#which is literally not true because umm she's right here

[en8y]

i love my cohost so so so fucking much and i wish people weren't so openly horrible about his source character and i wish we weren't so sensitive about it. physically sickening

[yncoreee]

CEO PHAM. Hanni x reader

Synopsis: you’ve had enough dealing with Hannis cold and unbothered attitude, you think it’s finally time to resign but the problem is….she won’t let you

Warnings .ᐟ ummmm hello! It’s been like a month since I last uploaded a fic!!! Angst (?) idk but it’s not fluff, mentions of over-working, dark circles, taking sleeping pills, Hanni is described as a cold hearted, cruel, and mean person in this story, more parts for sure ( I lit have 7/8 other parts TT)

It was no secret that Hanni was described as a cold, cruel, ceo.

Rumors circulated the building the first few weeks before you officially became her secretary generating a sensation of fear in you.

But those rumors were proven to be true the moment you became her secretary.

She was nothing but cold and cruel. Giving you paper works that could take almost a whole day and give no sign of sympathy of mercy. The more and more days that passed on the more and more you got tired of being her secretary.

The last straw broke when she added a ton more to your work at 2am when you were about to be done with your previous work.

Your eyes twitched at her as she stepped out of the building right infront of you. Due to frustration you grabbed a huge chunk of your hair, your head unconsciously falling on top of the desk.

You woke up at 4am, looking around only to find yourself still in the office building and still in your yesterdays outfit. “Huh? I must’ve slept here last night”

Your hands unintentionally found it’s way, digging into your purse and bringing out your handy mirror. Your eyes widening in horror as you examined your present state.

A shriek escaped your lips as you noticed the dark circles below your eyes. If a child saw you they would mistake you for penny wise.

Your eyebrows furrowed with anger as you realized the reason for all this happening.

“Pham Hanni!” You spoke through gritted teeth. You dig into your purse one more time to bring out a sheet of paper you knew would be handy anytime soon.

You signed below the paper, the only thing remaining was her own signature.

Getting up from the chair, you headed to a nearby bathroom to give your make up a light touch. No one must see you looking like this.

—

“Good morning Ms.Pham!” You greeted plastering on a fake smile across your lips. “Uhhh I hope you’re not too busy, I have to talk to you about something” you deliberately emphasized on the word something.

“Something?” Hanni raised an eyebrow at your statement. “I’m not too busy, so sure. Let me hear this something” she leaned forward motioning for you to take a seat opposite her.

With clear hesitation, you sat infront of her pulling out the resignation letter placing it clearly in front of her.

“What is this?” She furrowed her eyebrows taking a closer look at it, “letter of resignation” she mumbled to herself her eyes widening in clear realization.

“What?! What makes you think I’m going to sign this?” She huffed folding her arms above her chest.

“Umm sorry but you have to, it was literally in the contract that I could resign whenever I wanted” you gave her judging stares.

“No I’m not signing it, you’re staying with me forever—“ you raised an eyebrow at her sentence causing her to stop midway. “wait hold on that sounded weird but yeah! Get the message I’m not letting you resign”

She’s behaving oddly strange.

“Why?” You asked staring intensely at her.

She sighed, leaning against her chair her shoulders hanging low. “Is it because of how I treat you? I promise I’ll treat you more nicely and humanly. I’m sorry for whatever harm I must’ve caused you” she apologized her eyes and tone softening which almost led you to buying it.

Wait! She was aware of what she was doing all these while and didn’t do anything about it??

“I’m so sorry but there’s nothing I can do right now, I’ve already came to my final decision” you spoke through gritted teeth. Your eyes narrowing at the ceo.

“Fine then. I’ll sign it” she grabbed a pen, scribbling hee signature below the paper. “But just know that because I’ve signed the paper doesn’t mean I’ll let you be just like that” she added with a teasing grin.

“Ummm ok whatever, that’s weird” you shrugged it off.

The intense atmosphere in the room caused you to immediately leaving the room. “I swear that woman is on something”

—

Ever since you’ve resigned from your “toxic” job. You’ve been living the life you’ve always dreamed of.

Your parents promised to take care of your finances, taxes and bills after you told them about it. They told you they weren’t going to let stress yourself about working.

Everything was all going fine and perfect. That was until…… someone had to spoil it.

[echotzzz]

“Elain should stop being annoying and accept Lucien already”

umm okay since when woman rejected or disliked a man… annoying??

Do Acotar fandom understand what it means to accept a mating bond??

It means you will bind yourself to that other person FOREVER. Be it your soul, body everything. He is yours and you are his. Like they cant get divorce or start a new life w someone else if that fail. This is not a simple bf/gf thing like this is a big deal, very permenant and forever once u accept. Its completely fine if you two ALREADY FALLEN IN LOVE and the mating bond is there to seal the deal. Like that’s romantic

But for Elain that never was the case. She has NO FEELINGS for Lucien. Her heart belongs to Graysan when her mating bond was revealed. And when she start to move on from him she develop feelings for Azriel along the process.

Like cant yall understand why she couldnt just “accept” Lucien.

“But she should give Lucien a chance”

this mentality or mind set really falls down to the mating bond and how the majority of the fandom sees the mating bond only from Lucien’s pov. Yeah he’s hurting not denying that and its sucks for him. But cant people sees this from Elain’s pov as well??

The place she came from there is no mating bond. She turned fae against her will and suddenly said to be some Fae’s mate whom she doesnt know anything about and whom she sees as the one who “betrayed her family” whether he’s guilty or not, but In her mind Lucien literally allied with the bad people that kidnapped her. Do you think Elain will ready to fall in love w him?? or attempts to open her heart for him??Like lets be real no bs if you’re in Elain postion will you see Lucien as this trustworthy, safe, worthy of her love kind of guy? I need people to be serious here coz Elain reaction to lucien made perfectly sense to me I dont know why people are so mad!! the first reaction of Elain to him were: “She cringed away from the coat, from him” .

Her being wary around him made sense to me and some people even went further to said Elain’s racist or a snob needs to bffr. Yall insane.

People would say it will be like feysand coz they also start in a bad place coz rhys is the ‘villain’ in book 1 but Feyre first word abt rhys was he’s the most beautiful man she ever seen. Theres ATTRACTION. AND HATE. which is good coz when there’s hate there’s PASSION and that could lead to FEELINGS.

and believe it or not Elain and Lucien did try spent time w e/o. Remember that tea time and in acofas?

And theyre being so polite to each other too. Elain is indifferent towards him. There is just awkwardness. Both Elain and Lucien has no interest in bridging the gap. Both cannot stand in e/o presence in a room more than 2 min (Lucien’s word not mine). Visiting Elain is not always in Lucien’s agenda when he’s in the night court. And thats canon per Acofas & Acosf. They’re just not into each other. You cannot tell me the reason Lucien even look at Elain is not because of the mating bond. Attraction and feelings cannot be forced full stop.

“Elain need to learn how to cope coz mating bond is her culture now”

She started gaining control of her life. Which readers expect that of her right?? to have a backbone? to be the narrator of her own FATE? RIGHT????

so why is it so shocking and oh so horrible for Elain to not want her mating bond? We see previous MCs rebel and protest to fight for their story but why drew a line for elain?

we accept her character development to be this independant woman who would not be coddled, some even want her to leave the Night Court to find her true self.

We want all the above for her EXCEPT her control over her love life. When it comes down to the person she should love, kiss and fuck, In that terms Elain should submit to the bond and just shut up??????

“Oh no how dare she reject her mate!! how dare she liked Azriel and not her mate!! the audacity, she’s so blind to his kindness, the jacket, the gloves, the pearl he gave her!! how dare she be so annoying and hurts his feeling. Elain GET IT TOGETHER HOE!!!%*\”

Cant yall see how irony this is?? What happened to attraction and feelings? Does that should be thrown out of the window?

Why is it a rocket science for Elain to actually like Azriel?? This fandom worship Azriel and want him to fuck them in their dreams (im not making this up). Why its ok for the readers to be attracted to Az but not Elain??

Its not rocket science its just this fandom already has this mindset about the mating bond and the perks of having a mate. Feysand and Nessian are what successful mate couple look like.

But we shouldnt be naive enough to believe that ALL MATING BOND ARE HEALTHY

Theres a lot of unhealthy mating bond mentioned briefly such as tamlin’s and Rhysand’s parents and a couple more from the Creacent City series.

Rhys said the mating bond is not a perfect system.

You can feel bad for Lucien. Thats fair. And it sucks to know that male has stronger mate instinct than the female. But what yall cant do is to put the blame on Elain. Both Elain and Lucien are the victim of the mating bond. The fault belong to the Mating Bond system and the Society that urge male to covet their female mate and have whatever it takes to make the bond work.

Wouldnt his fan wants him to find his own person who loves him for who he is? Thats literally what Lucien craves for. Acceptance. Atp Elain’s body language and reaction showed that she’s anything but accept him. And truly I dont see that will change anytime soon. SJM has spent 4 books and not any point we see Elain beginning to change her mind. Acosf literally showed that.

“If Elain will not end up with Lucien then why haven’t she properly reject him yet?”

This is not real life. Yeah!!! Elain’s happened to be a book character. And in books there are storytelling aspects and huge plot reveal. You cannot expect a huge moment in a character’s arc be done in any other people pov?

Like why people really want the news of Elain finally rejecting Lucien be in Nesta’s pov? Wheres the fun in that?? it didnt make any sense. Obv SJM is waiting for it to be in ELAIN’S BOOK whenever that will come out. So cant yall just wait?? Like pls just think for a sec.

“Elain doesnt deserve Lucien”

okayyyyyy…is that a dig at Elain? Coz like I said Lucien deserve someone who wants him for him and thats not Elain and vice versa.

“they should end up together coz they are mates”

Im sorry but mating bond will NEVER be the ultimate factor to fall in love with someone or SJM’s reason for her characters endgame. And certainly not for Elain who will marry for love. For all of grayson fault, Elain did truly loved him once.

Feyre doesnt love Rhys bcoz of the bond, but bcoz of love she agreed to bond w him.

…..

So to end this long post I would remind people that this is a romance story. Where the end game will be two people in love. So ATTRACTION and FEELINGS plays a huge role for the build up.

Also I highly think Lucien or the mating bond are not what Elain hates the most. I think she hate the fact that she has no say in this. That her choice are being taken away. And everyone around her expecting her to just accept the bond.

I genuinely dont have anything against people that actually ship elucien for their aesthetic and really hope for their endgame. Some people want Elain & Lucien to break the mating bond together to free themsleves of the fate that control their choices and along the way get to know e/o and developing feelings and so on. See!! this is a good story which doesnt diminish anyone’s character arc and certainly allow all characters to have a choice. “I love u for who u are and not because of the bond” Like with SJM masterful writing that could be pretty lit.

With that being said, I really side eyed and hate those who treat Elain as the devil incarnate for refusing Lucien and called her “shallow, dumb, indecisive, selfish” follow with “she will see her mistake, she will beg forgiveness, she will realise that she’s so blind to the-” oh no no no

Her feelings are valid. Refusing Lucien has been put as one of her flaws or why she should be hated is SO CRAZY to me. Yall dont want people to coddles her or treat her like a child so then…pls start accepting her words as it is. Dont try to twist it or double it down. If she says she’s part of the night court, then she’s part of the night court. If she says she doesnt owe Lucien anything, that means she doesnt owe him shit.

[littlemisssoulful]

Silence (Mr. Men Show Fanfiction)

Before I share this fanfiction, I wanted to mention two things. One is that it takes place before Mr. Grumpy and Miss Chatterbox became and couple and two. WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAINS A FEW TOPICS THAT MIGHT TRIGGER PEOPLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES! Please read with caution!

Silence by TheChattyWriter

Miss Chatterbox was texting with such speed that her fingers could of been exhausted but they weren’t as she talking to a certain Mr. Man.

Hello Mr. Rude! How are you? If you ask me, I’m doing well, except I forgot to buy milk to make some cake for Mr. Grumpy’s birthday! Anyways, wanna come to my house for a hangout, like play board games like Backgammon or just watch movies??

As she waited for a response, she got an immediate answer.

My answer is no!!

Miss Chatterbox was a little hurt by his response but continues to chat with him.

I’m sorry… I was just trying to be friendly. Is there something wrong??

Silence reigned for a minute until she got the notification.

Yes! My problem is you!!

Miss Chatterbox was speechless as she texted back.

But why???

She waited anxiously as she heard her phone buzzing from a text message. She opened it.

Look, everyone in flipping Dillydale hates you, okay! I literally know that because everyone is sick of your nonsensical stories, and you don’t know when to shut your mouth! I can’t stand you, Miss Chatterbox! You’re a nuisance to us all! It would be better off if you leave forever! Stop talking to me, okay?!

Three set of teardrops landed on her phone as she silently sobbed. She was shocked. She didn’t expect to get something that nasty and vile. Why would Mr. Rude would say such a thing?

All she wanted to do is to fit in, socialise, and make everyone feel happy, and this is what she gets, a hate comment. She bit her lips as she tried to hold her tears, but she felt absolutely awful. 

Without a minute passed, she threw her phone to the floor, which cracked the screen as she darted to her bedroom upstairs.

Once crashing onto her bed, she buried her face in the pillow. Then, she began to ponder.

Is it true? Am I nuisance and a problem to everyone? Does everyone hate me? Even my friends? Even Mr. Grumpy?

She cried harder and harder until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

…

A week passed and everyone slowly noticed Miss Chatterbox’s absence, especially Mr. Grumpy.

He was at a local cafe, drinking his coffee, pondering about Miss Chatterbox’s absence.

That’s weird. She usually text me everyday. Why would she go silent for a long time? If she was sick, she would have let us know or if she was on a holiday. Something’s wrong.

He sighed as before he could sip his drink, Miss Sunshine, Miss Naughty, and Miss Scary approached him.

“Umm… Mr. Grumpy. Sorry for intruding, but we have a question.”, said Miss Sunshine.

Mr. Grumpy hummed and sighed, “Yes?”

“Have you heard anything from Miss Chatterbox?”, asked Miss Scary.

Mr. Grumpy shook his head sadly, “No, I haven’t. Have you?”

The girls shook their heads.

“No, we try asking her if she wanted to go shopping for your birthday and go watch the movies together, but she didn’t replied and it’s been five days.”, Miss Naughty sighed.

Mr. Grumpy frowned, “Figures. She hasn’t text me or call me for a week now. My birthday is in a few days, and I know she usually says that she’s excited for my birthday. Something is not right.”

“Yeah, it is odd.”, Miss Scary nodded.

“Say, let’s go check on her, shall we?”, Miss Sunshine suggested.

The other three nodded in agreement as the four left the cafe, heading to Miss Chatterbox’s house.

…

In Miss Chatterbox’s bedroom, she began to write words in different papers and plastered it on the walls and she looked silently with no tears, but then she collapsed and cried silently.

Why?

…

The door bell rang and rang, “Hello? Miss Chatterbox?”, Miss Sunshine called.

Silence fell.

“Hmm, I don’t think she’s in here.”, Miss Naughty frowned.

“I think she is.”, Mr. Grumpy quickly answered.

He then pointed at her car, “If her car is here, why would she leave?”, he pointed out.

“True, maybe let’s go inside.”, Miss Scary suggested.

With that, Miss Scary opened the door as they all entered inside the property. To their shock, the house was in disarray. Dirty dishes piled up, messy clothes, and more. It was even worse than Mr. Messy’s home.

“Oh my…”, Mr. Grumpy gasped in shock.

“We should check around.”, Miss Sunshine suggested.

The four agreed as they search around the premise.

While searching around, Mr. Grumpy noticed Miss Chatterbox’s cracked phone on the ground. He raised his eyebrow as she slowly picks it up. He frowned before he realise he could access her phone.

Just before he could check on her phone, he heard a holler, “I think I found her!”

He recognised Miss Scary’s voice as he darted upstairs.

As he got up the stairs, Miss Scary shushed him, “Be quiet. I think she’s in here.”

The four slowly approached the door as Mr. Grumpy opened the door gently. As the door squeaked, the four gasped in horror.

Inside Miss Chatterbox’s room was full of used tissues and notes stuck on her walls, saying negative words like “annoying” or “useless” or “nuisance”.

The worst part is that Miss Chatterbox was in a ball position, rocking forward and back as tear stain was clearly visible on her face.

The four friends were horrified as Mr. Grumpy was the first one to approach her.

Miss Chatterbox?”, he whispered gently.

Miss Chatterbox looked up at him before hiding her face with her knees.

“Miss Chatterbox?”, Mr. Grumpy asked again.

No response.

The girls came in as well, “Miss Chatterbox? What’s wrong? Tell us what’s wrong?”, Miss Sunshine pleaded as tears escaped her eyes.

Miss Chatterbox’s hair was messy and knotty as she wasn’t wearing her shoes.

As the four waited, Miss Chatterbox raised her head as he pointed at the door, looking furious and mouthed silently to get out.

They were all shocked. They rarely see that emotion from that Little Miss. They didn’t give up as Mr. Grumpy wiped her dried tears with a clean napkin he kept as he tried to soothe her.

“Shhh. Miss Chatterbox, we are here for you. We are worried about you. We need to know if you’re okay. Please, we care about you. We all love you.”, Mr. Grumpy whispered as he embraced her with a hug.

Miss Chatterbox’s eyes widen in shock before she shoved Mr. Grumpy away as she narrowed her eyes.

“You’re lying.”, she said in a dry and weak voice.

The others were shock on what she said.

“What are you talking about?!”, Miss Scary cried.

Miss Chatterbox growled, “What am I talking about?! YOU said you care about me but you’ve been lying to my face! You have the audacity to say that you all love me when you only see me a pathetic, useless, annoying, and stupid person! Not to mention that I’m a nuisance!”

The others gasped in horror and disbelief.

Mr. Grumpy narrowed his unibrow, “Miss Chatterbox! You’re talking nonsense! We ALL care and love you! Why would we come here if we didn’t care?! I haven’t gotten any response or messages from you for a week and your best friends tried to take you out! Something is up! It’s not like you to be silent and for you to push everyone away! Now tell me, why are you acting like this?!”

Miss Chatterbox’s mouth went wide as the others watched her reaction. Just then, tears escaped from her eyes and she sobbed. As she cried harder, she fell into Mr. Grumpy’s arms as he caught her. She buried her face into his chest and held tightly.

Mr. Grumpy allowed her to let out her emotions as he hugged and soothed her more. The girls looked at each other with concern before Miss Chatterbox whispered.

“Why? Why do you even care about me?”, she sniffed.

“Because you’re kind, bubbly, fun, and have a pure heart.”, Miss Sunshine replied.

“I see you as like my sister.”, Miss Scary chimed in.

“And you may be full on, but we don’t want you to change.”, Miss Naughty added.

However, what made her surprised is when Mr. Grumpy spoke.

“Miss Chatterbox. I care about you as a friend. You may annoy me at times, but you show nothing but compassion and optimism. Surprisingly, you’re empathetic and can understand my grumpy side. You’re amazing.”, he said.

Miss Chatterbox slowly smiled and sniffed. The others were glad to see her smile before she looked down.

“But… why would Mr. Rude say that everyone hates me?”, she asked.

The others’ eyes wide in shock before Mr. Grumpy frowned and growled dangerously, “What?!”

“He texted me a week ago about how everyone hates me.”, Miss Chatterbox replied as she wiped her tears.

Mr. Grumpy, without thinking, let go of Miss Chatterbox as he got up and stormed out of her room. The others knew what he was going to do.

“Mr. Grumpy! Wait! Miss Sunshine and Miss Naughty, look after Miss Chatterbox while I go after him!”, Miss Scary hollered.

They agreed as Miss Scary rushed to go after Mr. Grumpy but he was long gone.

…

Mr. Rude was sunbathing in the park, enjoying the warm sun with his sunglasses on. He was pleased with himself until he was blinded by the sunlight as his sunglasses was removed.

“What the…”, Mr. Rude gasped.

To his shock, he spotted Mr. Grumpy growled at his face and pushed him off the chair. 

“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MISS CHATTERBOX?!”, he snarled.

Mr. Rude frowned, “What are you talking about?!”

“DON’T PRETEND YOU’RE INNOCENT! YOU BROKE MISS CHATTERBOX’S SPIRIT AND SELF-WORTH! YOU SAID EVERYONE HATES HER! WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU BE A COWARD AND BE SO EVIL?! TELL ME!”, Mr. Grumpy hollered as he pushed Mr. Rude to the ground and raising his fist, anticipating to teach him a lesson.

Mr. Rude was terrified as everyone else witnessed the event. Mr. Grumpy raised his fist in the air and before Mr. Grumpy could swing his fist, his arm was grabbed violently by Miss Scary.

“Mr. Grumpy! Stop! That’s enough!”, Miss Scary frowned.

Mr. Grumpy growled before he stepped back. Everyone watched as they looked at Mr. Rude with disgust and anger.

“I hope you’re happy. You ruined Miss Chatterbox’s life. You’re disgusting, Mr. Rude, and now you lost everyone’s respect.”, Miss Scary growled.

Mr. Rude turned around as everyone frowned at him, even Miss Bossy and Mr. Stubborn were furious with his actions. Mr. Rude looked horrified as everyone walked away from him.

Miss Scary also left the scene, but before Mr. Grumpy could leave, he grabbed Mr. Rude’s arm and whispered dangerously.”

Do anything to Miss Chatterbox and you’ll be glued to a torture chair.”, he threatened.

Mr. Grumpy tossed Mr. Rude aside as he left the scene. Mr. Rude was speechless before he knew what he had done was too far. He was filled with regrets, but was it genuine?

…

Miss Chatterbox was hugging her friends, sobbing more as they comforted her. Just then, Mr. Grumpy and Miss Scary appeared.

“How is she?”, Mr. Grumpy asked.

“She’s still letting it out.”, Miss Naughty answered his question.

The two came closer as they joined the hug. Miss Chatterbox’s eyes went wide as looked at them. They were all smiling and hugging her. It was even a surprise that her crush, Mr. Grumpy, would hug her. He wasn’t that type to hug.

She embraced them before she collapsed on the ground and fell asleep. She was exhausted and weak for neglecting her health and well-being.

Mr. Grumpy gently picked up the tired Little Miss and placed her in bed. He tucked her in and fixed up her bed.

He turned around to look at the girls. He gave them a certain look and they knew what he meant. They will clean up Miss Chatterbox’s house, get rid of those notes, and surprise her with her friends in Dillydale.

…

Miss Sunshine and Mr. Grumpy cleaned the downstairs while Miss Scary and Miss Naughty tidy up Miss Chatterbox’s bedroom quietly to not disturb her slumber. It was a lot of work, but they didn’t care. Miss Chatterbox’s well-being was more important. She needed their support and help.

Once the chores was finished, the four of them texted as many residents in Dillydale as possible to meet up at Miss Chatterbox’s house. 

One by one, each resident came, all except for Mr. Rude. They all wanted to show her appreciation and compassion to her. They knew they have to wait for her to get some rest before surprising her.

Mr. Grumpy was in the bedroom with Miss Chatterbox, keeping an eye on her while the girls and the others decorating the living room and even baked a cake.

…

A few hours passed and Mr. Grumpy heard the door open. He turned around and spotted Miss Sunshine.

“Mr. Grumpy. They are all waiting. It’s ready.”, she whispered as she winked and departed downstairs.

He nodded and he turned around and gently nudge her with his hands, “Miss Chatterbox? Miss Chatterbox? It’s time to get up.”

Miss Chatterbox opened her eyes slowly as she looked at him, “Oh… hey Mr. Grumpy.”, she slowly smiled and blushed awkwardly.

“Hey.”, Mr. Grumpy replied quietly as he cleared his throat, “Get ready and I got a surprise for you. I’ll wait outside of your room.”

Miss Chatterbox was curious. What surprise could it possibly be?

So, without questioning it, she went to the bathroom connected to her room as Mr. Grumpy exited her room. Miss Chatterbox did her hair, which was painful due to the knots, and she put on her sneakers. She looked a bit better except black bags under her eyes.

Once she was ready, she left the bathroom and met up with Mr. Grumpy.

Mr. Grumpy covered her eyes with his hands.

“What the…”, Miss Chatterbox gasped in confusion.

“Close your eyes and I’ll guide you to the surprise.”, Mr. Grumpy explained.

Miss Chatterbox complied as she closed her eyes. Mr. Grumpy removed his hands from her face as he gently guided her downstairs. She was worried, but despite being supporter, were they still genuine?

Once downstairs, Miss Chatterbox was taken to the living room as Mr. Grumpy joined with the crowd. Miss Chatterbox got anxious when suddenly.

“WE LOVE YOU, MISS CHATTERBOX!”

Miss Chatterbox’s eyes fluttered in surprise as she gasped. She couldn’t believe it. Everyone was there, even Mr. Quiet, Mr. Stubborn, and Miss Bossy were there. Tears escaped her eyes as she slowly smiled.

“Thank you.”, she whispered.

The crowd gathered around her and gave her a massive hug with Mr. Tickle gluing the crowd together with his long arms to put them together. Miss Chatterbox felt so overwhelmed with happiness. She never excepted to receive so much love.

Despite everything went well, she couldn’t help but wonder about Mr. Rude. What is he doing now?

…

An hour passed and everyone was dancing and enjoying snacks and cakes when Miss Chatterbox exited from her house and sighed. She was happy but now she couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Rude and his awful comments.

“Miss Chatterbox?”, spoke a familiar voice.

“Mr. Grumpy.”, she turned around before looking back where she was looking, “Hi.”

“Well, I must say. Seeing you happy I’ll admit is the best early birthday gift I could ask her.”, he blushed in embarrassment as he held his hat.

He chuckled awkwardly before he noticed her behaviour, “Miss Chatterbox?”

“I wonder what Mr. Rude is doing.”, Miss Chatterbox whispered.

Mr. Grumpy frowned, “Forget about that gas man! He doesn’t deserve forgiveness, especially the way he messed you up! YOU deserve better than that! You got Miss Sunshine, Miss Naughty, Miss Scary, Mr. Tickle, Mr. Bump, and even…”

He paused and blushed a bit before he sighed, “And even me.”

Miss Chatterbox knew he was trying to make her forget about him but she wanted to see Mr. Rude and understand why he would do that.

“I know.”, Miss Chatterbox sighed, “But I do still care about Mr. Rude as a friend.”

Mr. Grumpy was stumped, “Friend?! After the way he treated you?! Why Miss Chatterbox?! Why?!”

“Because… he’s lonely and needs a friend to help.”, she replied, “I hate seeing someone left out. I want him to come.”

Mr. Grumpy was about to talk sense into her when he saw her entering her car. He gasped as he ran after her.

“WAIT!”, he hollered.

Miss Chatterbox spotted him and didn’t start the engine.

“If you’re going to see Mr. Rude, then you’re NOT going! Not without me!”, he explained.

Miss Chatterbox was surprised but let him in her car as they drove off to a place that Miss Chatterbox feared and Mr. Grumpy hate.

…

Mr. Rude was in the living room, pondering about his actions. He couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach. He felt awful what he had done.

Just then, he heard the door knocked.

He immediately panicked and begged for mercy, “Please! Don’t kill me! Please, I said I’m sorry!”

However, the door continued to knock as Mr. Rude slowly approached the front door and opened. To his shock, he saw Mr. Grumpy and MISS CHATTERBOX?! What is she doing here?!

Mr. Rude gulped as he looked down.

“Mr. Rude.”, Mr. Grumpy spoke coldly, “You owe someone an apology.”

Mr. Rude slowly raised his head as she looked at Miss Chatterbox. The silence lasted for a few minutes before Mr. Rude collapsed onto the ground and sobbed.

“I’m sorry! I’m SO sorry! I went too far! I honestly thought it would make you go away, but I didn’t except to affect you negatively! I’m sorry!”, he choked on his tears.

Miss Chatterbox bend down her knees and gave him a big hug. Mr. Rude gasped in shock as she whispered, “All I wanted to do is be your friend.”

Mr. Rude sighed. “I know and I screwed things up.”

Mr. Grumpy watched the interaction as he was amazed by Miss Chatterbox’s empathic and compassionate side while looking at Mr. Rude with a cold glare.

After a few minutes of embrace, Mr. Rude asked her a question.

“Do you forgive me?”, he whispered.

“Only if you come to my house, then I’ll forgive you.”, Miss Chatterbox smiled gently.

Mr. Rude looked at Mr. Grumpy as the blue man raised his eyebrow with a frown. No one should mess with Miss Chatterbox. Mr. Rude looked back at Miss Chatterbox and smiled.

“I will.”, he replied.

…

Although Mr. Rude have to do a massive apology, Miss Chatterbox still needed combat with her low self-esteem and self-worth. She’s slowly recovering and she was blessed to have a wonderful community, three best girlfriends and her crush, Mr. Grumpy. Since then, Mr. Rude began to be nicer to her and they were in good terms.

[pesterloglog]

Arquiusprite, Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Rosesprite, Jaspersprite

Act 6, page 7583-7588

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Abra cafiddling dabra you silly shootnerds

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> My e%ceedingly STRONG work as the party's premier bodybuilding hacker is done

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Off I go

JANE: ...

ROXY: JANE!!!!!

ROXY: ur wake!

JANE: Roxy?????

JANE: U'r alive!

JANE: Er, you're!

ROXY: so are you!

ROXY: you were dead last time i saw you and also before i found u sleepin here but now ur awake and also alive!

JANE: Yeah!

JANE: You were dead too, because I...

JANE: But now you're??

JANE: Oh god, Roxy, I'm so sorry I,

JANE: I wasn't thinking straight when...

JANE: Please forgive me. :(

ROXY: aw janey you dont gotta worry about whatever sad incident that frowns about

ROXY: thats all water under a bridge from a reality i got no recollection of and therefore dont matter at all

ROXY: by which i mean......

ROXY: this reality here, so ok the reality is still KIND of relevant because we are literally inside of it atm

ROXY: but im new here!

ROXY: i came over to keep being roxy since the old one died or whatever thru hecka debacles

JANE: That... is quite an explanation!

JANE: Jeez, I missed you.

ROXY: cmere u extravagant bitch!!!

JANE: Hahah!

JANE: (Wait... what?)

JOHN: the hug pile doesn't stop from getting taller.

ROSE: ?

JOHN: the hug pile! there are more hugs, rose.

ROSE: I can see the hugs. I don't understand the pile thing.

JOHN: oh. don't you remember?

JOHN: a funny quote from one of dave's old comics!

ROSE: Ah. Yes, vaguely.

ROSE: It's been a long journey, John.

ROSE: I believe one of the most valuable lessons that comes with growing up is gaining the wisdom that gently informs you when it's time to retire a meme.

JOHN: heh...

JOHN: i guess i never earned that handy badge, or whatever.

JOHN: i like this, though. every time someone wakes up, or pops out of nowhere, it's fun times all over again.

JOHN: i feel like i should be playing reunion bingo.

JOHN: who will be next??

JOHN: my money is on the long awaited and insanely poignant reunion between me and casey the salamander.

ROSE: Surely you mean the dear Viceroy Bubbles Von Salamancer, right?

ROSE: And instead of you, you mean me.

ROSE: That's when the real tears will flow.

JOHN: what do you think she's up to?

ROSE: He.

JOHN: no, she is my beautiful daughter. :p

ROSESPRITE: Something tells me the good Viceroy has been busy.

ROSE: Oh?

ROSESPRITE: I sense he's been... scheming.

ROSESPRITE: Plotting.

ROSESPRITE: Biding his time.

ROSESPRITE: Accruing dark legions.

ROSE: That sure is a thing that would be dumb, if true.

ROSESPRITE: Yeah.

JOHN: hi nanna!

JOHN: jane, i mean.

JOHN: sorry, it's an easy mistake to make, because you're my nanna!

ROXY: lol

ROXY: real smooth shit john

JANE: Hello!

JANE: A pleasure to meet you, John. Or, poppop, as I used to know you.

JOHN: hehe, yeah so i heard!

JANE: You look so...

JANE: Young.

JOHN: thanks!

JOHN: so do you.

JOHN: my nanna, who used to be ashes on my fireplace, regained her old womanly visage when i turned her into a sprite, and she helped me along the way.

JOHN: so nanna is a sprite! did you know that?

JANE: Um... no?

JOHN: i thought you should know that. she's probably around somewhere. i hope you can meet her.

JOHN: oh, also, i'm your son technically. did you know that??

JANE: Yes.

JANE: It is... a pretty strange fact!

JANE: But also pretty cool.

JOHN: yup!

ROXY: ooh jane thats my daughter there say hi to her!!!

JANE: Hi!

ROSE: Hi, John's hot mom.

ROSE: (Aw shit.)

JANE: Haha...?

ROXY: also thats umm ANOTHER version of rose who died and then i buried and a stupid cat unburied her for some reason and prototyped her

ROXY: so say hello to my cool floaty double daughter!

JANE: Hi, Roxy's hot double daughter.

ROSESPRITE: :D

ROSESPRITE: (Rose Prime, I believe you may have just been owned.)

ROSE: (God damn Dave's contagious-ass Freudian boners.)

JANE: Wow, I feel so out of the loop! Sorry if I still seem disoriented from my... nap, I suppose it was?

JANE: Or impromptu troll-coma.

JANE: Roxy, you have to clue me in on what happened here! Where are Dirk and Jake?

JANE: And for that matter, John, where are your other friends? Oh, Jade! Where is she? Is she still asleep?

ROXY: hey janey that is all like a lot of stuff to say and everything goin on here is faaairly complicated and heavily peopled

ROXY: dont worry ill ease you into comprehending shit again ;)

ROXY: well ok cliff notes are: jake fucked off somewhere and dirk recently fucked off BACK here through a window but he left again pretty quick...

ROXY: dave went with dirk at wherever their fucking off too now, i think to get ready for some swords fightin, and yeah jade is still asleep but a coupla trolls lugged her off somewhere safe for now

ROXY: the REST of the junk im still sorting out myself bcs like i said im new to this exact plane of shenanigans

JANE: Yes, you mentioned that.

JANE: I still don't know what you meant by...

JANE: Wait!

JANE: You and John came from another reality, where everything went horribly, right?

ROXY: m-hmmm!

JANE: I just remembered. Really, it's been such a rollercoaster ride for my memory, since I fell asleep.

JANE: Your and John's travels were a critical part of the illustrated story we reconstructed through our memories with Callie.

ROXY: wat!

ROXY: you saw callie in your dreams????

JANE: I did!

ROXY: hoh man

ROXY: how is she!

ROXY: i saw her in a dream a little while ago and we talked about lots of stuff

ROXY: she looked like a troll then

JANE: Yes, her trollsona! She had hers on when I saw her.

JANE: And we had ours on too!

ROXY: :O FUCK

JANE: She seemed to be doing well.

JANE: Nervous, of course, since she was hiding. But we passed the time with our stories.

JANE: It was a lot of fun! I'm so happy I got to meet her.

JANE: I wonder if I'll ever get the chance again?

ROXY: wellll...

ROXY: now that u mention it

ROXY: it IS one of my chief objectives to go lookin for her asap

ROXY: aaand not to be THAT ROGUE n brag all heavy but i MAY be in better touch with my void powers now

ROXY: soo maybe i stand a p good chance of trackin her down?

ROXY: cus i GOT somethin for her

JANE: You do?? What? :B

ROXY: just a lil presie, nbd

JANE: ...

JANE: I see.

ROXY: JK IT IS CRUCIAL FUKKIN BLING JANEY

ROXY: ONE (1) PRICELESS DIGIT DONUT!!!

ROXY: W/ MORE KARATS THAN A RABBIT TOO FAT FOR A HOLE

ROXY: (s'magic to)

JANE: WOW!!!!!!!!!!

JANE: Ahem, so,

JANE: You mean a ring, then.

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: oh man, that's a great idea roxy.

JOHN: you should try and give it to her as soon as you can!

JOHN: then maybe we can all meet her before we ramp up for this battle?

ROXY: hmm yeh!

ROXY: u think i can do it?

JOHN: sure!

ROSE: I like your chances too.

ROSESPRITE: Same!

JASPERSPRITE: Me too roxy! :3

ROSE: I also have some experience helping people along in the right direction, when it comes to navigating the abyss.

ROSE: Maybe I could assist?

ROXY: yeah maybe!

ROSESPRITE: I'm pretty sure I have experience performing literally the exact same task, in a slightly different context.

ROSESPRITE: So maybe I can double assist?

JOHN: see roxy? everyone thinks you should do it, because they all believe in you.

JANE: That's right!

ROXY: shucks fuckers ._.

ROXY: yall killin me here <3

JASPERSPRITE: Meow im so happy!

ROXY: frigglish u silly bastard whats up?

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr purr...

JASPERSPRITE: All the humans being so close together and happy and friendly purr purr.

JASPERSPRITE: Its making me really excited and happy too and making me feel like i want to be a part of everything!

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr and get close to a nearby person and be happy at them with my body purrrr...

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, what are you...

JASPERSPRITE: I cant help it rose i want to cuddle im feeling so pleased and friendly! :3 :3 :3

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, no,

ROSESPRITE: No, don't!

ROSESPRITE: JASPERS, NOOOOO!

JASPERSPRITE: :3 purrrrrrr

[gale-dragon-writer]

While I’m working on some stories, here are some random snippets from a few planned Miraculous projects~. They’re not in any particular order.

~}I{~

Kindness and Karma

}{

Malcom (Satan) growled in annoyance when he snapped out, "No! Your anger is the only thing that doesn't make any sense in this whole issue!"

Alya snapped back in anger, "What are you talking about?! How can me being angry NOT make any sense?!"

Malcom ran a hand through his hair when he stated, "Because there's no reason why You should be angry!" Before Alya could retort, the fiery redhead pointed at a surprised-looking Nino and then Kim when he snapped out, "They had a legitimate reason to be angry!" He waves his hands when he explains, "They gave you a specific deadline as to when they had to leave and wanted to leave no later than that! A deadline, that you agreed to! But you got mad at them for wanting to leave after keeping them at the event long after the deadline had passed! Their anger was in the right, while yours is just out of nowhere!" Malcom then pointed at a shocked Marinette when he stated, "Her anger is legitimate! She's fed up and upset with the majority of her supposed friends making plans and then bailing on her at the last minute when someone else gives them a call, yet you have been nothing but belligerent towards her!"

Karen (Ramiel) couldn't help but point out, "Mal is making a valid point." She shrugged her shoulders when she added, "While they are negative emotions, they are healthy responses to what has happened." She looked at the childhood friends when she stated, "So their emotions are normal for what happened." Karen then looked at the blogger when she said in a concerned tone, "You on the other hand... Seem to lash out at almost every interaction from what Mal and I have seen..."

Malcom folded his arms in annoyance when he scoffed out, "Which includes you leaping in my mouth when I asked legitimate questions."

Karen quickly corrected with a flat tone, "The phrase is "Jumping down your throat", Mal."

The fiery redhead huffed when he got out, "That too, Kare."

}{

Malcome and Karen glanced at each other in uncertainty before the one with the pink-tinted glasses stated in confusion as she semi-pointed her left index finger towards the group of girls, "Uhh, I'm not sure if it's because we're recent additions to this class or something, but I'm seeing a rather clear pattern to... Those indences."

Malcolm folded his arms when he stated in annoyance, "Agreed... It's making me wonder How is it that None of you noticed that it has been happening?" He scoffed before adding, “This also explains why Marinette has been acting the way she is.”

}{

Adrien: "Okay, can we agree that while it wasn't how we planned it..."

Marinette: "Yeah, no, it's got to be the weirdest way to find out someone's ID."

Plagg: "Well, at least it is a unique identity reveal. Hehe."

Tikki: "Not helping, Plagg..."

}{

Markov reviewed the data before asking, "Max, are you positive this is accurate?"

Max nodded when he stated, "It is. I quadruple-checked it..." He bit his lips when he said, "But if this is true..." Max looked at the screen again before he picked up his phone and dialled the number on the screen. Markov hovered as both listened to the dial tone.

The sound of someone picking up the other side of the line was heard. "Hello? Who's calling?" The voice of an adult man came over the phone.

Max took a deep breath before he said, "Umm, hello, is this Mr Antonio Rossi?"

}I{

Trip to Gotham

}{

Assassin’s Creed: … These new screen names oddly fit… Though I’m not sure about Alfred and Bastard’s…

Red Hoodlum: Demon Spawn, you better be talking about Blood and not me. Mine is literally my hero's name!

AcroBatz: Ah, right, Damian hasn’t met Jason Blood yet, so he wouldn’t know that ref.

RobinRed: I can tell you that it’s still going to be confusing having both Jasons in the same space… I’m surprised that Blood kept his cool in that situation.

Red Hoodlum: Really? Demon Spawn hasn’t met the Demon? I’m a little surprised.

Assassin’s Creed: Wait, so this Demon Knight screen name isn't Bastard? What are you two talking about? Who's this other Jason? And what does it have to do with a demon?

Sebastian: I just noticed the chat and read what had happened. Right now, all I have to say is…

Sebastian: Really, Master Bruce?

Demon Knight: Well, I agree with Bruce on that. You’re one hell of a butler.

Batdad: Exactly!

Sebastian: Hmm, touche.

AcroBatz: OH SHIT!

RobinRed: No! No! No! I don’t believe it!

Red Hoodlum: I did NOT read what I thought I read!

Kunoichi: ?

Assassin’s Creed: ?

Batdad: Is there something wrong with what we were talking about?

AcroBatz: Yeah! How the hell do you three fossils know about Anime?!

Sebastian: Master Dick, we are not fossils. We are merely older gentlemen.

Batdad: And we are allowed to indulge in Anime every once and a while.

Assassin’s Creed: Cass… Do you have any clue what they’re talking about?

Kunoichi: Nope. I was hoping you would…

Demon Kight: Back to the og topic… What was Cassandra texting about you Bat-Kids getting siblings?

Batdad: I was also going to ask that.

Kunoichi: 😏

}{

Alix was passing back and forth in front of the park bench Kim and Max were sitting at while Markov hovered above. The skater then got out in an annoyed tone, "I don't get it, why would Lila say something like that when it isn't true?" She paused as she looked at her friends when she stated, "We know the real reason why our class is going to Gotham, but if Lila claims to be "super close" to the Wyanes as she claims, she should've known that too."

Kim couldn't help but point out, "And know why it should be kept a secret until the Gala." He paused before he questioned, "But wouldn't that implication be worse if Lila is saying that she asked one of the Wyanes to have our class and Ms Mendeleiev's class go to Gotham?"

Max was feeling self-conscious when he got out, "Well, that can only mean one of two things... Either Lila is telling the truth and the reason we're going to Gotham is because she asked for it to happen... And the letter I got was a prank or... Lila is lying about both knowing the Waynes and being the reason behind the trip..."

Markov was quick to say, "Considering that the letter has the watermark and seal from the Wyane Company, I can conclude that it is 100% authentic." He held his claw in the air when he stated in a logical tone, "Therefore, Lila is lying about a major event."

Alix clicked her tongue before she said, "If that's true, then why make us think that?"

Kim shrugged when he suggested, "Attention? Because that's the only thing I can think of." He then had a thought before he placed a hand on his chin when he commented, "Wait, now that I think about it..."

}{

Adrien leans over and whispers to Chloe, "Uhh, do you have any idea what's going on here?"

Chloe whispers back, "No, I was kind of hoping you would."

Damian scoffs before he states in an annoyed tone, "They are not staying unless they can hold their own in a fight! I refuse to have any incompetent allies."

Cassandra: 😏

}{

Miss Bustier ran a hand through her hair when she got out in a flabbergasted tone, "I know I heard Marinette during roll call before we got on the bus! And our students can testify to that!"

Ms Mendeleiev placed a hand on her chin when she mused thoughtfully, "True, we Heard Ms Dupain-Cheng call out "I'm here!" at every roll call, but I can't recall actually Seeing her during roll call." She let out a thoughtful hum before she said, "Let's do something a little differently next roll call."

}I{

Smiling Agent

}{

With a smirk, she said, "Al'ight, Hawkmoth, I'll help you get those Miraculous. However, I'm doing things My way." With that, a black aura festered out of the Akumatized object and engulfed her.

}{

Marinette held up her hand in a 'hold-on there' manner when she got out, "Whao! Wait a second! I just talked to them regarding what kind of baked goods they would like and they told me a very different story."

Nino raised a brow when he asked, "How different are we talking?"

Marinette folded her arms when she stated, "That the type of items that Alya told me to make sure to have are things that two of them can't eat."

Ivan raised a brow in concern when he asked, "Wait, that... Doesn't make any sense." He moved his hands a bit when he added, "If they can't eat those flavours then they wouldn't ask for them."

Marinette narrowed her eyes when she stated, "Oh, they would have to ask about it alright, but only to make sure they aren't used at all." She held back a growl when she nearly hissed out, "Especially since one of them is severely allergic to one of the items!”

"Wait?! WHAT!!!?"

That was when Marinette asked in a serious tone, "So this is where I have to ask, who told you about their "favourite flavours"? Because from my point of view, someone thought it would be funny to put someone in the hospital, or worse."

}{

"Listen, I'm not bein' hypocritical or rude, but given that I can tell that Adrianne is not comfo’table when that Storyteller latches onto 'er at every interaction I've seen... It's kind of bad. So how the hell could all but a few of you NOT see that?"

"I'm a little more concerned about why Adrianne hasn't said or told anyone about the unwanted attention if it's that bad?"

"Or at least told her to stop or set up some boundaries."

}{

With that, he smiled.

}I{

Sin of Reveal

}{

Jason Blood smirked when he replied to the mental terrorist, "Oh, so you were after her! Guess that technically makes you a paedophile."

Hawkmoth: "WHAT?! No! I'm nothing of the sort!! I simply know that Ms Duapin-Cheng will be my greatest Akuma and will get me the Miraculous of the Back Cat and Ladybug!"

Jason let out a hum as he looked over the Akumatized item he used to catch the Akuma when he said almost casually, "So, that's what you've been waiting for, huh. I must say, you seem to have quite a lot of time to just sit around and wait for people to get emotionally distressed, especially teenagers, so I can't help but think that you don't have much of an active life."

Marinette couldn't help but be in awe at what she was witnessing. This man was... Taunting Hawkmoth... While he was in the middle of being possessed by the terrorist!

The rest of Miss Bustier's class came rushing over, also baffled and confused about what was going on as Marinette.

Jason kept that smirk with a short chuckle when he said, "Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline. I'm trying to avoid being involved with the Miraculous, and besides... Three's a crowd."

}{

Satan got all flustered and nervous when he got out, "Oh! My dear sister! It's good to see you!" He did his best to recover his composer when he asked, "But why are you here?"

}{

"SIr Raguel, we've got a bit of a problem."

}{

"Adrien, boyo, yah're allowed ta want answer ta questions yah had fur a good while, even if yah no longer have a connection ta tha source of it."

}{

Raguel tilts his head to the side when he asks, "Lord Satan, are you sure that you have the part of Young Adrien's soul that was agreed upon?"

Satan raises a brow at this as he shifts the box he is holding and says, "Of course I'm sure, I extracted it myself. You can ask the witnesses listed if you want to confirm." He paused before he asked the Angel of Justice, "Why do you think that I didn't have any part of Adrien's soul?"

Raguel replied in a slightly confused tone, "Because the aura coming from that box doesn't match Young Adrien."

Satan blinked in confusion when he asked, "I know it's Adrien's but... Why are you getting a different sense? And how does it feel?"

Raguel states in a calm tone, “I am not sure as to why it feels different from Young Adrien.” He then nods his head to Amelie when he adds, "But the bond you have in the box feels near-identical to that woman over there."

}I{

Inconsistency

}{

Marinette raised a brow at the question when she asked, "Why do you want to know that?"

Everyone flashed back to when Jazz kissed Officer Prowl on the lips before their final battle but knew they couldn't tell Marinette that that was the reason why they were asking.

Thankfully, Sabrina explained to the bluette, "Well, Mr Jazz did seem pretty affectionate towards Officer Prowl when we first met him, so I guess we couldn't help but wonder."

'Thank you, Sabrina!' the Miraculous Heroes thought with glee, now having a legitimate reason to be asking that question.

Marinette had an expression that read 'good point' before she finally said, "Oh, they're married to each other. In both the Magical aspects and the human way."

}{

Nino was waving his free hand frantically when he almost shouted into the phone, "Uncle Al! Calm down! I can't understand you when you're talking that fast! What happened?"

}{

Lila smirked when she said to herself, "I was right, this does look perfect on me~."

}{

Jazz tapped the surface of the wood when he asked Gabriel Agreste, "Given that there was a time gap between when her symptoms started and when she went inta tha coma... How come yah never brought her ta any hospital or even called an ambulance?" He waved his other hand when he added, "All this could've been avoided if yah did either."

}{

D hung up the phone and looked around at his work.

Everything was perfect.

}{

Officer Prowl looked up worriedly at Jazz as he clutched his niece close to his chest and then said in an anxious tone, "Don't make me arrest you."

"Don't worry, it an't gunna happen," Jazz stated coldly.

}I{

Until the Stories come out~.

[1234-waystodie]

The fact that you people are happy that those citizens are so desperate and loving about their families who were abducted against any human rights law, without the Red Cross being able to check on them because Hamas won’t let it (and the world stay silence) including elderly and infant for terrorists (no, they are not prisoners for no reason. Yes, the kids too unfortunately committed terror because someone convinced them their life was worth more if they kill a jew) is somehow amazing it’s just sad and shows the true nature of people. You think this is funny? A reason to be happy about? What is wrong with you. Instead of pressuring the world to reales the hostages (including 30 kids but I know you only care about them when they are citizens of Gaza), you celebrate the desperation of those families.

They are holding Thai workers, Philippine, people that had nothing to do with this conflict. And I love how you change the news according to what works with your narrative best - at first you claim that Hamas offered to give them all for free and Israel refused (sure, sounds “believable”) and suddenly when they (Hamas) ask for terrorist you change the narrative to talk about the terrorist as “Palestinians who are held without a reason including kids.”

When it fit your narrative- there were no hostages. When they shake the hand of Hamas terrorist, to show how human we are unlike them, you suddenly say that those are real hostages and that it goes to show how Hamas are “wonderful”(again, they kidnapped a 85 year old and made her walk for miles and beat her with sticks but of course you’ll ignore her saying those things because it doesn’t fit you agenda), not to mention that she was kidnapped in the very first place (war crime! You love fighting those when it comes to Gaza, right?)

When Israel librated the soldier you’ll showed “proof” why Israel is lying and why it is not true that she was a hostage in the first place (‘but her nails are done!’ Yeah honey, gel nails are lasting for a month and her fingers clearly need to be done again which just further proof she was held there).

When Israel or pro-Israeli claim something you make up something that isn’t true (‘Israel already announced they killed 50 hostages’ umm honey I literally watch the Israeli news 24/7 and we did not announce anything like that).

And you say we are brainwashed. In every argument I had all the pro-Palestinian could say the same three words they learned and showed no knowledge about Israel or Gaza. Please, stop thinking your opinion or “knowledge” is better than the people who live here.

It’s not.

via @ ahmedeldin on ig

never thought I would see settlers call for the release of all Palestinian prisoners

[gappan]

Big Ramble about my art, style & other things

I struggle with creating things sometimes, mostly due to the feeling of being tugged in different directions.

Theres the issue of creating something out of my range, but it likely being more popular than what I usually like to create.

I'm obsessed with breaking anatomy and making my art be a reflection of my emotions. Its hard for me to draw for other people, point blank. I think its terrible but thats why i'm so bad at wanting to take commissions. I technically do but, only my friends ever commission me. 😐

I try and offer commissions for my most marketable styles, and sure I can repeat it but fuck it gets so boring after a while. I want to say fuck it and draw in whatever style I like and not be locked down to one. MASSIVE ISSUE FOR CONSISTENCY LOL....

I also feel its something of an issue that I almost never finish anything, getting bored of a drawing right before the finishing touches. That sucks man, that really sucks. So maybe I should just post things i'll probably never finish here because i'm on an endless cycle of. 😑 draw something -> it looks good -> want to add more details -> it gets overwhelming and I never finish it -> repeat

There are sometimes I break the cycle or do rare fast drawings that I like (see the first real art on this blog of Declan) ¿but? ??huhhhh how do I keep up the pace. I know the answer is probably "go on adhd medication" and yeah thats probably true but i'm terrified of it because when I used to take it, no matter how low the dose it'd fuck with my heart.

I already have a really weird ass heart, its probably tilted on an axis since thats my mom's issue too (my vitriol for her is unending.) She never tells me about health issues she has until oops wow this is in effect for me. That sucks!!!! So with the option of adhd meds out the way wtf do I do to improve my productivity without totally fucking with my neuropathy or triggering my heart to go all wonky.

I literally would be unstoppable if whatever divine force is out there didn't decide to give me Stupid Body Syndrome, I could be knocked over by a gentle breeze or perhaps a gentle gust of wind.

Anyways, i'll work to my dreams of sharing my stories with everyone. I was thinking of starting with a gag comic thats a spinoff of the main story i'm working on just to put the characters out there. That might be hard but 4komas are easy to draw (but difficult to master!)

As for my art, I aim to create a "style" that is noticable as my work while still being diverse enough that I don't get bored. I love strong and interesting shapes, so you can view my strokes and know its made by me. This is especially an issue because of AI. Finding an identity can be tough!! But human-made love always beats out souless craps.

I love line tangents and want to encorperate them into my work more, I always see people going "umm but it doesn't look good" theres the issue. If its unintentional it can look bad, but if you know wtf you're doing it can create a striking piece.

Whenever I see an art tip that is like point blank "ahhh don't do this!!" I like to say fuck you and do it anyways. Theres no point in limiting creativity just bc its the standard.

And...! I want to post more work using body horror. Its one of my favorite things to encorperate an odd series of spines or a leaking hole in someones chest. I mostly experiment using some of my ocs which i'll post later.. they aren't really a story but they're a series of art.

They are "the bird, the beast, the bug" three characters specifically following the bird, Lich. An angel who was tempted by the bug, Beez, to Fall. Its unknown exactly how he did fall, but he was punished by reincarnating as a phoenix. Which sounds pretty cool but its not, because he now lives on an endless cycle of time in which loops. Being immortal, and being forced to live until everythings gone each time. Whether its by his own hands or not.

At some point, they all become the same person but also kind of not. Its hard to explain and mostly left up to interpretation to the viewer. I made Lich when I was in highschool still, like one of my first years.

Anyways. Thats a short explanation of that! Its a lot, but i'll keep cooking.

I'll try to reach my goal, and hopefully people will just care for my art the way I like it. I'd love to interact with more people based on my art, and i'm not shy to admit its apart of being an artist to want feedback; but I guess overall I just do it for myself. I want others to enjoy my work. But if its just for my own enjoyment; hey thats fine.

I appreciate if you got this far. I want to create... its the most important thing in the world for me. If I don't draw or create I get viscerally dissociative, i've been struggling with it as of late but I don't want to let this get in the way of my worlds and stories I want to tell.

Goodnight 🫡

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Look, I really wanna get a job, I really do, it's just difficult when ever NEVER submitted an application before, and while I've learnt HOW to make resume, I don't know what. TO. PUT. ON. IT. Because I've tried, my mother said I did it wrong, I've asked her for help. She said "ask my brother." And like bitch WHAT??? Aren't you a parent? Isn't your JOB AS A PARENT to HELP YOUR CHILD??? And like she signed me up for a "Vocational Rehbilitation" thing because apparently I'm soooo disabled I can't fucking get a job, which. Isn't true. My only problem I have with adhd is focusing for long periods of time... and 'ooo shiny'.

And they WONT help me get a job until I shadow enough jobs I like but the problem is THEY WONT LET ME SHADOW THE JOBS I WANT BECAUSE THE COMPANIES THINK ITS TOO MUCH OF A RISK. So they're no help. And I learned and he probably wasn't allowed to say it but luckily he's new to that company but the guy who's supposed to be helping has said that I don't need a resume on starting jobs? Well why the fuck did no one tell me? I'm thinking that it's not that people don't want me to succeed, it's that everyone is ROOTING for me to fail. But that's a bit crackpot but they also say "oh no one wants to work anymore" but then? Why is everyone making it so DAMN DIFFICULT THEN??? Like I wanna write a book, I really do. But I keep getting distracted, and that's on me but at the same time, I can't go to a public place where it's not acceptable to be horny so broadly to keep myself from going on here, so it's a little bit difficult, and I have to deposit $500/month to keep a checking account open so I can't do that yet, so I can't get a Patreon to get people to pay me for stories (I'm not good enough to start that anyway I wanna do some free stories first get my name out there)

But I'd also like to say, when I also LITERALLY DONT HAVE A LICENSE TO DRIVE ANYWHERE bc mother thought I shouldn't have one while in school, it's a LITTLE DIFFICULT TRYING TO GET A JOB.

I'm sorry I'm just... upset at everything right now, if someone wants to help please do, I will redact personal info if you help but yeahhh umm even if it's just:

Hey go study for your driving test

That'd be greatly appreciated

One last thing I forgot to mention is mother won't even help me study for the practical exam for my license soo again, it's really fucking hard to do shit, not to mention the lying she does to me constantly and the control she wants over me

But yeah, if someone could PLEASE help me I'll draw something for you, or write a story for you, or hell it's up to your imagination as long as it's not physical or personal, just please not money, that's hard enough.

Thank you for reading this far, I'm sorry for this I'm just... a little pissed lol

[zumpietoo]

Sooo....

I absolutely looooovvveee how the wingnuts hatred is, ofc, not even remotely veiled racism...currently their gotchas consist of:

There are some really rich democrats, too---and some of them are <gasp!> BLACK!!! For some strange reason, while a white Thuggie being wealthy is totes fine and means they're "fightin' for the little guy", a democrat being rich (particularly if NOT a whitey) = "evvvolllll and gonna fuck y'all over". I have yet to hear why/how this is/works, but apparently it's true.

Dear ex-Leader will rescue us from GLOBAL inflation (which is now down to 2.9%, anyway....) by

Cutting taxes for rich peeps (nooo), and his most recent promise of no income tax at all (not sure how he plans to fund the government, but okaayyy).....which, hey, I hate taxes, too....but, again, one of the basics of "why inflation?" is "too many $$$ chasing too few goods", so, actually? This would increase inflation.

Cutting energy prices in half.....he means oil (as in gas), here....which....nooooo....this would cause the oil industry to collapse AND promptly plunge us into a deep recession, like a depression....now, TBF, we'd no longer be worried about inflation....

It would also, ironically, cause natural gas prices to skyrocket, so now we're back to inflation....

Place a tariff on imported goods.....except those costs would be passed to Americans and directly affect poor people....and definitely wouldn't curb inflation, because it would increase prices (he's REALLY bad at basic economics, huh?)

Decrease regulation - again, since this translates to shit like price gouging, it wouldn't help and would be about reducing the minimum wage, so, also, noooppppeee.....and, apparently doesn't apply to the oil industry OR ladies' private bits, huh??? So now we're in a recession AND you're gonna be paid near slave wages....and no birth control/gotta carry your rape baby, which if doesn't please rich whities, whelp, too bad you're a Poor and can't buy fud for it!

Be the "law and order candidate"----first off, umm.....(and this also aligns with "Harris haaatesss cops"), he's a convicted felon, with violent crimes (rape) in there, to boot. Harris? Is a former DA/AG, that MAKES her a cop, in and of itself....we also have Trump literally celebrating and honoring cop killers, early next month. So the actual crook is the cops' friend, but the actual cop isn't? Okaaayyy...

Meanwhile.....love the "Kamala fucked her way to the top/is a prostitute" (does Jill know?)----when, again, Trump is on wife #3, who WAS an actual prostitute and who he cheated on with a porn star, while she was preggers....his second wife was a trashy bimbo, who likely at a minimum, gave blowies for gigs on Broadway...and pretty sure Ivana's murky past included some shady shit, as well....

Speaking of his ex-wifes, 2 were also illegal aliens prior to marrying him---so, ummm.....LBR, it isn't that you have a problem with "illegals" (nor does he), it's that you have a problem with "not white"....AND while Vance claims Usha's parents "respected the process to enter this country legally", who knows? Plus, again, shouldn't he be trashing Plastania then? Or his boyfriend Peter Thiel?

ANNNNDDD.....OFC, this makes both Vance and his wife self loathing hypocrites, as well as refusing to stand up over the bi-racial shit, etc....but, again, nothing new for Thuggies, there....and Usha is somebody (kinda like Phyllis Schlafly before her) who has benefited from progressive views and policies (feminism, anti-racism, immigration), but is only too happy (like her lowlife hubby) to pull the ladder right TF up behind her....

[coldnightstars]

Why can’t I make friends, am I that bad of a person,” I blabred to my plant “I wish you could respond back, as you are basically the only thing I talk to.” I heard that if you talk to your plants it will make them grow faster but I really don’t think that is true “Oh plant, why must you be so cruel to me, just talk to me already” I said very dramatically, I have no idea why I’m still talking to the plant but I also don’t want to go to school is not like I have any friends waiting for me.

“OLIVER!” my mom shouts from downstairs

“Yes, yes I’m coming!” I shout back

“Well you better hurry before I drag you down here” my mom said, I have no idea why she always says that, like why can’t she just be quiet is literally 8 in the morning how can she always be energetic. Sometimes I wish I could steal it from her and have it for myself because everyday I feel so tired. I finally decide to walk down the stairs and get myself in to the car

“Hey, you ready for the new school.” she yells in my ear

“Could you please not scream in my ear.” I said angrily

“You know you don’t have to always be so grumpy, right.” she commented

“Could you just start driving” I mumble to myself, but I do feel very grumpy for no reason probably because I know nothing is really gonna happen, either way I do hate the first day because you always have to introduce yourself and say a fun fact, and when it’s my turn to go my mind goes blank I always wonder if this is just a me thing or is like a everybody thing.

“Okay we're here” my mom says with no emotion whatsoever, I sigh my way out the car, I already want to go home even though I just came here. New classes, new everything. I very much do not like it, but it also means new people and I can actually make a new friend or I mean my first friend.

As I wait till is my turn to introduce myself there is this guy who peeks my interest he has wavy hair, I want to squeeze it.

“Oliver it's your turn” Ms.Smith says

I go blank I can’t think, everyones is looking at me, come on Oliver anything say anything

“umm…Hi my name is Oliver and I like drawing” I say what my mind can come up with which I guess is ok but the things is that is not true at all I absolutely hate drawing there just something about it and I hate that I can’t make anything how I want it to look like its very frustrating

“Ok, take a seat” She say in a very calm tone

I took a seat and that one guy that I took an interest in sat right next to me, I wonder if I’m in a movie. Ms.Smith started her lesson, but I was mostly looking outside where the leaves fall down from the tree and dance in the wind. It was a wonderful view.

“Hey, hello, you there” the guy next to me said

“Uhh… ya”

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Do you like autumn” he asked

“Ya, why?” I asked back because it’s a really weird question to ask someone random

“Because, I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a walk with me during lunch to see the pretty trees”

“Ummm… I guess” This guy is kinda weird

“Ok, I’ll see you there”

I wonder if I’ll actually be able to find because there is going to be a bunch of people and he is kinda short, and also what kind of a person would ask a question like that but I could make a friend out of him.

[imherebabycakes]

Can You Do A Vampire Mikey x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon 🍋 For It Too

142. “Bite me.” 132. “Argue all you want we both know you belong to me.” 5. “MINE.” 89. Mating season 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 96. Making out 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” and Turning Into A Vampire

oh you ain’t know? ….turtles bite!

MIKEY X FEMREADER

Bayverse tmnt

🧛‍♂️ 🐢 🧡

this is my first ask, and i honestly hope, i did well.

let me set the scene:

in this world its 2022 , mutants are normal but its rare to see them everyday, some people have accepted them and well…. you know the rest.

a few months Ago you were celebrating a friends halloween birthday party in her penthouse apartment in upstate new York, you went dressed up as a sexy vampires, You were basically in lingerie you had fake fang teeth, wearing a black & burnt orange corset with orange lace boy shorts  black thigh high stockings,strippa heels,with a lace dark orange vail .the party was lit, there was drinking games, stripping games,dance contest starting every 5 minutes. people were really letting loose. you knew your drinking limit, but that night you knew you went a little over bord but you were still very aware of everything that was going on around you,so to sober up you set down on a nearby couch and drank two water bottles. something was telling you to look up so you did & right across the dim lit room, you saw him,A mutant turtle man, One of the 4 brothers that saved New York back in 2016 from aliens. you heard about them but never seen them up close before. man was he handsome. looking back on it you couldn’t remember what his costume was but it might’ve been a police swat team or ninja of sorts . but you honestly didn’t care because his look was so different & those damn baby blue eyes captured you, no literally it’s like as soon as you locked eyes with him without thinking your legs started moving by themselves ,before you knew it he had you wrapped in his arms. BIG MISTAKE

}}}}}}} Y/N get your sexy ass in here!!, you can clean them dishes later, i need you now. y/n is so beautiful, loving, caring. but tonights the night she’ll find out that besides me being a turtle im also a vampire, i was bit by a mutant vampire 2 years ago.

}}}}}}}}} I stopped what I was doing and slowly walk into his room, sometimes I forget that he’s not fully human, his body is godlike,im talking Hercules or Poseidon.  then reality sets in and I remember that he is a mutant, and true to his animal side his turtle room was dark,and humid, starting down his winding steps that were made of mahogany wood, his roomed smelled sweet like citrus fruit, the walls were covered with lush green vines , flowers & jagged rocks that had water trickling down them which led into a beautiful small pond that had a few koi fish in it. on the walls he had Beautiful paintings & sketches that hung, the floors were of marble and leading to his bed there was plush black shag carpet . turning my attention to the turtle man we lock eyes, but something seems different, his eyes seem darker, and so does the room or is it just the atmosphere.

}}}}}}}}} there’s my girl, come hop on my lap with your pretty slef, so i can kiss those lushly plump lips that i love so much.

}}}}}}}}} doin as told, i got on his lap and we start to Makeout heavily. man could he kiss, he had every inch of my body on fire, he grabbed my ass, breasts, and neck, its like once he gets started i cant get enough of him. then out of nowhere he abruptly pins me on my back and takes a huge sniff of the air,& says MINE

}}}}}} her ass, & breasts plump and ready for devouring, taking in the air around me, i could smell that she was ready, her arousal had me seeing colors so to speak, Y/n my love, i say kissing her neck,,,, yes mickey? …..do you know how a turtle takes his mate?…. umm no… no i dont mikey? well your about to find out,i say cooing in her ear, because its mating season

}}}}}}} while mickey was kissing on my neck he started talking about some mating season about turtles, then it hit me…. he wants to have sex! all we’ve ever done was kiss or dry hump. man this was kinda sudden or was it?…. is time slipping away from me that fast. No mikey, i say as i tried to push him away, im not ready… well at least thats what my mind’s telling me but my body craves you some how. why?

}}}}}}}} my love please stop fighting this,Argue all you want we both know you belong to me. you crave me because you love me, this is supposed to be, i make you do nothing you dont wanna do. not being able to hold back on my animalistic instincts any longer, i bite into her neck hard enough to penetrate but gentle enough where I don’t hurt her, taking in her sweet nectar of blood i go numb. stopping to look into her eyes i ask can i continue… y/n?…. umm i guess so mikey, No Y/n! i need a yes or no answer!!! it’s important, i need permission……. okay damn you dont have to yell….y-yes you..m-may continue mikey……good girl cuz thats all i needed.

}}}}}}} before I could say anything else , Mikey bit me, he fucking bit me, immediately my body filled with pain then like a light switch i felt pleasure and it actually felt good, everything heightened, my eyesight smell & touch,but why? why did i now feel so amazing, then mikey latched off my neck and ripped off my shirt and pants, and striped me of my underwear too,i was now in my birthday suit, mikey cupped my face so gently and kissed me so sweetly, and said “ im going to fuck you now” . we made love for hours it seemed. he ate, licked and fucked every hole i had, which left me weak but satisfied.

}} }}}kissing this beautiful lady before me,i couldn’t believe all we had just did in the last few hours, she was all mine & i hers.i stop and just bask before her , but in the back of my mind i know i need to let her know she’s no longer just human,and she needs to eat or she’ll die. y/n my love, do you feel any different?

well, now that you’ve mention it, it’s like all my senses are heightened and I’m feeling weak & strong at the same time, I crave something but I don’t know what it is. ”you crave blood y/n” , what the hell are you talking about Mikey? im human why would i crave blood?  because you’re not just human anymore y/n you’re now a vampire, well Vampires. “wait what!!,, how? i mean when?…Ouch! i just bit my lip!! why are my teeth so sharp!!! ,….this isn’t making any sense…. i cant be a vampire because then that would mean…wait.. w-wait….i-it was you! this whole damn time!!! your the reason!!! thats why i’ve been in a trance like state, not knowing if its night or day ….. fuck you mikey!!!! fuck, fuck, fuck!!!… you turned me into this?!!!! yes y/n but i didn’t make you do anything my love please understand. deep down you must’ve wanted me just the same or it wouldn’t have worked. well at least thats how the rules go… & i’m not just a turtle Im part vampire, I was a bit a while ago now this is my life. i never craved anyone until you. but we’ll have a deeper conversation later because you need to eat.

}}}}}}

this is all honestly too much, I’ve been willingly unwillingly turned into a vampire. and im naked, what is to become of me now? I feel weak really weak. im hungry. i need to eat.

Y/n ….your going to have to drink my blood.

what! no are you insane. i’m hungry but I’m not that hungry.

y/n you will die if you dont.

what?

yes, once a vampire bites you, you need to bite them back or bite another person. or you’ll parish

come on y/n Bite me,

man hell nah, im not giving into my vampire desires

baby cakes you’ll die!!, please this is the only way, i promise everything will be okay

}}}}}}}}

looking into mikey eyes, though pissed off i know he’s telling the truth somehow. well how and where do you want my to do it? this is all new to me man.

}}}}

come, sit on my lap and just go for it, mikey idk about this im nervous, “its okay” you wont hurt me at all… hmmm,,, okay… “sniff” wait whats that smell? its amazing!!! “its blood y/n. now do it, bite!

}}}}}} sitting on his lap, i spread my legs across him , and arch my neck opposite his, welp no going back,, mmmm his blood smells amazing, i cant take it anymore!!!! i bit down and hard,,,, aaagh!!! thats it baby cakes DONT HOLD BACK!!! take whats yours become what you truly are deep inside!!!!

}}}}}} drinking his worm delicious blood, my life flashed before my eyes, i seen past present and future, i seen the wonders of the world and the worst, tears prickling out my eyes, i latch off, then it all went black

}}}}}} angel cakes??…. wake up… y/n please..wake up baby

hmp…..mikey…. wha-what happened to me!

i had a weird …..dream

i dreamt, you turned me into a vampire, and we had some amazing sex. and that i bit & drank your blood

it wasn’t a dream angel face….we are vampires now and are bound together for life,

woah, so all of that was true it really happened!… im no longer just human?

yes y/n are you mad at me?

honestly, not anymore everything that i use to want & be is no longer i crave you, and we’ve you only had regular sex, now i gotta fuck you, vampire style

thats my girl

[diedbutterflies69]

Drunk in love- Bang Chan imagine.

This is pure imagination. Minors don't interct.

Contains: explicit stuff fingering, blowjob, sex etc.

Red lights mv is the reason for this imagine.

Being alone never bothered you until now. Being alone at a place you don't belong. Sitting in An expensive night club, after quitting your job you decided to have time for yourself and do all the things you missed out so and the sixteenthth goal of your list was drinking in the city's most stunning and expensive club, you decided to get Fully wasted while slurping various wines, champagne, sweet Mimosa etc. but after seeing the price you realised that the one shot of vodka's price was equivalent to your whole month's grocery budget.

So yeah this is how you were struck, with a beautiful woman who gave you rich CEO vibes slightly drunk and was ranting about some buisness stuff you barely knew.

And she was really something else so damn pretty, elegant even her voice was sexy even though you were quite straight you wouldn't hesitate to be her sugar baby cause Money .

You don't understand how a powerful women like her was being so vulnerable infront of you, maybe because you helped her fixing her expensive backless dress, which was on edge of tearing, who didn't expect her to give you such a great treatment and open up to you. It has been 2 hours since you have been with that stunning women, but now you were really tired and was just wished to go to your nest. While being deep in your thoughts that women whose name was Sana (pretty people have pretty name too) her phone ranged .

" hey, your phone is ringing", you said her softly resulting her in giving a whiny look.

" whoever that is calling can suck fuck itself, you hear me , ignore it", Sana said after silencing her phone and again giving you some great intellectual knowledge.

The phone may have vibrated more than 6 times before Sana decided to to pick it and you again knew however was on the other line will be hearing tons of unique insults now ..

"hello, Bang I am absolutely fine and just having drinks with my new found friend, you relax and go, bye" Sana said screaming her lungs out as the music was hella loud. You were quite surprise by how kind she sounded, She called someone Bang as far you remembered , Must be someone special to her you thought.

"who was it? ", You asked her cautiously trying to not appear too nosy. In answer to your question she gave you a big smile and continuing " My little brother, you already know what kind of shit I am going through so he just worried for me, I am lucky right?", While describing her little bro there was a big smile on her beautiful face and yeah she surly was lucky cause the brother you had was a druggist because of whom you used to get really low on money back in days. And now the phone again rung and she picked up guess she really hated how the person on other side of line was feeling.

"Hello again", Sana said her voice really tired and vulnerable. You guessed that person on the other side asked her where she was as she said the club's name next. You really hate this club from the depth of your heart, cause you didn't got any alcohol to taste nor good food. You were bought back to reality As Sana yelled at the person who was on phone.

"I will kill you if you come here", Damn Sana sounded 1999 times more dangerous now and you were scared to death. But a little glad as someone was coming to pick her up and that meant you can go back to your dead apartment too.

"Guess he will eventually come here, I should just get fully wasted than hearing his boring lecture" Sana said after cutting the call , she signalled a waiter to your table and ordering some great quality of alcohol. Yess finally you could too get a little raste too of that sweet paradise drink, you were internally screaming as the waiter bought some nice too good to be true shots. Sana immediately gulping down three shot one after another means she just swallowed your three months grocery.

Now pushing your urge to atleast try one shot, you stopped Sana from getting wasted and distracting . Once again you killing your desires, after about 20 minutes you saw a drop dead gorgeous Man approaching your and Sana's table . That man was wearing an expensive black suit you could feel his intimidating aura even from a distance, his eyes darker than your future, even in those blurry red lights you can easily notice every feature of that hot stranger. You were bought back to reality when that stranger straight up goes to Sana who was little wasted but still sane. You salute her alcohol tolerance level.

" you fine?" The man asked Sana, now you were sure that he was Sana's little bro but you didn't thought by little she meant such a great human with outstanding body proportions. He was so sexy you were internally drowling over that sexy human's visuals.

" You seriously came here? Damn I love my brother so much", Sana said in her voice clearly indicating how drunk she was. She was smiling adorably at her bro but he looked at her with a annoyed gaze.

"get up, let me take you to your house, come", the stranger said and helped Sana to get up from her seat, which made her stumbled and now you clearly knew her alcohol tolerance level was trash, she wasn't able to even stand without any support . Your hands reached her waist in attempt to save her from falling. And that action finally made the man to look at you . your heartbeat increased so much just by his mere gaze at you . And for the first time in night he talked to you.

"who are you", he asked you . Ouch, that was an obvious question to ask but you were disappointed because how boring and uninterested his tone was with you while with Sana he sounded so fuckin caring. But regardless gulping down your nervousness, you replied to him politely.

"umm, I helped Sana slightly and from then we are talking", you knew your explanation was just trash but it atleast made that man realise that you were the 'new found friend' who Sana described on call.

"Okay, can you help me carry her back till parking lot?", The Stanger asked you, his voice now laced up with little gratitude and expectation. You simply nodded your head and wrapped Sana's one arm to your shoulder and helped her walking while that man went to pay the bill.

At parking lot you were standing with a little dead women, while waiting for him , all you saw at parking lot was beautiful and costly cars, something which you won't be able to afford it this lifetime. You never felt this much out of place before. That man's presence bought you back to reality, again feeling insecure as you standed next to Sana. She was a goddess and her brother an alluring devil.

He didn't spoke much to you and simply helped you carry Sana to the Car.

Now, an overdramatic old aged man coming out of car, which you think you knew, her deceased husband's dad, Sana had gave you her whole family history , future and economic information, apparently that old man treated Sana as his own daughter and today Sana lost the lawsuit related to her late husband's death and that was the reason for Sana's mad women behaviour today. That old man looked as Sana and it seemed like he was controlling his urge to cry, but nevertheless got inside the car with her to tired to even thank you.

Now here's when the fun begins. You were left alone alone with that alluring devil. But you sadly knew he wasn't even interested in you even 1 % so you got ready to go back to your nest and started walking until..

"wait!, Let me drop you to your home please", he said and wooow how could you say no to that glamorous offer as it was too late at night to get a bus and too hard to get a cab. You acted like a little hesitant but eventually said yes, as you didn't knew how less time it will take him to take back his offer. Following him to his car And again your jaw almost dropped it was the hottest car you ever seen in your life. And it was honour for you to get a chance to be inside it. The man opened the door for you, you not being sure if he was being a gentleman or to was preventing you to touch his car, but nevertheless you got inside it the temperature was warmer inside the car and the air freshener was doing a great job. He got on driving seat next to you and started driving.

After exiting the parking lot he asked for your address, and you just told him to drop next to bus stop cause the building you lived was apparently more like a abandoned haunted place.

he didn't forced you for further answers and started driving to your direction.

You were lost in admiring the Stranger's car from inside and literally got startled by his deep voice.

"listen, can I please drop you somewhere , your place is too far from here, I need the go somewhere today", he said you and your mood literally dropped, yeah it was true that you lived far away from club it took you 3 hours to reach there in traffic, so swallowing your disappoint you replied.

"it's okay, drop me here only", you didn't knew why your voice was so weak at the moment maybe because you wanted a little bit kindness from that man but he just ruined your every expectation.

"I am sorry, but there is another option too" that man said to when you were getting ready to yeet yourself out of his useless expensive car.

"you gonna call cab for me, no thanks I will look for it " you Said and you didn't expect to sound rude. You thought now that man will now won't hesitate to throw you out of window.

But in response he smiled, for first time in night but his smile a little evil.

"no, I meant you can spend the night at my house", he said voice laced up with nothing but purness.

And your heart stopped. Spending a night at someone else house and that someone was a dangerous devil. You immediately said no to his tempting offer but

"Please,it doesn't make me feel good to drop off a such a fantastic women of my car and you even helped my sister, I should repay your kindness, please.."

You were more than just shocked, whatever he just said was something you least expected, he fucking called me gorgeous you thought and your heart literally flied in the sky.

"no, it's okay please drop me here", you said impatiently, the nervousness kicking you on head.

"Relax, I am not gonna do anything to you, don't be afraid" he said you in such a calm tone fully opposite of his devil like demonor, you immediately melted and tried to consider his offer, his house won't be less than any luxury hotel and you being you..

"are you comfortable, letting a stranger in your house?" You asked him honestly you didn't wanted to make yourself a burden to that man. In response to your question the stranger let out a soft chuckle.

"forget me,are you comfortable being in some Stranger's house?", He asked you with strange curious tone. You honestly didn't knew the answer.

"Yes, I am comfortable, you only told you won't do anything so", your voice coming out softer a little innocent. He smiled at your answer, somehow satisfied.

"So should I take car to my house?", He asked you again, damn you wanted to shout a big ass yes, but suppressed the desire by simply nodding. And so the stranger reversed the car back to his house direction.

"what's your name ?", He asked you, looking at you finally he initiated a conversation.

"Y/N, what's your name?", You asked him.

"Chan", he simply replied.

"nice", you said and again silence. You were a super awkward person and that fact wasn't hided from Chan.

"What do you do for living?", Chan asked after some second and you frowned upon hearing that question.

"I am sorry, if it was too personal", he quickly noticed your behaviour you tried to say something "No, I am just unemployed at the moment and I am writer, yes writer", you replied what you said wasn't completely a lie you used to write some articles back in past but your recent job from which you quitted was at a restaurant.

"Wow, writers are amazing, it's great make people connect to your work", Chan complimented you for something you really didn't did. Still you took it and smiled back.

" your work must be tough sir, balancing off an company ain't easy", you complimented Chan back.

" Sana must have told you about what I do, right?", Chan asked you to which you nodded.

Again silence and in 5 minutes the car stopped infront of a skyscraper.

Rich people really live in sky. You thought.

"here we are", Chan said after opening the door for you and handing off the keys to guard.your neck almost got twisted to see end of the building.

"Done looking?", Chan asked you slightly waving his hand infront your face and damn he was veiny. Having a thing for hands was definitely your thing and Chan must have noticed your hungry gaze on his hands but didn't said anything .

"yeah let's go", you replied and started walking with him.

You both entered in heavantor. And again the same awkward air surrounding you both. Maybe it was sexual tension in Chan's mind which you scrapped off as awkward.

"Do you perhaps... Have a boyfriend?", Chan asked with a little hesitation in his, and for the first time in your whole life you got this nervous, he didn't proposed you but his question was very suggestive.

"no I don't, do you have girlfriend?", You answered and asked back.

"No", Chan answered and again silence.

"why you asked?", You again questioned him

"To know if I can make you interested in me or not", Chan said back a proud smirk dancing on his face and you were dead. He said something bold so confidently your mind pure hazey now.before you could say something the doors of hellevator opened.

"let's go", Chan said immediately getting out like he just didn't almost gave you heartattack. Nevertheless you followed him.

He put on the passcode and you both entered in his luxurious house. The house something you didn't expect. Dark, just as much dark as your future, but it looked freaking classy.

Chan showed you a room, to spend a night, but you noticed how he was holding back from something and as well as you. And you knew it was now or never.

"I am already interested in you, why would you want to make me though?", You asked if you thought it was bold but you stuttered as much as students who gave presentations.

But Chan find it alluring about you. Cliché but, he was too in daze after meeting you. And now finally his wish coming true. He smiled and come a little too close to you.

"Because, I am really interested in kissing your beautiful lips", Chan said , if this line would be came out of any normal guy then it would be to cringy, But Chan was your alluring hot devil and fantasy, someone so beautiful interested in me you thought. you tried to say the first thing that came to your mind.

"Then kiss.. me", You said the last word almost like a whisper , Chan smirked at you, you were literally his ideal type he knew you weren't innocent but ironically you were.

Chan's hand reached your cheek and made you look at him, being too embarrassed you avoided his eyes.

"Look at me, Y/N", Chan almost said as a whisper. Gathering your scattered courage you finally managed to look in to Chan's eyes and his eyes were .. scary.

"I can kiss you, right?", Chan again asked you and you sweared nothing is as hot as consent. You nodded a yes to him.

"Baby, use your words", Chan said the word baby rolled of his tongue so erotically.

"Yes", you said not breaking the eye contract.

"is it okay to Call me sir?", He asked you, now you were dead sure that this man was Kinky af. And you won't be surprised if he had a tons of chain in his bedroom.

"Kiss me, Sir", you said literally feeling so submissive to him. A last smile Chan gave you before his lips touched yours and the butterflies in your stomach exploded. His lips were soft, but the kiss wasn't he sucked at your bottom lip almost painfully and when his tongue entered your mouth, butterflies again exploded, his tongue doing wonders in your mouth , you didn't even knew a kiss so deep, so sensual can happen. With Chan's right hand at back of your neck ,the other one reached down to squeeze your hand in a tight yet sensual grip you finally feeling those veins and the kiss getting more heated.

"let's continue this in bedroom, Chan said after finally breaking the kiss to catch breath, he lifted you up in his arms and it felt so fuckin great, he was so strong even though you were little heavy Chan showed no sign of uneasiness. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and while he carried you to his bedroom, you never felt this much safe in anyone's arms as much as this hot Stranger's.

He put you down while unlocking his door, after unlocking he again carried you and softly laid you down on his grey bedsheets. His room was a mix of grey and blue a little weird but you didn't got much time to explore as Chan immediately started his ministrations on your body. He was a great man who believed in foreplay supremacy.

"Aah", you moaned a little as he sucked at your neck the little sound of yours making his dick painfully hard. He got on his knees towering your frame.

"Can your mouth handle this?", Chan asked you pointing at his memeber and were glad to give him a positive answer. Getting up, you undid his belt and removed both his pants and briefs simultaneously, Chan looking at you like a animal the whole time. The moment his erection was visible to you , you were beyond shock, he was so fucking big he won't obviously fit in your mouth, but you didn't wanted to disappoint Chan so you slowly entered the tip of cock in your mouth going little by little back and forth slowly till it was deep enough to hit the back of your throat. You slightly gagged and that sended shivers to Chan's spin ,to get that feeling again his hand wrapped around hair and detaching you from his cock.

"will you be comfortable, if I go rough?", Chan again asked you , and without any second thought you said yes to him. After being satisfied with your answer, he immediately tightened his grip on your hair and shoved you back on his cock, his tip directly coming in contract with back of your throat and a gagged being heard, you didn't expect him to be this rouf but it was such a turn on for you. You stumbled a little as he was ramming himself inside you hands gripping on to his thighs for support. He wasn't moaning too much but grunting and occasional deep breaths.

"Fuck, you have wonderful mouth babe, so fucking perfect", Chan praised you that resulted in your pussy skipping a heartbeat and encouraging you to go Even deeper.

Your one hand coming in contact with his balls which maybe was his string before cumming. He was grunting too much which meant he was close .

"keep going babe, I am gonna cum inside your mouth, will it be okay?", Chan asked and to affirm him you just increased the speed.

"don't let it fall" , Chan said and after a few seconds he bursted in your mouth, a warm feeling welcoming inside your throat and just as Chan commanded you swallowed it all without letting his seeds fall. After fully empting himself inside your mouth Chan removed his cock from your mouth.

"let out your tongue", Chan commanded you in his breathless voice you immediately following his words. Slowly removing your tongue.

You looked so submissive to Chan, the perfect person to fuck he wished to fuck. Chan spitted inside your mouth, your eyes widen on his sudden such a filthy yet hot action.

"Swallow it, babe", Chan said voice fully filled with lust. You obeyed him without any hesitation, whatever Chan was doing to you made you feel like being on cloud nine.

Chan again made you lie on the matteress , him staring at you from top, ever so submissive. Chan's hand directly reached your Fully clothed breasts his mere action made you whimper, your small little sounds were giving him so much satisfaction.

"so fucking sensitive", Chan said to himself as he his fingers were dancing on top of your breast. To eager to see your naked body, he slightly tilted your body to undo the dress zipper after successfully removing it he undid your bra next. Your breasts immediately being exposed to his eyes and Chan just lost his sanity, immediately slapping your right breast as an instict,. You moaned loudly at the sudden pain but it was pleasurable enough to make your panties wet.

"Do you like it, you like being gropped and slapped ,huh?", Chan asked you and your head in pure haze .

"yes sir I like it", you breathlessly said causing Chan to smirk , he loved to know what kind of effect he had on your body and mind. After twisting and slapping your nipples Chan finally decided to take them inside his mouth and paint them with beautiful marks. You were questioning his real identity at this moment his teeth felt like Some wolf was devouring you but it was damn pleasurable.

You were a moaner even a screamer during sex , which fueled Chan's lust to give you even more pleasure.

Being done with your boobs now Chan's hands reached your most sensitive part. He wasn't really surprised to know how much wet you were down there when his hands cupped your pussy through the panties.

"my baby is dripping, who caused her wetness?", Chans asked you in dangerous tone you just moaned at his words but he harshly slapped your cunt.

"I asked a question, answer it", Chan warned you his sudden rude tone again surprising you you stuttered as you answered him .

"you sir, I am dripping because of you", you answered Chan and he was satisfied. He entered his middle finger inside your pussy with through the cloth, the harsh texture of cloth making you moaned out. He removed your panties and without a warning entered his 2 fingers inside you and twisting them ever so harshly , Chan was a sex God.

And it was just the beginning of night.

Thanks for reading ❤️.

[yesimwriting]

Dying Starlight

A/n: i dont think an audience for this exists?? ik it’s not shadow and bone related, but ive been reading red queen and i wanted to try writing maven and ive been playing with this idea. umm...on the off-chance that there is an audience for this i do think of this as more of a series but i’ll probably end up deleting this lol 

(Series?) Summary: reader is a childhood friend of Mare’s who isn’t officially part of the Scarlet Guard but gets captured by Maven. As a prisoner, she feels like her mind is being messed with as she begins to see a more human side of Maven. The new King tells himself the only thing he sees in her is that she’s a way to get to Mare, but something about her genuiness is infectious. 

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Irony twists things. Right now, the irony that my last thoughts might be about how I wish I had been trusted with a suicide pill twist my impending doom into something almost comical. I’d laugh, but I’d rather not startle the rats in my cell. This has been their home for presumably years, but I’ve only been down here a few hours. 

I scratch the back of my wrist, staring at tired stone walls like they’ve done something to me. I wish I knew what time it was. How long have I been down here? How long has it been since I was separated from Mare? An hour? Three?Each passing minute strikes me like a bullet, but I can’t count them. I’ve never had a talent for accurately feeling the passage of time.

My head aches, frustration and dread tangling themselves in the pit of my stomach. Mare told me the Queen can search through someone’s mind, seeing memories even they can’t remember. What will they do when they see I know virtually nothing? What will happen when they see how close Mare and I truly are? i can’t do anything and the unknown hurts more than my bruised rib. 

The sound of the heavy door that divides the luxury of the castle from the wasteland of the cells creaks. I only let my arms flinch, moving from my side to wrap defensively around my stomach. Dull footsteps echo down the pathway that lead to the cell I’m in. I don’t cringe, not even when the sound of walking stops. 

I was not born into a rich family, but I was born into a proud one. Fear was practically a criminal act in my household. I’ve been trained to suppress all signs of weakness. My eyes don’t leave the stone wall, I mentally trace the pattern of a long crack in a specific rock. It reminds me of the slope of the Big Dipper. 

Will I ever see stars again? The answer leaves a sharp pain in my chest. 

“Mare told me about you.” 

The words jar me, my stomach dropping in revulsion. Mare had trusted him, and here he stands--successful because he’s a traitor. I know what it’s like to be the most overlooked sibling and to crave to change that. I know what it’s like to want to succeed more than you want air in your lungs, but I don’t think I’d ever betray someone. I like to think that there’s a line even the monster in me won’t cross. 

I don’t look at him, partially out of an attempt to protest and partially because I’m afraid of what I’ll see. “She might have mentioned you in passing.” 

His scoff is ridiculous. “She didn’t lie about your sense of humor.” 

That almost makes me wince. His words are too close, too personal. It’s like he knows me. I turn my. head, ready to cut through the uneasy beginning to get to the miserable middle if it brings me to the end faster. 

“You’re here to torment me, not make small talk.” Turning had been a mistake. I regret it instantly. His expression is unforgiving--cold, sharp, and made up of only angles. But that’s not why I stare. I did not expect him to be objectively attractive. The fine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the ice blue of his eyes. I need to snap out of this mindset. I’m sure his beauty will not be so distracting when he’s burning me. “Though some might consider that the same thing.” 

He scoffs again, the sound dry. The sneer of his lips does not diminish his attractiveness. The fact makes me loathe him. “I wonder if you’ll still be so prone to humor after you’ve been broken--any information of worth extracted from your thoughts.” 

“Let me save everyone the trouble and just tell you everything that I know now.” My back straightens despite the pain in my ribs. I look pathetic, dirty and in a torn dress. He’s regal, dressed in fine, all black clothing. “I know that Mare wanted to kill you today, I know that she needed a distraction and that her distraction needed to be expendable, which is why I’m sitting in front of you.” I squeeze my hands together awkwardly, a bit of genuine irritation rolling in my stomach. “That’s literally all I know, I’m not even part of the Guard.” I scratch the back of my wrist. If I were him, I wouldn’t believe that, but I’m being honest. How pitiful can one person be that they’re worth more disconnected from the group they work for than as an actual member? “You don’t take that kind of risk for someone that’s only skill set is in thought.” 

I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but I don’t regret it. Maybe he’ll think that my story is so pathetic it has to be true. “You have to know more than that.” 

“The Scarlet Guard only reaches out to me on a need-to-know basis, and anything worthwhile to you is something I clearly didn’t need to know.” In a way, I’m glad I can’t give him anything. “So are you going to kill me with a bullet or do you prefer more flamboyant executions?” My death should be plain. I am human completely--I bleed red and I have no powers. “I do think anything more than a simple death is more trouble than I’m worth.” 

His lips press together oddly, something beneath his expression tightening. “You don’t think your dearest friend will return for you?”

The sarcasm in his voice sparks something in me I thought only my sister could. “I think she has a lot of responsibilities and I wouldn’t blame her for having priorities.” 

His eyebrows draw together. “I think you’re painfully unaware of how attached to you she is.” I press my lips into a thin line. “She’ll come for you.”

Something selfish in me hopes that he’s right. No one has ever wanted me enough to come back for me. My mother wanted perfect daughters that knew how to only think in terms of trapping men with stable careers. My sister did it, but I could never manage, and to my mother that made me useless. 

“If you believe it,” I mumble beneath my breath.

I don’t know if he hears me. I can’t bring myself to care if he did. “For your sake, you better not have lied to me.” 

My back relaxes against the raspy wall, fighting down a grimace as the motion irritates my rib injury. “Cross my heart, Your Highness.” 

I watch him carefully, his expression turning into something much more grim. “A King is referred to as His Majesty.” 

“My father was a prominent war general and my mother only wanted daughters she could use to social climb.” I fight down a grin. “I know what I said.” 

His expression darkens into something bone chilling. “I am the King and you’ll refer to me as such or deal with even less pleasant circumstances.” 

I fight against the urge to cower, picturing Mare’s strength in my veins. There’s weakness in everyone, and if I squint I can see the thin cracks in him. “You have everything--the crown, the power, the support of the people, and it’s still not enough. You won and you still feel like you’re competing.” 

“You don’t know anything,” he seethes, practically growling. 

I shouldn’t press him, but the more he reacts, the more weaknesses are revealed. “I know what it’s like to have a sibling that’s the sun, and no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you’re always trapped in a shadow.” 

The lighting makes his eyes look almost glazed over. “My mother will be here soon and the truth will be revealed.” 

He can run from me, but not the truth. Cal has nothing, he has everything--the father that never cared for him is dead, and yet he’s still trapped. Our similarities hurt me more than my physical injuries. 

Maven turns, his gaze moving off of me feels like the removal of heavy shackles. “It would do you well to not press me. You’re worth as much whole as you are broken.” 

There’s the strangest hint of something more to his voice. I wonder if he’s speaking to more than just me. “You haven’t won until that voice in your head telling you that you’re not enough is silenced.”

“You’re a powerless girl who isn’t even wanted by a dying cause and couldn’t find a husband to drag her above the poverty line. You know nothing about me, and if you keep pretending I’ll slaughter you in front of your dear friend.” 

He leaves without another word. I fall asleep with my back against the wall and my ribs aching. 

[korasonata]

Alright, here we are. Back by popular demand, I have favourite moments from Joe and Cleo’s paper model stream Part 3! Y’all asked for this so here we go. (Definitely not a short post anymore)

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Cleo (singing): Excellent choices!

Joe (singing): Made by me! Made by you!

Cleo (talking): I mean, I wouldn’t say this is an excellent choice made by us. Just as a-

Joe (still singing): As long as we stream together! Nothing can ever stumble us both at once!

Cleo: I mean, I think you’d be surprised.

Joe: There’s nothing we can’t achieve! You and me!

Cleo: …Yeah.

—

Joe: Why’d you leave the cat up on the table?

Cleo: Because she won’t go away! She knows she’s not allowed on the table, but I’m here and therefore it must be awesome.

Joe: Mhm. Yeah usually when I climb on a table it’s because you’re there. This is why my viewers are always like “Joe, Cleo brings out such negative behaviour in you.”

Cleo: *cackle laughing* It’s true. It’s true.

Joe: It is.

Cleo: I am a bad influence on you.

Joe: I mean, you could have just ended that sentence after influence, but you know it’s fine.

—

Cleo (affectionately): Joe you are rude today! I think that’s the second time you’ve insulted me in like 5 minutes.

Joe (not even 2 minutes into the stream): What, already?

—

Joe: You know, you’ve had so many jobs in your career. Obviously night surgeon is going to be the next one.

Cleo (holding a scalpel menacingly): *maniacal snickering*

—

Cleo: *leaves for literally less than 2 minutes*

Joe: *singing The Wellerman at full volume*

—

Joe (reading chat): Is Cleo next to me? You know, I like to think that Cleo’s always a little bit ahead of me, but it encourages me to catch up.

—

Cleo: I mean, to be fair, most things could be me. For I am- for I am…(with drama) I am legion! For we are many!

Joe: Hell is empty! And all the Cleo’s are here!

—

Cleo (reading chat): “Does Joe know what you look like?”

Joe: No…

Cleo: I could send you a photo if you wanted Joe. If you really felt the need.

Joe: See, I- I- I felt like, you know, asking like, uh, women on the Internet to send me pictures of themselves might be a bad look, so I have chosen not to ask? But…I mean if you’re volunteering I am curious- especially because if I am in London and I do bump into you somewhere, it would be nice to be able to say hello.

Cleo: Fair enough. Hang on a second.

Joe: But I am hoping to get over there like next summer.

Cleo: Let’s see if I can find a pho-I don’t tend to take photos of myself because I don’t like showing myself-…ever. So…let’s browse some photos, see if I can show you.

Joe (panicking): …Oh! Are you gonna send it like right now so you can get a reaction, cause my fa-my face is on camera?!

SILENCE

Cleo: There you go. That’s me.

—

Joe (in response to seeing Cleo’s face for the first time): so you’re so- you’re so private about your appearance, I don’t wanna say anything that, like, that could be used to interpolate anything.

Cleo: You can just say I’m minging it Joe, it’s fine.

Joe: What does minging it mean?

Cleo: Ugly as all hell. That’s basically what that is.

Joe: What?! No!

Cleo: It’s fine! I know…

SILENCE

Cleo: *laughing* I’ve made Joe feel awkward now, that takes a LOT to do! *laughing harder*

Joe: No no! No! No! So the thing is I’m running through the, like, security mode threat model thing where I’m like “ok, so Cleo definitely benefits from people thinking shes ugly, so I don’t wanna like mention how attractive she is because then that gets that weird in multiple ways while also revealing that she’s very attractive which th- somebody could use to track her down” and I’m just like, eh I’m just gonna let this one slide.

—

Joe: I have tried a few adjustments Cleo, but in the end I never made it as a wise man.

Cleo: I mean-

Joe (singing): I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing.

Cleo: To be fair, you do strike me more as a- as a… (trails off)

SILENCE

Cleo: I was trying to think of a non-insulting…

Joe: Just go ahead and insult me, it’s fine.

Cleo: I- I- ah-

Joe: You’ve already insulted yourself enough this stream.

Cleo: I see you as a sheep is what I said.

Joe: What?

Cleo: As in not a wise man, not a shepherd, you’re a sheep in that nativity.

Joe (delighted): Awe!!

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Cleo (reading chat): “Do you often lie to spare Joe’s feelings?” Umm…

Joe: N…no.

Cleo: Not often no. *giggling*

Joe: I mean, she doesn’t have to. I’m great.

Cleo: No, it’s alright, Joe doesn’t have feelings it’s fine. I mean, not that I’ve noticed.

Joe: if Joe had feelings we’d have to start acting ethically around him, so it’s in our best interest to ensure that research does not detect any.

—

Cleo (reading her chat): “I just wanted to say your voice is very pretty”. I don’t know how to take that.

Joe: Oh, thank you!

Cleo: I think Joes voice is very pretty. I appreciate that.

Joe: I was gonna say, they know that you’re not me, right? I know it’s confusing cause we’re both talking on both peoples streams.

Cleo: I mean, I think- I think they might know that you are the pretty one.

—

Joe (reading chat): “not gonna lie, I’m kinda jealous of those glasses.”

Cleo: Umm…in the fact that they’re on Joe’s face? Or just-

Joe: Oh yeah, you know everybody’s jealous of anything on my face, I get it.

Cleo: *wheezing intensely* Yes Joe… *cry laughing* No, I’m done… *laughing continues* Ok… *trying desperately to compose herself*

—

Cleo (about Scar jump scaring Joe): Again, if you haven’t seen Joe scream like an itty bitty baby-

Joe: I’m sorry, babies don’t have lungs this powerful. I screamed like a man. Screaming like, very loudly.

—

Joe: I’ve gotta do this 3 more times and what’s deeply deeply upsetting is I know I’m gonna do an equally bad job every time.

Cleo: No!! No! I believe in you Joe!

Joe (with heavy dead-voiced sarcasm): I’m sure the 4th one will be perfect Cleo, you’re right. I should’ve believed in myself all along. Thank you. For those words. Of affirmation. They mean so much. Coming from such a close friend.

Cleo: I dunno about you chat, but I definitely felt sarcasm.

—

Cleo: I’m crushing it right now! I wish I wasn’t. *dejected* Why do I always hurt the things I love?

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Cleo (entertaining Joe’s chat while he’s away): Do you think Joe grants wishes? Because if he does grant wishes, I don’t think it’s the wishes we think he’s gonna grant. I mean, it would explain Joe, because he could grant wishes in the way that, umm…Hmm…I’m thinking…

Joe: I’m back Cleo if you need me to grant you any wishes.

Cleo: I mean, could you?

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Cleo: Awe! Practical Magic was one of my favourites when I was growing up!

Joe (heavy sarcasm): I can’t imagine why!

Cleo: *snickering* I built my whole life around it. *laughing* shut up Joe.

Joe: *snickering* Surprising no one!

Cleo: SHUT UP JOE *laughing*

—

Cleo: To be fair, if Joe really didn’t like me threatening him I would stop.

Joe: Yeah no it’s fine.

Cleo: See?

Joe: It makes me feel important.

Cleo: You are Joe. You are very important.

[mimi-cee-hq]

Laundry Days - Aran x f!reader

Summary: Three times you picked up his underwear and one time you missed doing it.

Genres, other tags: fluff, slice of life, humour, meet cute, domestic fluff, not suggestive lol, married under 25, neighbours to married lovers ;)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: manga spoiler

This is for @neoheros & @coophi's 2021 Summer Haikyuu!! Writing contest. (Okay I'm pretty shy at first so it feels a little scary to tag you two but here's my piece.) I was going for the married under 25 prompt but ended up doing neighbours to lovers too. :D

Don't mind me spreading the underrated characters agenda as well. lol.

*****

A few articles of clothing spilled out of the dryer and onto your feet. Oops. Your neighbour must have forgotten them. You should've checked first.

Your own damp clothes sat inside the washing machine next to it, waiting for their turn to enter the dryer. It wasn't possible now.

You sighed, retrieving the phone from your pocket and scrolling until you saw the name of the neighbour who lived a floor below you.

Ojiro Aran.

You were sure this was the right person after a second look at your texting history. Who'd bring the garbage to the curb, where the lawnmower was kept, and keeping the duplex's stairway clear were some of the conversations you had with him.

You had yet to meet the guy, but he seemed amicable enough.

After shooting him a text, you thought to give him a call instead. Perhaps he'd think a phone call was strange. However, your clothes were damp and you shouldn't leave them for long. Was he even home?

You sighed. Crouched down, you returned the clothes on the floor back into the machine. A scarf, several socks, and a knit hat made their way back inside. But what was this?

Underwear. Men's underwear.

You scrunched your nose as you lifted it from the cold, tile floor. Was that a hole in it?

Click.

"Sorry I just saw your text!" a tall, dark-skinned man blurted out as soon as the door was unlocked.

"Oh! It's alright! I only texted you a few minutes ago!" you quickly explained, waving your hands in front of you.

You shouldn't have done that. The underwear was hanging from your hand.

"Ummm…" Aran scratched his cheek, eyes retreating from you.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" you spat out, tossing the incriminating object to him. "It just fell out of the dryer when I opened it so I went to pick it up!"

Once in his hands, he recognized it as the one with the seam coming undone. "I… umm… should probably have thrown this one out."

"Umm… yeah… you probably should." Those words slipped off your tongue before you could catch them.

"I- I guess I'll go now," Aran said hastily.

He shut the door.

You let out a breath. That was awkward. Heat continued to linger in your body and you weren't sure who was more embarrassed by the encounter.

Wait. His clothes were still in the dryer. Did you dare ask him back?

The door slowly creaked open and Aran peeked his head into the room.

"I forgot something, didn't I?" Aran sheepishly asked.

"Yeah." The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, you did."

"I'm Aran by the way."

"Y/n."

You never thought this would be how you'd meet your future husband.

*****

The office chair in your apartment was a comfortable spot for folding clothes. The webcam caught your face as you chatted with Aran whose image filled the monitor.

You smiled. Your husband was winding down after a long day with the team and decided to check up on you.

"I'm alright," you told Aran. "I miss you though."

"I literally just saw you yesterday!" he said. "I miss you too."

After that fateful yet awkward encounter with him in that laundry room two years ago, you had run into each other more frequently at the front doors of your duplex. Your classes ended at similar times four out of your five school days. You were surprised he even started a conversation with you. You wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. Fast forward to a confession, a kiss and a rock-embedded ring, and you got a small, snowy wedding during winter break.

It was back to the books for you now, and you dreaded it. Chores seemed much better, easier. Plus doing them for your newly-wedded husband? You got giddy about that.

You quirked your brow, lifting a familiar piece of clothing from the basket.

"Hey, I thought you threw this one out," you mentioned to Aran, dangling his underwear in front of the camera.

"I did! That's, uh, probably a different one."

"Just how old are these?"

"Hey! Wait a moment! Are you folding clothes?"

You avoided the eyes on the screen. "Maybe."

"You have your paper due in a few days! I told you I was going to do it after flying back home."

"I know…"

Aran's eyes narrowed at you, a trademark expression of his. "You're procrastinating again, aren't you?" His tone implied disapproval.

"But I'm still being productive!"

"Y/n…"

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Your foot pushed the basket away, sliding it across the floor. Maybe you could fold them after you hung up.

Aran must have read your mind. "Show me what the laundry bin looks like."

You groaned. He saw right through you. Complying, you removed the clipped webcam off the monitor and directed it at the pile of unfolded clothes.

"It better be like that when I get home."

"Alright," you said with a pout.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Must he stop you from doing chores? They were a simple reminder you were married to him, as if the gold on your finger wasn't enough to show you.

You were his wife.

A smile snuck into your lips whenever that thought crossed your mind. The honeymoon phase was a peculiar, strange, lovely stage.

Yet it was fleeting.

*****

You groaned as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Aran's white track pants hung off the counter, the red t-shirt he got for free from first year college laid on top, and of course his underwear, which likely went through hundreds of washes, remained on the floor.

Great.

You rubbed your temples, your headache getting worse by the minute. It was Saturday morning, and Aran, who was nowhere to be seen, had left his mess behind.

I'll clean it up later, he would tell you. You knew his mother had spoiled him, always picking up after him. You understood why he was like this, but why couldn't he just start doing it now?

"Do you have this problem?" you asked your friend through your wireless headset.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Does your husband always leave laundry around on the floor?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Aran never picks up after himself."

She laughed. You weren't sure if it was because you were a young, amateur wife or if she understood all too well.

Knowing her, probably a bit of both.

"Okay two things."

You listened.

"One, don't say always or never. That's lying."

"I'm not lying," you snapped back at her. You began to regret asking her.

"Are you sure he never picks it up and always leaves it on the floor?"

You left no comment.

"Exactly."

"Okay fine, but that still doesn't solve the problem. If only he just did it, it would solve everything–"

"Number two," she interrupted.

You groaned at her and she gave an amused snort in return.

"If you weren't picking up his underwear, it means he's dead."

You were aghast.

"You know I'm right."

Still aghast.

"What? No husband, no mess."

"I can't believe I asked you for advice."

"But it's true."

"Ugh," was all you could utter. She had several years more of marriage experience than you, yet you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You hung up the phone after you finished deciding today's outing with her, but you hadn't addressed the issue in front of you. Your head throbbed again.

Sighing, you picked up the underwear.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you dipped your head into the hallway. Aran shuffled grocery bags through the door and into the kitchen. He yawned, placing the milk, eggs, and other items into the fridge.

A familiar coffee brand peeked out of a bag on the floor. Right. You didn't have your coffee yet because there wasn't any left.

You wrapped your arms around Aran and relaxed against his broad back.

"I can't put the food away like this," he said with a chuckle.

"You left your clothes in the bathroom again."

"Oh shoot!" He dropped a bag and started towards the bathroom but you tightened your grip on him.

"I put them away already," you told him. His body relaxed and he caressed your arm around his waist.

The honeymoon phase was a fleeting phase, novel tasks turned mundane, but your love for him grew deeper still.

*****

Aran was away again, this time at Tokyo in preparation for the Olympics. He eagerly called you during breaks, wishing to see his favourite person – although your hands were full as well.

"I miss you," he told you, his smile displayed on the screen.

"And I miss picking up your underwear," you told him with a smirk.

Like clockwork, he narrowed his eyes at you with a comeback. "Why don't you say you miss me like a normal person?"

"Because I'm your wife. I'm special," you told him as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could be there though."

"You wouldn't be able to spend that much time with me anyway," he said. "Besides, one of us needs to stay home."

"I know." You smiled.

"I gotta go," he said as Atsumu yelled in the background. Aran blew a kiss at you.

You snorted. How cheesy. You returned the kiss anyway.

Hearing a mischievous squeal behind you, you told him, "I gotta go too."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After you hung up, you turned around and sighed. A soggy wet diaper sagged on the floor and the little guy jumping in the crib giggled at you as if he did the funniest thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes and smiled before picking up the diaper.

"Alright kid. Let's put a diaper back on you and wash your sheets."

*****

I hope you liked it. This is a little different from what I usually write but I hope you still enjoyed it!

I blame Aran's current concern for giving me this idea along with the person who suggested I write Aran fluff. (As well as the seasoned wife I know who told her husband, "If I wasn't picking up your underwear, it means you're dead." lolll.)

I hope you stick around my blog to check out my other works! My current work in progress is a fake dating Suna series. I can't believe we're on chapter 10!

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