chargers and Power Banks

A portable charger is a lifesaver,  ensuring you never run out of battery. Consider factors like capacity, fast charging capabilities, and multiple ports when choosing a power bank. Car chargers are also a great option for long journeys, keeping you connected and entertained.

Immersive Audio: Unleash the Power of Headphones

Whether you're a music enthusiast or a casual listener, a good pair of headphones can elevate your audio experience.  Wireless options offer freedom of movement, while wired earphones provide superior sound quality at a more affordable price point.  Explore noise-canceling headphones for a truly immersive listening experience, or opt for sports headphones that stay secure during workouts.

Capture Stunning Photos: Enhance Your Mobile Photography

Your smartphone camera is powerful, but accessories can unlock its full potential. A wide-angle lens lets you capture breathtaking landscapes, while a macro lens allows you to focus on intricate details. A tripod provides stability for clear low-light pictures, and an external flash can brighten up even the darkest scenes.

Boost Functionality: Useful Mobile Peripherals

For those who use their phone for work or productivity, there are a variety of peripherals that can expand its capabilities. A mobile projector allows for on-the-go presentations, while a wireless keyboard transforms your phone into a mini-computer. A stylus pen improves note-taking and digital art skills, and a car mount keeps your phone safely visible while driving.

These are just a few ideas to get you started. With a vast selection of mobile accessories in Sri Lanka, you can personalize your phone and unlock its full potential.

Trust Celltronics to be your one-stop-shop for mobile accessories in Sri Lanka!

[softlookup]

Use Your Iphone To Make You Life Easier

If Autocorrect wants you to choose a certain word and you don’t want to choose that word, you don’t actually have to click the little X. You can tap anywhere else one the screen and the little suggestion will go away! This can be a lot quicker than trying to click the X

You probably spend a lot of time reading scrollable content on your iPhone, but you might not know about this feature. When you’ve scrolled down on a page, you can return to the top simply by tapping your phone’s status bar. This can be very helpful, and once you’re familiar with the feature, you may find yourself using it all the time.

If adding the “.com” ending of website addresses on your iPhone is a chore, you don’t have to. All you have to do is type in the main address and you will be directed to the site you are looking for. It might not seem like that much of a time-saver, but there is no reason to type it if you don’t have too.

Use your iPhone to navigate the neighborhood. Whenever you’re attempting to obtain directions somewhere or find stores located along the way, the map portion of the phone can be utilized as a GPS. You can bookmark this map function so that you can easily access it at any moment.

This is the world of applications, and soon phones will be replacing laptop computers. If you haven’t already taken a dive into iphones and applications, you need to do it now. iphones lead the market, and the applications available can handle much of your business that you need to take care of on a daily basis.

There is a way you can take pictures faster instead of going through your apps. Double-tap on the Home button, and the camera icon will be available for you to tap. This even works if have your iPhone locked. Once you do this, use the volume up button to take the picture.

On your iPhone, it is possible to look at PDF files in your iBooks. When you are on a website with a PDF, you want to view or a mail message, all you need to do is tap and then hold either the PDF link or icon. Then, simply select “open in iBooks”.

There is a real nifty trick for using your iPhone headphone to handle your calls easily. The mouthpiece actually doubles as another button. If you are using your headphones and receive a call, just pinch the button. This lets you answer the call. If you click the button, you can send the caller to your voice mail.

If you are using certain apps that allow you to select a word, you can get definitions for any word that you do not recognize. All you need to do is press and hold the word and a box will come up that will ask if you would like to define it.

If you use certain words and terms a lot that take up a lot of time to type, the best thing to do would be to add shortcuts. You can do this in the Settings section of your phone. For example, “SYL” can be used for “see you later.” Typing those three letters will prompt the phone to type out the entire phrase.

Many people utilize YouTube as their primary music streaming application. In contrast to other music apps and MP3 Converters If you quit the app or unlock your iPhone when you are listening to music, the music will stop.

This is unless you’ve signed-up for YouTube Premium, the paid subscription option. YouTube Premium. So you can watch YouTube as background music for your iPhone.

If you’re not interested in join YouTube Premium, you can utilize a trick using the iPhone’s Safari application. This method could be tricky, and it could be removed with a subsequent upgrade. As for android there is a video2MP3 app than convert any video to mp3 directily on your mobile device.

Below are two methods to use YouTube as background music on your iPhone and listen to your favorite videos while having to open the Converter.

The most effective Free YouTube downloader applications let you stream videos on the go when you’re on the road to work and without hassle that’s why we’ve uncovered a variety of simple-to-use applications to assist you in doing just this.

It’s not easy to stream your favourite YouTube videos with out an account with a premium subscription, which allows the streaming for a cost. That’s where a no-cost youtube downloader that works on your mobile phone, Mac and Windows computer can come in.

A process for downloading an audio or video downloaded from YouTube is quite simple — it’s mainly about finding the URL of the video, after that, using one of the sites below to download the file. However, if you just want the music, we provide the no-cost YouTube convertor guide to use instead.

In conclusion, people all over can be seen on an iPhone. This is because an iPhone can be used to your advantage in so many ways. Now that you have read this article, you probably have a better understanding of why it is in your best interest to own an iPhone.

[grad604-macytaylor]

Week 10: 50 words per object

Led vfx screens

These screens represent the start of my visual creative journey as I started helping out with technology at my church. This experience allowed me to gain lots of creative experience and have fun times with good mates and people who I admire. 

Hummingbird poster

This poster is one of many I have acquired which was a habit I picked ups hen I moved into Auckland CBD for university. At first it was for some free decor but it is also an inspiration for me and my own design.

Lord of the Rings box set

This box set was gifted to me by my grandparents and I chose it as an element as it represents the love of reading anything I can get my hands on. Lord of the Rings was a series I really loved as a kid and I still enjoy rereading the books on trips. 

Bookshelf

My bookshelf represents a lot of the books I have really loved for a long time. To represent it, I took a picture and illustrated it, but chose to leave the spines blank because I know as I grow in my walk different books will have more or less meaning to me. 

Poster wall

This poster wall is the summation of my favorite ‘borrowed’ posters from k road and the CBD. It ended up taking over 2 walls of my flat and made the space feel more fun. I think now part of my motivation as a designer is to make posters that some art kid is gonna tear down and take home and stick it up in their flat to their flatmates or parents chagrin. 

Blue wall

Although it is not in this illustration, the wall in my room of my childhood home is blue, and I would stick things I found interesting up on it. I didn’t realise until I got to uni and all the lecturers talked about collecting stuff that it was a sign of a creative to have the desire to keep everything you find cool. 

Wacom tablet

I brought this Wacom tablet in 2019 or so when I realise I really liked digital art and I wanted to pursue it. It was the cheapest thing I could find and while I should buy a better one, I can’t quite bring myself to spend a thousand dollars when this works.

Midi board

This APC40 mxii board is what I use to operate resolute arena and is the first piece of technology I got any good at using, which is significant to me because technology isn’t my forte!

MacBook Pro

This is the computer I use for uni, which was a hand-me-down from my mother. its the main tool I use for my creative process, from looking for inspiration to sending off a final draft.

Chapter one

This book is written by the founder of thank you, Daniel Flynn. It is one of my favorite books of all time and by far the most inspiring thing to not only my own interest in business but also one’s ability to do good in the world. My dream is to do graphic design for them one day. 

Plants 1

It wasn’t until I moved into my own apartment that I really started to get into taking cuttings and propagating plants, and how my houseplant collection is quite sizable. This isn’t nessecarily strictly related to my creative process, but is a nice way to calm down and nurture a nice space.

Headphones

My WH-100XM4 headphones, which were a gift from my parents in high school, get daily use as listening to music is something I really enjoy- especially when I am spending a lot of time commuting. As I have gotten older I have started to spend more time listening to audio books as well. 

Morgs letter

When I left high school, my beloved art teacher mrs. Morgan, who I would’ve spent the majority of my time with in school over the past three years, wrote me a note on the back of this print. The work ethic, technical skills, and concepts she instilled in me are still something I think about to this day, and I would not be in the place I am if not for her.

2004 Macintosh 

This computer was actually a gift from a friend quite recently, however it reminds me of my childhood spending an hour a day (but no more!) on my parent’s home office Mac. 

The Loyal Workshop bag

The significance of this bag lies in the brand that made it, the Loyal workshop. Their mission is to rescue women from the sex trade and train them with valuable skills and provide employment to them by selling these bags and other high quality leather goods.

‘Are we human’ design book

I recently purchased this book at the AGI conference because it caught my eye due to the beautifully simple binding, and interesting content. I have not had a chance to fully read it yet but look forward to stepping into another persons perspective on art and design.

Pens

Before I got into any form of digital art or design, I have always loved to draw.  It helps me when I can see and visualize things in a tangible way, which is why for this project I wanted to emulate the way I think by illustrating all my items and hung them up in a tangible 3D space. 

Paints

These are the paints I store in a shoebox to use every time I have a painting project. I collected them throughout my years doing paint in high school. They are close to my heart as part of my creativity.

Karangahape road perfume poster

The K road perfume is close to my heart because of it’s link to where I lived for the start of my university degree and it always reminds me of the fun times and also weirder and more dangerous times from K road. Also Sam Stutchbury and his work with and for Motion Sickness is inspiring to me

Plants 2

The first plant is the first plant I brought for myself, about half a year into my house plant collection. Others had been gifts of propagations and this one I paid for! (Shocking, I know)  My aunt runs a flower farm, and gave me the middle plant when I was in high school as a gift. The other rounder plant was a gift from my parents this year as they are finally fueling my plant obsession!

[olivebranchtherapygroup]

Self Care Tips for College Students on a Budget

It goes without saying that college can be stressful. Test anxiety, full course loads, financial worries, relationships, and much more can overwhelm anyone. It’s no surprise that nearly 39% of college students report struggling with at least one mental illness. So what’s a college student to do to help mitigate all this stress and anxiety, without worrying about spending too much money?

“Self care” seems to be the new buzz words when it comes to mental health. Whatever you’d like to call it, the point remains the same: you deserve to take time out of your busy college schedule to de-stress and really focus on yourself. Just like you care for your body when it gets sick, your mental health relies on you to take the time to slow down and “breathe easy.”

Here are 11 self care tips for college students that won’t cause extra stress by breaking the bank:

1. Take a walk outside.

Some time in nature does the body, and mind, good. Get away from that computer screen, even if it’s only for ten minutes, and appreciate the scenery around you. Even if you’re located in a busy city, stepping away from school work and heading to the local park can be a nice break for your overcrowded mind.

2. Write down what you’re grateful for.

Sometimes, to stop the cycle of negative, or anxious thinking, it helps to write down things you are thankful for. By listing what we’re happy to have in our lives, it reminds us that there are indeed good things to look forward to. Journaling in general can also help you clear your burdened mind.

3. Volunteer

Sometimes it helps to get “outside of yourself” and help others. Whether through volunteering at the local animal shelter or offering to help out at a nursing home, volunteering can help build meaningful connections and give your mind a break from your own problems.

4. Do something creative.

It’s perfectly ok to have a little fun and let your mind take a break from studies. Drawing, creative writing, taking pictures, coloring, whatever you like to do. Creativity can even help stimulate your mind in ways that can help with your studies.

5. Take a coffee break.

A cup of coffee can sometimes be just the thing you need. Take a trip to the local coffee shop, or take the time to brew yourself a special cup of joe. While we all know caffeine is a great stimulante, it’s also good to keep in mind that drinking enough water is also important when it comes to staying healthy.

6. Hang out with a friend.

Get out of that dorm room (or apartment/basement/whatever!) Surround yourself with people that appreciate your company and help you grow. College is also a great opportunity to build meaningful relationships, something that is as equally important as education!

7. Take a nap.

We’ve all heard the old adage that college students don’t get enough sleep, but it’s true! Those late nights out partying (or studying) are sabotaging your physical and mental health. Know that when you take the time to take a quick nap, you’re taking care of yourself both in body and mind.

8. Listen to music/a podcast, or read a book.

Breaking away from your current state of mind is easier when you have a good book to read or a favorite album to relax to. Take a trip to the library to pick out something other than a textbook. Don’t want to read? Find new music or a podcast to listen to!

9. Eat a healthy snack.

Just like your body, your mind thrives when it’s treated well. Eating poorly can have negative effects on your state of mind, so take the time to prepare a wholesome snack. Raw fruits and veggies are great inexpensive options.

10. Set some goals.

Find yourself not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel? Preparing for the future can help you destress and motivate you. Set some S.M.A.R.T. goals (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Timely and Realistic,) put them somewhere you’ll see everyday, and last, but not least, don’t forget to reward yourself when you accomplish them!

11. Go to therapy.

You might be pleasantly surprised that yes, therapy can be affordable. Therapy is an excellent way to relieve emotional distress and treat mental illnesses. When researching therapy, look into whether your insurance covers mental health care, and which therapists accept your insurance. If your insurance isn’t covered, or insurance isn’t an option for you, don’t be afraid to ask about payment options. Here at Olive Branch Therapy Group, we accept multiple insurances. Some of our therapists even have sliding payment scales. Find a therapist that resonates with you and give our team a call.

We hope these tips will help you thrive and mitigate the stress that college can sometimes cause. You deserve a break every once in a while!

If you need any additional assistance with managing stress, anxiety, depression or other mental health issues, the team at Olive Branch Therapy Group are always here for you. Feel free to contact us today!

[mayullla]

Title: Genshin Banners and Pulls

Character(s): Childe, Kaeya, Hu Tao (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Sagau; The new re-run banners are up and Aether and Lumine are desperately searching for their little lucky charm sister.

Note: This is inspired by Starlight anon ask~! Writing this instead of music I was listening to Kaeya and Hu Tao's dialogue.... (it is hard to write dialogue alright guys ;-;)

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, child!reader, purely platonic, yandere themes (platonic yandere), mainly fluff

Links: The first part; Siblings' Account

It is not like the twins are cheating when they grab their little sibling placing her on their lap when the new character comes out or there was a rerun for a character they didn't have. The first one to grab you while you were probably drawing or doing your homework, tossed in their arms as they ran to their room while the other sibling screamed that it wasn't fair that they got to you first.

"Aether, you pulled the character first last time! Give _____ to me!!" Lumine yelled as she tried to catch Aether who had you on his shoulder carrying you like a sack of potatoes running to his room's computer. "Sorry Lumine, I got her first!"

Taking a seat with you on his lap he showed you the screen, "Sis don't you wanna see this character more often? If I get them you can make another friend here~ so long as I get them here alright?"

That caught your attention as you looked at the screen, wondering which character was on the banner. "Ohh it is Hu Tao!! You don't have Hu Tao Aether?" You asked rather happy to see Hu Tao again, it was nice to see her again as you waved at the picture. "Lost the 50/50 last time" You heard a small mumble in pain.

"You can meet Hu Tao again in the teapot if you just click that sis!" Aether told you as he pointed at the screen a button that was for a ten pull. Lumine leaned on Aether's shoulder as she and Aether watched you grab the mouse moving the arrow towards the button.

It has been a while now since they started taking you away from whatever you were doing and making you pull almost everything in the game. So often did it happen when you grabbed the mouse and click the wish button did the character they wanted show up in the wish.

It wasn't like your luck was absolutely amazing that you would get like 10 5 stars in a row. But when the two try to wish luck would only let them get a 5 star past 70 wishes with that 50/50 percent chance to worry about But whenever you pulled the character come home a little sooner and almost 80 percent of the time they actually get that character they were hoping for. 

It was at around 40 pity most of the time when the wish turned gold did Lumine and Aether jump in excitement.

Hu Tao was ready to show up on the banner stretching her legs. Lumine already have her on her account so it was only Aether that didn't. She already has a bond with you but it is nice to see you on both accounts.

"Well time to get rea-..." She noticed Mona walking over did Hutao quickly notice what she was planning.

"No, no Mona it is my turn to show up don't you think so?" Hu Tao said walking up to the hydro girl with a smile on her face. Mona sighed telling Hu Tao that it was basically fate and that it was her turn to appear in game right now. 

It was only natural for a fight to happen right after no?

This is what always happens while you wish, the banner characters would have a fight with one or two standard characters before appearing. Not to the point of death no, no, but more so like a race on who gets to reach that door that was basically the way to that gold wish.

"HU TAO!!! I GOT HUTAOO!!!" Aether jumped as he tossed you into the air cheering that he finally, finally got Hu Tao after so long. You giggled, laughing as you got launched into the air only to get snatched by Lumine who ran to her room asking you to help her pull for Tartaglia and later in the standard banner for Amber. "Just say their name and they will show up, alright sis?" Lumine told you.

Lumine was able to get Childe after 30 wishes which she cheered over but was a little let down when she got another character than Amber when you pulled that 10 standard wishes she saved but she shall take getting another constellation for Kaeya a win!

It was around then when Aether who was also in Lumine's room did the two started talking about how to build Hu Tao. Childe was a character that Lumine already have but wanted a constellation for so she already kind of built him, but Aether needed a little help from Lumine about Hu Tao and asked her to move to his room for a moment.

"Psst! Pssst!! Hey, girly!" You looked at the screen of Lumine's computer and smiled waving at Childe, Hu Tao and Kaeya who were at the screen. 

"Hello big brother!"

"...why are you so cute-" Childe asked, covering his face when he heard you call him big brother. Really you remind him so much of his siblings, especially Teucer, if he could just grab you right now, hug you and introduce you to his family you would fit right at home.

Should he do it?

You are just a few steps away for him to just grab you and bring you here. How unfortunate it was when that Kaeya had somehow read his mind, placing a hand on his shoulder as a warning with a smile on his face.

Too bad… This was Childe who we are talking about who just smiled right back.

"Hello, little one. How are you?" Hu Tao greeted and smiled when you called her sister. Really you started calling many characters sister and brother if not that then aunty or uncle. It is funny when Zhongli tried to make you call him uncle yet you continually called him grandpa.

"Isn't Amber a bit mad right now because of you Mr. Kaeya?" Hu Tao asked slyly.

"She was so close to releasing that arrow on you comrade." Childe chimed in.

"Brother Kaeya just wanted to tease Sister Amber a bit!" You said cheerfully, mentally you already knew that you will be seeing Amber in the next 10 or 20 wishes or even less if she is that determined to push the 3 star weapons away somehow.

"You know me very well, _____." Kaeya nodded at your words, a smirk still on his lips. "I am sure she will forgive me. I just have to get her a drink or two."

"Sister, where is the ghostie?" You asked soon changing the topic, you could not see the little ghost. Hu Tao giggled when you asked her hat moving a bit till you saw the small ghost peeking from the cap.

The two of you, started to talk as Hu Tao started to ramble about the things that she has done to make a business. If Zhongli was here he would have tried to stop her from talking anymore in fear that you might become like her but unfortunately, it was only Childe and Kaeya who could stop her.

Which unfortunately they won't, they find it too amusing to stop the two of you when you were only having fun.

“You know comrade, you shouldn't stop me like that I would have taken it as a challenge when I noticed your glare,” Childe said in the background small enough for you not to hear it, with a smile but Kaeya could hear the threat behind it.

“Don’t think for a second I didn't see your hand flinch when she removed her attention from you. Be honest comrade, you are jealous when the attention isn't on you.”

“Is that why you took Amber’s place on the standard wish banner? How sad my friend.” Childe was smiling, yet his eyes were mocking and cold. “How sad really that we could only ever see you in the standard banner. You will never get a rate up, unlike others.”

Kaeya looked at you his eyes hardening at every insult thrown at him, he started to understand Diluc’s hate towards the harbingers now. Should he join him one time to clean up Monstade of them soon?

He also had a smile on his face, “You are rather good at jokes it seems for a fatui. I only want to tease Amber and Lumine a little, nothing wrong with that.” Kaeya chuckled a bit, “I was just worried really seeing such…odd behaviors coming from the 11th harbingers, I was worried that he was dumb enough not to understand something as simple as not doing something entirely stupid.”

“You must be in a bad mood today just to appear here in the banner, you had to fight with master Diluc no? To be honest I thought that you would lose seeing how much hp you lost compared to him. Barely managing to scrape by.? You aren't much are you.”

“Hmmm, it seems that there is a quarrel between the two boys.” Childe and Kaeya looked towards Hu Tao and you behind the screen. “We should not fight when it is a happy occasion that we get to talk to _____.” There was a glint in Hu Tao’s eyes, telling them to be careful of what they say.

Watching them argue like this Hu Tao wondered if maybe it was the stuffiness that they were nothing but a puppet to many. The words that they must repeat over and over for others, and that even with you they must be careful.

And you. You who are are like a little sister to all of them, a family, yet a sister who they adore so far out of reach.

“Not it is nothing of that sort I assure you,” Kaeya said, his voice airly as if it didn't hold that sharpness it had earlier.

“Yes, nothing wrong here.” Childe too had a smile on his face, natural in your eyes yet his lifeless eyes were still so obvious to the other two.

[protect-anthony-edward-stark]

Facts about Tony's workshop

• His workshop is where Tony's ideas come to life. On the tables there are a lot of things like blue prints and computers where Tony can write down all his new genius ideas, pencils, digital pens, tools, Stark Industries mugs, screens, and several large scientific books. His garage is filled floor to ceiling with holographic interfaces and futuristic creations, but Tony also really loves to get his hands dirty, tinker and create new things

• He created an immersive holographic environment in his workshop generated by multiple projectors installed in the glass floor and ceiling. Every glass surface, from windows to counters, is a potential interface. Gesture controls allow Tony to zoom, rotate and manipulate the projections

• He made a specialized keyboard to interact with Jarvis, and has developed a series of exclusive pictograms for it, including electrical engineering symbols and characters from the mayan alphabet

• Tony is surrounded by the robots he created when he was 16 years old and which still accompany him since, DUM-E and U. And his autonomous artificial intelligence JARVIS, which can communicate through holographic, tactile and vocal interfaces. More than just assistants, they are also his closest friends

• Tony often uses his cars, so all of them have a full tank and the keys in the ignition. They come from all over the world, and all are in pristine condition. Many are prototypes that were never mass-produced. He also keep old cars like the 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster that he already used to repair with his father when he was a kid

• When he's working on something, Tony can stay in his lab for hours without leaving it, so he's set up a corner of his workshop as a small kitchenette, with an espresso. maker, various cups, and a fridge with drinks. There is also a couch and a TV where Tony can take a break or watch the news and see what is going on in the world

• His suits means a lot to him, and Tony want to give them a special place in his workshop. So he made the Hall of Armor, displaying the very first armors he created from Mark I to VI. He also has a wine cellar, a tempered basement located below the workshop, housing the Mark VIII to XLI

• In his workshop you can see old gas station signs, a Barnett Newman painting, small sculptures, propeller on the wall, airplanes model, pictures of his father, a wii, car magazines, a skateboard.. He likes to listen to music while he works so he also has a juke box and a record player. I really love how there are touches of his personality everywhere

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 💖

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#BringBackTonyStarktolife

[sparkbeast20]

Get me a picture of Solomon Shirtless

“The first person who can get me a picture of Solomon shirtless, I’m officially yours.”

The room fill with sound of spilt takes, things falling, and hand slamming on the table. All the brothers turn to you, some widen eyes and others mouths open.

Lucifer asks you why would want a picture of Solomon.

Your simple answer “I want to see his pact marks” you got up and walk out the room, leaving them with “I’m dead serious”

Lucifer

· Child’s play

· He calls Solomon over to discuss “human” topics

· They were in the library with books display about pacts and effects.

· He’ll asks Solomon about his pact marks.

· But Solomon natural self, asks Lucifer to make a pact with him.

· Lucifer refuse, and ask about a certain demon he “knows” if Solomon made a pact with that demon.

· His say yes, unbutton his uniform, and points on the pact mark.

· Lucifer quickly brought out his phone and took the picture.

· But Solomon hands were in the way.

· Darn, he wasn’t quick enough.

· Solomon tells Lucifer, he’ll let him take a picture, if he says please.

· I WILL KILL YOU.

· he wants this to be over so, he took a deep breath, gives Solomon a fake smile and said please, through his teeth.

· With that, Solomon opens his uniform and let Lucifer take one photo.

· Thanking Solomon, and walks away.

· He asks you to meet him in his study.

· You came, sat on the chair right in front of his desk while sat on the opposite side.

· He brought out an envelop with the picture, and slowly bringing closer to you, but quickly taking it back.

· His ask to you to only seeing it once, you nod and he gave it to you.

· You took it out of the envelop, take a long good look of it, then tearing it in front of him.

· Shock Lucifer was about to get up, when you place a hand above his

· squishing his hand tell him.

· “You won Lucifer, I’m all yours”

Mammon

· He will get that photo at all cause.

· A loud knock at the doors of Purgatory Hall.

· Poor Luke had to get up to answer the door.

· He opens it to see Mammon with a camera that he “borrowed” from Levi or Asmo.

· He asks where’s Solomon with an aggressive tone.

· Luke tells him to go home, but Mammon just repeats the question.

· Luke just wanting to go back to bed, he points Mammon to Solomon’s room.

· Solomon making potion, heard his door kick open, he turns to see Mammon in the middle of the door frame.

· “Mammon! What are doing here- “

· “Take off your shirt”

· “What!”

· “I need a picture of your pact marks”

· “NO!”

· Mammon ran toward Solomon, he quickly dodges the demon, he grabs a potion and throw it at Mammon.

· He got hit, but for whatever he powers through the effect of the potion. (Power of love, I guess.)

· AH! It hurts but I NEED THAT PHOTO

· And he starts throwing potion, this fight took why too long.

· Early in the morning, you heard a knock on your door, you got up and walk over there.

· You open to see a tired Mammon, half of his hair colored, his shirt and pants is complete mess.

· Before you could say anything, handed over the camera with Solomon picture display on the screen.

· He drags himself to your bed and complete collapse on it.

· You called to him, he looks up to you, you’re still looking at the photo, then you look at him, with the camera screen face him.

· With one press of a button, you deleted the photo right in front of him.

· Mammon jaw drop, but you sat next to him.

· Cupping his face, rubbing your thumb on his cheek you tell him.

· “Congratulation Great Mammon, I’m all yours”

Leviathan

· He didn’t believe it at first.

· But when he saw his brothers is thinking, especially Mammon, he knew this was for real.

· Then a light bulb lit up in his head, his face grows devious smile.

· He has a plan.

· He invited Solomon over to help him with something.

· He opens the door to Levi’s room to see, a green screen and four sets of cameras all facing the center of the room.

· Levi greets Solomon, and tells him that he needs someone to model for his 3D character his making.

· Solomon agrees, but Levi say that he has to be shirtless for first part.

· Solomon asks why.

· He answers because the character has to have a default look, so he can add outfit in the future.

· With that, Levi got the photos, and proud of himself for not making things awkward.

· But he didn’t expect for Solomon to stay and watch how to make a 3D model.

· Oh I didn’t think this through.

· After a couple of hours of faking doing 3D model in a computer, the results were horrible.

· Levi feeling embarrass, he hides his face on the desk with his arms covering his head.

· Solomon tells him to find a different hobby, and leaves.

· It was the middle of the night when you heard a knock on the door.

· You told them to come in.

· The door open to revel Levi exhausted and red on the face, he raises his hand with the picture of Solomon.

· You got up, walk over to Levi.

· The two of you walk to your bed and sat down, you took the photos.

· You stared in each photo, then tear it in to pieces.

· Levi was about to scream because of your action, when lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling it.

· Then you when near his ear and whisper.

· “Lord of shadow, I’m all your”

Satan

· He got angry a little bit about the task.

· there’s has to have a reason.

· Being cautious he messages Solomon about this.

· A laughing emoji pop up, then a text “they’re that desperate”

· Rage did begin to describe how piss of Satan was.

· Solomon had the gall to call you desperate.

· Later the evening, Solomon was in the common room of Purgatory Hall.

· Still thinking about his text with Satan, when he notices the window is crack open.

· He walks over, he was about to close it, when a hand grabs his wrist.

· Solomon looks out the window to see Satan in his demon form, mouthing “TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT”.

· At breakfast, everyone was eating and planning, when suddenly Satan walks in with a smile on his face.

· He saw you eating your breakfast, he walks over place the picture of a scare shirtless Solomon next to your plate.

· You almost choke to see it.

· While everyone else is shock and disappointed that Satan manage to get the picture.

· You grab the picture off the table, took a long good look then tear it.

· Most of the brothers were shock, and Satan was about to break something, when you gesture him to come closer.

· He leans near you, then you whisper in his ear.

· “Thank you, Satan I’m all your”

Asmodeus

· That’s easy, Solomon wouldn’t say no to him, right?

· The next day, Asmo want to Purgatory Hall to get the pictures he needed.

· But when he asks where’s Solomon, Luke said that his hiding from him and his brother.

· Oh so, he wants to this game… well challenge accepted old friend.

· Asmo use all his socials give out a message.

· “If you spot Solomon, DM me his location”

· Within the hour, Asmo knows where Solomon is.

· But every time he gets close, Solomon manages to get away.

· After 20 attempts of catching Solomon, Asmo finally cornered him, but at a cause.

· Determine, tired and anger, a messes Asmo tells Solomon to give up.

· Knowing Asmo rage can rivel Satan, Solomon gave up.

· After taking the photo, Asmo asks Solomon why he was hiding.

· Solomon simple answer “I like a challenge”

· You were in the common room, when Asmo show up with the photos.

· He was is a mess when gave you the photos.

· After giving them a good stare, you rip up the photos.

· Asmo gasp, then quickly engulf in your embrace, and tell him.

· “I’m all yours, Asmo”

Beelzebub

· He’ll just ask him, what could go wrong.

· He just when over to Purgatory Hall to get the photo.

· When he saw Luke and Simeon speed walking away from their dorm.

· Are they going out somewhere?

· The door open, Solomon welcome Beel.

· I have a bad feeling.

· Once inside, Beel when straight to the point, and asks Solomon a picture of his pact marks.

· He would gladly accept, but he has to finish his dinner all on his own.

· Sweat drip down from Beel’s forehead, he knows where this is going.

· With one final breath, Beel tells Solomon that he’ll help him with his dinner.

· Solomon smile and asks Beel to follow him in to the dining hall.

· Dizzy, Beel awakes up from a food coma.

· He saw Solomon taking picture of himself in the mirror.

· He turns to greet Beel, and hand over his phone.

· However, Beel asks him one more thing.

· “Sure, what is it?”

· “Tell me all about your pact marks, while I write the down”

· You were at the kitchen making cupcakes, when Beel comes in.

· He gave you the photos and notes about the pacts.

· You folded the note and hide it in your pocket, but the photos you tear it up.

· Beel’s jaw drop, but you place a cupcake in it, and gave him hug.

· “You did so much Beel, I’m all yours.”

Belphegor

· He thought to himself “just a picture, hm easy”

· When luck comes his way, Belphie saw Solomon at their gate.

· Solomon was about to enter woods nearby, Belphie asks what he was doing here.

· He said that, he was get some ingredients for a potion his making.

· Belphie tells Solomon, he’ll help him in exchange he wants one photo of him showing his pact marks on his torso.

· Solomon agrees, and the two when into the woods.

· The first thing they need was salamander slim.

· However, those things are slippering every time Belphie grab on to it, the Salamander slide out of his hands.

· After 5 attempts, they manage to get the slim.

· Then a certain fur from a cougar fang.

· Belphie got scratch.

· Then finally 10 seven leafs clovers

· Fuck! those things are rare, are you insane.

· After hours of looking, they found ten clovers.

· Once they got out the woods, Belphie brought out his phone and gave to Solomon.

· “Deals a deal I don’t want to see you shirtless so, take them over there”

· You were in the music room listening to favorite songs, when Belphie walks in, phone in hand.

· He sat next to you and gave you his phone with the picture.

· You look at the picture, while you took of your earphone off.

· Belphie widen eyes when he saw you delete the photo.

· You hand over his phone back, with an angry look on his face grab hold on the phone, but you didn’t let go.

· Instead, you place your other hand over his, rubbing it, he looks back to you.

· You smile and grab his hand, and tell him.

· “Wonder work Belphie, I’m all yours”

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Epilogue

You were leaning in bed with the winner, the room was peaceful and quiet, you turn over him seeing his calm and happy.

A moment of silent was break by a sound from your D.D.D, you grab it and got out of bed, you bend over to kiss him on top of his head, and told him that you were going to the bathroom, he sleepy nod, then you walk out.

You close the door of the bathroom, and see how texted you.

Solomon

That was really daring of you to ask them that.

I told you, I’ll get you back

But I didn’t expect him to that.

I always make things hard for your “champion”

You really did, but that not what a reply to you.

Oh! What is it

I want to thank you

Thank me for what, I gave him a hard time, well hard time for him.

Exactly, he when so far to get a picture of you Shirtless.

He was confused at first but I show him that I don’t need a picture of some else.

So, Thank you, Solomon I got a Boyfriend out of it.

[struggling-with-time]

How to spiral out of control [Simpbur x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x fem!reader (Simpbur x reader)

Summary: How simpbur became simpbur. And how you grew up and lived with him.

Warnings: Obsession, unhealthy obsession, stalking, murder, drugging, unhealthy relationship, and Simpbur being a creep.

Words: 5K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Listen I had brainrot. And I don't know how to defend this. (Also requests are still open! Click here!) And it's unedited for now it's 5:12 am here I will edit later today

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Wilbur was a pretty insignificant child. The death of his mother being one of the most interesting things about his childhood. While he claimed not to blame his youngest brother for the loss of his mother. He certainly had a funny way of showing his youngest brother affection.

Wilbur is the middle child of three. A charming but quiet and well accomplished older brother, who seems to never have to end to his dedication neither success. And his youngest brother, a loud ball of sunshine that just seems to make everyone in a good mood. Truly good with people, something Wilbur never seemed to grasp.

His whole childhood tainted by that fact. Always living in the shadow of his brothers, the clear favourites of everyone who came near the family of four.

So his grades was just average, never good enough to get acknowledged, never bad enough to need extra attention. Just average, like the rest of him. He grew up lanky, not athletic neither unable to run. Wilbur was grey in a family of golden people. His father raised them alone for most of Wilbur’s life. His father that despite never saying it out loud had clear favourites in his brothers. It was always, oh and Wilbur too!

Never him, never just him.

So, Wilbur spent most of his childhood lonely, disregarded and weird. A pitiful child. A pathetic child.

The thing is there was one thing, that made Wilbur worth anyone’s time. One person. You.

His childhood best friend.

Well, that’s what anyone who only knew Wilbur would say. Because you were the only friend he had. However, it was different for you, although the two of you were good friends, you wouldn’t call him your best friend for years. That didn’t happen till you became teenagers.

You had always tried your best to include the weird kid in playdates, birthday parties, and playground games. But nobody else seemed to find him worth their time, with his weird and morbid comments. But you persisted that he wasn’t that weird, besides his older brother was really cool.

So, you stick around, you stick around as playdates become hangouts, as dolls become makeup, and homework goes from learning to read to writing essays.

While you had many friends, both come and go and stay, Wilbur had been there for as long as you could remember. A playground proposal documented on home video. And a remake of it on the day of your school dance. You had played along, but it was known to everyone that your childhood friend wanted to be more than friends. But you stayed, smiled for the camera and laughed it off.

Then the school dance was over, and the last exam had been taken. That’s when you moved a country over, and slowly you lost contact with the people you used to call friends, but Wilbur stayed. Wilbur always stayed.

He finally got the spot as the best friend in your mind too. A definite win in his book.

Wilbur had always been odd, a bit to the left of normal. But now, with distance and screens in between you, he only started to act more concerning. This was around the time he started talking about feeling depressed and useless.

Of course, you always told him you didn’t believe that, what else were you supposed to say? Your friendship turning more and more into therapy sessions once a week for Wilbur on your end. While for him it was the highlight of his week.

Clicking the call button beside your profile picture, an anime girl from one he had recommended to you himself. One he had stayed up an entire night to shift through different animes to find the perfect one to send your way. One he was guaranteed you would watch.

“Wilbur, I should really get off.”

“C’mon stay on just a bit later, please.”

The silence deafening over the video call, he watches you intensely as you pull your legs into your chest, your shitty webcam standing beside you on your bed.

Wilbur reached out for the energy drink beside him, a new habit he has picked up. The more hours spent on the computer, the more he seemed to consume.

“Fine, just half an hour more. But then it’s the last half hour.”

Wilbur smiles at that, you choosing him over everything else in the world. He likes that, he likes that a lot. You valuing him. Spending time with him, and only him. Your attention is his.

“We could always fall asleep on call, then we could keep talking.”

“Another day Wilbur, another day.”

That. That sentence he on the other hand didn’t like. Not one bit. A promise never kept. A promise left unspoken and unpromised from your side, but a broken and abandoned promise on his side.

Then there was the wall incident.

Wilbur wouldn’t have told you if it weren’t for you noticing the hole in his wall. One that matched his fist quite neatly. His father had taken his PS4 in punishment for Wilbur using so much the WiFi plan to call you. At least that’s what he told you.

In reality, he had gotten into a fight with his older brother, his brother had asked about you, how you were doing, and if he could say hi during a call. There was something about the words that had irked Wilbur, something that set him off, something about him that made his brother seem dangerous to Wilbur. So, he had decked his older brother in the face. Causing a blackeye to occur.

In return, Wilbur now sported a big black and blue spot from where he hit the floor. His brother having immediately tackled him.

And to Wilbur that had confirmed his thoughts. Other guys are dangerous, he’s the only one you should rely on.

The wall had taken the brunt of his rage that night, a screaming match with his dad that ended with his little brother getting sent to his friends' house, and his PS4 getting confiscated until Wilbur had gotten a job and was able to pay back the damages.

And he did get a job, much to your surprise. But you had encouraged him throughout it all. A dead-end cashier job that only seemed to make his world staler and more bothersome than before.

A time where he searched for every distraction possible, gaming, music, you.

You were proud of him when he got the hole in his wall fixed, and even more when he kept his job. And Wilbur doesn’t remember you ever giving him more praise than the day he told you he was starting to investigate going to university.

Naturally, you helped him, and along the way, Wilbur picked up a guitar. A new asset to his den of depression that his room had become, decked in led lights, and overpriced RGB gaming stuff.

The university acceptance came rather quick, and suddenly Wilbur was packing up his life and heading to university. Boxes filled with stuff he barely remembered owning, and kitchen appliances that would never see the light of the day.

And he can feel you starting to drift, already busy with your own life. But he clings to you.

He stays, Wilbur always stays in your life. Even when you drift.

Wilbur knows it’s affecting him. It’s not hidden from anyone. The longer that goes between the two of you talking, the sourer his mood gets. The longer you don’t respond to him, the more messages he sends. The more information he craves to know.

Who are you talking to?

Who are you seeing?

Who is so much more important than him?

Hadn’t he always been there for you?

Hadn’t he always stayed?

You owe him.

Wilbur grows bitter and resentful. But not to you, never to you. But for everyone around you. His biggest joys in life now coming from the ungodly amount of caffeine he drinks, and whenever you reach out first.

This is why the day you call him asking for help is forever a day that will bring him joy.

“Hey Will, you’re really good with tech, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me start streaming.”

He chokes on the energy drink. He chokes on his words. He chokes on the air. He drowns.

His heart aching. His anger festering. His-

“Sure.”

He hears himself respond before he can even process the thought.

It takes him 2 days of absence from university, and what feels like 2 even longer nights, before he’s an expert on how to stream. He reads everything he can find, he watched everything that gets suggested.

You asked him for help, so he will help.

But Wilbur, spends these hours conflicted. You want his help, not someone else’s, someone lesser than him. Him.

But at the same time. His mind keeps wandering, isn’t he enough any longer? Isn’t he good enough for you? Why isn’t he good enough for you? Why? Why?

And thus, he learns you how to use the software, and beings alongside you. He finds comfort in knowing most of your streams whenever possible is spent with him on a call with you.

Although that happens after hours of pestering, that doesn’t matter. He gets to talk to you, while the rest is limited to a measly chat.

You seem to find yourself comfortably in the gaming category, slowly growing. Slowly rising.

Wilbur’s own streams, on the other hand, feels more like incoherent rants interrupted by his guitar plays. And once in a blue moon, you are on call with him.

It doesn’t take long before he gives up, watching you grow. Finding more comfort in watching you, instead of being the watched. Not that anyone really did watch him besides for you.

Wilbur stays out of a camera, as you only seem to grow more comfortable being in front of one.

The first time you have someone on a call with you on stream, who isn’t Wilbur. He just can’t help but break his bedside lamp. It’s a guy nonetheless. A guy from the internet. The type of guy Wilbur has never been shy to tell you horror stories about.

And this is where another bad habit of his started to emerge. He just can’t help himself. But you’re laughing with someone else. You’re smiling for someone else. You’re his. Not anyone else’s. His. His. His.

Wilbur is quick to find the donating button he had helped you set up himself. At that time it had only been used a couple of times. Nothing big. But Wilbur wants big. He wants attention. He wants you.

He fumbles with his credit card as he keys in the numbers, he’s a bit too familiarised with them. Because anything he can get from the internet will be delivered that way.

And then the notification pops up on your screen. A donation number you had never expected. And you start crying. Right there. Right on stream. And Wilbur sucks it up. He sucks it right up that you’re crying for him, whiling praising him, and only him.

The match you were playing ruined, and Wilburs smile only grows as he hears the familiar tone of discord receiving a call.

That night. You had ditched the fellow streamer to thank Wilbur and hang out with him.

Something you never thought you would regret.

But oh, how you did. How you did.

It takes Wilbur around 2 months to get used to a large sum of money means special attention to him, and only him. For everyone to see.

And he can feel you pulling away, so each time he donates, it’s bigger. Larger. Grander.

He’s never on your stream without a donation anymore. Never on call for free. But Wilbur doesn’t mind, because everyone gets to see you’re his.

And he keeps increasing the amount as you keep growing until he hits a stalemate. He’s using half of his paycheck on you, while he doesn’t mind going hungry a couple of days. His bills won’t wait for him. And he has been living away from home for far too long to ever think about calling up his father and ask for money.

Not to mention his oldest brother would never. Then neither will Wilbur. Because Wilbur is better. Better than all of them.

The larger your stream grows, the closer graduation arrives, and then Wilbur is sitting in another apartment. Another dead-end job. Another grey life.

Another dull life passing him by. Your voice constantly on loop his apartment. Constantly filling his life. As it always has. But to you, Wilbur is barely a part of your everyday. Only really showing up when a donation comes in. As you once again tell him not to spend money on you.

But he seems to stay. Wilbur always stays.

He’s the first to like anything you post on social media. Always online never off. Always lurking. Never missing. Never absent. He’s always there.

Wilbur never misses a stream; he schedules his life around yours. Even if you’re a country away.

And then one day you’re not. You’re not a country away, you’re moving back. You’re moving closer. And suddenly you live an hour away by car. Instead of an airplane ride, and shitty trains.

Suddenly Wilbur can see himself get a foot in the door. No longer grasping onto his parasitic parasocial friendship with you. He can see himself being more than the childhood friend who has always been there. He can see himself as the partner that always is there.

Wilbur is giddy the entire car ride. He’s giddy as he feels his bag burn on his shoulder. And he’s giddy until the second you embrace him in a hug and welcome him into your new apartment.

It’s bigger than the one you’ve had since university.

And then his future crumbles. You start talking about a guy named Jared. Fucking Jared. Why did even his name have to leave a sour taste in his mouth? A guy you met over the internet. Not just any guy. No specifically the fucker from the first time Wilbur had donated.

Apparently, he wasn’t a streamer, but a friend you had made during your 2 years you lived at university but never told Wilbur about. Not a single mention of him, and suddenly he’s all you’re talking about.

How could Wilbur have known? You hadn’t even mentioned him on stream. Wilbur always listened so carefully, writing down everyone you mentioned. You had called him attentive once, and he would never want to disappoint you. Maybe if he was attentive enough you would look his way.

Instead, here you are talking about this Jared guy. And Wilbur knows what he has to do. A thought he has been toying with for around 3 years now. Ever since you went to Disneyland together. A trip he paid for, and a trip that was streamed, so everyone could see you were his. You were always his.

That was easily his favourite video.

In the week up to the vacation, Wilbur had done everything he could to learn about cameras so he could help you, and do the most for you. He had even helped you sort through some of the non-streamed videos he filmed too for a YouTube video for you.

Which is where he found the clip of you changing.

The camera had been resting on your hotel bed, the video having a clear Dutch angle, leaving the hotel room slandered. But there you were, right square and centre still. Changing. It takes you a minute to finish before you turn around and pick the camera up again. Mumbling something as you turn it to show off your hotel room, and then the clip cuts to black.

He never told you about it, instead just saving that specific clip on a USB stick. A piece of tech he valued more than his life. Not that his life had ever been worth much in comparison to his.

Wilbur rips his bag open, careful not to make a lot of noise. He removed his clothes, and then the fake bottom. And underneath it reveals small security cameras.

Wilbur has never been more thankful for you being a heavy sleeper and letting him sleep on a mattress on the floor of your bedroom. He quietly sets up two in your bedroom, before moving into the rest of your house. One in your office that has been converted to a streaming room. His own personal angle to your public life.

Two more in the living room, he skips the kitchen and hesitates at the door of your bathroom. For the first time, he hesitates. His hand hovers over the doorknob, the other holding the camera.

“Wilbur?”

You’re standing in the hallway, sleep evident on your face.

“Will why are you making so much noise?”

“No reason darling, go back to bed, just needed some water.”

His breath is stuck in his throat until he hears you close the bedroom door again.

That was the first time he hesitated. And his last. He couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t afford to lose you further.

The rest of the trip passes Wilbur by as you introduce him to Jared. The douchebag himself. The asshole. The guy who dares take away what is Wilbur’s. Even on the ride home. All Wilbur can see is Jared’s image etched into his mind. His god-awful fashion sense. The way everything, he wore around you, just seemed to be a size too small. Nobody wants to see that fuckers’ muscles. Wilbur’s knuckles turn white, as he grips the steering wheel.

Jared has to go.

He’s ruining everything. He’s not part of the dream you told Wilbur you had. Jared has never been part of that. Wilbur was supposed to be part of that. Even if the dream changed through the year. Even if the one you’re living now is the unimaginable future the two of you imagined up at seventeen. But one thing was sure. Jared wasn’t part of that. Wilbur was.

Wilbur easily finds himself a new normal at home. The trip giving him a refreshed sense of hope. A plan in the making. His daily routine now including watching you all hours of the day. Not just your streams any longer. Every single second he can wrench out of those cameras.

And suddenly his friendship seems to improve with you too. Because now he can see when you’re sad and in need of a friend. He reaches out at the perfect time. Abusing your vulnerable state. Because it’s the best to do. It’s for the betterment of your future.

The more Wilbur is there for you, the more he resents Jared. He deserved to be in your bed, not that asshole. He deserves to reap the rewards of his hard labour. He is the one that has always been there because Wilbur has always stayed.

A simple click is all it takes for Wilbur and the item has been placed in a cart. Mere keystrokes and it has been paid. A single click and Wilbur has truly gone insane, as a packet is shipped off. A packet containing a bottle of sleeping pills.

The next time you invite Wilbur down, you barely recognise him as you open the door. Eyebags so deep you’ve never seen before. His entire body slightly twitching, and that manic smile on his lips. Wilbur brushes your concerns off, claiming that’s just what happens in real workplaces. Not that you would know anything about that.

Wilbur hates the feeling of insulting you, but you had barely responded the entire week. You deserved to suffer for a moment. Before he caves and apologises for being rude. That’s the moment you can see the resembles of his normal being as he hangs his shoulders.

Jared comes over that night. Just as Wilbur had planned. And this time he won’t hesitate. He even bought a bigger car for this.

Wilbur offers to mix the drinks, claiming to have learnt a new recipe. Which isn’t a lie, he has learned how to perfect just the right cocktail thick enough that covers the chalky residue of the pills. And sweet enough to make the bitter taste disappear.

He serves them, keeping a watchful eye as the night drags on, and Jared never seems to shut up. But Wilbur can deal with it for one night. Just for one. And then he won’t ever have to worry about Jared again.

He serves another.

And then another drink.

And finally. Finally. You’re starting to get tired. Slowly leaning against Wilbur. And he takes pride in that. Great pride. You didn’t choose to lean against Jared, you’re leaning against Wilbur.

Wilbur sits still until Jared too is starting to fall asleep. Wilbur is ecstatic.

He gets up slowly, gently laying you down, a pillow underneath your face. A blanket over you. He kisses your forehead and smells your hair. Taking in the shampoo scent still lingering.

Then Wilbur gets moving, he has stuff to do. Plans to execute after all.

He does his best to get Jared’s left arm over his shoulders. But their awkward height difference makes it difficult, but he can make it work. It has to work. He only gets one shot.

Wilbur gets the front door open before he realises a fatal flaw in his plan. He has to drag Jared down 3 floors worth of stairs. He realises he can’t do it the way he is now. He has to drag him down by his armpits instead.

It takes him the first flight of stairs to realise Jared shoes are making too much noise. He has to abandon them, Wilbur awkwardly gets Jared leaned against the wall before he removes Jared’s polished black shoes. Wilbur leaves them there, making a mental note to remember them when he comes back.

The rest of the stairs, while difficult and definitely breathtaking for someone who has no muscle strength. He makes it work. Wilbur actually makes it work.

He made it work. It worked. Oh god. It’s working.

Wilbur repositions Jared once more, his arm once again over Wilbur’s shoulders. The night sky greeting him as he steps out of the apartment complex. With great difficulty, Wilbur gets the two of them over to his car, where he throws open the trunk. In the proceed shaking the car, setting off the car alarm. Wilbur is quick to drop Jared as he fumbles after his car keys. It takes him nearly a full minute to turn off the car alarm.

Wilbur curses under his breath.

Annoyed with the time loss. He finally gets the knocked-out Jared into his trunk, and he shuts it again. Just as a front door in the apartment complex opens. A man steps out. He raises a hand to Wilbur, before pulling out a smoke.

Wilbur shuffles on his feet before raising a hand. And then awkwardly gets into his car.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

He has a body in his trunk. Now he just has to get to the harbour. Wilbur starts the car and starts the ride to the harbour a town over.

Half an hour has gone past when Wilbur is pulling the handbrake, and taking the keys out. He’s quick to get out, and even quicker to get to Jared. Wilbur keeps thinking about you. Your smile. Your kindness. Your voice. Your beauty. Your grace. As his hands are securing zip ties around the wrists and ankles of an unconscious man.

He has to go.

Wilbur reminds himself.

A cloth is tied around Jared’s filthy mouth, and then Wilbur is back to dragging him. It’s both easier and harder. Easier before he’s just dragging him across the pebbles and over to the brink of the harbour. Both of his arms are under both of Jared’s.

But it’s harder because if someone sees him it’s going to get difficult to explain. But nobody does. As far as Wilbur is aware.

So a splash is made by a body, and Jared is unceremoniously sinking to the bottom of the ocean floor.

Wilbur takes one more breath of fresh air. Before turning around and getting back into his new car.

He’s quick to arrive at your apartment complex. The man was no longer there. Wilbur goes to grip the front door. It doesn’t bulge.

Oh yeah, it’s locked.

He fishes the copy he made of your house key from his keychain and lets himself into the building he doesn’t live in. An invited guest, that has turned out to be an uninvited one.

He can feel the tiredness setting in his bones, as he ascends the stairs. And the realisation that he just killed someone hasn’t dawned on him yet. Instead, all his muscles are aching, and his eyes barely staying open.

He stumbles into your apartment. Another kiss gets left on your forehead as he goes for your bed. The smell is so nice. It’s so obvious to him this is where you sleep. And he’s soaking in each moment until his eyes are giving out.

His night remaining dreamless, instead, he gets awoken rather rudely around noon. You’ve pulled the comforter off him and told him to get up, so the two of you can spend some timeacting together. and Wilbur happily does that.

Not at all acing like a man who purposely took another person’s life mere hours ago. You rush him to get into his clothes. As you have something planned for rest of the day out of the apartment. You’re talking his ears off as you descend the first flight stairs your personal puppy in tow.

When you stop dead in your tracks. Wilbur nearly stumbles into you.

“Will, is that Jared’s shoes?”

And right there is in fact Jared’s shoes. The pair Wilbur had forgotten all about. The pair he had left unintentionally.

“Are you sure about that? Thought he already left.” Wilbur lies, he may be awkward, but he has gotten pretty good at lying to you through the years.

“Yeah yeah, you’re right. Why would he leave his shoes?”

The question gets left unanswered, and the tension is thick until you get outside, and the sun is shining. It seems it knows too of how good this day is for Wilbur, a dawn of a new era. Where you will finally acknowledge him as the perfect one for you.

The man from the nightstand once again with a smoke and raises his hand to greet Wilbur, once again Wilbur shuffles on his feet before he raises a hand back. You look at him weirdly, and Wilbur shrugs it off.

The rest of the day happening without any mishaps or other incidents. But the shoes just can’t seem to leave your mind, despite how hard Wilbur is trying to distract you.

And then the afternoon passes, and the night, and the car ride, and Wilbur is once again home. And as soon as the door closes. He crumbles down on the floor.

Oh god.

He did it.

He actually fucking did it.

He isn’t useless.

He’s fucking Wilbur, and Wilbur stays in your life. Even when you make such stupid mistakes as falling for another person. There’s only one person for you and that’s him.

You’re actually the first one to call him this time, and the smile never leaves his lips. Even if the call is about Jared. And how worried you are about not having heard from him. Wilbur just tells you; you should have listened to him. Guys on the internet are just like that. And that you deserve better. Someone like him.

You laugh at this and thank him for calming you down.

Wilbur suddenly loves phone calls.

This bliss is perfect for Wilbur you’re talking to him more and more. And he watches, god he watches you. Every step you take in that apartment is filmed logged on his computer.

However, all good things must come to an end, and Wilbur has barely pulled off his tie after work when a group of loud knocks sounds at his door. He isn’t expecting guests.

A group of men in blue uniforms greets him.

“Wilbur Soot, you’re under the arrest for the Murder of Jared Yarrow.”

Wilbur barely registers what’s going on, before he’s in a holding cell. A psych evaluation under his belt. A phone call to his father asking him to help him out.

The days bleed together in the unchanging environment, and suddenly a defender is telling him to plead for insanity.

Then the defender comes back again days later with a court date, and all Wilbur can do is count the seconds.

Time for the first time since arriving slows down when the doors to the court open and Wilbur is lead into the courtroom. And there you are, looking beautiful as ever. Tears and despair clearly written on your face. You look away from him, and it makes him stumble for a moment. A quick look to the other side, confirms his fear. His father is here. Alongside his brothers.

The trial goes over what happened that night, the evidence, the sleeping medication, the car. Everything. Yet even when his sentence is received, even when he is told he won’t see the sun again for a long time. There is only one thing on his mind.

They never found the cameras.

And he just can’t help but smile at that as he’s getting lead away to rot.

Because Wilbur has always stayed by your side, Wilbur always stays. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

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Sleepy Antics - Jessica Jones x Gender Neutral Reader

Plot: You can’t fall asleep and you want nothing more than to spend time with Jessica. (Fluff)

Warnings: Brief mentions of stress and sleep deprivation

If I left out any content warnings or made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know, so I can correct them.

I found the beautiful picture and divider here on Tumblr. Credit goes to the people who originally posted them.

I love Jessica so much, she’s just the best.

Jessica sat at her desk with her shoulders tensed, as they had been for the past hour, or had it been two hours? She wasn’t keeping track, she never did really. She’d been combing through security footage, trying to spot some detail that could help her close her most recent case. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for, but she’d know it when she saw it. That is, if her eyes weren’t damaged beyond repair by then.

Her gaze was torn away from the mercilessly bright screen of her laptop by shuffling sounds in the kitchen. A moment later, you stepped into view across from her, holding a bottle of water. “Finish your project?” She asked, grateful to now have her attention on you, instead of the monitor that had been no help to her so far that night. “Yeah, a while ago”, you responded, but instead of sounding proud or relieved that your work was finished, you sounded just as defeated as you had when you had told Jessica that you were taking forever to finish it and you didn’t know why. Of course, she noticed this immediately.

“How come you didn’t go to sleep once it was finished?” She asked, although, the exhaustion evident in your voice and the fact that you were getting water to drink in the middle of the night, which you never did, had her pretty sure she already knew the answer to her question. “I tried. I can’t sleep.” you said, rolling your eyes slightly, partially because you were frustrated about being sleep-deprived, but mostly as a way to prevent yourself from looking away from her shyly.

You had had trouble sleeping before, and Jessica knew that when that happened, you would read or listen to music to lull yourself back to sleep, but this time around, you got out of bed and came to her. “Something on your mind, babe?” She asked, knowing that you wouldn’t admit what you were thinking about unless she encouraged you to. “Can I stay out here with you for a while?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even, to hide your embarrassment.

It wasn’t that you thought she would say no or be irritated, you just always thought that she had more important things to focus on, especially when it came to her work. You didn’t want to bother her with your problems. She could tell from the beginning that you felt that way, so she always tried show you through her actions that you weren’t, and would never be, a burden to her in any way. This was one of those times.

“Of course you can.” She finally got up out of her desk chair and walked over to the couch. “C’mere” she said, sitting down with her legs crisscrossed and her laptop resting on them. “Are you sure I won’t be distracting you?” You asked, although you wanted nothing more than to be next to her. “You won’t be, come on”, she said gently. You walked over to her and put down the bottle of water that you hadn’t actually opened, then sat down beside her and rested your head against her shoulder, trying to relax, while she continued working on her computer.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before your exhaustion turned into a sort of peaceful haze, as you nestled yourself close to Jessica. You looked up at her, and even though your mind was becoming cloudy as your body finally felt able to rest, you became fully focused on Jessica: her beautiful, wide eyes, the way her long, raven hair was slightly messy, and framing her face perfectly, the way her hoodie had fallen to one side, highlighting her shoulder and collarbone. God, she looked gorgeous. She always did. You eyes drifted from her shoulder, up to her neck, then to her jawline, and finally to her lips.

“Jess?” You mumbled, sure that she could feel you looking at her. “Hmm?” She answered. “Can I kiss you?” When Jessica heard you, she looked away from her laptop once again, to meet your eyes, as you gazed at her with so much affection, that she was, at that moment, sure she was absolutely in love with you. She could see on your face that you felt the same way about her. She raised her eyebrows and smirked teasingly. “Please?” you said, and you practically melted when her smirk became a grin and she leaned towards you, pressing her lips to yours softly.

When your lips were no longer on hers, you automatically kissed her again, this time following the path that your eyes had traced just moments before. You kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck and her jawline, before you playfully nipped at her ear, smiling. “Baby,” she said, laughing slightly, “I thought you were tired”. “I am,” you replied quietly. “You’re just so beautiful”, your lips were on her neck once again, “and amazing, and I love you so much”. She smiled again, rolling her eyes at your sleepy antics. “I love you too, now lie down and get some rest”.