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thylacinetears · 4 months

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@dronepikachu's GeminiTay Appreciation Week Day 2: Interactions with hermits

Buying Books and Bullying Bdubs

In which a tour of iBuy allows Gem to engage in her favourite activity - annoying Bdubs.

I basically never do these challenges but I love Gem and I figured I'd give it a try for once! No guarantees I'll do any more past this day - I prefer to take my time writing things. But who knows?

I'm also not sure if I'll post this to ao3, because that would mean everyone on tumblr would see my account and vice versa… But oh well. Hope you enjoy it!

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"Alright, welcome to iBuy!" Impulse exclaimed with a smile. He opened the door and stepped aside. "After you."

"Thank you!" Gem replied. "I'm so glad you were able to give me a tour, I would be so lost in this place otherwise."

"Hey, anything for my upstairs neighbour. Now, the elevator is over here... What was it you needed again?"

"Just some enchanted books. My tools are looking a bit worse for wear with the latest additions to my base. I've been building up a bit of a chest monster, too!" she said, with a self-conscious laugh. "Please don't tell Pearl, she won't be happy."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now, books are on floor 2, that's… already selected, so you don't need to spin the selector or press the button."

"So I just go in?"

"Yup! Except, oh, watch your head, it's only two blocks tall-"

"Oh, thanks for the warning. Yeah, that's a little too short for my antlers, they're at full growth at the moment."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think about that when I designed it… I thought it just had to be tall enough for Doc and Mumbo! I can try to-"

"Oh, it's fine, I just have to duck a little. See? It's all good."

Gem ducked into the elevator and felt the bubble current bring her up. She held her hand above her head to stop her antlers from hitting the top, and then stepped out of the elevator. Impulse followed her a few seconds after, coming out of the elevator with a practiced jump.

"Ah, what good timing! Impulse, I think I may have broken your redstone," shouted a familiar voice from the other side of the room.

"Hey, Bdubs," replied Impulse, fondly shaking his head. "What have you done this time?"

"A 'Hello' might have been nice, Bdubs. Didn't your mom teach you good manners?" asked Gem in mock offence.

"Okay, sorry, sorry! Good afternoon Gem, good afternoon Impulse, can you please fix your shop, I've been trying to get it to work all morning."

"Alright, let me see. Be with you in a moment, Gem." Impulse walked over to observe his machine, and Gem sidled up to Bdubs.

"Hey, Bdubs. I have a question for you," she said, a cheeky smile forming on her face. She could sense an opportunity forming, and if there was one thing Gem was never going to do, it was miss out on an opportunity to annoy Bdubs.

"Sure, what is it?"

"So, when we talked about your height the other day, you mentioned that you sometimes count your shoes and hair in the equation. Is that correct?"

"Uh, yeah. Doesn't everyone? It's a perfectly normal thing to do."

His voice had taken on a slightly defensive tone, as it always did whenever the topic of his height was mentioned. The fact that she could faintly hear Impulse chuckling in the background probably didn't help things. Gem made sure to speak in her most innocent voice - no point getting him riled up before she could say her point.

"See, I had to be a bit careful when I was using the elevator before, as Impulse didn't quite make it tall enough for my antlers at full growth. So, I was wondering - if you count hair and shoes as part of height, you've gotta count my antlers, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess." Bdubs looked at Gem suspiciously, but before he could say anything else he was interrupted by Impulse.

"I think I found your problem, Bdubs." Bdubs and Gem moved closer into the shop, and Impulse continued. "So, unlike the other shops, you don't actually put the diamonds in the same place as the items. You put the diamonds in this barrel here, and then get the books. You see?"

"Oh, right. Like that shop Doc and Ren had last season, I remember." Bdubs picked up three enchanted books, and grinned. "Thanks, Impulse. That's all I needed. What about you, Gem?"

"I'll just take some efficiency and unbreaking books," replied Gem, depositing her diamonds in the barrel. "It'll take me a while to get through those, I think."

"Take an extra one if you like, as a 'welcome to iBuy' gift. Anyway, what was all this I heard about what counts as height?" asked Impulse.

"Well, you said the elevator was tall enough for Doc and Mumbo. So, wouldn't that make me the tallest Hermit, counting my antlers? Right, Bdubs?"

"I mean - yeah, I guess it would..." Bdubs acknowledged.

"So, we might just have to crown Gem as the tallest Hermit, is what I'm hearing," said Impulse.

"Yeah, I think so," agreed Bdubs, nodding his head. "Hey, I could even try to get you an actual crown if you like, I'm sure I've got a spare one hanging around. I've got some experience in crowning people, y'know."

"Sure, I'd love that!" Gem smiled sweetly, and tried her best to hold in her laughter before delivering her final blow. "If you could reach my head."

"HEY!"

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Hope you liked it! If you're wondering what I headcanon their heights as for this fic: Impulse is 5'7-8 ish Bdubs is 5'10, and almost 6 feet with shoes on and his hair spiked up (I think that the short jokes are even funnier when he's not actually that short!) Doc is 6'5 if you count goat horns, and 6'3 if you don't Mumbo is 6'5 Gem is 5'6, but her antlers make her 6'6 and technically the tallest hermit!

Also, Bdubs really has (jokingly) insisted that hair & shoes count as part of his height, I think it's somewhere in here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj1iI7djozY

#geminitay appreciation week #geminitay #hermitcraft fanfic #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv #hermitcraft

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sparatus · 4 months

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Slides "shaking hands" and "dust motes" across your table for the micro stories, please 👀?

oho i can do rude things with these thank you :3

micro story prompts

15. trembling hands and 32. dust motes - Tibero Quentius, Nautilea Victrilianus (Bad End)

Everything had fallen apart.

Nautilea had never liked it when her Tippi was upset. There was something wrong about it, a great big man who was always so calm and patient while she raged and shrieked her pain to the stars suddenly breaking down into deep, painful sobs. He wasn't supposed to be the emotional one. She was wild, and he wasn't, and he balanced her fits of emotion with quietly holding her until she was done.

And then the Destiny Ascension was left to die, and Ierian Sparatus burned.

Nautilea watched from the door, blocking the door firmly so nobody but her could see the new councilor cry over a picture of a dead man. Tippi's hands shook as he took down his picture frames, his little knickknacks, all the things that had made the chief ambassador's office his over the years he'd so comfortably been Ierian's right hand, and packed them delicately into a box for their move into the big office right around the corner. He'd been putting this off for weeks already. He'd already taken down Ierian's things out of the big office, given them back to Teia so she'd have more of her husband to remember him by, but he'd been clinging to his own office like a lifeline. If he moved his own stuff over, it made it real, and if it was real, then their friend was dead.

The bone carving Ierian had cut prayers to old gods Tippi didn't know the names of into trembled enough in his hand Nautilea could see it from the door. Her heart twisted. "Tippi, are you sure you want to do this yourself? You could ask Auggie, I'm sure he wouldn't mind..."

He swallowed audibly. "No." Dust motes swirled through the sunlight streaming through the blinds. "No, I... I have to do it, it has to be me."

"Tippi..." She took a few steps into the office, letting the door slide shut behind her. "Tippi, I hate seeing you like this."

"I'll be okay, Nauti. It... it has to get done, I've been putting it off too long." If he noticed her approaching, he didn't acknowledge. Widow's light seemed to be mocking them, bright and cheerful like a lazy summer afternoon instead of one of the worst things they'd ever had to do. The sun was shining, children were playing in the parks down below, and they were packing up so Tibero could take the office his best friend used to hold. "I can't keep pretending forever."

Nautilea hesitated, then finished crossing the room and placed a gentle hand on his arm. His eyes were wet, and his mandibles quivered. "Tibero," she said, voice soft, and when he didn't respond she stepped up close enough to lean against his side. "You're grieving. We're all grieving. Let me... Let me take care of you."

Tippi snuffled, a deep, chest-shaking noise that rattled Nautilea's bones. "You're in charge of the Citadel fleets, Nauti, you have enough on your plate."

Nautilea puffed. "That's my job, though, innit? As your wife." She slid her hand around to grip his other shoulder, wrapping him in a side-hug, and leaned her head against his. "Drake tends the nest, hen protects the brood and the den. You just focus on doing your job, and I'll take care of everything else." She tipped her head to press a kiss to his mandible. "Just let me take care of you, Tippi. Let me protect you, so you don't have to feel this way ever again."

Tippi took a deep breath and set the bone talisman in the box. "You can't protect me from everything, Nauti."

"No." Nautilea pushed her head against his again, and this time he leaned back, and she let her subvocals carry all the grief and pain she didn't know how to express otherwise. "But I can damn well try."

#press conference #wrathoscribbles #ierian's writing #councilor quentius #nautilea victrilianus #canon x oc #ierian's ocs

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signofthestriking · 9 months

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Yes Rouge, thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about DBZ and Just Dance

Sup. I'm the ratman, another lunatic with a blog. Glad you could make it. Lemme ramble about myself for a bit

Disclaimer: Would really recommend you follow this blog with caution if you're a minor. I'm an adult, and while I keep this blog as SFW as I can, I post and reblog adult things at times. Interaction is free and fine, as is this is not a DNI/DNF! Just a caution. And please block the tags #ratman rants and #ratman after dark to be on the safe side. You've been warned!

Blinkies.cafe for all your blinkie needs. #flashing lights will be used on all my posts with blinkies.

Who am I?

Just a filthy queer in his basement with ridiculous spiritual beliefs and mental problems. But we vibin.

As far as names go, ratman or The Boys works just fine.

Bit of an amateur cook. Autism be damned I can work a stove. Not a grill thats scary.

I'm a seamstress when I feel adventurous. It's fun to dress up and cosplay a bit. Would love more time to do DIY shit.

Started T early 2021, top surgery late 2022.

I have cats. I love cats.

System-wise, we're a mixed bag. If you really must know, yes it started because of The Trauma. Although not everything has to do with our childhood lore. The soulbonds certainly don't.

If you guess a kintype of ours correctly I'll send you a Jolly Rancher in the mail /j

What do I post about?

Fandom, of course. Mainly DBZ and Just Dance, some Homestuck, maybe a bit of Undertale. The occasional Fablehaven if I'm really feeling it. Others to pop up as shit filters through my dash.

Fanfiction. Which I write when I feel like it. Will be tagging as #ratman scribbles in the future.

Art. I also draw when I feel like it. Tagged with #ratman doodles

Some serious topics I think are important, in some form or fashion. Will be tagged with #ratman rants if you need to avoid them.

#ratman after dark for anything particularly spicy if ykwim. This gets a lot more use on my sideblog to be fair-

Where else can you find me?

@saffronthreads is the selfship sideblog. 18+ ONLY.

Theres a very inactive system blog at @theboysbevibin too I guess?

Who can interact? Anyone really, unless I hit the block button. But let's just cover some bases.

What I reblog =/= a full endorsement of the post or a full reflection of my beliefs.

Pupgender bi gay demiboy with paw/it pronouns? Fuck yeah. Lesbian men? Friends, all of them. "But they're mocking REAL-" I don't give a fuck. Transspecies? Hell yeah friends, sorry there's some shitty people trying to steal that term-

Trans-BPD? Nah I don't think so. If you're really of the mindset that you "should" have a disorder you don't have, or "should" be a race that you aren't a part of already... Put the blog down and re-evaluate. Sorry. These identities play by different rules, you don't just "transition" to another the way you do gender. Also quit stealing terms that ain't yours.

"Oh you're in fandom? Are you pro or anti-" The things I have to say would have them both on my ass. I'm all for fuck-nasty art (yes even THAT immoral shit, yes even if the art doesn't explicitly condemn the immoral shit being depicted). But that ain't something you can just pick up and make. Let alone publish online, or criticize meaningfully. Unless there's a real kid (or otherwise) involved, it ain't the governments business to ban or arrest anyone over fuck-nasty art (and that would lead to WAY too many other problems). Pick better words than pro/anti nonsense, it's 2024. Say "taboo fetish content". Say what you mean.

On that note, if you're really gonna label me as a "proshipper" or an "anti", fine. I'm neither, but I'm not your dad so I can't stop you. But I'm not figuring out whether or not I fit in your DNI, so if you don't like my stances, block me. Or tell me. Idfk something along those lines. I just get real salty about this topic in particular.

#flashing lights #pinned

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catcatb0y · 2 years

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I have a lot of shit going on irl, so I am really sorry to anyone if I come across as crass, rude, or an asshole. I come onto Tumblr in order to escape the shit I am going through irl, so I already have very little patience when I am online.

I whole heartedly support TAG CULTURE and ao3. 'Don't like; Don't read.' I don't read a lot of dark(er) fic, because I don't like it, but it's not my place to tell others what to write. It is my place to block and filter out that content.

Please learn about censorship history before you try to push that as a good thing. Especially on Tumblr. The "they banned tits and everyone freaked out" webbed site. The site regularly mocking unalived and k!lled. Please spell out your intentions, so I can use the blacklist function properly.

1f y0u typ3 l1k3 th1s, c3ns0rsh1p 1s n0t my 3xp3ct4tion, but 1 w1ll r34d 1t 4nd sp34k y0ur l4ngu4g3.

Censorship is, and always has been, a slippery slope. The moment you argue something not being "family friendly" or say "think of the children," step back and remember that the same things have been and are still said about queer existence. It's the same thing that led to the fandom purges not too many years ago.

Please think before you regurgitate very obvious conservative and TERF takes (especially of you claim to be against them). If you are or agree with any TERFs, transmeds (people who say that trans existence is purely medical/trans people need medical intervention to be trans), or ""gender critical"" literally just go away. Science and history are against you.

With that out of the way, I don't blorbopost often (save random bursts of fanart or occasional theories (except currently I have a few vent posts)), but I am a BakuDeku fan.

Before that, though, I am a Bakugou fan. I care more about his development, treatment, and character more than I care about his importance to/part in any ship (which is unfortunately even more rare in newer fandom)

If you post jokes or memes about the current Hero Academia spoilers, deadass just block me right now. I don't want to see [redacted] and I don't fucking care. Even if it's just a softblock (assuming I follow you), I'm done. I don't want that shit on my dash.

Otherwise, I'm into a myriad of different shows (mostly anime), but I think I'm honestly done with fandom as a whole? Never be afraid to fandomtalk with me though! I'm very open to asks and DMs and post replies! This post is very harsh, because it's made after dealing with most of the shit I talk about, but I really am nice and approachable as long as you don't come into my house with terminally online takes calling me terminally online.

It's sad and pathetic.

Other than that, I (usually) don't reblog guilt-trip or anger-activist posts with the intention of agreeing with them. There are a lot of issues out in this world today, and nobody has the ability to care about them all. We certainly don't have the power, and 'privilege' isn't some Pokemon game of type weaknesses; it's a case by case issue at best and it can be easily weaponized.

My last pinned post had a better description, but honestly I've just started unfollowing people who guilt trip too much. I come here for fun.

I don't fuck with reactionary bullshit. Please stop and think for five fucking seconds. This is the internet, we have that luxury, and yet people seem to throw it out the window at the nearest chance.

Also if you make fun of (me specifically, but anyone) for writing long posts, you are cringe. Sorry you can't process more than three sentences, but I can. I keepy posts as nuanced as possible and explore man angles.

If I write too much for you to understand (non native English speakers, neurodivergent people, and anyone who has genuine difficulty reading), I will happily break down my points into smaller groups and discuss each part in a civil manner.

But if you say "I'm not reading that" I am putting your clown shoes on the other side of the door and locking you out of my house. That's cringe. Get better reading skills or go away.

#pinned #about me #this one is updated!

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clovercoin · 2 years

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Hi, I'm a bit confused and can't find any page where this is mentioned - are pillowings a closed species? Who can make new pillowings? (alternatively, can you give a link to the rules regarding pillowings?)

EEEE I LOVE TO SHARE ABOUT PILLOWINGS!!!

First are the rules. AHEM.

Any of my adoptables can be gifted, traded, or resold without any limits.

Please contact me ahead of time if you would like to discuss purchase of commercial rights for an adopt I made.

I do not approve of the use of my artwork and adopts as crypto/nft/anything block chain related.

Now more fun stuff, Anyone can make a pillowing! YEP. LITERALLY ANYONE CAN MAKE A PILLOWING (Or cloverse species).

We register pillowings because they use to be a closed species, I have since removed the term from my community as it no longer applies. Registered pillowings and lintlings get to participate in group activities, prompts, the discord art trade game, and get the chance for free artwork from me!

Registering your pillowings is also just a really wonderful way to help the community and the CloverCoin owners to fund events, afford to take time off to work on the group, and just keep our bills paid so we can make more Clo content!

Sorry for our mess! We're currently stuck on Deviantart for the group and the masterlist where we register pillowings and lintlings.

I really wanted to move onto Lorekeeper type website to centralize it, but I sadly don't know how to do that on my own. And my husband Prov says he would much prefer to make a website himself for our own security. (As you can see, we are harassed often!) So we're just waiting on him to get that up and running for the mods and I to test out.

Otherwise here is the pillowings feature list with a ton of traits we regularly see in the pillowing species! Feel free to check out the masterlist for all the pillowings who are registered, so many creative designs in there it's INCREDIBLE.

We sell tons of pillowings (already registered with the group) on CloverCoin Deviantart page and CloverCoin Toyhouse! So if you want a premade one, no worries are have awesome selections.

Prefer to make one yourself? NO SWEAT. Make a dozen mock ups, share your fun! If you decide, "Wow this 1 pillowing is my favorite, I think I want to make them official?" YOU CAN! You just comment a register form on Deviantart for the mods to add them to the archive.

MYO Slot prices have always stayed the exact same since pillowings were introduced as an adoptable species~

Common - $25

Uncommon - $30

Rare - $40

Very Rare - $50

Special - $200

The feature tiers of customization trickle down. So if you purchase a Very Rare myo slot, you get to use Very rare, rare, uncommon, and common traits of your choice on the pillowing design. There are no limits on how many features, what colors you use, anything like that.

Loving the idea of pillowings so far? JOIN OUR DISCORD! We have a creative community that started out as Clo Adoptable Server but now it's more of an art share/open chat for anyone who wants to hang out. C: We love adopts, we love pillowings, & we don't allow anti harassment in server. (Bonus we have oldies NSFW zone for the adults to relax in.)

#clovercoin #clover coin #ajarting #pillowing #pillowings #adopt #adopts #adoptable #adoptables

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tempobrucera · 2 years

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Damiano for no 63, with angst and fluff please

Thank you, nonnie :)

Prompt List I Taglist

If you use anything out of my writing or feel inspired by it, you ask or you link back to the fic. Thank you. If you don't, you're blocked from now on. ***

"What are you doing here?" The question slips out before you can hold back, before you even have the front door opened completely.

Damiano looks at you with a mock hurt expression on his face, shakes his head and squeezes himself past you into your flat: "Making your evening better, obviously."

Looking after him, you notice that he put some proper clothes on. Blazer, button down, a pair of dark jeans, even some dress shoes. It makes you feel like you're underdressed to a party no one invited you to which is taking place in your own living room. Only dressed in your oversized hoodie that almost reaches your knees, your underwear and probably still a few tears in your lashes, you follow him.

"How do you know?", you ask him. All of them knew that you would have a date tonight but Damiano is the one you didn't tell that the guy cancelled when you just closed the door behind you to leave. Neither did you tell him about the person that stood you up two weeks ago having you waiting in a restaurant for ages, or that Victoria and Thomas both showed up at your table for two pretending terribly to be friends that are so very sorry to be so awfully late or that you cried because you felt so stupid and unlovable when the two of them brought you home. Maybe you just don't want his pity, maybe you don't want the hug as a consolation price, not from him. Maybe it's just that things are a little bit weird between you, since you made out together three weeks ago. Thomas walking in on you, trying to be decent covering his eyes and never bringing it up again. More awkward is just that Damiano and you also never talked about it afterwards, getting you back into the dating pool, clearly failing.

"Vic texted me", he gives you a small smile while sitting down on your worn couch, "She said you could probably need some cheering up from someone else this time."

"She told you about that one too, hmm?" Don't look at him, you tell yourself. Instead you play with the strings of your hoodie, looking at your own fingers.

"Yes, doesn't matter now though." Silence. More silence. "I reserved a table, so if you want to change, otherwise I'm gonna take you out like this."

You almost laugh at it, just almost: "Sure", you say. "And ... thanks, really."

When you are dressed to go out again, you already feel more at ease again. Damiano offering his arm to link your arms together walking to the trattoria he chose almost makes you beam. You get a table in a quite corner and it's the first time that you think that the evening might not be as terrible anymore. Picking drinks is easy, picking food not so much. How are people able to decide with so much choice? In the end, you're between two dishes but you still can't decide when your waitress approaches again.

"Have you decided what you would like to have?", she asks. Smiling at you first, then looking at him.

"Yes", Damiano answers and you shake your head at him slightly, "We're taking whatever two dishes the beautiful lady here wants and can we have bruschetta as a starter, please?"

You order and he answers your question before you can even ask: "If you can't decide, we can just share."

It's easy after this, you talk a lot, no akward silence. Places you want to see, dishes you failed to cook lately, something you both watched recently, stuff from band practice you only understand partly sometimes when you're honest and before you know it, your starter is long gone and you're half way through your main already.

It almost feels like a proper date when he takes your hand on the table. "I wrote a new song."

"Oh?" You wish, you could hide your excitement but it's hard and you know that you're failing when you see his smug smile.

"Yes, I wrote a song about a tortilla." The first two seconds you think that you lost your mind because what did you just hear but there's no time to overthink it further. "Actually, it’s more of a wrap."

"What?" There's so much confusion going on in your brain, before you can process what was just said and then when you get it, you just laugh. You have to laugh so loud that one of the patrons at the bar is looking over at you. "Did you really just say that?"

"I know, it's a bad one but ... I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh at one of my jokes before." Just now you notice that he's still holding your hand, "So I had to get creative here."

"Where the hell did you get that from?"

He plays with one of the rings on your hand: "Ethan. Victoria and Thomas almost pissed themselves, laughed like little pre-schoolers. So I thought, I try if it works on you and it did."

The rest of the evening passes by far too quickly for your likening. Somehow you coax him into ordering dessert as well, sometimes holding hands while eating. Now you're sure that you're beaming.

When the waitress is getting your bill, Damiano chuckles slightly: "I have another joke, if you want to hear it?"

"Bring it!" Now you're at least prepared for what's to come.

"What did one dish say to the other?", he asks.

"You tell me."

"Dinner is on me!"

This time you at least try not to laugh but you give in fairly quick, you have to admit and now both of you're laughing: "Did you just tell me that dinner is on you?"

"Yes, I'm paying", he looks at you, holding your hand once again, "You had a shit evening, just let me make it better, even when I just pay for your food."

"I had a pretty good evening, actually." You're not going to deny him hearing that, even though it looks like someone is trying to fish for compliments.

When you're leaving he links your arms together again, you talk and laugh so much that you don't realise where you are actually walking to until you stay in front of his house instead of your own building.

"I'm sure I have more wine", all of a sudden he looks a bit unsure but only for the fraction of a second, "Also the cats would love to see you, and I wouldn't mind looking at you for a little while longer as well."

"Damiano." He wasn't this close to your face a moment ago, you're sure of this. Just before his lips touch yours, there's an annoying noise coming from your jacket. Your phone vibrating in your pocket, a few times in a row.

You sigh, but you still get it, looking at your messages. You almost start laughing again while answering.

Thomas

hope your evening was good in the end? :)

if it wasn't, i'm sorry and it was 1000% vics fault

i hope i'm not interrupting anything

again

i'm interrupting again, aren't i?

fuck.

sorry.

You just write back What are you on about, Vic wrote him? and YES! YOU ARE!

The answer comes so fast, you don't even have time to fill in the blanks for Damiano.

i nicked her phone, he wouldn't have listened to me

SORRY!!!!!! don't kill me i still want to live a few more years

gonna leave you alone. have fun!

Damiano is standing behind you, when you put your phone away, apparently still being able to see the last name in your messages.

"This boy", he grumbles, "Honestly, can he just not for once?"

Now you do have to laugh again: "Did you notice that wasn't Vic? He got you to mine in the first place, you better say thank you to him. Not now though, now you kiss me."

"Should've known, it really sounded too nice", he says. Looking at you and pulling you a little bit closer, "Now I kiss you?"

"Yes, and then I'm going to say hi to the cats while I get more wine and maybe - maybe more kisses."

This time around there's no interruption for once.

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Taglist: @teatrodellavita, @teenyweenynightghost, @findaqueenwithoutaking, @its-afucking-mess, @maneskinbrainrot, @writingmaneskin, @ethaneskin, @maneskin-dimensione, @l0standn0tf0und

I had fun but I have the feeling I cannot write Damiano. Sorry <3 Thank you for all the lovely prompts as well, I'm gonna get to some of them on the weekend, hopefully, after I posted something else that's a bit overdue 👀 Look at me writing blurbs ... 1k words later, what happened. Also me trying to write fluff ... Look at these idiots.

#maneskin fiction #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin x reader #damiano david x reader #damiano david blurb #maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #blurbs #damiano #fanfiction #my writing #:all.#:writing.

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miraculouscontent · 2 years

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Look, I get that you (and a lot of Adrien salters) don't like the double standards that Adrien stans have, but it really seems like it's getting to be to the point where you act like Marinette shouldn't be criticized at all, and gets bothered whenever someone does. Not everybody who has problems with her is an Adrien stan you know.

If you’d like to point me to where I’ve said that Marinette should never be criticized, feel free, but if you just came to my blog to project an opinion onto me that I have never stated, then that’s not okay and I suggest you either leave or block me to save yourself from being exposed to me rather than feeling the need to tone police.

I have been very, extremely, ridiculously clear how I feel about criticism towards Marinette. I don’t like seeing it because I feel like the show does it enough, and if I feel like I have something to say about said salt that I disagree with, I’ll do so, but otherwise I don’t care when other people do it.

If people don’t like her, that’s fine, and I can see multiple valid reasons for not doing so.

We make fun and mock the double standard Adrien stans have, and when I see anons talk about the double standards they’ve seen, that’s what we’re talking about.and that’s what we point out. Nothing more, nothing less, and debating what an Adrien stan is or isn’t is pointless because everyone has different definitions. For me, it’s that double standard.

I use a blocklist and a blacklist, I don’t go seeking out salt or takes I disagree with, so acting as if I’m bothered literally whenever someone criticizes Marinette is an exaggeration at best and an insult at worst.

If I act a certain way, that’s your opinion. I understand that text is difficult to read tone in and my tone can come off snarky/sarcastic and aggressive a lot of the time (of which I do not have to explain to you, but I’ll just say that I can tell you’re new). You could easily have asked me if I believe Marinette should never be criticized (rather than saying I act like it which is incredibly vague and unhelpful) and I would say, “no.” I’ve been given no reason to care how I “act” to you because I’m here to please the people who like my content and it’s as simple as that.

You’ve come here with this notion that I believe that anyone who criticizes Marinette is an Adrien stan, and I would’ve hoped you’d have more class than to imply that I’m an idiot who doesn’t know that. If you have to add in that last sentence with the “you know,” and saying that I’m “acting” a certain way, is merely your way of sugarcoating your point and behaving as if you’re in the right but feigning gentleness about it, which I do not appreciate.

People can criticize Marinette and I don’t believe every one of them is an Adrien stan. If you think otherwise then I see no point in furthering this conversation because your mind has already been made up and I have no desire for a pointless back-and-forth.

#category: salt #salt: fandom #other: ask and answer #delater

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fushilovebot · 3 years

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TAKE ME QUEEN!

gojo satoru

SMUT!ROYAL AU

wherein gojo satoru is a wanted thief captured and thrown beneath your foot to beg for forgiveness— but then things took a different turn.

he was dragged across the floor and thrown at someone's foot.

gojo satoru struggled to hoist himself, cold metal chains restraining his wrists and feet.

"you may all leave." you ordered the knights. watching as they kneel before slipping through the door.

and now it was just you two.

"satoru." you called the male who refused to meet your eyes. he sits with both knees facing the floor, head tilted to the side with his eyes closed.

gojo has always been a stubborn male.

you hummed amused, moving one of your feet to position it under his chin. you forced the male to look at you.

"you dare to disrespect your queen?" you exclaimed, not threateningly, rather the tone indicated in your voice was more teasing than offended.

slowly, gojo opens his eyes. revealing his jewel-like orbs, his lips part. "oh my!" he exclaimed with a look of shock.

"i would never! how dare i, a lowly townfolk, ever do such an obscene act! i sincerely apologize if my actions have made you come to that conclusion. offending the "oh-so-kind-and-loving" queen was never my intention! oh, please forgive me your highness!" the male feigned innocence. batting his lashes mockingly as a shit-eating grin played along the ends of his lips.

deciding to play along, you rose a brow. retracting your foot and pressing your back on the throne. with a deep sigh, you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "indeed! who would be so brazen as to steal one of the "oh-so-loving-and-kind" queen's precious belongings!"

gojo hums. "who would do such a thing!"

you nod. "the bravest of the bravest!"

he opens his mouth, letting his jaw drop and eyes widen. acting as if he was in utter shock and disbelief. "the bravest of the bravest!" gojo agreed.

you press your lips into a thin line. looking like you were thinking for a good few seconds before doing an expression of realization. "perhaps it was gojo satoru!"

the male then proceeds to look shocked again. gasping he says, "gojo? satoru? but that handsome fellow is innocent!"

"an innocent criminal?" you retort fabricating a look of confusion.

"a criminal who likes playing innocent!" gojo replies with a proud smile.

"indeed!" you agree with a chuckle.

but then the male continues, "much like you!" he laughs.

"much like me!" you laugh along before rising to your feet.

you kept your eyes on the male as he did with you. looking directly at each other with piercing gazes amidst the thick tension that surrounded you two.

"dearest gojo." you called, walking toward the restrained male.

"dearest y/n." he mocked, watching as you near him. walking elegantly in that stupid red dress that hugged your curves.

you stopped just in front of the male, looking down at him. "aren't you acting too brave for your own good?"

gojo flashes a smile. "am i really?"

you bend down to his height. eyes still boring holes to one another. "what a naughty criminal you are."

nose touching, gojo remained unfazed. "and what a dirty whore you are." he inches closer in an attempt to dominate you. but of course, you refused to back down.

drawing closer, your eyes unconsciously flicker down to his body. all bruised on his beautiful snow skin with blossoming shades of dark blue and purple, a ruined shirt that barely passed the requirements of what needed to be covered. you licked your drying lips, warmth overcoming your body as you brought your eyes back to his ocean orbs.

was it your clothes or was it gojo that made you feel all hot and sweaty?

but it wasn't just you who felt burning. gojo was panting too.

you can see it in his eyes and feel it in his hot breaths.

the spark that connected your eyes and the attraction that closed the gap between your bodies— and all of a sudden, both of your lips were intertwined in a short peck. both pulling away before quickly diving right back in.

gojo opened his eyes. your lips were softer than anything he's ever known, soft like cotton candy melting in his tongue as your sweet taste invades his senses.

he knows this is wrong. he knows he shouldn't be enjoying this and he knows he was supposed to be against you. but it felt too damn good.

you tasted so good. so addicting. the taste of your honey-coated teeth and sugary sweet lips made him want you more.

you peel away from the kiss, a lone string of saliva attached to both of your tongues. panting, breathless.

you stared at gojo his eyes still closed, seeming to process what had happened. brows furrowed and tinted ears. lifting a hand, you gently place it on the male's heaving chest. dragging it down at a painfully slow pace as you pressed your forehead against his.

lips grazing on one another, "aren't you all hot and heavy." you murmur. and gojo shivers at the combination of your lips moving against his and your hand making its way to his exposed abs.

the male clicked his tongue, snapping his head to the side. "don't act like you weren't the one who initiated it." he exclaimed, flustered.

you hummed in amusement, eyes glinting with mischief as you shifted to his ear. "and don't act like you did not like it." you whispered.

the male scoffs, "as if!" he rolled his eyes.

"yet your body says otherwise." moving your hand to his hair. "it's bad to lie to yourself, gojo."

gojo shrank. he was so mad and disappointed in himself, embarrassed even. why? because he had only realized that he has a huge ass boner right now.

he was so confused. why was he turned on right now? and out of all the people that could've made him hard it was one of the people he hates the most! out of all the people it was you!

out of words, gojo stays silent. embarrassed and speechless while you let out a light laugh that crushed his already shattered ego.

you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. "do you want this, gojo?" with your free hand you clear his face of stray strands of hair that covered his beauty.

gojo remained silent. internally debating whether he wanted this to stop or not. though without even knowing, his head moves from side to side.

he did not want to stop.

you smile. using your thumb to part his lips once more. "stick your tongue out." you ordered and he gradually did as told.

"very good." you praised, tapping his cheek before going in. lacing your tongues concurrently in a steamy dance. grunts and moans occasionally escaping as you tug on the male's lustrous white locks. brows knitted together in the heat of the passionate kiss.

peeling away, you placed a wet kiss right under his jaw. gently sucking and nipping before using your tongue to soothe the mark that mad been placed. you grin against his smooth skin, now guiding the male to lay back while you drag your tongue all the way down to his abs. ( leaving marks all over as well. )

gojo groans, goosebumps arising as he jolts at the sensation of your soft lips on his clothed bulge. the male twitched, his fingers trembling and toes curling as he struggled from the pain of not getting to feel you.

you gave his clothed member a peck. rubbing it and watching in entertainment as it throbs in need.

"please.." you heard a small whimper, looking up you were met with a new face. a new expression and a new side of gojo.

"please..." he repeats with pleading eyes and a quivering mouth.

and somehow this side of gojo seemed to drive you insane.

deciding to tease the needy male, you shift to his face. "please what?" you grab his chin to hold his head in place.

eye to eye with lustful gazes, both drowning in their immoral desires.

gojo whines. "don't do this to me, y/n."

you rose a brow. "whatever do you mean?" flashing the male a smile.

the male swallowed. "please take me, queen."

though his voice was faint, barely heard, and almost a whisper. you decide to not prolong the teasing, after all, your patience was running low too.

"i hear you." you smile. placing a chaste kiss on his cheekbone— then licking his bottom lip before inserting your tongue inside his wet cavern. exploring his everything, you open his mouth. a string of saliva connected with your separation. gathering some spittle, you spat in the male's mouth.

gojo eagerly swallows your spit. and you smile in satisfaction, watching the cocky male crumble beneath you.

half-lidded eyes, lips ajar, and gasping for air with the mixture yours and his spit rolling down his chin. the chains that restrained him were only a bonus.

maybe you did have a corruption kink.

tracing the love bites you've planted all over his body. you feel gojo shudder under your touch.

'pretty things are always the best.' you thought as you moved down to his throbbing cock.

gojo tries to look at you. however, all of a sudden, his vision was blocked.

"relax, gojo." he heard you say. "i know it irks you to see someone you hate do these to you."

'but i want to see you.' he inwardly replied. yet no words escaped his mouth, instead, a silent moan was what he did. arching his back and grinding his hips, gojo attempts to move against the chains. veins popping and blood running cold with sweat dripping down his forehead.

and you only watched him struggle. swirling your tongue on his swollen tip that leaked precum. you squeezed your legs together, trying to pleasure yourself as you gawk at gojo.

'somehow the blindfold made everything dirtier and hotter.'

dragging your tongue along the side of his shaft, sucking on the visible veins before you settle him whole inside your mouth.

"don't stop," he mumbles, all breathy and hoarse.

though, you were getting needy too. stopping momentarily, you hastily removed all the clothes that seemed to be a hindrance right now. letting your dress fall to the floor and tossing your undergarments to wherever.

you moved to sit on the male's face, your thighs clamping his cheeks. gojo seemed to understand what you wanted, revealing his tongue. he begins with a slow teasing lick from your clit to your folds. you moaned against his dick, vibrations driving him insane.

gojo pokes his tongue out, thrusting it in your little hole that twitched while you hissed in pleasure. butterflies erupting and the fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach tingling. you proceed to choke on his dick. deepthroating the male and pumping his shaft, your tongue working miracles while you suck and gag.

it was torture for gojo. it felt so wrong to do it with you, but he couldn't help it. it felt too good.

how do i stop?

you were like a succubus. i can't get enough of you.

how do i stop?

it should be a sin to feel this good, i feel like i'm in cloud nine.

how do i stop?

you taste amazing. so delicious, that i'm desperate for more.

how do i stop?

your skin melts in my tongue like sweet vanilla candy drizzling in my tip, i just can't get enough.

how do i stop?

i want to explore everything about you. inside-out.

how do i stop?

i don't want to stop.

gojo groans in your pussy. spelling the word 'sinful' and 'pleasure' with his tongue. fortunately, you were too distracted by the incredible sensation to even realize what he was doing.

the 'blindfold' that covered his vision was annoying him. it felt uncomfortable and he wanted to see you.

you were nearing your climax and you knew gojo was too. he was twitching around your mouth so much.

taking him out of your mouth with a pop, you move away from gojo. the male confused with his tongue out. your ungodly fluids coating his tongue.

"i want to see you..." he says, voice strained.

you smile, crawling on top of the male. your pussy aligned to his member. wordlessly, you remove the blindfold from the male.

gojo's breathing hitched, unable to open his eyes for a few moments.

a chuckle left your lips. grinding on his member, you savored the way gojo would wriggle underneath you. the way he would whine and plead for your teasing to stop.

and you would only smile in response. "i hear you." leaning in to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss, you insert his cock in your treasured novelty. the warmth of your pussy wrappig around him as his veins hit every corner of your velvety walls.

heavy breathing bouncing through the walls, screaming, and moaning. legs shaking, hip thrusting, tongue flicking, deep stroking.

the night was long, but not longer than the hours you and gojo fucked.

end.

#jjk smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #gojo smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Old Flame, New Problems

Prompt: You’re in a serious relationship with Sebastian Stan, when news from your first love, Hayden Christensen, informs you that he’s now single and in need of a friend. Will your old flame burn out or will the flames get fanned and consume you?

Word Count: 2263

Warning: language, angst, fighting (verbal), drama

Notes: This idea came to me when news hit about Hayden and Rachel splitting. Of course I’m sad that a long time relationship such as theirs is ending, but it also means he’s single sooo…I’ve been wanting to write a “true” Hayden fic for a while.

Also, no hate towards Rachel. I don’t know her, don’t know what really happened between them, etc. It’s a fic and in no way reflects what I think of either of them or their precious daughter ^.^

I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten anything out to y’all. I’ve been busy every weekend with parties, birthdays, and other stuff. This was written but I kept editing it. But it’s a pretty long fic sooo…here we go! Thanks a million to my patient and lovely beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Forever Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr @kaeling

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @memory-of-a-goldfish @mellsstark

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“I hate you,” you whispered angrily.

In front of you was a mocking blinking cursor on a blank Word document. The deadline for five short stories were coming up for you to be added to a book of short love stories and so far, for three weeks, no inspiration had struck. Nothing. Zero. Zilch.

Writer’s block was one thing, but you’d fallen into this black hole that was devoid of creativity. You had tried the parks, watching movies, reading other people’s work…But nothing…

With a goan and a sigh, you shut your lid to your laptop and got up. The apartment was a bit of a wreck since you had been so busy trying to pull some sort of inspiration from somewhere. In an attempt to just completely forget about writing at all, you decided to work around the apartment.

First was the master bathroom - you deep cleaned it. Scrubbing the sink, shower, and toilet. Hand scrubbed the floors. Organizing the cabinets. Then you moved onto the master bedroom. In there, you changed the bedding, organized and cleaned the night stands, dusted everything, and swept. You continued your festival of deep cleaning throughout the apartment until everything was spotless. This took all morning and a little into the afternoon.

Grabbing your keys and purse to head out to pick up some groceries, your phone rang.

“Hey, babe!” you greeted happily while you leaned on the island in the kitchen.

“Hey! We took lunch, so thought I’d give you a call,” Sebastian stated on the other side of the phone. “How’s the writing coming?”

“It’s not,” you informed in an annoyed grumble.

“Nothing yet?” he asked, mild shock in his voice.

“No,” you sighed.

“Well keep at it,” he tried.

“Actually, I’ve been cleaning, trying to not think of it. You know, the old thing where if you don't’ think about it, it’ll come to you. I’m about to go out and get something for dinner what would you like?”

You heard Sebastian laugh away from the phone, and say something indecipherable before putting the phone back near his face.

“Seb?” you tried again.

He was still chuckling a little bit when he answered, “I’m sorry, what?” Immediately after he asked though, another loud ripple of laughter left him.

You sighed and slightly rolled your eyes. You didn’t mind Sebastian having fun, but you hadn’t seen him for about six months due to filming all over and premieres and interviews for I, Tonya. He had just gotten back two weeks ago, and was already at another small table read for another movie today. The two of you didn’t have a lot of time together this whole year, and now you have five minutes on the phone and he couldn’t even give you his full attention.

“I’ll just let you go,” you solemnly said, admitting defeat.

After a second, he finally returned. “Hmm? Oh. Alright. Have fun! I hope the writing gets better. Love you, bye!”

“Love you too. Bye.”

You hung up, dropped your phone in your purse, and shook your head.

Two years together. You lived together, and yet, you hardly ever saw each other.

In the two weeks he’d come back, he’d been entirely aloof, nearly ignoring you. Dinners together he was entirely entranced in his phone, texting, reading, calling. If he wasn’t ignoring you for his phone, he was otherwise disregarding you for something else. Friends, sleep, anything. You were barely there to him and it was really starting to hurt and wear on you.

Snuffing out the thoughts, you decided not to dwell on it. He was happy, having fun, and that’s all that mattered. You left the apartment and went shopping.

—————–

Once you returned with two armfuls of groceries, you sat to work on a nice meal for Sebastian. You knew how he hated eating out all the time so you thought this would be a good change of pace. Not to mention it might demand some new attention.

After all the goods were stowed away in their rightful place, you set to work on the meal. You decided to do dessert first, to let it set and chill. Raspberry tiramisu coming up!

Next was the lasagna. Your mom’s award winning recipe. You had never had a lasagna as good as hers…ever. There was so much cheese and flavor, with a little bit of a kick to it. Your mouth was watering just thinking of it. After the messy ordeal of making it, you cleaned up your countertops, popped the divine dish in the oven, and began making the garlic cheese bread. Finally, the salad. The veggies were rinsed, chopped, and tossed, it was just awaiting the dressing.

Everything was coming together. You sat the dining room table with a white linen cloth, the one you only pulled out for incredibly special occasions, and set the table. A plate on each end, a napkin with silverware on the side, two glasses on each end - one for wine and one for water. You fluffed the bouquet you’d picked up on the way back from the store and lit two candles in crystal candelabras. It was a romantic dinner fit for royalty.

As you were putting the finishing touches on everything, your phone rang. You picked up your phone and saw the caller ID and frowned.

“Hello?” you answered with a high inflection, confused as to why this person was calling.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no talk,” Hayden greeted on the other end. Immediately you knew something was wrong. His voice was doing that thing were it sounded like he was trying not to laugh and cry, which usually meant he was faking a happy tone over sadness.

“Hey, Hayden,” you responded lightly. “Yeah, haven’t talked to you since your birthday, which still weirds me out that you share a birthday with my brother,” you noted with a laugh. When you didn’t hear much of a reply on the end, you asked, “Everything okay?”

After a moment of quiet, which made you worry, he answered, “Uh…No…No it’s not…Could you come see me?”

The wind was sucked out of your lungs.

You hadn’t seen Hayden in years. Probably about six years since you’d physically seen each other. Other than that, it was Christmas cards every year, a text on Thanksgiving, and a phone call for each other’s birthday.

Hayden was your first love, and why wouldn’t he be? You dated for five years from the time you were twenty. He was a budding young star in New York for interviews and press, and you were and up and coming writer at NYU. At that time, you were working on screenplays and you had caught the attention of some producers on Broadway, the only person in your entire class to get work that prestigious while still attending. Your paths crossed through mutual friends and your worlds eclipsing, you had met each other and fallen in love.

“Uh…Where are you?” you questioned, tracing lines in the marble countertop mindlessly.

“Toronto. Please? I need a friend.”

“What’s going on, Hay?” you asked in a serious tone, your worry settling even further.

“Rachel and I…uh…we split up and I really don’t want to be alone. She’s out in LA with Briar Rose and…” He stopped, probably to keep himself from crying.

This news hit you like a ton of bricks. They would be the last couple in the world you would’ve thought would get separated.

You bit your lip in thought. “Hayden, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea…”

“Please?” he begged again, so much emotion in his voice it broke your heart.

A moment or two passed while you thought. “I’ll see what I can do,” you acquiesced. This was dangerous…

“Thank you,” he breathed with relief lacing into his voice.

“Any time. Talk to you soon.”

“Thanks. Bye.”

You hung up, took a deep breath, ran your fingers through your hair, and set off toward your laptop.

——————

Throwing shirts and jeans into your suitcase on the bed, Sebastian walked in the door.

“Babe? You here? I’m home!” he called out.

“I’m back here!” you responded, your heart hammering. You knew you’d have to explain your sudden departure, and when he would hear of the reason why, he wasn’t going to be happy.

Sebastian came to the bedroom and saw what you were doing.

“Um…Whatcha doin’?” he asked, concern on his face and in his voice.

You looked up as you continued your path of moving from suitcase to closet, closet to suitcase.

“Packing,” you said simply. “Dinner is in the oven.”

Sebastian stood with a mask of utter confusion and shock on his face. “Where are you going?”

At his question, you stilled, you still had a sweater in your hand as you started to bend down to put it in your suitcase. You sighed and took a deep breath. He needed to know.

“I’m going to see Hayden,” you informed and his eyebrow perked up. “In Canada. He and Rachel are splitting up and he called and asked if I could come up and keep him company.”

“Hayden…as in your ex Hayden?” Sebastian stated. “And you didn’t think to talk to me about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?” you asked as you went back to packing. You went to the bathroom to grab the toiletries and convert them to airplane friendly containers.

Sebastian followed your frenzied body all over the master suite.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe you should ask me before you just head off to your ex’s,” he suggested with sarcasm.

“So I have to ask your permission?” you questioned, a hint of irritation on your voice.

He sighed and threaded his fingers into his hair. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” you questioned with exhaustion.

“Y/N, stop, look at me,” he ordered gently. “Y/N,” he said again. “Y/N,” he repeated with a raised voice as he grabbed you around the upper arms to keep you still. “Stop,” he softly commanded. “Can’t we just talk about this?”

You shrugged and he took it as a yes. He let you go.

“Okay, so he wants you to come up there, why?” he asked firmly.

“He said he needed a friend,” you offered simply with another shrug, shampoo bottle in your hand.

“Doesn’t he have other friends?” he questioned.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Sebastian. I didn’t ask. He sounded really broken up so I told him I’d try to make it up there.”

“Okay…” he started, dragging the word out. “So you’re just going to go up to your ex’s house…alone…who’s recently split up…This doesn’t sound bad to you?” he asked, his brows knitting together.

You sighed. “I know it does. I know you two don’t like each other. But…he needs a friend. Don’t you trust me?”

Sebastian took a moment to answer. “Yes…of course…But I just got back and now you’re leaving. How long are you even going to be up there?”

Again, you shrugged. When it came to Hayden, you didn’t really think. You just jumped in, you dove in head first. He had that sort of power over you where it was hard to deny him anything.

“I’m not sure. Two days, three, maybe a week, I don’t know.”

“Oh well that makes me feel better,” he sarcastically responded. “I don’t like this.”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear. I know how this sounds….But he said he needed me, he needed a friend and I would think you’d be supportive of that,” you tried desperately. Your eyes searched his, but they seemed to be clouded with a million worried thoughts. “Are you honestly worried I would be unfaithful to you?” you questioned. “I would hope after several months away from each other, and the million opportunities I had to cheat on you, I wouldn’t wait for Hayden to call and tell me he’s splitting up to commit infidelity.”

Seb nodded at this. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. Now I need to finish packing, my plane leaves in an hour and a half.”

“Tonight?!”

“Yes. Tonight.”

“Why do you have to leave now?” he demanded.

“I don’t know. I don’t see a reason to wait. Between my writing and you being gone all the time, it’s probably best if I just leave tonight,” you stated, trying to rationalize it.

Sebastian stood stunned as he stared at you.

“Dinner is in the oven, salad is on the table, the dessert is in the fridge,” you informed as you finished packing and zipped up your bag.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to leave?” he asked as you started to get your things gathered and got near the doorway.

“What do you want me to do, Sebastian? Leave tomorrow? What’s the difference? You’ll be at work.”

“Can you at least stay and eat? It seems like you went to a lot of trouble,” he desperately requested, his eyes had a strained look to them.

You shook your head. “No. I really need to go. I’m sorry.” You petted Spinee’s head, the dog Sebastian had adopted a few months before you met, and told him goodbye before kissing his nose. “I love you,” you quietly said as you walked over and hugged him. You kissed him but it felt cold on his side.

A sad smile touched your lips as you left the apartment and headed for the airport.

#old flame new problems #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen x reader

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queercapwriting · 7 years

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hey I don't know if you're taking prompts atm, but if you are could you please write some more nb!alex college au, I love them so much and your writings make me so happy!

(A follow-up to this story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160089660369/pleasee-write-nbalex-in-college-like-could-they )

“Wanna get outta here?” Maggie asks, chuckling at Alex’s banter with their roommate, but also wanting the full attention of this adorable enby.

And it terrifies her.

Her desire.

Her question.

Terrifies her because the only people she’s kissed have been girls in high school who took her underneath the bleachers to make out, only to tell their boyfriends later that she took advantage of them.

Terrifies her because of Eliza Wilke.

Terrifies her because of her father.

But she’s away, now.

Away, for the first time.

And Alex Danvers? This kid hanging out of their window, undercut and tank top and sleeveless vest and and flattened chest and baggy shorts all but screaming their queerness? Their braveness?

Maybe Alex Danvers won’t punish her for her desires.

But at her question, Alex almost topples out of their dorm room window.

Maggie catches them by their stomach, and they both pause at the contact. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so – “

“No, no, it’s… it’s just funny, right? Because usually when someone says ‘you wanna get outta here,’ they mean go home or something, but I am home, so you don’t mean go home, right, you mean go away from my home instead of to it, and it’s just…”

Alex putters like they’ve run out of fuel, and they shrug awkwardly. Adorably.

Maggie’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly, and she chastizes herself harshly. She barely knows Alex.

Doesn’t know them at all.

But their rambling is awkward, and it’s earnest, and earnesty isn’t something Maggie comes across a lot.

“Just what, Danvers?” she helps them out, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s just funny,” Alex finishes, starting to blush, and Maggie hears Lucy sighing dramatically at Alex’s lack of chill inside the dorm.

Maggie gulps and she lowers her eyes to Alex’s lips and she looks away as soon as she realizes she’s done it.

“Your room isn’t the only home on this campus,” Maggie says, her voice low, her voice hopeful.

Alex nearly falls again, and Maggie grabs them again.

Alex opens and closes their mouth helplessly.

“But for now, wanna take a walk?” Maggie grins, hopping down from the window and retrieving her backpack and motorcycle helmet from the ground.

Alex takes nearly a full thirty seconds to stammer a yes, and somehow their rambling makes them more attractive to Maggie. More unassuming. More… earnest. More honest. More genuine.

“Uh – yes, just – uh, can you come around the front entrance? I’m sorry, I – “

“Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. Meet you in a minute. Um – nice to meet you, Lucy!” Maggie raises her voice at the end.

“Have them home by midnight, Sawyer! It’s not a huge campus, I can easily find out where you live!”

“Yes ma’am!” Maggie offers a mock salute. Even though she knows Lucy can’t see her from inside, she knows Alex can, and Alex laughs.

She decides she wants to make Alex laugh as much as she can.

“See you on the other side,” she offers up to Alex, and they nod as they scramble backwards off their windowsill, nearly falling in.

Maggie chuckles to herself once she listens to make sure Alex is okay. She slings her bag over her shoulder and sets off at a jog toward the main entrance of Alex’s dorm.

It takes Alex more than a minute or two to get there.

It occurs to Maggie that they might not come.

That Maggie asking if they wanted to go somewhere – to get outta here – might have been rude to Lucy. Might have been a turn off to Alex.

Because why would someone that attractive want to go anywhere with Maggie anyway? Why would someone that soft want to have anything to do with Maggie, anyway?

Maybe Alex had only said she could come up and sit on their window to be polite.

They seemed like they were a polite person.

Politeness was good. Nice.

Good and nice didn’t deserve Maggie Sawyer.

How could she have been so stupid? So overconfident? How could she have been so –

“Maggie.”

Her stomach backflips at the slightly breathless sound of Alex’s voice, and she turns.

“You’re a lot taller than me,” is the first thing she says, because she couldn’t really tell when they were sitting on the windowsill together. It’s the first thing she says because the shock of Alex actually standing there in front of her, eager and ready to head out… wherever… is so unbelievable.

Alex grins and straightens, puffing out their chest slightly.

“I uh…”

“You don’t have to actually respond to that, it was a stupid comment.”

“No! It wasn’t stupid, I… um… I’m sorry I made you wait. I’m uh…” They glance around and take a deep breath, but Maggie had used their pronouns without hesitation and without any reluctance, and she still wanted to go out with them – go out? were they going out? did this count as going out? – and it feels so good to still, maybe, be wanted, and they want to talk, to share, so badly… “I’m not used to my uh… to my binder yet, it’s uh… I’m still not used to things like uh… hopping out of windows and stuff.”

Maggie grins and nods, giving Alex another once-over with her eyes. “Well, it’s good self-care: you’re not supposed to be all breathless with them on anyway, right?”

“Gonna be hard to be around you while I wear it then,” Alex blurts out softly without thinking, without considering, and Maggie’s breath hitches, and Alex’s face flushes.

“I’m sorry, that was forward, I just meant – “

“No. No, Danvers, I…” She realizes there are tears in her eyes and she’s not quite sure why. She clears her throat and she forces down a gulp. “Where do you wanna go? On campus, off? There’s this pizza joint a few blocks off the SU that I like. Do you like pizza?”

“Isn’t it kinda the law?” Alex chuckles, and starts walking.

Maggie falls into step, and after a quiet moment, Alex offers their arm out for Maggie to hold onto.

“Oh, a gentlehuman,” Maggie laughs, accepting their arm. She looks up at Alex with soft eyes. “Is there a word you prefer? Something less gendered, more?”

“Context,” Alex shrugs. “Right now?” They glance down at Maggie, at her leather jacket and tight jeans and gorgeous, gorgeous hair. “Gentleman would be just fine. I mean, unless you… you’ve only dated girls before? Not that this is a date, I mean – “

“It’s not?” Something’s dancing in Maggie’s eyes, something a lot like that confidence she’d had in her walk when she’d first gotten off her bike. But this is less affected, less defensive. This? This is happiness. This is hope.

“Is it? I mean, do you want it to be? If – I mean, I know it’s not how dates typically happen – “

“What, you mean sitting with a girl on your windowsill, getting egged on by your roommate, and then taking the girl on a walk to a pizza place off campus? That’s not your typical MO, Danvers?”

Alex laughs, and Maggie grins.

“I don’t have an… I mean, I don’t usually – we just met, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to…”

“To what?”

Alex shrugs, stiffening as a group of frat boys laughs their way past them. They glance down at Maggie, whose face is suddenly steel, and Alex decides they like her even more than they already did. They put their arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to their body protectively.

The boys pass, and Alex shifts their arm, unsure of what to do.

“Is that okay?”

Maggie nods with a tight throat and a throbbing heart. Alex keeps their arm around her shoulder.

“You said you’re new here. New to cities. I told you I’d look out for you. I don’t want you to… to think I want anything in return.”

“Except maybe a date,” Maggie deadpans, but she’s smiling and her dimples ease Alex’s worry.

They lapse into a surprisingly comfortable silence, taking in the campus, taking in the football game on one side of the quad, the class being held outside on the other.

“Why would you want to?” Maggie asks after a while.

“Want to what?”

“Look out for me.”

Alex shrugs again. “You don’t seem like you need it. Looking out for. But everyone should have someone. It’s lonely otherwise.”

“Yes,” Maggie says after a long moment, and her tone tells Alex she’s not responding to their comment about loneliness.

“Yes what?” they ask, furrowed brow and nervous heart.

“Yes, this is a date, Danvers,” Maggie grins, and Alex can practically hear Lucy whooping from all the way across campus, can practically hear Kara’s excited squeals when they call her later tonight.

And all these things?

Make them feel like they’re flying.

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