#but apparently you can upload only ten at a time

[neowinestainedress]

can i request a drabble for haechan apparently being shirtless when practicing (i had to sit down when they revealed that in the dream anniv content) any ideas u have about it please just throw them in imfuffhfdghfugkfu//:/:/haechan??1!1!1?1!

w!: practice room sex, public sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, implied ‘haters’ with benefits (not really just two idiots who bicker a lot and occasionally fuck AND bicker while they fuck)

a/n: he is completely insane for that, good for the dreamies who can see him. also wrote this in a rush of inspiration and horniness instead of going to sleep lmao, hope you’ll like it!! if there are any mistakes it's because I'm tired, I'll fix them tomorrow. (also it’s longer than a drabble I’m sorry I got carried away but haechan’s so %#?!/(& )

After ten years of training at the SM building, and three years as a debuted idol you should know where your girl group is practicing and where you shouldn’t go. But apparently, you don’t. You blame it on the new building, how long has it been? Two years? Still too new for you to know what you were doing. Being too tired after an entire day practicing for your upcoming comeback, and not having at least one of your groupmates guiding you back from the bathroom, led you here. 

“Where the hell is my bag?” You murmur to yourself, scratching the back of your head, realizing that your neon purple bag is nowhere to be seen near the door. 

“Surely not here.” You hear from behind, a male voice that makes you turn around in surprise. But your mouth falls open even more when your eyes fall on his body. Why the hell is Haechan naked in the practice room? 

“Like what you see?” he asks with the same old smug smirk that you know too well. Now, it can be said that you two have history, or something. Two competitive people can only make a flame explode, right? That’s pretty much what happens every time you are left alone.

“And you? Like to show off?” 

“So you agree there’s something to show off,” he chuckles, walking closer to you. And you wish you could mock him some more but well, he had something to brag about for sure, also there was something weirdly hot about him after practice, or in the middle… 

“Where are the others?” You ask, drifting your gaze from him, seeing their bags but not them. 

“Why do you care?” He asks, leaning against the wall. “Want to make sure we can play?” 

“Play? Hide and seek?” 

“I know you’re trying too hard to keep your eyes off of me,” he huffs. “And don’t act as if this is the first time.” 

“I still don’t get why you are naked. Don’t you film this? Do they upload you on youtube like this?” 

“Nah, this one is reserved for special people,” he winks, “and you’re one of the lucky ones.” 

“I should go.” 

“Are you sure?” He says, blocking you, pushing you against him, and you can’t even care that there’s sweat pearling his abs and it’s sticking against you… at the end, it’s not like you are any better. 

You look at the clock, seeing that you still have a bit of time left before somebody started screaming at you all over the building. So you give in. You need to unwind, you have no idea when was the last time you had sex; the busy schedule was barely giving you time to try to take care of yourself alone. And sex with Haechan is great. Damn if it is. And you can’t deny that he looks so good right now, the bright red of his hair that would’ve been horrendous on anybody made him look so attractive, and you weirdly found exciting to see the thing layer of sweat on his bronze skin, defining his muscles even more. 

In a second, he drags you to the other side, so you’re just a bit more hidden from the others but the mirrors of the practice room still make you reflect over it. 

“Fuck, these pants make your ass look good,” he comments, cupping your asscheek from the grey sweatpants you’re wearing. 

“Anything makes my ass look good,” you talk back, smirking at him through the mirror. 

“Yeah, but I like it better without nothing,” he chuckles, pushing it down so it reaches your ankles, soon followed by your undies. 

“Are you sure they won’t come back?” You ask, fearing some of his groupmates might come in.

“They won’t, but even if they did? Is it a problem?” 

“Of course, it is,” you mutter. “Just move.” 

“You’re always so eager, God,” he huffs, palming your mound before he starts circling your clit. “And you’re already wet.” 

“I’m stressed,” you reply, closing your eyes, forehead falling against the mirror, fogging it with heavy breaths when two of his fingers slide easily inside you. 

“And you come looking for me,” he snorts, biting your earlobe, your ass pushing back against him and you can feel his hard throbbing cock press against your tailbone. “Because you know nobody fucks you better than me.” 

“It was a coincidence,” you mumble, hand flattening against the mirror to hold yourself up. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you – fuck – put some clothes on.” 

“Sure, blame me,” Haechan rolls his eyes. “And cry for me when I don’t give you what you want.” 

You turn around in shock when he pulls away from you, and you catch him licking his fingers clean. “Lee Donghyuck,” you warn, glaring at him. “It’s not time and place to fuck around.” 

“No?” He pouts. “Thought that was what you wanted to do.” 

You let out a heavy sigh before giving up your pride because you really can’t risk it. “Please, fuck me?” 

“If you ask so nicely,” he jokes, walking toward you, turning you around again but this time lifting your top and your gym bra up, pushing your boobs against the cold surface of the mirror, nipples going hard in an instant. 

“You look so pretty like this, you know?” He coos, pushing your body against the mirror more, the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, watching in awe as your slit is basically begging him to fuck you. And he does, because he knows you don’t have time and also because he needed this. 

Your mouth lets out the biggest moan of relief, finally feeling like you have touched the stars again. 

You two might bicker every two seconds when you are in the same room but damn if he knew how to give it to you right. 

His cock fills you just right, perfect in length and girth and the speed of his thrusts is your favorite. Not that you had sex with so many idols but yeah, some of them just weren’t it. 

Haechan knows everything that you liked, so it’s not surprising that one of his hands reaches around to wrap around your throat, pushing you back against his chest and the other plays with your clit. 

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he groans against your ears. “I want you to keep in mind who makes you feel this way. I want you to – fuck – crawl back to this practice room every time you want cock because the others just can’t give it to you like I do.” 

You hate proving him right, but he is. “Mhh, yes, nobody like you.” 

“I know, baby,” he replies. “Look at the mess on the mirror,” he points out, making you notice that your wetness was splashing everywhere. “Your pussy loves my cock that much.” 

You’re about to answer when you hear footsteps from outside the door and your body freezes. 

“Hae-Haechan there’s somebody,” you warn him but he has no intention of stopping. 

“So who cares? Just keep quiet? Or do you have to let the whole building know you’re letting me fuck you while your members are working hard for the comeback?” 

“I can’t keep quiet,” you whisper, feeling humiliated at the confession. It’s not your fault he feels that good. 

“I’ll make you keep quiet,” Haechan says before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he orders. “I know you love doing it.” 

And he knows what he’s doing because your walls squeeze around him harder and you feel your knees buckle. 

“You’re so pretty when you don’t talk,” he laughs, making you glare at him for a second before pleasure took over the need to slap his face again. “One day we’ll fuck at my dorms – fuck – need to fuck you naked against a mirror, over and over again. Need to fuck you dumb on my cock.” 

“If you can keep up,” you retort as soon as his fingers slip out of your mouth. 

“God, you’re insufferable,” he growls, hips snapping faster against your ass, making you smirk as you think that you got exactly what you wanted. And he gets it, he knows you by now, and he hates that he falls for your tricks every single time. 

He groans again, turning your face around to kiss you roughly, the hand around your neck slipping down to cup your breasts that are not pressed against the mirror anymore. “You drive me insane.” 

“Good,” you smirk against his lips. 

“One day I’ll fuck that smirk out of your face.” Is the only thing that he says before pleasure gets too much for any of you to keep going with your bitter remarks. It’s exciting though, probably too much if you minded to care about what’s toxic or not, but you don’t care. It’s just sex at the end of the day and you both need it. 

When you feel your orgasm and you know he’s close you speak, “Pull out.” 

“No,” he replies. “Come on, we’ll make a mess.” 

“I have practice,” you whine, trying to act as if the thought of dancing full of his cum doesn’t turn you on. 

“It’s not more than half an hour,” Haechan mumbles, fingers sliding down to play with your clit again. “I know you want it, I know you want to keep a little reminder of me, don’t lie and take it.” 

And he’s right once again, so you give in and hum. 

“I knew it,” he moans, meeting your gaze through the mirror, making your legs shake at the way he looks at you. There was something so hot about being so exposed, more than all the other times you two sneaked in the bathrooms or empty practice rooms that you were sure nobody was going to use. 

“Fuck,” Haechan groans, leaning his head against your shoulder as he comes inside of you, cock rubbing in and out your wet cunt, making you shiver in overstimulation. The first orgasm after God knows how long and it feels like the most liberating feeling ever. It’s so strong that your legs almost collapse when he pulls out of you, but luckily his arms keep you up. 

“You good?” He asks, a tender smile on his lips. 

“Yeah, thanks I guess,” you mumble, kneeling to pull your panties and pants up before his cum could stain the outside of your sweats. You can survive 30 minutes, right? You hope so. 

“You should cover up, by the way,” you tell him, bringing the attention back to his exposed chest, covering your own by fixing your bra and top, hoping you look decent. 

“Why? Afraid I might fuck somebody else?” 

“Afraid you might catch a cold, dumbass,” you reply pushing him away, freezing when the door slams open. 

“Oh, hi,” Jaemin says, walking in, staring at you with a furrow on your face. “What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, nothing, just asking him for help for a note I can’t reach,” you say, hoping he can’t feel the embarrassment in your voice and hoping your brain won’t betray you making you turn your head toward the part of the mirror that was stained with the mess you made. “You know, those impossible things we have to do to bring money at home,” you joke, hoping he would buy it, and he does. 

“Yeah, I regretted all my life choices with the last comeback,” he says, smiling at you before turning his attention to his bag, looking for something. Unbothered by the fact that you and Haechan were in the same room, alone, while he was half naked. And you wonder just how often Haechan didn’t keep his clothes on. 

You hear Haechan chuckle before he walks you toward the door. “If you need more singing lessons, you have my number,” he winks, and you glare at him, giving him the finger but he shrugs it off and says, “Next time I’ll bring the microphone.” 

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 2 - Comp-Sci▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤His red eyes boring a hole through your back and it almost makes you feel bad.

Almost but not quite, because you decide he doesn’t deserve your attention after being an ass on both of the occasions you met him.That still won’t stop him from living rent-free in your little head for a while.◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three

Chapter 2 - Comp-Sci

Alarm’s blaring.

It was that stupid, old, default tune that you never bothered to change since you got your phone ages ago. And you knew there was no need to, because you were going to hate any other song all the same, the moment it woke you up enough fucking times.

Right now it’s pulling you out of your deep slumber and it’s as annoying as you imagine hell would be. Maybe you were already in hell, but too delusional to really realize it. Still, the alarm was doing its job and you never really need more than one alarm to get up.

Your chronic insomnia was good for one thing at least.

Fuck, it’s already Monday, you think to yourself, yawning and rubbing the sleep sand out of your eyes, while you somehow manage to make it to the bathroom.

Before long, the dampened sound of your shower echoed throughout the apartment, marking the beginning of your late morning. ─────────

Your class is already completely packed by the time you arrive, people filling the quiet with generic loud chatter. You’re late as usual and there’s no way in hell you’re going to walk through the sea of people, make them all scoot forward so you can pass through and get to the vacant chairs in the middle of the classroom. Since you value your short amounts of sleep way too much, you always have to settle for the open seats–all the way in the back.

These seats weren’t great in terms of being able to properly hear the lecture and actively participate, but that was more than fine, because you weren’t planning to anyway. You were way ahead of the material that was currently taught and this professor tends to upload his lectures online either way, should you need to brush up on the basics.

So you do what you usually do after you sit down, meaning you pull out your laptop, boot a game and start to farm some more legendary items for your MMO character. You’re happy to be out of the sight of judgy and ambitious young adults, because solitude is where you thrive–or have learned to do so, anyways.

It’s pretty dull and gray outside, the rainy season not wanting to grace you with any Vitamin D this time of the year. You also remain unconvinced that that’s the only chemical imbalance present in your brain.

As you’re about to doze off after staring outside the window next to yourself, you unfortunately fail to get the item you’re grinding for once again.

And apparently you weren’t the only one who was late finding a seat today, because barely ten minutes after you sat your ass down, you hear some douchebag sliding in the spot next to yours.

Followed by a screeching chair.

Your streak of luck today must be incredible, because there were like six other open seats on this row, aside from the one next to you. It begged the question as to what kind of motherfucker would willingly hug the wall with you, a complete stranger. There’s not a single person in this class, or any of your other classes for that matter, that would want to sit next to you. Zero.

Nada.

But then you look to your right and to your horror, the creature spoke–

“Hey, sponger.” he hits you with a grin from between his dry lips.

Yep, there’s no doubt about it. This was definitely hell.

Of course, Mr. 4:50 AM convenience store zombie is sitting next to you in your Comp-Sci class. Of fucking course he goes to the same uni as you do.

Why the fuck wouldn’t he???

Mentally reaching to pull your hairs out, you begin to ask an incredulous “Why—”

But it proved impossible to form a coherent sentence right away, so you close your eyes in an attempt to gather your thoughts. And prayers.

“How did you even recognize me?” you try—really hard—and fail to tone down the bubbling exasperation in your voice, as the professor finally strolls into the classroom. The chatter in the room ceased almost instantly.

Since this teacher was one of your stricter ones, it wasn’t a surprise that he demanded everyone’s full attention right away, jumping straight into business before you manage to continue your conversation.

The mystery asshole—now a classmate too, smirks at you knowingly, unsurprisingly ignoring the professor’s entrance. He leans into you, whispers and you feel his warm breath against your ear. You dearly fucking wish he’d stop with that.

“I’d recognize an ugly skank like you virtually anywhere, rest assured, idiot.” he said, making sure to verbally underline the insult way longer than it was necessary.

You physically cringe, because to you, this jab at your appearance is getting old really fast.

Leaning into him yourself, if not a little more aggressively in comparison to his own gesture, you proceed to trap him in his own seat, arm reaching around the back, but deliberately not touching him.

You chuckled to yourself because, Who the fuck would, unless he held a gun to their head?

“I’d hold up a mirror, so you can finally get to see your own dusty ass, but you’d have to buy that for me too, jackass.” you said, practically spitting in his face. Turns out you coincidentally also didn’t give a fuck about the professor. Probably less than your almost deskmate did anyway.

His eyes widened and he began scratching his neck somewhat disturbingly, drawing long angry lines across the already scarred skin.

You couldn’t see very well behind the curtain of white hair, but you could swear you saw a pink tint spread on his face.

Huh. You actually shut him up for once—

. . .

—you’d think, but the setback was seemingly only temporary, because a cheerful grin splits on his face and he starts talking to you as if you didn’t almost gouge each other’s eyes literally seconds ago.

“If you don’t kill the stupid goblin at the beginning of the stage, the final boss won’t carry your S-Grade.” he casually states, pointing at your screen.

“Huh?” you blink. What?

“Tsk, your game, dumbass. You’ve probably been grinding for hours, only getting it once or twice because you never think to kill the stupid goblin, and only ever do it by accident.” he shrugged. “No one ever does, so they don’t find the pattern without looking up a guide.”

You’re confused and think he’s messing with you, but you do as he says and restart the stupid dungeon. Then you kill the fucking goblin this time, feeling silly for listening to him.

It takes you a good 20 minutes to finish it, but the guy is true to his word and the boss really drops your item this time. The substats were god-awful, so you repeat the process.

Nothing changes this time around, because the boss drops your item again.

You’ve been grinding to get this item for like three days now.

“Told you so.” he says matter-of-factly, without even a hint of smugness in his voice.

What a fucking weirdo, you think, rolling your eyes.

Like a kid, you scoff and cross your arms, suddenly feeling very defensive. It really pissed you off, because when you look at him, you notice he has a softer smile as he stares back at you.

That made you squirm. What’s his deal now?

“Don’t look so pissy, it took me like a week to figure it out and it really drove me insane.” he says, thinking back fondly to all the controllers he managed to break. “I’m usually pretty good at these types of tells in games, but the design of this one made no fucking sense.“

Guy finishes his nerdy rant, seemingly not understanding that it was him that pissed you off, not the damn game. “What's your IGN? We can co-op and raid together.”

“Sorry?” you’re taken aback, the sudden 180° of his moodswing giving you massive whiplash.

But the bell rings before either of you have to reply—you thank god for that, and you quickly pack your shit before you give him an opportunity to open his mouth and ask you something stupid again.

He remains seated, staring at you dejectedly as you turn around and leave him in the dust. His red eyes boring a hole through your back and it almost makes you feel bad.

Almost but not quite, because you decide he doesn’t deserve your attention after being an ass on both of the occasions you met him.

That still won’t stop him from living rent-free in your little head for a while.

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It’s afternoon now, and you decided to grab lunch with your friend Taylor, who finishes their courses around the same time as you do.

The both of you settle to get something cheap and satisfying, something that won’t break the bank and still give you your energy for the day.

Sitting on a picnic bench outside the campus, you finally manage to let your shoulders slump and relax for a bit. It was the weight of being outside your apartment that took a lot of energy out of you, but being with your friend almost creates a barrier from the world. You don’t feel drained as quickly around them as you would if you were out on your own.

“—and then he fucking does what? He acts like we’ve been friends for ten years now and this is just a cute buddy gaming session, where we exchange walkthrough info sneakily behind the prof’s back? Did the past two interactions with me get completely wiped from his dumb ass brain?” you ask incredulously, having been ranting to Taylor for a little while now.

You felt like you could be yourself with your friend, they loved you all the same.

Honestly, with your horrible personality, you weren’t sure you really deserved them as a friend. Despite that however, they managed to stick to you like gum to a shoe ever since you entered university, never fucking letting you go.

As it stands, Taylor was the polar opposite of your entire being. Not only were they really good-looking and fashionable, but also extremely charismatic with an incredible amount of IRL connections. There were not many people who didn’t know them on campus, and when they weren’t hanging out with you, they’d be constantly swarmed by other people.

You cherished them a lot, but you were probably too emotionally stunted to really tell them how amazing they are as often as you should. That kind of thing would only happen when you were black-out drunk, and you don’t drink very often unless you wanted to fade away from the world for a bit.

It was something you didn’t understand, together with your tendency to push away anything good in the not-so-off-chance it can hurt you down the line. It felt like being on your own was good enough. That being alone was better than hurting.

But being their friend was the best.

So they had you in an iron grip, claiming you’re the only friend that really matters to them, that everyone is just surface-level friendly and that you never pull punches. You don’t understand this either, but that’s the common theme with you two, and despite knowing they’d be better off without you, you let yourself be greedy for once.

If it hurts in the end, they’ll be worth it.

“Relax babe, if he’s anything like you, he’s probably also reaaaally trash at speaking to people.” they say, emphasizing their words and trying to make a point. It was a dig at your character. You didn’t like where this was going. “And the words come out all wrong. Sound familiar?” Taylor asks you pretty bluntly between biting and chewing the food.

You sneered at that. “Psht, I’m fucking nothing like him. How dare you compare me to that glorified dustbin..” you roll your eyes and whip your head the other way, feeling a little offended. Your friend smiles, pokes your sides and you’re unable to stay mad for long, cracking up and giggling.

“You’re the biggest fucking gremlin on earth, all cooped up in your little pig-sty, where you’d stay forever if you could. You think you’re better than the other basement-dwelling 4channer? Pot meets kettle much? If anything, it’s a match made in heaven, you should take him for a joyride and be thankful for the dick, girl.”

“I meannnn,” you shrug. “Just look at this shit-show of a world, dude. You gotta be insane to be around these NPCS all the time willingly, no offense. I don’t know how you do it.” you point your finger at no one in particular. Taylor tilts their head thoughtfully, then nods in agreement. One of the few things you guys agree on is how fucked everything is. Trauma buddies.

“Besides, am waaaaaay better than a cumdumpster for anyone who slides in my dms…” you snicker, hoping secretly that it won’t actually offend them, despite the crude joke—but before you can overthink, they kick your shin, hard. “OWWW!!! The fuck?!” you exclaim loudly, winning you a few looks from the bystanders around you.

“Puh-lease, like the ‘ugly skank’ you are—,” Taylor clarifies obnoxiously, “could even sell a singular feet pic. If you could, your only customer would probably be Crusty the Stalker in your class. Bet even he has standards, though.” your friend eyes you up and down teasingly, winks and then you both lose it and laugh at that.

The rest of your lunch is spent catching up on all the other things happening to you guys in the past week.

The peaceful moment made you secretly hope they never leave your side.

And they won’t.

Not if you can help it.

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The door to your run-down apartment is opened with a creak.

You arrive home, battery less than empty from being outside and interacting with too many people.

After you made sure both of the locks were in place, you go ahead and drop the bag by the entrance, kicking your shoes off. You feel sweaty and grimy and leave a trail of clothing on the way to the shower, clothing which you’ll definitely pick up and wash in the morning. Just like you’ll totally take out the trash when you leave for college tomorrow.

As you enter the bathroom, you walk in front of your full length mirror and glare at your naked form. Your thoughts wander to the two individuals who commented on your appearance today. One was a stranger who was trying to rile you up, the other your very best friend who most likely was just poking fun. The low self-esteem, however, couldn’t let those petty thoughts go.

You give yourself a little twirl, looking over your breasts and ass, thighs and back. The marks, the blemishes, the scars. They were all there, sitting pretty on your skin and reminding you of who you really were. It was one of the reasons you rarely looked in the mirror. You didn’t like who you were.

“An ugly skank, huh?” you smile sadly, intrusive thoughts of suicide and body dysmorphia all creeping up in your mind like a vice.

Generally you’d tell yourself that you’d look fine if you tried, but that was the problem. You don’t usually try. You don’t try, unless there is a good reason to parade yourself around, to be their poster child in return for their favor. Never for yourself, though.

It was as funny as it was sad, letting other people dictate your feelings. And despite their words getting to you, at least they didn’t mind talking to you. That’s more than you can ask of most people.

Would he be interested in you if you tried? He seems like the type to fall for the cute shy girl, or the sexy bombshell, neither of which you’d ever like to be.

The mental picture of him watching as you leave the classroom briefly flashes in your mind.

“Nope.” Nope. Nope. Nope. You’re absolutely not going to think about that asshole.

So you turn your shower handle all the way on cold and you anxiously step in. The cold water will ground and distract you from ridiculous thoughts that have you spiraling in a matter of seconds.

Besides, he probably hated your guts now.

[knickknacksandallthat]

sorry to bother but do you have a plan of when part 4 will come out

ofc it’s perfectly fine if you’re not ready, from the looks of it this is a really big project

Hi anon!!

Oh my goodness, no it's no bother at all! Honestly, I would much rather be talking about fic writing than doing boring things like making a living (which consumed MY LIFE last week).

Ha! And you said it - this fic series has definitely been all-consuming. But I really love this particular AU, so let me tell you I've been working on it non-stop whenever I have time and have the following figured out so far:

My outline currently has the next fic at 12 chapters, though I have a sneaky suspicion that it'll become longer.

I have 53K written so far (but that's before editing😅).

It will have alternating POVs between Jean and Jeremy.

I wish I could give you a better sense of timing, but honestly it all comes down to my work schedule and what free time I have. At this point, I feel like I'm aiming toward April - but don't quote me.

And because I haven't posted something about Once in a Blue Moon on here for a while, here's a new snippet to chew over while I keep hustling as a thank you for your patience! 🥹

OIAB scene under the cut:

The LA airport is hot and muggy. It makes sweat bead down Jean’s neck and uncomfortably gather beneath his collar. Though he wears the lightest long-sleeve shirt he owns, the material still feels constricted and stifling, sticking to his skin. He has the insane urge to tear the garment off him and walk around bare-chested just to feel some relief.  Of course, he would never do so. In fact, the mere thought of it makes him pull his sleeves down farther, covering the backs of scar-ridden hands.  At least his head is cool.  He runs a hand over his buzzed scalp once more, the fuzzy feel of it still odd to him. Abby had suggested it so they could see his stitches better. And since so much of his hair had been pulled out anyway, it seemed to make sense.  Still, he hates how foreign the feeling is. He’s a stranger in his own skin. Has been, for some time he thinks.  He glances up anxiously at the clock on the wall, his knee bouncing as he waits. His flight landed ten minutes ago, and he thought his captain would be waiting here to greet him.  Apparently, he thought wrong.  Laughter erupts from behind him, and Jean jumps. He immediately spins around, only to find a family standing nearby, laughing at the antics of their two-year-old. He watches them for a moment before slowly turning back, clasping his hands in front of him and clutching them tight. Anxiety slowly begins to creep under his skin. Had he gotten the day wrong? Or the time? Did something happen between Palmetto and here that caused a delay? Should he call someone to ask?  He opens his phone and looks through the few contacts on his list.  Abby Winfield David Wymack Jeremy Knox Kevin Day Renee Walker Jean scowls.  His preference would likely be Abby or Renee, though he thinks the latter would have no information useful for this. Wymack, he would tolerate. He skims over the fourth name on the list because he’s never thinking of that fucker again in his entire life, if he can help it. Then he stares at the fifth name, the contact information for him uploaded without his knowledge into this new phone Abby got him. Jeremy Knox.  Starting Trojans Striker. #11. Played 52 games last season, scored 41 goals, and had 36 assists. Captain of the USC Trojans for three years straight. Fifth-best striker in the NCAA.  (Fourth, now that Riko is gone.)  Weaknesses: favors left side for goals, left knee injury in his sophomore year of high school, and overly attached to wellbeing of teammates. Jean scowls again.  If Knox is anything like the person who recommended him, he’s bound to be both a waste of Jean’s time and breath. After all, he can certainly strike punctual off the list.

Thanks again for the ask, anon!

[cuprohastes]

Things to Come

It is the year 2024: Amazon wants to have wholly owned company towns to persuade poor people to enter into indentured servitude. There is an election between an old guy who's quietly doing a generally good job, and a very loud serial rapist conman who's being taken to court for his many crimes including treason. Somehow there is still a debate as to who will win.

It is the year 2030: There are now four Amazon towns powered off grid by Tesla batteries. There is no news in or out. People are starting to notice this. Jeff Bezos and Elon musk are having a public fight over who owns Mars. Bezos brought up Twitter and Elon's announced X-Mart a direct competitor to Amazon. The Cybertruck's been recalled again, this time after the 50th person was cooked alive by the burning battery pack, which also locked all the doors.

It is 2040: Elon's died on Mars ina. 8ft cabin from every cancer known to man and three that are getting named after him. Apparently he declared that radiation shielding wasn't needed because Mars is too far from the sun for radiation to reach it. Jeff Bezos freeze dried corpse is still circling hte earth as of two years ago. The world watches with glee as Amazon is torn to shreds by ten thousand parties all of whom are laying claim to the 3 trillion dollars held by the company. Nobody is trying to take over Space-X or Teslas due to the historic 1.4 trillion dollars in fines and debt they collectively owe. Mark Zuckerberg is replacing all his organic parts with life support machines to keep his brain alive until a perfect way to upload himself to the metaverse is available. The metaverse is still shit and has only 1008 concurrent users.

Is tis 2042: Donald Trump has choked to death in his cell. The rumour is it was corpophilia: This will persist even after a FOIA reveals it was a cold two day old Big Mac smuggled in to him. The world rejoices. There is still a 24/7 video feed of Elon musk slowly mummifying in the remains of X-Mars. Questions regarding the rest of the colonists are answered when a Marsbot finally accesses the dome and finds that Elon turned off the oxygen after the twenty three women in the first wave of colonists refused to breed with him. There were twenty eight colonists and four of them had received vasectomies two months before liftoff. They had to take an axe to the thing Zuckerberg because it wouldn't stop screaming. In the UK, all politicians from the last 30 years have been placed in Wadsworth prison and are tried and guillotined daily. The Scottish won't stop laughing. The Irish have been drunk of their tits for the last six months. The Welsh have banned speaking English. This is not going well but they get much respect for taking a stand.

2050: Republicans are now legal to be hunted for food if you have a bow hunting license. Guns are finally restricted. Republicans state that this will result in a civil war. Gun crime and school shootings are down 1000%. The most popular book in the US is "Eating the Rich" a combination how-to on bow hunting, butchering and serving human flesh. The rest of the world is watching this with interest. The Russian federation is taking special notes. This year 80 clones of Vladimir Putin are euthanised in their tubes and eaten.

2055: There is no civil war and surprisingly few instances of Kuru. Texas has built a wall around the entire state to keep "the left" out. All jokes about marrying your cousin are now attributed to Texas, now known as the Lone Surname State. They have still managed not to secede.

2060: Gender is abolished, not through decree but by common agreement of the third generation brought up by Millenials, Gen Z and Gen Blue: The Green Generation. Cities are walkable. It is considered weird if you cannot walk to the shops in bare feet safely for at least half a year. Air quality has improved, winters are returning. Urban deer keep grasses down and provide local meat. Men and women wear dresses, biological sex can now be changed trivially with around 60 months of treatment. Marriage is now merely a fun tradition and churches all pay tax after the 2056 ruling that if they cannot provide evidence for their god that they have no more claim to universal truth than a social club. World hunger is solved by levying back taxes on jsut three megachurches. Summers are brutal but can be managed by passive cooling, and thermal gradient power generators for cooling.

2070: Everyone has UBI. Work is 4 hours a day, 4 days a week for most people. Many people have two or three jobs, not for money, but because they have diverse interests. Most companies are profit sharing or Co-operatives. The biggest global trauma is the English wearing socks with sandals. Global temperatures have dropped. The kids are kind and bemused by their aging relatives. Texas is still Republican and angrily making memes about "This is the future the left want" that are still really cool and fun looking suggestions. The southen US has replaced it's statues with Dolly Parton, who's revered as a saint. 40% of men have great tits. The President of the USA is catgirl. Things are going to be OK. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day the last Boomer died and everyone's going to get their grill out. Life's good: We're going to to be OK.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Leigh Ann O’Neill and Brent Morden

Published: Oct 12, 2023

It’s Fall, and writers are submitting their best stories, essays, and poems to literary journals, which have reopened after the summer break. The readership for many of these journals may be small, but they are powerful gatekeepers for aspiring poets and literary authors. Many journals receive hundreds, or even thousands, of submissions every month, from which they typically select only a few pieces for publication. Of the works they publish, they nominate only a handful for prestigious prizes—such as the Pushcart, the O. Henry, and the Best American series—which can launch a young writer’s career.

In apparent violation of federal anti-discrimination law, a growing number of literary journals across the United States are openly discriminating based on race or ancestry in setting the fees they charge to writers submitting their work. By following the current trend toward race essentialism, literary journals are establishing an ominous precedent, while flouting the fundamental principle of equality under the law, regardless of skin color.

Submitting work to journals is easier now than it once was. Gone are the days of mass postal submissions and stamped self-addressed envelopes. Most journals have transitioned to electronic portals such as Submittable.com to manage submissions; and they often charge hopeful authors a submission fee to defray their operating costs. All you need to do is upload your piece, pay your money, and keep your fingers crossed. A single story or poem might be rejected dozens of times before it finds a home.

Even though these fees are typically quite low—five, ten, or twenty dollars—they can start to add up, especially when one considers that the payment for published work offered by these journals is often nominal. Historically, journals have been mindful of the hardship their fees can impose. Harvard Review, Yale Review, and many other prestigious publications offer need-based fee waivers or fee-free submission periods in the case of authors suffering financial hardship.

Recently, however, many journals have taken a different approach: They are assigning fee waivers on the basis of applicants’ skin color and ethnicity. At Ecotone (affiliated with the University of North Carolina), for example, “historically underrepresented writers” may submit earlier than others, and are exempt from fees entirely, regardless of financial need. A similar policy was implemented at Indiana Review (Indiana University Bloomington), where “Black, Indigenous, and Person of Color (BIPOC)” writers were automatically exempted from fees. (Non-BIPOC writers were required either to pay, or to request fee waivers on an individual basis.) At Black Warrior Review (University of Alabama), those who are a “Black, indigenous, or incarcerated writer … may skip the Submittable process and email your submission directly to the editor … for no fee.”

These race-based fee structures violate Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, which prohibits discrimination based on race, color, or national origin by universities and colleges that accept federal funding. In the case of public universities, race-based fees also run afoul of the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. And yet, this sort of overtly race-based treatment has continued largely unnoticed and unchallenged.

At the Foundation Against Intolerance & Racism (FAIR)—where the two of us serve as managing director of legal advocacy, and managing director of FAIR in the Arts, respectively—we’re actively working to change that. And we’ve already had some success.

Perhaps these developments should not come as a surprise. Literary journals are simply exhibiting the fixation on racial and ethnic identity that has become a mainstay of academia and mainstream publishing. But trying to atone for past discrimination by imposing differential race-based treatment on citizens isn’t just illegal in many cases; it also serves to stereotype non-white people as poor, beleaguered, and victimized. And it serves to overlook those who do need assistance because of disadvantages they’ve suffered in life, but who don’t possess the immutable characteristics considered to be an indicator of struggle and strife.

Moreover, these practices foster societal division by elevating superficial differences over all the elements we have in common. This undermines the sense of empathy, imagination, and intellectual freedom required to create compelling literature; and deadens the unifying, inspiring, and humanizing effect that art can have on us.

In the grand sweep of things, the submission policies of small literary journals may not seem to be an important issue. But it represents yet another challenge to our liberal values—and a harbinger of what kind of racially Balkanized society awaits us if we allow unconstitutional race-based policies to become the new normal in American cultural life.

Leigh Ann O’Neill is managing director of legal advocacy at the Foundation Against Intolerance & Racism (FAIR). Brent Morden is managing director of FAIR in the Arts.

[changeling-rin]

Well, Mini sounds like an interesting character, so I will now use an old trend from asks on this blog to make you do more with him. Time to send him on the rest of the chain's adventures. (and I guess Archive too while we're at it).

You really are just gonna force me into fleshing these two out, aren't you? Alrighty then!

Skyward Sword: Mini has absolutely no interest in letting Ghirahim monologue and proceeds to try and decapitate him within ten seconds of their first meeting. This, of course, irreparably tanks their relationship, although since Ghirahim would have tried to kill him anyways Mini isn't too bother by this. Archive, meanwhile, somehow hacks into the Guardians in the Silent Realms, uploads them to the Mortal Realm, and then sics them on the Temple Bosses. What do you mean, that's cheating? It's in his skill-set!

Minish Cap: Mini spends the entire time exploring how his Hyrule has progressed since his time. Archive is a bit disappointed with the lack of apparent technology, but decides that the library makes up for it. Mini does disappear briefly, one day, when there's a festival in town, but since he was never all that social in the first place Archive just tells everyone that he's hiding somewhere quiet. Completely coincidentally, a short masked stranger beats up a cloaked purple stranger in the Festival Tournament and then vanishes with the key to the Chest before anyone can open it. Weird.

Four Swords: Well you see there was this complete coincidence a few hundred years or so ago and now everything is completely peaceful. Mini continues to explore how the kingdom is doing. Archive continues to raid the libraries and be disappointed by technological advancements. Also by complete coincidence, the bat-relocation business they run on the side is thriving

Ocarina of Time: Yeah this Ganondorf person is a hack, Mini's just gonna poison his drink or something and be done with it before it becomes a problem, mmkay? HIs condolences to the diplomatic envoy, or whatever. Archive decides not to touch that mess even with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot-pole and instead spends most of his time apologizing for... whatever political faux-pas Mini's done now. Except for that one time he mechanized the Temple of Time to defend against Ganondorf in case Mini didn't add enough poison but he can change it back he swears-

Majora's Mask: They collectively evaluate the Moon in silence for a moment. "...I'll build some flamethrowers," Archive sighs. Mini gives a firm nod. "I'll evacuate the town. Meet back here in twelve hours to torch that thing."

Twilight Princess: Mini now has very sharp teeth and a very big grudge. Please allot him a few hours to go maul Zant, he'll get back with you. Archive gets distracted by the Spinner, and may-or-may-not accidentally on purpose tinker with it until it starts shooting death lasers on command - which is so cool why didn't he do this sooner???

Four Swords Adventures: Well you see there was this complete coincidence a few thousand years ago or so. Couple of odd Dark World convergences popping up here and there, but that's easily solved!

Legend of Zelda: Mini's wasting no time, he takes just long enough to pinpoint where Ganon's hiding and then he cuts a swathe. Archive kickstarts the technological revolution a couple centuries early, because these people are living in caves??? When there's perfectly good architecture to be invented???

Link to the Past: Agahnim is talking but the only thing Mini hears is 'please punch me in the face'. He obliges. Archive spends the next five or so years apologizing profusely for Mini's assorted political blunders.

Oracle of Ages: Okay normally Mini's usual M.O. isn't a problem because the problem people aren't usually beloved royalty... surely someone else notices that Queen Ambi is suddenly prone to evil laughter, right? Archive won't let him duel Veran out of her, how is this supposed to get fixed?

Oracle of Seasons: Archive is one hundred percent in love with the Subrosians, they're so inventive! Literally everything has metalworking in it, he's in mechanical heaven...wait shoot where did Mini go? What do you mean he's making a reputation as a Dragon Tamer???

Link's Awakening: Neither of them are particularly musical but they can make this work... wait what.

Wind Waker: Mini sails them to the Forsaken Fortress, beelines for Ganondorf, and then proceeds to fight the man for two straight hours... which is coincidentally all the time Archive needs to reconfigure the cannons. There is an equally coincidental series of explosions.

Spirit Tracks: Okay Archive fully admits that he loves everything about this but have they considered moving past furnace power? He can totally offer some blueprints, here, he's got some notes on Divine spell sourcing. Mini starts up a new hobby of making Chancellor Cole's life miserable, but discreetly this time, because Archive is too distracted to make apologies for any political blunders.

[magic-belodie]

I finished the positive apartment route of MCLAL Armin episode 3. It cost me, 958AP. I got the NSFW illustration. Here is a link to the illustration: https://magicbelodie.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/1397-aa52e4cd5dcbe2041667378335.jpg Here is the summary:

(This summary is the sequel of the summary playing games route episode 2:https://www.tumblr.com/magic-belodie/698168622322991104/i-finished-the-positive-playing-game-route-of )     

You start this episode in your room with Armin. It has been 3 days since you last saw each other. Armin is suggesting to do things together again. Playing another game, going for a walk. You are surprised about the last option, but Armin wants to show you his determination, and you see it. Then he asks when your roommate Yeleen is coming back. You don't know, you will probably be alone here the whole morning. Armin can't get the kiss out of his head from the mall. He wants to continue where you left off. He moves closer to you, and then Alexy knocks on the door. You haven't seen Alexy since the mall. You tell Armin to go hide in the bathroom. He doesn't want to go there because you two are not doing anything wrong. But you push him in the bathroom anyway. Then you let Alexy in to the room. Alexy brought some cupcakes and coffee with him. Alexy came to apologize. He shouldn't have invited Armin without telling you. Alexy thought that it might lead to something, but apparently not. So, he wants to make everything alright with you. He hopes that with brining you breakfast for a week, you will be less mad at him. You tell that you already are less mad at him. He knew that sugar is your weak spot. But now you have to get Alexy out of your room. Alexy has no class until eleven, so he wants to stay. You tell him that you have work to do, and now Alexy wants to help you. But then there comes some music from the bathroom. You tell him that you must have forgot to put the radio out. Alexy doesn't really believe you. No radio is in silence for ten minutes and then plays the  Assassin's Creed theme song. Armin picks up the phone and starts to have a conversation. You try to come up with some explanation, but Alexy recognize the voice of his brother. He finds it a pretty weird radio. You tell him that campus radio station are pretty amateur. Alexy smiles and tells Armin that he can come out of the bathroom. Alexy is happy that you and Armin are seeing each other again. He thinks it is because he invites Armin to the mall. Armin and you both say; no, that is not the reason, and try to get Alexy out of the room. Alexy will see you tomorrow with another breakfast and leaves the room. You ask Armin why he didn't put his phone on silence mode. It wouldn't have changed anything, he would have had to take the call. It was the leader of his internship. Armin takes his work serious, and he still doesn't understand why Alexy wasn't allowed to see him. Armin asks if you shame yourself for him. Of course not, but you didn't want Alexy to be right. Armin can understand that, but it is not the only reason. Armin and you are not a couple yet. He is still in the test period, and you were serious about that. You like spending time with Armin, but you want to find out what your feelings are. Without everyone knowing of it. That it isn't just a flame in the pan. For Armin, it isn't definitely that. He never stopped loving you. He realizes that even more when he spends time with you. Armin still feels like, him and you are on the right track. Then there is some silence between the both of you. You don't know what to say, Armin just broke all the walls you are trying to hold up. In the end, Armin ends the silence. He can't blame you for trying to be careful. But he believes in him and you, and he will prove it. He takes your hand in his. This is the time to replay the same level perfectly, and Armin will do his best. And Armin has always been very good at winning hearts. You hope he is still referring to games, and Armin is. You want this to work, two. That is why you are honest with Armin. And indeed you are on the good way now because you are both talking and being honest. You try to change the subject and give Armin one of the cupcakes. Armin eats first the frosting and then starts to eat the cake. You tell him that he should eat both together for balance. Armin just want to eat the cupcake how he likes, and it was just some advice from your side. Armin looks inside the cupcake back and finds a flyer. They are hosting a workshop on how to make cupcakes, this afternoon. You are surprised that Armin wants to do that with his afternoon. But he was talking about your afternoon. You tell him to be careful with his jokes, you could take his word for it. You could go with Alexy or Rosa, and then Armin would have been taken by his own game. But Armin wasn't planning on leaving you alone this afternoon. Armin is really excited to go with you. You are surprised by it. It is indoors, it doesn't take much exercise, and he has played some cooking games before. And because he plays so much games, he is good in everything that he has to use his hands for. And he only gets better with his hands. You will see it this afternoon when he makes cupcakes. Then you two have to leave, you can't be late. Armin will call if there are still spots left, and you change your outfit. You tell Armin that he has to turn around while you put your outfit on. There is only one outfit to pick. After putting on the outfit, you tell Armin that he can turn around. He looks you up and down and is quite impressed with how you look. If had known that, you would wear that to cupcakes backing as an outfit. He would have suggested that sooner. But it is just your second date outfit. He is not disappointed because Armin is part of the second date. You both leave the room to go to the workshop. When you leave Campus, you slide your arm in to Armin's and walk the rest of the way arm in arm.

Armin and you enter the café. Hyun welcomes you both and ask if you are here for the workshop. You are, the cupcakes are so delicious you would like to make them. Hyun hopes that at the end of the workshop that you can make them as good as him. But they will keep a few secrets because they still have to be able to sell them. You will be surprised if the first time making them you will be as good as Hyun. Armin is convinced that cupcakes aren't that hard to make. Then you say that your friend thinks that he is good with his hands. Hyun doesn't understand it. Armin tells him to let it go and that it is just a joke between the two of you. Clemence, the owner, comes out of the back. She is happy someone came for the workshop. She is looking at Armin and wants to know who he is. Armin tells her his name and that he came here with you. Clemence and Hyun leave to go to set up everything in the kitchen. Armin wants to spice things up a bit. The winner of the most beautiful cupcakes has to let the loser dare to do something. You look at his face and knows exactly what Armin is thinking of. You let your finger go down over his chest and tell him that you almost want to let him win to see what he is thinking of. Armin smiles and says that you could cancel the workshop. But you said almost you intend to win. He could have tried. You both enter the kitchen.  

Once you enter the kitchen,  Clemence takes Armin's arms and put him across from her. Armin is  surprised about it, and you can see that he doesn't like it. You go sit  in front of Hyun. Clemence and Hyun go to get all the things ready.  Armin looks at you and tells you he is scared. Armin doesn't like the  way Clemence looks at him. He is afraid that he will be her snack  instead of the cupcakes. And you thought he liked female attention. You  have to promise Armin that you won't have a jealous fit. Because you  have nothing to fear, and he only wants your attention. You couldn't  answer, Hyun and Clemence have come back with all the ingredients. They  put those on the table and hand you both an apron. Clemence walks behind  Armin to tie his apron for him. Armin looks at you with a helpless  face. You also decide to make Armin jealous. You see Hyun looking at you. Hyun notice that you see it and looks away, blushing. You are going to use Hyun to make Armin jealous. And ask Hyun if he will tie your apron. Armin looks at you with his mouth open. Hyun blushes and goes to stand behind you to tie your apron. You look at Armin, and he asks if you seriously want to play that game. You act like you have no clue what Armin is talking about. Armin says alright, let's play that game. But he hopes that you know what you are doing. Clemence and Hyun notice what you say to each other but don't understand. Clemence lets you two see  that making cupcakes isn't hard. You only need to put in a lot of love in it.  You will start by taking a bowl and mixing the sugar with the  softened butter. Armin and you follow the instructions that wasn't too  hard. Then you have to add the eggs and the other dry ingredients. Armin  and you have to mix it well enough, so that it doesn't have any lumps. Armin sees that there are still some lumps left in his bowl and asks for Clemence's help. Clemence plays her hands on his  hand to help him. Armin looks at you. You tell Hyun that you could also use some help. You still have a lot of lumps left, and Hyun is probably really good with his hand. Hyun thinks he is when we are talking about baking. Armin keeps on looking at you. Hyun takes the bowl from you and show you how to mix. You tell him that he is really good at it. But that comes because Hyun has so many experience. And you are sure he has many experience. Armin and Hyun both get distracted by what you are doing. You only have to mix in the milk and  vanilla and then pour the mixture in the molds. Hyun and Clemence put  the molds into the oven, and then we have to wait 20 minutes. Clemence  goes inside the café to take ready of the customers. Hyun bring you two  to a table and gives you both a hot chocolate and cookies on the house. Before Hyun goes back to the kitchen, he looks at you. You wink and wave at him. Then Hyun goes into the kitchen. Clemence pretends to follow Hyun. But before she goes into the kitchen. She put her hand on Armin's arm and say that you can call her when you need her. Armin put his hand on hers, says that he will do that. Then she leaves into the kitchen. Armin looks at you and says that Hyun got your eye. Yeah, Hyun is nice. Armin tries to hide it, but you can see that it is bothering him. You point out that Armin is jealous. Armin thinks that it is good that Clemence is here to comfort him. You can see that Armin is enjoying the attention. And are happy Hyun is here for you. Armin is sure you are not going to win, if you are playing like that. You will be so focused on making Hyun jealous that you won't win with making the cupcakes. Because it all has no effect on Armin and doesn't cost him any effort. And Armin knows you are doing it on purpose. Then Armin's phone goes off again. It is work, Armin has to  take this. He walks outside. You stay alone at the table. You spent the  time thinking about that you are right, Armin is jealous. Your strategy is working and Armin is distracted two. And you are not going to stop. You will also distract Armin while frosting, so you will win the bet. And then you think about the dare you will give Armin and how to decorate your cupcakes. Once the cupcakes are ready, you go all  back into the kitchen. Armin's cupcakes already looks better than yours. Armin tries to touch Clemence while chatting with her. And you thank Hyun for his help and say that the cupcakes look beautiful. Armin and you decorate  the cupcakes. Clemence helps Armin where she cans and tries to touch him at every moment. You also try to flirt with Hyun. Twirling your hair around your fingers. Asking his helps for every step. And tell him that the frosting looks delicious. You put some on your finger and like it. It both distracts Hyun and Armin. You feel a bit guilty about the games you are playing, but you also have fun with it.  Once you and Armin are both finished. Clemence wraps the   cupcakes up, so you can take them with you. You both pay for the workshop  and leave. Once you are outside, you ask Armin if you made him jealous. But before he can answer, Hyun walks outside the café. Hyun thought that you two are a couple when you entered the café. But he is not so good with signs. And gives you his number. You thank him. Hyun really hopes that it is not inappropriate. And if it is, he is sorry, and you can throw the number away. Hyun goes immediately back to the café. You feel guilty. Maybe you took it a bit too far. Armin looks angry and asks if you want to eat the cupcakes at his place. That way, we can end this and give the looser a dare. You bite your lip and follow Armin.

When you walk in front of the park, Armin is very still. You ask him if he is thinking about his dare. He looks into your eyes and bite his lip. He says nothing back. You also further say nothing and continue to walk to his apartment. It turns night when you reach Armin's apartment. You are both quiet, and you feel your heart racing. Armin opens the door and you follow him inside. Armin locks the door behind you. You place your bag on the desk. Armin looks at you and ask if you had fun today. That you liked to make him jealous. While saying that, Armin walks towards you and take off his jacket. You think you took it too far and that Armin is angry. Armin then says that did you think that seeing you be so seductive would make him crazy with desire. Your heart is pounding. You don't know what to say and keeps stumbling with words. Armin walks more towards you, and you take a step back. You feel the desk against your back. Armin asks if you are ready to take responsibilities for your actions. You bite your lip and ask what you are responsible for. Armin comes closer to you and put his hands on the desk. His face is so close to yours. You are responsible for making him want you so badly. He is licking his lips. You want him as well and are gasping with excitement. You are ready to take responsibility. He slides his hand behinds your neck and kisses you with passion. You wrap your arms around him. His body pressers yours against the desk. Armin goes kissing your neck and he goes lower. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his forehead. He goes back to kissing your mount and pulls your dress up to your upper thighs. You unfasten his belt. Armin lifts you up to set you on the desk and pull off his shirt. You admire his body while he leads over you. You slid down the straps of your dress and bra to expose your breasts. Armin dives up on you to kiss you everywhere. Press against him, you feel your panty slip down your legs. His belt falls on the floor. While kissing your whole body, Armin opens up a drawer and pulls out a condom and puts him on. Then he crabs you and pulls you in. You let out a moan of pleasure. Armin puts his arms behind your back to hold you up. You let him impose his passion and rhythm on you, he possessed you completely. You forgot how amazing this feels. The pleasure grows inside you. You get the illustrations. Armin's movement goes faster and harder. He calls your name. You both come undone. Armin asks if you are okay that it wasn't too rough. You answer with giving him a fiery kiss. Your legs are shaking. Armin helps you to stand up. It was really great. Armin and you lean against each other without saying anything. You think back about all the wonderful moments with Armin. You are sure about it. Armin is the same person you fell in love with and is so much more mature. You still love him and his test period it is over. You tell Armin that, if he wants to, his test period is over. Armin and you are a couple again. Nothing would make Armin happier. Armin leans towards you again. You stop him. You don't want to let the same thing happen. And make him clear that you keep communicating, being honest and don't keep secrets from one other. Armin promises and takes you in his arms. The last few days and moments that he's spending time with you, it feels like a   weight  has  disappeared. The weight his be carrying with him since you two broke up. He doesn't want that weight to come back ever. And asks if you understand, and you do. He doesn't ever want to lose you again. The episode ends.

[muffinrecord]

My animation Project is going well! Apparently I’ve recorded 1294 videos. The image above is all of the characters with the completed recordings-- I finally have more characters with all the recordings needed over characters who are still missing some!

I do need to still stitch each character’s videos together. ...Not really looking forward to that, to be honest.

One problem I do have is that I can’t record the Doppels or the character poke/victory animations if I don’t have the characters. For the most part this is fine, because I have ten million alts and also some friends who let me borrow their accounts if they have someone I don’t. But unfortunately I don’t know anyone who has the first crossover girls. So... I’ll have to figure something out, haha. If I was smart with this sort of thing, I’d just edit it together with in-game assets but I actually have no idea what I’m doing when I work with video editors.

Anyways if you were curious, that’s what I’ve been up to! I work on it for about three to four hours a day. It doesn’t seem like it’d be a lot, but it’s actually kinda time consuming?

If you’re curious, here is what will be included:

Attack: Single-target (Charge, since Accele brings in an annoying text popup)

Attack: Blast-Horizontal

Attack: Blast-Vertical

Connect: (onto another character)

Magia (I re-recorded all of these so that they’d be consistent, music-less, and better quality from my phone)

Doppel (same as above)

Victory-Poke

Victory-Poke (if they were uncapped and received a special uncap animation, I include both the uncapped and capped versions)

YOU GUYS HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW HAPPY I AM THAT I HAVE MY 4*-ONLY ACCOUNT. BECAUSE THAT MEANS I CAN RECORD ALL OF THE UNCAPPED GIRLS CAPPED ANIMATIONS-- AKA, RYO ISN’T A FLAMING HOT MESS THAT MAKES IT HARD TO SEE THE ANIMATIONS!

If you’re curious, here’s a link to the google drive that I’m uploading to. Please note that these aren’t edited videos so some of them are a lot longer than they should be haha.

If you want to use any of the recordings for your own purposes, please feel free. You don’t need to ask. Even when I’m done making the actual completed video for each character, I might keep those recordings separate in case anyone wants to use them.

[theattainer]

How Today’s Students Can Become Great Writers by Using Thomas Jefferson’s Methods

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How Today’s Students Can Become Great Writers by Using Thomas Jefferson’s Methods

During my high school years, a number of my friends were homeschooled kids who belonged to a particular accrediting organization. This organization required each student to write an annual research paper, the length of which corresponded to their grade (i.e. a 10th grade student was required to turn in 10 pages).

Over the years, I heard many groans about these infamous papers, which made me quite glad that my school did not have the same expectations. In retrospect, of course, I see that my friends who did the torturous assignment likely had a jump on me in terms of writing experience.

As it turns out, those friends appear to have had the jump on not only me, but much of the American high school population. According to Jay Matthews in The Washington Post, “almost no U.S. high school students are required to do long research papers.” Other writing is also minimal, largely consisting of only a few paragraphs here and there. With numbers like those, it’s no wonder that only one in four seniors leave high school as proficient writers.

But Matthews has a theory on how to change this problem. He suggests:

“‘Require students to take at least one semester of reading and writing instead of their regular English class. A paper is due each Monday. In class, students read whatever they like or work on next week’s essay while the teacher calls them up in turn and edits their papers as they watch.’

Each student would get about 10 minutes of live editing a week, much more than the zero minutes usually allotted. A few teachers told me they were doing something like that, but I realize it is too radical a reform for most places.”

In brief, Matthews is encouraging a focus on the basics. Read good books. Devote lots of time to writing. Be mentored by people who know their stuff.

Indeed, this advice is similar to that given by Thomas Jefferson for the education of his grandson, Francis, in 1821. According to Jefferson, literature and rhetoric – the art of persuasion through writing or speaking – were two subjects in which Francis could educate himself. Jefferson noted, however, that good writing is particularly advanced when guided by “the judicious criticisms of a qualified judge of style and composition.”

Jefferson himself seems to have had the benefit of this type of mentor while in his late teens. As he notes in his autobiography, he became a close friend of Dr. William Small of Scotland during his time at the College of William and Mary. Although Dr. Small was a mathematics professor, he appears to have been well-rounded in various disciplines. Two of these areas were literature and rhetoric. Apparently, Dr. Small was such an expert in these areas that he was the first to give regular lectures on both at William and Mary.

So, did Dr. Small’s expertise in these subjects rub off on Jefferson?

It seems likely that it did, for it was these very areas which catapulted him to a position as drafter of the Declaration of Independence. Recounting the occasion, John Adams wrote:

“Mr Jefferson came into Congress in June 1775. and brought with him a reputation for literature, science, and a happy talent at composition. Writings of his were handed about remarkable for the peculiar felicity of expression.”

When Jefferson protested being made the head of the Declaration committee, Adams gave him three reasons he should take the lead. The third? “You can write ten times better than I can.”

One has to wonder if Jefferson would have landed such an important job if he had not spent extensive time reading and been under the mentorship of someone skilled in literature and rhetoric.

Would today’s students soar to greater heights if schools took the advice of Jay Matthews, devoted more time to reading and writing, and were mentored by teachers who did the same? Would such a practice not only turn out better writers and communicators, but better thinkers?

What do you think?

[captainmdhridoyhossain-blog]

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[arcanamusica]

Arcanamusica Novel #002- His Case (彼の場合) Translation

As I finally finished the recording that I was creating for Arcanamusica, I pressed the upload button so that my song published itself immediately. I hung my acoustic guitar back up on its stand, flopped down on my bed, and prayed that I would go viral with bets this time. 

One of my bandmates introduced me to Arcanamusica a few months ago, and I’ve been using it as my main streaming platform ever since. It’s nothing like performing at a live house, hearing the cheers and screams from my fans…Even so, knowing that my music is being listened to through the app is still rewarding in its own way. Well, if they listen to it, that is. Lately, my songs haven't been doing well at all. I sighed and leaned back. Last week, the new song I posted only got around 50 views and 10 bets.. Not to mention, there’s only a few people that subscribed to me who aren’t my friends. Even though this is an app that encourages finding new artists, it’s hard to get people to listen to things outside their comfort zone. Well, hopefully I can get there little by little.

As my depression roused itself, I started to doom scroll and look at the stats of the popular singers that I followed. I saw their hundreds and thousands of followers and tens of thousands of bets. It blows my mind, but I wonder if we’re really on the same app-or even in the same world. Apparently, some of the singers are professional…

I suddenly bolted up from my pillow when I saw the “New” icon shining at me on the screen. Legge released a new song! He was my favorite singer on Arcanamusica, without a doubt. I remember hearing his song “Dancer in the Palm” for the first time and I fell in love with his voice and rhythm. It was so unique that I became drawn to it unlike anything else. Legge’s second song, “Stray Dancer”, had such raw emotion weaved into his lyrics and tune… I wanted to be like that, and I wish I could learn how to make songs to make people feel that way too. Ever since then, I’d been waiting for a new song while looping his previous music nonstop Finally, after all the waiting, anew song was released! But...it was a duet.

This song I had been waiting for.. It wasn’t just Legge. His partner was someone I hadn’t heard of before, named “Shibukuchi”...Not only that, he included a comment on his upload. I don’t remember seeing anything like this before…Legge wrote that he was dueting with Shibukuchi because of the “Destiny Game”? I decided to google what this was, but nothing came up, even when I included Arcanamusica in the search bar. I checked social media instead, and eventually dug up info that Arcanamusica had a premium membership, where premium members got to participate in the “Destiny Game” Legge had mentioned. Even though I had been posting my music for months, I had no idea anything like this even existed.

But then, I realized-if I could play this game, then maybe I could duet with Legge himself. It looked like the only way to do this was to become a premium member. 

I went back to the app and tried to scrounge up any information I could find-eventually, I happened upon a link under the app settings, reading “Premium Members click here”. I couldn’t believe it was in such a hard to find place- was it really this easy to become a premium member? Did they think nobody would bother to look? I clicked it and held my breath, but I was met with the notice:

We are not recruiting premium members at this time.

What the hell was I thinking? I felt all the hope I had building up drop again as I fell back down on my bed. As I looked at the notice again, I saw that to become a premium member, you had to accumulate something called “Arcana Points” that were gained through getting a certain amount of bets. I didn’t even have enough bets to do that in the first place.. And even if I did become a premium member, there’s no guarantee I would be able to duet with Legge…

"Agh, fine! Show me what you can do, Shibukuchi!"

With reluctance, I decided to give the duet a listen to see what he had that I didn’t. I was fully prepared to critique Shibukuchi if he was worthy to sing with Legge, but as soon as the music started playing, I was taken aback by how good it was. It wasn’t like a typical Legge song, but rather a clashing of both singer’s tones that created perfect harmony as a result. I found myself not only focusing on Legge, but intently on Shibukuchi too. I did a search for his name and a few different songs popped up-all with the “special” label, just like Legge. I wonder what made these songs “special”...I didn’t have any option to do that on my songs, even though they were originals. I clicked on the song that appeared at the top of the page, “You are My Friend”. As I listened, I thought that he didn’t even come close to Legge’s skill and maturity as a singer-you could tell that he was a hard worker and did his best, but so was I. Why did it make him special?

No.

That’s not it. 

I can’t sing like he does.

Shibukuchi wasn’t like Legge at all. Instead of feeling like he was somebody that I aspired to be, I felt more like I was being left behind in his dust, and it made me ashamed.

This is so unfair.

It’s not like the special song was super cool or showed off all of his skill. Instead, it was something that spoke to the emotions. It felt like he was speaking directly to me, saying that no matter how much despair I feel, I can’t let go of my dream. It made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I could be unstoppable if I tried hard enough. I saw the amount of bets and views that Shibukuchi had, which seemed almost unreachable in comparison to all of the other singers on the app. Well, after all, he did do a duet with Legge. 

Both of them seemed so far away from me, but with my newfound inspiration, I thought…

Maybe, someday.

I gathered up my determination and decided that I would make a new song to upload in the coming week. I grabbed my guitar from the stand I had hung it on, and with a burst of energy, I got back to working on a new tune.

As the arpeggio I played rang out, it seemed to respond to tell me I was on the right path, and I began to create my next song.

[horsegreys]

Age of empires 4 rankings

#AGE OF EMPIRES 4 RANKINGS SERIES#

It was a time when the internet was still sort of in it's infancy, more simplified, and visiting AoEH was a place of pure magic (for me it certainly was, still is!). I still remember those early days, at least since late 1998, when I first visited this place. It's absolutely amazing that AoEH is still up and running, even though we are nowhere near as active as in the heydays of Age of Empires and The Rise of Rome expansion anymore. That's right, we've been around for that freaking long. Yesterday, on the 15th of May, AoEH turned 25 years old. I'd love to see more submissions, keep on designing and submitting! | Comments 25 years of AoEH Posted by PhatFish on May 16th, 2022 07:51 a.m. I haven't played it through, but from what I saw this campaign is definitively worth your time. Even bitmaps are included, though we cannot see these in-game because DE does not support them (check them out though). The maps are well designed and give a fair challenge. You get plenty of villagers though.Įmpires of the near East is a whopping 11 scenario spanning campaign for Definitive Edition, and it's quite impressive! Based on historical events spanning roughly 2000 years, you take Sumeria, Ancient Egypt, Babylon, Assyria, the Hittite Empire to the glory of their days. It's not really an accurate map in any sort of sense, but that doesn't mean it can't be fun or a challenge - maybe just lacking a bit in building space since you are located on (interconnected by shallows) small islands. It's been a few months since we've had any new submissions, so let's honor these latest additions. Whew, for a moment I thought uploading to the Granary (our downloads section) didn't work anymore. One of the quarterfinal matches between Saymyname (otherwise known from the AoE2 scene) and KGB_Crazy | Comments New Granary submissions Posted by PhatFish on June 26th, 2022 05:40 a.m. The games are currently being uploaded to Youtube and can already be found on Twitch, where the finals and bronze match will also be streamed live this coming weekend. The quarter- and semifinals have already been played, but I won't spoil them here in case you want to watch them for yourselves. If you're like me and haven't quite kept up with the changes to the multiplayer meta in the past ten years, this is a good opportunity to get a glimpse of how the best of the best are playing the game. And right now, the biggest event going on is the second iteration of Classic Cup which is hosted by WinstonsWaffles. Many details for that event are still waiting to be revealed, but it appears it will be played using the original Age of Empires: Rise of Rome, as that is still the preferred version of the game among the vietnamese pros.īut what if you wanted to see AoE: DE? The DE community isn't quite as big but a lot more geographically diverse. The biggest news for AoE1 mutliplayer this autumn is probably that it will be featured as a part of the Redbull Wololo Legacy event this autumn with a 50 000 $ prize pool. We could make fortresses! In Age of Empires, we can make bits of wall.Latest News WinstonsWaffles is hosting Classic Cup 2 Posted by Fisk on August 28th, 2022 08:55 a.m. That’s when it started to lean into the city-planning elements a little bit more, and when we were finally able to build gates and thus actual, practical fortifications.

#AGE OF EMPIRES 4 RANKINGS SERIES#

The series started here, but its successor is the one everybody remembers. And while this is undoubtedly, as promised, the definitive version of Age of Empires, it’s not really the Age of Empires that makes people swoon when they remember it. These aren’t problems that are only apparent now, 20 years later, but time has certainly made them stand out. Since warfare doesn’t get much more complicated than growing a big horde and clicking on targets, fights are more like herding confused cats than commanding armies. They do seem a little less pronounced, but every unit is still completely useless without micromanagement. The terrible pathfinding-units have a predilection for taking weird routes and getting stuck-and dull AI have made the jump to 2018 as well, and they still grate. If you jump into the Rise of Rome campaign or play as Yamato Japanese dynasty in a skirmish, you’ll still be going through the same motions and fielding identical armies. By the time you finish the Egyptian tutorial, you’ll have seen it all. A mountain of maps and objectives can’t disguise the fact that you’re playing with the same small deck, the same units and buildings, in every campaign. I still predict you’ll tire out before you finish every campaign.

[friskishdrawings]

Damn, this turned into a whole moodboard-

I was tagged by @theimpossiblescheme to put down the stuff that made me who I am today/my influences, and I think it would great to have them here instead of just the reblog everything blog c’:

The Phantom of the Opera, The Phantom Tollbooth, Archie Comics, Yellow Submarine, The Last Unicorn, The Little Prince, The Silver Door, Skellig, Hook, and Voyage of the Unicorn. As you can probably tell, I have a great love for the whimsical and stories that are kind of aware that they are stories—

Also I don’t really have an emotional connection to Archie comics beyond nostalgia, but it influenced my art style enough that some people have pointed it out before!

I want to tag @laura-arro-babbles , @narnour-momo-007 , @stephanie568 , @detective-manlychu , @thekyuusanna , @killjoyparasite and @un-awesomeme

(And anyone else who wants to do this! tag me if you do though, I wanna see!)

[lilacandladybugs]

using game theory to solve wilbur soot’s minecraft button game and submitting it as my final project

For my final project in my political science game theory course I am required to turn in an analysis of a game that I found in The Wild. Either the fates smiled upon me or they really hated me because a few days before the proposal was due Wilbur uploaded his button video where he dumps 100 kids in an empty room with a button and sees how long they can go before pressing it. And I thought wow. That would be an interesting and really confusing game theory model. Am I too embarrassed to tell my professor I want to model a game from a minecraft youtube video?

Apparently I have no shame because here it is in all its glory.

The Game: One hundred people are in a room with one button, if they make it ten minutes without pressing the button, one participant will be randomly selected to win $1000. The participants take turns choosing whether or not to press the button. If they press it, the button will randomly select one of the players to be removed, including the player who pressed the button. For each player removed, ten dollars are deducted from the prize.

For the sake of not destroying my sanity we’re removing the incentives of getting bored, wanting to do something interesting to be in the video, people’s bad risk assessment skills, and the different values that people place on $1000. Those are all important but I’m an undergrad and I have other finals to worry about so this is the best we’re going to get. I’m also going to pretend that Wilbur lets everyone have a turn pressing the button, and if they run out of people the cycle starts over again. I don’t think this will matter that much because while it is technically some variety of simultaneous move game, who presses the button doesn’t matter because everyone has an equal chance of being randomly removed so you can’t improve your utility by determining whether or not to press it based on other people’s decisions. I also only model the game with three players because it is very long and making it longer was making my eyes hurt.

Basically a game tree is just like a model of all the different outcomes that could result from a player making a particular decision. The program that i was using actually told me i needed to pay to include more squares and i was like no. so this is as fancy as it’s going to get i had to remove the squares which told you when the command block moved and when the button moved but i think its still legible

[I’m not sure if you’ll be able to see that on tumblr . try clicking on it and then crying if it doesn’t work. if i need to i’ll include a link here where i’ll upload it in a separate post. or i wont. idk yet.]

After each player presses the button, I include a node that I’m calling a move by nature but it’s really The Button move. At the end of the game, there is an implied move by the command block and I included a box with the possible utilities for each player, with the top number being player 1, and the last being player 3.

I solved this game using backward induction, meaning that I started at the bottom of the game tree where the last player is moving, calculated the expected utility of each branch, and then highlighted the branch that would get the last player the highest utility.

Expected utility is the amount of utility, in this case money, that you could receive times the probability you would receive it. In the last branches this means that the expected utility of not pressing the button is 20(½) because you have a one in two chance of receiving twenty dollars. The other branch, where you do press the button, you have a one hundred percent chance of winning 10 dollars, but you have a ½ chance of being removed from the game. So your expected utility of pressing the button is 10(½)=5, which is less than if you had not pressed the button.

There are two “moves” by “nature”, which in our case are the move by the button and the move by the command block at the end of the game. One of these moves always happens, the move by nature where you are randomly selected or not selected to win (the command block). Then there is the move by The Button, where you are randomly selected to be removed. When the person decides to either press or not press The Button, they are presented with the utility of being entered into (100-n)/(100-(n-1)) different worlds where you stay in the game, multiplied by the chance of winning 1/100-n.

In other words:

The average payout to the remaining players stays the same throughout the game. There are always the right number of players and the right amount of money remaining such that the money divided by the number of players = 10. But every time the button is pressed there are more and more worlds where one player is ensured 0 dollars. For an individual player, pressing the button increases the number of times that they could be removed. The player prefers to stay in the game, because when they are removed by the button they get 0 dollars, but when they stay in the game they on average get ten dollars.

This is easy to understand if you think about the version of the game where only two players are left. The second to last player is given the option of receiving either the expected utility of pressing the button, or the expected utility of not pressing the button.

This is the part of the project where I ask the question any undergrad under the page limit good game theorist asks: What would we need to change about the game to make the real players actions logical?

No matter what we change the probability of removal to pressing the button will always result in a slightly lower expected utility because pressing the button will still introduce some possibility of removal. But what if we were bored? What if there’s a benefit to pressing the button? Let’s call attention a, and let’s just do the model for the two person game since we’re now positive that the two person game and the one hundred person game work out the same way.

This almost certainly will result in some button pressing equilibrium for some players, but let’s figure out a more specific value of a.

We already solved this earlier, but remember that the expected utility of pressing the button is 5 and expected utility of not pressing the button is 10:

What value would we need to add to 5 to make players indifferent? 

5+a ≥ 10

a ≥ 5

With only a value of 5 dollars (or just utility), people get the same utility from pressing the button or not pressing the button. Pressing the button at the end of the game is the most punishing of any part of the game, because the probability of removal at this stage is higher than any previous stage. 

It might be more accurate to call this something like excitement, because toward the end of the game Wilbur is already paying attention to both of the players. But it definitely means that the attention and risk taking required to get into the video at the beginning of the video isn’t very large. You just need to value being in the video at roughly five dollars, which clearly a lot of people did. The excitement of pressing the button then is in my opinion likely the reason the video played out the way that it did. 

There you go. This took a while but honestly it wasn’t even that bad because this is only 7 pages long in word with the images and equations and it could have been even longer. I’m publishing this now knowing full well that my professor might want me to extend the game. I’ll let you know how I do.

TLDR; If you are an attention whore press the button otherwise don’t.

(please be nice to me if i fucked up i am a mere undergrad trying to pass a hard class this was really fun 10/10 would do again)

[evanjinx]

alternative universe buddie fics recs :)

note: the links weren't working the first time i wrote the post but i edited and they're okay now!! if it still isn't working for you is probably because you're trying to open from a reblog from before i edit it, so try open directly from the original post on my profile.

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Lift me up by @captain--sif [complete | teen and up audiences | 5.5k words]

Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 11.2k words]

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

*stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites [complete | mature | 11.4k words]

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

MukbangsWithBuck by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 19.3k words]

After growing tired of eating alone in his loft, Buck decides to start a YouTube channel where he records himself eating dinner and telling stories about crazy things his team has encountered on calls. He eventually gains a substantial fanbase, and he is led to the channel of another LA firefighter who uploads informational videos and also casual vlogs with his ten-year-old son. It isn't long before the two start a friendship through messages, both of them secretly hoping it will turn into something more. Or, Eddie and Buck are both firefighters/YouTubers and they end up falling in love.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates [complete | explicit | 139.1k words]

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.  But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie. Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back. He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head. 

Passive Aggressive Flirting by @starlingbite [complete | general audiences | 4.5k words]

Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

String of hearts... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 11.1k words]

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

check out my post of buddie fics with dad!buck

[hopelesshawks]

Companionship XP Part 33- Mob

18+ Kaminari Denki x fem!reader quirkless, streamer au

Summary: The decision to start a youtube channel was a spur of the moment thing. Sure you’d watched your friends have great success with their own channels, but when you uploaded your first video playing Genshin you never would have guessed it would take off the way it did. You’re perfectly content with the community you’ve built but if there’s one thing you’ve been missing, it’s someone to co-op with. When Mina offers to link you up with one of her old friends with his own channel, you just hope he won’t be too obnoxious. Enter Kaminari Denki. He’s definitely obnoxious, but he’s also so much more.

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

You’re not sure how you managed to make it to work.

After using up any and all good will to get out of shifts for a few days, you finally had to talk yourself into going in. After all, explaining to your manager you want to take time off because you’re a faceless youtuber who’s just had their identity revealed would be a little antithetical to you trying to delay everyone knowing who you are as long as you can. The whole ordeal has turned you into a bit of an agoraphobe, and even the brief walk from the bus station to the coffee shop has you paranoid that at any minute someone is going to pop out and ask for a photo or an autograph or something. 

It’s a relief that the coffee shop is relatively quiet but even still you feel jumpy and nervous the whole time you’re working your shift. Any time a customer takes a little too long to say something or answer a question you pose you wonder if they’re trying to figure out if it’s really you. It takes hours for you to finally relax and get at least a little bit less paranoid about someone calling you out as Ad Astra.

So of course that’s when it finally happens. 

“What can I get you today?”

“Holy shit.”

“Sorry, don’t think we have that one,” you chuckle, but when you look up from the register’s monitor the customer is staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Uhm… Can I help you?” you ask cautiously, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. 

“Sorry! Just, well, I knew this was a long shot because I only had the leaked photo and Yo’s livestream where he celebrated your subscriber milestone to go off of but I can’t believe I actually found you and the coffee shop you work at! I’m a huge fan, Astra! Can I get a photo with you? Oh my god, could you autograph my coffee cup?? That would be amazing! I have to tell people about this!” the fan rambles excitedly, already tweeting out your location before you can get a word in edgewise and ask her not to. 

“I’d really rather-” you start but she cuts you off.

“Don’t worry! I only sent it to a small-ish Ad Astra discord server I’m in. God they’re gonna flip when they see this! Say cheese!”

Suddenly she’s leaning across the counter so she’s next to you, facing her outstretched hand so she can take a selfie of the two of you together before you can even fully process what’s happening, only to gleeful send it to her group chat before giving you a bright smile as if she hadn’t just completely violated every boundary you’d attempted to set when you started on youtube. She then proceeds to give you her coffee order as if the past few minutes haven’t happened at all and then walk away to wait for it humming, apparently pleased with herself and how the interaction had gone. 

Either the girl’s discord server isn’t as small as she claimed or one of the other people in the server didn’t keep things nearly as tight lipped because no more than ten minutes later the once empty cafe is packed full of people scrambling to try and meet Astra. It’s terrifying and while your one other coworker working at the same time tries to make things easier by taking over the register, that still leaves you to actually make the drinks, meaning you’re still well within view and occasionally arms reach of the absolute pack of people all crowding around the counter trying to get a glimpse of or a photo with or an autograph from Ad Adstra.

God you’re just trying to do your fucking job. Your real world job. That’s supposed to be distinct from your social media job. And it’s all just so overwhelming and everyone is calling for your attention and you didn’t ask for any of this and why couldn’t Yo just use his brain for five fucking seconds and wait to post his stupid coffee photo for like fifteen goddamn minutes after you two had talked instead of before!

Just when you think you’re going to have a proper anxiety attack you catch a flash of familiar blonde hair shoving through the crowd to get to the counter. Denki finally fights his way to the front and reaches his hand out to you in a scene that truly feels right out of an action movie.

“Grab my hand!” he tells you urgently. You shoot an apologetic look at your coworker, who immediately shakes their head to indicate you’ve got nothing to apologize for, before turning back to your boyfriend and taking the offered hand. He swiftly pulls you over the counter and into his arms, wrapping you tight against his frame much to the initial protest of the others.

“Holy shit is that Chargebolt??”

He doesn’t keep you there long enough to even recognize who said it. He all but drags you out of the shop, hurrying you over to a black motorcycle. He climbs on effortlessly, encouraging you to do the same as the crowd hurries to follow you both. Before the first few people have even managed to rush out of the doors, you’re already straddling the bike with your arms tightly wound around Denki’s waist. You bury your face against his back as he quickly peels out of the parking lot, the disappointed calls of your fans quickly fading. 

Your heart is still pounding in your chest but the more distance Denki puts between you and the shop the lighter you feel, slowly forcing your breathing to match the steady rhythm of his.

A/N: This may be overdramatic but considering regular celebrities do indeed get mobbed I'm keeping it anyway. I love the idea of Denki swooping in to save the day. Not sure if I want to have the next part be texts or written account of what Denki and reader do after he saves her so sound off in my inbox or the replies ig

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