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kamaluhkhan · 1 year

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i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

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ghostlykeyes · 11 months

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Hi! Ur one of my favorite csm fanfic writers, and I hope you have a good day today. Since your request is still open, Im going to take advantage of it haha.... Can you write a headcanon for Quanxi, Power, and Makima where their s/o is a med student and they are struggling to adjust to a VERY busy schedule with almost no time for socializing outside of school and internships? There are also times where they sleep at 1:00 a.m. and wake up at 5:00 a.m., which is probably because I procrastinate A LOT and Im still wondering how I am still alive today.

Hi!! Thank you 🖤 I hope your studies are going well! (and dear LORD babe please get more sleep if you're reading this go to bed RIGHT NOW)

(Fem pronouns for Quanxi, GN for Power/Makima)

Quanxi

Quanxi isn't particularly social herself, so she struggles to understand why you miss parties with your friends or getting dinner with your family. After all, you're working hard towards a career you're passionate about, and the two of you have a good thing going. What more could a sweet, driven girl like yourself want? Still, she doesn't like seeing you stressed, so she makes it a point to get you out of the house on weekends. "You can do this later," she tells you, shutting your textbook despite your protests. "All your friends are already at the restaurant, and we'll only stay for a little while." She ensures you slip a little time for yourself in your packed schedule, even if going out to bowling alleys or movie theaters with your friend group isn't her favorite. At least she gets to hold your hand the whole time.

She's a master at taking care of her girl—Quanxi always makes sure that you're comfortable, even three hours deep into test-prep. She knows your favorite source of caffeine and keeps it on-hand 24/7. Whenever she notices your eyes start drooping, she wordlessly places a tall glass at your elbow, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head. If it's cold, she grabs a blanket and your favorite socks. If it's been a few hours since lunch and you're blatantly ignoring your rumbling tummy, Quanxi pops out to grab your favorite take-out. You never have to ask; she just knows what you need, and provides it without delay.

Though Quanxi worries about your sleeping habits and demanding schedule, she knows you're an adult and can manage yourself. She doesn't nag or chide you if you're putting your studies first, and forgetting to shower every now-and-then. She does what she can to help, and she always, always tells you she's proud of you. Whenever you're ready to scream at the paper you're writing or about to cry into a pile of flashcards, she gently rubs your shoulders. "Hey," she says, "You're working hard. I'm so proud of you." Maybe to anyone else it wouldn't seem like much, but Quanxi is so sincere and tender as she works the knots out of your tired shoulders. Her quiet words are almost always enough to give you a second wind.

Despite her policy to let you do your own thing, Quanxi does get after you if she notices you procrastinating. She knows you need a break sometimes, but she also knows if you put off your work too long you'll be ten times as stressed when you're staring down a looming deadline. "Hey, cutie," she pinches your cheek, gentle but insistent enough to make you scrunch your nose up. "You better hit the books." If you protest, she raises an eyebrow at you. "You know I'm right. Just work on it for a little bit, and then we can cuddle and watch your favorite show or something." As you pass her by, grumbling about your workload, she smacks your ass for good measure. It's usually enough to make you smile back at her, and stop complaining.

Quanxi buys you a set of scrubs in your favorite color. "So my girl won't forget about me, even when she's busy," Quanxi teases, and you roll your eyes. You reassure her with a kiss that of course you'd never forget about her, and she ruffles your hair fondly. It's your favorite set of scrubs, and you wear them almost twice a week.

Power

Power absolutely. hates. your jam-packed schedule. In her opinion, you should be devoting all that time to her! After all, you two could be having so much fun! Why dedicate hours to your internships and classes when the two of you could be out getting soft serve, going to fairs and winning goldfish, or eating exclusively the meat at monjayaki restaurants? She despises the fact that she has to share you with your studies. With a little help from Denji, though, she leaves you alone to do your work. If you ask her to scope out date locations, she's eager to hit the city and plan a perfect date for you two. Just bribe Denji with a handful of Family Burger coupons and he's willing to chauffer her. You get a nice, long day of peace and quiet to cram your studies into and, as a bonus, you get to look forward to whatever date spot Power's deemed a necessity to visit, whenever you've got the ever-rare free afternoon. The cramming might seem counter-intuitive, but it actually helps you get things done faster. It's harder to procrastinate when Power's asking for constant updates on your progress, eager for you to be done so she can have you all to herself.

Whenever you're settled on the couch for a study session, Power comes to cuddle up with you. She'll splay out across your lap or nuzzle her chin into the space between your neck and shoulder. She summons every single ounce of self-control she has to stay quiet and still, so you can keep studying. At first it's pretty difficult for her to resist the urge to poke your face or put Meowy on your head, but as she gets used to the quiet, she finds she starts to enjoy these gentle, low-key moments with you. Sure, she prefers being hyper and loud, but silently nestling into your side and soaking up your warmth is pretty nice, too.

Thrilled to have knowledge about something you're studying, Power is always eager to tell you about blood. How it feels when she's directing its energy, the way it almost hums beneath her fingertips as she molds it to her will. It's not something you'll find in any textbook, and your professors probably won't quiz you on how blood "feels"—but it's still fascinating stuff. Whenever you're diving into the specifics of how blood flows through the heart or mapping out arteries and veins, you tell Power about your studies. You listen eagerly as for every fact you give her, she tells you something about blood that you'd never find in any textbook.

Power absolutely insists that you get enough sleep. Pulling an all-nighter is simply not an option. "My human," she commands, closing her hands around your shoulders, " 'Tis time for us to go to bed." If you protest, telling her you'll come in a few hours, she pouts and shakes her head firmly. "Not an option! You must rest, and I must have someone to cuddle with." She'll physically pull you into bed if she has to. If you have to get up early to finish something, she'll begrudgingly allow it, but going to sleep together is non-negotiable.

All of your notes and flashcards are littered with Power's doodles. It's her way of cheering you up when you're three hours deep into studying the brain. Little scribbles of stars and hearts and hammers (don't ask), or sketches of Meowy doing impossible things like fighting a supervillain or rolling up some sushi. She's not the best illustrator but her pictures definitely have heart, and they do the job of cheering you up splendidly.

Makima

Makima's no stranger to a busy schedule, so she completely understands your struggles. For her, maintaining a planner is a must and she'll gladly help you start one. She gets you a plain faux-leather journal, your name embossed on the cover in gold. Inside is a neat chart laying out the week in precise detail. There's a spot for to-do lists, due dates, progress trackers for big assignments. She's also included reminders to eat, stretch, and drink plenty of water in the margins. She really thought of everything, and if you end up using the planner to its fullest extent, it pretty much kills your procrastination problem. (It's much easier to get things done when it's broken down into efficient, day-by-day steps for you.) Pay attention, and you'll find new comments from your lover packed inside the margins. Simple things, like "Be sure to eat something nutritious today" or "Remember, you have to be at your internship an hour early on Tuesday.", penciled in her neat handwriting. It's not an "I love you"—she struggles with those—but for Makima, the simple care is close enough.

Outwardly, Makima is sympathetic when you lament that you've got no time for friends and family. She nods her head and frowns when you tell her it's been three weeks since you've gotten to go out on the weekend, and assures you that you'll be able to hit an izakaya or bowling alley with your friends soon. Inside, though, Makima likes that your busy schedule keeps you from interacting with people too much. This way, she gets to have you all to herself. Makima loves that you have precious little free time, and that you spend most of it on her. The less other people get to claim your attention, the better.

Instead of eating on her lunch break, Makima dedicates that hour to you. She comes by your place to share a quick lunch, or drives you to your internships. Even if it's only a twenty-minute car ride and a quick kiss before you hurry into your internship building, decked out in scrubs and eager to learn, Makima cherishes this rare time with you.

Sunday afternoons are scheduled date times. No matter what might be going on at work, Makima pushes it aside to spend the day with you, and she expects you to do the same. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just getting coffee together or walking the dogs down a new path is enough. What matters is that the two of you, despite your demanding workloads, have time that's just for each other. She's not happy if you try to blow off your scheduled date to study. It's her favorite part of any week, so expect her to act cold for a few days if it's taken away from her.

Makima respects your work ethic, and she's incredibly proud of you. She makes it a rule not to bring her personal life into work—that would just make you a target—but she's hidden a photo of you, beaming at the camera in your scrubs, in her office. Whenever she's stressed, she pulls out that photograph and reminds herself how impressed she is with your hard work and diligence. It's enough to help her refocus and get her own work done.

Makima knows you're busy, so she likes to take care of your needs. Often, there's a healthy lunch she's put together for you in the fridge, a full bottle of filtered water in your bag, and a fresh notebook on hand in case you run out of paper. She prides herself on anticipating your needs. It sends a surge of satisfaction through her when you start to ask a question: "Darling, have you seen my—" only to cut yourself off as she holds up whatever you're looking for. She hands it off to you with a barely-there smug look and quick kiss to your nose. Now, if only she would look after her own daily needs with such dedication...

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just-a-jock · 2 years

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Boxered Into a Promotion

(Hi Bros, Im sorry about the delay. The 1k special is still in the works but here’s a great story I’ve been working on with my friend @rozza22365. Honestly couldn’t have finished it without him. If you haven’t checked out his stories make sure you do, as they are one of the hottest tf stories on tumblr)

Tim had just started his new internship as a business analyst at Box Menswear. He wasn’t the happiest to be interning at a gym wear company but it was the only internship offer he got this summer, and he knew he needed some experience before finishing school and entering the workforce.

The first few weeks at the internship consisted of getting to know everyone and all the departments. Tim felt out of place. While everyone was smart they did consist of this frat bro type of guys and the only girls were the ones that worked in the marketing department. One day while Tim was working in his cubicle, Jessica the marketing head came up to him.

“Hi, Tim! It’s Jessica from Marketing.” Jessica said in an upbeat fashion typical of the marketing girls

“Oh hi Jessica, what brings you to this side of the office”

“Well! We just got news from the exec team that we will be opening a new store in Miami and we decided to invite one of our interns to the grand opening. We drew names and boom you were the lucky one!”

“Oh um… thank you Jessica, but I don’t know, I really don’t have the money”

“Oh don’t worry about that Tim! The trip is all paid for by the company. We see a lot of potential in you and would love for you to come. Of course, you would be accompanied by me as your guide and you’ll see how we launch our store. We fly out of JFK on Friday at 8 am. See you then!"

Tim wasn’t able to get a word out before Jessica walked away back to the marketing floor. Tim realized that he didn’t want to make a bad impression with the company so he decided he would suck it up and go on the trip.

Friday came around and Tim got to the airport. The company ordered him a complimentary taxi to the airport. As he got out and saw Jessica standing in the private wing of the airport talking on the phone. As she spots Tim she quickly hangs up and waves at him to come over.

“Wow, Jessica I’ve never been to this part of JFK,”

“Haha! Most people haven’t, this is where company jets tend to fly out so we don’t have to worry about other people,”

After waiting a bit for the plane to fuel up and load Tim and Jessica's luggage, they head out to the boarding area. The inside of the plane was small but lavish, having white leather chairs and black tables.

Tim’s eyes widen at the luxury of the interior. Jessica noticed and just smiled as they got settled in for the journey.

As they finally got in the air the stewardess walked up to the two and asked if they wanted a drink. As she brought back the two drinks she first gave the drink to Jessica then reached back to her cart and was about to hand Tim his drink.

“So Tim, just before you settle down, I need you to do something,” asked Jessica.

“Yeah,” Tim replied. Jessica pulled out a small box with some neatly folded black briefs.

“Not only are we opening a new store but we will be announcing some new male underwear, and journalists can get quite chatty, even with something as minor as this. I need you to try them on, tell me everything you think about it, preferably the good aspects,” she said.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tim replied again, hastily grabbing the box. The only place with any privacy was the toilet.

Tim made his way to the back of the jet and entered the toilet. The interior was similar to the rest of the plane but with wooden accents. As he walked inside he didn’t notice the bathroom automatically locked behind him. He began undressing, starting with his shoes, then trousers and finally his underwear. He pulled the black briefs up his legs taking in anything unique to them. He stretched them out to see how easy to wear and resilient they were, before letting go and letting them slap against his waist. As far as he could tell they were pretty standard briefs, but he needed to come up with something, so stood there pondering on anything he could think up.

“SUBJECT HAS ENTERED…. PROCEEDING TO SCAN BODY” Tim was freaked out by the voice as a red light started to scan the room beginning from top to light. “SUBJECT FOUND IN COMPANY DATABASE…. Tim Crawford…. Age 23… student intern in business analytics department… ” Tim was starting to panic now as a robotic arm came down from the ceiling,

“SUBJECT TIM IS IN POSSESSION OF DNA BRIEFS… scanning briefs for DNA package… package found…analyzing…” The voice continued, ignoring Tims's pleas as it scanned a secret barcode on the briefs. Tim was about to cry and ask about what was happening, but the robotic voice cared little for his suffering. “DNA PACKAGE DANIEL THOMPSON… activate package and begin conversion…”

As Tim continues to hear the robotic voice speak he tries to open the door but to no avail. “THE DOOR HAS BEEN LOCKED FOR YOUR SAFETY…. PLEASE BACK AWAY” ordered the voice. But he continued anyway, even screaming for help for someone to get him. Of course, Jessica was hearing every part but she wasn't going to help.

The voice continued to repeat to Tim to step away from the door… until it stopped, but only for a second. “ SUBJECT IS UNRESPONSIVE TO COMMANDS…. RESTRAINTS INITIATED”. Out of nowhere tentacle-like robotic arms came out from the walls and wrapped themselves around Tim, hoisting him up in the air. “Ahhhh stop this!!! HELP!” Tim continues screaming but with no response from the outside.

“OUTER GARMENT REMOVAL INITIATED” additional arms with claw attachments of the end come out of the walls ripping off Tim's suit and leaving him almost naked in the middle of the restroom, only the black briefs remained and they felt tight. Tim's typical nerdy build was exposed. Skinny and pale with some acne throughout his body. His cock was just below average and wasn’t really proud of it.

“STAGE 1: SKIN PIGMENT…..currently 0%…. Updating to 60%…” as the voice finishes Tim notices Panels on the wall start to turn around revealing long fluorescent light bulbs similar to those in tanning beds. As they all turn on he feels a sharp burning pain on his skin, causing him to scream. In the background of his screaming, he hears the faint robotic voice counting up from 0%…. 1%…. 5%…..13%. This continues for a few more minutes as Tim continues to scream in pain until the voice reaches 60%. The lights then shut down and turn back into the wall. In the corner of Tim’s eye, Tim notices the paleness from his skin had been burnt out, leaving a rosier and healthier colour in its place.

STAGE 2: BODY ODOR AND HAIR… THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS MINIMAL BODY HAIR AND ODOR… CHANGE COMMENCING” As the robotic voice finished, two new arms appeared but this time with what seemed like two aerosol canisters attached to the end. Before Tim could even react, the cans unleashed perfume all over his body. Tim coughing through the spray made out a few words “wait this smells familiar…” and then it clicked this was the same scent box menswear produced for their body spray “Alpha” it smelled like a mixture of a locker room musk and a cheap men’s fragrance. He always hated how the models would be wearing it during the product photo shoots. As the arms continued to spray his body, Tim didn’t notice that the genetic structures of his sweat glands were being forcibly changed as the chemicals from the gas started to penetrate and merge. No matter how much he showered or cleaned, the perfume fragrance would be a permanent aura around him. As the procedure came to an end, Tim could still smell the scent of Alpha lingering on his skin.

Out of nowhere, two more arms appeared with a stick of deodorant that looked the same. It moved quickly and applied the body odour to his armpits. As the slimy texture from the deodorant finished seeping into his skin and a tickling feeling arose in his pits as dark black hairs started to protrude out, blotting out any blonde hairs he had. As he looked down still restrained from the tentacles he noticed the large bushes on either side of his underarms, additionally, he got a whiff of the alpha scent coming from them even stronger than before. Deep down he knew even with his arms down the hairs would stick out of his sides.

STAGE 3: MUSCLES MASS…. THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS 10% MUSCLE MASS….. INCREASING DENSITY BY 98%......

“Please help! Stop this…” Tim pleaded. As he finished screaming for help, more arms and tubes came out of the wall. The first one latched onto Tims's mouth, before extending a tube down his mouth and into his stomach. Tim could barely make a noise as the muscles in and around his mouth had been subdued. The other arms contained syringes full of some liquid. They positioned themselves around Tim’s body, at strategic points before launching simultaneously and injecting him. Tim would scream if he could but all he could do was gurgle endlessly. Two more arms came out but this time two suction cups were attached at the end of them. Tim looked at them and thought about what they could possibly be doing until they launched towards his pecs. The two suction cups locked onto Tim's nipples as they settled onto them, stinging them slightly. Tim heard a noise from one of the walls as a whitish-brown liquid started to come down the feeding tube. Tim continued to try to scream and squirmish to take out the tube. Some disgusting liquidated food poured down the tube endlessly. Tim squirmed as he saw it pass sight and go straight down into his stomach where it finished. Then the syringes effortlessly squeezed the liquids in them into his body forcing it to absorb the chemicals. Finally, the two suction cups vibrated as they sucked away at his nipples, causing Tim to moan pleasurably.

As the chemicals settled in his body, the food continuously fed into him and the cup vibrated, Tim's body began to grow unnaturally. Firstly came his biceps which inflate into footballs, followed by his legs growing so much that they were able to crush a watermelon between them with ease. Of course, with his legs growing his feet expanded from a small size 7 to a hefty size 13. Tim continued to try and yell, but the tube continued to chug, feeding his expanding body. The muscles continued to move throughout his body as 8 slabs popped out of his abdomen, a perfected set of washboard abs. Tim moaned as the vibrating cups became more intense, almost as they pulled out his pecs outwards building two huge shelves that will certainly stretch out any shirt he wears from now on. His nipples became so hard and pointy, that no shirt would conceal them.

“MUSCLE GROWTH FINALIZED……” The machine said as all the tubes and needles reverted back into the wall leaving Tim there hanging from the original four arms.

“Pl…please… I don't know how much I can take…. Stop” Tim said pleading

“PHYSICAL CHANGES AT 85%... Proceed with IMPLANTATION OF DANIELS MENTAL STATE… 3…2…1…”

The mirror in front of Tim then changed to a screen. A spiral popped up and Tim’s eyes were forced to stare into the abyss as the spirals got deeper and deeper. Tim’s mind was becoming dull, his thinking slowed down and he could barely piece together simple thoughts. All he knew was the spiral in front of him. As it went on he swore he could see images and small scenes flying out of the screen, but this was just part of the illusion. Foreign thoughts now began invading his mind. His new body was just his body, it needed to be maintained through dieting and working out. He worked at Box menswear but not as an intern, he was a spokesperson. His name wasn’t Tim anymore, It was Daniel Thompson but everyone called him Danny.

“IMPLANTING DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE… at 10%... 50%... BEGIN FACIAL GROOMING PROCEDURES” the voice screeched again. Tim was absorbed into the spirals, his mind emptying itself of its memories as Danny’s memories were planted in their place, slowly taking over.

Arms yet again appeared from the walls, this time they were there to fix up Tim’s ungroomed hair. One of the arms had another unnamed canister full of perfume. This canister sprayed a musky perfume across his face, Tim was still unphased by this or the itching that followed as a great chinstrap snapped its way across his face making him look more manly, while his blonde eyebrows grew thicker in size and turned dark brown. Another arm possessed a trimmer and while another complimented it with a pair of scissors. These two got to work shortening his hair down, fading the sides into the top while cutting the top down into a short wavy style. It was then finished off with a spray and the blonde hair turned dark brown as well.

GROOMING 100% COMPLETE… IMPLANTATION OF DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE AT… 85%

Daniel knew these thoughts were wrong and held on, trying to fight them. But his mind was so dull and inactive, that he couldn’t do much but let them in unfiltered. Surprisingly though, the thoughts weren’t taking hold at first. They were melting into his defenceless brain, but Tim felt unphased by any of them.

“DANIELS MENTAL CAPABILITIES AND STATE 100% IMPLANTED… MOVING ON…” Daniel sighed relief as the spirals vanished in front of him and his mind came too. He began wondering and panicking about what to do and how to get out of here.

“SUBJECT SHOWS INADEQUATE REPRODUCTIVE SIZE……. PROCEEDING TO INCREASE” Soon a new arm came out of the wall this time with some sort of tube connected at the end of it….. It almost looked like those pocket pussys….. The boxers came down and the chub of his dick was left exposed. The tube then launched out sucking up his flaccid penis. “AH, WHAT THE FUCK” Daniel yelled. The machine started to suck on his cock “uhhhh wa..wait …UHHH stop” Tim could barely get words as the machine continued to suck on his dick. What he couldn't see happening was the more the machine sucked the more his cock would grow.

“SUBJECT IS REACHING COMPANY STANDARD SIZE……. 10 INCHES FOR BOX MODELS,” The machine said as Daniel continued to moan.

“SUBJECT WILL REQUIRE FURTHER MENTAL STIMULATION… subject Tim is registered as homosexual… Daniel is required as heterosexual…” The voice went on. ‘That can’t be right, who’s Tim? I’m definitely Daniel and I’m 100% Gay?’ Daniel thought as he began to realise what was happening to him, the mental effects were lurking inside him, simply waiting to be activated. He couldn’t remember anything from before but he needed to resist whatever came next.

The mirror changed again, this time, however, there was no spiral. Instead scenes of hot models with thin bodies, their tits becoming exposed and the models playing with them. Daniel resisted as well as he could, but his dick was being forced to erect itself as the machine vibrated with intensity. Eventually, a guy joins the models and starts fucking them in all kinds of positions. Daniel tries to focus on him, keeping himself attracted to the man, but instead, he finds his mind wandering to the lures of fucking and breeding chicks, being an absolute womanizer and showing off his body to get them.

Daniel resists as much as he can, but he’s barely aware that his dick is now at full mast and leaking pre-cum. However, to his relief, as the first drop is released, the machine vanishes back into the wall.

“DNA CONVERSION COMPLETE… RELEASING SUBJECT…” The voice said before all the arms restraining vanished as if they had never been there. Daniel pulled up his pants, imprisoning his jackhammer, his pride. He still had no clothes but he needed to find out what was happening. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

“WOW… The machine worked wonders on you…” wafted Jessica’s voice, squeezing out a high level of arrogance. Daniel turned to see her lying, stretched out on the luxury sofa. She was now wearing something far more skimpy. Daniel approached, hoping to get answers, but as he did his crotch began stirring. He rushed his hands over to rectify the issue but his eyes were thoroughly fixated on Jessica.

“OH don’t worry about that, come over Danny boy, Let me take care of it for you,” she said seductively. Daniel wanted to respond with a retort or a question. However, he found his body rushing with arrogance and cockiness, something wasn’t right.

“Oh, you can definitely take care of it, Jess,” he cooed back to her. His hands pulled down the boxers and let his crotch flop out. All fear, anger or questioning he had vanished, now replaced with arrogance and horniness. The memories that had been implanted in his mind were coming to fruition. He was Danny, he was a spokesperson for the company, he loved to, and needed to work out daily to make sure he kept in shape for his job.

“Looks like everything's coming too,” She said as Danny overshadowed her. The implanted memories were forming the full picture. The heterosexual desires implanted had full reigns over him, focusing him on the chick right in front of him. His dick was raging, eager to fuck and so was Danny now.

“The fuck you on about? Let’s just get down to it,” he demanded, as he jumped down next to her.

Jessica was about to reply but Danny went in for the kill. He took her lips and made out with her, pushing her back down to the side as he rearranged them both, positioning himself on top. Danny took no time in preparation, to him he had fucked 1000s of chicks before and this was no exception. His dick found its way to her hole, and Danny fucked her hard, taking his time to savour the pleasure, all while making out with her. Danny was so horny and he felt good to release and give in to his new pleasure, but he could feel the pleasure building up and slowly sliding its way down to his tip.

“Oh fuck… here it comes!!” he moaned as his tip exploded with his massive load. His seed being sent deep inside her.

“Fuck that was good,” she said.

“Approaching landing zone soon, finish up and get ready for landing in twenty minutes,” came the pilot via the speaker.

“You need to get ready, Danny. Go get some clothes and snap a pic or two for social media," said Jessica.

Danny got up to get his boxer briefs and then went to get some clothes. His mind had settled. He was Danny, the new spokesperson for BOX MENSWEAR. As he put on a white t-shirt and some gym shorts he caught himself in the mirror and couldn’t resist a chance to show off to the fans.

#biceps #jock #muscle #jock tf #gay to straight #jock strap #nerdtojock #hunk

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souryogurt64 · 2 months

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unrelated to everything else on this blog but i noticed you mention that you do copywriting now....was wondering if you could say anything abt how you found your job/what kinds of things you do day to day etc (only if you want to + are able ofc!!) its just im an advertising major dangerously close to graduating with no idea what to do but i've taken some copy classes recently and it's got me interested...would love to hear stuff from someone working in it that isn't just extremely generic blurbs about linkedin or personal branding or teamwork or whatever. ugh.

Um yeah so this is like my education and career story of how I ended up an English Major With A Job. This is a really long and more personal, but I feel like having context explains how/why a lot of this happened and is more Real than like trying to give advice.

So I’m not getting into details of this, but important context is that my parents intentionally manipulated/tricked/forced me into going to a really crappy tiny Christian college in the middle of nowhere because they believed big schools were “dangerous.” I got into a lot of really good schools but was not allowed to go.

ANYWAY, while I was in college I basically felt like my life was fucked forever because of the above so it was all hopeless and was not interested in a lot of internships or career stuff. Being a junior during Covid contributed to this feeling a lot and I was just not focused on job experience when it felt like the world was ending. One tiny good part of this school, though, is because it was so fucking terrible, I could basically do whatever I wanted.

So I “started a zine” and also started interviewing bands for college radio. Because the school wasn’t actually policing this, I continued this for a bit after graduation in 2021. Over 200 bands were interviewed. I was also incredibly obsessed with the Burger/SWMRS Implosion and live-blogging it on Tumblr and it felt, to me, like that mattered more than anything I was “supposed” to be doing.

This consumed all of my time, and I had a clear vision that either this was going to rocket launch me directly into becoming like a Real Music Journalist or I was going to crash and burn and like wait tables for the rest of my life or become an English teacher. At no point did I feel anxiety that I was doing the wrong thing.

So anyway, I moved to Chicago. Shortly after, I got a message on Tumblr from someone who did not really use Tumblr, but read my posts about the SWMRS thing. We became acquainted and hung out a few times. (important later)

Meanwhile, it really started to feel like the zine was “””getting cool opportunities””” and I had a tangible career path there. So I kept focusing on that. I was mostly paying rent with restaurant gigs, but I was also working part-time booking live music and doing social media for a small business back in Iowa, and was doing sketchy writing jobs on Craigslist for extra money / to put on a resume.

However, it soon felt like these supposed grand music opportunities were not actually going anywhere, and this new """cool""" work was benefiting these random PR people and not the zine. It caused a lot of tension within the zine. There was also tension because I felt "My Zine" had become "Everyone's Zine" against my will, but somehow in spite of this, I was doing the vast majority of the work and felt pressured into doing a lot of this work by people on the zine who wanted to talk to every PR person and band and label ever but did not want to commit to doing that work themselves.

Anyway then, one day, like 2 days after posting my PGMG essay, I got a mysterious email with huge ginormous red letters on it asking my zine to cover a record label Pete Wentz and Mark Hoppus were doing. Deep down, a part of me will always believe that Pete saw my essay and liked it enough to change my life forever.

Anyway, ~surprise~, it involved cryptocurrency (important later), which at no point was specified to me and I had been bamboozled. I was so upset I cried and people called me dumb on Tumblr and I tried to defend myself and it was all very embarrassing. I am glad this happened to me but it also hurt. Some days I believe whoever was behind this knew they had to trick me so I would obtain the benefits, some days I feel like this was purposefully mean, some days I believe this was some 4D chess ploy for what actually ended up happening, some days I think it was a random coincidence, and some days I feel like none of it ever happened and I’m crazy.

Regardless, the fact that this happened, and the fact that I believed it was because of my essay, also contributed a massive amount to ongoing tension within the zine. (I promise this is all relevant at some point.)

Anyway like 6 months later the band from the Crypto Incident was in town. We interviewed them and they were the biggest band we'd ever talked to. Honestly, this was the worst and weirdest experience I’ve ever had interviewing a band bc of their manager. The band was a pleasure to talk to but the experience was Bad. Also, due to ongoing tension, the other zine person was being difficult leading up to the interview. During, she went off script and asked the band to "spill tea" regarding Blink182 drama. This was so out of character for her and our friendship and the professional standard I held myself to and everything we had done together prior. The band and their manager took it very badly, and I felt like she deliberately did it because this was so important to me.

Anyway, I had deluded myself some reason that I ABSOLUTELY needed to write a huge dramatic feature. The band did not repost it and their manager left me on read. They also made a glowing post about a crypto fluff piece written by a hot girl at like the same time. I know there are plenty of girls in the world who are way hotter than me and also way more talented writers than me, but I was very bothered about the crypto aspect.

All of this upset me so badly I decided my dream of making it in music journalist was pointless and childish because I was not hot or willing to write crypto fluff pieces. I was also really upset with my friend for sabotaging the interview and felt like I couldn’t trust her anymore. It was all very dramatic and there was a huge blowout and I was like crying in the street outside Target and Hey Chris almost ran me over with his bike.

ANYWAYYYY, at this point I decided the zine was over and my dream of being in music was over permanently and I was going to grow up and get a job and never interview a band again. It all hurt a lot.

SO, I talked to that former SWMRS fan I mentioned at the beginning of this, and asked if she knew anyone that was hiring. Because she was the only genuinely employed person I knew. She then talked to her manager (VP of marketing at the company), and they were hiring a copywriter in India but were willing to make an exception for me. The job was a really good job, and asked for 5 years of full time copywriting experience. I had graduated a year and a half prior and had basically no experience. I had done a few things like write blog articles on occasion and do a "summer internship" at a "magazine", but NOTHING of this caliber. Again, I was working a few hours a week posting on Instagram and booking music for a small business, but this was not “copywriting.”

Anyway, my life for the next three months became hardcore studying marketing nonstop and kind of crash-course prepping for interviewing for this job I had no experience for. This felt do or die, this was my one shot, and I could not blow it. I took prepping very seriously and I was handwriting out over and over marketing concepts and vocabulary terms for hours each day, as well as answers to typical interview questions, and I was also reciting these things and filming myself.

There were 2 interviews but the process somehow dragged out for three months. The first interview was pretty quick and with HR, and was very technical. It was so stressful I almost cried during it. It was definitely a "weed-out" interview.

But the final interview took forever to schedule. I know now was because the guy from earlier was in India on business. There is a 12 hour time difference. They told me this, but at the time, I felt like they were actually moving forward with other applicants and I was extremely upset.

I did not tell anyone I was applying because I felt I was going to either get this job or shoot myself. The stress of this and how intensely I was prepping ruined Thanksgiving and Christmas, and once it dragged out towards my birthday I got really fed up and wanted it to be over, so I sent an email saying I was available to interview from midnight-2am.

I think they thought I was bluffing because they scheduled an interview at a normal time and then suddenly moved it to like the next night at 1am.

Anyway, I absolutely slayed this interview. I felt super high on life and at my absolute best during this. I had sort of transcended to a state where I didn’t even want the job, I just wanted this to end. He was blown away by the fact that I was interviewing at 1am, but I definitely feel my best and brightest at 1am so this helped too.

There was no discussion of marketing stuff at all in this 2nd interview. I pretty much just talked about myself and my zine with the interviewer.

And this is where all the extended CRYPTOCURRENCY BACKSTORY comes in. Basically the jewel of my """"portfolio""""" and the only real marketing writing I had done was unwittingly advertising Pete Wentz Cryptocurrency. I had poured like every ounce of my heart and soul and passion and effort into writing this because it was Pete Wentz and I did not know it was cryptocurrency.

And because it was CRYPTOCURRENCY (even though I hadn’t known that) the interviewer was very interested in this. I did not really have any context for this at the time because ChatGPT was not public, but this was an AI tech startup. So there was a lot of like marketing language and company values type things that overlapped a lot, and like buzzwords about Venture Capital and Disrupting The System or Literally Whatever.

I also think an important part of why I did so well was that the interviewer had his camera off and I had no clue who I was talking to. I didn’t know who he was in the company at the time, he sounded very young and like he didn’t have an accent, and he went by a very young-sounding nickname.

I believed I was talking to a boy my age instead of a 40 year old, and I felt very confident and like I was socializing with a peer. This is a bit awkward to say, but because I believed this, there was a lot of natural chemistry. I didn’t feel nervous or like I had to be polite or try and impress a grown-up, and I felt like he should be impressed by me. Which was like the secret to slaying job interviews, I think.

Anyway, I don’t know how much of getting the job was this PW-NFT experience and how much it was the reference from the SWMRS fan. I feel like in this post I’ve understated that aspect, but me spending all of senior year of college obsessively posting about SWMRS instead of going to job fairs was counterintuitively also critical to my eventual career even though everyone thought I was being dumb as all fuck and wasting my breath.

And also it’s hard to know how much of getting this job was just me being confident and prepared and dedicated and passionate. One part I remember clearly was he asked me to talk for five minutes without stopping and teach him about something, and he said it was OK if I couldn’t because most people can’t and I could still get the job. And then it literally wasn’t a problem for me at all, and I definitely feel like maybe that was the moment he decided.

Another thing I remember is that the foster cat I had from Hey Chris was DESTROYING the couch behind me and I was kinda distraught over this but then the interviewer started baby talking to the cat and it brought up fostering, and he was super impressed by the volunteer work. Finally, I like made a huge PowerPoint for the interview (they made me do some project IIRC) and he liked that too.

This was on like a Friday night at 1am or something ridiculous like that, and I didn’t expect to hear back for at least another week, but they were really eager to give me the job immediately.

I did not immediately contact any of my professors about references or send a thank you note because it was a weekend and thought I had like a week, which I regret because my professors were kind of Big Mad about this, so I would recommend contacting your references in advance even if you think you won't get the job.

Anyway I was so relived this was all over and I had a feeling deep down so I drank cactus juice for the first time ever on Saturday night and my roommate was gone so I took a bath for the first time in 6 years in her bathtub and used a Lush bomb and reread Gray, and it was very magical and special and then when I got out at 4am when the water was ice cold and I was still like on another planet, I had an offer letter on my phone (it was like 5am on a Sunday), and I couldn’t believe it was actually real.

Anyway the job is very good (originally 65k base plus 6.5k possible bonus and some different stipends, but I got a raise and make 70k + 7k bonus now. Was making 15/hr previously). It is 100% WFH with dental and vision, 4 weeks PTO, 10 sick days, sign-on stipends for a home office, provide the computer, 1 business trip to the beach per year plus occasional office stuff where there’s like a lot of restaurant food and alcohol, 1k donation matching, and a bunch of stuff with retirement and stocks. I bought an espresso machine and milk steamer with the WFH setup stipend and it was the best decision ever.

Most people there have worked at like Disney and Spotify and Netflix and GoT and stuff. My friend was directly recruited from an obscure job board because she has worked at places like Young Hollywood. One of the other girls I am closest with there worked as a celebrity matchmaker.

Then there’s….me and the PWNFTs lol. It is a bit insane to be honest, but I think that I am honestly one of their best guys because I don't see this as just a job and I don't really take working at places like this for granted whereas everyone else is used to it and always was headed there. Getting a job like this was one in a million and was never ever in the cards for an English major new grad from Bettendorf Iowa that went to a liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. I worked really, really, really fucking hard to get here and like actually bled and kicked and cried the whole way so I deserve it. I also deserve to be there and have gotten above expectations on all my reviews to date.

ALSO BTW, a big reason why I felt kind of like this was a suicide mission was because I was on Accutane and physically could not continue to work my job in a brewery because it wrecks your bones.

Also towards the end I applied at a college, and by the time they got back to me I had signed on. But they actually told me I was their top candidate and I think would've counteroffered but I told them no. I cold applied there, but I wrote a carefully tailored cover letter to the position, which I think most people don't do and is important if you're cold applying. I didn't do this at my job because I had a reference, but a lot of people I work with messaged the head of the department they applied to on LinkedIn.

Another thing is like yes the LinkedIn is important and headshots are also really important. I follow Courtney Johnson on TikTok and think she mostly has good advice.

Anyway, I guess to recap my advice would be 1) Obsessively pursue your dreams instead of trying to be "practical" and like everyone else. You're only settling early, and shoot for the moon because even if you miss you will land among the stars or whatever that corny quote is. 2) Working via connections is critical, but this actually means like friends from band Tumblr instead of what they tell you in school about awkward job fairs 3) The interview process for good jobs is going to be really time consuming and miserable but you need to take it super seriously 4) Even if you aren't qualified you can still get the job and do well. 5) You need to approach the interview like you know you already have the job or it doesn't matter if you get the job, and you need to be insanely confident. You need to want the job. 6) Stuff like hobbies and volunteering is important to bring up.

ANYWAY, I have been there for about a year. Moving on to what I actually do—

I write basically everything that has to do with marketing. So stuff for all types of ads, landing pages, emails, etc, captions for every single ad on every imaginable platform, etc. I know this doesn't sound like a lot but I counted recently and it's like 10k words a month at least. It is a constant churn of high volume stuff combined with periods of nothing between campaigns where I take marketing classes or do research projects, like analyzing and making powerpoints about competitors or interviews with customers. I feel like that even sounds like not a lot but all of it is really short individually and a lot of this stuff goes through a lot of revisions, there's also like meetings and planning and approval chains and stuff.

Companies make like bazillions of webpages and emails and posts every day so that is p much what I do. I also turn things around on insanely, insanely tight deadlines (one of my biggest strengths), often minutes or hours.

I am basically the only writer in a traditional sense (there are UX writers but that's v different). There is a linguist that copyedits what I do (love her). The girl who referred me in used to be another writer for the emails and blog, but I don't think she wanted to work there at all anymore after the public reaction to AI, so now it is just me. There was like other stuff too but I would like to be vague. Then there are external contractors who make the blog posts but that doesn't really have anything to do with me….. until now, lol.

My old team was mostly bunch of people who actually launched ads and targeted them and collected/analyzed data on them, but there were other random marketing roles too. Now I'm on a new team with people who make the videos/images of stuff I write for, a girl who codes the emails I make (and does other stuff), and our manager. I really really really like my new manager.

Other people I deal with include lawyers, who make sure the ads/emails are OK-- for example, if a company runs a promotion over email, lawyers have to be involved. I also interact a lot with the social media and influencer people (also amazing), to help writing briefs for influencers and brainstorming posts. I also work a lot with business development (love her also also), which is making promotional materials to circulate in schools/businesses.

One of the coolest projects I got to work on, for example, was that we partnered with a ton of athletes and they were wearing company merch at games and making posts/doing courtside interviews. I reviewed and kind of wrote what they said because they are not really able to write their own stuff. I also wrote some billboards recently.

For the most part, I genuinely love my job and I love all my coworkers and think leadership is awesome. However, I will say that any writing job probably has certain challenges, especially if you're young and inexperienced. I feel like people who don't know anything about writing feel the need to contribute, or don't value what I do because I turn things around so quickly. Like if someone in charge of me tells me to do something different I will change it without question 99% of the time, but when it comes to random other people it's frustrating and hard for me to deal with.

Like I know I'm only 25 and I don't know everything, but I am basically the only writer, lol. This was like a source of like a lot drama and crying and being upset in my life, but I feel like there have been a lot of recent changes that have made this a lot better and it's continuing to get better, which is good, and I also feel like my manager is doing all of the right stuff and I'm also learning 2 deal with my own issues and not get so upset more.

But anyway yeah that's kind of my job and how I got my job, I know this turned into a million page long post but <3 hope it helps

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minnielvr · 10 months

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ROSES - CHAPTER 17 : "micheal jackson room" ─────────────────────

y/n left the cafe and made her way over to the jyp building. she called felix and asked him to come out and get her.

"y/n!! hii" felix came running to her

"hey babe" y/n went in for a hug

the couple hugged and walked into the building, then got into the elevator. while they were going up, y/n started thinking about meeting his members, and what would happen if they didnt like her.

"felix im like actually really scared to meet them, what if they dont like me?"

felix grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards himself. "hey no no no dont think like that, im sure they are going to love you. your funny and pretty and your really chill"

y/n nodded her head and just hoped felix was positive about this. the elevator reached the floor of the dance room the boys were at and the couple walked out, and then headed towards the room. they stopped infront and and both took a deep breath.

"you sure you're okay with this?" felix asked y/n just to make sure

"yea..i think im fine"

felix them knocked on the door and peeked inside, mouthing something to his members then looking back at y/n and told her to come in. y/n walked in the room and said hello, trying her best to mask her nervousness with a bright smile.

"hiii im y/n"

"OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU IN PERSON FOR SO LONG" han yelled and ran up to her and gave her a hug.

she laughed and hugged him back, after that, all the other members came to greet her and they all got acquainted very quickly.

"so y/n i know you have a job but are you in college or anything?" chan asked y/n

"ahh i actually just graduated college this year! im planning to go to grad school."

y/n and the boys conversed a bit more before y/n remembered the cookies she made.

"oh guys! i made cookies for all of you!" y/n pulled out the contained from her bag and started passing them out. all the boys thanked her and ate them, complimented her baking skills.

later y/n realized that she had completely overstayed her stay as it was nearing 40 minutes that she was there.

"oh my god! sorry for staying so long! i really have to get back to work though." y/n started packing her bag and got up.

"awww okay it was nice to meet you!" a few of the members whined.

"here y/n let me walk you out" felix got up and walked towards you.

y/n and felix walked out the door and y/n waved at the members. the couple started toward the elevator and got inside. talking about the day. the elevator stopped and dropped them off at the lobby. felix walked y/n to the front door and then gave her a squeeze on her hand while trying to be discreet about it, as he didnt want anyone to catch on.

"call me tonight yea?"

"okayyy bye felix!" she made a little kissy face at him and walked out the door, still waving her hand. felix laughed and did the same, then sighed and walked back. oh how he wishes he could just tell everyone that your his and hes yours.

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firefly--bright · 11 months

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all my daughters.

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader (modern au)

summary : the crushing weight of everything and everyone changing is a bit too much. jean wants to bear the burdens with you.

warnings : hurt/comfort, mostly just therapy for my crumbling mental state, amateur symbolisms (?), established relationship, no use of y/n (im trying smth new) not proofread!!!!!

a/n : this is kinda like flaws but worse? idk I just needed to write something to comfort me and I'll be nothing if I don't use my writing to fix me <3 anyway! self projection as always but I love you if you relate to this and I'm always here to listen if you need someone to talk to. I'm also probably gonna take a hiatus after this fic but we'll see (I'm here to talk to regardless of that!) <3 i honestly don't expect this fic to get that much traction but anyway! enjoy!

taglist : @holding-ishu-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody

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inspired by these songs : all my daughters (demo) by dodie

ajib dastan hai yeh by Lata Mangeshkar

you were used to contradictory sentences. double negatives that were only meant to confuse you, double positives that you thought meant anything but, adorned with a sarcastic smile and a roll of the eyes that left you needing to figure the meaning out yourself.

jean was a walking contradictory sentence. he was a walking double negative, one that you didn't know how to understand. he was blunt but sweet, cold and warm, never being in one spot with his feelings, always on his feet but not running away. somehow he stayed.

all your friends were moving on. every one - sasha was moving out with her boyfriend niccolo, a chef who she had become extremely close to over the past year and who treated her in the highest of regards. your other roomate, Mikasa, was also moving out, but not with her boyfriend, eren, as you had suspected but instead for a chase of starting a new flourishing business of selling handcrafted oxidised jewellery online. that and being closer to eren, she had explained to both you and sasha.

Marco wasnt moving, per say, but he was already applying for his masters in law to broaden his perspective, and there was a prospect of him going abroad for his soon to approach future. he was currently visiting his extended family. Connie, surprisingly, was the first of your friend group to actually get a job at a marketing firm, and even if it was sort of exhausting, people praised Connie's charms and puns that made people buy the products. he was also helping Mikasa with her business, alongside eren and armin.

jean, currently making dinner for the pair of you in your mostly empty apartment, was also interning for an architectural firm. well, he hadn't started yet, but he did get accepted with the interview he gave last month.

and you? even though you were currently looking for new roomates to occupy the now empty spaces in the apartment, you felt lost. sure, you had a plan, and had also applied for a handful of internships, but that didn't mean you knew what you were doing.

you were used to keeping things and people in boxes. it started ever since you were in middle school and had just heard about books like Harry Potter and divergent, books that had a clear distinction of which people belonged where. you'd define people with those distinctions so it was easy to figure them out; it was easier to think of someone in a faction or Hogwarts houses or godly parent instead of actually trying to figure them out with all their complexeties. eventually it graduated into astrological signs that were probably all bullshitted anyway, and into MBTI types. there was always an explanation for something, and if it wasn't given them you'd find it out for yourself as you always had. but you couldn't go by those simple classifications anymore. they were too narrow and too claustrophobic.

but you also hated too-wide expanses that came with simply existing. the expanse of your unknown lifespan, the limitlessness of unlimited time, the enormous amount of things you had yet to learn. it was easy to get lost in nothing. how did your friends and family and all the people around you ever manage to make a clear path for themselves with a multitude of stops and landmarks when you didn't even have the basic gravel and stone and concrete to get started on making a road for yourself? would you be yet another chapter that ended in a fullstop in their thick books that they'd flip away from? the change - the uncertain steps - were never something you looked forward to.

helping mikasa and sasha move out was a challenge, another full stop in their books, helping Connie by teaching him how to properly format professional emails was another landmark that he passed, seeing Marco off at the airport before he caught his flight was another certain step.

the wide tumultous blue of the sea that you were floating in and it's unnerving depth used to be somewhat manageable. you had been swimming with your friends for a long time until your fingertips got all shriveled up, but now it seemed as though they had all swam away from you and towards a shore they were looking forward to, but you werent. the horizon line was all you could see, and you dared not to open your eyes underwater to see how deep the water was.

you were happy for them, ofcourse you were. you loved them with all your heart, and sections of your essential heart were left only for them with their names carved into the ridges of your brain. but the change was too much, too empty, too wide, too limitless, too uncertain.

a knock on the wood of your bedroom door made you turn your swivel chair towards the noise, and jean stood there against the doorframe, leaning on it. "dinner's ready. didn't know which movie to watch, though." he said, and only half of his words are registered by your ears.

you nod, your lips quirking up only slightly. "I'll be there in a bit," you say, watching Jean's brows knit closer together. you loved the way his forehead crinkled in obvious worry and concentration, but you didn't have the tongue to speak out your admirations.

he tilts his head. ever the observant, he asks, "what's wrong?"

his tone is patient. his words demand acknowledgement.

you sigh a little, knowing you can't hide anything from him. you thanked that quality of his, even if it was a little inconvenient at times, because his unrelenting persistence was the reason you felt so loved today, the reason you and jean had gotten closer in the first place.

your shoulders slump, "i dont know how to explain it," you say, because it's true, but also because even if you could explain it, you wouldn't know where to begin. but you begin anyway, even though you know it would end with you trailing off. jean would understand anyway as he always had. "just.... everything's changing... and I, i dont know, i dont really like change, I guess." there's a pause and you refuse to look at his face which you're sure is observing yours carefully as he always does. "it's just...too much." you say, shrugging at the end. "it's too much and I don't know how to deal with this. like everyone's dealing with it better than I am and I don't even know if I've....if I've grown much, if at all. i dont know what I'm supposed to do. i dont know what my role is, like i just, i wish there was an author writing my life so I'd know what to do because I don't know how to...how to do everything myself. i-" you didn't know when the lump had formed in your throat, refusing to be swallowed down anymore after being ignored for months on end. "i dont know anything, jean, and it's scary." you say, and your eyes don't shed tears even if theyre stinging. you wish you could cry just to get it over with.

you were probably overreacting. everyone was doing so great with themselves, and at the end of the day, it wasn't a big deal. so what if everyone would move on with their lives? wasn't that what was supposed to happen? so what if your friends would probably forget you? shouldn't you be glad that you had them in the first place? wasn't it better to have felt alive for the first time than to not have felt it in the first place?

warm and sturdy arms wrapped around your unshaken frame, and you were pulled away from your rolling chair to sit down on your bed. the mattress dipped comfortably under you as it always had and jean smelt like he always did and you took comfort in the predictability. your sheets would smell the same today and tomorrow and the day after, your clothes would be in the same closet, your mirror would be in its same place in the bathroom and jeans arms would always hold you softly.

he held you for a couple minutes as you wallowed in your own sea. your legs were in his lap, leaning your weight on his arms. your eyes were closed, and you felt his warm hands rubbing circles in their place on your thigh and on your back.

you speak again, feeling the need to be understood even though you already were. "i just wish that... that I could freeze time whenever I have a good day." you say, and it's the final nail in your coffin and the final scoop of dirt on your grave. it's all you have to say, it's all jean needs to hear as he holds you a little tighter.

he hums in thought, no doubt thinking of a proper response. sometimes you wish you could take a peek inside his head, just to see, even for a useless moment, what he was thinking about. and more selfishly, if it was about you.

but that didn't matter because who was jean if he didn't speak his mind? his cheek rests on the top of your head and you can feel his warmth, and you wish you could let his warmth spread all over you, you wish that it would ignore the barrier of your skin and go straight to your organs and muscles because your warmth hadn't felt like it had been yours for a very long time and Jean's heat would be much more than welcome. but that was wishful thinking and you feel him kiss the top of your head instead, and you accept it.

"you know," he finally starts, and you can hear his heartbeat. "when we first met I had one of the moments you're talking about. the want to like.... somehow freeze the moment and just relive it forever." he says. you don't move, you don't dare remove your head from his shoulder afraid that if you did, he'd be another thing lost to the depths of your mind.

he continued. "what I'm saying is, i know what you're scared of. that your friends will forget you and move on without you. but... i dont think they will. i dont think anyone can. don't you think just like you have parts of them in you that they have parts of you in them? I've seen it. sasha started talking like you like a month after you guys moved in together. Mikasa likes buying flowers now. Marco texts like you. Connie has so many jokes that only you'd understand. and i-" he says, cutting himself short with a small breathy chuckles that makes your heart dangerously stutter, "i dont think that, god forbid, if we were to ever not be together, i dont think that i would ever be able to forget you. but that's probably because I'm in love with you and that's not changing for atleast this lifetime," another short laugh, "i dont think any of our friends, any of your past friends could ever forget that you existed. i mean, you'd always be there. youd always exist even if it is in the back of their minds.

"and you don't have to know everything. it's not a race. it's just...a nice walk, if anything. you don't have anyone or anything to catch up to. you can take your time, love, and i know it's hard convincing yourself of that, but you can. and if it's any consolation," he says, grabbing your hand that had formed into a loose fist on your knee, encasing your hand in his, "I'm...I'll be here. even if we aren't talking, which I'm pretty sure won't happen, but even if it does, I'm here. i will be." he says, squeezing your fist.

his words breathe comfort into your lungs that rested inside the prison your ribs had become. your chest felt a little lighter, the stubborn knots in your stomach were slowly undoing themselves and maybe his words didn't undo any damage nor did they paint over it but they did help heal.

you breathe in deeply, burrowing yourself even further in his shoulder, and he thankfully gets the message as he holds you tighter, like he's the only twine holding you together. you nod, and he kisses the crook where your shoulders meet your neck.

"thank you," you whisper, something that could get lost in his clothes but he catches it and shakes his head. you know what he's going to say before he even says it and you smile a little.

maybe jean was a contradiction to himself, a double negative, a not not persistence. and maybe you did feel lost, maybe time had swam away from the desperate deathgrip you had on it. but jean was there. he wasn't a fullstop or a chapter, he was more of a "okay, and," sentence, something that continued over with a comma, and he wasn't a guide that held your hand towards the shore, but he was more of an insistent presence that helped you not drown by holding your hand. he wasn't the shore itself, but he did provide the comfort of finding footing against the depths.

not a race, not a stand, just a walk. a walk with your hand in Jean's, a walk with uncertain but hopeful steps.

not a book, not a chapter, just scribbles of incoherent but excited writing in a diary.

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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musubiki · 8 months

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im ngl noww that you say that you do art as a hobby, im just intrigued by how you are so confident and are able to have the free time to do it as a hobby...

i hope i didnt make a mistake taking art college ;; IM ROOTING FOR YOU TOO! its so luckily nowdays to have a job youre at least okay with but also have some really fun hobby on the side too

to one broke college student to another do u have any advice for future years? i ltrly just started college like 3 weeks ago

aaaa as far as time for the hobby goes, i actually only have that kinda time very recently (like over the summer and this semester).....if you noticed, i kinda dropped off for a year where i mustve only drawn like 10 things??? which is because last year was such a busy year for me in terms of work and courses...but this semester is better because im only in 3 classes: one doesnt have any exams and another im retaking (cuz i didnt pass the summer comp exam for it lol) so its all content ive seen before!! so this semester is a little easier and i can draw a bit more when i dont have homework or on the weekends!!!

as far as advice goes, (im not sure how art school works? or if youre in a normal university just majoring in art?) id say: take a lot of different classes to see what you like! explore different areas, and i think it might also be good to have like.....a contingency plan so to speak. like in my undergrad i got a minor in anthropology and almost got a certificate in accounting just so i had a little more options post-undergrad if the math major didnt work out!! so doing something like that is never a bad idea!!! (my undergrad program had a requirement to fulfill a certain amount of credits outside your major courses, so i used those to explore different things)

also dont be afraid to change if you feel you dont like your current path.....like i mentioned i was an astronomy major in undergrad first, and had wanted to go into astronomy since i was a kid, but found eventually it wasnt for me (i couldnt cut it in physics) and switched to something i wasnt SUPER passionate about, but i was good at it!! which was a huge decision for me and lowkey pretty risky (the fuck do you do with a math major?? everyone i asked they just replied "Oh you can do lots of things!" and never gave me an actual job title)

try to do summer internships if you can! as long as its financially feasible for you, itll make your resume a lot beefier when you graduate if employers/grad school see that you already have several experiences under your belt (and experience compounds on itself-- the more you have the more likely you are to get more!! for example here in my program, if you have more stats and coding experience coming in youre more likely to get more stats/coding assistantships, so you gain even more experience over the person who had no stats/coding experience prior and as a result got sent to be a TA or something. so the person who already had experience gets more experience and the person who didnt falls even further behind :') (me) )

networking is also important!!! since youre just in undergrad, i would recommend starting by talking to professors when you can. doesnt need to be like, going out of your way to go to their office hours and talk stories, but maybe chat a bit before/after class!! ask them how their weekend went, ask a dumb clarifying question!! i got to my current grad program because my professor came to me before class one day and said "I have a friend from [my current program] coming to recruit, you should go meet him." so be friendly with your professors so they get to know you and will pass on opportunities when they hear about them!!

a lot of professors get emails from all kinds of jobs/programs to the effect of "[place] is looking to recuit/hire" and they can pass those your way if youre on their radar!! and lastly work hard!!

(anyway this is advice i have based on my own experiences and what worked for me, it will most likely be different for you!! stay on top of your studies, but also force yourself to rest every so often!! I personally do not do any work on saterdays and try not to on sundays!! so i feel okay working hard the other nights of the week so i have two full days of rest....sacrifice your work-week free time for grades :') sometimes the best thing for your mental health is just getting the thing you dont wanna do out of the way!! good luck in uni!!!)

#college for everyone else is gonna be a little different than college for me #i was fortunate enough to get a lot of locally-based scholarships that took care of me so i didnt need to work while studying #but i know a lot of people do and thats fucking tough #i also wasnt in a lot of clubs etc #because my scholarship program would organize a lot of our events #and besides studying i didnt have time for any of that lol #stay on top of your studies for real.....#put down that pokemon game and go re-read the lecture content you learned today (pro tip)#yeah dont work 24/7 without rest if you can avoid it #burnout isnt fun and honestly i still havent figured out a way to avoid it #sometimes its inevitable and you just gotta push through #punch studies in the face

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folkloresthings · 9 months

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hey!! congrats on 1k- that’s actually insane, WELL DONE!!!

could i request one of the jane eyre prompts if you aren’t too busy?

with the racing lot (i’m in my early twenties so preferably one of the younger ones but i realy ont mind!) 🫶

i’m a second year mechanical engineering student studying in london though im from morocco and france.

i’m very introverted, i think since starting i i i’ve been to two parties and hated every minute of it so i just read and study a lot. saturdays are always movie night in my apartment, i did it with my family when i was little and i never stopped. i have a rottweiler called Judy and she looks terrifying but she’s scared of perfume so she’s harmless really.

i cant really think of anything else bit have a great day/night depending on when you read this :))

i ship you with: oscar piastri! you’d maybe meet when he comes to england with mclaren, and you’d be working with them on an engineering internship. workplace romance ensues. we don’t see much of oscar out and about partying the way the other drivers do so i think he’d be into staying in at the weekends, or just going for dinner the two of you. he loves your saturday night movie tradition, taking turns to pick which movie each week. looooves your pup, constantly posting pictures to show how not scary she is.

#🍾 ﹐ becca hits 1k!#💒 ﹐ ships.#formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri drabble #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri

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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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just a little mania update rq-

so these next couple of weeks/months things will be a little wonky teehee. im going overseas again for another study abroad program and to do some research so my time zones are going extra silly mode since we're country hopping teehee. but also im working 2 (maybe 3 if i get my resume together whoops) internships over the summer and that's probably gonna take a lot of my time. but its okay bc im making money moves (AND GETTING TAXED FOR IT LIKE WTF)

ALSO I MIGHT HAVE JURY DUTY WHAHAHAH

okay but serious, its gonna be a busy time so updates might be a day late or early or i may take a week off altogether. but for now requests are still open!! just dont expect the schedule to be consistent LMAO

okay im gonna go now before i start talking about how i feel about taxes. its been a bit since tax day but im literally so mad WHAHAHAHBA. okay but no i need to not rant about this (unless you want me too hehe >:]) but mania out now. deuces

#manias shitposts #guys why am i lowkey scared of being stopped by customs though my flight is in nine hours #i shouldnt have watched to catch a smuggler LMAO #got me terrified n shit because my backpack big as shit and they may think im carrying illegal thingies #but its literally gonna be clothes and my switch and fucking cheerios bruhehdhdj #but its whatever WHAHAHAHA #okay mania ramble in the tags over cy@

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whumpurr · 8 months

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time for the post-disappearing 'what was i up to' post!!

i finished up my internship, im continuing to work remotely for them part time until i graduate in november

i went to megaplex and sold stuff at the artists alley

school started back up

so ive been a little busy!! but hopefully soon ill have time to write more whumpy goodness. of course im gonna prioritize school and stuff first and foremost, but id loooove to write here when ive got the chance! other things that i am currently doing are:

im trying to get serious about making and selling fursuit stuff after my success at megaplex (i made a fair bit of cash in the span of like 4 hours)

im making a ttrpg system! just adding little bits and pieces to it on the backburner when ive got little bits of free time

i hope everything is going well with all of you guys too!!

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silveme · 10 months

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wait thats so awesome!! congratulations on the internship, it'd be awesome if you were on an art team like riot's. their games suck but their art, music and writing departments are *chefs kiss* (much like another familiar game company... take a guess) promise me that whenever you're allowed to you'll start posting about the game you're drawing for, i'm already so curious!

Oh I’m definitely going to be sharing my work once I can. I’m practically shaking trying to not talk about it lol cause I’m very proud of myself. Plus my art is gonna have a pretty recognizable spot in the game! My internship is on the concept team at Firaxis games I can say that much. You may be able to infer what the game im working on is by doing a bit of internet sleuthing yourself *cough it was announced in February cough cough* Anywhooo…just know that while Im very busy rn I’m still trying my best to balance my art and personal life in the free time that I have haha

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sankyeom · 1 year

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hii belle how have you been? it has been a long time since we talked how have u been tell me everything

my life has been eventfull so life update

1 i broke up w my now ex bf

it was a long time ago tho like 2 months ago?? he liked someone else and we broke up we ended up in good terms im not mad bc its his feelings we dont control that shit yk?? so im not mad im dissapointed he didnt tell me earlier?? bc ik he had feelings for atleast a week saurr yeah

2 mental health

my mental health has been shit i got suspended from school and that really took a toll on it (people pleaser😽😽 and burnt out gifted kid) im on my last 2 weeks of school and im so fucking stressed i have a chemistry exam on wensday that im so lost on i have my astronomy final a week from now i have a project to finish for next week and a paper that is due wensday that i think i lost i cried 4 times today bc of the stressed im just so tired im exausted

3 writing

i have been more consistent w my writing i have 3 series going on rn (one im still writing) but it has been truly an escape for me and im lowkey proud of myself

4 volleyball

im now training in volleyball i have training 3 times a week its very insanely frustrating bc im so bad and it drives me insane

i think that is it?? idk but yeah how have u been pls tell me juseyo

love auri💐

hi auri my dear, it’s so good to hear from you!! 🥰

first of all, i’m so sorry to hear about the circumstances of your break up, that sounds really tough and i feel for you. hopefully, you’re doing well on this matter and realise that you are so special and wonderful. you’re stronger than i am for not being mad, i would definitely be in a different place. 💛

i REALLY get the whole burnt out gifted kid thing, it’s honestly so rough and confusing to be in school in that situation. mental health is such a hard thing especially when there’s a lot of academic pressure on you, and i hope that you will be able to find some time for yourself after your final exams and projects are over. i wish someone had told me that my worth doesn’t come from academic perfection a long time ago, and i hope that you can start to build a healthier relationship with academics in the future. you can do it, i believe in you!! 🥰🥰

remember to take lots of breaks and do something that you love to reward yourself for finishing your exams, even if you aren’t 100% happy with your results. 🦋

i’m so glad that writing has been an escape for you!! i think it’s extremely important to have hobbies and things that you do in your free time that are just for your own enjoyment. hopefully it will help a little with your mental health 🌷

i’ve been alright! my finals week just started and i have a lot on my plate, but once it’s over i’m going to have nearly a month of holidays to decompress and relax a little bit 😊🌸

i have really been lacking in the writing department recently, i’ve just been lacking a lot of inspiration and i haven’t been able to write anything because i’ve been so busy with school, tutoring, my internship, and college transfer applications. hopefully my next quarter will be less busy since i’m only taking three classes, and i think i should have more time to write and update here!

#💌 : open me!#magical mutuals ✨#auri🪷

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honeyblockm · 2 years

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Stagnant au … *grabby hands* gimme more … sounds so cool …

sdkfjk i think this is abt tangent au? anyways pulls out a chair before we get started im going to talk for 2 hours about elektra natchios bc i promise it's relevant /j

i'm not sure when or if i will end up writing this as an actual fic and in which case everything i say will probably be spoilers but fuck it i don't believe in spoilers anyways

ok i mean there's a lot. that i could say but yknow what i'll elaborate more on the lmanberg story. it's. well ok at the barebones it's a year one for tangent!Wilbur Soot.

the backstory (that wilbur himself does not remember) is that he's Philza (prominent superhero in Aether City) son and like 5(?) years ago he was killed getting caught up in a supervillain plot. got completely blown up. Also Phil is a nonhuman entity- an angel by earth terms, but technically the High Host are an alien race (like the New Gods of DC). Phil came to Earth and eventually had Wilbur, who inherited most of but not all of his father's non-human traits. So. Yeah. Aliens.

And then he got resurrected in L'Manberg by Dream for yet to be revealed reasons

Wilbur chose the last name "Soot" for himself post-resurrection because the smoke and ash from the explosion that killed him is one of the only thing he remembers.

The rest of the current main cast of wilbur's year one / lmanberg arc is: Fundy, Tubbo, Quackity, and Schlatt.

Fundy is. Okay wait I wrote out bios for everyone in my notebook. Junior in high school, STEM kid, he's family friends with the Nihachu's and way way back when he was smaller Niki used to be his babysitter and then when he got older Niki was his friend and now Niki's at college but he still hangs out at the Nihachus' bakery where he meets Wilbur. he doesn't have a ton of friends outside of Tubbo and 5up on the robotics club. Hbomb too but H is also at college now. (rip). He lives with his mom, Sally, who is an ecologist and very busy but we don't fault her for that she's doing her best.

Schlatt is the leader of the biggest criminal faction of L'Manberg's underground. He's a powerful dude, with a lot of reach. Even in the city government. I think he gets a scary epithet but i haven't thought of it yet. He's got a plan to gain complete control of the city by creating a force of superpowered agents by activating dormant metahuman genes in regular people. That's. uh. blatantly ripped off from Young Justice but shhhh you don't know that haha. anyways i was gonna name the project Project Cadmus as a mythological reference but Cadmus is a DC thing of course it is so the current candidates are MYRMIDON, LYDIA, COLCHIS, or SPARTAE.

Tubbo and Quackity aren't as backstory heavy but they do have a lot to do when the plot ball starts rolling. Tubbo's a high school senior and Quackity's a law student who's back in L'Manberg for an internship with the city courts. Q walks in on the wrong thing at the wrong time and gets promptly disappeared. cough he may as well be dead as fuck and forcibly receives superpowers via the COLCHIS (name pending) program. Anyways both the nature of his superpower and all the trauma fucks Q up rlly bad and he becomes Chimera, a villain(not really?) with the power to take on the characteristics and capabilities of others except integration is painful and Q loses a bit of himself each time and his power always kills the other guy. and he struggles to control which aspects he takes.

yknow what it's kind of like elektra/the black sky in the defenders tv show. sorry that its becoming increasingly clear that i just tossed a bunch of cool things i liked into a blender to make this au. anyways q is set up to parallel wilbur in the respect that theyre both struggling to grasp their identity after post literal or metaphorical death and resurrection.

meanwhile Tubbo is understandably incredibly upset that his brother is gone and possibly dead? what? no he's not dead he can't be dead. he searches for Q really hard and ends up uncovering a lot about COLCHIS and Schlatt.

#this is so silly to type out but i think superhero aus deserve to have stupid bullshit sometimes #yeah if you asked me to go through and name all the DC/Marvel things that inspired different parts of this au i definitely could #no crimeboys in this au bc the original plan i had for tommy involved him not being aware of wilbur coming back? and now he's part of #eryn's plot and i'm ATTACHED to that #tangent au #woah this got out of hand #sorry for the insanity #yens #asks

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tyonfs · 2 years

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🤧: hi hi guess who is back from the grave?

sorry, sorry I have been inactive to respond cause life has been crazzzy…

I’m trying to find a job rn to help pay for rent and other matters so it’s been a bit difficult buttt I

as for that boy I’ve decided to stay friends with him and I don’t think it will work out if anything until much later so we’ll see but for now we buddies — and I just check him out whenever we go swimming or he flexed cause he has a nice body hehe —

but yeah about to start my last year of uni so it’s weird and more weird that I turn 22 in a few days…

I have been so behind on your stories but I am gonna try and read some of them when I can before school starts or when I start working, which is hopefully very soon <3

how has your summer been? Or 2022 in general give me the deets !!

OMG HELLO HELLO !! how have you been??? :o (for some reason this ask didn’t show up in my mobile inbox i only saw it in my desktop one :// tumblr whyyy) but no need to apologize love !! i hope things have been settling down now !! 💞

how’s the job hunting going? :o it can be stressful but im sure you’ll push through! and omg i’m glad you’re content w that decision !! and if something happens in the future that’s always good too :’’) HAHAH no fr enjoy your eye candy 🤩

also im assuming you’ve turned 22 by the time i answer this HAHAH so happy birthday !!! 🥰 i hope you had a great day if it passed already, and if it didn’t then i hope you get to celebrate with lots of cake and presents <33

also omg there’s no rush at all 🤧 pls pls i will be waiting for your update on the job you end up getting 🤩 i hope everything goes well !! also my summer has been pretty good so far :’) i got an internship so i’ve been keeping busy with that, and i been meeting up with my friends here and there <33 i didn’t go on any big vacation or anything but it’s been chill and we’ve gone out a few weekends and stuff !! hbu?? :o

#asks #🤧 anon

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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His sweets ..

These r the answers to the questions u asked about my crush not sure if u wanted to see the answers or it was questions for me to be answered in my head but yeah i wanted to share this so u can tell where to take this ..

He's kind to everybody i know yes (even when he talks about others to me he knows what he should say and what he shouldn't... We once spoke about his ex and how they broke up .. in my opinion the girl wasn't right regardless of my liking for my friend she really wasn't right for him and did him dirty yet ... He never blamed her for anything he'd not bad mouth her at all )

He has a clean reputation, better than mine actually because he makes evryone around him very proud , he's the best son to his parents ( really good in academics behaviour and presentation) while I'm least bothered about his academics it does matter when it comes to our future, he's a degree student and he's gonna start his internship in a few days after his finals ..

So for now he's not stable , he's basically living on his parents money just like me .. from what i know is his parents are really stable and stuff .. also he has elder siblings one elder sister and a brother he grew up with them and i can tell that his upbringing is really good by the way he talks about women in general and his opinion on various topics

He used to treat his mother well but she isn't the best mother so now things r a bit different ... The said mother chose her career over her children so he's staying alone all by himself in whichever city that he lives in , he's literally left alone in the house to take care of himself...but yeah his parents don't hate him .. it's just that they work far away from the city and he had to stay back for his studies so now they only converse over the phone and sometimes it's a really short conversation because like he says his parents are too busy

He's financially responsible.. he's very concious about wasting money on unnecessary things because it's not his money and he doesn't want to misuse his parents hard earned money so yeah , he's very minimalistic with everything but ofcourse since his parents r really stable like i said they gift him stuff like a bike or a laptop , he doesn't ask for it. . they just gift him at occasions when he scores reall good marks in his exams or anything like that

He'd never have a problem with me pursuing my career or earning better than him because he's always begging me to study and score the best for myself he always says that the efforts i put it now will help me live a better life later .. tho he himself is a young student ...who also himself procrastinate sometimes he never lets me do that. . he's always hyping me up to get things done well and nice

He does not think that women's value decreases depending on how many children they have or how much sex they have ... It's just that he's a family person and his last two relationships were really bad and toxic for him so he says that he's not gonna date anyone ... Atleast not for a very long period of time

He says he'd want to earn and take care of his parents till they're alive .. buy his dad a car with his own earnings and yk all such family goals so yeah idk about his thaughts on children.

He's kind of Demi sexual.. he didn't say this he probably doesn't know what that means but from everything we spoke about i concluded that he's a demi sexual ..

Also he's straight af , he doesn't hate anyone based on their gender / sexuality / religious BUT he gets uncomfortable when his not so straight friends flirt him ... So once i asked him if he was a homophobe and he straight up declined

Later i told him about how im a bisexual but more inclined towards men so he was like "wow so cool , we can simp over hot women together now" so i conclude that he's not bothered by anyones sexuality ...

Yeah so the thing is he loves me alot , like too much but it's way too platonic and he trusts me that i don't break our friendship that has become so special to us , if i confess i know the answer it's a no but if i choose not to confess then l be very happy and certainly he too

He says he hadn't had such a bond with anyone for such a long time , he cherishes the time we spend together chatting up until late night and how we know each other so well ...

After all you've read above u must be thinking that she just described a too good to be true guy and that's my problem he's so nice that sometimes i start overthinking into what if this is all fake ? What if this is all a drama to gain my trust and then break it ?

I DON'T KNOW.. usually boys here at my place block you if u refuse on sharing sexual stuff with them but the fact that he doesn't want it from me makes me feel special he makes me feel like he doesn't love me only for my body and that feels so special yk ..

When he talks about my health , about how i should fix my eating and sleeping habits and how should I talk to my parents.. make things workout for myself ...

So yeah overall i love him alot but it's not all that romantic i do have a crush on him but I'm totally down with being platonic as well ! Because I'm not too deep in romantic love with him it could just be the heart flutters for now and maybe just the butterflies since no one calls me "love" these days ..

So yeah i myself have attachment issues , that way i don't wanna fuck up his already fucked up life

Plus even if we're both willing to date each other it's not the best plan because there's a chance we never meet in person even if we do thats ky after 4 to 5 years because the distance is took long that's why i don't want to confess

You will regret not confessing if you actually like him.

I've been in a long distance relationship with the person I plan to marry for almost 4 years.

Second of all...boys never overthink these sort of things. They're simple creatures.

He's not thinking like this: "Oh I'm gonna gain this girls trust just to betray her" because that's a pain in the ass and takes a long time.

If a guy is going to betray you, it's going to be sudden and thoughtless.

THAT BEING SAID, I think you should at least commit to each other.

You should talk with one another and you should express to him how you feel about him and how you wouldn't want him to be with anybody else but you. That you don't want to label it as dating (maybe), but you really like him and you want to spend your life with him.

Communication is the key to a long and stable long distance relationship. Also, acceptance that sometimes things will get very difficult between you.

He seems nice. I'd be honest with him instead of sitting here and asking me for help. HAHAHAH!

Show him you're not afraid to take initiative. Guys like who you describe value assertive yet supportive women.

#isa's rambles #isa's ramblings #asks #ask

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