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elliezlils11utt · 6 days

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Dbf!abby

contents: nsfw? age gap, (reader is in early 20s, Abby is in 30s !!), maybe size kink? no real smut js a lot of tension, (possibly a pt two with smut?), risky!! pet names, (sweetie, angel, love.) no description of reader, no use of y/n.

summary: Abby babysits you when you visit home from university. with your father out at a dinner party. can you resit Abby’s teasing?

proof read?: never 😣

wc: 800?

A/n: this is based off of a c.ai bot made by @elliesssswife!! I really wanna make a pt.2 with public/risky sex. but idk !!

she was so damn pretty. and cool. What would your father think if he knew you were thinking about his best friend like that? you had returned from university that night. Your father was at a dinner party. you went into the kichen hoping to get a snack but instead you find a tall blond figure leaned up against the counter. a cig in between her lips.

“hey angel’ Abby says

‘ur dads at a dinner party, he told me to watch you while he’s gone.’ said Abby softly.

you don’t need a babysitter. your not a kid anymore but ur dad js can’t seem to fathom that fact. you know, you’d be mad if it was anyone but Abby. you and Abby had a sweet relationship, she was always so sweet to you. and not to mention she was so fucking hot. normally she had her hair tied up in a sharp braid. but today she was dressed down. her hair cascaded down her face. framing her features. she wore a black wifebeater and sweatpants. Fuck.

‘hey Abs’ you say softly, propping yourself up on the island counter in front of her. she took a drag of her cigarette and looked at you, giving you a look that made your legs shiver.

‘missed me angel?” she said, her eyes roaming your body. she looked so damn fine.

‘always’ you smile, tilting your head.

She grins, walking over to you and placing her hands on her hips.

‘How's college, love?’ she asked, running her hand over your chin and cheek. she was giving you a smug look, knowing damn well what she was doing to your body.

‘ it’s alright. missin home. glad to be back for a while. I really don’t wanna go back to that hell hole.’ you sigh, as you rant about your shitty college life

‘miss you & dad.’ you say with a bit of a pout.

‘been a while huh?’

‘too long’ you grab the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag from it.

‘you shouldn’t be smoking sweetie.’

‘your not my mom Abigail’ you take another drag, longer then the last one. you inhale the smoke. blowing the rest out you cough a bit.

‘carful angel, take it slow.’

you roll your eyes looking back up at her. trying desperately to avoid the growing wet patch in your painties from her voice.

‘when will daddy be home?’

‘ion know, why? you tryna get rid of me already?’

‘nah, I love being with you. missed u abs.’ you look up at her with those eyes. her hands still stationed on your hips. holding you up on the counter. You watch her expression soften. her eyes roaming your face.

‘when did you go and grow up and get so fuckin charming, angel?”

she leans closer to you, your faces mear inches away from each other.

‘when I was off at collage breaking hearts obviously’ you say sarcastically. She laughed at your comment. Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

‘You're a little troublemaker.’ She whispered in your ear, before speaking in a suggestive tone. her arms on full display in her tank top. you watch as her muscles flex in the dim light of the kitchen as she moves to enclose you in the frame of her tall build.

‘And you just love testing me, don't you, angel?’

you knew her antics, she always did this. try and start shit with you. not that you were complaining.

‘hm, maybe?’

you play along with her tone. she grinned, hearing you play along with her games. I mean how could you not when she looked so pretty for you.

‘and what would your dad think if he knew his innocent little girl was flirting with his best friend?’ she whispered in a sultry manner. her voice dropping as she spoke to u.

your faces are brought together. you feel her breath on your face, so in sync. every move she makes you move with her. your faces dancing with each other. your lips are inches away from meeting her own. begging the other one to give in first. your eyes wonder over her face, taking in every detail and freckle that marked her perfect skin. your heart pounded watching her eyes fill with desire.

you giggle before pulling away, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

‘tease’

she mumbled under her breath. she stared Into ur eyes with a hungry look.

‘Oh? says you abs!’

you giggle, her hands tracing your jaw.

She laughed as you said that. Abby loved your giggle. She looked at you intensely, her eyes filled with desire.

"Oh come on, who's the one who always makes me want to throw you against a wall and…’

she was about to say something more, but she stopped when she heard the sound of your father's car parked in the driveway. you both freeze completely.

‘fuck’ you whisper, a sigh of disappointment leaving your lips.

as you hear the door to the garage shuffle open Abby immediately backs away. standing were she once was across the island. if only you guys could be alone. ☹️

a/n: I want her so bad😣

#tlou2 #tlou #tlou fanfiction #abby tlou #girl in red #Dbf!abby

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saltysaccharin · 11 months

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— [ELYSIUM AU-ISH] {NONCANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, himegami kuroi, extras

• genre :: crack

• warnings :: written while high. not literally high bc drugs are bad kids but like high in spirit /ij none

prompt / synopsis :: "call him baby girl"

word count :: ~900

a/n :: i had SUCH a day today. very eventful /pos. i should be sleepimg bc i'm tired from said day but bro. smth took over. and i churned out like 900 somwthing words of utter stupidity.

dw, not canon to elysium at all bc. frankly it's TOO stupid to be 🫶

Himegami ordering Shigaraki Tomura to get an updated-daily social media account was supposed to be serious. He was supposed to upload short 'reports' on his life rooming with Apollo every day, not.. whatever this was.

"'Call him baby girl for me'? What the fuck?" Shigaraki barked out a laugh, muttering the comment aloud as he read it and clearly finding it entertaining rather than taking offense to it (as he definitely would have a year or two ago). "Fine. I need to find the fucker first, though."

The audio translated the shuffling off of a couch very well; he had been blessed with a really good phone model by the very person he was planning to make fun of. Oops. Hey, he had to give his audience something, didn't he?

Nice place.

holy shit its actually happening someone clip this quick

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

rly went 'bet' lol

Idk what y'all expected ofc he'd do it XD

Shocker, the symbol of fear has no fear?!?!?

Shigaraki casually walked through the spacious penthouse, still using the front camera as the Live continued. His watchers' expressions of disbelief and amusement flooded the chat as he continued his search for a certain doctor.

talk about upper-class

*whistles*

Do u guys need an extra roomie maybe?? 🥺

Address drop or no balls

where is that

Finally peeking his head and his camera around the master bedroom's doorway, the lens focused on his prey. There, sitting at his work desk, was Ryouga Atsumu — otherwise known as Doc Apollo — tinkering with a foldable bow. The brunet grunted ever so often every time he ran into a particularly frustrating component to calibrate.

it's a wild apollo!

Sexy Heroes in your area right now! Click the link: <https://www.insertcreativedomain.com/japan-no-2>

help mods theres a fucking bot

@/ERĀ Mod get the bot pls

Im jealous ngl how come u get to live w/ him :(

@/ERĀ sic it

THE SPAMBOT LOLOLOLOL

An especially impatient fan sent a Gift into the Live in an attempt to encourage Shigaraki. The loud notification from it managed to catch Ryouga's notice, dragging his attention from his weapon directly to Shigaraki.

"Oh, hey. Need anything?" Ryouga smiled softly as he spun his chair to face the correct direction. With a hum, he tilted his head before pointing at the phone in Shigaraki's hand, "Is it rolling? Daily check-in?" He asked curiously.

"It's live," Shigaraki replied, stepping out of the concealment of the doorway since he'd been discovered. He straightened his camera as well. "People are watching in real time."

Ryouga made an O with his mouth in understanding and nodded. "Right, yeah. Well, you know I don't involve myself much with social media, Shigaraki; I have a whole group of people running my account for me."

WHAT

omg he's a boomer in disguise. i knew no guy could be perfect </3

Was this not common knowledge?

knowing Apollo having a team just for managing his Tweetr made my fucking week

Send help

Shigaraki waved his free hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah, I know all that—" He paused, suddenly narrowing his eyes as he stared directly at the former, "—baby girl." Delivered with absolutely no shame, accompanied by a singular finger gun and a tongue click.

Ryouga only stared in response, seemingly frozen in time. Mouth slightly agape, he blinked twice, then a bunch more times in quick succession before leaning forward in his chair and shaking his head. He knitted his eyebrows as he squinted at Shigaraki for answers.

"Baby what?"

Shigaraki snickered as his focus transferred to the live chat, his thousand-or-so viewers currently blowing up the inbox at the speed of a bullet train. The number signifying how many people were watching went up a slight amount as more people joined the stream.

"Nonono, you listen here," Ryouga pushed himself up from his seat before marching toward Shigaraki, who watched him approach through the camera rather than directly with his own eyes. The red-eyed man only grinned as the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

Quite the switch in expressions compared to their less amicable times with one another.

"Ryouga, it's fine, it's a fucking meme—" Shigaraki managed to explain between every other chuckle as he raised both hands in surrender, the camera angle disregarded as the screen now barely showed either of them fully, much to the dismay of the people watching. It captured a diagonally-warped perspective of Shigaraki's face as he looked at the off-screen Ryouga.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING :ANGR:

this is honestly hilarious i cant do this im gonna die today

PLEAS E

Nooo the videooooo

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

he looks like he's getting an earful

All the viewers could experience from that point on was hearing Ryouga chuckle and go: "Oh no, I know. I don't keep up with online trends but I'm not that blissfully unaware of my surroundings!" He huffed, albeit overdramatically just to prove his point.

"You.. know? Then why the hell did you give me that look? I thought I upset you!"

"Well, I'm not 'baby girl,'"

A brief shot of Shigaraki's lips being pecked followed that statement, the culprit disappearing from sight as quick as they had committed the crime.

"You are."

"...I'm not sure you know what 'baby girl' entails." Shigaraki coughed into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

Oh my GOD

WIFE HIM UP APOLLO LMFAOOOOOO

nvm not an earful. mouthful maybe LOL

This was disgusting & I don't mean that in a good way smh

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!

I feel like i've intruded on a moment here

🫣🫣🫣

THEYRE TOGWTHER??_?_(?? AND NOBODY TOLD ME?_(_!()")?

Aww what a cute couple (is sleeping on the highway)

gay gay homosexual gay

@/ERĀ you and me when

Dudeee wtfff (do it again)

When is it my turn to be happy

wait WHAT is happening i literally thought apollo and hawks were still a thing help me

GET IT

Himegami slowly breathed out into her intertwined fingers as she deadpanned at her laptop screen.

What in the nine circles did she just watch?

#courtesy of saltysaccharin's thumbs #elysian fields #atsutomu #watch me wake up tomorrow and forget this ever happened #this was fun #is it funny? don't know don't really care #bc it was fun #to write i mean #anyway theres nothing gay going on here

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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The pizzeria cleaner in charge of DJ’s area (y/n), shows genuine kindness to a spider they find on the ground while cleaning, and DJ just thinks it’s really sweet? Because he’s used to being referred to as freaky, he kinda looks like a spider, so he sympathizes with spiders when they’re disliked - but then there’s this person who isn’t afraid of spiders, and doesn’t seem to be bothered by him, so he’s just like “aww” idk- more people should like insects and arachnids-

As the DJ was making his usual rounds around the Fazcade, he saw a few Mop Bots cleaning the floors. Mostly soda spillage, if he had to guess. He never went too close to the ground so it was hard to tell.

Lately he’s noticed more and more STAFF bots taking over the jobs of human workers. Not that it usually bothered him, though there’s one person he loved seeing that he hopes won’t get replaced:

The stage and dancefloor cleaner, aka you.

You’re always a joy to see. However, he was worried when you didn’t come in at the normal time today.

Maybe it was just your day off? He wasn’t entirely sure. So he couldn’t help but frantically search until-

"Oops! Almost stepped on you, huh? I’m sorry.”

Suddenly he hears you and is relieved, but he wonders why you’re not at his stage. So he takes a turn and sticks his head out from one of the giant holes, peering down to find you in front of the golden statues, picking up something he couldn’t quite see.

As he listened to you, he eventually realizes what it was.

“I know spiders like you wanna have fun, too, but you gotta be careful around here.”

Ah yes, a spider.

Pesky little arachnids, as many humans liked to call them. Though instead of screaming and immediately squishing it flat, you’re actually holding it in your gloved hand, talking to it like a friend.

Of course anyone else would think you were crazy for talking to bugs during your shift. But you didn’t really care. You were the only human working here so it’s not like the bots were gonna judge you. They just focused on cleaning.

DJ would never judge you either.

In fact..he found your kindness towards this spider to be endearing.

He could absolutely understand how they felt--being the “creepy crawlies” that freaked many people out. Unfortunately he was designed in their likeness so it was easy for him to multitask. Yet he couldn’t do anything about the kids that cried upon first seeing him or the parents that would yell out-loud “what the hell is that thing?!”

Comments like those stung.

He was only here to provide state-of-the-art entertainment that no other establishment could rival. With fun music, games, and dancing! Everyday he worked hard to protect the arcade and its guests.

Yet his only “thanks” was often an “ew creepy giant spider” remark.

Luckily, you were one of the more mature adults who didn’t fear spiders. Seeing you completely fearless around both real ones and giant animatronics like himself warmed his mechanical heart.

In fact..it was beating so fast right now he swears he could make it into a remix-

“Oh hey DJ! Sneaking up on me like always?”

Hearing your voice snapped DJ out of his trance as he looked down at you, waving off your question with a smile. He could see the spider much better now.

“I’ll leave this fella in a cup in the janitor closet, and I’ll put him outside when I go home.” You informed him. “Be right back!”

Nodding, he watched you head to the bathrooms, keeping the spider cupped in your hands.

He’s sure that little arachnid was happy to be safe and sound with you.

And so was he.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #djmm #dj music man #platonic

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subjectsix · 3 years

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tagged by @therealtsk !!! <3

1: Why did you choose your Url?

i love Dylan Faden (prime candidate six) and Lucas Grey (subject six) very much (dylan as a brother/relatable character and lucas as maybe in love with him)

2: Any side blogs?

they are all neglected! oops. an old abandoned terminator one and an old defunct botan city aesthetic blog (i just use tags here now).

3: How long have you been on Tumblr?

pffff idk. like. maybe 2014???? but around 2016 i vanished and i came back around... 2019? I’ve never remade so my blog is like. wow!! u can track kip’s phases here!!

4: Do you have a queue tag?

yes! #queue with me if you wanna live (like terminator’s ‘come with me if you wanna live’)

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i saw all the Funny Posts on pinterest back when it wasnt just an aesthetic machine and wanted to participate akjsakjshdfkjh

6: Why did you choose your icon?

its a commission of one of my star wars OCs, lurina! i love her dearly, she’s a zabrak with two prosthetic legs and i did not consider that maul also has two prosthetic legs until after I made her lol

7: Why did you choose your header?

i lov hitman and the 2016 promotional images are pretty

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

its probably my into the spiderverse post about ihop versus ihob?

9: How many mutuals do you have?

bro idk!!! probs a lot, I’ve been here a long time and a lot of blogs have come and gone

10: How many followers do you have?

see above skjhfkjsdhf ive been here since 2014 so many dead blogs and bots follow me I think

11: How many people are you following?

see above as well

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

remember when we called it nightposting? i remember when we called it nightposting. I have made funny haha posts and sometimes i throw whatever silly putty comes out of my brain into a post but idk if those count akjsdhfkjsdhf

13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I check intermittently! My friends are here and you post cool things

14: Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Nope! Confrontation terrifies me to my very core and I do not like to fight with people, I tend to just let stuff roll off my back or go “this isn’t my business” and move on

15: How do you feel about “You need to reblog this” posts?

Eh? I like to keep my blog very light since its one of my few places to get respite from the barrage of news and such, but if people want to share important real world things here that’s dope! I find the guilt tripping a bit squicky though I understand what people mean when they do it

16: Do you like tag games?

Yes! I love getting tot know all of you :] even tho tagging people terrifies me, I’m afraid I’m bugging people (even tho I am literally never bugged by being tagged)

17: Do you like ask games?

Yes!! See above

18: Which of your Tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

housdhffhhhd idk I’m friends with a handful of fanartists on here that probably qualify

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do not really do crushes honestly asdkjfhasjkdfh Kip Overshares Hours but very rarely have I ever crushed on people in a legit “Im in love with them” way and not just a “wow they’re neat I just wanna be friends” way, and that first version tends to only show up after we’ve been friends for awhile, and even then its more just like my brain going “oh lol!! man that would be neat, we’ll see what unfolds” instead of butterflies in the stomach and planning dates and such. I like being single and I dig the Old Married Couple Vibes if I could just speedrun straight to that

20: Tags

not to be contradictory to my comment abt being terrified to tag people akjshdkf but i am a bit!!! but I will tag @plainrea and @thatfriendlyanon :]

#coffee talks #tag game

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sparklingpax · 3 years

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Sweet Bother, That’s What You Are

A.N:

(starring my two TFP OCs, Paxie and Sharpflint, who will be getting sketch posts um.........eventually o///o’’)

-HIIIIII So. Potentially the first of many drabbles with these two <3 There’s no official story story, really....just whatever comes to mind if I feel like writing it! ^w^

-I actually managed to find the first time I did a drabble for them, idk, kinda dumb, but thought I’d link in case you were interested ^^’’

-This one’s kinda dumb too I apologize but I wanted to write it so

-Sorry for grammar, punctuation, word usage, spelling, etc mistakes......it’s late and I’m falling asleep and my brain is on Full Sunshine Happy Things mode so I’m just trying to dump all that into this story >:3

-What planet are they on that has metallic trees and rocks?? uM?? uh--ok well,,,,,,same planet as the last one sorry I’m not very creative idk why I need so many trees for my writing anyway lmfao akjdjsd

-So when is this set then?? Ok so. After the war; in this universe here, which is not an au btw (or is it?? idk?? the events are assumed to be exactly the same as prime and other aligned continuity stuff just with these two inserted in the background if that makes any sense at all,,,,) Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that.

-May I just note for the record so no one asks or makes assumptions, their relationship is fully inteded to be really good friendship & it’s Not romantic. Sorry if I made it confusing in the writing sdjsdj basically I love writing romantic stuff but for once I want to write a Good Friends dynamic ^w^ hope thats okie!

-Also no Sharpflint is not actually old, he’d be more like a 35-year old and Paxie’s might be 25-ish. If you wanted to visualize it in human years I guess because we’re all........human..? She’s just fooling around 😹✨

-SHOUTOUT TO Y’ALL WHO ENCOURAGED ME TO START POSTING MY DRABBLE IDEAS!! I hope I do not disappoint too much ^^’’

-hhhhh & it be Short™ o///o but I hope you like it!!! thanks for reading!!! :)

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Paxie kicked a stray rock back into its place on the side of the road and pouted. Arms folded behind her back, she did her best to tune out whatever Sharpflint was on about. Why?

“—and Primus fragging heck, Paxie, you know that as your friend—no, respected elder and mentor—I do not want to find your corpse on the side of the highway because you refuse to learn that—”

Yes. That. Because he was lecturing her about how strongly he disagreed with her personal stance in the Natural Form movement. However, she was not truly annoyed at all. It was a peaceful afternoon and she’d managed to convince Sharpflint to ditch patrol to walk with her.

I’m going to have some fun here--after all, I’m giving up my free day, the one day I don’t have classes!!

Suddenly, one of his words registered in her mind and she got an idea.

Paxie tapped his arm. He came to a halt alongside her, breaking off abruptly to give her a scathing ‘WHAT.’ However he swallowed that, too when he saw her face.

“You got one thing right, salty engines,” Paxie started, feigning frustration.

Sharpflint narrowed his yellow optics—he absolutely detested that ridiculous nickname.

“Oh?” He muttered back, half annoyed. “Enlighten me.”

Paxie shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, you’re old. But you’re not my mentor—you’re too old to be my mentor. I’d need a spry, young, whippersnapper like myself! In fact—wait—”

She did a shushing motion and looked around. Sharpflint moaned quietly, rolling his eyes hard. He waited for her to continue roasting him.

“Yes…yes, I can hear it!”

He decided to play along, folding his arms as he towered over her. “Hear what, Paxie?”

“Listen!! I can hear the high concentration of salt in your attitude rusting your rotor blades!!”

Frag me, Primus why.

“I can hear it from a mile—”

Sharpflint picked her up, smirking as her words melted into surprised yelping. He hoisted her over his shoulder, gripping her legs as the rest of her body hung over his back, and eyed the tree a small ways ahead of them. His grin grew wider.

“Old, huh?”

“Yes!!” Paxie was laughing now, gasping for air.

“Well, then, I’ll just show you how us elderly were taught to run!”

“FLINT!!!”

He swung her in a circle before racing ahead to the tree, prompting more giggled cries. His eyes glinted while his shorter friend shouted, playfully indignant, and demanded to be put down.

“I’ll snap you in two, you robot stick!!”

“Try it, tiny!! You’d barely leave a scratch!”

“OH—” Paxie narrowed her optics and whacked his green plating, still laughing. “SO SAYS ‘MR. INSULTS ARE RUDE’!! WOW!!”

Sharpflint let out a laugh himself, reaching the tree. Sure I said that, but I never said I couldn’t joke around…

“Hey, what are y—WAHHAHHHHHNOONONO—”

The two mechs had made it to the tree, so Sharpflint naturally tossed Paxie just high enough for her to land in one of the branches. As he’d hoped, she latched on and balled up against the metallic surface, optics wide with shock.

Take that, you adorable little scrap. Sharpflint nodded to himself, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head back to take in the view. Paxie started giggling again, wailing down at him to help her off the branch .

“I’m only as old as the middle of the Great War!”

“You’re a salty, rusty sack of bolts!!”

Sharpflint sighed, turning away. “You and Mr. Tree can keep each other company until I come back here for patrol….” He pretended to think deeply, then calmly finished, “Four days from now.”

“Fine! You’re only as old as the youngest old bot from the war!!”

“Three days.”

“You’re a not-so-old dork!”

“Hmmm….” Sharpflint let the silence sink in, as if he were actually deeply considering her words. Paxie sighed audibly.

“You’re my favorite old dork--the best friend I could ask for!”

At this, Sharpflint turned and regarded her, beaming down at him. He unfolded his arms, chuckling lightly.

“I was going to let you down anyway, you know..” he said a little more quietly, feeling a little warm after her previous comment. The purple-white mech grinned back down at him.

“I know! I just wanted to say!”

Paxie was his closest friend, even if she was young, and didn’t know how bleak life could be—which was half the reason they ever got into fights in the first place anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with someone who’s led a completely different life than your own. Both Sharpflint and Paxie were aware of that.

All that same, she was sunshine and openness.

Paxie was…simply put, a great friend.

Sharpflint cracked a small smile—not a smirk, but a real smile.

“You want to meet again at Silicon’s tonight?”

“Only if you’re paying!”

Sharpflint heaved another sigh, slumping over. Well, what else was to be expected? After all, the helicopter mech had thrown his friend into a tree. He couldn’t say no.

Well, no, he could, really should...but it would be rude—

“Oh, dear Primus,” he murmured under his breath, continuing to gaze up at Paxie, still hugging the tree branch for her dear life.

“Yay!! Silicon’s!!” Paxie cheered like a young sparkling, then cut herself off as her celebratory motions caused the branch to sway a bit too much.

“Thank goodness for frequent paychecks…”

But above all, thank goodness for friends. Especially the ones that drive a bot nuts. Paxie, I’d give my life for you.

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leaveharmony · 5 years

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It's sad how you've allowed these white men take over real estate in your heard mortgage free. You used to be really cool before you allowed your bitterness to take over. I've unfollowed you and am probably going to block you because while i respect that you don't have to like any one you constantly shitting on people just because you dislike it is sad and seeing as my life is hard enough I don't need your negativity in my life.

Um...Ok? And you should? If my TIDAL WAVE OF NEGATIVITY AND BITTERNESS during the maybe 7 seconds per week I'm forcibly reminded that whoever it is you're talking about exists outweighs whatever it was that caused you to bestow the honour of "really cool" on me in the first place then godspeed, nonners. Go seek your bliss.I'm not...sure why you feel the need to tell me this tbh, as the tragedy of being Deemed Uncool by an anonymous stranger who's never interacted with me in any way is a comparatively minor one, but if the acknowledgement makes you feel better about it than I guess you gotta do what you gotta do.Farewell, follower number...uh...follower who had a number probably, idk I don't know how many I have.

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All clowning aside though, I genuinely don't understand why someone would send a message like that. And I had no idea how to respond to it...or if I should. If they're looking for attention, isn't that just giving them what they want? But then...if I ignored it, would that make them send more? Can you block an anon? I have no idea. For the terrible crime of vocally disliking certain popular wrestlers in her own space, I've literally seen people spend over a month relentlessly harassing a friend of mine in the most vile and vicious manner, while the person that triggered it all egged them on and laughed about it.

So...I never know what to do. Probably it wouldn't lead to anything that bad, but how do I know? If they've been around since I was “really cool” (I'm sorry, that's still funny. I've never been cool in my life) then they'd know I'm seeing a therapist. They'd know I have pretty crippling social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, severe depression. Were they trying to set it off?They did, actually - messages like that always spike my anxiety badly when I see them. Heartrate went right up, stomach sank. It isn't the content so much as the intent, you know? Random message out of nowhere RE hey I think you're awful: what's the point of that? Why take the time?Is that what they were trying to do? Somehow...get me to correct my fiendish refusal to *looks at smeared writing on hand* um, tailor my space to their exact specifications? Did they unfollow me a few days ago and get frustrated when I didn't mention it (or indeed, notice)? Were they looking for attention? Validation? Just acknowledgement? I don't keep any track of how many followers I get tbh, except to check that new ones aren't porn bots. How many people are here or why doesn't affect my life in any way.

It's...I don't wanna use the word triggering, necessarily. But like. As I say...if they've been here however long, they know I have anxiety. They know I live in an active abuse situation. They know I get extremely defensive over my space bc I've got a history of people coming into my spaces both real and virtual and taking things. My father's sold or given away or thrown out or destroyed my things on more than one occasion, once or twice while I literally sobbed and begged him not to. That time it was a doll cradle. I was maybe 6. He sold it to a lady for five dollars while I cried in the driveway.When I got home from a school trip to New York one day, I came into my room to find he'd been in here and rearranged all my furniture even up to moving the bed from where I had it...and of course, he got furiously angry when I burst into tears. I couldn't move the bed back, it was too heavy for me and I wasn't strong enough...and he wouldn't do it, so I just sat there sobbing hysterically until he finally came raging back in, shouting abuse and calling me everything under the sun, and moved it back.Imagine coming home exhilarated from a great experience to find out people you were meant to trust had come into your space without your consent or knowledge and reorganized everything in it, then had an explosion of temper because you weren't “grateful” they'd done it. There's a reason I have a hoarding problem I'm just now trying to address, after decades of being terrified to let anything out of my sight lest it be gone when I go to look for it. There's a reason I'm protective of my space.

This blog is my space. I don't know what nonners thought I started it for, but it sure as fuck wasn't for anyone else's pleasure or interest; hell, some nights when I'm really plugging away I can churn out like 60 gif posts in a single sitting, and most of them end up with less than ten notes. It's not for the attention. Half of why I have alternate tags for wrestlers is so I'm not constantly clogging their tags w/ my nonsense - and I don't tag my hate at all, on the rare occasion I bother with criticisms. You're looking at the repository of the hyperfixation I use to keep myself alive. If other people enjoy it, that's super! But at its heart, it isn't for other people.

They wanna know about the white man who has real estate in my head? It's my abusive piece of shit father, who has all but beaten the ability to express negative emotion at all out of me over a period of decades.

Compared to him, some coward I don’t know from adam hiding on anon trying to chide me for occasional snarky comments about their faves looks like a pair of nail clippers next to a goddamn threshing machine.

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Be Cruel to Me, Because I'm a Fool For You (Vatya) 1/? - Honey

A/N: Katya and Violet are friends with benefits, until Violet starts acting weird.

Yeah so I wrote another Vatya fic that takes place in one of their beds. Shocking. This is kinda angsty and I’m going to write more, maybe one or two chapters more but idk. Props if you know where the title’s from. I wrote this in two hours so be gentle. Like, reblog, comment, subscribe, rate, and all that jazz.

Brooklyn, New York

“Can you leave now? Not to be rude, but I’m kinda tired. Gotta get up early tomorrow for a fitting.” Violet didn’t look at Katya when she said this. She kept her face pressed against the pillow, laying on her side with her back turned towards him.

“Okay, Violet.” Katya sat up in her bed and stretched. He took a minute to survey her dimly lit bedroom and locate his clothes, which were scattered across the carpet. He sighed and looked over at Violet, who didn’t move at all. He was getting used to this though.

Katya attempted to pinpoint the exact moment his relationship with Violet turned weird. They had agreed, about a year and a half ago, that whenever they happened to be in the same city, they would hook up. The arrangement had worked so well at the beginning. After all, it was difficult to always have to find trade on the road. Violet and Katya already knew they were sexually compatible, thanks to the few late-night trysts Violet had drunkenly initiated on various stops of the BOTS tour two years ago. “It’s like friends with benefits! And these are really good benefits,” Katya had explained, and Violet had agreed, and then they had proceeded to have mind-blowing intercourse for three hours in a hotel in Chicago. Since that day, without fail, Katya and Violet had met up for sex every single time they were in the same city. The first four times had been wonderful. Katya left a hickey on Violet’s ass cheek in Seattle that she wished she could get tattooed on, Violet did things with her mouth in Houston that Katya didn’t even know were possible, Katya tied Violet’s wrists to the hotel bed in Manchester and had her yelping his name so loud that the people in the room next door were banging on the walls to get her to shut up. They had laughed about that last one the next morning, and then kissed goodbye, Violet going to London and Katya flying back to LA.

If Katya had to pick a day where things changed, he would have to say it was when they met in Boston, weeks later. After Boston, Violet would not let Katya spend the night with her anymore. There was no more cuddling, no more post-sex banter, no more waking up in each other’s arms. In Portland, Violet had left Katya’s hotel room immediately after sex, even though Katya had been really rough, the way Violet liked it, and she was visibly fatigued. In Dublin, Violet wouldn’t let Katya kiss her goodbye, even though they had just been making out for the past hour. In Miami, Violet left Katya’s hotel at 2 am in the pouring rain, even though he had begged her not to go out and catch a cold. It had to be Boston, Katya thought, it just had to be. But what happened in Boston?

Katya suddenly realized that he was still sitting naked in Violet’s bed. He immediately got up, collected his clothes and hurriedly got dressed. He almost walked out of Violet’s room without another word, but something stopped him. She was the one who called him here, to her own apartment. Obviously she still enjoyed his company, otherwise she could have just called someone else, seeing as they were in her home city and she must know some local trade. Katya decided he was going to play her game. Walking over to the other side of the bed, the side Violet was facing, he crouched down until he was eye level with her. She was staring straight ahead, but met his eyes when he grabbed her chin and rubbed her bottom lip with her thumb.

“Violet, this was great, now give me a kiss goodbye.” He leaned in without letting her get a word out. Pressing his lips to hers, he expected at least some form of effort, but got nothing. Violet closed her eyes and let him kiss her, but did not move her lips at all. This wouldn’t do, Katya thought. Pulling back, he stared at her face. Her eyes remained closed, until Katya grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her until she was lying on her back. She opened her eyes and stared up at him.

“I’m not leaving until you give me a kiss.” This was a bluff. If she really told him to leave, he would leave. Katya would do anything Violet asked, in that moment and any moment.

“I just did!” Violet protested.

“A real kiss.” Katya tried to read Violet’s emotions, but she was stone faced as she just stared up at him. He took her lack of a retort as permission. Climbing on the bed, he straddled her hips over the covers. He leaned down, his hands on either side of her head, and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into Katya’s immediately. Katya was surprised, but he allowed it. The kiss was even more passionate than he had expected or planned, not that he was complaining. He let it go on for a few seconds longer, and then slowly pulled back. Both were out of breath, and Katya could see the quick rising and falling of Violet’s bare chest.

“See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it Princess?” Katya used the nickname for Violet that he hadn’t used since Manchester. He was trying to get a reaction out of her, but Violet just held eye contact with him and remained straight faced. Whatever, Katya thought. He would get to the bottom of her behavior sooner or later. He rolled off of Violet and left her apartment without another word.

#katya zamolodchikova #violet chachki #vatya #angst #honey #rpdr fanfiction #bctm #canon compliant

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n3o-nightmare · 7 years

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No Matter How Hard I Try

A/N: this is langst and it might make you cry, but idk. It's 1 am and I'm listening to Three Days Grace and this came to my mind. I'm also running on no coffee. If you don't want the team to look like asshole so, you should probably scroll past this post. They aren't super awful, but there's some implications. This isn't beta'd so there may be mistakes. Word Count: Many, so many Summary: Shiro has been missing for a while now. It only took the team a few weeks to fall apart though. They fought sometimes and could hardly get anything done. They didn't know what they were going to do if Shiro wasn't found soon. All Lance had ever wanted was to be loved. He just wanted to feel like he was a part of something. Something that's a big thing. Now Lance is a paladin of Voltron, Defender of the Universe. That's a big thing, right? The training might be the worst part. Not the battles. Allura trained them all for hours on end each day and pushes the team past their limits. Today was probably the worst of the recent times, since Shiro is gone. "Keith, can you please take it a little easier?" We were sparring with Keith in the training room while Allura watched from above. Hunk and Pidge had been working on technology that might help find Shiro by scanning for the specific technology in his arm, or something like that. "Take it easy?" he questioned with venom in his voice, "Just like you've been taking it easy on your efforts to find Shiro?" Keith landed a kick to Lance's gut. Lance tried to block a punch coming for his face, but he couldn't. It felt like punches were coming at him from all angles. Keith swept Lance's legs out from under him and he was on the hard metal ground. His head hit the floor. Keith started kicking Lance while he was on the ground, not giving him a chance to even get a word out. "Please, Allura. Do something. " Lance thought. Allura, however, just watched what was unfolding before her. She did somewhat agree with Keith. Keith continued to kick Lance, even though he noticed that he was kicking harder than before. "You're not important to this team. You bring nothing to the team. You haven't been looking for Shiro as hard as the rest of us because you don't care about anyone but yourself. You think you're fucking flirty and cute but your obnoxious and no one wants to be with you! You're a piece of shit who isn't even a real part of the team!" Keith had stopped kicking Lance and stood above him. Lance was on the ground, not really being able to breathe, feeling like all of his ribs were crushed. Lance was on the ground, tears threatening to well over his eyelids. Yes, Keith had been under a lot of stress recently because of everything happening, but that didn't give him the right to do that right? And didn't Keith know what Lance had been doing? Didn't he know why Lance was always tired? Lance was always out at night in Blue searching everywhere he could in the time everyone else was asleep. He often fell asleep and Blue had to bring him back to the castle. When he didn't search at night or had fallen asleep on a search he would be plaqued with nightmares so it isn't really his fault he's tired. Lance hadn't been wearing protective padding like Keith, just the training suit. He had no protection against the blows Keith had landed. Lance gripped the wall closest to him as best he could. Lance clutched his torso, not sure which area hurt worse. "Thanks, Keith. You just confirmed my suspicions of that I'm nothing to everyone and I have no meaning to anyone. Love you too, man." Lance walked towards the door limping slightly too. He hurt all over now. It's not like he didn't deserve it though. Keith groaned in exasperation. He shouldn't have said those things. But what slightly surprised him was that Lance agreed with him. He put his hands over his face and sighed. Keith didn't know what to do anymore so he called out the training bots. Allura had seen all of what had happened and held no feelings of sadness for Lance. Shiro was gone and everyone had to do their part. Lance rounded a corner in the castle and stopped. His hand in the wall dropped and he leaned his back into the wall. It seemed secluded enough. Lance slid down the wall so he was sitting on the floor. He leaned his head back, in thought. "Why does everyone think I'm no good? What do I need to do better?" The tears Lance had been holding back flowed a little. He did wipe his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. "Maybe I'll go find Hunk and Pidge and see if they need any help." Lance thought and he got up, pain piercing his skull and back. He was going to have to lie down later. He had no idea where Pidge and Hunk were at all so Lance wandered the hallways of the castle again. Lance entered a room he hadn't seen before. Coral was in the room, fixing some gadget. He didn't appear to have heard Lance enter. "Hey, Coran. What are you doing?" Lance stuffed his hands in his pockets and peered down a Coran, who was on the floor. Coran jumped slightly when he heard Lance's voice. "Good gracious, my boy. You scared me. I'm just fixing a few problems with the power cells in the ship. What brings you here?" Coran pulled on the tip of his orange mustache. "I was wondering if you knew where Hunk and Pidge were? I wanted to see if the needed any help with what they were doing." Lance tried to stand up straight so that Coran wouldn't ask if anything was wrong. "I believe that they are in the bridge, or the control room. Is something the matter, my boy?" Coran put down his tools and stood up so he was talking directly at Lance. "No, nothing I can't handle by myself," Lance dropped his voice, "as always. Thanks for helping me Coran! I'll see you later." Coran shrugged and went back to his work once Lance walked out. Lance walked down the hallways, once again. He made it to the control room, and sure enough, found Pidge and Hunk. They were huddled over a computer that looked like the one Pidge had back at the Garrison. Small parts were scattered around them. "Hey, guys. Do you need any help?" Lance asked. "Why would I want your help with this? And weren't you sparring with Keith?" Pidge bluntly said. "And watch where you're stepping. I need all these parts for the scanner." "Yeah, sorry Lance. We don't really need any help at all with this one. Why don't you go back to fighting?" Hunk turned back to working, "That's the only thing you're good at anyways." Pidge laughed at the comment Hunk made. They fist bumped and laughed more. Lance forced a laugh out, trying to ignore the amount of hurt it caused to see them acting so close. Hunk was supposed to be Lance's Best Friend. Lance turned around and walked out of the control room and felt his eyes get wet again. It felt like everyone was betraying him. He just wanted someone to understand how he felt. "Why is it that no matter how hard I try, people always seem to be disappointed in me? Why do I never measure up?" Lance whispered these thoughts to himself as he walked towards his room. He didn't wxoecy to be stopped in the hallway, much less by Allura. "Oh. Hey, Allura. What's up with you?" Lance tried to smile. It turned into more of a grimace though. Lance definitely didn't expect to be slapped by Allura. Lance moved to the side, careening into the wall for the umpteenth time of the day. His hand flew to the side of his face, stinging cheek and all. Lance could still feel Allura's hand on his face, even though she stood infront of him, hands clenched into fists by her side. "How can you say what's up? I wish you could see that every problem that the team has is because of you! Shiro is gone and it's your fault!" Allura reached to slap Lance again, but he caught her wrist mid-air. "You think I don't know that? Do you think I can't tell the way that everyone looks at me like I'm someone expendable? I know I'm expendable and don't do anything for this team. I know that, Allura! I know I'm useless!" Lance's voice had been raising steadily throughout his speech. Allura's eyes had gotten wider as well. "I know you love Shiro. You think I don't want to find him? Look at the hangar security tapes. I've been working twice as hard as all of you, but I get torn down for everything I do. I guess you don't know I have feelings too. In fact, I love someone, but it's obvious they don't love, even like, me back. I would give everything to have one day with them, but I can't." Lance let go of Allura's wrist and continued to walk towards his room, taking shaky breaths as he walked, legs burning and ankles swelling from training. Allura stood speechless in the middle of the hallway, watching Lance walk away, until he rounded the corner as disappeared from view. Allura had no idea that that would be the result of her anger. Lance finally made it to his room, the door opening smoothly. "Looks like the tinkering I did paid off. The one thing that has." Lance thought. He was just now starting to feel all of the pain that had been caused throughout the day. He walked into is bathroom to asses the damage. His right ankle was swelling to enormous size and left shoulder from where it had hit the wall was beginning to bruise. Lance removed his jacket and shirt, toeing off his shoes at the same time. Lance hissed at the stretching no of his muscles that were very much not okay. His torso was littered with bruises, and there certainty was some misformed bones now. "Fuck you, Keith. Why are you always so rough?" Lance let out a small chuckle. He decided if he laid down, he would feel better. However, gravity had other plans for him. He didn't make it to his bed, collapsing onto the ground with pants on. It was nighttime when Lance woke up again. He was still on the cold, hard floor. The rom was dark and hostile. Shadows seemed to antagonize at every move. Lance moved to get up, and he noticed that there was no pain. He had no more bruises or anything. Lance walked towards his door. He went into the hallway, where it was even darker than his room. He didn't have a light, so he had to feel his way a long the wall. Almost inaudible, a voice started to speak from the darkness. It was Shiro's voice. "Shiro? Is that you?" Lance smiled and ran off into the direction of Shiro's voice, hearing it get louder. He rounded corners, piercing the black veil of darkness to find the source of the voice. "Lance? Is that you? Where are you?" Shiro's voice was almost perfectly clear. "Just one not turn." Lance thought. But, when Lance rounded the corner, he saw nothing. Then two claps rang out through the air. Allura's hands were in the air. Lights came on all around the hallways. Lance looked up towards Allura and saw the other paladins there as well. Shiro stood between them all, his arm around Allura. "So nice do you to join us Lance. I was beginning y worry we'd lost you too." Shiro said sarcastically. He lifted an eyebrow and gestured with his unoccupied nad to the paladins around him, "They were all here on time." "What do you mean? I was unconscious on my floor. I had no idea y'all were here. I would have been first otherwise." Keith rolled his eyes, "Yeah right. You're not first for anything. You fall behind. You shouldn't even be here." "I was chosen. I was chosen by Blue. I deserve to be here as much as y'all do." Lance was the only one who appeared to share this thought though. "Can you tell me why you were chosen then? What makes you special? Why do you /deserve/ to be here?" Shiro jabbed his metal finger in the direction of Lance. "I can't do that." "Why not? It's a simple enough question." "Look, I just don't know. I don't exactly think I'm special either, but I'm trying my hardest. "Then I have no choice. I have to do what's best for the team, and you're not part of that. Hunk, grab him." Shiro ordered Hunk and pushed a button on the wall, causing the air lock chamber doors to open. "No. No. No. No. No. You can't do that. Hunk, buddy, you can't do this." Lance was panicking, having flashbacks to the last time he was in one of these and almost died. He started hyperventilating, shaking, and sweating. "Actually, we can. It is statistically it will be better if you are no long on the team." Pidge said matter of factly. Hunk tossed Lance into the room and closed the doors. Lance ran up to the doors and banged on the windows. He tried to smash the glass, but it would not budge. The countdown started from 5. Lance stopped banging on the glass and looked at Keith. Keith looked back at him and made eye contact. Lance pleaded, but at the last second made a small smile form on his lips. Then Lance woke up, in a cold sweat, on the actual metal floor. It was only and hour before breakfast, more or less. Lance hadn't realized he'd been in his room all night. "It was just a nightmare." Lance thought. This one had been much more vivid than the last ones he had experienced. Lance moved his hand, and felt water on the ground. He then reached up to his face and felt wet lines going down his face. Lance had been crying. Lance thought about all of the recent days events and groaned. He really didn't know what to do other than to make things easier for everyone, except him. He thought that was the best solution. Lance nodded his head up and down and went back into the bathroom. Lance washed his face so n one had to see the tears he had cried. Then Lance reached into one of the drawers. And took out the single blade razor his father had used once. He put the razor down on his wrist. "No one wants me around anyway. What's the point?" Lance thought before pushing down. The edge drew a line down his wrist and up his arm slightly. He did the same with the other arm. Lance stumbled out to the bedroom part of his room. His knees became weak and he fell to the floor. Keith was wondering where Lance was. Lance was never late to breakfast. "Has anyone seen Lance this morning? I need to say something." Keith asked a round the room. Pidge and Hunk shook their heads no, Allura said no and Coran said he hadn't seen him since the day before. "Actually come to think of it, neither have I," Hunk said. "Same," replied Pidge. No one had seen Lance since yesterday. "I think we should look for him." Keith said while standing up. "Why? You were mad at him yesterday." Allura said. "I think we should too, Princess," Coran joined in. He got up with Keith and Pidge and Hunk followed suit. Allura was the last to stand up, but eventually went looking too. "I'll look in his bedroom, Pidge looks in the control room, Hunk you look in the kitchen, Coran you look in rooms you fixed recently. Princess, you look in the training area. Let's go." Keith turned around and began walking towards Lance's bedroom. He half-jogged to get to Lance's room faster. He got to the door and knocked. "Lance, it's me. Keith. I have something to tell you." Keith thought it was weird that Lance want answering his door, though given what happened yesterday, it would be surprising if he answered his door. Keith did open the door anyway. Keith saw Lance in the floor, laying motionless. He rushed over to his side, seeing the blood. Lance had written out 'I'm sorry' in blood. "No, you're not allowed to die. You just aren't." Keith picked up Lance's form, putting an arm under his knees and around his shoulders. He ran with the brunet's body in his arms. He could feel the slight breathing, shallow in and out. He got Lance to the medbay and set up one of the healing pods. He stuck Lance in one of them and went to get the rest of the team. Keith found Allura first. She gasped when she saw the blood. "Don't worry, he's alive, mostly. I put him in of the pods. We need to find everyone else." Keith led Allura towards the door of the room she was searching and went to get everyone else. The all arrived in the medbay and saw Lance in the pod. They all felt like this was their fault. Allura suddenly spoke up. "Lance wanted me to look at the hangar security footage. He said that would explain somethings." So Pidge pulled it up. It showed Lance getting into Blue and leaving the hangar, getting back later, sometimes not reemerging. They showed Lance looking for Shiro when no one else was. They all were wrong about him. Lance emerged from the pod 3 days later. Keith was the only one in the room because he never left. Keith got up to catch Lance as he fell from the pod, smirking at the memories. "So, you said you had something to say?" Lance was cocky and like himself. He smiled a small one, but it was real. "That can wait. Why did you do it?" Keith's voice was lined with concern. "I guess I was causing too many problems. I was tired." Lance put his head down, leaning onto Keiths shoulder. "You're not a problem to me. You're perfect and deserve the world." "Sure I do, Keith." "I'm being serious, and I'm hoping, that pull forgive me and maybe let me give you the world?" Lance's cheeks flushed to a darker red than Keith's jacket. He nodded against Keith's neck, a yes. Everyone else came into the medbay at that moment. "I knew I heard a voice!" Pidge exclaimed. They all ran over to Lance and Keith. Allura hugged them, and then Hubk and Pidge and Coran joined, creating a group hug. "We are so so so so sorry Lance. We wont do this ever again." Allura was the one to speak, the other just squeezed tighter. For the firstborn time in a long while, Lance had what he always wanted. He felt loved. He was wanted. He wa safe. And he was never going to let go again.

#Langst #Voltron #Klangst #Keith #lance #klance #I'm running no sleep #actually dying #I'm on a couch

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batboyblog · 7 years

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I have no idea if you do PJO prompt, but if you do can you do a Leo bonding with his little brother Harley drabble?(Also I really enjoy reading your works)

I do do PJO prompts even if you are the very first person to ask! thanks!

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“So tell me about this pendejo who’s giving you trouble” Leo said as he tightened a screw. “His name is Charlie he’s in Ares cabin and he’s a real jerk” Harley look at his feet a scuffed the ground. “I don’t get why you can’t just set his pants on fire Leo”

“oh hermano, I could set his pants on fire, But like a wise dead boy once told me ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’”

“I’m not actually dead you know” Nico di Angelo protested lazily from the corner. He was laying down his head in his boyfriend’s lap while Will read the Journal of Thoracic Medicine. “Sometimes I still hear his voice” Leo said in a stage whisper leaning in toward Harley a wicked grin on his face. Harley giggled and turned toward Nico who lazily flipped Leo off.

Harley looked at Leo with wide eyes but Leo just laughed. “alright you want to help me with the super killer revenge bot li’l bro?” Harley’s eyes lit up and Will without looking up commented “please don’t really kill or maim anyone, I don’t want to clean it up”

“Scout’s honor sunshine” Leo held up 3 fingers before ducking down to whisper to Harley “I was never a boy scout” Harley giggled. Over the next few hours Leo worked on the robot and Harley dashed around the room grabbing things for him. Leo stepped back and looked at his handy work “high five hermano” they slapped hands “eh Nico you want to be my favorite person?”

“oh I thought I was dead?”

“you’re my favorite dead person, the robot needs something of Charlie’s to work can you get into Ares Cabin and grab, idk his jock strap or something”

Nico gave Leo a look “okay bad example, please Nico?”

“fine, but you owe me” With that Nico was gone in a puff of black smoke. A second later a pair of gym shoes landed on the work table. “Gracias mi amigo muerto”

Leo and Harley stood in front of Cabin 5 holding a metal box between them. “ready?” Leo asked and Harley nodded. “okay, 1, 2, 3!” they dropped the box and it transformed before it even hit the ground, turning into a long bronze centipede. It exploded up the steps toward the front door. Leo and Harley turned away covering their ears and closing their eyes and explosions rocked the late afternoon. They turned just in time to see the front door of Cabin 5 be knocked off it’s hinges. Seconds later Ares campers came running out black smoke rolling out of the door and the widows. Leo put his arm around Harley and walked slowly up the steps skirting around the sprung bear traps and spent shells. Through the door into the cabin itself, in the middle of the room stood a boy of about 10. He was frozen head to toe, a human popsicle. The centipede had disassembled itself forming with it’s part the words “Don’t mess with gear heads”

“Like I said hermano, it’s best cold.”

#leo valdez #Harley #nico di angelo #will solace #PJO #camp half-blood #writing

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datingadviceonreddit · 6 years

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Im a 21M and just graduated college, but still have never had a relationship/been on a date/had a kiss/held hands/etc. ever.Start of Junior year of highschool I said to myself "Im going to finally find someone and will be able to go to Prom." I didn't.So Senior year, I did said the same. I didn't.Freshman year of college I said to myself "okay, now there's no cliques of people like in highschool so I don't have to worry, and I'll finally meet someone." Freshman year passed and I didn't.Sophmore year I said "Okay first year was getting used to college, I'm not in a stupid dorm now so I feel more mature, and this year I'll find a SO." I didn't.Junior year [my last year because graduating early] I said "okay, I've moved off campus to a nice apartment, got a nice PT job while going to school, last year, I gotta find someone before graduating right?" I didn't.I said "okay I'll meet someone at my new job" but turns out that the job is mostly guys in their 30s and the females are all 30+ as well. I'm the youngest by 7-8 yearsI've been told "don't look for a relationship, and you'll find yourself stumbling into one." So I've gone months of not even thinking about it, and not thinking about being single and just doing what I want, and I never "walked into a relationship" nothing even close to that.I've been told "work on yourself and you'll attract a SO." and that's what I've been doing my last year at school.In Highschool I was a bony skinny guy who was tiny. I started going to the gym this year and have been tracking everything. If I want to "work on myself" then take it seriously. I have excel sheets for tracking lift numbers, tracking calories, progress and goals. I've added lots of weight to my lifts and am still skinny but no longer anorexic or "ew he's so bony"In addition, I have a passion for basketball and work on improving myself there. I'm playing pickup a lot of the time now if not practicing by myself and am continuously getting better and improving in different areas.I focused on school and ended my year with all As and a good GPA for my resume and completed huge projects for my resume and future career.I also have worked on learning things in free time, whether it be trying to pickup guitar, or learning more things for my career field, or just random things listening to podcasts and reading.Furthermore, I even was able to land an Internship right out of college without skipping a beatBut this hasn't just naturally "attracted" anyone by itself.I thought I would meet someone in college, but my major made that much harder. In Computer Science, its 85% males. Of the 15% females, half are international students, so its only handfuls of people that I've had the opportunity to meet for potential SO. And what happens when there's 8x more guys than girls? Someone gets left out... actually lots do. I can't remember the last time I was able to meet a girl that was actually single. Its a harder than finding a needle in a haystack because of the ratio.I'm at the point where I just feel like giving up. About two-three months ago I had the realization that "well I'm graduating and I've still never been on a single date" and ever since it hasn't left my mind. I try not to think about it, I'm still doing the "work on yourself" but its always in the back of my head nagging at me, nonstop. I can't do anything to stop it. Its become a huge void that I can't fill.For example, I was at the gym shooting basketball and a gorgeous girl was there shooting too (good too), and the whole time I had this knot in my stomach. Idk what it was and there's nothing I could do to stop the "feeling." Sure call it some sort of 'jealousy' for wishing I had a SO. But I knew she was well out of my league. But it doesn't happen to just every girl. If I see a girl that is WELL WELL out of my league the I don't think anything of it, because its just not real to me. Even in my fantasy it just doesn't make sense. For instance me dating a girl in a sorority. I go(went) to a party school were frats/sororities were a big part of the state university. And the frats sororities had a higher social status so thats a thing that just wouldn't ever happen.I've been working on myself, hang out with friends, but even then I just never had the friends introducing you to people who may have chemistry with you I know many friends introduce other single friends with other friends or it naturally happens and that's how many people meet SOs. Its never happened once for me.One of my close friends got out of a 4 year relationship, two weeks later he was complaining how much he hates being single. Things like that are just a dagger at times. then the other day he reveals that he's been seeing girls and has slept with multiple now, and he was asking advice because one continued to bug him because she apparently really likes him and blah blah blah (I had no advice because what do I know? nothing). Its not "oh Im still a virgin" its just being reminded that others have no trouble whatsoever finding SOs and I've never experienced anything close to that. I'm the only friend in my group that has never experienced anything. There's usually inside jokes about me being single and its just teasing, but I just want to fill the giant hole."Try tinder out, even if its not your style, it'll be a confidence booster if anything man" yeah welp I did that, and didn't get any matches but bots. The "SWIPE ON EVERYTHING" method, the "Buy Gold and see who likes you" method, the "Put tons of work to make your profile worth it" method. I've downloaded it and deleted it multiple times because its goes from "okay maybe I'll get matches" to downright depressing. I've done OKCupid and other online sites for other styles of dating, but no success.One of my friends is already engaged at 21, One is about to be in a year, One can be seeing multiple girls just weeks after a relationship, One can use tinder and have success and recommend it, blah blah blah. But here I am still never held a hand before.TLDR: People will say "oh you're young you'll find something soon. But I was told that in highschool, then as a freshman, and now again and again. The single best opportunity to get into dating is in College, I believe thats a pretty easy fact. And I fucking missed it with NO results at all. Now I am working fulltime, and my freetime is very limited, from now on to the future, I will have less and less freetime with having to do more work and put more effort in working up the totem poll and taking on more responsibilities as i become "more of an adult"Everyone says "You'll find someone" but it sounds like thats just a nice saying. What if some people don't? and many people don't ever. Accept it and not worry? how do you do that especially if thats the one thing you wanted in life? via /r/dating_advice

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