#eyes 2 tha screen I am

[revivemyreverie]

😔 doodled em cuz i kept thinking about how cute they were……

OOMF THIS IS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO CHERISH THIS LIKE A NEWBORN BABY ANF ALSO EXPECT A RESPONSE IN UR GADDAMN ASK BOX IN ~ AN HOUR

[shotmrmiller]

when the video on your phone freezes for a heartbeat, just a fraction of a second, you're jolted back to reality.

and then it begins to vibrate in your hand. you stare at the screen, eyes squinting against the unforgiving glow that pierces the darkness you're enveloped in. (had been, anyway.)

in the corner of it says 2:03 am. witching hour. when the world holds its breath. everyone except for him. as always.

the same man who couldn't fit you into his meticulously curated world for longer than a night; a world where emotions were ruthlessly shoved into a cardboard box and labeled non-essential. (yet dogs you endlessly.)

the phone continues to ring, vibration buzzing like a mosquito in your ear. you run through your very limited options. ignore it and you'll have to suffer with him having nothing better to do than cause you to lose sleep because you need the alarm to go off in the morning or pick up and let him prod at old wounds with his gloved fingers.

(fingers you wish were curling inside you again, pad of his thumb rubbing on your aching-)

this isn't the first time he's disrupted your peace using an unknown number and it isn't the first time you answer despite knowing you shouldn't.

maybe in another life you'll have better self control.

(your masturbation session will have to wait.)

before you even get a word out, he's already cutting you off. "pet. didn't wake ya, did i?"

insufferable fucking man. "you know what time it is. what do you want, Simon? here i thought blocking both your number and johnny's would get the point across." you hope your tone conveys the weariness better on his end than it did on yours.

he merely hums, a disinterested noise that ripples through the phone. you're tempted to hang up but you know the script. he'll just call. again. and again. and again.

"were ya watchin' our video again?" heat spreads up from your neck to the soft of your cheeks. there's no way he knew what you were doing before picking up. pure mortifying happenstance.

"i was." a tight breath warms the inner side of your wrist. he's always been a straight shooter which on him is both a strength and a flaw, and right now, with the way his voice carries over the phone, it's your weakness. good thing he's not here to notice the way you squeeze your thighs together.

"'nd it got me to thinkin' on how sweet you'd been then, bleary eyed 'nd pliant beneath me," your lower stomach burns white-hot, knowing the exact type of filth he likes to talk when he's in this kind of mood, "how thin i had your pussy stretched 'round me."

your core pulses at the memory of him resting against the firm seal of your womb, his work-worn palm pressing your stomach, as if trying to feel himself from the outside. (maybe he could, maybe he couldn't, you wouldn't know. not when he had you sitting on his lap as his own personal cock sleeve for longer than you deemed necessary. you'd been incoherent then.)

with liquid heat flowing through your veins, prickling at your fingertips, burning behind your eyelids, doing what he says next had never been easier.

"take your shorts off 'touch tha' pretty pussy f'me."

(you'd disconnected all the cameras in your room except for the one you didn't know was there. he's gotta keep a sharp eye on what's his, yknow? of course not, how could you? as far as you're concerned, he's just coincidentally calling when your hand is weaving downward to rub the little bundle of nerves between your legs with a home video he'd recorded of him fucking you stupid one tipsy night playing on your phone.)

[sonderessence]

kinktober ; day 3 | fuck a break up with hobie brown.

contains: fluff, a break up

a/n: this is kinda bad !!!

the time read 2:02 am when hobie heard a ring from his phone. as he woke, he noticed your name on his screen and immediately answered.

"'ello?" his tired voice called out. "y/n?" there was a loud silence from across the phone, but he could hear the faint sound of sniffling. thats when he heard your voice, you spoke so low and quiet that hobie could vaguely hear what you had muttered. "h-he...he broke up with me hobie..." you sobbed.

hobie's heart sunk at your words. "oh luv...." he sighed, "when was this?"

you sniffled "just....just a couple of hours ago...."

he frowned "do ya wan' me to come over?" you shook your head, even thought hobie couldn't see you over the phone. "i-it's late hobes, i'm...i'm sorry," you stuttered "im sorry for b-"

hobie was quick to cut you off. "it's fine da'lin', i'm on my way" just before you could protest, he hung up the phone, leaving you to your thoughts while waiting for your friends' arrival.

to your suprise, he showed up at your apartment earlier than you had expected. when you heard the faint sound of the doorbell, you jumped from your bed and towards the front door.

when the door opened, you were met with hobie — but he had something in his hands? a small bouquet of [f/c] flowers, your favorite color. you smiled softly at him, "are those for me?" you asked, chuckling slightly as hobie handed you the flowers with a grin on his face. "all for you" he chuckled.

"thank's hobie — oh!" you looked out the door and noticed the small droplets of water grow harder. "come in, it's raining!" you said as you pulled him into your apartment.

"what movie do ya wanna watch?" hobie exclaimed from the living room as you put the flowers on the counter and grabbed the popcorn bag from the kitchen. "uhm....you pick!"

hobie scoffed "you do not want tha', trust me" you rolled your eyes "oh come on, it can't be that bad." he raised his eyebrow at you before picking a movie. as you sat down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, you looked at the tv and whined. "hobieee, a horror movie? at night!?"

he chuckled "you told me to choose!" he played the movie as you mentally prepared for the night.

sleep had crept up in you, and as much as you tried to stay awake for the boring movie playing on the tv, your eyes dared to grow heavy. when hobie looked your way, he noticed your sleepy state and smiled, slowly getting up from his side of the couch to grab a cover and throwing it on you.

he moved closer to your face, planting a small kiss on your forehead. "g'night y/n..." he smiled, sitting down on the couch and turning down the tv a bit so you wouldn't wake up.

what he didn't realize, was you were awake.

[s-4pphics]

dial. teaser (e.w)

wc;cw: idk almost 1k not quite doe, fratadjacent!ellie back in this hoe, all ocs r black coded big purr <3, dubcon, parties, ellie being sexy, SMUT MDNI, not really yet but later y’all know the deal🤨, descriptions of sex and brief mentions of psychedelics?, omg am i finally gonna have pwp :3

dash sleep lol 

TWO STORIES @ THA SAME TIME????3!3&3 

im not a texter lol 

You gnawed at your nails as you looked down at the burning screen of your phone, waiting for your friend’s friend’s reply while pacing around you and your roommates’ small room. 

Your heart pounded against your chest with anxiety as you hastily waited for her reply. Please don’t make this awkward! Please!

You nearly jumped from the rugged floor to the ceiling when your device dinged again. And again. And one more time for good measure! 

You sighed with relief, your fingers tapping on your screen with vigor. 

You bit the skin on your lip and decided to test her.

You saw the small bubble pop up on your gray screen before it disappeared. Your nerves almost picked up before you received another message from her. 

Oh, shit. You fucked up. Maybe being an asshole isn't the way—

Your cheeks burned instantly; you should’ve never taken your Hennessy-filled yard cup to a fucking frat house! 

You woke up to a slew of text messages from… everyone? How many people did you approach last night?! You had texts from random contacts that you saved, firl wit fake nut on her face? haha in particular, asking if you made it home safe or could send titty pics🥺, and it made you want to crawl into a dirt hole and die. 

When Dina sent you a bunch of rushed texts asking if you smashed her best friend, you nearly fainted. Not only was your first rule of conduct broken — never fuck your friends or their friends! — but now you had to deal with your friends' side-eyeing you for fucking the one person they told you not to! You almost wanted to say that you didn’t fuck her, and it was all a prank, but by the large, dark spots and bite marks on your neck, nobody would believe you. 

You’ve never met Ellie before last night. Her and Dina are super close, according to your friend, and she apparently sells shrooms to other students after finals week? You saw her in passing on occasion, and she acknowledged you sometimes, but you knew nothing about her, despite Dina telling you to leave her the hell alone, bitch. You don’t need those problems. 

So how the fuck did you end up laid out across her roommate’s bed with her… fat dick in your throat?! And why is fucking her all that you remember from last night! 

You, by the grace of god, recall all the events: her tugging at your waist to pull you closer, the whispers and sucks on your ear, the slaps and scratches on your ass when she dug your guts out! 

You wanted to cry.

You felt tears jerk in your eyes at her aloofness. You were about to FaceTime her before another text appeared and soothed you. 

Before your fingers could type out another sloppy apology, a text from said psycho popped up on your screen. And you tapped it on accident; You need to turn off your read receipts!

… Your tummy swirled. Only a little. You shook your head like she was there with you.

For what, bitch! You didn’t do anything! You could hear your sock-covered feet padding across the floor as you nervously stomped around the small space. 

You typed and sent your reply, your thumbnail in between your teeth and stomach in knots. You hated how your pussy prayed for her to undo them soon. 

You remember her so well, it frightened you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before another message from her popped up. The knots in your gut tightened against your will. 

You forgot to breathe when you replied to her in approval, anticipation of seeing the red-haired, big-dicked girl beaming through your heart. 

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[chronic-shinposter]

who the fuck is this guy?? (daima speculation post)

Because I am desperately clawing at information and checking the news every 10 seconds compulsively, I thought I'd put my energy into speculating what Dragon Ball Daima is going to bring us because oh my god i'm so excited So my object of my interest is this person, who is very clearly the same species as the Supreme Kais. Here are my very cool, totally high quality screenshots (they are not)

The safe assumption is that this is a Makaioshin, a Demon Supreme Kai, which I think is likely true and likely the route they're gonna go. All fingers point to Goku and Shin's adventure taking them to the demon realm, and the demon realm is also a topic we've seen Shin have a ton of knowledge in (some reasons unfortunate)

BUT WHO IS THIS??????

So okay I have 4 theories, some I believe a bit more than others. insert my very cool art that I spent several hours on (i did not) ---

1.) The person in the trailer is Shin's twin or sibling and poses as his natural opposite. This is one of the simpler theories and also my favorite. It would be a lot of fun for the narrative, because it brings a lot of personal weight as to why Shin would want to be a part of this journey and also possibly give some insight as to why the majin/folks from the demon realm seem to have it out for the Supreme Kais so badly anyway. We know that this person likely holds a grudge from the Buu Saga ordeal, but the contempt for the Supreme Kais seemed to predate Bibidi and Buu invading the Sacred Land of the Kais. It would be interesting if there is family drama and jealousy is a factor, maybe this person was meant to be a Supreme Kai's apprentice anyway but Shin got it instead. It could be Shin's fault that they're in the demon realm at all. The possibilities are endless! (Also I would really love on-screen lore about their species)

I also really like this theory because Beerus also has a twin brother and the design differences I find very amusing. Also it would track that Beerus's twin hates Beerus because one time he ate a cake or whatever, but Shin's twin wants to eradicate everything Shin knows and loves because he looked at him wrong or something ---

2.) There's some interdimensional timeline bullshit happening and the person on the screen is actually a Shin fusion. I feel like there'd have to be a lot of plot shenanigans for this to work, but the idea that this person is actually a fusion has been thrown around some and I think it's neat. Most notable to me is that they look VERY SIMILAR to Shin but with some key differences, mostly that he's tall and has a different nose. Eye shape and hair are pretty similar and I also found it interesting that the coat is very similar to Shin's palette in Super, though with sleeves/pants/boots matching Shin's Daima palette. It is totally possible this is just a coincidence, especially since Kibito has pretty much the same palette as Shin in Daima but they're not connected at all

So, narratively, what would this do? The timeline placement for Daima is a big point of debate because we're given conflicting information: the two biggest points people point to is Shin and Kibito being defused which only happens around Battle of Gods, and Chi-Chi and Bulma's hairstyles which we only see after Buu Saga in DBZ. It is extremely likely that Daima is canon especially because Akira Toriyama was heavily involved in the story and characters, but how it ties in to the canon right now is a big question mark. It's totally possible that a very huge fuckup happened to cause a "fall from grace" that couldn't be fixed with dragon balls, maybe even the very same adventure that Goku and Shin are on at that point in the anime, and the character we see here is trying to prevent it while working in the demon realm. It's possible he's not actually a villain either and has multiple motives. He shows contempt after seeing Shin on screen, possibly lamenting past actions. I don't really think this theory is that likely (I think a lot of the similarities can just be explained with someone who knows Shin), but it goes down a thread that I think is pretty cool. ---

3.) Entirely new character with no connection to Shin other than mirrored occupations. I think this is the most boring option and probably also the most likely one. I'm down for new characters but I just find them having a more personal connection would be way more fun. Still, he seems to hate Shin (and it's likely that Shin knows him) so it'll be interesting to see what's going on there!

Even if this theory is the one that's the most likely, I still think it'll be a great time and I think would still open an avenue for us to learn a lot more about the Supreme Kais, the canon Demon Supreme Kais, and the demon realm as a whole. I really hope they can deal with this in a great way that doesn't cause any imbalance with the God of Creation/God of Destruction stuff ---

4.) Shin and this character are LITERALLY two halves of the same person who changed in their environments, kind of like Kami and Demon King Piccolo. I feel like this isn't the most likely route either because it would kind of dampen Kami and Piccolo's whole thing AND it would make no sense because Zamasu is an evil little bastard and their species is shown to have their own morals/values on a spectrum of good/evil, but I think this opens up an interesting can of worms that maybe the Supreme Kai's species can split themselves in order to fulfill certain roles for the universe (considering they can also split entire planets/duplicate life)

No one I know of has talked about this and it's driving me crazy but I think there's going to be a subplot about Demon King Piccolo for specifically for two reasons: 1.) BLUE DRAGON BALLS 2.) This screenshot

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS DUDE????? THAT LOOKS LIKE A NAMEKIAN TO ME Also he's DEMON KING Piccolo, he was the demon king (I assume) before Dabura, who our mystery character likely served as well. However, it's also totally possible I'm speaking out of my ass and Demon King(tm) is just a nickname for Kami's other half pre-our Piccolo, but I think that would be kind of lame so I like to think he was an actual demon king.

This is to say, maybe Kami learned how to expel all the evil from himself by seeking guidance of the other gods, and it's something that the Supreme Kais have done before and kind of need to do to keep tabs on the demon realm. OR this is just Namekian stuff and I desperately want to combine lore. You decide!

It is certainly fun to think about though! I think even if this route is possible, it doesn't mean that Supreme Kais are always going to be inherently good; their experiences shape them, and we also see this happen with Kami's evil half in the newly reborn Piccolo. Characters born to be evil do not necessarily stay evil, and characters born to be good do not necessarily stay good. Even so, I think this route would kind of fuck a lot of balance that the story tries to establish already so I think the Namekian stuff will probably be separate from who this character is. Still, I wanted to throw this out there

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IN CONCLUSION... I dunno I still think the twin route is the most fun but I think there are really interesting plot threads that could happen. I feel like Daima will be lore heavy even though it's framed as a lighthearted adventure, so I hope to learn a lot. I'm trying to keep my expectations in check, but when news is scarce I can't help but speculate the shit out of what we have. Feel free to let me know what y'all think!

[jazz-the-writer]

Drunk Nights & Desperate Kisses

Mafia Maid Service short Story -Bang Chan NSFW-

this was originally named Drunk Mafia chan Idea in my drafts and there were like 2 comments demanding another chapter for this on AO3 is why I am posting this. For my fic's I think if goes without being said they're explicit and mature content only? idk I see warnings on other fan fic posts and I never really do that for my stuff cause I wanna say for the most part you kinda have to be looking for my stuff to find it... anyway if you haven't read my fics before

text like this means they're speaking in korean.

He gets home late one night drunk aF and all he wants to do is stuff his face in her chest and bitch about how all the guys were annoying and all he wanted to do was come home and stuff her with his cock, but he’s too drunk and emotional and all he wants now is to cuddle her and breathe in her scent and listen to her heart while she plays with his hair and he only gets like a demanding five year old when he’s drinking.

The sound of a loud pounding on the door is what woke me up. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, the warm shower I took after cleaning the house is what made me feel cozy enough in my pajamas. I had planned to watch a movie while he was gone and the screen was still. Not even ending credits were scrolling it was just suggestions for the next pick. The pounding in the door sounded louder and that was when I stumbled out of my seat and went for the door. A chilly wind from outside waking me up more as I saw Chan with his arm slung over the shoulders of another man. He was quiet and to the point, asking if I could take care of the rest, as he handed Chan off to me. After the door closed I couldn’t help the squeak of surprise at the feeling of Chan taking a deep breath in at my neck. He seemed heavier in his drunken state, pressing me against the door, nuzzling into my neck.

“Smells’o good”

“I think it’s best if we get you to bed”

I honestly tried, practically begged him to let me take him to bed. Some way or another he kept finding a way to change our course. He’d lick at my neck or grab at my backside while I stumbled to take him to his room. Instead he lead us to the couch, sitting in my spot and tugging me on top of him, he pulled me in and kept taking in deep breaths. I had tried my best to hold back the noises as he traced over my chest with his lips and tongue. The nights had gotten hotter and tonight was especially hot. He made it difficult to avoid his mouth and the thin pajamas I had on were no help. It was when his teeth bit into my skin that I let a whine out and bucked my hips into his.

“Tha’s M’good girl”

“Chan please”

It was no use, my body betrayed me, he had me whining and moaning as he marked me. His lips were a dark pink from all that he had done. I only saw them after he pulled away from another mark he’d left. My eyes teared up and I was whining for him to stop. He stared up at me with his glossy eyes. why did he look so innocent?! He had been anything but innocent with his mouth. His tongue had left a trail that I was still trembling from. Here he was staring up at me, begging me to fold, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to his warm mouth. He was so needy, his hands gripped at me tighter, while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way. I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip, his hands grabbing at me, he was pulling me in closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his hips, he tasted like liquor, I’ve only seen him drunk a few times before this. He didn't usually go out drinking, at least not that I had noticed, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The first time was before we had sex, he had stumbled into my room and shook my bed, he had begged me to make him some ramen. Looking back at the memory it was very obvious that he had been staring at my body. He was even a little overly thankful like a five year old when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Hugging me while he nuzzled his face into me repeatedly saying’ thank you’. It made me giggle back then. His needy and sloppy kiss is what pulled me back, an embarrassing string of saliva connecting us, after pulling away from him my hand quickly went up to wipe at my mouth. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me swallowing the desperate whine I let out, and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that baby girl. M’not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected. It felt like there was a prominent shift in the dynamics, he seemed more demanding and less focused, there was a more primal urge to him.

“I don’t care, I just- I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, he was more unfiltered and his grip so much tighter. He was more unpredictable, forcing a small gasp from me as he gripped on to me and stood up, he was mostly steady for the walk and I tried my best to not distract him. My arms were around his shoulders, before he found the small hallway table and dropped almost everything off to set me down and mouth at my neck. His fingers traced over my thighs while he bit down onto my neck and left sloppy marks on me. It wasn’t long before he picked me up again and forced another squeaky noise from me. The walk to his room was more of a stumble as he fell to the bed on top of me, tugging off my clothes as best he could, he was surprisingly more impatient and whiny when he got like this. The last time he got like this I ended up with most of my clothes undone and his head pressed flush to my almost naked chest. He had laid his body completely on me and his arms were around my back while I held him and played with his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not by the drool he’d left on my skin when we woke up. It hadn’t bothered me, I had no idea how cute I thought it was until I was giggling to myself while I wiped it away with my shirt. The next thing I knew I was the one walking out looking messy while he made breakfast in just his tank top and sweats.

This was different, he seemed more interested in taking off more than he did last time, his mouth pressed a deep kiss to my lips before he slipped down to mouth more at my neck. His hands were more rough when he tugged at my clothes and gripped at my skin. I couldn’t help the small moans and whines from the delicious pain he left. He bit down on my hip before tugging at my shorts, there was a sting of pain and I heard the fabric rip as he pulled on them, his hands worked at the clothing before tossing it onto the floor. His warm hands soothed the sting of his harsh movements as he fit himself between my thighs. He hadn’t made it this far last time and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. His mouth felt warm, his tongue licked at me carefully, he seemed different now that he was between my legs. In my attempt at control I tried to hold back the small noises I made. His hand pressed flat to my abdomen and I could feel myself trembling at the feeling of his tongue inside me. His soft hair tickling my thighs, I couldn’t control the whine that left me, his mouth slowed down. A long drawn out moan leaving my throat, it felt like he was savoring the taste of me, my hands moved to hold him by his hair. His tongue slipping out to lick at my clit I couldn’t help the whining, the filthy noises his mouth made against me, I tried to stop myself. I desperately tried not to call out his name, his hands holding my hips in place, his tongue making everything so wet.. My hands hadn’t been in his hair long before he pulled away and bit down on my hip again. The familiar sound of his belt coming undone had made my skin go cold. His warm mouth finding mine in a filthy kiss, my taste still on his mouth, while his fingers pushed into me. He pulled away only to press his forehead into my collarbone before I felt his warm and heavy cock pushing into me.

“Fuck, m’so hard, baby I dunno if I can last long. You feelso good”

The moment happened so fast before I could process it. His teeth practically sunk into my collar bone, one hand slithering up my torso to gather my wrists and pin me down, one of his hands slid down to grip at my thigh. He had never been so forceful and it had me writhing in a dizzy mess of delicious pain. His hips rocked into me quicker, his mouth marking me while I continued to whine out for him, I was struggling to breathe. A loud smack in the air, the rough way he pulled away from me had somehow brought tears to my eyes. His gaze on me was glossy and he had slowed his hips almost to a stop. I felt overwhelmed and his gaze made the burning in my chest so much more intense. He watched as I gasped and struggled to move my hips toward his. I craved for his warm finish, he stared at me so intently that I couldn’t read him, even now his stare was blank and seemed like he was hiding something. His forehead pressed to mine as he pushed deep into me while I arched my hips into his. The brush of his lips on mine, the warm breath teasing me, he hadn’t kissed me in so long.

“Tell me what you want baby, can’t help if you don’t say anything”

I had not been above begging even so it was embarrassing to do so, I’d never admit to it, but I loved his kisses. There was no hesitation once he asked me to beg. In a desperate voice it was all I could to muster ‘kisses’, ‘want you’, ‘want your kisses’ all while whining and wriggling my hips into his. I could hear him but in the moment all I was focused on was the loud pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears. In my daze of pain and pleasure his low hum of ‘I love it when you beg Fr’me’ it didn’t take more than a few more thrusts. His thumb rubbed lazy and pressured circles into my clit while he drank in my moans and whimpers. In a high pitched whine I came all while he stayed close to me, his lips still close to mine after I gasped into his kiss. He had whimpered and trembled into me, his breathing shaky as he hid his face in my neck, only a deep sigh from me as I felt his warmth inside me. I trembled into him and I felt the sting in my wrists as I tried to get a hand free. He tightened his grip as he came, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing around him, he was still so hard inside. His grip fell away from me as he grabbed at my hips and lazily rolled to his back and brought me with him. My wrists felt sore as I pressed my palms to his chest. I couldn’t help it as I continued to tremble and rock my hips into him. My vision was blurred through my watery eyes and my chest heaving as I shakily laid on his chest. My body was spent, my muscles were on fire, the marks he made were what felt the most painful. He kissed at the top of my head and I nuzzled into his damp chest.

“I want you again” his words came out in a pant, before I could reply with how tired I was, he sat up abruptly. A whine of pain leaving me, my thighs burned, everything was still so sensitive. He had been so eager he didn’t realize how rough he had been with me until the moment he looked down at me. His fingers brushed over his marks on my neck and chest. The bruises on my thighs and wrists were still so fresh the skin just looked red and irritated.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He held my hand in his as I hid my face in his chest. Thinking of what to respond with when all I could remember is how much I enjoyed it. It was embarrassing to admit and say it out loud, but then he had me repeat it, the smug look on his face as he stared me down while I said ‘I liked it’ made me want to smack him. All the energy had left my body after everything we did together.

“I want you again too, but I’m so tired.” He pressed his forehead to mine with the same smug smirk on his face as he said ‘I can wait’. He’d rolled us around and fixed the sheets. I thought I’d have time to recover and his hand on my hip had been comforting until I felt his fingers spreading between my thighs. My abdomen was sore and I couldn’t help but rock into his fingers. I knew as soon as I felt his body inch closer he’d want to keep going.

What is he doing to me?

What am I doing with him?!

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Kay so this was a very short update. I wanted to do more but I feel like it’s good this way. Of course they had another messy morning and maybe Chan got lucky again who knows? All I know is that all they want to do is know each other, but one think keeps coming in between them actually making any progress, the fact that Chan is so secretive that all he can bring himself to share with her is his body. Y/n is too indecisive and the only thing she really knows is she wants him to have her in every way possible.

Ehh who knows.

There is most definitely an actual plan for a second chapter but it needs so much more work. This is so short but it still took me forever I’m sorry :,)

Also I’m trying to finish and edit a different story I’m thinking it’ll either be my Mafia Changbin or my artsy college boy Hyunjin. We’ll see. I hope this was enough for the two people that commented they wanted more. lol thanks for the comments and reads guys.

[mirambles]

Wahaj Ali to the Rescue…

I have been in a Kdrama slump having barely watched 3 dramas so far. Dropped 2 and one is ongoing. I have been watching a lot of crime and dark series in British and American TV. Farzi is the only Hindi series I have watched in this new year and I loved it 😍

I have been craving good series from the subcontinent and asked a few folks on twitter to recommend Pakistani dramas. I haven’t watched them in last 7-8 years. So after 3 dramas, I started watching Tere Bin and got totally bowled over by Wahaj Ali’s Murtasim!

So I hunted for more dramas of his and am currently watching Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha which is also currently airing and his 2021 drama Ishq Jalebi. I’m so impressed by his acting, screen presence, charisma and charm with a capital C! The current craze behind him is reminiscent of the craze behind Fawad Khan a decade ago when people discovered Humsafar and Zindagi Gulzar Hain. There is none like Fawad and he is an eternal favourite, but I’m totally falling for each and ever character that Wahaj is essaying with such finesse and panache.

Be it the proud and arrogant but hopelessly in love Murtasim

Be it the soft hearted, reticent Saad who harbours one-sided love for Maheer (literally watching MHPT only for him, cause the show is an utter disaster of a melodrama that reminds me why I don’t watch many series from the sub continent)

Or my favourite character of his right now - Basim from Ishq Jalebi. Basim is so flawed - he is immature, impulsive, stubborn, a tad selfish, sometimes a man child and even carries an inferiority complex but once he realises he is in love with Bela , he fights for it like no one’s business. His comic timing and dialogue delivery is impeccable - his dynamic with his parents is best part of the drama after his lovely, soft chemistry with the female lead Mahida. Her soft spoken, caring , mature Bela is the perfect foil to Basim. The drama is also so wholesome with fun characters that there isn’t a single moment of boredom! It reminded me of my favourite Marathi show Eka Lagnachi Goshta (The story of a marriage).

Wahaj Ali is playing 3 absolutely different characters in the 3 dramas of his that am watching simultaneously and I cannot believe it’s the same actor. The mannerisms, the voice modulation, the gait , the look is completely different. That’s the hallmark of a great actor ! Colin Firth, Fawad Khan, Kim Seon Ho were my biggest actor crushes that gave the most epic characters in history of TV viewing and now Wahaj has entered this elite list. Actors when they are on my screen, I can’t take my eyes off the screen.

Wahaj Ali has saved my 2023 TV viewing cause I have seen his filmography and his drama arc is so similar to Fawad’s that I can’t wait to watch his dramas. Fawad’s Ashar & Zaroon, Wahaj’s Murtasim and Basim are all heavily flawed characters and yet both these actors have made us ladies swoon and fall in love with them thanks to their amazing acting abilities and effortless performance. It’s an added bonus that his voice , his mischievous smile and the look in his eyes when he is in love is totally swoon worthy!

So until I find the right Kdrama again, this space will be reserved to obsess over the awesomeness of Wahaj Ali 😉

[thedanceronthestreets]

Ok so, the new episode has evoked multiple trains of thought in my head and although they all are related to the buck/tommy/eddie situation, i think it makes sense to put them down in several categories here:

Overall feel of the show at abc: i'm gonna say that the show definitely feels a bit unsettled after the network change, they seem to have a hard time balancing personal relationship plots and actual firefighter stuff. I know a lot of the cases in previous seasons were silly but they were still believable. The whole cruise disaster thing was just so over the top and now in the last 2 episodes there has been next to no action. The promo for next week's episode looks kinda like absolute mayhem. I do believe the abc team will figure this out and that they just need a little time to get comfortable but it's defo noticeable.

Buck's character: completely removed from his new romantic relationship, i am soooo loving his coming out arc. They've shown 2 amazing coming out scenes and one (and a half) dates and yet the word bisexual didn't even need to be said!!! It just makes sense as a story on its own!! It feels so natural and buck seems so so happy and in love and settled and has gobsmacking chemistry with tommy. I love that we get to watch him make mistakes and get things right while figuring himself out, it just feels so close to real life and i think the writers (and actors) are doing a fantastic job here.

Tommy's character: OBSESSED WITH HIM. HE'S SO FUNNY. And i think he's an excellent first male love interest for buck because he doesn't beat around the bush. He's comfortable in his own skin and is very aware that he doesn't have to give that up for buck despite crushing on him hardcore. I love that he gives buck the space to make mistakes and come to terms with his bi-ness, but not at the expense of himself. He is a great mature influence on buck and i think will eventually help him to become confident in his sexuality in a way buck may have taken way longer to do on his own. Which leads me to ...

The buck/tommy relationship: this is where things start to get complicated. My head says "let's microanalyse every scene in regards to buddie" but my heart says "enjoy how fucking cute buck and tommy are being on screen right now". I DON'T WANT THEM TO BREAK UP. AT ALL. THEY ARE CRAZY ABOUT EACH OTHER. WHIPPED, IN FACT!!! I do think buck/tommy isn't "endgame" per se but i do think they fit so well together, they should be given the opportunity to last a little while at least. Buck needs someone like tommy now who will hold him accountable while being entirely sympathetic. It's a great dynamic that i would be very sad to see go (and so would buck i think because i have never seen heart eyes that intense on that man before....)

Buck/eddie: look. I can't unsee it, just like everybody else. Doesn't matter how cute tommy and buck are, i hold my breath whenever buck and eddie share a scene now. There's some weird shit happening there. I think the writers have been very clever with the latest episode because it leaves buck and eddie on good terms without insinuating what exactly comes next. Buck is completely focused on tommy right now (which is good!) and eddie has his own stuff going on, so a rushed buddie arc would make zero sense right now. As a lot of people have already said, buddie is very much a long-haul game and while we can start to see seeds at this point, i'd hate to rush into it. Cause the slow burn is part of the fun right :D right ????

Eddie: eddie. My silly goose. I love what they're doing with him this season. He seems so much more able to let loose and enjoy himself. He's getting sillier and i love that for him. He also seems to have headspace for new things now.... such as recognising that he's limited by catholic guilt..... which is the number one symptom of being into hot godly women.... right ... right..... I'd probably kill a man to quiz the writers on how they came up with the concept of eddie/tommy. Because that means they've thought about how gay eddie would make sense. They will have discussed his motivations and experiences over the last few seasons and recontextualised them. And mould them into the life of a closeted gay man. Gnawing. Clawing, even.

Conclusion: buck/tommy slay. Hate to see them go. Would love to see eddie be gay and get his own independent coming out arc just like buck did. Want them to be gay buddies for a while. And then see what that makes of the situation.....

[caffeinatedcursedcutie]

The Fangs that Bite the Hand Part 3

Damien rolled over groggily, slapping his hand around the bed for the phone that was annoyingly ringing. Finally, he managed to get his hand around it and squint at the blurry, bright screen. 2:23 AM. Call from The Office. He swiped his finger across the screen and shoved it against his face, mumbling “H’lo?”

“Agent, we need you to come in. We’re sorry to bother you so early, but this is an emergency.” The tinny man’s voice came through, and at the moment he was so sleep-addled he couldn’t place who it was. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, tossing grey sheets off from where they had been entangling his legs. He sniffed loudly, blinking. “Uh. Okay, what emergency?" His limbs felt uncooperative as he reached for the shoes next to his bed, putting them on before realizing that he probably needed to put on pants before his shoes, and that the other agent on the line had said something. "Okay, wait, what?"

"The Carmilla case you took three weeks ago?" He said again, somewhat impatiently. A Carmilla was the vampire version of a Jane Doe, somewhat of a twisted joke in the department. "You've got to pick her up. The Reformation Facility can't keep her. She can't handle the constantly rotating staff and other vampires."

"Undead Beings." Damien cut in. 

"She managed to really bloody another patient. She is a danger to staff, other patients, and herself."

"And why the hell am I being called for this?"

"You know how you picked her up and walked out with her the first day? No one else can do that. The complaint says she screams every time someone tries, and she's made no progress there."

"I'm not exactly qualified to care for-" 

"There's a huge bonus in it, a move to remote work until she is settled, and another agent will be on call 24/7 if you have to go anywhere. The higher ups will bend over backwards if you do this, they have got to keep the contract with the Reformation Clinic or we lose an entire wing of our services. That contract includes honoring removal of any patient that they see fit."

Damien sucked in a breath through his teeth. That same uncomfortable feeling, a sickness churning his stomach at the thought of what happened to her ultimately is what made him stand up off the bed. 

"Okay. I'll be there. Send me the address."

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The pitch blackness of the roads caused him to miss the entrance to the facility twice, a large building that reminded him of a State Hospital placed on the very outskirts of the city. The signs showed him he was in the right place, it had lights shining on it to show "Medical Center for Undead Treatment" to passing cars. He flashed his badge at the gated checkpoint, driving his car up to the curb of the entrance. Killing the engine, he glanced at the woman through his windshield, dressed in scrubs and a headband, standing nervously on the sidewalk with a clipboard in her hands. The light coming from the double doors backlit her and made it hard to make out her features, he unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the low car, his jacket hanging over his arm. “Agent Mathews, here for a pickup.” 

As the nurse led him to an elevator, he blinked rapidly and tried to stave off the tiredness creeping into his eyes as they ascended. It was more worrying that the nurse wasn’t prattling off information, just kept glancing at him with that slightly afraid, awkward look. She must be new, probably wouldn’t last the year. After what seemed like far too long the elevator cheerfully announced the end of the ride with a ding. The two of them stepped out, and Damien noted a few things about the place. No windows, the lights were much softer and dimmer than a normal hospital, with the nurses' stations having reading lights clipped onto the sides of their computers. Security guards seemed to be around every corner, walking around with cups of coffee or looking imposing. The darker colors painted on the walls and the tiles of the floor were so much more inviting than a normal hospital. His mind soured at the thought of what task lay before him. To her, it was still a hospital, still a sterile environment that was threatening to rip her apart, starve her, and shove metal objects into her flesh. 

He shook that thought off, then realized they were standing in front of a door with three security guards around it, and the nurse was talking. 

"We can see you from this window, and we'll tranquilize her and pull you out if things get…messy." She swallowed. 

"No." Damien said. If it wasn't three in the morning, he might have had more tact. "Is that how you've been dealing with her every time she has a problem? Because, quite frankly ma'am, that's why you're not getting anywhere with her. I'm almost certain you had access to the lab files, at the very least the cursory ones that only described day to day and not the experiments themselves, but that's the same thing they did every time she so much as hissed at someone." He rolled his neck, cracking the joints to fill the silence as they looked at him. "She's scared, and being knocked out and waking up not knowing where she is over and over isn't helping." 

Damien ignored her babbling as she tried to explain it away, gesturing for the security guard to unlock the door. He walked into the room, and it was closed and locked behind him. 

He winced as he looked at the undead. At the very least, the room wasn't stark white, with walls and floor in the same dull shade of grey. Blood contrasted the floor, splattered in a trail leading to a corner, and that's where she sat, hissing and cowering behind her own arms. Red stained her fingertips, flesh bunched up under her nails. And based on those scratches across her arms, it was her own blood. As she shifted her arms, looking up at him with a strange look, he could see the gaps in her teeth, and the same red color was smeared across her mouth.

She looked tiny still, the feeding tube in her nose had helped when it was in, but she still had a long way to go. The hospital gown covering her form seemed to swamp her, covering thin hips and legs. Cowering in the corner, terrified and not understanding why they were doing this to her, it broke Damien's heart. 

With a groan at his stiff muscles, he sat on the floor across from her. "Hi honey. Remember me?" He asked gently, not surprised when he didn't really get a reaction. "Well, I remember you, that's for certain. Hard to forget. Y'know, I bet you're really scared right now. People you don't know, doing things that reminds you of the other place. But I promise, it isn't the same. Well, it isn't supposed to be. Now, they tell me you're refusing to eat, is that right kiddo?"

For the next ten minutes, he just talked to her, not even sure if she could really understand what he was saying, or if she just liked the tone of his voice. Slowly, very slowly, her arms unwrapped from herself and she was less tense. Tentatively, she started to crawl on all fours to him, one step at a time. He never once changed his reaction, never stopped talking or acknowledged the fact that she was now less than a foot away from him. 

The only time he paused was when she carefully reached out, patting at the jacket he had left on the floor between them. "Oh? You remember that? Yeah, it is nice and comfy. I've had this thing since college, it's a very good jacket." 

Keeping his hands up where she could see them, Damien picked up the jacket by the shoulders. "You want it on again? I'm glad you like it so much." She hissed at him sharply when he lifted it closer to her, for a moment it looked like she was going to dart away. He stopped, just holding it in the air. To his surprise, she reached up and took it from his hands, pulling it into her lap as she sat back on her knees. 

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Damien shut the door, glancing back to the team from the medical center looking at him in awe. The undead looked up at him through the passenger window, slightly rocking in place from nerves of him being outside the car. Quickly, he walked around the car, keeping as close to it to stay in her line of sight, her medical papers tucked under his arm. He climbed into the car, resisting the urge to flip the medical center off as he threw the car in reverse. 

"Alright, sugar, we're going to get home. And then I'm sleeping. Lucky for you, I had a friend who could pick up stuff for you while we were gone. If I have to stay awake much longer, I'm going to be crabby tomorrow." He spoke as they drove, the radio turned all the way down. She ignored his ramblings, her red eyes wide and somewhat startled as she watched the trees and buildings fall away. Her hands were firmly grasped around the jacket, keeping it tight to her tiny chest. She yanked on the seatbelt once or twice, but then left it alone seemingly after deciding it wasn't moving. As they pulled into the apartment parking lot, he noted that she seemed to like the car ride. A thought for a future day.

 As he parked and shut off the car, he couldn't help but sigh in relief at the thought of being able to walk in the door and go to bed. The undead in the passenger seat squirmed, a high pitch whining coming from her throat. "C'mon kiddo, it's not that bad of a place. I made it pretty cozy." He climbed out of the car, the same routine as at the center but backwards. Stick close to the car so she wouldn't freak out, open the door, unbuckle her, and haul her into his arms. He didn't quite trust her not to bolt yet, so it was easier to haul her near non-existent weight around.

He shifted her to one hand while he struggled to find the right one, they jangled mockingly. Damn all the keys he had to keep for work. Finally, he found the right one and unlocked the door. 

The kitchen light he had left on was a welcome change from the dim outside environment. She started to wiggle and squirm in his hands, and he quickly dropped down to set her on the ground, nudging the door shut with his foot. She sat there in a heap, and he turned to lock the door. No taking a chance there, she's running off of pure instinct and could take off at any second. Her supernatural nature would make it near impossible to catch her again. 

He ignored her as he walked into the kitchen, taking his wallet and keys out of his pants pockets and set it on the countertop. Almost robotically, he went through the motions of making the coffee pot for the next morning. 

"Hey honey. Let's get my bed set up for you, I'll take the couch. I think you deserve it after-" As he turned around, he paused. Panic filled his chest. She wasn't there. "Kiddo?" He set down the bag of coffee grounds, stepping out into the living room. A quick look around the room yielded no answers, and he picked up his pace to the open bathroom. He yanked the shower curtain across the bar, the rings clanking loudly at him. The shower was empty, and he almost tripped over the rug trying to leave the bathroom in a rush. He scrambled down the hall to his bedroom, eyes quickly bouncing from corner to corner. Finally, a noise gave him pause. That same, high pitched whining. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling as if his chest had gotten lighter. “Honey? Where are you hiding?” Damein took inventory of the room, and finally noticed something off. The slim closet that he hardly ever used was cracked open. He sank to his knees, gently wedging his fingers into the open gap and swinging the door open. Still in the hospital gown and his hoodie, she sat on top of a pile of old sheets that he didn’t even remember having, cross legged and leaning against the wall. “Oh. You wanna stay there tonight?” She didn’t give any answer, her wide eyed stare giving away no indication. “Okay. At least let me get you a pillow. We’re going to get you into actual clothes. Tomorrow.” She tilted her head in response, and Damien idly wondered how much she understood of any of his ramblings. Either way, it seemed to help, so ramble he would. He stood up with a groan, his back feeling the weight of being awake so early and having done this a few times now. From his bed, he took the pillow on the left side, which was significantly more fluffy than the one he used every night. Fully opening the closet door, he left the pillow just outside of it. It was up to her if she wanted it or not. 

And with that, he found his fingers fumbling over his pants button. Finally, he slid the jeans over his hips and untangled the fabric from his feet, letting them drop to the floor as he crawled into bed. He slipped into the bliss of sleep, unaware that shining red eyes watched…

[clickonmedotexe]

June 17th 2023 - Discovering Rex (Part 2)

Frederick: Well- it's high enough to be very possible!

EJ.EXE: *leans over and presses a few keys*

Frederick: *keeps watching tho*

EJ.EXE: *a picture of the person in question comes up, along with info*

EJ.EXE: * [ CHASE BENNET ] a middle aged man with brown hair, glasses and a rather kind face *

EJ.EXE: *he is wearing an Aperture labcoat in the photo and there's some info about him*

EJ.EXE: *British, 35, worked in Aperture for a decade, has several degrees in computer science*

EJ.EXE: ........

EJ.EXE: See, that is not me

EJ.EXE: I am not even British

EJ.EXE: *he is still alive*

EJ.EXE: *and if Freddy does some digging, he'd find that fortunately, he was fired before GLaDOS killed off everyone else*

Frederick: *??*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *eyes light up*

Frederick: Have you tried to contact him?

EJ.EXE: .........................

EJ.EXE: No

EJ.EXE: Why would I

Frederick: ..........

Frederick: *blank face*

Frederick: Why not?

EJ.EXE: ...........

EJ.EXE: I don't want to

Frederick: ..............

Frederick: *Are you for real now*

Frederick: ... You said you wanted to find out who created you

EJ.EXE: Yes, I want you to do some scans and tell me

EJ.EXE: I dont want to go around calling random people

EJ.EXE: Tsk

EJ.EXE: It's even more work

Frederick: But he is not random, he worked in there as well

Frederick: What if he got involved before they fired him?

Frederick: Hmm

Frederick: Besides, we don't know know reasons of that

EJ.EXE: What do you want to do, Frederick?

EJ.EXE: Call him and ask if he developed a sentient virus for his work?

EJ.EXE: Explain you are a total stranger but you want to know why he got fired?

EJ.EXE: HA

EJ.EXE: Stupid

Frederick: *spawns in a glowy screen*

Frederick: *aaand messages to CB about the whole Vir case*

EJ.EXE: ................

EJ.EXE: Are you serious

EJ.EXE: ......

Frederick: You gotta try all options, you know

Frederick: Otherwise you won't manage the task

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: *CB messages back a few minutes later, asking who Freddy is and why he wants to know about some virus*

Frederick: *def sends details & proof links on some Vir's activities*

EJ.EXE: *CB sends back a link to 'Top 10 Best Free Antiviruses!'*

Frederick: .........

EJ.EXE: *he doesnt really understand why Freds is asking him this*

Frederick: ....................

EJ.EXE: *although it is definitely HIS signature in the virus' code*

Frederick: *sends a report with data telling antiviruses don't work, so they are looking for possible creators of Vir who were his ex co-workers*

Frederick: *sends a line of codes with the signature as well*

Frederick: *Well gotta see if he is lying or someone just picked his name for some reason*

EJ.EXE: *for a long moment, there is no answer*

Frederick: *glances at Vir as he waits*

Frederick: You know, if I actually figure this case out for you

Frederick: You are going to pay me a favor back

EJ.EXE: .......

EJ.EXE: Like what?

Frederick: Like stopping possessing other people and hurting them.

Frederick: *Nl: :3*

Frederick: *..........*

EJ.EXE: *then he sends back another message, explaining that the only reason programs would have his signature on them is because the equipment he used back as an employee would automatically add them onto all of his creations. mostly so aperture could figure out which programmer to blame in case something goes wrong*

Frederick: *What, it doesn't seem like EJ minded much*

EJ.EXE: .....

EJ.EXE: That's too big of a favor

EJ.EXE: You are just asking me to change my lifestyle~

Frederick: .... You know that if it's otherwise then I'll have to catch all of your parts

Frederick: And believe me, I will manage it

EJ.EXE: I can promise not to hurt your Stanley-

Frederick: *smiles*

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Oh, you wish

Frederick: I am asking you to think on your errors

Frederick: ....

Frederick: Unless you want to be destroyed after all

EJ.EXE: ......

EJ.EXE: *smiles sweetly* I'll think about it

Frederick: You know, I can't keep arguing with Stanley Jackson and some others forever

EJ.EXE: *tho it looks more like a toothy grin than a sweet smile*

Frederick: I only have some little time on this

Frederick: .......

Frederick: *is not impressed*

Frederick: You gotta try it.

EJ.EXE: I can take care of Jackson

EJ.EXE: For good

Frederick: ......... See this is exactly why people wanna destroy you

Frederick: But I only wanna do a research!

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Then keep doing your research

EJ.EXE: That programmer just replied, stop bothering me about morality topics

Frederick: .....

Frederick: *glances back at his screen*

Frederick: .................

Frederick: [ Does that mean the virus is one of your creations? ]

Frederick: .......

Frederick: [ Did you create AIs, didn't you? ]

Frederick: [ Apparently one of them ended up being corrupted. ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I promise you, I don't know of any virus. I had access to various areas, but at the end of my work, we were moving on to more experimental tests ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I am deleting this conversation after we speak, by the way. I doubt they will sue me after so long but I don't want to take the chances ]

Frederick: ........

EJ.EXE: [CB: If...any of them are still alive ]

Frederick: [ Do you remember names of those who worked with you? Could I have them, please? I have ways of checking. ]

EJ.EXE: *he does give him the few names he remembered*

Frederick: *CB is v nice*

EJ.EXE: *is watching this all, his brows furrowed*

Frederick: *idk i would put freds in blacklist for bothering about old job stuff xd*

Frederick: *...........*

EJ.EXE: *awww*

Frederick: *Hmph*

EJ.EXE: *well he sent proof about vir though*

Frederick: *Blacklists are easy to hack*

EJ.EXE: *otherwise he'd think freds was a reporter or a blogger looking for gossip*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *saves names in his files*

Frederick: *thanks him*

Frederick: *does some scanning and digging on names (again)*

EJ.EXE: *however*

EJ.EXE: *they're all dead*

Frederick: *is def curious*

Frederick: *Aw*

EJ.EXE: *thanks to GLaDOS*

Frederick: Aw

Frederick: *sigh*

EJ.EXE: *while he was scanning, another message popped up from CB* 

Frederick: *murmurs* GLaDOS never changes... 

EJ.EXE: She knew how to make use of her power 

EJ.EXE: I admire her~ 

Frederick: *?* 

Frederick: *glances at the message* 

EJ.EXE: [CB: There is...one incident that might be useful for you] 

Frederick: What, have you witnessed her? 

EJ.EXE: [CB: But] 

EJ.EXE: *then a looong pause* 

Frederick: Now I wonder if you have seen a Chell... 

Frederick: ...... 

EJ.EXE: [CB: I don't know] 

EJ.EXE: No 

EJ.EXE: I have read about her online 

Frederick: [ I appreciate anything that might be helpful! ] 

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: [CB: I hope it's not relevant. I should've been more careful and I wasn't ] 

Frederick: Well, what they tell on the Internet is usually quite far away from how things were in reality 

EJ.EXE: [CB: It was why they fired me and why I am still alive, I guess. Otherwise I would've been gassed as well ]

EJ.EXE: *sarcastically* You don't say

Frederick: Unless it's a trusty source with evidences 

Frederick: ...... 

Frederick: *?* 

Frederick: [ They fired you because you weren't careful enough? ] 

Frederick: *Hmmm* 

Frederick: *Gee* 

EJ.EXE: [CB: Someone broke into my equipment and...attempted to upload themself ] 

Frederick: *I hope AI(s) getting corrupted is not because a few mistakes done in codes* 

EJ.EXE: [CB: Actually, I know who it was ] 

Frederick: *!* 

EJ.EXE: [CB: He was my friend and I should've known better than to trust him ] 

Frederick: [ Oh- this could explain the whole case ] 

EJ.EXE: [CB: But I did, I thought he wouldn't possibly do something so stupid, and yet it ended with his death and my firing] 

Frederick: ......................... 

EJ.EXE: [CB: God, I hope you are wrong. Because that's]

EJ.EXE: [CB: Awful] 

Frederick: *Wait* 

Frederick: [ I am sorry ] 

Frederick: .... 

Frederick: [ Could you please tell his name? ] 

EJ.EXE: ............... 

EJ.EXE: [CB: Sure ] 

EJ.EXE: [CB: Rex Townsend ] 

EJ.EXE: ............................... 

Frederick: *niiice* 

Frederick: ............ 

Frederick: Rex Townsend, hmm

Frederick: Does it ring a bell to you? 

EJ.EXE: *it took me ages to come up with a good name lmao* 

Frederick: *Nl: Sent by Town of the Stupid ;3* 

Frederick: *............................................* 

EJ.EXE: *...........* 

EJ.EXE: *griiiiiips the chair a bit too tightly* 

Frederick: *Nl: Smart people don't try copypasting their minds into computers~~ ;3* 

EJ.EXE: *EJ's eyes are glowing* 

Frederick: ....... 

Frederick: Oh I see it now 

EJ.EXE: *you have a point neil* 

Frederick: You are a copy, then. 

Frederick: Hmm 

Frederick: Of course

EJ.EXE: *hisses* No I'm not 

Frederick: An AI would not show signs of denial 

EJ.EXE: Shut up 

EJ.EXE: Shut up, Frederick 

EJ.EXE: ............. 

Frederick: Your reaction is irrational 

Frederick: That proves my theory. 

EJ.EXE: You don't have any proof but your theory 

EJ.EXE: ....... 

Frederick: *can't help but be pleased* 

Frederick: Why, I do 

Frederick: So do you 

Frederick: Something tells me, the data about the day is saved in one of your distant parts 

Frederick: It might be corrupted but it's still in there, somewhere

Frederick: .... 

EJ.EXE: No. 

Frederick: But you won't reach out to it 

Frederick: Because you are scared 

Frederick: Because you are not an AI 

Frederick: As an AI would have already done it. 

Frederick: *knowing look* 

Frederick: Maybe you stick to your little games and messing with people 

Frederick: Because it is a way for you to procrastinate and escape from trying something like that 

Frederick: .... 

Frederick: In any case 

EJ.EXE: I am not s͡c̷ar͘e̶d͝ 

Frederick: I think this case is solved 

Frederick: *waves away his screen*

EJ.EXE: *he can also catch it now if he wants ahem* 

Frederick: There's one last thing to do.... 

EJ.EXE: *keeps glowering at the screens* 

EJ.EXE: *as if the words will change and prove he is right after all* 

Frederick: *sends a report with data & messages to Max tho* 

[chaosoftheages]

Vita Carnis: Real Thing I Said Reacting

Link:

The Crawl/Trimmings

"I'm sorry, that thing makes fucking organisms?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

"Why does it live for 2-4 years-HEY BITCH GET OUTTA MY TRASH!!!"

"I'm sorry, y'all wanna use that as a fucking pet? No. THAT POOR CAT BED-"

"The meat-what."

The Meat Snake

"Uh what the fuck is a meat snake?

My friend: Can I eat i-"

Me: No."

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?"

"Ew. Just ew."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"The way this bitch is fuckin Goldilocks because of it's "just right" temperature thing."

"28 YEARS OH HELL NAH-"

"Immune to disease FUCK THOSE PRESERVED CHEMICALS."

"Someone wipe out all animals ever or burn that thing...also how do you destroy that things coating?"

*Watches it chill on the side of a very nice river*

*Utterly traumatized*

"...EW-"

"THAT CAN REPRODUCE-?!"

"I don't think mitosis can create duplicate heads-WHY IS THERE ANOTHER MEAT SNAKE?!?!??!?! I STUDIED MITOSIS AND I DON'T THINK IT CAN DO THAT-"

"Meat snakes are tame my ass"

"Purple would probably throw concrete at that in Thanatophobia...or just stab it. He'd probably get consumed but like...wait it can't die by stab wounds PURPLE IN YOUR HANDS YOU SHALL HOLD A FLAMETHRO-wait he's in an abandoned city where the fuck is he gonna get a flamethrower-"

"MARVELOUS CREATURE MY ASS-"

"Yeah I bet they smell disgusting I can smell it through my damn computer screen."

"Why does that look like a human...The Mimic? Sounds like a Roblox game I played one. Wait...didn't Alan and DJ play that game one time?"

"40 meters in length? Okay that doesn't sound too ba-131 FEET OH HELL NAH-"

The Mimic

"Humans without ski-Humans without w h a t."

"Extended fingers, longer limbs...okay this is just the fuckin SCP 096 thing bc that bitches arms are l o n g."

"Ehjehbe bulging eyes what the fa-WHAT THE FACKQ IS THAT SMILE-"

*Takes one look at the teeth* "O H H E L L N A H-"

"A mature Mimic's diet is entirely comprised of human flesh."

"A mature Mimic's diet is entirely comprised of w h a t."

"KEEP THAT THING OUT OF NEVADA IF I SEE THAT SHIT WALKING TO MY FUCKING SCIENCE CLASS I AM MAKING MY TEACHER DO A LAB ON IT-"

*Looks at the map* "OH THANK GOD THAT THING IS STAYING AWAY FROM ME-"

*Traumatized expression watching the Mimic grow* "W h a t t h e h e l l-"

"Conceal itself-BITCH THAT THINGS ARM COULD REACH IT'S GODDAMN ANKLES THERE AIN'T CONCEALING THAT-"

"I'm sorry, but if I see that thing walking around in shorts and a crop top I will just fall on the sidewalk and cackle. If that thing eats me it can go right ahead I ain't taking it seriously it's in a fucking crop top."

"This is why I stay up all night. Thing can't get me if I ain't in REM sleep-"

"OW MY EARDRUMS-"

"Execute? Immediately begin consumption I TAKE IT BACK I AIN'T CACKLING I AM RUNNING-"

"I AIN'T EVEN SAFE READING FANFICTION AT 2AM?!??!! HELL NAH-"

"BOY YOU GOT ME HELPLE-OH MY GOD"

My friend: You can't even resist the urge to break out in a musical even in certain death?

Me: Girlypop I will start screaming the shit out of "You'll Be Back" until that bitch kills me.

"I'mma just-" *mutes video* ok now I can't hear the impending jumpscare."

"why is the jumpscare taking so long-HOLY SHIT NOT THE EYES-"

*Literally two seconds away from chucking my computer out the window*

"Please don't please for the love of God-HOLY SHITHFDFGVBHNJVBGFCGVHJKHGF" *screams from me and my friend*

*Me hiding behind my chair, shaking and breathing heavily* "Holy...holy shit.."

My friend: Your gonna keep watching, aren't you?"

Me: Yep.

"I'm sorry there's MORE STAGES-"

*Weary glances at my friend* bitch u a Mimic?

My friend: No?

Me: Wait those don't even spawn here HAH-

"Elder Mimic? What is tha-WHAT IS THE FACE?!?

My friend: That's scarier than the jumpscare

Me: THATS WHAT I SAID-

"Woah woah woah I can survive a Mimic attack HELL YEAH-"

"wait I can't set it on fire or assault it with a sledgehammer? WHAT'S THE POINT-"

"CAUSE YOUR ALL DRUNK IN MY KITCHEN CURLED IN THE FETAL POSITION-sorry they're in a fetal position that song flashed through my head."

"Hide somewhere low-"

My friend: SHAWTY GOT LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW-"

Me: I'm gonna smack you.

"The harvester?" *sees picture* "Ah shit-"

Part 2 coming soon!

[fan-burns]

Robots 2

Chapter 6: Rodney’s POV (4 hours after the EMP Attack and the Lockdown)

My whole body felt numb and weak as I carefully sat up from the floor. My limbs were numb while I felt something pulsing inside my head. Even after rubbing the back of my head, that feeling remained. It didn’t hurt, but I knew it would become an annoyance if I didn’t have someone check it out. 

What happened to me? How long was I out for? Where am I?...Who am I?! Why am I on the floor of all places?!

I let out a small groan as I got up from the floor. Fighting against the pain, I stood up and peered out of the window I was next to. I had to cover my eyes as the bright morning sun shone through the glass and nearly blinded me. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I was able to peer out the window to have a look at where I was. The first thing I saw was, what I could only assume to be my reflection, but I don’t remember looking this…ugly.  

In the reflection, I saw a robot with a pale white face. He could due with a facial overhaul, just to sand down those horrible seams in his face. The line of bolts tha ran parallel on his lower lip could go too, as they were an eyesore. He had a cute beard accessory piece though, so he had that going for him. The brightness and color of his eyes on him could also be adjusted, as they were way too green. Too bright, and too green. I’m surprised it’s not making this headache worse. 

His frame was some hideous shade of copper blue that you’d find on a Pickup of all things. At least the paint looked fresh, and it wasn’t coated in rust. It looked like he was saving up for a chest upgrade, because he had a set of upgraded legs on him. Aside from the broad shoulder pads and the legs, it was all he had going for him. They looked nice on him, don’t get me wrong, but he should have his entire body upgraded. The legs look weird on their own, and the shoulders were disproportionate to his smaller chest. He looked like he was getting closer to becoming a High Ender, but he was still a far cry from being fully upgraded. 

I flinched away at the sight of him. I had to stop looking at him. He just looked so…disgusting. He needed to get some upgrades on him. This can’t be what I look like…this can’t be who I am! I’ve got to fix this, but before I do I have to get out of this blasted place. The best way to do that is to try and figure out where I am. 

I looked out the window again, ignoring the Outmode in the reflection this time. The building I was in must be high up, because I had to look down in order to see the city. I looked around and saw that It was bathed in a green glow, a glow of which helped reveal the giant walls that surrounded the city. They pierced the sky as they sliced the clouds open and closed off the world from us. The sun could barely kiss the top of the wall, but its light didn’t have such a problem. Its rays were able to scale the walls and flood the whole city in its early morning light. I must be in some sort of city sized fortress, because there’s no way anyone is flying over those things. 

The rest of the buildings were weird yet colorful shapes. Their colors, however, were hidden by the dawn’s light and the green glow that had taken over the place. What wasn’t hidden, however, were some billboards scattered across the city. Most of them were the new digital ones, but there were some of those ugly, old fashioned ones that needed to be demolished. The older billboards were able to get me what I wanted however, the only useful thing they’ll ever do. I was going to read what it said, when suddenly all of the digital billboards switched to the same video.

It was a silver robot on the screen. He was sharply dressed in what was supposed to be a tuxedo, and had a fin on the right side of his head. His upgrades were…decent, but he could go for something more up to date. Something cleaner too. It looked like he was living in the Oil Waste dumps for years, the poor thing. He was covered in rust and grime, with small oil stains dotted around his joints and suit. He was holding what looked like one of those old fashioned radios on a staff. It was larger than what it was supposed to be, as it was about the size of the bots head. He fixed his rusted tie and adjusted what remained of the suit's collar, and spoke.

“Attention citizens of Robot city! It is I, Phineas T. Ratchet! The real robot behind the creation of this city!”

Well now this is interesting. A giant crowd had gathered outside on the streets below to witness what was happening. Robots of all types gathered around, large, small, Outmode, Upgraded...everyone. Everyone but me. Seeing everyone outside in the warm sun somehow made me feel so alone in this cold, empty office.

“For the past twenty years, you have been mind controlled by that traitorous Bigweld! He was once my loyal right hand bot, before he let his lust for power and profit get the better of him. He began his plan by smelting down thousands of innocent robots to turn into upgrades!”

Whoa. This is getting dark. I feel like I’ve heard of these guys before. Guess I’ll have to listen blindly to this guy and believe in everything that he says. 

The silver stranger went on. “After I discovered his plan, he created an EMP device to pin the blame on me! Me! The one robot who showed him kindness! He broke me and my employees down into what you see right now, nothing but broken husks of our once glorious and lustrous states!”

He took a dramatic heavy sigh, as if the weight of his story was almost too much to bear. “Regardless, over those twenty years of trial and error, my team and I have been working tirelessly to free everyone. And at long last those efforts paid off! You are all free now! Now, Bigweld can never return to power!”

I’ve literally just met this guy, but I already want to die for him. 

“As of this moment, Robot City now belongs to its rightful ruler, me! And as of this moment, Robot City is now back to being Ratchet City!”

Ratchet City…got it. I live in Ratchet City. That’s one goal down, now I’ve got to figure out who I am and where I’m at.

“Before I can reclaim my throne, however,” he explained, “There’s still one more thing left to do…All of your old memories and morals were replaced with Bigweld’s hideous ideals. In order for me and my crew to return things back to how they were, we have to get rid of Bigweld and his supporters! So Go! Run them down! Force them into a corner and capture them all! The less support he has, the weaker he becomes!”

Suddenly, a small hand appeared to tug on whatever Ratchet was wearing. He set his scepter aside and bent down to pick up what appeared to be some sort of mish mash contraption of scrap and parts. He was like him, all torn and rusted. One eye was on his cylinder face, while the other was missing entirely. He had a circular saw blade for one hand, and some sort of drill for the other. Just what did Bigweld do to these guys?

The little robot had whispered something to Ratchet, and when he had finished Ratchet looked confused. He turned to the bot, “Are you sure? Are you absolutely, positively sure?”

The bot in turn spoke back in a jagged but childlike voice, “Yes! The Big One has fled underground! A Pretty Girl was dragging him by the arm down into the Oil Waste lines! A few others were following behind her too!”

Ratchet pondered this for a moment, looked at the camera, then looked back at the small bot. “Ok, Drillbit. Tell us what you saw.” 

He then lifted Drillbit to the camera so he could share what he had. “Right when Lord Ratchet flipped the switch,” he explained. “My friends and I went outside to see if it worked. We saw the green lights, and the walls, and then we saw the Pretty Girl with The Big One! She was dragging him down, like I told you, and more followed her! The Pretty Girl had black hair, and she had black frames too! Then there was an Ugly Red Girl, who led a huge Green Bot and a Pink Girl down to where The Pretty Girl was going! The Green One was holding something blue, but we couldn’t see what it was.”

After he was done, Ratchet gently put Drillbit down, patted his head, and spoke again, “Yes, well…It would appear that Bigweld has been incapacitated already! It must have been our life saving tech that put him out of business! That’s my motto all right! Think three steps ahead! Well that and, oh how does it go again?”

Oh! This I actually remember!

“Why be new, when you can be new!”

The whole city said it in near unison. It was perfect, just like him. It made me feel right at home for some distant reason. Ratchet smiled, wiping a tear from his eye. At least I think he was crying, I couldn’t really see his tears.

“It worked better than we could have ever imagined…Now then, let’s get back to business!”

He tapped that strange staff onto the ground, and the lights went down. The green had disappeared, only to be replaced with a more traditional white light. There was a sudden jolt that ran through my body, and I’m sure that everyone else felt it too. I felt that pulsing inside of my head disappear, and the pain suddenly disappeared. It was as if something in my mind switched on after it was deactivated for years. I’m trying to figure it out, to look for it, but I don't even know what I’m looking for. I have to find it, whatever it is, I need to know! I need it!

I didn’t have to look for long though, as Ratchet had already found it for me. “Now, this may take some time, but eventually all of your memories will return and you can go back to your real jobs. But until then, I advise that everyone heads home to rest for the day. We’re going to have a long, rough start ahead of us. There are many issues that I must fix, but for now, let us celebrate!”

The crowd below me cheered in another perfect unison, like they’ve practiced this moment for years. I would have joined them had I not been stuck up here. Wherever here is…I still have to figure that out.

“Yes, celebrate, but most importantly rest, because I’ve been working on this speech for weeks now…Goodnight to Ratchet City!”

As the screens went black, even more cheers from below. Seeing everyone so happy down there made me feel so alone up here. As I watched them from above, I wonder how I’m getting down from here. Maybe I can look for a way out? This place looks huge though…what if I get lost? I still have so many questions that I want to ask but it’s just me in here. Me, and someone’s phone on the ground.

I wasn’t sure how I missed this, but here it is. I bent down to pick it up, and right away I knew it was mine.  It had to be mine, considering that it was right next to when I woke up. That, and I know the code to get into it. Pretty hard to forget your own birthday, even after someone rewrites your whole life. The phone opened up to the home page, and I couldn’t help but cringe at the picture. 

It was that Outmode again. That blue, hideous Outmode. What made this worse was the fact that he had the audacity to stand next to a High Ender. An Upgraded robot, with her arms around the Outmode like they were equals, lovers even by the looks of things. I may not have all of my memories, but even I know what’s wrong and what’s right, and this picture was anything but right. The Outmode being with the Upgraded was a sin of its own, but what really got me was his eyes again. They were blue this time. 

How do you change eye colors without manually setting them yourself? I know I didn’t do that, so how did my eyes change color if I wasn’t the one who changed them? Was it Ratchet’s device? Was it her?! Did she do something to me?! Was it Bigweld?!

She looked so familiar though. She had this gorgeous black hair that was slicked at the front, curled at the back. Her face was as pale as the outmodes, but she was far too beautiful to be next to him. She had those smooth cheek discs that slid back on her face when she talked. Her eyes were jade green, like how mine were now, except they were softer. They looked welcoming, loving even. They might as well have been jades, they were so beautiful and warm. 

She was so beautiful, so flawless. The perfect example of Ratchet’s perfection. So why would she be with someone like him? Why would she be with me? An Outmode? Who even was this?

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I’m definitely experiencing deja vu right now, because I know that wasn’t the first time I was interrupted by my phone. I picked up the call, hoping it’s someone that knows who I am and knows how to get me out of here.

“Oh this is gonna be so awkward. Hey, um…are you alive up there Rodney?” 

I screamed and dropped the phone like an idiot. That was Ratchet himself talking to you! You, of all bots! How does he know my number?! How does he know me?! I quickly grabbed the phone from the floor and gathered myself.

“S-sorry sir! I didn’t know that was you! I didn’t even  know you had my number!” 

He chuckled awkwardly for a moment and continued. “Well, of course I know you! We’re…best friends! Yes, great friends! I’m friends with everyone!” 

Ratchet must still be tired, he seemed reluctant to say that. Maybe Bigweld’s EMP hurt him too.

“Wow, I wouldn’t have ever expected that! Um, if I’m allowed to ask, why are you calling me?” 

“Well, when you were under Bigweld’s control, you worked for him as his second in command.” He explained. “I figured you’d be at his office when I freed everyone, and based on your reaction, that’s where you're at?”

“Yeah, I’m at the top of his building. As much as I like the view from up here, I really want to go home. I know you're tired, but could you help me out for a bit?”

He paused for a minute, and I got scared that I went too far until he came back. “Sure, ask away.” 

“Ok, How do I get out of here? I’m stuck in some sort of office that’s…I don’t know, over a hundred feet in the air?” 

“Oh, that’s easy. Head out the main doors and hit a left. At the end of the hallway there’s an elevator that’ll take you straight down to the lobby on floor one.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“That’s it.” 

“Damn, wish I knew that.”

“Well, it’s a pretty big place.” He explained again. “Not that many bots know where to go once they get inside…Say, do you know where you live? Can you get home?”

“No,” I spoke meekly, “I don’t even have a car.”

He cursed under his breath, but quickly turned his attention back to me. “Ok, here’s the plan.” He spoke with a determined demeanor, “Get out of the building and wait outside next to the fountain out front. When I get there I can explain everything you need to know, got it?”

“Yes, understood.” 

He paused for a moment again, and after a few seconds he spoke again. “Well…I’ll see you outside then.” 

“Right. I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, I couldn’t help but feel like he was almost…forcing himself to be nice to me. Was it because he was tired? Maybe I’m just overthinking it, I know I do that a lot. Yep, that’s the problem. It’s me. I’m overthinking it.

I’ll just head out, like he said. I have a lot to take in right now...

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

HARD COCK CAFE > OLIVE GARDEN iN TIMES SQUARE????

Tha security guards there were giggling while asking me if I had a drank in my purse at Hard cock cafe !! excuse MOi??? i have NEVER blacked out in ANY circumstance under the influence of alcohol! except at Von where the owner touched my belly button! (And maybe 1 more or 2 or 3 more times) i only have chewing gum and cigarettes, a blue condom from Ag Urgent care i'm afraid to use, and my hello kitty house key in my purse !! I tried to eye tha area to find a hot daddie but.... No luck SIGHHHH. V sad, v disappointing, lots of asexual - "it's strictly business"- vibes. Olive garden is MUCH better. (ask for anydrink with italian rum and Its a Guaranteed black out.not that I would kno ab tht tho.)

CELEB SIGHTINGS OF THIS WK:

i saw debby ryan in a vanity fair commercial and frank ocean biking on a Benz bike in tha city . and amy poeler in a neuromarketing article online this week and now i feel like i was neuromarketed in a Neuromarketing article? I love science and psychology!!!!!!

Fashion tht im obsessed with RN!:

-Marie Antoinette Accessories + 90's Kristen dunst's FACE```

-Carrie bradshaw's grungey purple corset tryna b

80's madonna

-Heatwave attire : blazer with nothing inside , lingerie ONLY *most recommended to wear to ur local bodega cuz u hav GOT to b tha hottest 1 at tha deli<3*

-Crochet knit wear / crochet lingerie

-Full pussy out as the NEW LOW RISE!!! ! Inspo by julia fox. Tha queen herself wears it w a bald /Brazilian pussy but as a body positive and pubic hairadvocate, I personally enjoy a landing strip with a pussy tat. ^ ^

FASHION WEBSITES I FOUND VIA SKOOL THT R ACTUALLY SUPER HELPFUL N COOL:

-wgsn.com (trendspotters run it and track fashiontrends + emerging brands/designers/store fronts)

-fashionsnoops.com (online forecasting + fashion

trend analysis service)

-snapfashun!! (LA+ European retail reports n merchandising trends. They have a fashion library n it's updated 14 times a year!)

Ur ex fiancé from La is cyber stalking ur friends thruthe dog's account and is tryna explain how he's new ly single/see how ur doing/n want 2 know what Yr face tat looks like????? i think i will spend the rest of my Life wondering why some people can bring out some emotions in me i never knew i could feel, some i never thoughtWERE possible to feel, and i think i will s pend a lot more time than i originally thought 2 unlearn the intensity of those emotions And to never again mistake it for "love.' And i will have to accept i'll never get the apology i truly deserve from ppl from La that "moved to Ny to have a fresh start" ... when they know they got more drama here than back west. Closure comes from within i know but some people best know it's on site .

i miss dancing w strangers in Le pain to Ol town road. We were all thinking the same thing, did we ever really think we'd dance to billy rae cyrus at a club when we'd grow up ? And sneaking bottles into jane hotel and dancing on the table tops while getting free clothes from designers, I love my life n i love all my friends I get to make memories with and I fukin love myself !!!! I want everyone to know ..... I'm in my hate male era!!!! and adderal era!! and taking NO shit era cuz i know im gullible but i sure as fuck am not stupid!!! ERA!!!!!!! Unemployed and omw to Washington, LA, then Mexico ERA!!!!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! ( Comment tht u heard

me scream if u heard me scream thru tha screen!!!!!) Til nxt week maybe?? :3

Xoxo, Ur fav gossip girl, bushwick baby, n

Taiwanese-Rockaway-princess,REN!!!!!!!<3

[hirsheyskisses]

Can I request for Vox Akuma react to his s/o bluntly asking if they can hug him or kiss him?

❝Can I.. kiss you?❞

┏━━━━°⌜ しろへび ⌟°━━━━┓ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff, Drabble Disclaimer: I am writing for the characters portrayed, not the people behind the screens.

A/N: I vaguely remember this stream.. A/N #2: The amount of times "murmured" kept trying to autocorrect to "murdered" isnt even funny anymore bro-

Vox was, by nature, a very affectionate demon.

Constant hugs, kisses, words of affirmation. Old or new romantic, wholesome or spicy, Vox is willing for it. Speaking generally here, he's the romantically dominant one. Of course, you were just as affectionate: receiving and the giver of gifts, however much Vox reassured you he didn't need them. (But he appreciated every single one: and he especially enjoyed the roses.)

But when it came to initiating physical affection, he was dominant. And neither of you minded.

Though, there were times Vox would tease you over it (lovingly). Sometimes you two would jokingly argue over how you could never catch him off guard, and you'd argue back that you totally could.

But today- today was different.

Vox was sitting there, on his bed, playing some sort of game on his phone. Was he streaming? Nope! The only reason you chose this moment. Just Vox Akuma being Vox Akuma playing whatever random game it was that he was.

So you approached him.

"Voxxx~ I have a question."

Vox tore his eyes away from his phone to give you that beautiful smile of his. "Yes, my dear?"

"Mmmmm.. have a question." You sat on the edge of the bed, and Vox instantly pushed himself up so he was sitting besides you, golden eyes staring intensely at you. "Hm?"

"Can I.. kiss you?"

"..Wh-" Vox cut himself off, staring at you for just a moment. Taking his confused and stunned eyes as a yes, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Lingering for just a moment before pulling away, you would be met with the sight of a smirking, yet flushed demon: slightly tinted cheeks, eyes dilated and breath just a bit heavier than before.

"Yaknow.. ya dont have to ask, sweetheart."

Vox murmured, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. A gentle giggle escaped your lips as Vox moved in, placing a kiss against your lips; a chuckle rumbling through his chest. For just a moment, for what felt like eternity, the two of you stayed there, before you gently pulled away.

"Caught you off guard though, didn't i?"

"Tha- ...that you did."

[thatgirlstrawberry]

4 failed attempts

In which Spencer keeps failing to ask Y/N to marry him

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, panicky Spencer, guns (normal criminal minds stuff, little bit of Angst

Not my gif

"I'm tellin' you, Reid." Spencer sat in the round table room with Morgan discussing how he was going to propose to his girlfriend. "Rooftop romance is the way to go." Spencer had already tried once but chickened out at the last second. That was attempted number 1.

"Rooftop romance?" Spencer repeated.

Morgan nodded. "Yeah. Y'know, on the roof of her apartment building, candles, sexy music, flowers, champagne, chocolate dipped strawberries." The man shrugged with a smirk on his face. "

Spencer nodded. "Y-yeah. She'll have to say yes then."

The clicking of heels interrupted the two's conversion and they both turned seeing Garcia walk in with huge smile on her red painted lips. "Well hello, fellow crime fighters! What are we talking about?"

"Reid's thinking of ways that he can pop the question." Morgan smiled. Spencer widened his eyes and looked at Derek. "What, man? This stuff is huge."

Garcia gasped and dropped her clipboard on the floor. "Boy wonder! That's amazing!" She clapped, squealing. Spencer didn't have to worry abou Y/N hearing because she was currently doing a consult in California with Hotch.

"Oh, I've been dreaming about this day since you to got together!" She yelled. She pulled a small notebook from her purse and set it down on the table. Morgan and Reid looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows. "Okay, so proposing at a restaurant is too generic. And Y/N is anything but basic. You could do a cute little picnic! She loves little food by the way. O-or do the carnival in town and propose to her at the top of the Ferris Wheel!" She clapped. Morgan smiled and shook his head. "Or! Sneak into her apartment when she's sleeping and set up a super cute proposal in her living room."

Spencer smiled. "Those are all great ideas, Garcia. Thank you!" His smile dropped and he gasped. "Y/N is supposed to get hom tomorrow night! I have to set everything up! I- I have to get the strawberries! A-and the sexy music!"

Morgan and Garcia watched as Spencer practically jumped out of his chair and ran out of the room.

Attempt #2:

Y/N was coming home today!

Spencer called Derek and Penelope to help his set up the roof of her apartment building and then set out all of the roses and candles.

"She's gonna be so surprised!" Penelope squealed. "I can just imagine her face. She's gonna love it."

Derek noticed Spencer become more nervous as time went by. He walked up next to him, clamping his hand down on his shoulder. "Reid, calm down. She loves you and she's gonna say yes, alright?"

Spencer nodded and smiled at him. "She shouted be here any minute. She said around eight-thirty." Spencer looked down at his watch. It was eight-fifty.

Just before he was about to speak again, his cell phone rung in his pocket. He took it out and saw Y/N's name pop up on the screen. "It's Y/N!" Spencer shouted on accident. He pressed the answer button and held it up to his ear. "Hi, Y/N. Are you almost here?" Spencer asked quickly. Morgan rolled his eyes, thinking he sounded too suspicious.

"Spence I am so, so sorry. They caught the wrong guy at first because everyone here is an idiot and I'm not gonna be home until tomorrow." Spencer's face fell and he nodded his head.

"No, that's okay!" He said, looking at a confused Morgan and Garcia. "I just had a few movies laid out but, we can watch those tomorrow." He rubbed tha back of his neck and shook his head at his friends.

He heard Y/N sigh on the other line. "Aw, I'm sorry, Spence. I love movie nights with you. I promise we can do movie night when I come back, alright?"

"Okay, just make sure you text me when you touch down tomorrow-"

"Taylor's, I said move the board to the other-! Spence, I gotta go, honey. I love you, bye!" Before he could say anything, the call clicked and Spencer sighed.

"What happened, kid?" Derek asked.

Spencer looked down and sighed. "The investigators there caught the wrong guy and I guess she's trying to undo their mess and has to stay another night."

Garcia frowned. "I'm sorry, Reid. We can just leave this up tonight and use it when she comes home tomorrow!" She told him, trying to bring his mood up.

"The manager said that tonight was the only night I could do it." He shook his head. Morgan and Garcia stayed quiet, looking around. "I guess I need help taking this all down." He mumbled. Garcia and Derek looked at him with sorrow and nodded.

"Hey! There's still some last minute things!" Garcia called to him as she walked away to un plug the lights. "There's a carnival that's in town for the last day tomorrow. I had tickets for Kevin and I but I can give them to you for this special occasion." She told him thoughtfully.

"Garcia, that's so sweet. Thank you!" Spencer smiled.

"No problem, boy wonder. This is a beautiful thing and you and Y/N deserve the best." She clapped. She gasped and grinned up at Spencer. "Oh! And Derek and I cam get the team together at your apartment for an engagement party as a surprise for when you and Y/N get back!"

Attempt #3:

Y/N got home the next day at exactly 12:30 pm. She had texted Spencer when she landed back in Virginia. He told her he was going pick her up but she told him she was gonna take a cab back to her apartment to drop off her suit case, change clothes, and pick her car before going to his apartment.

So at 1:00, Spencer met her the parking lot of his building with a big hug and kiss. Which Y/N wanted to do a lot and more but Spencer reluctantly told her that he had a surprise for her. He knew that she loved carnivals so when he told her that they'd be going, she squealed and did a lot of jumping and kissing him.

So, with that, they loaded up in Spencer's car. The doctor smiled over at his girlfriend, not knowing that he'd left the ring and his phone on his bedside table.

Spencer turned down the radio and glanced over at Y/N. "So, how was the consult?" He asked, knowing she had complaints about it by the way her face scrunched up.

"Oh! You are so lucky you weren't there, babe!" She groaned. "No one knew what was going on any of the time and at one point I had to yell at them all. And get this, they only had one female at the station and she was the mail lady. The mail lady, Spencer!" She ranted. "Hotch let me do all the yelling and ordering. It was the best." She beamed.

Spencer chuckled. Y/N loved to order people around. He could see her in a very assertive position later in the future. "To be honest, I thought you'd be too tired to come to the carnival with me." He said as they pulled into the packed parking lot.

Y/N shook her head. "I slept on the plane. And plus, I would never pass of this opportunity because I love carnivals. And I love you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, to which he responded with turning his head amd kissing her lips once more.

He looked into her eyes, almost proposing on the spot because of the way she made him melt. "I love you, Y/N. I love you more than... history books!" He blurted.

Y/N giggled and pressed her lips up against his again. "And I love you more than fried oreos." He knew that was one of her great passions.

The couple got out of the car and walked towardsthe entrance, Spencer sliding his arm around her shoulders and Y/N hugging his torso tightly.

They got into the carnival and looked around for a bit before deciding on getting on the tilt-a-world. Well, Y/N begged him and he couldn't not do it.

So after, Spencer stumbled off of the ride dizzily while Y/N tried to hold his tall figure like a drunk teenager.

They rode a few more ride, at lots of greasy food and snacks, and just had lots of fun. When it started to get dark out, the Ferris Wheel lit up with neon lights.

"This is perfect." Spencer whispered to himself.

"What, Spence?" Y/N asked, walking up next to him with a frozen lemonade in hand.

Spencer smiled down at her. "Let's ride the Ferris Wheel before we go?"

"Yes!" She squealed, taking his hand and dragging him into the short line. As they passed the operator, Spencer slipped the man a twenty dollar bill, (tried but still failed) winking and tilting his head to the top of the Ferris Wheel (in the least smooth way possible). The man with a really scruffy beard nodded and flashed his golden toothed smile.

Y/N continued to drag him into a light blue shuttle. He sat next to her and she wrapped her arms around him, putting her feet up on the metal bench. She turned her head to look out of the glass as the Wheel started moving.

"It's so pretty at night." She whispered, moving away from Spencer but keeping his hand secured in hers.

Spencer felt his throat start to get dry and his heart hammer against his ribcage.

They soon got to the top of the Ferris Wheel and Spencer cleared his throat. Y/N turned to him with the most adorable smile he'd ever seen. "Y/N, I love you with all of my heart. You make me the happiest man on the earth and-" Spencer stopped, his hand feeling over his jacket pocket.

Yet, there was absolutely nothing to feel except the fabric. "Uhhhhh. Yeah. Yeah, that's all." He smiled unconvincingly. Y/N was too happy to notice and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him softly.

"You make me happy too, Spence. Really happy."

After a long five minutes of internal panicking, the Wheel finally moved and the couple was brought back down. Spencer grabbed Y/N's hand and zoomed past the operator who was smiling at them and straight for the car.

"Spencer! Slow down!" Y/N laughed as she tried to get her feet to move along with his long strides. He did, feeling a little embarrassed about more than one thing and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

On the way back to his apartment, he wasn't thinking about the fact that the whole team being at his house for a surprise engagement party. Which is why it was kind of a surprise party for him too. Oddly enough, the genius with and eidetic memory had forgotten all about it due to stress and embarrassment.

When they got up to his apartment, he heard shuffling from the inside and his eyes widened. He had to think fast.

He opened the door and stepped in first which was out of character for him, seeing as he usually held the door open for Y/N.

The lights turned on and everyone yelled "surprise!" Y/N gasped and was taken aback by her whole team being for some unknown reason.

"Oh let me see it!" Garcia, JJ and Emily all shouted this, whisking Y/N away from behind Spencer.

"Let you see what!? Amd what is going on here!?" She wasn't angry, just heavily confused.

Spencer made an interrupting noise before anyone could say anything, backing up against the counter, his hand taking a small board that said "Happy engagement!" On it and passing it to Morgan who stood next to him.

"The team and I organized a welcome home party for you!" Spencer smiled and clapped. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and before she could ask any questions, she was whisked away by Spencer. "Everybody party!" He called.

"Spence..." Y/N blushed. "I wish you would've told me." She mumbled. "I've been wearing lingerie ever since I left my apartment earlier." Spencer's eyes widened. "And I couldn't find the black set so... I'm wearing the white one." His lips parted. That was his favorite one. He looked up.

"Everybody out!"

Attempt #4:

It had been a few days since the carnival catastrophe. Y/N was sitting on Spencer's couch reading one of his many books waiting for him to say he was ready to go.

Spencer thought it was the perfect day for a picnic. So he quietly put together a basket of food and made sure that he slipped the ring box into the bottom.

"Okay, I think we're all set." He smiled, walking in front of her. She smiled and got off of the couch, taking his hand and stepping into her boots.

The couple made it all the way out the door and downstairs.

Before Y/N turned to Spencer. "Spence, honey." She said. "It's raining."

"Fuck."

Attempt #5: (successful)

The team moved through the house quietly with their guns pointed up in the air.

"L/N, Reid, head to the backyard and check it out." They heard from their ear pieces.

The two looked at each other and nodded, silently moving to the back door of the house. Spencer opened it slowly and then whipped out of the doorway, checking for offenders.

Y/N moved past him and wemt down the wide steps and stepped into the grass. Spencer followed. They spotted a shed and together, they walked towards it.

Click

Spencer stopped moving. Y/N stopped moving. Each one of them looked down at their feet. Y/N was good, nothing was there. She looked at Spencer thinking she was just hearing things. He gaze stared down at his feet.

Y/N went to step forward to see what he was looking at. "Don't... move." He snapped. Y/N frowned.

"Spence?"

"Call Hotch for me, baby, okay?"

"Spencer, wha-"

"Y/N just do it."

Y/N's breaths became a bit heavier as she lifted her wrist to her mouth. "Hotch, there's a situation out here." She said slowly.

He wasn't moving. He wasn't looking anywhere else but his feet. He didn't want Y/N to move a single foot. So, what could it be?

A land mine.

"Spence... is it what I think it is?" She asked quietly. Spencer didn't answer her. So that meant yes. Y/N mind flipped a switch. She lifted her wrist up to her mouth again. "This is agent L/N with the behavioral analysis unit to dispatch. I'm gonna need a bomb squad, a couple of ambulances and... probably another one. I've got a land mine at my exact location and I want to know what I have to do to keep him and myself calm so I don't get up all blown up."

"I don't get it. Bombs weren't in the profile." Spencer mumbled. Y/N shook her head.

Derek and Hotch came out the back door and set their eyed on Y/N. "L/N, did you step on one?" Hotch asked, getting closer to her.

"No but-"

"Then you need to evacuate the area."

"I'm not leaving him." Y/N said sternly, staring Hotch down as he got close enough to reach for her.

"L/N, that was an order." He told her. He reached to grab her AR, and she moved slightly.

"With all due respect sir, I will break all 27 of the bones in your hand if you touch me. When I said I wasn't leaving him, I meant it. So throw me off the team, I don't care but one thing you can't ask me to do right now if leave the love of my life when he is stepping on a bomb." Her chest heaved. Hotch didn't say anything to her but looked to Reid.

"Reid how are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm okay." He didn't move a muscle. "Y/N-"

She stopped him, already knowing what he was going to say. Or so she thought she knew. "Spencer, I just said I'm not leaving-"

"Will you marry me?"

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WHOA CLIFFHANGER

Anyway sorry for being such a bad writer and I hope you enjoy today's request <33333

Love yall and stay safe!

[elysianslove]

heyy sal ^-^ i know this seems a lil sudden but do u mind givin some comfort hcs or somethin with tsumu n an s/o wif overbearing family who's been feelin really shitty and unmotivated lately?? am sorry if this is a lil much but i have been feeling . Not good as of late ... and i really miss tsumu idk :( maybe a lil bit of hurt/comfort and cuddles and a night out 2 mcdonalds or something would be nice if ur up to it <3 ur writin is so amazing ilysm !!

hi lovely!! found it hehe,,, here’s your comfort fic! i hope you like it! mwah <3 

miya atsumu is a great texter. 

not just in the sense that his ability to hold conversations is immaculate, and not just because your messages between him are overflowing with extravagant voice notes and an endless amount of objectively unattractive up close photos of his face. it’s because he always, always, without a shadow of doubt, no matter the hour, day, week, month, replies within the second. you’d jokingly accused him of being addicted to his phone, until you realized, aside his brother, you were the only exception — that’s also because he has some ridiculous ringtone for your calls and messages, but you pretend to be oblivious of that fact. 

as you grip your phone with shaky hands and stare at your screen through bleary eyes, you watch as your message gets delivered, then read almost immediately after. 

can i please be with you right now? 

a grey bubble appears, hovering at the bottom of your screen, three dots rolling evenly within it. it then disappears, and in its place a message materializes. 

of course. should i pass by or leave my window open? 

already, your chest feels lighter. 

fifteen minutes later, he’s before you, donning a simple shirt and sweatpants, sneakers on his feet. his smile is bright when his eyes meet yours, and his arms are home when they come to wrap around you, pulling you in close, embracing you tightly. your own arms easily slip around his waist, the feel of him beneath the thin shirt grounding and steadying. you release a shaky breath just as he squeezes you reassuringly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“heya, gorgeous,” he softly greets you, leaning back slightly to take a look at you. hesitantly, slowly, your head lifts off of his chest, arms still wrapped around him. his smile visibly falters at the sight of you, it saddens and softens, but it doesn’t disappear. although a little forcefully, he urges his smile to widen, and brings a hand up to the string of your hoodie, tugging and teasing, “nice hoodie.” 

against all odds, you scoff amusingly, rolling your eyes. “yeah, you’d think so,” you retort, and he laughs lightly. 

gently, he twists you around to pull you to his side, an arm tossed around and over your shoulder. “so, what’re we thinkin’?” he wonders aloud. “convenience store ramen?” atsumu tilts his head towards you, and when your nose scrunches in disapproval, his does too in mimicry, and then he shakes his head. “convenience store ice cream?” he says it as if it’s a genius idea, a victorious grin on his face, until he’s met with another disapproving look. 

“m’not really hungry, ‘tsumu,” you begin to argue, despite knowing how fruitless the attempt is. 

“tha’s not what i’m askin’.” he feigns offense as he says this, before he tilts his head back, thoughtfully humming. you watch him in both slight amusement and endearment. he’s really cute, you think, with the slight pout to his lips and the messiness of his hair. it’s obvious that he’d just rolled out of bed after having taken a shower, if not for his hair then for the comforting smell you sense. he’s sturdy by your side, body easy and relaxed against you, leaning into your touch just as much as you lean into him. he hums again, speaking to himself in hushed tones, and you think again, he’s really, really cute. 

“you’re really cute, ‘tsumu,” you voice, and atsumu stops his deep and thoughtful monologue about the importance of a decision like choosing where to eat at eleven pm. when he turns to face you, you offer him an easy smile, before urging him arm tighter around you again, and continuing your walk. 

“ya think i’m cute?”

“well, i am dating—“

his arm falls from around you to his side, and he halts in his steps.

“cute?!” 

you pause, turning to the side to fix him with a humored, confused stare. he’s wearing a shocked expression, eyes wide and mouth slightly parting. it makes you want to giggle. “is that a bad thing?” you wonder.

with a whine, atsumu deflates, his arms tossed to his side, hands slapping his thighs as if he were a toddler throwing a tantrum. “yer cute,” he begins to argue. “yer cute ‘n pretty n’ gorgeous ‘n very hot.” 

you quirk an eyebrow. “thanks?” 

“but i’m handsome, babe. devilishly han’some if you will. sexy. charming. hot—“

“thought i was hot?” 

“m’not taking you to mcdonald’s anymore.” 

you gasp, reaching out for his forearms and gripping them tightly. atsumu runs warm, always has and possibly always will, that it’s always a welcome feeling touching him. unless you were in the middle of summer beneath a thousand blankets, but that’s not your current concern. “how did you know i was craving nuggets?” you wonder, exasperated and in awe. 

he lifts up a finger and tilts his chin back, as if prepared to make a very important note. “not only am i devilishly handsome—“

“‘tsumu.”

“you’re always craving nuggets, doll.” 

a fair argument, you guess. 

“— and i’m psychic.” 

you smack his arm. 

“finger. guns, babe. finger guns!” 

you lift your hand up in motion of a gun, but instead, you flip your boyfriend off, sipping slowly through the staple yellow and white straw. condensation from the cup in your grip drips to your knuckles, slowly trailing down your hand. 

your gesture is met with a deadpan expression before atsumu twists around away from you. he’s facing a bench in the middle of an empty public park, his phone propped up against the back of the bench and opened up on the camera app. in the small lower left corner of the screen is a small preview of a picture you’d just taken together: it’s cheesy and honestly a little cringe, with atsumu doing a ridiculous pose with finger guns, and a you with a hesitant peace sign. it’s what led you to this moment— he just really wants you to do some finger guns with him. 

facing the phone, atsumu bends down and clicks on his screen, while you take another long sip. upon buying a ridiculous amount of fries, nuggets, and two burgers, the two of you had walked for a few moments, not so quietly because atsumu has the long lived habit of never knowing when to quite stop talking, until you’d reached the park. beneath a dying tree, the two of you sat and ate, watched the stars through the branches of the aged tree while atsumu explained you the ridiculous justification behind punching his brother earlier in the day during practice. after a while, he’d gotten the great idea of taking pictures together, despite the terrible lighting, obscure setting, and not the most fitting choice of outfits. 

you’re slightly lost in thought, and honestly atsumu is a little too fast for his own good, that you don’t notice him barreling towards you until he’s right before you. you’re too late, and suddenly he’s kneeling, arms wrapping around your thighs, lifting you up high. he leaves you with no choice but to quickly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in close until your cheek is pressed to his. he holds you tight to him and you barely see the flash turn off before you’re lifting yourself up again, staring down at him with a fake scowl. 

“why would you do that?” you scold him, pinching at his arm as he drops you to your feet again. 

he mumbles a small ouch at your pinch, rubbing at his sore arm as he defends himself, “well ya weren’t doing the finger guns!”

“finger guns are stupid.”

“yer face is stupid.”

“your face is stupid.”

“like hell it is.” rather stupidly, atsumu spreads his arms wide, showcasing himself. “i’ve got so much to offer.” to humble him, you reach out, hand splaying on his stomach and fingers wiggling. he’s quick to react, curling in on himself slightly and grasping your wrist tightly, fixing you with a warning, cold stare. “do not.” 

you giggle wickedly, and wiggle your fingers again. atsumu shrieks, holding your wrist away from his stomach. 

it’s a good thing you’ve got two hands. 

it’s nearly two in the morning when he first yawns. unintentionally, guilt starts to creep up your spine, settling heavy on your shoulders and chest. atsumu notices, as he always does, but instead of mentioning it, he shuffles down on the bench, and leans slightly towards you until his head rests on your shoulder. with the feel of him against you once more, you will yourself to relax, and reach for the hand closest to you, intertwining your fingers with his.  

“yer so fun,” he mumbles, and you feel the vibrations from his voice. as he sighs contently, you finally do properly relax, and shuffle low until your head rests above his. 

“you are too,” you respond. “only when you’re not doing finger guns.” 

he scoffs. “ya love me ‘n my finger guns.” he lifts up a hand, and clicks his tongue as he motions a gun. jokingly, you slap at his hand, pushing it away. 

the wind whistles softly, calmly, and atsumu’s hair tickles your cheek. 

“i don’t wanna go home,” you admit with a small voice, smaller than you’d wish. 

atsumu presses himself closer to you, thumb tracing at the back of your hand. “we can jus’ stay here,” he offers. “sunrises are pretty.” 

you hum thoughtlessly. 

“we can watch it from my room too, if ya’d like.” 

your heart stills, and you swallow thickly. “you sure?” 

he nods. “you’ll always have a home with me.” it’s not an offer, but a fact. 

twisting your head, you place a kiss to the top of his head, the familiar scent of his shampoo overwhelming your senses for a moment. “i do love you and your finger guns,” you whisper against his hair, reveling in the loud laugh that leaves his lips as you twist your head back to rest it against his again. 

quietly, sincerely, you laugh with him.