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5 reasons to not upgrade to the Google Pixel 7 from the Pixel 5.

1. Headphone jack

2. Headphone jack

3. Headphone jack

4. Headphone jack

5. Headphone jack

Please for the love of presidential shoelaces, give me back my damn headphone jack!

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Обзор Pixel 8 и Pixel Buds Pro. Первые впечатления.

Введение

Позавчера ко мне приехал Pixel 8, аксессуары к нему и Pixel Buds Pro. У меня был Galaxy S10 Lite и Galaxy Buds 2. Я был невероятно рад, и думал что прошлая техника будет казаться мусором, но оказалось что технически разница небольшая. PS: Разница ощущается в дизайне системы и самих гаджетов.

Pixel 8

Galaxy S10 Lite - отличный смартфон на свое время и деньги, которые я за него отдал. По сравнению с ним Pixel 8 ощущается по - другому.

Pixel 8 потолще и вообще в чехле какой-то пухлый, подбородок небольшой, но есть. Кнопка включения выше кнопок увеличения и уменьшения громкости, которые почти на середине от чего я особенно в первый день нередко путался. Заряда хватит надолго. Вибрация понравилась.

ИИ фишки есть но не особо нужны. На моем Samsung - e видно, когда наушники начинают портить тебе слух. На Pixel - ях определяй сам. Виджеты не складываются в стэк. Но за дизайн системы прощаю вообще все. Это прекрасно. Этот телефон будто понимает то что ты хочешь сделать. Его очень легко можно стилизовать под определенный цвет или обои. Есть реально много встроенных обоев, но можно поставить обои из эмодзи, которые можно выбрать, увеличить, расположить в разных порядках или на рандом. Он советует тебе цвета системы на основе обоев и вся система у тебя этих цветов - в том числе клавиатура, настройки где - то цветные, все приложения Google стилизуются и если захочешь иконки одного цвета у большинства приложений - да пожалуйста. Я обожаю Material Design.

Возможно кто - то почувствует разницу в мощности, но я не особо играю в мобильные игры. Особенно те, которые требуют высокую мощность. Динамики в виде полоски это просто взрыв мозга.

Pixel Buds Pro

Дизайн у кейса для наушников - просто 'топ'. Больше всех похоже на яйцо. А сами наушники бывают разных цветов, но не такого, как кейс. Я не стал брать яркий голубой или черный черный. Я выбрал максимально похожий на кейс туман.

Шумоподавление плохое, не чувствуешь разницы. Можно управлять свайпами - это очень удобно. Заряда хватает надолго. Качество звука определить не могу - не эксперт.

Дизайн самих наушников с некоторых, даже большинства ракурсов откровенно плохая и сидят они хуже чем Galaxy Buds 2 которые были у меня до этого.

Итог

В итоге, за 700 евро или почти 350.000 тенге, за которые взял и телефон, который показали менее месяца назад, и наушники, хоть и показанные чуть более года - это топ. В мире Apple за такие деньги даже AirPods Max не возьмешь, можно взять только 11 - й или SE.

Другое дело - что аксессуары обошлись почти в 100 евро а это почти 50.000 тенге. А с доставкой все вместе вышло почти 1000 евро, а это почти 500.000 за которые можно позволить и 14 - й. Но мне, как фанату и владельцу нескольких акций Google, пользоватся их техникой доставляет огромное удовольствие.

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[niyotech]

Review: Google Pixel Buds Pro Are a Smarter Pair of True Wireless Earbuds

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The Meeting

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.9k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv (lowkey a creep but we dont talk about that), public masturbation(m), exhibitionism, kinda iconifying? (f)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :) Part 2 maybe coming out this weekend

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

It's Jisung's English Composition class. He sits at the farthest back table on his own, tapping away at his laptop as the teacher discusses some concept he couldn't care less about. He hears some ruckus past his airpods, but ignores it in favor of listening to the music that's playing. That is, until, a figure covered in pink and white stands directly behind his screen. It's very obvious that the person is looking at him, but he tries to ignore it hoping that they will just go away.

It's not until the person's hand reaches out and waves in front of his screen that he finally looks up. As his eyes trail up the person's body he slowly realizes who it is. When their eyes meet, it finally clicks. Y/N L/N. The popular girl who is friends with "everybody" and dresses in short, short skirts with thigh highs and her stupid Hello Kitty pendant necklace that falls perfectly between her boobs. It should be my face there.

His eyes move to the top of her head, glancing at the fluffy pink scrunchie that holds her hair together in two pigtails. Then they move lower, catching her shiny eyes that are risen at the edges from her smile. And- oh. Her smile.. The one that is created from those pretty plump lips covered in a pinkish-red tinted gloss. He starts to picture what they would look like wrapped around his-

But then she's tilting her head and mouthing words at him. Oh, fuck that's right. His hands bolt up to his ears, yanking the earbuds out and completely forgetting about the music that bleeds out. He holds them away from his ears and meets her eyes again, almost moaning out loud when she bites her lip bashfully and speaks up again. Her silky sweet voice finally meets his ears and he can feel his dick twitch in his jeans.

"My group was being loud so we got separated for the rest of the semester.. Is that seat taken?" Her short charm-clad acrylic nails catch his attention for a moment as she points to the seat occupied by his bag. Fuck.. what he would give to see them also wrapped around- Ok ok calm the hell down Jisung.

"Uh.. yeah?" His voice comes out pathetic and he almost explodes from embarrassment when he realizes that he answered the wrong way. The corners of her shiny lips turn downwards and she goes to take a step back. But somewhere in that horny brain of his, he grows the balls to shoot out his hand to grab her wrist, "Wait! Sorry, I meant it's not taken. It's my bag. Let me move it out of your way. Oh- fuck sorry I didn't mean to grab you all of the sudden I-"

He starts to ramble, his pink cheeks jiggling as he desperately moves to throw his bag on the floor. She giggles at the sight and he malfunctions, accidentally dropping his bag as he looks up at her dumbfounded.

She makes her way around the table and he gets a whiff of her vanilla-strawberry perfume as she sits. His dick twitches again in his jeans and he inhales again, then he looks over at her from the corner of his eye. Her nails clack against her laptop as she pulls it out and opens it. Of course it's fucking covered in Sanrio stickers. Hello Kitty stickers being the most of them. He doesn't think he's been so envious of a 2D pixelated character in his life until the day he laid eyes on her.

Her hair bounces as she turns to him, those pretty lips taking all his attention again as he watches them move with every word. "My name's Y/N L/N. You're... Han! Right?" He nods slowly, no longer trusting his voice in the slightest. How does she know my name?!? I don't even talk to anybody in this class.. "Yeah.. Han Jisung."

She smiles widely, then those nails are moving around in his field of view again. This time her hands go up to her necklace, fiddling with it as she leans back into her chair and her shiny lips part again. "It's nice to finally meet you, by the way. We had statistics together last semester, but we didn't get the chance to talk at all." 

"Oh. You remember that class?" He grimaces and rubs the back of his neck, zoning out after she nods. He suddenly remembered the presentation for the final his group had to do in that class, And he vividly remembers the hard-on he had during it. It was only because of her and that stupid sundress she had on that day. Fuck you mother nature for the summer heat that day..

When her eyes turn to the whiteboard, he looks down at his crotch and rolls his eyes when he sees an evident bulge. He pulls the hem of his sweater down to cover it up and looks up at the clock hopefully, but is quickly shut down. God damn it.. It’s only noon and this class ends at 3:30.. I'm so fucked.

He gets through the next 2 hours before his hard on becomes too much to handle. His hand sneaks from the touchpad to his crotch, palming it lightly to relieve some pressure. Just real quick, he swears. It hurts like a bitch, so just this for now until I can go home. But all too easily he gets addicted to the feeling and pushes harder until he’s full on stroking himself through the fabric.

Shit.. she won't notice.. right? A sudden movement in the corner of his eye grabs his attention and he stops like a deer in headlights, in fear that she already figured out what he was doing and that he would get told off for being a freak in front of the entire class.

He glances over, watching for a moment as she instead mindlessly twirls her hair. Eyes still completely forward and focused on the professor. Then his eyes trail a little lower. Her lips are puckered in a cute pout. She eventually un-puffs her cheeks in favor of poking her tongue out slightly, in what he can only assume is focus as she types away at her laptop.

He watches for a few more seconds before slowly trailing all the way down, taking in her outfit and every curve of her body that he can see. When his eyes finally meet her thighs, he thinks his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. The skirt, that was already too short to be appropriate for a place of education, was ridden so far up her thighs that he swears if she just spread her legs even the slightest he could get a glance of her panties. Speaking of her thighs, the plush, bare skin there looks so soft. So biteable.. He licks his lips at the sight.

Before he realizes what’s happening, his eyes peek around to make sure nobody is in the neighboring tables. Then his hand moves on its own, sneaking out of the arm of his thankfully oversized sweater and sliding over his shirt to his pants. He clears his throat to cover up the noise of his jeans unbuckling and unzipping, and then his hand finally slides into his boxers. It was a tight fit but god was he going to make it work.

He strokes himself slowly, angling his dick upwards in hopes that the sweater would cover up the movements. He looks down for a few seconds and bites his lip, biting back a victorious smile as the sweater does just that. 

Feeling a little more relaxed, he allows his eyes to flutter closed. Immediately images of her flood his mind. Images of those pretty, glossy lips wrapping around his dick, those pretty big eyes looking up at him all watery while he shoves his dick down her throat. Images of her pretty pink nail-clad fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He starts to stroke himself a little faster, imagining that it's her hand instead of his. Fuck. Now images of her jerking him off in the middle of class fill his head. 

His entire body shivers at the thought and he leans forward, resting the elbow on his free arm on the table as he speeds up again. He glances down once more to make sure he’s hidden well, then sighs a little too loudly. He tilts his head down slightly, pulling his hoodie down to cover his face. He knows damn well how expressive his face can be and if that is what gives him away, he would never forgive himself. ‘M so close….

He basks in the pleasure for about a minute before a hand on his shoulder startles him. His hand immediately stops. His eyes shoot open and he snaps his head to his left, looking at the girl as if he’s disoriented. The face he was just fantasizing about looks at him worriedly, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted.

“Are you okay, Hannie?” His hand subconsciously squeezes his dick at the sound of her hushed voice and the new nickname. He breathes heavily for a moment, stuttering slowly as he racks his brain for the best excuse he could think of when she speaks up again. “Do you have a headache or something? You look like you’re sick, and your face is all sweaty!” She giggles at the last part and he watches as her eyes trace a drop of sweat down his forehead to his chin.

He nods his head, gulping as his hand slowly begins its movements again. She mocks his nod, eyebrows still furrowed. He feels her hand caress his biceps through the sweater. She means it in nothing but a soothing way, he’s sure of it. But the warmth of her hand on his skin after the thoughts he just had only made him twitch in his grasp.

He whines and leans forward, resting his arm flat on the table and resting his head on the fat of his forearm. To anybody else looking it seems like he was sleeping, and the way her hand moves to skim his back, also soothingly, just encourages him to move his hand again.

Her worried voice is suddenly close to his ear as her hand slows to a stop, and as his own hand continues to move along his length. “If you want me to stop, let me know please. I’m super touchy and I just wanna help.” His eyes roll into his skull and she can see his head faintly shake ‘no’. “It’s f-fine. I don’t mind it.” He misses out on seeing her smile as she hums and moves her hands once again, this time more confidently and down his spine.

It doesn’t take him very long to build up his orgasm. The feeling of her nails raking down his back, the imagery of her below him that floods his senses, and the feeling of his tip rubbing along his boxers join together to create one of the craziest orgasms he thinks he’s ever had. He moves his head slightly and latches onto his forearm, biting down roughly to stop himself from moaning out loud as he cums right then and there.

He strokes himself through it, waiting until he feels the cum stop spilling out his dick to pull his hand out and release his poor arm. He softens against the wet spot in his underwear and desperately wipes the excess that got onto his hands on his shirt. Fuck.. I just washed these too.

The post-nut clarity hits too fast, the charmed nails that are still raking up and down his back make sure of that. When he peeks out to look at the girl, he watches her type with her free hand, eyes focused on her laptop screen. And completely unaware of what he just did to the thought of her.

His now unoccupied arm wiggles through the sleeve of his sweater, meeting his other arm on the desk as he rests against it.

This is gonna be a long semester.

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ok here i go full hc prompt🥳🤩🤩

m6 in the ✨✋Future🤚✨ or at least to them, relatively, from their medievaissance-y mixed bag nonspecified time period to something resembling our times! i personally like to consider it still Their World, fictional, which just progressed to look like ours now (it literally makes zero difference to anybody except the inner machinations of my annoying ass but yeah ifykyk) basically yknow shooting a medieval peasant into 2023 & giving him mountain dew type beat

The Arcana HCs: M6 in the Future

~ @tetsuooooooooooo this was so much fun, thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy these!! ~

-- for headcanon purposes, MC is from the future and is tasked with taking care of M6 during their 24 hours there --

Julian

It takes him less than two minutes to figure out where (read: when) he is and his response is nothing short of enthusiastic

Please, he's been around the world, and he's got a delightful guide, and he really, really wants to know if his theories about leeches ended up being correct

He actually gets a little emotional when a quick google search shows him how wrong he was and you end up having to take him exploring to cheer him up and distract him from his failures

You have a really hard time explaining to him that clinics don't allow doctors without medical degrees to waltz in and observe random patients getting treatments

You take him to see a movie and he's transfixed

The screen is so big. The actor's faces are so clear. The drama is so much more than anything he could have imagined. And they come with music?? Hums the soundtrack for the rest of the day

If you show him that one version of Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum in it Julian will imitate him sporadically afterwards

Enjoys fast food way more than he should. Especially instant noodles. Will spend half an hour trying to pack some to take back

Fascinated by the concept of typing

You hit a button to make the next letter appear instead of writing it? But MC, this means that everything he wants to communicate through text could be easily readable. Imagine!

Freaks out a bit when you try to take him in a car. He's surprisingly comfortable in a metro, though, so you'll have to do with public transportation and bicycles

Oh yeah, he loves bicycles. He only crashed into three trees, a wall, and a stranger's parked car before getting the hang of it

He's convinced that earbuds don't actually play music, they just trick your brain into thinking that you can hear it

Almost exploded when you gave him coldbrew coffee

Asra

They know instantly that they're in a different version of reality. Sure, they've never traveled through time, but they've traveled through plenty of other dimensions

He's the least ruffled, and unfortunately, the least impressed. Don't get him wrong, this looks super cool, but this isn't any more otherworldly to him than the otherworldly places he's already been

Wants to go on a food tour immediately. Not the nice stuff though

No, they want the questionable food. The is-this-going-to-make-me-regret-existing food. The food that, if it was shown in an anime, would be pixelated and have threatening auras around it

So chill about what you tell him to do it's almost concerning

"Here Asra, climb into this four-wheeled hunk of metal that can travel over 100 miles an hour and hold yourself in with a single fabric strap while I pilot this through hundreds of other things just like it, driven by people we don't know and can't predict."

"Cool. Where do I put Faust?"

Don't tell them about edibles unless you want them to spend their day hunting some down and absolutely going to town on them

You swear you saw his hair stand on end the first time he tried popping candy

When you took them to get their radioactive meal (a.k.a. the closest fast food chain with the fewest ethical violations) they insisted on picking up one of every sauce packet to try them all

... and when he saw a nine-year-old mixing two different fountain drinks, he of course grabbed the largest cup available and went down the line so he could taste all of them at once too

You've never seen them this jittery and sugar high, so of course the next place to go is a trampoline park, with the bright lights and loud music and bodies hurtling through the air

He should not be getting the amount of air time that he does

Has a meltdown over modern fluffy blankets. They're so soft

Nadia

Gobsmacked. As in, she's a highly intelligent woman, and therefore able to really wrap her head around what she's seeing

The future!! She's in the future, Arcana help her

But she's got you and she adores you and she knows she can trust you so she's going to be okay. That said, start explaining. Now.

First things first: how's the infrastructure? She can't see any canals or aqueducts. Or fireplaces or lanterns, for that matter, what do you do for light? And cooking? (Cooking uses fire, right?)

Literally cannot walk past anything new without stopping to try to figure out how it works and if there's a way to recreate it herself

Bicycles on a rack? She's spinning the pedal and trying to figure out the balancing dynamics of two-wheeled movement

Almost lost it when she found out that it was possible to lift the hood of a car and look at the engine inside that makes it go. You decided to take her on public transportation instead

Which turned into all kinds of excited brainstorming about public carriages, and gondolas built for 20 people ferrying people along the aqueducts, and new and terrifying uses for the catacombs

Wasn't very impressed with the fashion she saw

She knows what good quality cloth looks like. This is a women who grew up in silks and fine linens, polyester does not impress her

Except for the stretchiness. She does like that

The perfume counter, on the other hand, takes up a good hour and a half of her time. She's smelled plenty of fine scents before, but she's never been in a shop where she could sniff so many at a time

This one smells like Prakra. This one smells like Vesuvia. This one smells like the beach. This one smells like the woods. This one ...

Yeah, it was an excellent opportunity to take a nap, if you're the napping sort. You wake up to her testing perfumes on you because she ran out of space on herself

Gets so frustrated when you explain your government setup to her

Muriel

Oh no, please be very gentle with him

He likes to live in the woods because it is peaceful and quiet and it's one place he doesn't stand out in

He stands out in this place very, very much and he doesn't like it

Refuses to leave the room he appeared in until his appearance is as unremarkable as possible (which is not easy to do, by the way, the man is a mountain. modern clothes in his size are hard to find)

Does not want to go in the car. It's way too fast and it makes him seasick when he closes his eyes to shut it out

Buses are somehow easiest - they feel the least claustrophobic when they're not crowded and it's rude to stare on them

You two end up going to a natural history museum in the middle of a weekday when hardly anybody is there, and he lights up

There are so many animals, and there are enough other people in the world who find those animals interesting that they gathered so much knowledge people had to make a building to hold it all

Has never heard evolutionary theory before and is fascinated by it

Once he starts talking, it's hard for him to stop

He's not being loud at all - you can only hear him so clearly because you two are holding hands so he can't lose you - but he's being quietly submerged in his own special interest and he loves it

He just wishes there weren't so many skeletons. But he's glad the species they belonged to aren't forgotten this way

Long story short, Muriel's inner Nerd is unleashed and he goes hoarse from the amount of murmuring he does all day

Does not like getting food in public. Does not like eating food in public. Does not like being publicly perceived. As soon as it gets into afternoon and it gets busy, he wants to go home

Which is where you show him what the internet is and he's in awe

People can work from home? People can make friends without leaving their house?? People can talk without being seen???

Portia

Spends five minutes hopping in place and squealing into her clothes to let out her nerves and excitement before you can decide what to do

Then insists on taking half an hour to hear you describe every single fun or interesting thing to do so she can make a list

Yes, she's determined to hit every single one in one day

First things first: food. Take her to a cafe and watch her sigh over all the baked goods and sugar-loaded caffeine beverages

Then (if there is one nearby) a mall, so she can see all the stuff that people buy so they can have the lifestyle they do. You have to drag her out of both Bath & Body Words and Bed, Bath, & Beyond

Please, it's full of fluffy fuzzy things and good smelling mystery goo, she wants to live in it also what do you mean "no stopping at the pet store", what even is a "pet store" -

Oh. OH -

You will have to physically pull her away before she adopts all the kittens. She does cry about it later, just a for a bit, they're so cute

Next is a library and cafe, of course, because she lives for books

This place is way bigger than the Palace library! The one in the Palace is just a large room, this is a whole building!! And people get to come here, whenever they want, just to read, for free?! What?!

You had to remind her about the "no loud noises in the library" rule several times. She's doing her best, she's just passionate

Completely demolishes her first chocolate croissant

Goes feral at the amusement park she has you take her to afterwards. This woman is an adrenaline fiend. You're cursing the pop up add for it by the fourth consecutive free fall ride

The only way to get her to leave is to tell her that one of her favorite stories was turned into a movie and that you'd have to go home to watch it. Don't take her to Target to get snacks. She'll disappear

Flicks the lightswitch 30 times in a row because she can

Lucio

He's immediately panicking. Not because he's in the future, no, but because of what it's done to his arm

It's changed. It's not running on magic any more. The only way to resolve his design is for it to be some kind of high-tech electrical prosthetic that even modern scientists would have difficulty with

Once he's adjusted to using it, you're good to go

Lights up like a firework the first time he rides in a car

MC. MC how fast does it go. MC that's a very high number. MC, he wants to drive. Please. Please! Pleeeaaaassssseeee

DO NOT LET HIM DRIVE.

Makes you pull over after seeing ads for Sephora because he's convinced that he could pull off that eye makeup even better

Tries every single makeup sampler and then gets offended when one of the poor employees suggests an anti-aging cream

Him? Aged?? How dare they - oh wait that really does brighten his eyes. He'll take ten, please, they're so small, they can't cost much -

You'll have to pull him out before he sees you use a credit card, because once he does he's going to keep asking to use it and you're not sure he understands why maxing it out is a bad thing

His arm does run out of battery at one point, which does cause some panic. All of a sudden he's stuck with a limp hunk of metal swinging from his shoulder, it's not ideal

You're able to find the retractable charging cable on the side and plug him in, but then he's stuck sitting in the same spot for two hours and a bored Lucio is a dangerous Lucio

There is a solution to this, of course. You can give him an iPad with games on it. He won't move a muscle after that

The caveat is that he will turn into an iPad kid and get glued to every single screen he sees afterwards. You don't know how to fix it

Falls in love with vending machines and tries Cheetos because the leopard on them looks cool. Develops an artificial cheese addiction

[cinamun]

I decided to put together some gameplay mods and overrides I use primarily for storytelling! I recently had someone ask if I had a resources page on my blog, and while I don't (yet), I hope you and others find this cool list helpful. Full disclosure: there are several lists out there of must-have-mods, these are just ones that I use in my game that allow me to tell stories the way I'd like.

Overrides:

Food Textures - Utopia Sims (this creator stopped retexturing foods awhile ago, however all of their links are still active. I will get into actual food mods later, however I find these to be boss).

Stereo Dance Override - This overrides the basic stereo dances that come with the game. I believe there are 35 different dances (preview).

Earbuds Override - I use these which replace the one that came with the Fitness Pack.

Coffee Art (works with tea, too!) - Overrides the default black coffee or tea. Only choose one.

Kitchen Sponge - Just a cuter version of that yellow blob they use to wash dishes.

Cutting Board - Overrides the default cutting board in game, choose only one (I use version 1) its the little things, you know?

Knife Override - Same as above except just a cleaner version of the knife your sims are always flipping up in the air whilst prepping food. Again, the little things.

Billboard Overrides - Just a cool replacement for billboards that make for pretty cool pics.

Illness Blush Override - Gets rid of the spots and stripes that come with a sick sim and replaces it with a body blush. Realistic touch for storytelling when your pixels catch a cold or another nasty virus.

Dirty Plate Override - Because who leaves a clean plate behind after they eat?

Ceiling Override - Replaces the in game ceilings indoors with a variety of pretty cool swatches. Choose one but keep the folder somewhere so you can switch out when you want.

No gloves while boxing - I use this for realism. One of my OCs used boxing as a way to relieve stress. But he was a beast so, gloves? Nah.

Natural Knitting - If you're tired of the rainbow yarn, this override changes that to a neutral color.

EA Default Teeth Override - exactly what it says.

Beer instead of juice for coolers - This one I made myself lol. In my story, my OC's mom lived in a trailer park and was always outside watching TV next to a cooler. Well my OC had a drinking problem so I recolored the "juice" into a heineken. The things we do for our stories... anyway, you might get some use out of it.

Randoms:

No Bike Helmet (there are several of these, I use one by Scarlet but their website is giving me virus warnings now. Check lilmisssam and the guy I linked)

No ZZZs while sleeping

No Mosaic

No Music Notes

Toddler No Sparkle

Hide Lot Trait Head FX

I'll do a list of essential mods later!! Hope these come in clutch, friends!

[orangameelectronics]

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[danwithouttheplan]

Where is the enrichment these days? There is no cord to unwind as I pull the earbuds from my pocket. There is no fuzz from the TV as you prod its face - pixels of red and green and blue becoming obvious as you get close. Pressing play on a movie means so much more after the hearty thunk of inserting a tape. How do I comically knock a passerby out by dropping a Yellow Pages on their head from a 17th story apartment when I haven't seen a phone book in over a decade?

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 26)

Tw: non con kiss from our resident creep Monty, shoet chapter again

VOTE ON THE POLLS BELOW PLS FIRST 20 PPL ONLY COUNTED

part 27

"(name), as much as I love to hear your thoughts on the fabric Spandex, it's time for you to attend your lecture." He interrupted your rant about certain types of pants.

He's right, you should go. 20 minutes went by quick and you had forgotten what you told Yves. How did this conversation start? You have no idea.

But the conversation was getting so much fun! You don't want to go to class, you'd rather talk to Yves.

Yves covered his mouth with his hand as he chuckled, that was what he needed to hear after days of neglect from you. Education be damned, he is feeding his yearning for you first. He can always revise with you when he comes back.

"You are adorable, (name). Very well then, stay on the line with me."

You yap ahead, walking away from the entrance of your lecture, dodging the other students that are flowing in.

__

You find a secluded space where you can sit and finally conduct a video call with Yves after three days.

He's watching you with such admiration as you spew out nonsense from your mouth. It was a bit difficult at first because it felt like Yves was looking straight into your eyes through the screen. You don't know how he could maintain such great eye-contact with the camera lens without ever looking at himself in the call.

Yves is watching you while propping his head on a gloved hand. It seems like he's in a private balcony of sorts while he has earbuds on.

He is more ethereal than you remembered, especially now that he's wearing winter fashion, a heavy coat draped around his shoulders to combat the cold. There was wind blowing softly at his ever so healthy hair, but none of the strands stuck to his face.

You noticed that his makeup style is a bit different than what you're used to. It's a tad bit heavier and paler, but alluring and subtle nonetheless. Perhaps the weather influences how he looks.

He must have great reception there as the video feed you received from him is immaculate, it's clear and crisp. Almost as if you're watching a romantic film in the cinema, or a video captured with the intent of winning an award, something about the lighting, angle and the colours made him exceptionally beautiful and almost dream-like.

You? You looked like shit. A wad of jittering pixels that was recorded from an unflattering angle. Your call was running on the cheapest option of your data plans and your phone can be considered a relic of time. Of course it's not going to be the best quality, Yves made a note to give you an upgrade when he comes back home. Multiple upgrades, even.

You paid no mind to the fact that he occasionally scribbled something in his notebook, too engrossed in your own chattiness to notice.

Yves's eyes flitted to his laptop off screen. The corners of his lips temporarily twitched downwards.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his nose.

"(name)."

You stopped. Asking what's up.

He pointed his finger upwards to a corner. You have no idea what he is pointing at off camera, but you instinctively let your eyes wander to the direction of his finger.

The icon showing your battery levels is highlighted red. You're on your last few percentages. That was strange, how did he know where to point? How did he know that your phone is going to die?

"Did you bring your powerbank?" He asked, pouting because he knew you didn't. Yves has no choice but to end the call with you soon.

As he predicted, you didn't. Not even a charger where you could plug in an outlet somewhere.

"Then, goodbye, my dear. I'll speak to you later." He didn't look too happy having to let you go for now. But Yves wants to make sure you have a means of contacting help during emergencies.

He ended the call immediately. Yves then went on to dial Mr. Jones's number.

Meanwhile, you picked your phone up and placed it back onto the table, flicking your hand due to the heat it produced. You can't put that in your pocket now.

Question marks started popping up, you never told him that your phone is dying. Maybe your facial expressions gave it away? But it's still unbelievable how he could guess it. You did confirm it when he asked you if you brought anything that can charge your phone.

You started reflecting upon earlier events. You couldn't figure out how Yves knew Evangeline turned your speakerphone on. Was there a change in audio quality that told him everything he needed to know? If so, Yves is the most observant person you've ever met in your life.

Or maybe you're just that predictable. You don't know whether to take offense to that or not.

Regardless, your train of thought was interrupted by a pinch on the ear. You let out a surprised yell, your attacker pulling on your delicate flesh painfully.

"Joe Mama, huh? Anita Bath, huh? Ha, ha. Very funny, sweetheart." You whined and sobbed as he continued twisting your ear, you tried clawing his strong, callous hand off you.

Montgomery didn't budge while you wriggled under his punishment. He has a pinch power only an older sibling could yield, it's impossible to break free without tearing your ear off your head.

"You lil' prick, you're lucky that you're so cute. I'm lettin' your shenanigans slide for now." He lets you go and you cradle your reddened ear. Montgomery lets out a laugh as you recover from his assault.

"Hi, baby." He kissed your temple while you were distracted. You let out a shout of disgust before wiping your skin.

"Thanks for the number anyways, darlin'. I appreciate it." Montgomery sat next to you, setting down a large pizza box.

You asked him how he knew that was your number.

"I told you I'm gonna find out, didn't I?" He gave you a smug smirk.

You asked if Evangeline told him. He rolled his eyes and groaned at the mention of her name.

"Ugh, that stuck up brat? Lord no, I ain't need her help. And, I can't stand bein' around her, I dunno how you do it though." He began opening the box, revealing hot, delicious pepperoni pizza slices. Steam was emanating from the pie and its aroma made your mouth water.

He smiled seeing that his food choice today elicits a more positive response than yesterday. Probably because you haven't eaten since, the chicken and waffles were untouched on the table.

He took a peek into the greasy paper bag. Montgomery sighed upon seeing that you didn't eat your breakfast.

"Listen, (name). I know you're workin' hard for ya' future. But you still gotta eat! What the hell are ya' gonna do when ya' faint in class?"

You stayed silent as he chided you.

"If they faint, I'll be there to help them." You and Montgomery lifted heads to see a third person butting into the conversation.

"Not you again." Montgomery grumbled upon seeing Evangeline's cheery face. She gave her signature jazz hand and toothy smile.

You feel uncomfortable. Fearing that this is going to be an awkward dynamic between the girl who your boyfriend just dragged through the phone, and your creepy delusional stalker.

However, this is the closest you could get to an actual friend group in university. Pathetic, isn't it?

You avoided her eyes. But all she did was sit opposite of you.

"Oh, don't worry about this morning, (name). Sir Yves is known to be a grouch, after all." She held your hand and squeezed it. "I'm sure he said all that in the heat of the moment, he's going to get over it soon."

The mention of Yves was enough ruffle Montgomery's feathers.

"That fuckin' asshole. I fuckin' hate him, is he still botherin' you sweetheart?" He looked at you.

You don't know how to answer.

"Hey, it isn't very nice to call their boyfriend that." Scolded Evangeline.

"I'm their boyfriend! Not that... freak!" He hissed.

"Whatever you say, Monty."

"Don't fuckin' call me that, shut up!" Montgomery retaliated while Evangeline giggled.

He huffed as he sat back down and seethed in silence. But you think Montgomery doesn't see Evangeline as a threat, more like an annoying housefly hovering around him.

"Ooh, pepperoni! Yummy." She propped her head up with both hands, staring into the pizza box.

"Yeah. And you can't have any-" Montgomery paused, watching you from the corner of his eyes. You stared back, not showing any emotion in particular, but Montgomery read it as judgement.

Soon after, he relented. "One. One slice. Then fuck off, leave me and (name) alone."

She squealed excitedly and clapped her hands. "I will take the slice, but I will not, fuck off." Evangeline gave both of you a cocky grin. Montgomery widened his eyes and let his jaw drop in anger.

"Why you--!"

You decided to stand up and walk away from both of them. That was sufficient to shut them up.

"Hey! Where are ya' goin', sweetheart?"

Montgomery yelled out from across the hall, but you ignored him and scurried out.

You picked up the pace when you heard them packing up too, pulling your phone out, you tried dialing Yves.

But before you could press "call", your phone died.

You cussed under your breath and let your legs propel you forward.

"(name), wait up!" Evangeline called from behind, you heard the heels of her flats striking the ground.

You only had a second to react when a tall shadow engulfed you. A strong hand on your right shoulder and a softer, gentler one on your left stopped you in your tracks.

"Where ya' headin'?" Montgomery asked you.

You gulped, alternating your gaze from Evangeline's blue optics to Montgomery's deep brown ones.

You could head to the library to use their public chargers to power up your phone. But that would mean you're stuck with Evangeline and Montgomery. There is a designated place for students to eat and chat, they're most likely going to drag you there.

Or, you could head to the picnic benches near the general parking lot. There are power outlets with cables suitable for your phone there as well, powered by solar panels. The campus security patrols around the area regularly, you could just make a scene if anything goes south.

However, it's going to be hot. Boiling, even. Because it's outdoors and you think that the tables under the shade are already taken.

You asked them for the time, Montgomery beat Evangeline to it because he has a watch on his wrist.

"It's 12:18, why?" He asked. Usually Montgomery has an hour and a half of break.

You asked Evangeline if she has any class after this. She shook her head.

"Nope, I'm all done for today."

The classes in the afternoon are all lectures. No attendance is being taken, you could call Mr. Jones to save you. But that means there will be a chance Evangeline will hop on and tell her father what happened between her and Yves. You're not sure if you can handle the awkwardness.

But before you can even call Mr. Jones in the first place, you have to revive your phone first.

Using all the information you have, you made your decision.

[im-yn-suckers]

as time passed

as time passed you stared out the window of your class waiting for afterschool study hall to begin. taking one last glance at the door, you notice niki didnt leave as usual. usually it would just be you, today was different.

maybe niki was failing and needed to do extra work to get his grades up. maybe he wanted quiet time after school. maybe he wanted an escape from reality. reality, what is that. reality is realizing that youve been staring at him for a good minute.

he smiled at you, a hint of pink flushed his face. not as much as yours though. your cheeks were a crimson red and you quickly faced the window again. you heard a soft chuckle leave his oh so pretty lips.

as time passed he sat next to you and grabbed one or your earbuds and put in his ear. noticing your pink ears and face, he smiled at the way he could make you so easily flustered.

he even started talking to you during classes, sitting next you and pulling your seat closer to his. he eats what you dont from your lunch so much that you start to pack extra for him. his friends would invite him to sit at their table, but he'd much rather sit with you.

it wasnt until one lunch period that he saw you sip your water in such a beautiful way. the way a single droplet of water slipped down your lips. the way he wanted to kiss it off so bad

as time passed you sat with niki and his friends. they saw his actions. the actions that were blurring the line between friends and more. that line was blurred, pixelated even. why? because of niki.

hed often wrap his arm around your shoulder. hed come over your house and hed lay his head on your stomach. hed do everything a boyfriend would do, except kissing.

he obviously knew that hugs that last over a minute were not platonic. one day, he woke up with a text from you saying you forgot to pack him his extra lunch but he could eat yours. his heart swelled at the fat that youd let him eat your lunch.

as time passed hed feel a swarm if butterflies everytime youd hug him, or even walk by him. the small bouquet consisting of three small dahlias and a few little patches of babys breath in his hands wanting to blow away with the wind.

the words slipping out of his mouth almost came out like a word scramble. your arms wrapped round his neck and his nose fell into your neck. he leaned down and your whole foot was on the ground, not just the tips of your toes. you pulled back and pressed your lips to his.

his friends watching by the door of the study hall classroom. clapping and hooting in amusement. walking you home that day was especially calm. no unwanted feeling in the bottom of either of your chests.

as time passes he kisses you before every class. whether you like it or not. hed sit with you everyday and play with your fingers so much that it got to the point of your teacher noticing and telling him the board is in the front of the class, not your face.

his hand is always touching you, on your thigh, linked with your hand, in your hair, as long as he has his hands, theyre touching you. outside of school, oh god. hes worse. hes at your house or your at his. the entire time hes on top of you, under you, next to you, or across from you.

hed eventually call your name just to kiss you or cling to you more. hed show you off by calling you names like 'angel', 'pretty' 'my pretty', 'my girl' 'my pretty girl' 'princess' and simpler names like 'baby' 'babe' and 'honey.

moral of the story, as time passes he loves you more and more

[tiredcatboysinc]

Insert Car Seat Headrest lyric that relates to problems with intimacy and people.

Shrugs, KinitoPet/reader because I wanted to express my issues with intimacy or something. -Pesticide🐞

ao3

You know, it’s really fun being a depressed senior in high school. It’s especially fun when you only have one friend, that friend being a fucking sentient and obsessive computer buddy who I’m pretty sure is a fucking virus…Don’t even ask how I managed to download a borderline virus onto my laptop, I couldn’t tell you to be honest. It kind of just… happened, you know? When you’re on the internet for over 8 years this shit happens, and it happens a fuckton; believe me. 

So now I sat, the permanent frown ever etched into my face as I doom scroll through Twitter. Twitter? X? Who cares, it doesn't matter. I’d much rather doom scroll on Tumblr, but I did that too much and I’ve basically seen everything for the next few hours. The band of my choice blasted through my headphones, Car Seat Headrest; much to before mentioned ‘computer buddy’s dismay.

Oh, I didn’t tell you his name, did I? KinitoPET, or Kinito as he liked to be called. He? It?... I’ll go with him for now, Kinito seemed to be okay with those pronounce… Ha, pronounce… Pink gills and pronounce… A chuckle escaped me at that thought, which of course caught the attention of Kinito. The little axolotl's head perked up, his small, beady eyes staring into my soul. Fuck, that was unnerving… “What are you laughing at, Friend?” He questioned, the text-to-speech voice ringing loudly as it sliced through the music. I winced at that, flinching at how loud Kinito had set his volume to.

Kinito had full system access to my laptop, a dumb decision on my part probably. If he wanted to could destroy everything, wiping the hard drive and all of the system functions. Though he chose not to, I think he understood that would kiss him in a way; which meant he would never see me again. God, what I wouldn’t give for that… But, in a way, I guess it would be a little sad. 

Kinito was my friend, my only friend. He had been there, for better and for worse. Never had Kinito laughed at me, nor was he overly harsh or critical of the things I loved. So, In a way, I suppose, I liked Kinito. At least I had grown to like him, maybe grown more than toleration. Eugh, even thinking that made me shiver…  Fuck, he’s still staring at me, isn’t he?

“Hm? Oh, nothing. Just thought of a stupid meme..” I murmured in a harsh tone, my voice hoarse and scratchy. Of course, Kinito wanted to know more. He always did, it was his nature; he was AI, even if he was sentient. A hum of curiosity left the digital buddy, pixelated and piercing. The sound made me grunt with irritation, the sound forcing me to yank an earbud out. God forbid I got fucking tinnitus from this little shit, if anything, I’d much rather get it from an airplane jet… Hell, anything really. 

Kinito noticed my reaction, and he was quick to manage his volume; which I was thankful for. “Ah, I apologize, Friend. I wasn’t aware I was so loud!” He chuckled apolitically, his disembodied, white-gloved hands rubbing together nervously. A sigh left me, my hand waving dismissively. There wasn’t any point in getting upset… even if his voice at such a high volume gave me a headache. “It’s fine… Not like you busted my eardrum or some shit.” I quipped sarcastically, a scoff of a chuckle leaving my grinning lips.

 Slowly, Kinito’s eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze back to me. Ah shit, here we go… I knew where this was going, I could feel the storm brewing in the pit of my stomach. Kinito was about to rant, and he was about to rant hard and long. 

The words started to flow from his nonexistent mouth, Kinito’s hand flying across the screen in front of himself. He rambled and ranted, going on about how snarky I was; and how I was “such a little menace” to quote him directly. I only half-assed paid attention, not really listening to the words that left the axolotl computer buddy. My focus was on something else, the way he moved his hands. 

Kinito wildly swung his hands, all of his movements violent yet skillful; as if he knew exactly where his hand was going to go before it went there. Honestly, he probably did know that. You know, being an AI and all that good stuff. Still, it fascinated me; my gaze following his gloved hands every movement. Of course, I pretend to listen. I hummed with faux agreement and nodded to his words; all of them going in one ear and out the other. 

I wonder… I wonder what his hands feel like. Were his gloves warm, or cold? Soft or rough?... If he held my hand would he interlace our fingers? 

Okay, pause, stop the thought train. What the fuck am I thinking right now?? My cheeks are warm, and my heart is beating out of my chest with just the thought of holding his damn hand??? Hell, am I really that touch starved… Probably. 

I advert my gaze from Kinito, my cheeks now flushing a soft red; the embarrassment of my own thoughts, thoughts he didn’t even know I was thinking, pooling in my gut. My heart races faster than a teenager with anxiety trying Delta 8 for the first time, and if you don’t understand that: it’s basically going at supersonic speed. 

Kinito continued to rant for half a second, his words starting to trail off when his eyes met my face. He took notice of my burning cheeks, his head tilting with confusion. “...Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry, Friend, I did not intend to upset you!! Please tell me what I said, I promise to-”  I stopped him in his tracks, tapping my trackpad softly while my cursor hovered over his head. The cursor made a soft click, the motion being akin to a makeshift pat or bonk. “Shut up, you didn’t do anything.” I stated bluntly, though I still refused to turn my gaze back to my screen. 

Augh, fuck, why did this stupid little computer buddy have to draw these thoughts ? These emotions ? Things I’ve never felt for any living, breathing, human ??? It didn’t make sense, it shouldn’t make sense. None of it was logical… but then again, I was never a logical person to begin with. 

Maybe this was some fucking plot, some scheme that a higher power was playing on me. They’d planned for me to download this little sentient AI, and they had made me fall in love with it; all for shits and giggles. And who was I to say no to such a perfectly crafted friend, lover even?... I wasn’t. If some… fucking little menace of a higher will, god, power, deity, whatever be it, wanted me to kiss this dumb AI then I would; I would find a way to. 

I had come to love Kinito, even if I wanted to strangle him at times. 

Finally, I turned to Kinito. My face was red, embarrassment showing in every pour of my cheeks. “...You’re such a little shit, and I love you.” The words came out quietly, just above a whisper. It was weird, an odd sensation to say the words “I love you” so… willingly. And apparently, it was odd for Kinito to hear me say those words as well. His eyes widened, and several times he blinked as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. 

A hue of red spread over his cheeks, Kinito’s eyes crinkling as a nonexistent smile crept onto his face. “I love you as well, Friend.” He spoke softly, happily, voice full of love, warmness, and contentment. 

I knew Kinito would never let me live it down, and I knew it was risky; it was vulnerable. Still, I did it anyway. I smiled, a small smile. 

Kinto was my friend, and I loved him. And maybe, one day, I’d get to find out how he’d hold my hand if I was lucky enough.

[chloessapphicapothecary]

"15% Remaining"...

"Oh come on... i charged this stupid thing this morning...." Beca muttered under her breath as she sat in her seat, looking at the annoying, familiar sight of her phone saying it was near dying, and she was literally minutes after take off. Smacking the phone with her finger, she showed off her frustration as she tried to get what little she could out of the dying device. She had e-mails to read and reply to and social media to maintain as she flew from NYC to Seattle, where she stayed when she actually had time to not be her busy, popular Record Producer self (which luckily for her, no one really knew producers by name, so she could fly all over the world woithout even so much as a 'Hey, arent you...?' conversations on the plane. She could just settle into her seat, and spend a few airborne hours in blissful, working obscurity.....

... unless her phone was this dead. And of course, she, against her better judgment, checked her laptop... so it was sitting, fully charged, under the plane.

Though, as fate would have it.... a rather laid-back, precocious redhead looked over to see the rather demonstrative finger pecking of the woman across the seat from her. Popping out her earbuds, she casually asked the woman across the aisle, "Excuse me, miss.... what kind of phone do you have?"

Beca, jarred from her irritate fuming, looked up through her long brunette hair towards the voice that was aimed towards her.

"Pixel 3..... why?" she asked, a bit defensively as she looked at the gorgeous redhead that was looking at her with such a warm, soft tone.... enough to be amlost disarming, were she not so irritated by her phones relative deadness.

"Oh, me too!" the warm, fliry redhead smiled. "Need some charge? Im at like..... 87%" the redhead offered, extending her phone across the aisle towards her.

"Dude, seriously?" She asked, partially taken aback, but mostly dumbfounded that this ramdom, pretty girl was literally swooping in to save her flight, single-handedly.

"If by dude you mean Chloe... totes." the redhead smiled, her warmth and smile making Beca uneasy, but not necessarily in a bad way.

"... who's Chloe?" Beca asked, a bit flustered, and even more confused.

The redhead just smiled. "Me.... i’m Chloe..... Chloe Beale." She explained, her tone warm and inviting, even as she watched Beca blush and devolve to the feeling of absolute foolishness as she didnt realize the obvious.

"Oh..... hey Chloe.... im Beca..... Beca Mitchell.." she half smiled, just wanting to crawl into a hole and hide until the awkwardness of her flub disappeared.

Chloe's eyes went wide. "Wait..... Beca Mitchell.... the producer?" Chloe asked, as she played it cool, and didn't fangirl any more noticably than she could hide. "As in.... produced hits for the likes of Swift, Grande, Clarkson, and more?" she asked, trying her best to keep her cool.

Beca swallowed hard. "Yeah.... thats me." she admitted, immediately dreading it. "So, whose juicy secrets do you want to know about?" she deadpannedly asked, as usually most who discovered who she was wanted ALL the juicy secrets.

"No one’s.... you’re like.... a musical genius!" Chloe finally let slip, before blushing almost as deep as her crimson locks.

Beca was noticeably thrown for a loop as she sat there.... she was shocked that when names like Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift were dropped.... that this person cared more about her. Quiet, insignificant her. "I.... I'm not that good.... i just help them be as talented as they are..." Beca played it off.

"Bullshit. Ive heard Ari.... and i've heard Ari when you produce.... girl... she’s next level." Chloe gushed. "Sorry.... I'm really trying not to fangirl... but I’m a music nerd, and i mean like.... for the behind the scenes stuff..." Chloe admitted, opening herself up bare to the Record Producer sitting across from her.

Beca started to respond, then froze, tried to rethink her words, then finally stammered out, "It’s ok.... you'd be surprised how rare this is...."

"Really? You're like.... Da Vinci, or Picasso... just with music..." the redhead blushed, phone still extended between them.

"Oh, sorry...." Beca smirked, extending her phone towards Chloe, the pair touching, and the pairs hands dangerously close to doing likewise.

"It’s ok.... I always told myself I wouldn't fangirl like that..... I'm sure it’s hella-annoying..." Chloe tried to play it off, hoping she didn't manage to make the award-winning producer think she was some crazy-stalker-music-nerd.

"It’s fine, trust me.... you're the first to ever actually treat me like i was Ariana or Taylor..." Beca replied, blush spreading across her cheek. "I usually manage to live in relative obscurity.... until i met you, Miss Beale." she teased.

"Oh please, call me Chloe.... well, for the next few hours until you disappear into Seattle... or elsewhere." the redhead said warmly.

"Ok, Chloe... and please, call me Beca....." the short brunette replied.

"Ok, Beca..... so, can i ask why you're flying to Seattle?" the redhead asked, somewhat submissively, not wanting to make Beca uncomfortable.

"I.... actually live there..." Beca replied, feeling rather good to be so upfront and honest with another person.

"Oh.... that’s great!.... it’s a wonderful city." Chloe smiled. Beca caught just a flash of it, but that image would be stuck in her head for awhile.

"What about you? If i may ask..." Beca added, smiling back... slowly but surely being drawn in by the living ray of sunshine sitting across the aisle from her.

"Oh..... I.... it’s a long story..." Chloe replied, getting a bit choked up by the memory.

"Oh, no, thats fine, you don’t owe me any explanation....." Beca tried to console the emotional redhead.

"No, it’s ok.... i moved out to New York to chase a relationship.... it didn't work." Chloe admitted, shruggung semi-nonchalantly at it all, though it was much more painful, in retrospect.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry...." Beca's facial features softened, and she wanted to hug the hurting girl. "... i’m so sorry he did that to you."

"It’s ok..... SHE ended up being an anchor that tried to sink me.... and i couldn't live that lie.... or that life..." Chloe replied, opening herself bare.

"Her? Oh.... I'm sorry... i just assumed, beautiful woman like you.." Beca blushed even deeper, equal parts for assuming.... and for realizing such a pretty girl was at least Bi, so much so she didn’t even realize how she had semi-flirtatiously ended her sentence.

"Its ok, no offense taken... but yeah.... i haven't dated a guy in like..... 6 years." she admitted nonchalantly, though the fact that Beca Mitchell called her ‘beautiful’ would live rent-free in her mind for a LONG time.

"Girl, i feel you.... i can’t remember the last time i had time to date..." Beca smirked, her heart fluttering inside her chest. Here was this girl, beautiful, warm, and kind..... and she was starting to entertain thoughts of crushing on her like a silly, pathetic school-girl… which usually didn’t bode well for the quiet brunette.

"No guys in New York worth your time?" Chloe asked, intrigued. "I’d think you'd have your choice of any guy you wanted..." the warm, open redhead replied frankly.

Beca began to reply, then smiled playfully, and decided to try the odds. "... i never said i was looking for a guy..." Beca replied with all the bravado of her on the Late-Night talk-show couch, even as she was panicking and hyperventilating inside.

Chloe took in a deep breath, and their phones disconnected for a moment as Chloe processed what she just heard, but she reconnected them almost immediately. "So.... you couldn't find a girl worth your time then?" Chloe asked playfully. "So.... what kinda girl does Beca Mitchell look for?..."

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Kudos to anyone who got the hint yesterday! Yes, Bechloe was my first ship, and the Chloe in "Chloe Danvers" comes from her. And in my defense, Cat Grant and Beca Mitchell will ALWAYS have my heart. (They both remind me of you, Maalkhati. 💜☀️)

El Mayarah,

Chlo. 💜☀️