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camdenspice · 2 years

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better company

hiii here's camgeria as a treat for miss camdens bday<3 v dialogue heavy and also not proofread i apologise in advance

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Three hours. That’s how long the woman with the corner table has been sitting alone, and how long Angeria has been trying not to stare at her. Three slow, painful hours of the woman picking up her phone and putting it back down again and purposefully avoiding eye contact with the increasingly exhausted staff.

Angeria doesn’t know how many times she and her coworkers have gone over to her table, tight smiles on their faces, and asked if she was ready to order. Each time, they would receive the same reply in a polite, English voice: “Oh, no, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.”

With closing time swiftly approaching, and no other customers left in the restaurant, Angeria (and anyone with a brain) can confidently say that this someone is decidedly not going to show. The woman, however, has not budged from her seat.

Her insistence on waiting around for what feels like forever isn’t the only reason Angeria finds it hard to look away, though.

She’s also horrendously gorgeous.

Long, blonde hair that falls over her shoulders in waves. Eyes that feel like they’re piercing Angeria’s soul whenever (to Angeria’s utter embarrassment) accidental eye contact is made. Toned leg peeking through the slit in her black dress that is doing wonders for her figure.

Angeria wonders who on Earth would stand someone like that up, besides a person with no eyes or something.

“This is torture,” a voice mutters by Angeria’s ear, startling her out of her thoughts. She turns to see Willow has sidled up beside her, hair falling out of her bun and chewing on her cheek. Her eyes bounce in the direction of the corner table and back, as if Angeria needs any hints to what she’s talking about.

“Tell me about it,” Angeria sighs. She turns her head to look again. The woman is staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window beside her, twirling her hair between her fingers. “You have to admire the dedication, though.”

“The delusion, more like,” Daya huffs, sliding into the conversation with her coworkers. “Like, come on, surely she knows they’re not showing.” She cleans the inside of a wine glass with unnecessary aggression.

Willow smirks at her. “You’re just mad we can’t close up early, so you have to wait longer to see Bosco.”

“Yeah, I am,” Daya concedes, scowling at the woman keeping her from getting home to her girlfriend. Suddenly, she puts the glass and rag down. “This is ridiculous. I’m going over.”

Angeria grabs her arm before she can stomp off. “Absolutely not. Do you want to get written up for making a customer cry again?”

“That was literally one time–”

“I’ll go,” Angeria says firmly. Daya rolls her eyes, but picks the glass back up when Angeria lets go of her arm.

“Fine, but don’t do your southern-hospitality shtick. I’m tired and cranky and need to go home.”

Angeria smacks the back of Daya’s head as she passes her. “It’s not a shtick, it’s my natural charm,” she says, making Willow laugh as she makes her way out the side of the bar and towards the corner table.

Once she’s approached the table, Angeria waits for the woman to acknowledge her presence. She’s still staring outside, foot tapping rhythmically against the floor. Angeria hesitates for a second before laying a hand on her shoulder and softly saying, “Ma’am?”

The woman instantly whips her head around like she’s been shocked. Her clear, blue eyes dart around for a second before looking up to meet Angeria’s brown ones. Angeria feels her face go hot at the eye contact, and she takes a step backwards.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The woman blinks for a second before seemingly composing herself. “It’s okay. Just lost in thought,” she says, accompanied with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

Angeria feels a wave of pity rush through her. She points to the empty chair across from the woman. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” the woman replies.

Angeria pulls the wooden chair out and settles down onto it. “I’m Angie,” she says, inwardly cringing at herself when she awkwardly reaches a hand across the table. The woman doesn’t appear to notice, politely shaking her hand.

“Camden,” she replies. Angie pulls her hand away and, to her embarrassment, realises how sweaty it is. Why am I sweating? Why am I so nervous? This is ridiculous. I should just tell this lady - Camden - that we’re closing and she needs to leave.

Instead, she tilts her head and rests her chin in her hand. “So,” she says, “date stood you up?”

Excellent tact, Angie.

Camden smiles wryly. “How could you tell?” The smile then slips away, and her entire face falls. She groans loudly and puts her head in her hands. “I look like such a fucking idiot, right?”

“No!” Angeria says quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, judging by Camden groaning even louder and covering her face.

“Fucking hell, what a waste,” Camden says. It comes out muffled through her hands. When she raises her head up, Angeria sees mascara running down her cheeks. She hurriedly grabs one of the napkins on the table and hands it to Camden, who thanks her faintly and dabs at her tears.

“Hey,” Angeria leans forward and takes one of Camden’s hands. She notes that they’re freshly manicured. “Hey, listen. You’re not the idiot here, yeah? Whoever didn’t show is.”

Camden looks at her through wet eyelashes. Her hand grips Angeria’s a little tighter. “You’re sweet,” she sniffles, “but you know I look stupid. You all do. The way you’ve all been looking at me the entire evening makes that clear.” The words are biting, but her tone is soft, almost embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” Angeria winces. “We were mainly just… confused.”

“No, no, I get it,” Camden sighs, slipping her hand out of Angeria’s and using it to play with the ends of her hair. “I would be, too. I just thought… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I should get out of your hair.”

Even though this was the entire purpose of talking to her, Angeria shakes her head emphatically. “No, it’s okay. Closing isn’t for another few minutes, Daya’s just cranky.”

Camden raises an eyebrow. “Is that the tall one who’s been staring me down?”

“Yes. Please excuse her, she has no home training.” Camden huffs out a laugh at that, and Angeria smiles. “Besides, you look like you could use someone to talk to.”

Camden wipes her eyes, further smearing her mascara, and half-heartedly grins at Angeria. “You’re cute.” Angeria flushes and looks down at the table. There’s a comfortable silence that follows, only permeated by the sounds of quiet sniffling.

Suddenly, Camden bursts into loud, raucous laughter. Angeria’s eyes widen, and she looks frantically to her coworkers still standing behind the bar, both of whom seem just as alarmed as she is at this potential psychiatric break. Angeria turns back to Camden, who is now laughing so hard that she’s banging the table with her hand.

Angeria sits and watches for a minute, a little scared to interject in case this really is a psychiatric break, until Camden finally starts to calm down, her laughter turning into little giggles.

“Do you know-” she gasps out, apparently unpetured by Angeria’s obvious confusion, “-what day it is?”

“Uh… Tuesday?” Angeria answers, which makes Camden giggle again. Angeria does not appreciate how that sound makes her heart start racing.

“Well, yes, I suppose,” Camden says, “but it’s actually my birthday.”

Angeria’s eyes widen. “Oh. Uh, happy birthday.”

Camden smiles at her warmly. “Thank you. But, yeah, it’s my birthday, and instead of going out with my friends and get absolutely pissed and taking photos looking like a hot slut, I made plans with someone who stood me up. On my fucking birthday.” She throws her hands up in exasperation. “Do you see why I was so hesitant to leave? ‘Cause, like, hello, it’s my birthday. Who stands someone up on their birthday?

“Say birthday one more time.”

“Birthday,” Camden laughs, appreciating the lighthearted interruption.

Angeria shakes her head sympathetically. “I’m sorry, sugar. They’re a piece of shit.”

Camden leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. “Serves me right, I guess. I can’t seem to pick people who aren’t pieces of shit.” She points at her scalp. “I bleached my hair for this girl who hated my natural colour. We weren’t even dating - it was a situationship at best - but she ended up making me so insecure about it that I bleach my hair all the time now.”

“That’s awful,” Angeria scoffs. “I’m sure your natural colour is fine.”

“It’s ginger,” Camden says, pulling a face.

“I love gingers,” Angeria says sincerely.

There’s a pause as Angeria realises what she’s said. One corner of Camden’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “Really?” she says teasingly, starting to twirl her hair with her fingers again.

Somehow, Angeria finds her voice. “Yeah,” she replies, trying not to look as flustered as she feels. “Love ‘em.”

Camden bites her lip in what appears to be an attempt to keep from smiling too wide. “Interesting. You know, I’m into darker hair myself.”

“Really?”

“Really. And accents. Thick accents.”

Angeria cannot believe this beautiful woman is flirting with her, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t grab her chance. “That’s so crazy, I was just about to say the same thing.” Camden does that little giggle again, and Angeria is surprised she hasn’t melted into a puddle on the floor for Willow to mop up. “I’m also famously not a piece of shit,” she adds.

“Hm. Sounds like I should just date someone like you, then.”

“Sounds like you should.”

They are swiftly interrupted by keys slamming onto the table. Angeria looks up to see Daya towering over her, her eyebrows raised so far up her forehead Angeria was afraid they might disappear into her hairline. “What did I say about the southern-hospitality shtick?”

Angeria’s cheeks burn red, and she swats at Daya, who skillfully dodges it. “I do not–”

“Whatever,” Daya sticks her tongue out at her. “Willow and I are going. You’re in charge of closing.” She turns to Camden and nods sympathetically. “Sorry about your night, dude.”

“It’s cool. I found better company anyway,” Camden grins, winking at Angeria. Daya smirks at her blushing friend before making her way towards the door where Willow is waiting, a knowing smile on her face. They call out their goodbyes, the door closes, and Angeria and Camden are alone.

“I should go,” Camden sighs, turning her phone on to check the time. From her upside-down view, Angeria can see her lock screen is Camden and another girl with a giant smile in what appears to be a dance studio. Camden slips her phone into the handbag that had been lying by the side of her chair and stands up, Angeria following her movements.

Camden slings the strap of her bag over her shoulder and beams at Angeria. The smudged mascara around her eyes makes her slightly insane, but Angeria can hardly mind when Camden steps forward and cups Angeria’s cheek with her hand.

“Thank you,” Camden says quietly. “You made this birthday so much better than it would have been otherwise.” She leans in and plants a kiss on Angeria’s cheek. It’s a gesture so soft, so tender, and Angeria knows she’s utterly fucked.

Camden steps back, shoots her another smile, and starts to walk towards the door. Fueled by nothing but desperation to keep Camden close to her, and maybe also a little horniness, Angeria turns around and grabs onto Camden’s wrist.

“Wait,” she urges. Camden blinks at her owlishly as she drops her wrist and runs behind the bar. Once she’s grabbed her bag, Angeria rushes back to where Camden has obediently waited. She nabs the keys Daya had left for her and, meeting Camden’s gaze, manages to blurt out, “What if I could make your birthday even better?”

Camden’s eyes widen in excitement. “And how would you go about doing that?”

In lieu of answering, Angeria takes her hand and leads her towards the door. Camden steps out into the warm August night as Angeria turns off the lights and follows her. As she’s locking the door, Angeria feels arms wrap around her waist and a voice say, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well,” Angeria smiles, “you could come home with me and find out.”

A brief pause.

“Sounds good to me.”

#first like. proper fic ive shared everyone clap #did not proofread btw am fuckin tired #this is kind of meet ugly #happy birthday cam #rpdr s14 #lady camden #angeria paris vanmicheals #camgeria #might write a part 2 Eyes Emoji

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elaichoi · 11 months

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okkkk video editing phase is shorterrr. i mainly used videostar (mobile) (i did purchase a lot of diff packs i think theyre called idk i forgot basically editing features n fx) but i did use other apps alongside just as extra effects or whatever for individual clips, and sometimes cutecut/cutecut pro. but videostar was the main platform and just where i started all my video projects. videostar (vs) was the real g when it came to video editing, bc all vs editors wanted to be after effects (ae) style editors so bad (me included), and vs made it possible to achieve similar results, but maybe not as smooth, high quality, detailed, etc.

i downloaded a bootleg sony vegas pro (desktop) and i tried sooo hard to learn how to use it but 1. it was hard and i gave up despite watching guides n tutorials over n over 2. it was a bootleg so it was kinda laggy and weird idk i deleted it.

i miss video editing esp in video star bc its advanced so much more since the last time i used to and appearance wise it can look kinda intimidating complex but i strangely *kinda* wanna learn bc although i did make progress n growth when it came to my video editing style, compared to my experience in photo editing, my video edits r also very noob esque in comparison. so i still kinda wanna learn..

except when capcut launched, i stopped wanting to learn bc capcut made video editing easier and all of a sudden everybody is video editing so now i don't wanna do it anymore bc everything has a shortcut now. idk how to explain it, its just kinda similar vibes to how writers feel abt ai, im turned off by capcut in a similar way. i dont have anything against capcut or anyone who uses it or anything btw,, i just ,,,, choose not to lmao

btw, im v v v sorry i have a very bad habit of oversharing + rambling i genuinely have a hard time differentiating when im oversharing pls forgive me T^T i also do not enjoy proofreading hence why these asks r so ugly n messy

i would love to hear ur story w editing (only if u want!!), just like the same things u asked me ^^ i'm curious as to how u got into it and just your progress and experience as a whole!!

no gooood god i remember the vs rage so much bc the whole wannabe ae editor fever was real for EVERYONE and bro everyone and their mother was on alight motion and cute cut pro to learn the effects and mirroring and the transitions bro I cannot remember the times i used to watch the transition tuts for am and cute cut pro and cry when I couldn't do it maybe that's why I never became a full fledged video editor. also spending money on any of my hobby was like,, nope im like born stingy (desi genes.)

bro the Sony Vegas PRO I WANTED IT TO SBAD bc like before ae all the cool editors who used to edit movies and those kpop crack mv used to use that and i wanted it sooo bad but like as we've established before i was such an wuss to install bootleg version so i never even tried editing on my desktop lmao but you strike me as such a cool person like you literally march forward to whatever your vision is and just go at it as much as you can until you lose the interest it's so fuckin cool to me bc I'm the kind of person that just latches onto something and it's hard for me to let go too ( haha if you don't mind me asking what are you cognitive functions)

my editing journey began and ended with kinemaster like I tried to do those cool edits of a certain idol before i realised i really don't have the will power not the brain power to make the idol the star of the edit bc i tend to focus more on the story or the song aspect so i did a few edits of idols on songs but then most of my editing was just based on,,, you guess it,, themes lmao! i used to so many multi fanfom edits based on songs like, finding bunch of purple and pink shots on kpop mvs and editing them on sunmi's pporapipam to make it seem like it's a linear storyline or like heartbreak in kpop mvs, or like gemini shots in kpop ( bunch of kpop scenes in mvs that reeked like gemini to me). i basically just focused on the song and found scenes from mvs that fit them i do still kinda miss it tbh so maybe I'll go back to it one day tbh i get what you mean by capcut but that's just like everything now you even got chatgpt where u don't even have to research on net for hours you can just shoot the ai a question,, we gonna be one handicapped generation bro.

omg this was so fun please anon id love to talk to you on so much more shit i feel like we'd really REALLY match on the wavelength you're literally so freaking cool!!!

#love mails from my beloved anon!

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mariaiscrafting · 3 years

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I’m the anon about fanfic and fanart. I just want to say that I’m fine with analysis when they talk about how dnf react to each other when they say or do something but don’t really like how they bring that point into their relationship. It’s one thing to me to say they have a flirty friendship but insisting that they have something more in private bothers me. I always thought that fanfiction and fanart are ways to analyze creators or dynamics so I was curious on what you thought of them. Fans always project things onto creators they like so they make things arolving them. I know you’re worried about how this can strain the content creators and other fandoms, but establishing boundaries is important and it was already addressed by the Dream Team themselves so I don’t see why you have to go out of your way to tell dnf shippers to not to analyze them. I’m not here to hate you but wanting to understand how making a call out post to tell dnf shippers to not to psychoanalizing interactions instead of trying to put more of a distance between yourself and the blogs without putting them down. On Twitter, there was a tweet that misinterpreted Dream and George’s first meeting and Dream corrected them but never condemned them for shipping. He also said in many tweets and said in stream that just how they are and said that fans are allowed to do what they want when it comes to them. Also liking a fan tweet where #Dreamfell was dnf related even though the situation didn’t need to be. Twitter is directly involved with the creators themselves so of course it’s hard to ignore. Even then in Twitter you can still mute words. I’m here for a conversation and not out hate. This is Tumblr where it’s mostly Fandom focused and some dnf shippers like to analyze to project whatever onto them so if we don’t want to see it, asking for a tag so you can block it here. Like #dng long post or just block the analysis tag. We’re all responsible to create our own fandom experience so I don’t want to call fans disgusting when they haven’t done anything wrong since Dream had stated He’s fine with it. I don’t want you to feel excluded in the dnf side of Tumblr since you still find the ship nice, but if you don’t want the long analysis posts since it feels morally wrong to you then we can try to agree on separating the casual and the analytical side of dnf. Your feelings towards dnf blog analysises are valid so your fandom experience should be catered to.

I am actually half delirious while answering this, so Imma keep it short and simple.

I do cater my own tumblr experience to what I want. I do block people who post stuff I don't like so I don't see it in the tags. All your advice is nice, but unnecessary.

I think that I should be allowed to criticize circles that I am in in the hopes that they will approve and shift what they consider the norm. Yes, Dream said that he is okay with shipping and has engaged with it and panders to the audience with it. But to take anyone's green light on any issue involving their personal lives, and to run rampantly with it is still fucked.

And look, I don't think I've properly articulated why I call this behavior disgusting. I want to emphasize that I view it as dehumanizing. To reduce a person's behaviors and tendencies to whatever vicarious romantic gratification you can get from them is an appalling act, devoid of empathy. It exemplifies the commodification of CCs for the audience's sole entertainment and that audience's lack of basic respect for them or acknowledgement that they are real life human beings who function beyond whatever romantic framework you fantasize them in. I keep bringing up this example, I know, but it's what incited this whole discourse for me in the first place, but that analysis of Dream's few seconds of silence as him focusing on George's voice because he's just so in love with him? That analysis, and the overwhelming consensus on that post perfectly exemplify just how dehumanizing this crossing of a line can be. It erases the conceptual space for any other, rational and non-romantic explanation for a few seconds of silence that could have easily been attributed to distraction, a moment to collect his thoughts, etc. It also perfectly exemplifies how, through the overanalysis, shippers force CCs into two-dimensional boxes that best fit their wants, devoid of nuance. In this instance, Dream is not a busy content creator who hasn't streamed very often for the past few months and might be readjusting to consistently talking in front of a live audience, or a young adult with ADHD whose brain jumps from point to point in its search for dopamine, or literally any other kind of human being with multiple characteristics and personality traits influencing his behaviors; he is a prop for our self-idulgent ship. I'm reading way too much into this one example, I know, but I just want to also say that this is like a much higher problem than just one post. I don't care about the content of one fucking post, I care about what that post and the methods of analysis employ imply about the rest of dnf shippers. This community is following behaviors that are concerning, and this is just one example of hundreds that exemplify that.

Projection is fine. Projection is employed in RPF fanfictions, character headcanons, different fanart styles - it's all over the mcyt fandom and I don't have a problem with it. My PROBLEM is with people who act like their analyses of Dream and George and literally any other content creator are actually representative of reality. My problem is with people who don't understand that there is a difference between stanning and creating/consuming fan content for a creator's persona, and theorizing about what that creator's actual character as a real life human being is.

Okay, also, I might just be getting more irritable because it's 2 am and I want to be asleep, but I actually do have a problem with you essentially saying that a preferred solution for me is to simply cut myself off from half the community. Basically, I should just plug my ears and shield my eyes if I see problematic content I am morally against? Fuck off, mate. There are many, many things I choose not to start discourse on and simply block or mute because I don't care enough to try and change it. But dnf shipping is something that I actively engage with, is kind of a significant part of my online presence and experience, and also a way I've made a lot of friends in this community. So yeah, I have a vested interest in making sure it doesn't go down the same, fucked paths I've seen other shipping communities go down, and if that means making a discourse post that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you block me.

I'm not advocating for this fandom to partition up based on what we all think is right and wrong. I want integration of different ideas, useful discourse, and self-growth. And none of that is solved by creating a separate hashtag

#asks #why did i answer this rn im so tired #also not proofreading this v sorry in advance #discourse #just btw im.prolly not answering any more anons on this line of questioning #if you want to send a public ask or just @ me go ahead and we can beefpublicly #but otherwise nah this is taking up too much of my time and mental fortitude #/neg

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virginburial · 2 years

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.·:*¨༺ me and your mama. ♱ adrian chase ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you hate your mom jokes or alternatively, in which you, a member of the 11th street kids, try to crack down on butterflies, but get distracted by Adrian, which pisses you off.

SHIP: fem reader!adrian chase WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), p n v, mommy kink, angry/passionate sex, public? sex i think this counts, unprotected sex, explicit language, random storytelling/porn with a plot

WORD COUNT: 5K

SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/31tf1qEai5o5f4r66Kd0pU?si=243fada4a6d3487c

A/N: i’m writing this right before i have to go to work so i was not able to proofread all of this, so i apologize for any repeated words, incorrect grammar, and redundancies! anything for my best boy Adrian. yes this is based off the childish gambino song, sue me. REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

It was painfully obvious Adrian had a crush on you.

You joined the gang right around the same time he did. You weren't a vigilante or a hero, just someone stuck in a very sticky situation, like your best friend being a butterfly and also being close to Goff and the other powerful butterflies. It pains you to have to stop your best friend's plan for world domination. You once joked around that the world was yours - ours, it was ours. But the person you recognized as your 'bestie for life' wasn't there anymore. All it was, was a body with a parasite. Peacemaker and the other 11th Street members had to break it hard. Maybe it was your resilience and rebellious nature towards authority really stepped up when you decided to skip the grieving process and help Peacemaker stop the butterflies.

Peacemaker was a class act, a douche if you will, but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that the behavior he adopted was just that; adopted. It wasn't his own. You wondered how he could've turned out if he had at least one decent parent in his life. Or better yet, not raised around American propaganda. Dye-beard - sorry, Economos, was just as pathetic as Peacemaker but on the opposite side of the same spectrum. You can admit that the beard is dyed, Economos. It's not that big of a deal. Harcourt was a brick wall, but you two had your similarities, leading to you being close with her. the daddy issues can hit home for any woman as standoffish as Harcourt; she was the kind of friend you'd get drunk with a fuck, and then never talk about it again, but knowing it brought you two closer than before.

Now, Adebayo was your substitute best friend.

Your personalities seemed to clash together perfectly, and your sense of humor meshed well, despite being two different people. You'd whisper and gossip to each other. Even if Leota claims she isn't much of a gossiper, she was. something you hated her for was whispering producer tags to you while Murn was going over plans to take over the Butterfly factory. Nothing can break the ever-so heavy silence than Leota gently saying: "We got London on da track!" in your ear. this usually upsets Murn, but you, Leota, Adrian, and Chris find it hilarious. Murn hates it. But he doesn't hate you and trusts you with some of the intel that he would rather keep from Adrian and Chris.

Then, there's Adrian.

Psycho, idiot, psycho-idiot hybrid. Adrian was a lot of things, including in love with you. eugh. Apparently, he's had a crush on you longer than you had even known about his existence. It was something Chris drunkenly told you; before your best friend was a butterfly, and you were happy and not involved with government conspiracies, Adrian would watch you eat at Fennel Fields with your best friend. He would just be so captivated by you that his boss would have to get on his ass about getting back to work. At first, you were slightly flattered by how Adrian would stare you down; you weren't used to the attention. Then he would say something so obnoxious that it would turn you off, or better yet, you pushed his advances to the side because you felt like even if you had Adebayo and Harcourt and Peacemaker and Vigilante; it won't replace the giant hole your best friend and others left for you. Maybe you were doing that thing where you feel like since you don't deserve the love, you push others away - something you have done in the past - or you were doing that thing where you sabotage the chances of something ever happening because it was outside of your comfort zone - once again, something you were guilty of doing as well. Besides, Adrian might've been heads over heels, but it's not like if anything was going to sprout between you two, it would last. For crying out loud; Adrian was a psychotic vigilante whose mouth operated faster than his brain, and you were...well, you. There was no fixing that.

Regardless of Murns distaste for the sound of your laughter and Adrian's obsession with you, you liked being a part of the 11th street kids, and they liked you. Yet, the butterfly issue was the only thing occupying your mind as you skipped out on going to the bar with the gang and stayed in the office to finish up some work. Economos nearly gave you a talking to about how to look up information on the database and how to properly cite sources and what not - not like you aren't familiar with Amanda Waller and knew how to do most of this already. Harcourt and Chris did try to drag you out for a night off with them, but you knew that Harcourt just wanted you there to be a buffer between her and Chris. Meanwhile, Chris owed Adrian a favor and thought he could play wingman for him. You rather skip out on that dumpster fire knowing that Adrian would make foursome jokes.

The LED lighting showed how your makeup had worn out throughout the day, but you still managed to look fresh. You were typing away at the computer on Economos desk. There wasn't much to it besides maybe one framed photo and a mug full of pens. You were typing away, researching some lead you got from your best friend's new friend - loosely use the term 'friend.' Your best friend had recently picked up a job at a factory three towns over. You knew better from the last factory bust that these had to be butterflies - that, and your friend as a college degree in anthropology and had a stable job in your state's capital as a museum curator. The job was your friend's passion before becoming a butterfly. As you start to narrow down your search, you hear the door rattle. You look up to see Adrian: knocking on the glass and trying to peek through the tinted windows. you feel your chest tense up with severe annoyance as you got up and swung the door open. "you left something in here?"

Adrian takes a second to think. "no-"

"then what are you doing here?" you ask.

he points down the street to the bar. "Peacemaker gave me twenty bucks to fuck off so he could be alone with Harcourt. I was bummed until I remembered you were having a sleepover here." his lips curl into a goofy smile. "what makes you think I want you here?" you retort. But Adrian just leans against the frame of the entrance. He doesn't seem to care all that much whether or not you wanted him around. He was just there, and you were going to have to deal with it. "would you rather me sleep at your mom's house?" he cracks up. You sigh. Adrian recently has taken up the opportunity to make Your Mom jokes every time and any time he could. It makes him seem very middle school the same way Axe body spray does, which he wears. It burns your nose. the old you would've laughed at his jokes, but you were too preoccupied with work to do so. you reluctantly moved away from the door as he entered. "don't distract me, Adrian, this is serious."

"promise I won't sidetrack you!" he confidently spoke as he sat down in front of Economos's desk and put his feet up, like some delinquent in detention. Vigilante was a delinquent, though, you didn't expect more or less of him as you sat down at your desk and began typing at the laptop. You tried getting back into your mojo, the whole reason you joined in on this operation. But having vigilante around makes it hard for you to focus. Adrian is a distracting person, both in the sense that he can get easily distracted and in the intent that he could cause others to get distracted. You carefully watch Adrian pick up the mug with pens and mess around with the one pen capable of many colors, watching him try to press down on all of them at once. The clicking was driving you crazy as you tried to combat it by loudly typing on the keyboard.

Adrian moves on to the fidget spinner.

You told Economos that those things don't work unless you had severe ADHD, which he didn't have. Leota also told him to get rid of the fidget spinner because it wasn't "2017" anymore. Now, it was in Adrian's possession, the one thing that worried you more than him trying to talk to you. You were starting to wonder if he was trying to get your attention, like he's done in the past. You bite your lip in frustration as the endless spinning of the spinner starts to occupy the space, the noise filling the room to the brim with annoyance as you stop typing and look at Adrian, who was so engulfed by the fidget spinner as it lit up and sparkled. You stared at him for longer than ten seconds before he noticed, in between then, studying his features, the craters, and freckles on his skin and his glasses. Of course, he wore grandma's glasses, like any average eighties serial killer. You wonder if he wore those under his suit as well. You snap out of your thoughts of what Adrian looked like under his suit as he snaps his attention over to you. "shit, sorry, Y/N." he says as he places the fidget spinner down.

you just kept staring at him, deadpanned. "...why are you here, Adrian?"

"peacemaker wanted alone time with-" "-I didn't ask what peacemaker was doing, I dunno why you're so codependent on him," you called out as you began writing down notes on whatever was showing up the screen. it didn't matter what it was; you were more focused on Adrian's response. "I am not codependent on peacemaker, and he's my best friend. we fight crime together-that's the reason I'm here." he expresses. "I don't think it's a crime to want to spend time with you and get to know you, you know," he mumbles under his breath as his fingers run across the rim of the fidget spinner. You suddenly start to feel bad, considering how you see peacemaker push vigilante aside a lot of the time. You thought it was because Chris had other things he needed to worry about, but giving Adrian money so he could fuck off and try to bang Harcourt? Low blow, and not a best friend. you sigh and close the laptop. "thought you knew everything about me already? y'know, being a bit of a Joe Goldberg and all."

"what?! no, gross. I would watch you eat at fennel fields with your friend, then watch you get into your car and drive away. Just because I know your favorite thing on the menu, the model and make, your mom's number, and your license plate number, doesn't mean I'm a literal stalker. Stereotype much?" he calls you out, sliding in another your mom joke as you lean back in your chair. You hate that he has a point, and you hate it even more that he knows all that information when you can't even remember your license plate number. you sigh a little. "guess you have a point...okay, fine, doesn't match up with how you wanted no one to know your secret identity-"

"my secret identity is Adrian. My real identity is Vigilante-" "-that's concerning, don't you think it should be the other way around?" you ask, seeing the look on his face change when he realized. you stare at him. "besides, Adrian seems a lot more interesting than Vigilante."

Once he hears you say that, his cheeks turn red. he couldn't even make eye contact with you after that comment. "Okay, um...I love being Vigilante. It's fun to beat up and kill bad guys. I mean, they were going to die anyway, but I rather it be me killing them than Batman stealing my thunder. I've worked at fennel fields since I was a teenager. It's just an easy way to make money. It's better than going into debt. plus, my mom wanted me to go to Gotham for college, would rather chop my nuts off." he starts opening up a little. "oh! my favorite movie is Kickass!" he said with a goofy smile. "I like PC games, I used to play dead by daylight before deciding to become vigilante, and I always play as-or main-GhostFace. I wanted to be president of India when I was six, don't ask me how I thought it would work. I just thought it would...I like Jimi Hendrix, but I think the best song in the world is Bedrock by Young Money."

You raise an eyebrow.

he glances at you. "you know...okay, I get it. Lemme think I guess it's my turn, maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns-"

"-Adrian, I knew what song you were talking about. I was just surprised that that's your favorite," you explained. "I guess it's not the most shocking thing about you, despite you suddenly going manic pixie on me..." he gives you a lazy grin. "it's your mom's favorite song, too." he cracks up a little. You don't know how to explain to Adrian that a joke as repetitive as 'your mom' can only be funny the first few times. You decide to play his game, though. "oh yeah? That's not what your mom told me last night." you smirked at him, but he stares at you; does he not get his own joke? you ponder this as he narrows his eyes at you. "wait, what did she tell you-?" "-no, Adrian, I was joking around with you. I don't know who your mom is," you clarified again.

He looks down, smiling a little at what you told him, but you can tell he had something else on his mind; you weren't entirely sure what it was, but it managed to shut him up. You figured that maybe Adrian does have a social battery and that it was running low, or perhaps he preoccupied his mind for once so you could go back to work. You open back up the laptop and began typing again as Adrian started fidgeting around with his fingers. It was back to silence until he spoke up again.

"do you think I'm codependent on peacemaker?"

There it is. You gaze down at the keyboard, unable to say anything until you finally force it out of you. "sometimes, yeah...look, man, I get it. I'm putting my life on the line for my best friend. But peacemaker has some issues of his own and treats you poorly. If you ask me, he's not really a good friend to you-" "-what, and you are?" his eyes fall to your lips. "you seem really annoyed every time I talk, you don't listen to me, you don't laugh at my jokes, you let Adebayo convince me to go kill peacemaker's dad, you told me not to use the chainsaw-" "-you're a grown-ass man, Adrian, you can make your own choices." you nearly scolded him. "besides, you say the same your mom joke at any given moment. You don't understand my sarcasm, which is my sense of humor. So of course, I'm not going to laugh. You don't try hard enough." you exposed, you thought you were being a bit harsh on him, but no one told Adrian to come and bother you. he did that on his own.

"...your mom doesn't try hard enough."

"that's it!" you grumbled in frustration, having it finally catch up to you as you slammed your hand on the desk. "you are officially getting on my fucking nerves! Do you not realize that the only person I have left in my life is my best friend? Was my best friend? this is important to me, literally. What will it take for you to shut up?!" you started to get angry. Adrian looks at you as you keep on angrily rambling. "I'm getting a weird feeling that you're stressed-" "-of course, I'm fucking stressed! Can you not follow directions or something, Adrian?!" you start to feel anger rise to your throat. "can you just stop being distracting? What do you want? My full undivided attention? My number? do you want a kiss?!" in a moment of impulse, you lean over the desk and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, feeling him hesitate before kissing you back, but you were too angry with him to enjoy the kiss, and pulled away once he started kissing you back. "there! you can leave now." you push him back to his chair, seeing his cheeks turn bright red as his eyes pleaded for you to kiss him again, having them wander down to your body as if he was mentally undressing you. the anger you had was slowly turning into sexual frustration as he finally speaks.

"your mom kisses better than you-"

at that moment, you leaned over the desk again and smashed your lips against his, shutting him up as he eagerly kisses back. the kiss was rough, teeth clashing with each other as your noses bumped. heavy breaths colliding as Adrian hungrily bites on your bottom lip, you let out a small groan at the pain before pulling away, a small a trail of saliva leaving your lips as you noticed how crooked Adrian's glasses were from the brief yet intense kiss. his cheeks were bright red as his eyes lazily fall back to your lips. "woah..." he hums out. "i knew you needed to blow off steam but i didn't think it was like that-" "-stop talking." you reprimanded as you crashed into him again. the kiss was heavier this time, your jaw unhinging as you allowed his tongue to slip inside, letting him explore your mouth as you felt your lower back get warm from all the tension. Adrian lets out a small whimper as you grab a hold of the collar of his shirt, realizing how sensitive his skin was around his neck.

you pull away from the kiss and began panting as your eyes glance down at the desk between the both of you. a huge part of you wanted to push the desk away and attack Adrian with your lips again, but Adrian had a better idea. in swift fashion, Adrian wipes everything off the desk as you climb over it, he catches you in his arms, his hands finding solitude on your hips as he attaches his lips onto your neck. you sat on the desk and wrapped your legs around his waist. you were almost glad the windows on the outside were tinted, so none of the drunk bystanders and pedestrians could peek in and see sinful ways you were letting Adrian touch you. even though you were the one on the desk, you wanted Adrian to be the one not doing all the work, you wanted to shut him up, not the other way around.

your hands found their way into his curls as he continues to kiss down your chest, taking off his glasses since they were digging into your tits and getting in his way. you look down at him as his hand slowly goes up your shirt, feeling you until his hands stopped on your tits. a small moan left your lips as he excitedly tries to pull your bra off, having a little problem with the hook before you stopped him. like previously mentioned, you know that once he sees your tits that he wont stop talking about how perfect they were. the last thing you wanted to hear was how much he loved your figure, even though you knew he had a crush on you. you pull him up to face and kissed his lips before whispering: "let me take over." you could feel his face get warm against your skin. he nods as your hand run down his chest, stopping at his belt.

you let your hands glide up his shirt, feeling scars he probably got from his vigilantism and his toned muscles. "off. now." you ordered as you lifted his shirt up, helping him take it off as you lean forward and start nipping at the skin around his neck. Adrian immediately lets out a moan. "o-oh..." he whines out in surprise as his hand grazes the inner working of your thighs. you knew his skin was sensitive there. your teeth lightly graze the sweet spot before sinking them down his skin, breaking the first barrier as you suck a bright red and purple hickey on his collarbone. "fuck, Y/N-" he mumbles out as you feel his cock hardening against your thigh. you let his hand crawl up to your clothed clit and let him rub you.

chills ran down your spine as a small amount of pleasure started to consume you. you were so busy with what was going on with the butterflies, that you haven't really had much time for yourself. you haven't been to the gym in weeks, you would sometimes skip meals, and you haven't had time to please yourself because you stay up all night researching butterflies. Adrian sees right through you, and probably knew how sexually frustrated you were. you squeeze your thighs around his hand as that small amount of pleasure starts to overwhelm you and cloud your judgement. you wanted Adrian out, and now all you could think about was letting him in. you buck your hips and gently hump his hand before he plays with the zipper of your jeans. annoying both horny and not horny.

you leave another giant hickey adjacent to the first one you made, marking your territory as he tries to get into your pants both literally and figuratively. you pull away and glance up at him as you noticed how much he was struggling to get your pants up. you hold onto his shoulders as you lift your ass up, letting him pull them down to your ankles and exposing your red lace panties. "holy fuck...would it be weird if i called you mommy?" he looks into your eyes, you could see how big his pupils got when he looked at you, almost like he wanted this to be a thing you two could do every night. you breathlessly laughed, your hand finds his hardened cock as you softly squeezed it, running your fingers along his shaft as the friction from his jeans and boxers rubbed his lip. you felt his breath hitch as you forced Adrian to look down at you. "i don't give a shit j-just fuck me~" you whined.

"o-okay but i don't have a condom-" he stutters, sounding like a car struggling to turn on. but you didn't care. "i-i don't care." you told him. now it was your turn to mess with his zipper, unzipping it and sticking your hand in his boxers, trying to find the sleeve so he could just fuck you and get on with it. "fuck, mommy-" he whines out as his lips attached themselves back onto your neck, your hand trails along his boxers, caressing his cock through his boxers before eventually finding the sleeve and sticking your hand inside, causing Adrian to let out a loud groan. he was big, and no, not big in the way peacemaker is big (don't ask how you know, you just happen to know by accident) it was big both in length and width. you could feel it twitch in your hand as you spread your legs for him like it was a reflex. Adrian knew that you wanted him now, he wanted you just as badly. he pulls away from your neck and glances down at your panties, how wet they were getting as his middle finger slides through your clothed folds. you gasped. "fucking shit Adrian just fuck me already-"

without hesitation, he moves your panties to the side and gently slides into you. moans escaped both of your lips as Adrian rests his head on your shoulder, your hand going to the back of his neck as you hold onto the bottom of the desk, your fingers curling around the wood as Adrian's wood starts sliding in and out of your slowly. he was going too slow. and it was starting to bother you. you shake your head. "no no no, pull out." he does. "did i d-do something-?" he asks, but instead of answering, you just push him back to the chair. Adrian carefully watched you as you climb onto his lap and sit down on his cock, taking it all in and hearing another desperate 'mommy' leave his lips as he stares up at you, almost like he worships you. "you're so tight..." he whines out as you squeeze your walls around his cock.

it's almost like he belongs inside of you, how perfect it all felt that he was inside of you. without caring, you start to quickly bounce on his dick, picking up the pace every time he gave you a loom that told you he couldn't take it anymore. you knew that Adrian was sensitive sensory wise, so this was going to be easy. groans escaped him as his hands quickly go to your hips, trying to steady you and slow you down when you deliberately speed up. both of your cheeks turning a deep crimson as his tip starts to hit your G-spot. you let out a loud moan. "Adrian..." you cry out for him as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. he was completely enamored with you.

"good fuckin' boy-" you moan out as he harshly holds onto you, creating bruises on your hips as the sound of your skin hitting his jeans echoed throughout the small red room. your clit hitting the button of his jeans with each hop was driving you over the edge as you felt adrian's thighs tense up. your stomach started to feel warm as you closely approach your high, but you stop yourself; seeing Adrian finally catch his breath. he begins to grab your ass, squeezing it as he stares up at you. you cockwarmed him, squeezing your walls but not moving an inch as Adrian groans. "don't tease me like that mommy-" he begs, before you raise your hand and slap him. you don't how what came over you to slap him the way you did, and you were almost sure that Adrian wasn't okay with it. you covered your mouth, your eyes widening. "holy shit Adrian i'm sorry i dunno what overcame me-" you try to apologize.

that was, before Adrian's eyes started to grow dark, you could feel his cock twitching around inside of you; he liked that. what a fucking sleaze. your mind started racing, wondering what else to do before Adrian decides for you. before you could say anything, Adrian quickly becomes dominant and picks you up, a small gasped left your mouth before he slams you onto the desk, hurting your back a little as he holds down your hips and starts thrusting into you furiously. his eyes glazed with lust as he grabs a hold of the red laced undies, he pulls them, marking your skin before completely ripping them off.

"oh fuck!" you moan out as Adrian hits every single spot you could think of. he was magic, because you were completely enchanted by how rough and amazing he felt. you should've slapped him a long time ago. your body begins to jolt with each thrust as Adrian's hands squeeze your shaking thighs. you don't know what over came you, but you wanted more of him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as you started to cry out. his heavy breathing started to become apparent as sweat glistened his forehead. "i'm so close-" he mumbles. you didn't want to say it out loud, but it was obvious that you were close to. you squeeze your walls around his fast cock, hoping he'd cum in you because it was hot; also, you were going to go to the drug store later anyways, now you had a definite reason to go. your back arched as you felt your rolling orgasm hit you, your wetness leaked out onto the desk and onto Adrian's jeans, staining them as you let his hand rest on your stomach.

Adrian kept sliding in and out of you for a whole minute after you came, causing you to get turned on again, but you were exhausted, you suddenly felt your hole get warm as he let out a raspy moan. he came inside you, heavy breathes and all as he slowly smiled down at you, slowly pulling out and watching as cum slid out of your hole. he doesn't hesitate to scoop up the cum around your folds and stuff it back in you, his fingers curling and hitting the spongy part of your hole, causing you to arch your back. you were already so sensitive, that when he did it one last time, you felt your inner thighs tense up as you squirted a small amount on his hand. you couldn't help but helplessly stare up at him as you were sprawled all over the desk, both of you in complete shock at how quickly you guys went from being annoyed with each other to fucking each other. maybe your pent up rage for Adrian really was sexual attraction you refused to acknowledge.

Adrian props you up on the desk as you finally came down from your high, you watched as he got dressed, staring at him as you found yourself suddenly having feelings for him. you raise an eyebrow. "leaving already?" you ask. but Adrian shakes his head. "it feels weird to have my dick out and cuming in you with my pants on." he clarifies. "you're way better at sex than your mom is." he says with a lazy smirk. the you before you fucked Adrian would've begged him to shut up, but instead, you managed to crack a smile.

"fuck off."

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kazewhara · 2 years

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☁️ ルールですからね！/ rules！⋰˚☆

XX. dni/byf.

⇢ this blog is 18+. there will not always be 18+ content, however, unless i'm writing younger sibling!reader content, the reader is always going to be an adult.

⇢ just in case you didn't see my carrd, i am black, queer, transgender, and i have asd. if you are racist, homphobic/transphobic, or ableist, you are not welcome here.

⇢ if you invalidate neopronouns or purposely go out of your way to misgender anybody, myself included, you are also not welcome here.

I. general.

↳ this is a genshin writing blog! i write and reblog "x reader" content primarily for genshin, but i might write/reblog/speak about bnha or other interests as well!

↳ i don't have a problem writing feminine or afab readers, but if requested, i may take longer to write those, or sometimes, may ignore them altogether my own personal gender dysphoria reasons. whenever i write, i tend to put myself in the place of the reader, and while i am afab myself, i have a very complicated look on my femininity, and that may reflect in my writing. the last thing i want is to give you guys lackluster drabbles and things of the like because of my own issues, so please understand that i am heavily biased towards gender neutral readers.

↳ i generally only write content for the male characters, but i am open to writing for female characters as well!

↳ because of the possibility of suggestive/nsfw content, the reader is always aged up (18-20+).

II. requests/asks.

↳ i will keep this updated in the pinned, but as of now (12/15), i am not taking requests.

↳ my ask box is always open, so don't hesitate to interact, ramble, or share hcs/scenarios with me!

↳ if there is anything that you want to request that i didn't put in the "what i will write" section, feel free to ask in advance or use your best judgement! i'll try to fulfill your request to the best of my ability!

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III. characters i (mostly) write.

↳ kazuha, albedo, xiao, aether, childe, thoma, & diluc.

↳ i can write other characters, but i'm particularly biased towards the ones i listed above!

IV. what i will write.

⇢ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, jealousy, aus, yandere, slow burn, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, blood, injury, character/reader death, suggestive content (smut). . .

⇢ i will sometimes write (or post) about ocs/self-insert characters i've made!

V. what i will not write.

⇢ noncon/rape, abuse, incest, excessive gore, self-harm, underage, detailed vomit. . .

⇢ i will not write the ocs of other people simply because i don't want to mess it up.

VI. miscellaneous.

↳ i may hold events! it's always nice interacting with you guys and it's a great writing exercise for me! admittedly, i may be slow in releasing stuff, but it'd be nice if you participated if/when i do one! <3

↳ i'm a full time student (and soon, i'll be employed and a student), so fully formatted writing pieces may be few and far between.

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mrssimply · 3 years

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That fiction you’ve been hearing about?

Following this and that, I nearly finished it, so I decided to start publishing it (final chapter is on the way). I’m publishing as I proofread, so expect updates every week I think.

This story now has a name: All of my heroes are dead.

It’s a SilverVdyne fanfiction (still not sure about the ship name) so it’s Johnny/V/Kerry.

Seks happens A LOT in that fiction, in all forms and combinations because everyone is versatile in my head.

This story is over 100k words. It contains 16 chapters, and 7 interludes, plus some bonus chapters I’m still working on. I would qualify this story as relatively self-indulgent, in the sense that it was at first born after reading “Chase the morning” by ThornWild, and wishing for the threesome between Johnny, Kerry and V to happen (So I kinda blame them for this fiction, but in a good way ;) It’s very different from this work, both in style and characterization, and I encourage you to read it). And then, because I can’t write anything without adding TONS of plot, it turned into this behemoth of a fanfiction.

To clarify a few things:

Years is 2034, but all the characters of the game are present, as if they were born way earlier. Johnny is about 45, and Kerry 43. V is 29. I reduced the age gap, and I probably had good reasons at first but I’ve forgotten them, so I’m sorry if you liked the 50+ years age-gap between Kerry and V in the game, I did too, just CAN’T remember why I reduced it at the moment but It might come back to me later on (to be fair, I started writing this story like two months ago, proof-reading it was a bit like rediscovering it.)

I kinda had to make choices about the timeline regarding Samurai, because the game gives contradictory information. To follow the game hints, Johnny would have been around fourteen when he enrolled in the army and I was just… Nope. I didn’t really check if it was canon in the others material, because just nope, nope, nope. I made him enroll at seventeen (still too young in my opinion but more acceptable). And because of that, the Samurai timeline had to adapt. Again, if you want to read a work that is a lot more respectful of the timeline, I invite you to read Chase the Morning (actually, it’s not an invitation, go read it… After you’ve finished reading this ;))

Most of what happens in the games also happens in that story, especially the side jobs, and the whole arc with Takemura. I made Evelyn survives (again, self-indulgence, I loved that character).

Contrary to my other work, I decided to be pretty descriptive about my V, so in advance I’m sorry if it’s weird for you, but I have found that I love reading fiction with others V and I really developed an obsession with mine, just like any of us did, I think.

Last thing: I’m French, and this work is proof-read only by me. I generally re-read every chapter 2 to 3 times but I know some things still escape me, as well as some sentence structures that probably appear weird to English native speakers. Sorry for that.

Extract under the cut ~~~~~

They were in the middle of Chippin’ in when it happened. At the back, the sea of people parted strangely and Johnny saw the unusual movement from the corner of his eyes. The strobe lights and lasers were not helping seeing the public, so it was more instinct than conscious thought that made him move.

He stopped playing and grabbed his gun that, while he never again fired in the public, still accompanied him on stage. With one smooth stride, he was in front of Kerry, metal hand extended to serve as a poor shield and pushing his friend to the back of the stage, toward Denny. Always swift to react to situations, she was already on her feet, pulling Lola along. Drausin also backed off, eyes riveted to the crowd, and Johnny knew he had not hallucinated: something was happening.

Although the music had stopped, it was to be replaced with panicked sounds and screams of fright. Then Johnny saw the man, gun blazing, marching toward them, parting the crowd like the red sea. He heard Kerry gasp behind him:

“There!” the second guitarist said, pointing to his right. And Johnny indeed saw another man advance on the first from the right side of the room, his gun also at the ready.

The first man fired toward the stage, but Johnny had anticipated it and pushed Kerry and himself down, hoping the two others would have had the same reflex. His heart was hammering in his chest as he covered Kerry with his body, experiencing a moment of terrible fright, but not for himself.

Alas, Kerry was still as stubborn as the day he was born, and he was pushing Johnny from himself to look at what was happening. He watched as the second man, face set and eyes shimmering like diamonds in the low light, steadied his stance and pulled the trigger. The shot was perfect, the bullet traced a neat line to the first man’s head, and blew his brain left from right.

But it was not finished: following the steps of the first man, two others assassins were coming for them, and Johnny tried to make Kerry drop his head but his bandmate was mesmerized by the man protecting them.

With a chiseled face, large but soft eyebrows, sharp cheekbones and long silver hair pulled up to the side of his head, he looked like and angel fallen from heaven. The strobes lighted his face in shadows and stark whites, bouncing off the cyberware on his face that shone like liquid gold, highlighting his slightly pointed ears. He was of middle height, and stocky built, but there was no denying his presence: he exuded concentration and assurance as he crouched slightly to steady himself before he fired twice. And each bullet found its mark, killing the two other assassins in as much heartbeats.

This time, the silence was deafening. He stood like this for a few seconds more, before running footsteps coming behind him made him relax and stand. Another man, this time built like a wardrobe and as tall, rushed to the fallen criminals, kicking theirs guns away before crouching to check their pulse. But Kerry had no doubts they were well and truly dead.

The smaller man turned to the stage, and his cold pale eyes swept over the members of the band, assessing their status. As his eyes crossed with Kerry’s, the musician felt a lightning bolt zap through him. The gaze lasted only a second, but it felt like an eternity: all thoughts stopped in his head, and his breathing stuttered as well as his heart while a wave of heat passed over him. But all those sensations disappeared the moment after, replaced by the rush of adrenaline this situation had kicked in his organism.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #kerry x johnny #johnny x male v #male v #silvervdyne #silverdyne #silverv #fanfiction AU

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pink-enby-in-distress · 3 years

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okayyyyyy,, welcome to Reese’s v long post (literally an essay sorry-) of confusion on finding out why body in pain so much a lot:)

Please note im not** diagnosing myself with anything. I just looked up stuff n im kinda just,, finding stuff to talk to my doctor about because I’m very confused n idk where to look specifically except google!! If you have any tips on managing pain and symptoms or resources please please pls��reply or message me:)

(i apologize in advance for the lack of spaces and grammatical errors. im proofreading rn 1. myspace bar is broken. and 2. my arm is aching a fuck ton n it causes me more pain to type with it so im gonna be typing with one hand for a lot of parts)

1. fibromyalgia. the first thing that popped up for my symptoms. The hallmark symptom of fibromyalgia is significant muscle pain, stiffness, and tenderness all over your body. Headaches, numb hands and feet, and abdominal pain are other agonizing indications a person may have this affliction. i will bold my symptoms. Widespread pain, Fatigue, Weakness, Unrefreshing sleep, Muscle pain and cramps, Depression and other mood changes, Balance problems and frequent falls, Dysfunctional nervous system, Overactive immune system, Possibly, autoimmunity and inflammation, at least in some cases. Also, trouble focusing or paying attention, pain or a dull ache in the lower belly, dry eyes, memory lapses, difficulty concentrating, trouble staying alert. (Had a feeling this might be it but i dont wanna determine a serious health condition like that soooo...) There are a lot more symptoms though from what little i saw

2. vitamin d deficiency,, what i originally thought was the problem. at my age youre supposed to get around 600iu a day. if im good n i remember i take like 5 or 7 a day. so 6-7000iu a day for at l e a s t 5 days if i remember. idrk if it works bc i often don't remember to take them daily . sometimes i'll have like 8-9000 for a couple days. idrk tho because they dont really do anything. Or sometimes they do but, not for long or it takes a while for them to work. btw!! vitamin d deficiency m i g h t lead to fibromyalgia?

3.Sciatica. reeled me in bc my left side hurts more than my right a lot of times. but,, my arms and upper back are affected too, so i dont think it’s the cause. Pain originates in the spine and radiates down the back of the leg. Sciatica typically affects only one side of the body. There are many causes for sciatic nerve pain, which can last up to 4 – 8 weeks if left untreated. Approximately 1 – 10% of the population experience sciatic pain or sciatica at some point in their life and are typically between the ages of 25 – 45 years old.

4. polymyositis, idk much about tbh, like what's different bout it and how it might fit me more than the others. idk if it fits me but,,i can talk to my doc about it. Those who suffer from polymyositis (PM) experience weakness in their shoulders, neck, and back, as well as their hips and thighs. The weakness may come on gradually over the course of several months, or may degenerate over a few days. Sometimes body aches and tenderness come with it, too. Although PM can cause a lot of discomfort, it is usually not life-threatening. For unknown reasons, polymyositis causes your body's immune system to attack muscle fibers. It comes on after age 20 typically

5. chronic fatigue syndrome. Along with extreme exhaustion, people with chronic fatigue syndrome often experience common symptoms like deep, persistent joint and muscle pain. Their skin might feel sore when touched, and pressure headaches can also result. Other symptoms include weakness, impaired memory or concentration, insomnia, muscle pain, and fatigue following exertion that lasts more than 24 hours. The causes of CFS are unknown, and there is no specific test to diagnose the condition. It is diagnosed through exclusion, that is, ruling out other illnesses with similar symptoms. n addition to prolonged fatigue, a person must have four or more of the following symptoms to be diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome: impairment in short-term memory or concentration, sore throat, (maybe to this but i cant fucking rememberrr)tender lymph nodes, muscle pain, joint pain without swelling or redness, headaches of a new type, pattern, or severity, unrefreshing sleep, post-exertional malaise. I’m really scared of thinking I’m getting some symptoms from this and it actually being my adhd

6.Polymyalgia rheumatica,, v unlikely i feel like. specifically bc of the age but,, who knows. is an inflammatory disorder causing muscle pain and stiffness around the shoulders and hips. Most people develop polymyalgia rheumatica after age 50. Symptoms usually develop quickly and include aching of the shoulders, neck, or hips

7. Myofascial pain syndrome is a chronic pain disorder. came right after fibro popped up,, possible!! i looked the sensitive points chart tho anddd,, idrk if i have specific triggers. and it's more than just those sensitive points that i saw. In this condition, pressure on sensitive points in your muscles (trigger points) causes pain in the muscle and sometimes in seemingly unrelated parts of your body. This is called referred pain

I saw a hormonal thyroid disease, don’t think that’s it tho. It might be!! But it had visible signs that i dont have. Also saw growing pains which i didnt have, and they’re supposed to stop around 12 anyways. I’m 15

#im gonnause these tags for reach #im really sorry if i offend anyone #/g #pls lemme know if i do #spoonie #spoonies #chronic pain #chronically ill #chronic illness #actually disabled #disabled

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responses to your lovely comments!! thank you so much for being so sweet and writing such an in-depth response ;A; it’s really kind of you and it makes me very happy!!!! responses under the cut <3333

-FINALLY finished it, yay, sorry it took so long!

no apologies SHUSH UR FACE YOU DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO READ IT

-Once again your prose is amazing, the way you describe the Christmas party down to the very last detail is nothing short of astounding.

GAH THANK YOU////// tbh i feel like my descriptions are really lackluster but thank you very much ;;;;;;;;

-Sandy in gold eye shadow and purple lipstick, hell yes <3

agree <3

-Plabs moment?

kinda!! i’m considering having them either together or like... sort of exploring their relationship in my AU. karen and plankton are finally divorced and she’s going to find someone so much better for her. so yeah i’m not completely sure what i’ll do yet

-I really love that you touch on Sandy’s daredevil side, it really is her character flaw. Often times she’s having so much fun taking huge risks in her reckless adventure seeking that she doesn’t always see the irrationality in it.

yes, and also blinded by her desire for her friend to be happy... she’s wanted to do some risky things XD she’s like “NOW KISS....” she’s a BAD GIRL

-I absolutely adore this passage: Squidward’s mind went completely blank, any and all thoughts evaporating instantly. His entire body went rigid and the wind was knocked from his lungs. He didn’t return the kiss – the world around him had disintegrated and he was lost in a sea of nothingness. Time ceased to exist. Was he dreaming? Had he himself gotten drunk and passed out? Where even was he? What was he doing? Who was with him? Who was… What was…

It perfectly sums up all the mixed emotions of someone’s first kiss, or at least someone’s first meaningful kiss. It’s usually more confusing than pleasing.

i can’t even remember my first kiss so i can’t say for certain, but definitely if it’s an unexpected kiss heh. thank you <3

-The kiss was very hot btw, oh Lordy Lord, I think I sweated a little. O///O

i’m so glad!!! i was hoping it was hot enough so i’m happy you think so :D

-You jump into Squidward’s mind fairly well. I love all the oxymorons, such as delight displeasure to really emphasize the apparent contradictions that are racing through his mind. And the pacing’s really nice.

!!!! THANK YOU!! i’m always nervous about writing him bc i feel like it’s not my forte, but it is getting a little easier as time goes on. it’s great to hear that my pacing is okay!! i worry a lot about everything so the reassurance is nice dkjghdfghfh

-Drunk SpongeBob flirting with lamps. I’m sorry, I’m dead. XD

Spongebob slings an arm around the lamp, a grin on his face. “You come here often, miss?” He slurs, swaying a little with with it. “You got a real pretty dress on...” As if it weren’t bad enough that he was flirting with a lamp, he dares to take a peek up the lampshade and giggles drunkenly. “Ooops~... ’M real sorry, miss, I accidentally saw yer... Heehee... Hope y’don’t mind~...” He seriously looks about ready to start making out with that lamp. Sandy watches the show, guffawing with each advance Spongebob makes. Patrick cheers him on, and Squidward looks on, dumbfounded. This wasn’t the first time, but it honestly shocks him each time. He could only wonder what that piece of furniture looked like to Drunk Spongebob.

-Love this part: Time to wash away the impurity and the sin! Because that’s why we all take showers, right?

not me! i could never wash it away so i don’t bother 8)

-His little breakdown is perfect. I hate to see Squidward suffer and yet at the same time it’s so fitting, and it’s really his emotional investment, it gets us, the readers, on his side, blim blam.

i love his tears. i mean they make me sad but i love them at the same time. Delicious. thank you ;v;

-I like how you touch on Squidward’s loneliness, and the idea of him being without physical love for such a long time that he’s literally deprived, and of course SpongeBob being virtually the only one in Bikini Bottom who loves him the most, it’s funny how he puts up those walls and pushes him away, and yet he could easily take SponbeBob’s love for granted. Deep down, I always regarded Squidward a hopeless romantic.

he is a hopeless romantic. absolutely. it’s displayed multiple times in the show -- it just takes him actually WANTING to date the person first. and i think he does take spongebob’s love for granted in some way even if he “Hates” it... without it, perhaps he’d feel even MORE lonely and he just doesn’t realize that. because something he was used to wouldn’t be there anymore. just a thought :V

-I love the little Mr. Krabs/SpongeBob father-son moment. When Mr. Krabs isn’t tunnel-visioned over money, he can be a great voice of reason. It was just really sweet and cute, and so organic rather than contrived.

i like krabs and bobby father-son moments c: i like to think of mr krabs as kinder and more in-tune with spongebob and more willing to give him advice and help him out.

- Ironically, Spongebob reminded Squidward of himself

Personally, I always felt that too. One of my headcanons is that SpongeBob is like Squidward’s former self, how he used to be before he lost his innocence and became disillusioned by how life didn’t turn out how he anticipated. Sometimes we don’t like people because they reflect certain qualities in ourselves that we disprove of. And then there’s the Looking Glass Self theory, how we think others perceive us compared to how we perceive ourselves, so I like that you have the same fan theory as me about why Squidward ‘’pretends’’ to abhor SpongeBob, mainly because he possesses the youth and happiness he once had. Also the backstory with Squilliam, I always imagined that too.

yes indeed! they’re far more alike than squidward likes to admit or realize -- even now, they do actually have some interests in common whether it’s books or art or whatever else. someday he’ll acknowledge that <3

-I hate seeing Squidward so tortured over this, and as I keep reading, knowing it’s going to have a cliffhanger and no absolute closure till your next fic, I want nothing more right now for them to just end up together and be happy. I love how you get us to root for them by playing this cat and mouse game. Writers should always leave the readers wanting more, and I must say you succeed in that department.

HHHGHGHG idk if there will even be closure in the next one haha (if i ever finish it)i have too much fun torturing him,,,,i do really want them happy and together but i also love the chasing. i’m glad i’m able to make it interesting enouhvh ;v; now god give me strength to finish the next...

-I like the scene in the music store. You write character interactions really well. And the Julien guy is quite a character.

thank you!!!! //// it’s so nice to hear these things kjdfgdf <33333 and i’m glad you like him haha. he cares about squiddy. <3

- Overall, you’re a very good writer and I love how this ended, and I seriously can’t wait for your next fic!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-My only criticism for this piece was that there were minor grammar errors, and some occasions where you switch back and forth between active and passive voice, and if you ever need a proofreader in the future, I’d be more than happy to proofread for you. :)

-I just loved the emotional charge of this story, how it was more focused on the psychology of the characters. I always find stories like these more fascinating and deep.

feel free to let me know what i did wrong! i’m curious to know what areas need work!

-Otherwise, I enjoyed this piece very much, and apologies it took so long for me to finish!

YOU ARE THE SWEETEST STOP IT <33333 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU YOUR WORDS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!!!

#nikki yaps #my writing #where fading princesses live

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Mother’s Day Gift Guide: Gifts For The Regular Mom, The Cool Mom & Everyone In Between

What greater holiday is there than a day that celebrates the strong, beautiful women who raised us? Go ahead, try to think of one, Ill wait. 4th of July you say? Okay. Anyway, Mothers Day really does serve as a reminder that we should be really really nice to all the moms in our lives because we too may be mothers some day and we dont want a bitchy daughter who doesnt appreciate us. So its good karma to get them a gift, right? A betchs mom is the most important lady in her life. Shes given us endless words of wisdom on fuckboys, shes reluctantly allowed us to borrow steal her clothes, and she always picked us up from school when we were feeling sick. Shes molded us into the betch we are today, and for that we are forever grateful. To show her how much you love her, were giving you a list of all our favorite brands/gift ideas that are perfect for every type of mom in your life. Welcome to the Betches Mother’s Day Gift Guide 2017.

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This mom has passed on her good genes of having no filter and always has the entire family in tears at Thanksgiving dinner (like, the good kind). We were always afraid of what kind of backhanded bitchy comment she might make at our frenemies when we were younger, but we loved her anyway and secretly enjoyed it. If shes begging you not to get her anything this year, at least get her the perfect card from Shop Betches.

FOR THE MOM WHOS PUTTING OFF BOTOX FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE

This mom has had perfect skin her entire life and is now in overdrive doing everything she can to keep it that way. Washing her face isnt just something she does a couple times a day, its now an insane obsession. To make sure this mom is getting the most out of her incessant face cleansing, get her the Soniclear brush from Michael Todd Beauty. The antimicrobial brush stays cleaner and fresher for longer, and cleans deep into your pores. Lets be real, youre probs going to get one for yourself as well. Also, since shes probs big into blending, you should get her the Sonicblend brush to apply her makeup flawlessly.

FOR THE MOM WHO WON’T LET YOU ANYWHERE NEAR HER KITCHEN

This mom has a panic attack whenever there’s too many people in the kitchen (which for the most part means if there’s anyone in there besides her). She’s a firm believer in “a place for everything and everything in its place”, which as a betch you can only relate to on the level of your apartment’s bar cart. Joseph Joseph has the perfect modern organizational kitchen shit that will perfectly encourage this mom’s obsessive compulsive habits, but at least the kitchen will look sleek AF so who cares. We love their Nesting Bowl Sets and their super chic Worktop Savers.

FOR THE MOM WHO ALWAYS FALLS ASLEEP WITH HER IPAD ON HER FACE

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FOR THE MOM WHO JUICED BEFORE IT WAS COOL

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FOR THE MOM WHO REALLY WANTS TO LOSE 3 POUNDS BUT HATES THE GYM

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