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[tracle0]

The prodigal son returns

#Art #Artist #artist on tumblr #illustration #digital drawing #digital art #My art #original art #original character #blah blah blah tags and all that jazz #Theo #Hey lookits Theo! Wow that’s so cool! #I am. Very proud of this one. I ~experimented~ with textured and all that jazz to fill out the blocks of colour and I think it looks good #Oh wait #eye strain tw #there we go okay yeah! This! #Is he leaving home? Is he returning? Who knows! Not me #I have two more ideas for drawings like this but I’m not sure when I’ll do them or if I’ll do them at all. Just vague ideas #Now off to meet a friend and maybe get a tasty drink I don’t know yet. It’s bloody cold outside #Okay bye have a glorious day today. Go see some trees maybe #Trade-marked

[juyeonszn]

BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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[mellybabbles]

What's kickin', chicken?

I've decided to finally make a masterpost for this blog

HIHIHIHI!! You can call me Mel, Jynx or whatever floats your boat! This is an UTMV blog, meaning a lot of sanses will be poppin up 'round these parts. Specifically Dust- Pronouns are he/him, I'm a minor, artist, blah blah all that hooby hobby stuff. I have a big ol fanfic called Dreamscape and a few others on AO3. AO3 Acc is MelatoninDepicts I'm a guy!! I go by he/him, but dw if you get the wrong pronouns I really do not mind. My other blogs are @shattereddreamrp and @melatonindepicts !! DNI: Pedophiles, 18+ Blogs, Homophobes, Racists, Proshippers, all that jazz. If you support Israel and the actions, please DNI and unkindly fuck right off. I'm open to drawing/writing requests! Expect a lot of self insert, x reader, etc. I can't really do many ships, usually only on my own terms. I'm Pansexual and Polyamorous(?), and possibly genderfluid but still working on my sexuality and identity, heh. I'm open to chatting about whatever, just don't be a dick and such! Certified Dust Addict. I will never shut up about him. Literally obsessed with him to an unhealthy degree. Anyways, enjoy your time on my blog! Feel free to pop in an ask or anything. Always happy to talk <3 Tags for navigation: Regularly Scheduled Dust Simping = Dust shit. Drawings, writing, etc my art = well, my art melly's silly talk = Me answering asks and just chatting Melly's silly reblogs = reblogs !! Melly's silly sketches = Doodles/sketches Discord is melatonindepicts, feel free to friend me and chat whenever haehaeh This is my discord inv! For my story, chatting, whatever. We vibe and chill here. Positivity space/negative free!! Oh and RP and other many things https://discord.gg/UnpQvhtQfT

#melly's silly talks #masterpost #wow I finally made one #well #another one #but y'know

[wipeawaythedebt]

MASTERLIST A CHOOSE YOUR OWN STORY SMAU RINTARO SUNA X READER | KENMA KOZUME X READER

SUMMARY: After getting her heart broken by someone she put her whole trust into, y/n decides that it's for the best to switch schools to prevent further humiliation. Although having sworn off love, she finds herself severely missed by her best friend Suna and getting yet again closer to her childhood friend Kenma - which makes her past love very unhappy.

TAGS & DISLCAIMERS: fluff/wholesome moments, love triangles, bad language, angsty, insecurities, cheating, crack, bad humor and all that jazz, the struggle of having a choice, (minor?) manga spoilers in the epilogues and bonus content, probably ooc-ness + English is not my first language

Beware that a favourite character of yours can be portrayed as an asshole. Personally, I don't believe any HQ canon!characters would act that way! Therefore, villainizing a character doesn't mean I dislike them. This story should serve as a form of entertainment and is nowhere near 100% canonically or logically correct.

I like to call it "the freedoms of a fanfiction writer".

[STATUS: completed, bonus content coming soon]

CHAPTER 1 | said it with love

CHAPTER 2 | you can no longer play as luigi

CHAPTER 3 | can i, respectfully

CHAPTER 4 | i'd throw a masterball

CHAPTER 5 | i will piss your cereal

CHAPTER 6 | blonde setters are her type

CHAPTER 7 | the blobfish is tired

CHAPTER 8 | knighted

CHAPTER 9 | the shape of an L

CHAPTER 10 | don't forget about me

CHAPTER 11 | don't call me kid, don't call me baby

CHAPTER 12 | sorry for the intrusion

CHAPTER 13 | mark me down as confused

CHAPTER 14 | so wise. and so handsome.

CHAPTER 15 | sometimes ya get hurt

CHAPTER 16 | one more lie

CHAPTER 17 | the game is on

CHAPTER 18 | bulbasaur solos

CHAPTER 19 | merely an npc

CHAPTER 20 | just a little longer

RINTARO SUNA'S ROUTE

CHAPTER 21 | one for eternity [written]

CHAPTER 22 | in another world

CHAPTER 23 | blah blah blah [+ written part]

CHAPTER 24 | one tearful hour later [written]

CHAPTER 25 | froggy chair [epilogue]

KENMA KOZUME'S ROUTE

CHAPTER 21 | maybe i always will [written]

CHAPTER 22 | higher ranks [+ written part]

CHAPTER 23 | meowth, that's right

CHAPTER 24 | the other end [+ written part]

CHAPTER 25 | levelling up with you [epilogue]

BONUS CONTENT

RIN | first time [NSWF]

RIN | wedding

KENMA | first time [NSWF]

KENMA | wedding

#haikyuu smau #haiykuu texts #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #suna smau #suna texts #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna imagines #suna rintaro smau #suna rintaro texts #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro imagines #kenma smau #kenma texts #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kenma imagines #kenma kozume smau #kenma kozume texts #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x y/n #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume imagines

[bug-bites]

intro, rules, all that jazz under the cut!! (read before req pls >_<)

hello and welcome to my blog!

my name is bug, my pronouns are they/them and i am oh so scared to be here! /hj

i think im only going to write headcanons because tbh i am not the best writer when it comes to fanfics :P

also!! im still trying to get used to tumblr so please be patient with me while i try to figure out how to do whatever im supposed to do here

please dont :[

i dont write any NSFW, heavy gore, incest or pedophilia so please dont request it. if i catch any of you requesting that stuff you will be blocked.

another thing i wont write anything that revolves around topics that could be considered extremely triggering (which sounds super vague so if you are uncertain feel free to msg me for clarification!)

please do :]

i love writing hcs where my faves get to be silly. anything that lets them have a break from whatever canon troubles they go through is just so fun to write. AND IF ITS WITH A PLATONIC READER??? hand it over. rn. i love to let my faves be silly gooses!!

you wanna request fluff? amazing. general headcanons? love it. x reader? fantastic, hand it over (the x reader stuff for non-men will probably be better because im a lesbian tee hee). i'll try my best! familial hc's? I. WILL. EAT. THAT. UP.

i also write for specific gendered readers! if its unspecified then i will just default to gender neutral reader

please ask ,':/

i will do light angst and do sometimes like hurt/comfort but please msg me just to check before putting in a req for it :-D

i swear i dont bite, my user is misleading

sources <3

i write for the following (faves are bolded hehe):

Spiderverse

miles morales (both of em, 42 and 1610)

gwen stacy

hobie brown

pavitr prabhakar

margo kess

lyla

jessica drew

peni parker

spider-noir

webslinger

Call of Duty

simon "ghost" riley

john price

john "soap" mactavish

kyle "gaz" garrick

gary "roach" sanderson

kim "horangi" hong-jin

konig

rodolfo "rudy" parra

alejandro vargas

farah karim

tags :3

[ #bug blurb ]: silly blurbs about my faves!!

[ #blah blah bug]: usually not writing related nonsense :]

[ #bug (re)blog ]: reblogs <3 is it obv im struggling w/ the alliteration theme i got going on

(more coming soon once i figure out how to do this :P)

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #margo kess #lyla #jessica drew #peni parker #spider noir #webslinger #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon “ghost” riley #john price #john “soap” mactavish #kyle “gaz” garrick #gary “roach” sanderson #horangi #kim “horangi” hong jin #konig #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #farah karim

[o0corruptedghoul0o]

I was a good girl today and tagged all my posts/reblogs properly (kill me pls that was a lot)

give me a cookie

....

#cod - for Call of Duty posts

#l3wdz - for explicit naughty posts with titties and all that jazz

#random - for... well random posts, like memes, tag games blah blah

#tw:gore - for the more heavier stuff, not talking about a little blood on the cheek or something

#rblg - for reblogs

I try to keep it in mind from now on and don't get too lazy again so you can block stuff you don't wanna see

#random #I'm waiting for the delivery guy so I thought I could use the time to clean up a bit on my blog

[raleighcarreras]

if i die young

Part 3: sink me in the river at dawn

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x black!fem!reader

Wrd Cnt: 2.5k+

Ratings: Mature (violence)

Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, reader kills somebody, nat kills some bitches too

Chapter(s): Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4

Notes: debating on whether i should do a tag list or not. I probably wont idk. Song is Heaven and Back by Chase Atlantic. Not my gif. 18+ only blah blah. Once this is finished I have a wanda x black!reader fic in the works! Like it's already partially written and everything.

She was always dealing with the devil

You did your best in trying not to get yourself hurt, like Natasha said.

You really did.

But goons had come to your apartment in the middle of the night and gotten the jump on you and- God how did they even find you.

When things of this nature happened, you had hoped to rip off your clothing to reveal your suit in glorious fashion. A show of what you were dubbing "Suit Ex-Machina". But it wasn't ready yet. You had barely gotten your materials to Kamilah after your brief jail stint.

You'd have to settle for bouncing around in the back of a van with only your plaid pajamas pants and plain t-shirt. How cliche.

This was your penance for letting your gaurd down. Your tingle hadn't been powerful enough to wake you up out of your sleep before your limbs were restrained and your face was covered with a complimentary rag.

You're slightly embarrassed at how quickly they managed to overwhelm you.

But, that was 25 minutes and 42 seconds ago. You'd been counting. There wasn't much else to do other than imagine scenarios in which you got free on your own stroke of genius or Natasha came zooming in on a stolen motorcycle followed by a fiery explosion.

You're not unpacking why you want that second thing so badly.

It didn't matter in the long run. As much as you liked to tease her about it (read: liked the idea of it yourself), you had no reason to believe she actually was spying on your every move 24/7. You were at most a minor inconvenience for her. Not her entire job.

So, it would be up to you. Unfortunately, you were all geniused out.

You tugged on the cuffs for what had to be the seventh time in the last five minutes. They don't spontaneously combust, just like they didn't when you tried that the first six times.

So, they're not regular handcuffs. Great.

If you were all geniused out, maybe you could get out of this situation by being stupid. Ideas so crazy they just might work.

You can feel the van beginning to roll to a stop and now is the time to implement you're plan. Especially considering you don't have a better one.

The van lightens as the goons step out of the front. You're losing precious time.

So, with a deep breath. You do something incredibly stupid. You dislocate your thumb. Pulling your hand out of the cuff with a pained grunt. Thank fuck you heal quickly.

You bring the other arm around to your front. In hopes of frying the tech. You only stop breifly at the Stark Industries emblazoned on the side.

All those great minds at your place of work and no one thought to watch out for someone breaking their hand to get out of handcuffs.

Without the cuff around your wrist your able to use your powers to fry the tech and the metal clatters to the ground.

Just in time for the back of the van to open.

"Look Mom, no hands." You waggled your fingers (minus 1 sad thumb) in a display of particularly annoying jazz hands.

The goon stopped in his tracks with a frown so deep you hoped he would break his face in half for you, "How'd you get out of those?"

You shrugged conversationally, and scooted toward the edge of the van. The goon did little to hide his flinch.

"The same way I imagine you get out of yours everytime New York's "Finest" picks you up."

He sneered, then lunged at you. Your reflexes move you out of the way deftly, bringing you behind him.

"Behind you, My Liege."

He turned with a growl that resembled that of a pained and angry lion.

"While you're trying to intimidate me, do you mind telling me what this is about? I'm at a loss."

The goon raised the sleeves of his leather jacket without another word. You looked down at the tattoo covering his forearm.

A club.

"Ohhhh! This is about what I did to your Club Club member! That makes a lot of sense, actually. Would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

He only stared at you.

"Not a talker I see. That's aight. I'll do enough for the both of us as I'm sure you've gathered."

The buzzing at the back of your skull alerted you to more goons coming to assist their brother in arms.

The attempted punch thrown at the back of your head was a cheap shot if you ever seen one. You jumped straight up into the air and onto the top of the van.

The punch landed directly onto the OG's (Original Goon's) temple. Knocking him out cold.

"Damn. That one would have hurt, huh?" You said from crouched position you had landed in. You're sure it doesn't look nearly as intimidating as it could, seeing as you're in your pajamas. But hey, at least you hadn't gotten punched.

The top of the van gave you a much better vantage point. You took a brief look around you. You were surrounded.

You sighed deeply, "Fuck me."

"Does anyone ever listen to me when I speak?" Natasha mumbled angrily as she rummaged around your apartment looking for any clues as to where you might have been dragged off to.

"I know I sure don't." Yelena said from her spot on your couch. She continued to spoon your Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream into her mouth.

"Yeah, that bullet wound you're nursing made that pretty clear. Get off your ass and help." Natasha stopped ransacking the place breifly. She was missing something. She knew it. And that wasn't like her. She was a world class spy. She didn't miss things. She was never this frantic and disagreeable. Well, actually, she was always this disagreeable.

"I'll help when you tell me why this random girl matters so much." Yelena started to flit around the couch in search of the television remote.

"It's none of your business."

"And that's perfectly fine. As long as you're good doing whatever it is you're doing while I take a much needed nap."

Natasha pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. This was a stupid line of questioning in her opinion. She never questioned Yelena about her motivations whenever she was dragged out on a unsanctioned mission. Why can't she be rewarded the same courtesy?

She really needed to calm down. How much trouble could you have really gotten yourself into within the last 24 hours anyway? It's not like you were completely helpless. You had your powers. Natasha was holding your webshooters in her hands, but you had other things to keep you safe. You had to.

"This is my fault."

That caused Yelena to sit up, "How could this possibly be your fault?"

"I got her into this mess. She was trying to prove a point to me. I-She shouldn't have felt the need to-" Natasha stopped talking abruptly. Her hand reached for the 9mm on her hip almost subconsciously, "-Someone's at the door."

Yelena grabbed at her own gun and pointed toward the door. They both tensed as the doorknob turned.

The woman walked in with a grumble and a piece of clothing in her hand. She closed the door and locked it. Then she turned around and saw two guns pointed at her.

Yelena holstered her gun and quickly pulled the woman deeper into the apartment. She covered her mouth before she could scream, "Who are you and what is your business here?"

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BEST FRIEND'S APARTMENT?!"

Natasha holstered her gun with a eye roll and gestured for Yelena to let the woman go, "You must be Kamilah. Y/N is missing."

"How do you know my-nevermind that. What do you mean she's missing?" As if she didn't believe Natasha, Kamilah stumbled over to peer into the bedroom and the rest of the apartment.

"What did you do with her!?"

"What did I do with her? If I did something I would have killed you before you could have locked the door. "

Kamilah paused and looked at the red head deeply, " You're that one Avenger, aren't you? Y/N rants about you a lot."

Yelena raised a mischievous eyebrow at that information.

"...Yeah. You wouldn't happen to have a way of tracking her would you?"

Kamilah scoffed, "Well, considering her phone is right there and she sure as hell isn't next to it? No."

Natasha had the urge to bang her head into a wall, but she refrained. She was positive this was all her fault. If she had been quicker in her research of Club Club (fuck, now you've got her saying it) this wouldn't have happened.

"Okay, if I was an angry Russian where would I go?"

Yelena scoffed, "You are an angry Russian. What do you mean 'if'?"

Kamilah chuckled lightly despite the situation.

Natasha didn't find that nearly as amusing, "I'm going to see if there's a laptop somewhere around here and hack into the CCTV."

Kamilah pointed her in the direction of your office with an impatient huff, "How long is that going to take?"

"Done." Natasha said exactly 2 minutes and 37 seconds later.

"How the fuck..."

"Yelena, come on." Natasha said she gathered her items and anything she thought you might want.

Yelena, now happy to know the reasoning behind Natasha's panic was because she had a big ole fat crush, followed her sister toward the door dutifully.

Kamilah started to follow them, Yelena turned around with a bemused look, "What are you doing?"

Kamilah blanched, "My bestie is in trouble. I'm coming too."

Yelena raised a blonde eyebrow, "You know how to shoot a gun?"

"No."

"Then stay your cute butt here."

Kamilah did well to hide her blush, "Fine. At least take this with you. It's her suit. I finished it this morning."

Natasha grabbed the garment without anymore preamble and headed out the door.

Yelena placed a comforting hand on Kamilah's shoulder, "We'll bring her back. As you can see my dear big sister is pretty determined."

Kamilah only nodded her thanks as Yelena slipped out the door in search of her sister.

You always thought it was stupid how groups of bad guys only went after the hero one at a time in movies. Maybe if they just jumped the dude he wouldn't always win.

But apparently, this is the only method of group fighting they teach in bad guy school. You were slowly picking off the idiots in front of you, while the rest waited their turn in the metaphorical line.

Though, maybe the method did have some validity to it as you slowly start to feel yourself become more and fatigued. Sure, that Captain America guy could do this all day or whatever, but you couldn't. If only because you would need a bit more practice to build up your stamina.

Your punches are losing their...well they're losing their punch.

"Is that all you got, ..Bitch?" You rolled your eyes at his struggle to find words. Most of his teeth were missing and his mouth was overflowing with blood.

"Next time, just go with the slur. 'Bitch' doesn't have nearly the same sting to it." Before he could say anything you grabbed his head and shocked him all the strength you could muster. Which apparently was much more than you had anticipated. He dropped to ground with such a bodily thud that you couldn't fathom him still being alive.

But at the same time, you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

"Next in line, please."

The guy next in line lined up to take a swing at you. But before it connected he dropped to the ground. A bullet wound sprouting from his forehead.

You flinched as the blood splatter landed on your face. You turned around slowly. You thought you'd be excited to have her come to your rescue, but in actuality you were just annoyed.

"I could've handled that myself!" You said to the red head as her motorcycle skidded into a few goons. Knocking them over like bowling pins.

"A few pins left, Sister. Maybe go for the spare?" Yelena's voiced echoed from somewhere above you and you glared even harder at The Black Widow.

"You sure about that? You look like you're about to fall over. And you're sweating like a demon in church." Natasha said with that cocky smirk that drove you crazy in more ways than one. She tossed you your webshooters before throwing a small knife at a guy's throat who had trying to grab you from behind. You hadn't even realized he was there but Natasha didn't need to know that.

"Two things can be true at once. I'm a walking circuit board, I get overheated and sweat. But I can take care of myself." You mumbled, but you had no doubt that Natasha, and hell maybe even Yelena, heard you.

"Just let me help you, Y/N." Natasha said with such a soft voice that you knew not to fall for it.

"By all means." You gestured at the heavily dwindled crowd in front of you.

Natasha looked like she wanted to say more but she nodded anyway. You placed your webshooters on your wrists and instantly felt loads more refreshed.

It didn't take you long to figure out that if you overheated like a laptop, you could probably be charged like one too. So, you very easily figured out how to get your shooters to charge you with residual electrical energy. Maybe, you could get your suit to do that too eventually.

You swung up higher in the alley, partially to get a better angle, mainly to get away from Natasha.

The rest of the goons were wiped out within minutes with your electric webs, Natasha's various knives and handguns, and Yelena's sniper skills (you still couldn't figure out where she was).

Once the coast was clear you hopped down on the ground, "Thanks." You said absentmindedly. You finally had the time to relocate your thumb.

"Least I could do...I-um-what happened?"

"Got me in my sleep. Drove me here. Never said what they wanted. No need to pretend like you care, Natasha. I said thanks already. If I need to sign any community service documents, just let me know. You know where I live."

Yelena dropped down from her hiding spot. She whistled loudly in an attempt to show she wasn't listening to the conversation.

"Y/N. Wait. You're not a charity case..."

"Maybe not but you do feel obligated to help for some reason or another, don't you?"

Natasha didn't know how to respond to that.

"Exactly. I'll see you again I'm sure." You started to walk off.

Yelena bumped her shoulder into Natasha to get her to speak again, "Wait. At least let me give you a ride home. It's like a 35 mile walk...or swing and I just saw you put your thumb back into its fucking socket. Plus, your shooters weren't on that wierd charging pad in your room so they'll probably give out any minute."

You sighed. You really didn't think you could take a fall out of the air. And your thumb was killing you, "Fine. But I'm riding with Blondie."

Yelena laughed hysterically at the look on Natasha's face, "I like this one. Too bad it doesn't seem like you're going to be able to keep her around." Yelena murmured that last part into Natasha's ear.

Yelena gestured to her Harley with a flourish, "Your chariot awaits, Madam." You only rolled your eyes. Natasha glared at Yelena.

"Why'd insist on coming into my apartment with me, Natasha?"

"To make sure no one was waiting with a bullet with your name engraved into it. And to give you this." Natasha handed you the finished suit.

"Thanks. You can go now. There's no monsters under my bed." You took off your webshooters, placing them on their charging pad. You'd have to whip up some more webs at work sooner rather than later.

"God, can you just listen to me?!" Natasha said exasperatedly.

You turned around witha fury in your eyes Natasha hadn't seen before. If she were crazy, she'd say that there was even a crackle of lightning in the corner of your eyes.

"Listen to what, Natasha?! Listen to you lecture me on how I need to be more careful like I'm a teenager who just got into a fender bender? News flash, Romanoff, I'm not your charge."

Natasha scowled at you from her place across the room, "I know that! And if you would get off your high horse for and just listen to me explain then you would know that too! But no, you just love to hear yourself talk. Shut up and listen for once, Y/N!"

You crossed the room and poked her in the chest repeatedly, "You keep telling me to listen but you're not saying anything. You're just trying to justify your obsession with treating me like I'm an inconvenience. You don't have to come to my rescue. You can just stay away!"

"Stop poking me, Y/N." Natasha said with an almost eerie sense of calm. And any other time you probably would have heeded what was definitely a warning, but right now you were on a roll.

You poked her again, "Stop telling me what to-"

You don't really know how it happened. It happened too fast for even you to keep track of. One minute you were pushing Natasha's buttons like she had been doing to you. The next minute, she's holding the offensive finger, and you're backed against the nearest wall with her lips on yours.

"I said stop poking me."

You could only nod your acknowledgement as her lips were attacking yours again as soon as she said it.

#jessicas fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanov x reader #marvel fanfic #natasha and yelena #natasha romanoff smut #if i die young

[epithmia-moved]

       *  ❛        jjk au tidbits

     the  mikazuki  family  has  only  freshly  re-entered  into  the  sorcerer  world  ,    not  even  for  a  full  two  generations  worth  of  time  —  attributed  to  the  resurgence  of  the  bloodline’s  inherited  technique  ,    of  which  mana  does  not  possess  .

     in  it’s  stead  lies  death  of  the  self  —  an  innate  technique  which  functions  essentially  on  the  premise  of  schrodingers  cat  .    it  wears  away  the  mental  and  emotional  stability  of  most  under  its  influence  over  prolonged  periods  of  time  ,    where  minor  wounds  can  feel  fatal  and  fatal  wounds  can  feel  minor  (  or  everything  can  constantly  lie  as  excruciating  )  and  through  application  of  an  extension  technique,  weaker  minded  and  willed  opponents  tend  to  withstand  only  a  minimal  amount  of  time  .    subsequently  ,    mindless  (  or  exceptionally  low  intelligence  possessing  curses  )  do  not  have  the  required  cognitive  orientation  for  it  to  take  effect  .

     although  it’s  well  hidden  enough  fact  ,    per  usual  ,    it  can  be  found  out  that  mana  takes  jobs  on  the  elimination  of  people  and  curses  alike  without  discrimination  .    additionally  ,    and  conversely  a  more  public  fact  —  at  some  point  around  the  age  of  17  ,    an  event  takes  place  that  leads  to  the  excommunication  of  their  father  ,    and  subsequently  his  disappearance  ,    leaving  the  head  of  the  household  and  all  its  duties  to  mana  themself  .

     yuri  lowell  ,  @/vigilans  ,    since  childhood  has  been  a  member  of  the  mikazuki’s  .    adopted  at  an  exceptionally  young  age  by  mana’s  father  into  the  clan  when  mana  met  and  realized  that  he  too  ,    could  see  and  interact  with  curses  .    a  permanent  fixture  in  their  lives  that  both  of  them  truthfully  ,    do  not  care  for  —  nor  do  they  exorcise  curses  regularly  as  a  result  .

     their  innate  domain  is  rife  with  imagery  of  a  red  moon  set  over  a  transparent  sea  —    the  water  perfectly  reflects  the  sky  to  the  point  it  can  become  hard  to  tell  on  which  you  are  walking  —  merged  conflictingly  in  erratic  growths  of  fields  of  riverside  tall  grass  ,    cattails  ,    and  water  hyacinths  .    the  atmosphere  is  permeated  in  pale  ,    red  moonlight  and  the  stench  of  iron  (  in  which  you  find  that  perhaps  you  have  not  been  walking  in  water  at  all  ,    color  otherwise  indiscernible  )  and  half  submerged  among  the  perceived  ground  and  and  ripples  various  bodies  with  a  distinct  lack  of  features  .    limbs  contorted  ,    faces  that  are  blurred  out  and  come  to  and  fro  with  minimal  clarity  ,    lacking  both  in  recognizable  features  and  expression  .

#verse tbt. #warning for long ass tags btw #something something grade 1 or semi special grade 1 for rank idk yet we're still working on it #im researching so many medical theories and myths and conditions for their innate technique #had a full on discussion w/ my sis and they gave me smth else in basis to use to explain and build it up on #but basically long story short through a lot of fuckin mental hoops and instability and subatomic physic shit: #mana can either eat death or cheat it on mini to moderate levels through ones genuine instinctive and mental perception of injuries #and injury of the body #and thru an extension technique #can apply that to opponents #and thats where schrodinger comes in ' cat inside the box can be both dead and alive' until its opened up BLAH BLAH BLASJKFDGFHKGJ #i fried my own brain just thinking abt this much of it i need some more time to fully pick it all out properly #decided to choose this idea over the other one bc i like this one better bc character motifs / theme [ jazz hands ] #why do i do this to myself #i'll make a full on comprehensive technique hq post with examples and stuff involved at a later date #it sounds op af and yea it /kinda/ is but not really. esp not when its Actually understood #the biggest power point of it is the fact that not many outright fully / understand / it fundamentally so thus do not know how to combat it #then it just becomes a battle of oneself against their own mind + mana maybe. Maybe. depends on the person #my jjk lore understanding is fuckin out there too SO WE [ SHRUG EMOJI ] MY LADS

[vegetacide]

Art’ing:  Part deux.. It has begun… lets see what trip this one takes me on.. 

#Thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanart #Veggie is arting #no idea where this is going to take me #weeeeeee #wherever it goes its gonna be a hell of a trip #made with wacom #wacom intuos #wacomdrawing #digital art #digital blah blah blah and all that jazz #too lazy to fully tag atmo #wheres my coffee #virgil must have drunk it #damn it

[hyggescribbles]

WIPs meme...thing

It's not a meme, it's a...prompt? What even are words. Anyway, @loonysama tagged me in this and I hadn't even been on AO3 in a month and even longer for Tumblr because school and blah and here:

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Sorry I'm really crap at naming works in progress. The name usually comes after finishing and editing, when I'm like "welp, ready to start serializing this on AO3...you need a name still."

Probably won't ever be finished:

60s AU

London 60s AU

In It for the Long Haul

Old West Arranged Marriage AU

Paris Story

Waltz Tango Foxtrot

The Mixtape Prompt sparked a flurry of "inspired by a song" fics:

Believe

You Matter to Me

Time Has Told Me

All the Wine

From the Arranged Marriage prompts:

Ending A War Arranged Marriage Fic (told you I was crap at naming things)

Viking AU

Pretty much done, just need some fine tuning:

Freckled Lemonade

Moonlight Serenade

Really excited about these, but they're only half-finished so don't get too excited yet:

Untitled Western

Untitled

Witch Writing Prompt

Could come out one day, could be stuck in limbo forever:

Japanese Modern AU

Jazz Café Story

Regency AU

Theatre Fic

Untitled Historical Fiction AU

Had been published once before, I took it down because it was hastily written and not my best. Now it's being rewritten:

The World Has Turned and Left Me Here

I never tag people in these things cuz I only know like 3 AO3 writers and they always do these before me. Go read fics and be nice to fic writers.

[cotccotc]

SKZ REACT to...

 ✰ you coming out PART 2 !!

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon ♡ )

genre/s: ot8 reaction headcanon, gn reader, platonic, fluff & humor

wc: ~1.3k

warning/s: descriptions of coming out as non-binary, brief mentions of gender dysphoria, my dumb commentary once again (hehe), these are just my opinions and ideas !!

a/n: i reference the first version of this reaction a few times and i recommend reading it first !! i got some really sweet responses to the original so i hope y’all like this one too :) OH ALSO i should mention that i decided to make it platonic since i found that easier and more natural to write.

✰ CHAN

i feel like even if he already knows a bunch about gender identity, non-binary and genderqueer people, dysphoria, pronouns, etc. he would definitely enjoy you giving him a full rundown on it !! and specifically what your interpretation is and how you identify

BEST LISTENER EVER !!!

do you remember that vlive where felix is talking and chan’s just sitting back and looking at felix with immense amounts of love in his eyes? yeah…

he’d be so. incredibly. proud. of you.

idk why the chan portions of these reactions have both been super sappy but anyways-

he’d be very dedicated to using your preferred pronouns and finding new ways to compliment you !!!

his google search history would most definitely include “genderless adjectives” and “enby dad jokes” and he’d keep a running list on his phone

chan: “what do you say when your non-binary friend is sad?”

you: [dead silence]

chan: “their, their....” [giggles]

KSDFJ

✰ MINHO

my first thought is that he’d be the type to ask for your new pronouns and immediately use them in a sentence.

for instance, say your new pronouns were xe/xem. he’d immediately say, “well, i’m very proud of my y/n, and i love xem very much.”

so then i’d start crying in the background.. blah blah blah omniscient narrator struggles :’)

i can’t see him being anything but casual and accepting !!

if you want to talk about things, he’ll most definitely let you, but if you don’t want to he won’t push.

but regardless, he just wants you to know he supports you in whatever way he can.

would also politely correct people if they misgender you in public !!! he wants you to feel safe !!!!!

i saw him as a wingman in the other reaction but in this context he’d definitely serve as your personal information pamphlet for people who you might not know too well.

random person: “what exactly does that mean?”

you: “it-”

minho: “WELL ACTUALLY-”

✰ CHANGBIN

just like in the first version, he’d get pretty emotional !!

i think he would really sympathize with you even though he can’t fully understand what you had to deal with externally or emotionally.

honestly that would probably make him even MORE emotional.

the fact that he can’t fully relate to those complex feelings would really tug at his heartstrings as he listens to you speak. he really wishes he could understand your struggles more, and maybe even take on the burden for you.

but let’s get less emo, shall we?

ok picture something with me bestie:

first, he casually refers to you using your new pronouns in a group conversation.

next, after the topic changes in the conversation, you look at him while the others continue talking.

this mf WINKS and flashes you the silliest smirk

you let out a little chuckle and you both continue on in the conversation

[end scene]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH anyways-

✰ HYUNJIN

i feel like he might question his own gender identity a little as well sometimes, especially due to what people say online (like calling him “pretty”, the edits some people make, praising him for breaking stereotypes, etc.)

so, he probably understands a bit deeper than some of the other members might.

in that same vein, i think it might make him a little bit emotional to hear your story !!

over the years, i think it’s plain to see that he’s become more comfortable with expressing his more feminine attributes, which has always comforted you as his friend.

he understands the feeling of being uncomfortable with the gender roles one is expected to follow, so he empathizes with you.

in terms of his actual first reaction, i think it would be pretty similar to what i suggested in the other version of this.

(my bias is showing but oH MY GOSH I STILL THINK THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE-)

“woo~” *insert little jazz hands here*

…

[cries] anyways-

you feel really comfortable coming to him with this, and you’re happy when you do !!

✰ JISUNG

maybe it’s because i’ve seen tweets about it, but i feel like this dude knows everything there is to know about modern gender identity topics and neopronouns and stuff

after the initial awkwardness of the conversation (and a big supportive hug ofc) he’d be stoked to talk about it !!

would ask for your pronouns right away !!! he might also do the thing where he uses them in a sentence.

“y/n !!! ze’s so cool !!!!!!!”

i think if he saw someone misgender you (by accident) he wouldn’t correct them for you out of in-the-moment nerves, but he’d be very proud of you if you do it yourself !!

might buy you a snack afterward tbh

but if HE ever misgenders you OHHHHH goodness gracious

HE WOULD FEEL SOOO BAD AH

EVEN IF IT’S LIKE.. THE NEXT DAY

he’d get so very embarrassed and apologetic SDKFJ you’d have to really assure him that it’s not that big of a deal since he’s still adjusting to things, but he’d still feel like he has to make it up to you in some way

would probably buy you snacks again LMAO

✰ FELIX

i think he would be really excited !!

we know felix really loves and is passionate about androgynous/genderless forms of expression, especially in regard to appearance, so he’d probably really enjoy talking about gender and stereotypes with you !!

(if you’re comfy with it, ofc)

honestly, felix would be really encouraging and would help you gain more confidence !!!!!

if you ever feel like trying out a new look, he’d be like “OK BESTIE LET’S GO SHOPPING”

tbh he’d probably try it out with you !! or if you hang out often, he’d probably subconsciously start finding inspiration in your style and adopt it a bit himself

on days where you feel a bit down for whatever reason, especially in regard to dysphoria, his first instinct would be to cheer you up by reminding you how unique and cool you are.

and it’s not just because you’re nonbinary but also because you’re just a super cool person !!!!!!!!!! and i think so too !!!!!!!!!!!! never forget it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so overall, i feel like felix wouldn’t be very hard to come out to once you get over your initial nerves, and the end result would be super fun :D

✰ SEUNGMIN

i think his initial reaction would be pretty similar to chan’s !!

he also seems like the type to be super, super diligent with adjusting to whatever pronouns you feel comfortable using or words you’re okay with him using to refer to you.

(maybe it’s because we know he was a good student and he’s diligent with practicing his english. training his brain to correct itself would be like studying for him lol)

for example, instead of calling you “pretty” or “handsome,” he might even try simply pointing out a part of your appearance that he thinks looks especially great !! something like your eyes, your hair, your outfit, etc.

your hair looks great today, btw. anyways-

aside from that, i think he would just try to be as courteous as possible without making a big deal out of things.

and if he ever slips up with your pronouns, descriptors, etc, he’d be super quick to apologize and correct himself before keeping the conversation going like normal !!

there’s just generally a lot of mutual respect all around :)

✰ JEONGIN

this is somewhat similar to my other version of this reaction, but i think he’d just be really intrigued and a little shocked

IDK WHY I KEEP THINKING HIS ABILITY TO GAUGE THESE THINGS IS SO BAD DKFJ every time i think about someone coming out to him i just can’t help but picture him being like “reaLLY??? since WHEN”

still, something deep within my soul is telling me that jeongin would truly think you’re the coolest person on the planet.

being as he can’t personally relate to this, jeongin would be pretty psyched to hear about your journey to finding out !! kinda the opposite reaction to changbin lol

honestly he’d be a super good listener !!!!

he’d hear you out for however long you explain things to him, and if you ever get a bit emotional, he might smile at you or reach out to hold your hand :’) or both :’’’’’)

then, when you tell him your preferred pronouns he’s like “oH okay !! coOL !!!” lmao

so, he understands the concept and is super happy for you but he just didn’t really expect it !!

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[crazy-hand-official]

Answer 21 Questions! I can’t tag 21 people because I don’t even interact with a lot of people on here lol but thank you so much for tagging me days ago @whats-her-name-virginia-plain!!

this actually only has 20 questions I think but I am really jazzed today so idc

Nickname:

all my friends call me kas actually! my family calls me casey for my full name catherine but they only call me that one at work.

Zodiac:

♎️ sun, ♋️ moon, ♏️ rising. no idea what this explains

Height:

5’10” and tall tall tall I wanna be tall tall tall as big as a wall wall wall as big as a wall wall wall

Last Movie I Watched:

forrest gump and you can shit on me all you want bc yes I will acknowledge it’s a little cheesy but it’s one of my favorite movies and with no exaggeration I turn it on and immediately start crying as soon as I press play and just don’t stop until it ends. i have to take several breaks in order to tolerate it

Last Thing I Googled:

neanderthal fights

Favorite Musician:

courtney love! she’s done a lot of really shitty things and blah blah I have to write a whole thing about the morals of “separating the artist from the art” or something don’t I? I’m literally not going to write all that I love her music all of it and I want her to make more and I love her aesthetic.

Songs Stuck In My Head:

union of the snake — duran duran

Other Blogs:

no other blogs just a facebook, insta, and a twitter. not really active on them though

Blogs Following:

i follow like half postpunk blogs half aesthetic blogs and then a sprinkle of random shit. i need my family guy funny moments so I follow a couple of family guy funny blogs.

Amount of Sleep:

i always get a wonderful amount of sleep honestly

Lucky Number:

24! my grandmother on my fathers side has 26 grandchildren because we are one o them big catholic families and I am grandchild #24 and it’s been my lucky number ever since

What I’m Wearing:

its a beach day :))

Dream Job:

my dream job is my current job! i am a psychiatric nurse and im very happy. what I do doesn’t feel like work at all (even when it gets extremely dangerous and challenging) and its one of my life’s greatest passions so I feel extremely grateful every day I got to do this.

Dream Trip:

it would be fun to go to disneyworld again or even disneyland. i am not by any means one of those “disney adults” but 1. that place is magical no matter what like it’s really extra and fun and 2. i really like the effort that goes into the rides and especially the animatronics.

Favorite Food:

sushi really any type except stuff with lettuce, pickle, or carrot in it

Play Any Instruments:

I can barely play a guitar and like... I actually remember fairly well how to play a trombone.

Languages?:

i know some phrases and shit in german since I took it for 4 years in high school. also I can speak furbish, the language of the furbies. doo-oo-tye?

Favorite Songs:

my latest favorite song is “dedicated to the one I love” by the mamas and the papas. that song is so pretty it hurts. and then of course sweet jane has been my favorite for a while now too.

Random Fact:

i love laughing and clapping and having fun

Describe Yourself In Aesthetics:

post punk shit, pink, sanrio, grimy shit, rats, having a great time.

#me personal adam

[ladylynse]

tagged by @five-rivers - thanks!

Rules: Post the file names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name.

Send me an ask with the title that intrigues you the most and I’ll tell you something about it!

*coughs* Well. Some of these are just floating on my desktop and some are just titles in a giant word doc and some are in an old folder... Yeah. Let's start with the easy ones and go from there. I'm not digging out my flash drive, so this is whatever's on this computer--which I've been using since July. Have I worked on all of these recently? No. Do I still look at them occasionally? Yes, for some of them. Are some certainly dead? Yes. Probably. It's highly unlikely I'll go back to some of these. But I don't have a fic ideas graveyard, so they live as indefinite WIPs. So, herein lie some of the WIPs I've actually started to write down:

Desktop:

Shift and Revision

Down the Rabbit Hole

Protocol DP AU

Unbound - Huntsclan!Jake AU

Forewarning (all)

Passageway

DP Lancer fic

Compromised multichapter

MLxDP crossover

Secret Trio fic

Then, in a collective file of pieces of WIPs:

Phantom's Capture

Dani's Return

Debbie's Pronouncement

DJWiFi fluff

Trollhunters/DP crossover

DP Val bit

ML Post Oblvio bit

RotG/DP

Acceptance - Jazz and Dani

The Curse

Visions con't

Superphantom prompt sapphireswimming (you can tell I still don't have a clue what to call this can't you)

Ghosts

DP - Awakening

ML disaster

You're too late

Scrapped SQ (called scrapped because I went with a different idea--see: Whirlwind--but kept in case I want to go back to this idea)

Plasmius and Jack angst reveal

Then, in an older snippets folder, whereupon my naming really goes downhill:

10-11

A Gift

blah

Bleeding con't

Chance Meeting

Dark is Rising x Harry Potter

DP Dash

DP post PP

DPxADJL 2

DPxHP

DWxBttF

Glitches new

Haunted

Interlapse snippets

Isolated extra bit

MASHHH

mrable

mrible (w Grace)

mrible

N time travel

Susan's story

Tru Calling x DW

A different snippets folder:

Broken con't

confessions sequel spitballing

Ladybug

Ladybug oneshots

Mockingbird

oneshot challenge

DP/ATLA

random dream idea

Sidelines

Then the other snippets file:

Secret trio ignoring age

Narnia/TDiR

Merlin

DPxDetentionaire

Supernatural/the Mentalist

body swap

The Listener and Being Erica

DW/Buffy

M*A*S*H/DW

Firefly - Echoes

Chronicles of Narnia/Merlin

DP/Merlin

Hogan's Heroes

DW/Being Erica

AD:JL (maybe DP crossover???) [sic]

Magic School Bus follow up?

extra Isolated bit

DPxHP 2

#tag game #ladylynse #i've gotten smarter about naming #which is why if it doesn't have a title #most have a fandom #unless the fandom is obvious to me from the name #makes sorting a lot easier

[purplesurveys]

1222

survey by kellyburnsred

If for one day I could be invisible or fly, I'd choose to... Take the day off and fly to Korea and do all the things I wasn’t able to try the last time I was there.

If I had to eat rice with every meal or bread with every meal, I'd pick... LOL I already have rice with all my meals. I wouldn’t feel full without it.

My favorite actor/actress of all-time is... Kate Winslet.

My favorite time of day is... Late in the evening, when I can catch up on my hobbies and interests.

If I could relive one day in my life, it would be... The last normal day before the world shut down because of COVID. I wouldn’t have driven home from school by 4 PM and hung out with my friends instead.

If I could be any celebrity for a day, I would be... I don’t really wish to be any celebrity...but maybe someone RICH rich, like Jennifer Aniston? just so I can experience what it’s like living in a huge ass house lol.

What gets me out of bed in the morning is... Well, my job, if we wanna be technical about it lol. Then again I don’t really have a cheesy or inspiring reason that helps me get up every morning; it’s really just the desire to have perfect attendance at work.

If I could be a day of the week, I'd be... Friday.

My favorite comedy movie is... White Chicks.

A quote that I turn to for inspiration is... “It’s no big deal.”

The greatest invention in human history is... Electricity.

If I could learn any skill, it would be... Cooking.

If I could live on the set of any movie, it would be... Probably Toy Story.

When I'm sick all I want is... To get better, because I easily get restless when I’m unable to move much or forced to stay in bed and have everyone do work for me.

My favorite place to be is... A busy coffee shop. Or a different country.

Something that always makes me smile is... Being able to do something nice for my friends.

My favorite age I've been so far... It’s a tie between 16 and 23.

The person I'd trust with my life is... Angela.

My favorite sport/s to watch... Wrestling (but the match has to be intensely good) or tennis.

How I relax after a hard day�� Surveys! Sometimes, if I have enough time, I’ll also watch an episode or two of Run BTS, Bon Voyage, or In The Soop to feel better and healed again.

If I could pick an age to be for the rest of my life, I'd pick... I’m having a blast being 23 at the moment, so if nothing goes wrong for the rest of the year I would happily be 23 again and again.

My hidden talent is... Parking in one try.

If I had five hours to kill, I would... Go to a coffee shop.

One word that describes me is... Giving.

My role model as a child was... My dad.

If I could visit another planet, I'd choose... Saturn.

My greatest passions in life are... I have yet to find it/them. I still tend to jump from one thing to another. It’s okay, it’s no big deal; I’m not in a rush and I’m taking my time enjoying things :)

Something I love about my sibling/s is... My sister is actually pretty affectionate, even though she would die first before showing it outwardly. I see it when she tags me in stuff

The music genre I listen to the most is... These days, K-Pop and jazz.

My earliest memory is... Waking up in a tent with my sister.

The hobby I most enjoy is... When it comes down to it, writing. I seldom get to get back on it, especially writing for leisure; but when I do it always manages to soothe and heal me.

Between coffee and dessert, it would be harder for me to give up... Coffee for sure. Dessert I can so easily let go of.

The farthest I've ever been from home... South Korea.

The thing or person I miss most from my childhood is... All my relatives who passed away when I was still young.

Mondays make me feel like... Blah. Nauseous. Tense.

The videos that always make me laugh are... Anything BTS can make me laugh tbh.

If I could be feared by all or loved by all, I'd choose to be... Loved.

Between sweets and savories, I'll always pick... Savories.

My biggest inspiration in life is... The idea that it’ll fall into place someday.

My comfort food is... Sushi.

A concert I'd love to attend... BTS.

The sport I'd choose to be a professional athlete in... Table tennis.

The best thing about family is... Being fed, hahah.

Three things I couldn't live without... An internet connection, my phone, friends.

My favorite beverage is... Water.

#survey #surveys

[theonewiththefanfics]

A Midnight Reminder (one-shot)

Synopsys: Ben Hardy has been dating the Reader for little more than a year now, and their relationship has been amazing so far. But when some things are revealed and insecurities flare up, she’ll need to remind him of who owns her heart.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, toiny bit of angst, SMUT

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex and all that good jazz. Wrap it before you tap it, guys.), swearing, jealousy

Word count: 3499

“I have better things to do on my Saturday nights,” Ben said as Roger Taylor and then smugly smiled. “I could give you their names.” On cue, Gwilym as Brian May rolled his eyes and that’s when the director called cut. The two men stood up and stretched their legs, looking at a makeup artist who was doing the finishing touches on Rami’s hair, and Joe who had just decided to tag along, since he wasn’t in the scene. But that was not what took away Ben’s attention. There in the corner talking to Lucy was the most beautiful girl, with Y/E/C eyes that sparkled like diamonds and a smile that always took his breath away. “I hope my name is the only one you’re giving away,” Y/N said, giving him a small smile when Ben finally caught up on the fact, that she was actually there. In a second’s time, he had sprinted across the set and Y/N, anticipating his next move, had already jumped up, their bodies colliding as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms had a death grip on his shoulders. “You’re here, you’re here, you’re here,” Ben kept mumbling in the crook of Y/N’s neck and she just vigorously nodded as a response. Without thinking much, he started to make his way back to his assigned trailer when she muttered in his skin, “Are you not gonna let me say hi to Rami? Or introduce me to the rest of the guys?” “Nope,” Ben popped the ‘p’. “I haven’t seen you in two months, so forgive me if I wanna spend all of my time with my girlfriend. Alone.” At the last word Y/N saw his pupils dilate and a shiver went down her spine, but she had to be the grownup, even though her heart screamed to give into the mind of that horny teenager.

“Come on,” she said pecking his lips. “I wanna meet Queen.” Begrudgingly, Ben set the girl down and interlocking their fingers, he led her around the set to meet the guys. “Okay, that’s Gwil, Joe and you know Rami. Great, now you’ve met them, let’s go,” the excitement in Ben’s voice as he thought of spending time alone with Y/N was palpable, but she just laughed, pulling him back.    “Don’t be rude,” Y/N kissed him quickly. “I’m here for two whole weeks, so we’ll have enough time. Besides, I don’t think I heard them call wrap, so you still have work to finish.” Ben groaned and dramatically let his head flop down on Y/N’s shoulder. “But you’re here,” he whined, wrapping both arms around her waist. “Wow, you really have him wrapped around your finger,” Joe said, but it was not meant in a mean-spirited way. Y/N shrugged. “What can I say- he has me the same way.” Sooner rather than later, the guys were called to re-set, and they ran through the scene a few more times, Rami finally joining in before they wrapped for the day. Ben was the first one to dash to hair and makeup, sprinting to wardrobe just so he didn’t have to waste any second, he could be spending with Y/N. When he found her again, she was talking to Allen Leech and the man was completely in awe. Ben grinned, seeing her get along with his fellow cast mates so well and came up from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Hey, my Ben’s back!” Y/N smiled pecking his lips. “Allen and I were talking about going to your trailer and just chilling. Maybe order a pizza or something.” “Sure, you were. Or is that just your way of saying you want pizza?” “I’m off the fucking diet, so if you wanna talk shit about me enjoying life, I can go straight home.” Ben didn’t say anything just smiled and kissed her cheek, as he, Y/N and Allen all made their way to get together the rest of the gang and hang out.

***

The cast, including Lucy all, sat in the ‘Band’ trailer, just talking and discussing things. Loud laughter erupted through the small space as everyone cackled at what Allen’s reaction to his first meeting Y/N had been. “I’m just a huge fan of her music and movies. Can you blame me?” Y/N just waved a hand in a ‘stop it’ motion and snuggled closer to Ben. The man smiled down at her, and honestly, he couldn’t say that Allen tripping over a bunch of wires and stumbling over every single word that tried to make its way out of his mouth, was that off from his own experience. Y/N was an actual Rockstar and an Academy Award-winning actress. They’d met when he first had heard the rumours about a biopic of Queen being made. Instantly, Ben had gone to the closest studio to his London apartment to meet up with the person that would be his drumming teacher when he’d walked into someone, literally making the person fall on their ass. “Holy, shit! I’m so so sor-“ but he stopped mid-sentence seeing the one the only Y/N Y/L/N brush off the dust from her jeans. “ ‘S fine. Should’ve been watching where I was going anyway.” She looked up only to see two big green eyes and a wide goofy grin. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” The girl chuckled extending a hand. “And you’re Ben Hardy.” He started nervously laughing. “You know who I am.” On the inside he was feeling like a child on Christmas, the giddiness almost making him bounce on his feet. “I do,” she smirked before walking around the man and towards the exit of the studio. “And if what I’ve heard from Rog and Bri is true, I’ll be seeing you around. Top candidate for the role of mister Taylor and all.” Ben stood there, in the middle of the hallway, a dumb grin stretched across his face until his drum teacher clapped down on his shoulder, bringing the man back to reality. “You look happy.” “I just met Y/N Y/L/N.” “Ah,” his teacher smiled, leading them to the practice studio. “Well, then you might want to keep your fangirling on the inside. You’ll be seeing her a lot around here.” And he had. She was there to record another album while Westworld was on break, her playing one of the main characters and all before she went back to LA to start filming. But it was three months down the line they had formed something akin to a friendship. It was the middle of the night, when he’d seen her again, tears streaming down her face as she stormed inside the studio and suddenly, she had screamed. Ben was by the drums, trying to memorize the beats to ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ when the loud yell had scared him. Instantly, he was out of the recording booth and saw a hunched over form sobbing in her hands.    “Are you alright?” he wanted to smack himself the moment those words left his mouth. Of course, she wasn’t alright. No one cries like that when everything is good.    “I- yeah,” Y/N said, wiping a tear away. “What are you doing here anyway? It’s past one o’clock already.” “Practicing,” Ben said, and she just nodded. Slowly he made his way next to the couch and sat down beside her. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N shook her head and rested her cheek against his shoulder. “Just hold me, please.” So, he did. He wrapped both his arms around the girl and hugged her. Together they laid down on the sofa and fell asleep. After that incident, they became closer and closer until the man finally gathered the courage and asked her out for a coffee. The smile she had given him had made his heart stop. Ben was so far back into the memories of how he’d met the girl and had fallen in love with the talented human being, it was when she said words he never expected to hear, that brought him back. “You know, if things had been different, it wouldn’t be me and Ben here together, but me and your lead singer,” she pointed at Rami with her chin, who chuckled at that. That threw Ben for a loop. Of course, he’d heard the rumours of the two stars of Night at the Museum hitting it off behind the scenes as well, but never did he think it was true. Media always liked to speculate. When the two had started filming the first movie, tabloids absolutely loved writing that the actors who played the love interests in the movie had a romance of their own going on off stage. Instant jealousy rippled through his veins as he looked at Rami, who had his own hand on Lucy’s knee, her eyes wide and looking back and forth between the two. “And what happened?” she asked. Ben felt Y/N shrug. “I don’t know. I think we kinda decided to try it out because everyone else was saying how good we looked together, how great the chemistry was and blah blah blah. But as the ‘relationship’,” Y/N put the word in air quotes with her fingers, “progressed, it just didn’t feel natural. It felt like I was dating my best friend, but not in a good way.” Rami nodded along, looking off into the distance. “We tried to see what everyone else saw, but ultimately it was not what either of us wanted or needed. And honestly, I know you feel the same Y/N, so I’m just gonna say it- kissing you off-set was the weirdest fucking thing ever. I think that is why it took us until the third one to actually do anything. Just the thought of you that way made me feel weird.” Her loud laugh echoed through the trailer, but Ben couldn’t stop thinking about the new revelation. She had been together with Rami. Not for long and neither seemed to have enjoyed that kind of a relationship, but still. It was a pretty big thing Y/N had kept from him and the actor didn’t like it. Of course, he realized how unfair he was being towards the two, all of that having happened years ago, but when you’re surrounded by the glitz and glam so much, it’s hard to sometimes distinguish what is real and it makes you question things. “Don’t take this wrong, Rami, but even if we had ended up having something serious, it wouldn’t have lasted long.” “Yeah,” the man nodded and looked down at Lucy with the same fond smile Y/N looked up at Ben. “Why’s that?” the blond asked, uncertainty in his eyes. Y/N seeing this sighed and slid a palm to cup his cheek. “Because I found love in you. And I could not fathom being with someone who doesn't own my heart.” There was an audible ‘aww’ from Gwil and Allen, but Joe scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. The bromance between the two was one of Y/N’s favourite things as Ben always sent her funny snaps and Instagram messages of the two goofing around. "Gross," he muttered and the trailer was overtaken by laughter.

***

Y/N’s head was heavy as she leaned against Ben’s shoulder, as they made their way together to his trailer, after four more hours of talking and giggling with the cast. “You alright?” he asked, the deep voice she adored so much laced with concern. “Mhm,” she hummed, closing her eyes for a second. “Just tired.” He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. “We’re almost there.” She walked the rest of the way with her eyes closed, trusting Ben to guide her and not let her trip over things or hit her head at a low hanging sign. With a soft click. Ben unlocked his trailer and he let Y/N step inside first. She didn’t even wait for the door to be closed when she pulled off her pants and shirt. “Giving me a show, are we?” Ben smirked, eyes raking up and down his girlfriend’s body, but both of them knew, he was just teasing. Y/N was so tired she could fall asleep while standing up. Gently, he scooped her up in his arms and went over to the bed, placing her above the covers, while he quickly got rid of his own clothes. A soft whine of ‘come here’ fluttered through the air, making his heart clench. As he laid down, Y/N pulling the bedding from underneath her and over them, Ben wrapped her in his embrace and sweetly kissed her. “Night, love.” “Love you.” Y/N fell asleep in a second, but Ben seemed to be doomed never to close his eyes. The thought of her being with Rami had overtaken every part of his brain and he hated how bitter it made him feel. She wasn’t in love with his costar, Y/N was in love with Ben, and he knew it without a doubt, so why this new revelation made him so jealous, was beyond the Brit. “Baby, you okay?” her voice was raspy with sleep and Ben sighed, turning to his side to wrap an arm around her midsection. Her worried tone made his chest hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “About what?” “About you and Rami? Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing with him?” Y/N was becoming wider awake with every passing second, so she leaned up on her elbow to better look at Ben’s face. “Because, as I said before, it wasn’t even a thing. And what does it matter? That was more than two years ago, and nothing came of it. He’s like a brother to me.” A devilish smirk appeared on her face. “Is someone jealous?” Y/N whispered leaning up and letting her teeth nip at Ben’s ear. He groaned feeling her hips roll into his as she had hiked her knee over his side. “Can you blame me? You’re this amazing actress/ fucking rock and roll legend at this point. How could I not be when you could have anyone you wished to?” She continued on with the motions, eliciting delightful moans from Ben. “And have you seen yourself in the mirror, darling?” Y/N groaned, feeling him stiffen with every movement their bodies made. “Fuck, if I let myself go off every time, I read a comment on any social media about how much of an Adonis you are and how much everyone wants to be with you, I’d handcuff you to the bed and glue myself on top of you, just to make a statement that you’re mine.” Ben’s mouth quirked up. “You know, that doesn’t sound that bad. Actually, that sounds like fucking heaven.” His hands settled on her soft sides, as they helped her keep a steady rolling rhythm. The fabric that separated the two was beyond offensive in Ben’s opinion, but there was just something about teasing Y/N and in the end himself, that made the climax of everything so much more amazing. “Ben, I need you,” Y/N’s voice was desperate. The man just hummed as his lips lazily moved up and down the column of her throat, and he smiled, feeling her get more and more frustrated. But it was when she pulled his hands away from her waist and pushed them up and over his head, pushing him on his back and grabbing his wrists in a tight grip, an animalistic growl reverberated through the air and his bones. “Now,” her voice was low and dangerous and holy shit did that turn him on. Instantly her nightshirt was off, and her panties followed suit, Ben practically ripping his own boxers away. There was no time for foreplay, as the ache in both of their bodies had become insufferable. As much as Ben wanted to slam up and be hugged by Y/N’s velvety wall, he let her grip his member at the base and slowly ease down. Profanities, that he didn’t even know he knew, passed Ben’s lips and Y/N echoed them by pressing their lips in a tight kiss. It had been so long, too long since they had been together like this, she was almost sure she’d burst just from the feeling of him being sheeted inside. Ben gave Y/N a minute to gather her breath and as she did so, he felt her stretch and adjust, and once again mould to him. Her mouth was by his ear, praising him and whispering confessions of love as her hands moved up and down his biceps. It was in that moment, that Ben wanted to punch the living daylights out of himself for ever doubting Y/N and her feelings, for ever thinking that she was with him simply because it was easy and practical. Because in reality, it was far from it. The distance and work lead to fights and tears, and they had to solve the issues, rather than abandoning them, which is what both had usually done. If they didn’t, the pair knew all of the brilliant moments spent together, the tender lovemaking, and gentle laughs would crumble. And never had Y/N or Ben wished to keep something so much as they did with one another. “Can I move?” Ben’s words were a plea because suddenly not moving was incredibly uncomfortable. The soft moan rippling from Y/N’s throat was all the green light he needed, so clasping both his hands down on the small of her back, he pushed his hips up, until he had bottomed out and then slipped almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in. Her sigh of content was a sound Ben assumed he would only get to hear in heaven. Yet there he was, biting down on the shoulder of the most gorgeous girl he’d ever met as she marked his neck with love bites of her own. “I love you,” he groaned feeling Y/N tighten around him as his shaft finally hit that spot that made her Y/E/C eyes roll to the back of her head. “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you too, Ben,” her reply was breathless, but her gaze was fiery and piercing. “And don’t you ever forget that or doubt it.” Each word was accentuated by a harsher snap of her hips. The sounds of their bodies colliding, and Y/N’s slick having coated both of their thighs, sweat sliding down their frames and onto the sheets was more than obscene. He knew he wouldn’t last long, he could feel the release approaching like a freight train, but at the same time, Ben was not about to cum first. Detaching their lips from the heavy kiss the pair had been engaged in, he licked the pad of his thumb and brought it between them. The second Y/N felt him touch her clit, she saw white. Her vision blurred at the edges and the hold she had had on Ben’s arms became so strong, her nails broke his skin in places. Instantly, she wanted to apologize, guilt settling in her chest, but the movement of his finger became more erratic and without a warning, she was cumming all over him. It was like the orgasm had been pulled from somewhere deep within her soul, for she had never actually felt on the verge of passing out. Y/N screamed Ben’s name into the dark and if he hadn’t had a hold on her body, she would have most likely fallen off the bed, her thighs and stomach spasming so hard. Ben shut his eyes, forehead scrunching up as Y/N squeezed him so painfully hard, she almost pushed his member out of her, but instead, he trust up a few more times and let bliss take over his body. She felt him release, hot thick streams of cum filling her up and painting every inch of her walls. Ben remained like that- still buried to the hilt inside her warm and now leaking center- for what felt like an eternity, but not nearly enough, before Y/N rolled off of him, a whine of discontent making its way into the air that smelled of sex and love.    “Do you think anyone heard us?” Y/N asked, already being pulled back to dreamland by Ben’s steadying heartbeat.    “Well, if they did, then they will definitely know, who made you feel that good.”    And with a snort, Y/N closed her eyes.

***    Lucy’s head was laying on Rami’s sweaty chest, both of their breathing laboured. “Do you think they heard us?” she asked, big eyes drooping closed from the activities they had taken part in. Rami shrugged, pulling Lucy’s body closer and together they fell asleep.

***

Joe’s eyes were wide as he stared at the ceiling. “I hate my life,” he muttered and turned to the side, just in case his neighbours decided to go at it again, placing a pillow over his head. No matter which pair.

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A/N: I’m so tired and stressed and holy shit does everything feel like it’s happening all at once.

I have two fics of Roger (both set in the 80s Retro and 70s Vintage world) lined up to write. On is in the early days of how they met and then another one is revolving around the Golden Globes.

P.S. what did you think? 

P.S.S. my tags are always open.

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[itchyboogers]

hello comrades

my name is grace. i'm gonna be honest right now, not sure exactly what this post is. just because i can't function without order, i'm gonna make a list of reasons why i'm sharing my story:

to spread awareness

because i need an outlet

many of my friends suggested i share this

simply to entertain whoever might take a look at it

just in case, because of my paranoia, i’m saying right now i don’t want any witch hunt. i feel like saying this is really reaching in terms of how many people are gonna read this, but my concern insists. this is gonna be a long article, so i’m putting the little “read more” thingamabob right here. 

trigger warning, for like, everything

about me; prologue?

as you saw above, my name is grace. i’m 19, and this is a very personal experience that i’ve gone through. first, let me introduce everything that’s wrong with me. i have high-functioning autism, and throughout my life my autism has been the root of my downfall. ever since 2nd grade i’ve gotten the short end of the stick. you always hear about prodigy kids whose grades and social lives falter as the years pass, i am 100% one of them. this story isn’t necessarily about me, but i’ve been through some shit, son. 

i have a family that is more supportive than i could ever ask for, i’m not gonna lie and say that my at-home life was miserable - because home was my safe place, and public school was where i fought my battles. i was a very eccentric kid and while my autism has limited me, it has also given me the ability to think outside of the box, blah blah blah so i’m grateful for it as well. 

by the time i got to 6th grade, things went way more south than i thought they could go. i was a bit of an edgelord back then so i was skipping 4th period with my friend in the locker room. we’re dicking around, looking in lockers, climbing the stalls, being stupid kids. somewhere along the line we jump into the topic of sexuality, and she tells me she thinks she might be bi. i said that wouldn’t change anything about us, and that i might not like boys at all. 

she told me about her parents not agreeing with the whole gay thing and she wasn’t even close to thinking of coming out of the closet because her parents would disown her. real fucked up, but it happened back then still quite frequently. i promised her i wouldn’t tell anybody and that i wouldn’t even think about outing her to anyone, and we gave each other a cute little friend hug, it was cute.

about 3 days later on the weekend, we’re texting and a small argument boils between us and another friend in a group chat. it starts to become a bigger argument, because kids are stupid and dramatic, and i definitely was. she ended up kicking me out of the group chat and i cried myself to sleep (i know lmao). i went to school on monday and i immediately get called into the principal’s office, regarding sexual assault claims. she lied and told the school faculty that i tried to touch her inappropriately during that time we skipped class in the locker room. she also got her friends to tell everybody.

long story short i became severely depressed, gained weight, got my head shoved in a toilet filled with piss by some 8th graders friends with that girl’s older sister, and started self-harming to suppress my urge to hurt other people. my meds got switched around (it’s why i gained weight) and i ended up switching schools because a public school had an IEP i think it was called? anyway

blah blah blah countless school stories and misfortunes blah blah blah crohn’s disease blah blah blah ambulance sent to the school all that jazz. it’s gonna hurt too much if i talk about PRLC, but basically there was a low-funded school for kids who wanted a second chance due to disability, drugs, ect. it was out at a wildlife preservation park with all sorts of animals, i met my best friends there, became the person i am today, ect. but staff changes ended up changing the school for the worse and eventually i got dismissed.

very long depression period, i got kicked out from the school i used to call a second home back in 2018 and this cycle hasn’t ended yet, to this day. i’m hoping writing this will give me some closure or something, because writing about my misfortunes online has sent me opportunities in the past. i am not a perfect person, i never have been, and i can still name many things about my psyche and outlook on life that i’d like to someday change.

the main course

this is where i start talking about somebody that i won’t mention by name, but i’ll call him music boy for convenience. in december of last year i got to see my favorite band live for the second time, the first being april of 2018. i love this band with all my heart, and i’m not going to mention them by name. but after the concert i was going through some heavy post-concert sadness, and i wanted to share my love and appreciation so i find a semi-active discord server dedicated to said band, and i join. i make some friends and acquaintances over a span of 2-3 months.

marijuana got legalized in my state this year, something i had been anticipating for a long time, ergo from january 2020 to the beginning of april 2020, i was in a constant state of stoned off my ass. nobody saw sober grace until the late days of april. i was not in any way able to make proper decisions regarding, say, a relationship. and it was really obvious that i was high, nobody would have thought otherwise.

after i get home from a birthday vacation to arizona on february 2nd, i start going in the voice chats for the server. i would say in the general chat something along the lines of “sick, i’m super baked i’m gonna go bother the voice chat” and i end up in a group chat consisting of most of the server members that are “of age” (so not too many). at this point i’m barely aware i’m making friends, but one person in the group i really happened to resonate with. her name is Christina, and she’s to this day my number 1 mom friend and goblin sibling. <3

i meet a handful of more people in the group chat (we called it the “after hours”) and we have a lot of fun doing different activities over discord. for example we all decided to sign up for club penguin online (which is now proven to be run by a predator, i believe) and we all battled each other in card-jitsu. or i would share my screen as i went on Omegle and did goofy high shit on there and met people under the “memes” or “weed�� tags. 

in this after hours group chat, one of the active members was music boy. he was the owner of the server dedicated to the band i love. why music boy? because he wants desperately to become a famous musician. there’s something about music boy that’s... ‘different’. i don’t know if anyone knows what i mean when i say, his energy was awry. the best way to describe music boy is kind of mean, but it’s the only way i’m able to express how this guy is as a person. i can best describe him by saying he expects his life to play out as a WattPad fanfiction, him being the main character. 

just so you get the main point, this one time i was on Omegle dicking around ha ha funny random people, but music boy was silent. he then typed in the chat that he was gonna go on Omegle himself and do something painfully unfunny, he said he was gonna get his guitar and use that as a prop to “vibe check” people on the website. it wasn’t funny but everybody (me included) was sort of brainwashed into thinking he could do no wrong. don’t know how he got me to laugh at that, especially with his delivery of the joke. 

yet, he didn’t want to “vibe check” people, i know that now - he just couldn’t stand when he wasn’t the center of attention. so he left and told a mod, who was also in the group chat, to join the server voice chat with him. and he announced that he was streaming himself vibe checking people on Omegle. the iffy part about that is that the entire reason he made the after hours chat was to keep NSFW stuff off the server, and it was basically prompted by me streaming myself messing around on Omegle and seeing a lot of (pretty expected) male genitalia. i’m not gonna explain that any further because anybody with a brain can understand why that was a confusing move on his part.

eventually february 14th came by, and i, being as high as i was, decided to send music boy a bunch of goofy valentine’s day cards, like the ones that were popular in 2013. i kept sending them because at the time i thought it was so funny, and i’m a natural flirt when i’m stoned. keep in mind everybody knew they hadn’t seen me sober yet, the joke in the server was basically 'when is grace not high?’ so it was evident that my decision-making process was impaired.

for some reason music boy wanted us to all play DnD, even though half of us didn’t know or give a rat’s ass how to play. i would make stupid jokes, and everybody would laugh, but music boy would exaggerate, he would go ‘oh thats how it is? is that how this is going to be’ or some unfunny shit like that because he thought every single joke or reference that anyone made had something to do with him, because, you know, he is the main character, after all. he eventually made a really embarrassing big deal about him ‘accepting my valentine proposal’ and then he went to bed i guess.

the next day or two is a blur to me, all i remember and know is that Christina knew that he was taking advantage of me always being super high, but she didn’t want to assume anything. like she had always seen me make a joke and then would see music boy turn that joke sexual, even when it was nearly impossible to make a suggestive joke out of what i originally joked about, which to be honest was probably my flawless Sméagol impression. but he would repeat the Gollum voice and say something unfunny that we all laughed at.

basically, if you haven’t caught on, music boy is a major egotistical narcissist that cannot stand having somebody that isn’t him being paid attention to. he told me his “dream” (that's TOTALLY gonna come true, by the way) was to go to a concert of the band the server was dedicated to, but he would show up in a custom made shirt that said “[lead singer of band] IS A THOT” and then the band’s guitarist would point it out and laugh because it’s SO funny and then get the lead singer’s attention, who would pull music boy on stage and challenge him to pehen he would start serenading the crowd and all the girls’ panties would instantly get soaked, all the tabloids would hear about it, and the band would jizz their pants, and he would become an overnight sensation.

here’s where stuff gets dodgy. i’m not claiming this is abuse, because i don’t have experience with abusive relationships, and i’m not in any place to assume that i understand what it’s like to be in one, but my friends have told me that he mentally abused me and took advantage of the state i was in. somewhere along the line he would, in the group call, tell his sob story about how all his friends ghosted him and tried to cancel him because of some sort of misconduct accusation in a previous server, and how i was his savior for putting my trust in him and believing his side of the story and he said some things about becoming a happier person because he met me, and it was all very unnecessarily dramatic and extremely manipulative disregarding if he noticed he was doing it or not.

I.E.

“and... then I met this girl... this really weird girl! then i saw her face, and i thought i loved her, but i found out she only liked girls and i lost all hope but then out of nowhere she sends me valentines cards! and now shes my valentine”

or some really really stupid gay shit like that, it’s the best i can imitate him without gagging or getting sick. then eventually (eventually being equal to ‘within the first week of meeting me’) he hEsiTaNtLy asks me to, like, idk be his e-girlfriend. he knew i was baked to oblivion and wasn’t in a proper state to make up my mind on anything serious but then again am i the main character? 

no. 

music boy is the main character.

if i’m being gut-wrenchingly honest here, i only genuinely liked the idea of being in an e-relationship with music boy for a day or a day and a half. the entire time i was just stoned out of my mind and not thinking as i normally do, i was nonchalant until april fools day when all hell broke loose in the server. on a live stream, the lead singer of the band made a suggestion that he was in the server that music boy made. and dear God, you would have thought it was the second coming of Christ by the way music boy reacted to it. 

he was being unbelievably hyper, even for someone with ADHD. he was hauling his uncanny-valley looking forcibly ripped body around his room like a genetically mutated spider monkey, banging his head against his bed, stopping mid-sentence to play a quirky chord on his handy dandy acoustic guitar while he looked in the webcam and made a quirky blank face. it was like watching a six y/o meet Iron Man, even though there was nothing really to be too elated about. 

he made an emoji for it and everything, he even posted on the “Official [band name] Discord Server”’s instagram account, but it was just a video of him, and the thumbnail was his goofy ass face, the whole video was just music boy saying unfunny shit trying to lowkey promote the server while flexing at the same time, something like [lead singer] we know you’re here!! you are welcome here my lord idk lmfaooo

but at this point i was becoming too sober to stand by silently and watch this moron suck his own toes, i wasn’t gonna act like his music was good and i wasn’t gonna act like he was gonna become a superstar without question. the breaking point was mostly when he almost came his pants and cried when the lead singer allegedly joined his server, but i came close to breaking when i started casually humming in the group call and hes like 

Hold Up 👁️👄👁️ wait you’re so good... why are you so good? you’re like really good and i mean it!! you’re like, almost as good as me! but you know i have YEARS of practice you know haha but you’re like super good!

and then I decided to humor myself by showing him a cover i recorded and the first thing he said after listening to it halfway was “this scares me”, so that was a pretty big warning sign.

blah blah blah i cried for an hour after that then called him again just to break up with him because of my own mental health and he did handle this very well, not bashing him for that. i basically told him no we aren’t taking a break this shindig will no longer continue, like at all, ever and hes like okay cool yknow it hurts but ill get over it, and i really didnt expect that. because, he basically implied that if i left him he would k*ll himself.

i tried to keep the friendship going because i dont like abandoning people, but he slowly started getting distant from me, and the entire server kind of distanced themselves from me too, but at the time i only noticed music boy getting apprehensive with me. keep in mind (i keep saying that, don’t i?) i thought everybody in the server was cool with me making offensive-ish jokes because they had no problem with it during the time i was “with” music boy. then one day i get called out for talking about - i’m not joking - weed. i started ranting about how weed is my medicine and it was kinda silly to get so pissy over the devil’s lettuce but i dont think i made too big of a deal out of what i could have made.

couple days later im talking in the server again. i’m a very blunt person, my humor is very dry and it can tend to go over some people’s heads if they don’t have enough brain cells. i made a joke that i’d already made in the server before about me being r-word because autism and haha funny joke. 

i get kicked out of the server.

at the time i was confused because i had no idea that i even said anything wrong. i messaged music boy a bit passive-aggressively because despite my confusion i still had a vague idea of what was happening. i said something like "was i too edgy" and like 3 minutes later he responds "you were making a lot of dudes uncomfortable”

mcscuse me bietch?

NOBODYYYYY in the general chat had told me that i was making them feel uncomfy whatsoever, and i dont think anything could have implied that anyone was in any way uncomfortable, and with these social situations i’ve explained to everyone in the after hours chat that sometimes i don’t get social cues. i’m autistic!!! it’s a very rare occurrence when i’m able to ‘read the room’. i thought they knew that but they decided to have a private staff meeting and they all agreed it was best to BAN ME from the server. 

the thing is if i had been messaged, if i was let known that people were bitching about me calling myself r******d then i would have definitely complied. i can understand people feeling a bit weird when i make fun of myself using no-no words, and i’m definitely willing to stop saying a certain thing if it genuinely makes somebody feel uneasy. but nobody said anything about it to me. not a single word.

considering the server has gone to a snowflake kingdom since my exit, i’m not too upset about being kicked out. what i am upset about regards him knowing i wasn’t in a proper state to make any decisions. decisions including NSFW decisions that he hinted at for about 5 minutes before i stopped saying ‘ehhh i don’t know if i’m comfortable with this’ and he didn’t have to beg for coochie anymore. i’m honestly lucky because i can’t remember most of what he coaxed me to do, because if i think about it too much it gets traumatic and i start feeling nauseous.

Christina has been in the server just to tell me what new bullshit has been going on in the rules, and the ever-expanding list of things that you aren’t allowed to talk about in the server, we have a good chuckle at it. i got high again about a week ago, and told my friends the audacity of what music boy actually had done to me and we all agreed to go under a vpn and raid the server, because why not, its funny haha goofy joke. we were having the best time and i was about to piss myself laughing when one of my friends name-drops me and the whoooole gig is over. we get kicked out and Christina pretends to act like she had no clue what was going on, so she could stay in and screenshot this:

she didn’t know how badly that term in itself would send me down a long overdue psychotic episode because about a year or two ago, i was getting concerned that i might have anti-social personality disorder, the ‘proper’ term for a diagnosed psychopath. it ended up nonconclusive, so i don’t necessarily believe i have it, but for some reason him calling me that word really fucked me up. but here’s a pretty funny and cringy sequence of things he typed in to get his cult of teenagers to feel bad for him.

don’t go looking for this person, don’t go looking for the band, i’m just sharing my story because maybe somebody could benefit from my experience being told. i’m trying to jump over this long ass hurdle that’s kept me in one place for wayyy too long, i’m hoping that sharing this endeavor could help my psyche, and perhaps push me forward and lead me towards gathering up the courage i’m missing to finally study for and take the GED test, graduate, and put public school and it’s challenges behind me.

if you read this long and want to talk to me about it, by all means, ask questions, make jokes, ask for more goofy ass screenshots of how i’ve made fun of him, more drama queen music boy tales, because we have a handful, trust me. 

i don’t expect anyone to read this or necessarily care about this, but if you’ve come this far, from the bottom of my heart, do not date a musician. and, of course, thank you for reading. but still, don’t date a musician. especially if it’s a man. mega especially x2 if you’ve only known them for less than a week.

add me on roblox i’m user xulue i’m a funny gal and im a pro gamer

stay safe out there, be kind, and for the love of God don’t bring your guitar to the voice channel <3

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