#oh and I'm 100% printing this and putting it on my wall

[gummy-axolotl]

It's finished!

Pls reblog 💜

@kovox @actuallynickels

[my-worst-nitemare]

Moonboys with a Choking Kink

Steven Grant

• When you first asked him to choke you Steven went red. • He literally squeaked and put down the tea he had been drinking to pause and ask you to repeat yourself. • And that night he had you on your back, pounding into you with a hand around your throat. • Not the type to choke you for too long though, he's very quick about it and will simply keep his hand around your throat in the meantime. • Y'know to establish dominance. • "Your throat feels excellent under my hand darling, right where it belongs." • However one time he had been having a terrible day and he choked you as fucked you until your face was red and wet with tears. • He left a mark that day and he's only done it a few times since. • He's paranoid about hurting you!! • Steven is also into choking you with other objects such as scarves, rope, and hell even a collar. • That being said Steven also enjoys being choked with said things (mainly your thighs but he isn't complaining). • Choke him between your thighs while he gives you head and he will be soooooo happy. • He often tells you that suffocating between your thighs would be the best way to go. • Sub!Steven choosing a reward almost always goes with giving you head. • "Please please please I want your thighs around my head!" • If you do use your hand and dig your nails in there he's a goner.

Marc Spector

• Marc was actually the one who brought up choking to you and as soon as you agreed, his hand surrounded your throat. • If you've been misbehaving, he'll take you into the nearest room and pin you against the wall using your throat. • Now while it was initially a punishment, it slowly became a reward. • Now you have to beg for him to choke you. • Prefers to use his hand to choke you, as he's deathly afraid of being too rough and not being able to pay attention with other things. • If you have a degrading kink good luck because he will call you all sorts of filthy little things as you're being choked. • "My dirty bitch likes a hand around their throat don't they? That's right, baby, I'm in control." • Leaves hand prints around your throat when he's feeling possessive. • I'm not talking faint either, like a dark, dark, handprint will be around your throat on days where he feels the need to claim you (with consent of course). • You have to resort to high collared shirts and jackets so that people don't ask questions. • Marc has put you in a chokehold a couple of times and you screamed so loudly as you came Marc thought he'd genuinely hurt you. • "My oh my, looks like so much of you is mine darling." • Marc isn't really into you choking him and in fact he prefers to stay away from anything near his throat like that. • It brings back bad memories :( • He'll definitely let you wrap your hand around his throat though if you want to show dominance, just don't squeeze!! He'll get scared.

Jake Lockely

• You brought up choking to Jake and he was thrilled wanting to try it as soon as he could. • Jake will choke you until you pass out. He will do it (you won't be in danger though). • One moment you will be begging and pleading, the next you'll be passed out from Jake's hand around your throat. • Will not hesitate to collar you and tighten it until you can barely breathe. • Other than that he only likes his hand on your throat so that you know it's him who's making you feel good. • Doesn't like chokeholds for that reason, he wants you to know you're his. • 100% uses your breath as an incentive for you to cum • "You wanna breathe again? Wanna feel air in your lungs? Then fucking cum for me." • Jake likes to leave really, really dark marks on you so you wait until you don't have to go out for a while if you want him to choke you. • He's not choking you right until you're crying for him. • If you're fucking somewhere where people can hear you, he'll choke you to keep you quiet. • Definitely uses choking to show dominance, like "wraps his hand around your throat to shut you the fuck up" kind of dominance. • "That's right baby, shut the hell up. I'm the only one that gets to hear your whorish moans, understand me?" • As for choking him? Well he won't admit it but it lowkey turns him on. Deep down he longs for your hand on his throat. • Once you walked in on him stroking himself with his hand around his own throat, moaning your name. • That night you made him come so hard that he was the one blacking out for a change. • And although it's only happened a few times, you live for it.

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 16. December - "consolation"

Kacchan: *image attached* Wtf + Why What are you up to Deku. Really. Some of this stuff makes NO sense Deku: Maybe you'll burn your meat later. Kacchan: Excuse yourself for even thinking about it

Izuku didn't quite understand. Okay, that was an understatement. He was really confused.

He had thought that the two notes Kacchan didn't want to show him were things he 'didn't need'. But he certainly didn't need any consolation while they cooked and ate together today. So WHAT was on the other two notes? What was he holding back?

Had he already drawn the hug?

By his count, there was still plenty inside: A wish, a compliment, a victory, a hug, an advice, something sweet, hot chocolate, a joker, an ear.

Kacchan had deliberately not sent two of these as a photo, leaving Deku completely in the dark.

Maybe the joker. And the victory too? To make Izuku do something stupid and then claim victory? Nah. That wasn't Kacchan-like at all. "Are you finally done, slowpoke?" a sassy voice called from the common hallway, then he spotted Kacchan's scowl in the mirror, "How long can it take you to put on gloves?"

"Sorry!" he squeaked back, checking for the third time that he really had the printed recipe for their planned curry in his jacket pocket, next to his keys and cell phone, and then pulled on the second glove. Both were wrapped up beyond recognition. One reason was to avoid unwanted glances. The other, more important reason: it had started to snow heavily.

"I sometimes have trouble with my right hand in winter. The scars hurt when the weather changes too quickly."

"Really? You've never told me that."

"Why should I? You think I'm always weak anyway," he teased back, squeezing his fingers into his glove.

"I thought so." "What?"

"I thought you were weak. Past tense. But painful scars suck hard."

Izuku couldn't tell if Kacchan was doing it on purpose, but he rubbed the spot next to his shoulder briefly before opening the door for him. The place where he had been impaled. For him.

"Ready," he muttered and stepped into the white wall of snow next to Kacchan.

They visited the small family-run store not far from campus, bought everything they needed and a little more for a sweet dessert. Like well-oiled clockwork, they put the money together without discussion and Katsuki brusquely pushed him aside to carry the groceries. The granny behind the counter smiled and praised him for his constant good manners and Izuku realized that this was probably the place where Kacchan would shop when he prepared a meal for the whole class. Oh, how he would love to be there once or twice, unseen, to watch how the two of them interacted when Kacchan was just being himself.

Izuku pushed open the door of the shop and the other, stepping beside him, gave him a quick look, filled to the brim with tension. "Heat helps with the pain."

Izuku looked up in surprise, but the blonde had his eyes back on the street in front of them. But something moved in the corner of his eye and he lowered his gaze to… a hand. Not quite raised, but not just hanging next to his body either. Palm up.

An … invitation … ….????

He latched onto it before a single thought could form in his mind. If it was a coincidence, Kacchan could just pull his hand back.

It was still snowing. But his scars didn't hurt anymore. The warmth between their hands indeed helped. (Apart from the fact that his body had set a new core temperature record of 100 degrees just by holding hands. Not a snowflake touched his skin all the way back to the dorms).

[charlemane]

[id in alt text]

my first full sticker sheets! available free in two sizes and color / black&white. tumblr makes the image quality look kinda busted, but i promise they'll look better when you get them from my itch.io.

the idea is that you can print these on standard printer paper, then use a wheat paste to stick 'em up... oh, you know, on your water bottle or your accordion case or, idk, some other item of legitimate personal property that you can put stickers on 100% legally, although it is interesting to note that a wheat paste would also stick very well to streetlamps, street signs, utility boxes, certain walls... but that's irrelevant. these are for your water bottle and your accordion case.

free to use and share, but blah blah blah don't sell these or anything. color in the b&w pages yourself however you like - or don't, i'm not the boss of you.

today, tomorrow, forever- viva trans.

[primofate]

Oh. My. Archons.

I stayed up until 3am reading some of your Genshin Impact works last night and now I'm considering downing my third cup of coffee to keep my eyes open for work.

I have no regrets.

To put it crudely, your work is so darn amazing.

To put it in a more elegant manner, they're superb, astounding, and mind-reelingly immersive, on top of addictive.

It's been a long time since I cried from actual angst, but I was bawling when I read Death and Regrets series, and so I proceeded to read all the other angst pieces in your angst masterlist. Now, I can die happy and I won't have any regrets. Not the same can be said for the boys tho hahahahaha *smacks myself*

The AU series? Ex-fucking-quisite.

... Ahem. Please excuse my language.

I just can't help it, I freaking adore the Volleyball AU. Please. They're all so precious. I started off reading the Modern AU because the concept pulled me in, and Volleyball was the last AU I read because I was never a sportsperson... My primitive mortal brain did not realize I unintentionally saved the best for last.

By this point I have learned that whatever you write is liquid gold, and my insomnia has finally succumbed because I find myself feeling warm and happy and content, so with a patience that rivals Zhongli's accumulated 6000 years of wisdom he has taught himself from all his experiences, I locked my phone and went to sleep.

I can't for the life of me remember what I dreamt last night but I know it was Genshin-related and it made me feel very happy and giddy this morning when I woke up.

Safe to say as soon as work ends, I am 100% going back to binge on your work. Maybe even reread them. But for now, I wanted to drop in and leave this message, give you a virtual hug as a thank you, wish you a good day, and hope that this message somehow made your day just a little bit brighter, because you certainly made mine the brightest it's ever been this whole week.

PS. I'm so sorry for sending you a whole essay... My excitement might have gotten the better of me. Please don't be intimidated or feel obliged to reply!

PPS. Also I swear as soon as I get my paycheck this month, you'll see me on your Ko-Fi throwing my money your way and reading more of your work.

🌸

I'm sad that I couldn't get around to this ask until today. This is just...if there was a category for most touching messages this is one of those on top. The types that I could print and frame then hang it on my wall.

I love your narration of how I have just fucked up your sleep schedule, it's so detailed you could be a writer yourself! (lmao not kidding tho)

In all seriousness thank you and I'm glad you find some joy in binging my works! Hopefully in re-reading them too! :D

[pbandjesse]

I'm walking around the musuem right now. It's a good day. It was a sleepy day. But a good day.

I had a horrible nightmare last night. I only remember little bits of it. But the worst part was thinking someone was in the apartment. And I woke up and fear was in my whole body down to my toes. I was so tired that I knew I couldn't get up and check but also I was just. So scared. I pulled James over top my myself and was able to calm down and fall asleep.

I woke up at 8 and had to take a few extra minutes to put on my new prescriptions. The doctor for back to me and I was correct about not layering the medication. But it took me a few minutes to get ready.

I got myself together though and it was a lot cooler then I expected. Also very very rainy. But it was all fine. I headed to the museum and was alright.

I got there a little before the meeting. And waited on the lunchroom. Helped Jessica move around a few things. And worked on my tatting. I have figured out how to weave rings together but I still can't get them on a line next to each other. But at least I'm successfully getting the rings down.

The meeting was good. And we figured out how we're going to best do the market. There is some fogginess of the hours because I'm also going to be a vender but we'll figure it out. It felt like a successful meeting. And I signed some paperwork and asked some questions. And then it was time to go back home.

I got back here and had a snack and did my knitting. I played with the tatting a bit. I tried to hang some stuff up but couldn't find a stud so I gave up before I ruined the wall. And hung some of my prints instead.

I wanted to do some kind of art but I was cold and the dreary weather made me just want to lay down.

So at noon I switched into my hoodie and got in bed. I cuddled with Sweetp and watched videos and it was nice just resting. But I had wanted to actually sleep. But I couldn't turn my brain off.

Eventually I plugged my phone in on the other side of the room and was able to sleep for an hour. I did go eat lunch first. And I think that helped too. The rest was very needed.

When I woke up I was a little shakey tired. But I fixed my makeup and put my dress back on. And headed out into the rain.

I helped the UPS driver with getting a package inside. And then drove down to locust point.

I went to 7/11 and had a nice conversation with the guy who worked there. He made me fresh pizza and we talked. He didn't know that the musuem was literally 100 feet from where he works. So that made me laugh. Literally no one knows we're here. Why. I hope he does come check us out.

It's been a fun night so far though. I got here an hour early to give the car to James so they could go pick up their new bike. And I went and ate my pizza. I played with my tatting. Got the weaving thing to work. Enjoyed talking to the other venders I now know because I'm here so much. It's been nice.

I also have had some awesome conversations. One guy let me basically talk at him about my thesis and art. And a bunch of them are fire fighters. And while a few people are way to polite and we're like. Oh no you don't have to talk to me or do machines or anything. And I'm just like. This is my favorite thing. Let me talk about history with you!!! But it's still been a good night.

Now though I'm just waiting for James to be done at the theater and come and get me. This wedding was really lovely. I even got to see the first look and help with photos. It's been really fun.

I am going to spend my day tomorrow doing art and maybe going to second chance to look for a box to keep my clothes in at camp this year. But for the most part I just want to make art.

I hope you all have a good night. Take care of each other. Enjoy the rain.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 117

The Hounds of Baskerville

"The Hounds of Baskerville"

Not me almost forgetting Sherlock gets purple for The ShirtTM instead of blue for The ScarfTM

I...forget this guys name (character and actor) because he will forever be Alonso...Alonzo? Either way, he's the guy from Voyage of the Damned. Allons-y Alonso!

OMG THE HARPOON AND COVERED IN BLOOD.

Stop being mean to Mrs Hudson...

The fact that Bluebell is relevant...you DUNCE, Sherlock

The superstitiousness of everyone about Dartmoor.

Good lord, he's so off putting, now in 2023. Literally what was I going through in 2012 that made me like Sherlock (the character) so much

The visuals in this episode ARE beautiful. The VIEWS of Dartmoor. One can really dramatically stand on rocks there. (I realize that sentence sounded sarcastic, but...it wasn't. It somehow wasn't. It was absolutely genuine)

I always liked this little village outside the army base. It's charming.

Love John insisting on Sherlock following through on the bet they definitely didn't make but that Sherlock DID lose. That is one BIG paw print

OMG. The tiny Mycroft parts because Sherlock stole his ID card that grants them access to Baskerville.

Oh...right. This is the episode where I do get ever so briefly attracted to John. I just get twirls-hair-around-finger when someone pulls rank...

I do feel very called out though...because in some ways my taste has not changed. What's that about a statement coat with the collar turned up so they look cool??? Goddammit

JOHN FOLLOWING A LEAD IN MORSE CODE but the flashing light was...like...a couple in a car hooking up

So. He's just pretending to have seen something right now. God, he's so infuriating

Henry (Alonso), no he didn't see it. He's playing you for a fool at this point. And now he's gaslighting John, too. It's all so much worse when you know.

Worstie, we both know that's not quite true. There's nothing wrong with you, PLEASE. There's SO much wrong with you. (Who am I? Who have I become??) Look, just because there's nothing "wrong" with your deduction skills doesn't mean you're 100% alright. Yeah...I'd have the same reaction as John.

Ok. Like. I know Dr Franklin is the one who did it. He's behind it all, but is he psychologically torturing poor Henry? Mmmm, maybe not if he's breaking up John's date with Henry's therapist

Aaaaaaaaand he's reeling you in to make the experiment he's testing on you go on. LORD, I forgot about the "you've never been the most luminous of people, but as a conductor of light you are unbeatable" He's so rude.

Pfffff, yes, Lestrade. Okay. Okay, I did laugh, GENUINELY laugh at the "[Mycroft] sends my handler incognito. Is that why you're calling yourself GREG?"

Hey, yeah. I remembered that the vegetarian restaurant was ordering meat, but WHY

Oh wait...is THIS when he drugs John?? Wait, was his freak out at the pub real?? I legitimately have no clue. I loathe this man.

And now I'm back on the, he's been playing them this WHOLE time.

Poor John, he doesn't deserve this happening to him

Oh wait. Shit. It was a genuine freak out on Sherlock's part earlier.

Gonna be frank with you. Did not remember/expect the "In" of "Liberty In" to be Indiana.

Yeah, I don't think that's gonna be your therapist any more, Henry. Sorry, bud.

Oh. Oh Henry, no.

Okay. On one hand, yeah, Sherlock's got it all figured out, but on the other...Henry his HIGHLY SUGGESTIBLE right now. I don't think this would hold up. You are literally telling him what "he remembers" in this state where we've just been shown that you'll see what you're told you'll see...

God...I forgot they just blew the villain up this time around. I mean...they let him chase them through an active mine field, so like...kind of the same thing. CAN WE STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS

He's such an asshole.

I was gonna end i there, but I forgot that Jim got locked up somehow and scratched Sherlock's name just alllllllllllllll over his cell walls. It...shouldn't be making me feel things, but it does. Jim always will.

[blackboard-monitor]

1, 11, 21, 31, 41, 51, 61, 71, 81, 91, 100. Initiate procrastination ;D

unfortunately i already did the task i was putting off but the questions are welcome nonetheless :D

1. What is you middle name? i have two middle names and my middle initials are T and M which makes me Liekki™ and that's funny, but i'm considering changing one of them for gender reasons

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? man, you gonna make me count shit? around 16, can't remember exactly what i have up in the attic with the summer clothes

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

as a visitor, many times as a patient, once for unscheduled reasons when i was a small child climbing on one of these bad boys

and fell on it crotch first. several stitches.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? i honestly don't really know because i spin like a rotisserie chicken until unconsciousness finally takes me

41. Are you a good liar? hahahha that's hilarious. my deception modifier is -6

51. Are you scared of spiders? i'm not scared of them necessarily but i do have this instinctive Oh No reaction if a spider is too close to my body

61. Do you sing to yourself? yeah especially in the shower. also outside sometimes because i'm the neighbourhood cryptid

71. What makes you nervous? *gestures vaguely at entire world* take your pick

81. Can you roll your Rs? when i was a child i couldn't and then my dad had to find a very expensive finnish speech therapist in tokyo. but joke's on her, after she taught me, i taught my brother and like two younger cousins for the same price

91. Do you like your own name? yeah i find it lowkey hilarious that i don't need to change my name after coming out as agender because my parents already named me a random genderless noun that isn't usually a name

100. Color of your room? the walls and the curtains are white, most of the furniture is various shades of wood, the carpet is purple and white, and the couch is a warm eggplant. there are a lot of prints and posters and pictures on the wall, so pretty colourful in that regard

[mindswriters]

Next Morning - jj maybank × reader

Summary: y/n and jj are friends with benefits for a couple months ago, in secret of course, but after a night where the blonde could not control himself, you guys have to chase after a next morning pill.

Pairing: jj maybank × reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of smut, unprotected sex [no glove no love my friends], swearing, pregnancy scare, probably typos.

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: this is "low" key inspired by otis and ruby from sex education, i thought they were cute.

gif by @toesure :)

"Oh fuck Y/n, you're doing so good" JJ grunts as you speed your pace bouncing your hips against his shaft, riding him like your life depends on it.

Tonight was being just another boring Thursday night at the outer banks, at least until your best friend, JJ Maybank, calls you saying that he was alone at the chateau, and asked you to come over. A few months ago you guys updated your friendship with some benefits, and since then a day without your other Pogue friends means a huge opportunity to enjoy yourselves together, so why not.

"You fill me up so nice J" you moaned tugging his blonde locks while you sank yourself on his cock one more time.

Incredible as it sounds, this is the first time you're riding JJ's cock. After lots of tries, he finally left out his dominant side and let you take control of him, but obviously at some point he would buck his hips and meet your thrusts, making it feel even better. Honestly, he wasn't expecting it to be this good. He loves the way your breasts are pressed against his chest while you move your hips roughly, this position basically gives him a free pass to cover your neck with bites and hickies. And all of this plus your moans filling up the room are driving him insane.

"Fuck, I can't" he breathed out under your ear but you kept with your pace, looking for your high, and you could say it wasn't so far "Y/n, I think I'm gonna- oh fuck"

"What the actual fuck JJ?" you cursed panting when you felt the stick liquid scratching your inside walls and reached your high too.

At the beginning of this 'thing' you were still two good kids who always protected yourselves, but as deep as you dived in each others lusts, you discovered that neither you nor JJ were the biggest fans of condoms, so you made a deal, you can do it without them, as long as he don't release inside of you. And by the looks of it, he just broke the deal.

"Did you just came inside me?" you just aren't freaking out because you're still dizzy from your orgasm

"Shit I think I did" he said by passing his hands through his messy hair and heavy breathing.

"This is not a joke, JJ. Didn't you felt it coming?" you asked in a hard tone while reaching for his shirt to clean yourself up

"It was impossible not to feel it" the blonde answered with a smirk

"Then why don't you warned me, pulled off or whatever?" you now have a worried tone in your voice

"I tried! but come on Y/n, I'm mild high and you were having no mercy with me!" he exclaimed throwing his hands on the air

"Don't put this all on me" you ran your hands through your face and trying to stay calm, realizing the big problem you had just created.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay, even though you were riding me like a goddess, it was my dick who painted you so..." he said getting close to you and wrapping your naked body with his arms.

You softly giggled relaxing a bit with his touch, you know he's worried too, his brain is only a little slower than yours to process information, but you're sure that once he remember that one of the consequences of this "slide" could be an unexpected pregnancy and you becoming parents with 17 years, he'll freak out.

"So what do we do now?" he asked caressing your hair

"Since we're on the cut, without the twinkie and there's none 24-hour drug store in here, we'll go to sleep and wait until tomorrow morning to go buy a next morning pill." you explained what seemed to be the best option now.

"It means you're staying over?" he asked and you nodded smirking "Sounds good to me then"

After that, you guys took a quick shower just to free your bodies from the sweat and other things even more disgusting, and didn't even bothered in putting back your clothes, you just cuddled and fell asleep naked under a thin blanket, because above all, his body's heat still makes you feel safe.

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You can't say that you slept like an angel this night, you were too worried for it. So as soon as you saw the bright light from outside trespass the room, you carefully reached your phone on the nightstand and checked the time, it was almost 8 in the morning. Considering you don't want to be naked with your best friend in the spare room when John B arrives, and that the sooner you take the pill the better, you decided it was time to get up. You slowly pulled JJ's arm away from your waist and stood up without waking him up. You picked your underwear from the floor and put them on, along with your jeans shorts from the day before and lent one of JJ's shirts, the one with a Kildare Marina print. The boy only woke up when you got back from the bathroom, and opened the curtains, basically torturing him.

"Oh come on, what time is it?" he grunted scratching his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Time to fix the previous night, sweetheart" you answered picking up some clothes that were still on the floor.

"Can't we just wait a little more?" he yawned.

"No, we can't, unless you want to increase the chances of me having a mini you on my uterus" you stared him cocking your eyebrows.

"Okay, right, I'm up" he stood up quickly, but he wasn't 100% awake yet.

"Uh, try to put some clothes on, I'll be in the kitchen" you faked a disgusted face pointing to his not too little exposed friend.

While JJ was doing his morning routine, you started looking for something you could eat, but the old pizza slices, mold breads and cereal wastes didn't seem at all attractive to you and your lack of hunger. At that moment the feelings that consume you most are those of concern and guilt, concern because you know that the next morning pill isn't 100% effective, and you definitely can't handle having a baby now, you are too irresponsible for this, and that's why you also feel guilty, because if you wouldn't had accepted that goddamn "no condom" deal, nothing of this will be happening. But suddenly you were dragged away from your thoughts by the sound of the Chateau's front door opening, you could say that John B was trying to be quiet, but it didn't work very well, since the doors of the house are old and creak with any movement.

"Shit!" the brunette whisper-shouted placing a hand on his chest when he entered the kitchen "Wow Y/n, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing?"

"Uh.... breakfast?" you quirked your eyebrows showing him the cereal box in your hands

"Yeah I can see you're doing your breakfast, 'what are you doing here?' is what I meant" he said placing his keys on the counter.

"I'm waiting for JJ, we have some important things to do" you said staring your cereal bowl, avoiding to meet eyes with your friend.

"JJ? Doing important things this early in the morning?" you pursed your lips in a suggestive smile and nodded your head "And why are you wearing his shirt?"

You almost chocked with milk at the question, stuttering to find a plausible answer "Because... I- spilled toothpaste on mine?" it definitely sounded more like a question.

John B was about to question you again but thank God JJ finally joined you, now wearing his classic boots and cargo shorts, and some random shirt.

"Oh hi Jombie" he said scratching his eyes with the back of his hand.

Before your friend could even answer, you stood up and made your way towards JJ "Finally sleeping beauty, can we go now?" you said linking your arms.

"I was actually craving for some breakfast first" he pointed to the table, where John B was putting some cereal for himself.

"You know what might happen if we get late, don't you?" you whispered quirking your eyebrows and giving the blonde a serious look and heading to the front porch.

"Ok, breakfast can wait, see you later JB, oh and we're taking the twinkie" he grabbed the keys John B had previously dropped on the counter and hushed to meet you outside.

"See ya weirdos" John B shook his head and rolled his eyes seeing the antics of his two best friends.

The drive to the drugstore was silent, but not an awkward silent, more like a reflexing silence. The more you tried to stay calm and shrug off all the "what ifs" in your head, the more the anxiety took hold of you. For JJ, you were going to take the pill and everything would work out, but you know it's not like that, these emergency methods don't always work, and if it doesn't work this time, you have no idea how to deal with a possible pregnancy at 17. What your friends will think when you come clean and tell them about your escapades and that they resulted in your pregnancy? How would you explain this to your parents? How would they react? How JJ's father would react? All this thoughts were zoning out in your brain when a gentle touch stopped you from freaking out. You moved your gaze from the window to JJ's hand rubbing your tight, and then you looked at his face to see a reassuring smile, like saying "it's going to be ok" but without words. You smiled back, feeling the anxious feeling leave your body and mind. It didn't take long for you guys to be parking the van a few meters from the drugstore.

You were about to enter the store when something clicked on your mind "Wait!" you said grabbing JJ's arm, making him stumble on his feet.

"What's wrong?" he frowned staring at you.

"JJ we live on an island. What if someone sees me buying next morning pills? I don't want the whole obx gossiping about me and my sexual slides" you said crossing your arms and looking away from him.

"Okay, I'll do it then" he said and you immediately stared at him, surprised and trying to figure out if he was being serious, just when you were about to complain, he gently squeezed your shoulders "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And just like that you were left alone in front the small store, you looked around, thankfully the street was pretty empty, so you decided to sit down on the curb and wait for him to come back. Which was faster than you expected. As soon as you heard the bell, you got up and waited for him to give you the box that he had in his hands.

"These are just bubble gums" he shrugged rolling his eyes.

"Bubble gums? What the hell JJ?" you laughed in disbelief.

"She said she couldn't sell it for me because I don't have a fucking vagina" JJ protested trying to not be so loud.

You sighed licking your lips. But is better to deal with buying the pill in person, to deal with having a baby. You opened your purse, looking for your sunglasses and when you found them you tapped JJ's shoulder "stay at the door, you'll be my look out"

"At your disposal, boss" he said holding the door while you two entered the store, you put on your glasses trying to disguise a little smirk in your lips.

You slowly walked between the hallways, pretending to be some random costumer, not that you weren't, you just don't want to seem so desperate. When you finally reached the cash counter, you looked over your shoulder to see JJ nodding and giving you tumbs up.

"Hey, can I have a next morning pill?" you mumbled twitching your nose.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you" the woman on the cashier said.

"A next morning pill, please" this time you were clearer, masking the awkwardness with an even more awkward smirk.

"When did you last have sex?" the cashier asked.

"Last night" you stated, isn't it obvious? you thought to yourself.

"Did you use contraception?" the question made you stomach turn. Why did you have to be so irresponsible? Stupid deal.

"No" your whisper could barely be heard by you, let alone the woman behind the counter.

"Miss, did you use contraception?" she repeated the question after your lack of response.

"No, we didn't" your eyes widened when you heard JJ's voice coming from a few meters away.

Both you and the cashier stared at him, who immediately regretted the previous words "Sorry, I'm just the look out" he scratched the back of his neck.

Returning the attention just between you and the mild-age woman, she made a few more questions and after finishing to fill up your form, she finally gave you the little box with all the prescriptions to take the pill. You also asked for two Pepsi cans for you and JJ, you were about to pay the woman when you felt an around your waist.

"What do you think you're doing, lady?" JJ asked taking your wallet from your hands.

"Well, if you please give my wallet back, I was going to pay for those things" you stared at him trying to reach his other hand behind his back.

"No way, I'll pay for it" he returned the wallet for you and grabbed his own one on his pocket.

"J, you don't have to, it takes two to tango remember?" you protested biting your inner lip and giving him non-intentional puppy eyes.

"Then we should at least split it" he definitely has a point now.

"Okay, fine, you win" you rolled your eyes giving up and earning a grin from your best friend.

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After you and JJ have paid for the pill and your sodas, he said he wanted to go somewhere else, so he drove the twinkie to the old forts on Battery Jasper, some kind of cliff or mountain where we could almost see the entire Outer Banks. You guys sat on some old big rocks and while you struggled against the wind to try to read the pill bull, JJ decided to break the silence.

"Do you think we should break the deal?" he hesitantly asked.

"You mean the 'condom free' deal or all the friends with benefits deal?" you chuckled looking at the paper in your hands.

"Do you want to stop what we've been doing? 'Cause if you do I'm not stopping you, it's just- I really enjoy spending time with you and..." he started rumbling but you soon interupted him.

"Hey! chill out blondie!" you giggled cupping his face with your right hand "We don't need to stop it, even because I like messing around with you too, a lot. We just need to be more careful" you explained.

"Okay..." he relaxed with your touch and you two shared a smile and stared at each other for a few seconds.

You cleared your throat when you remembered that you were the one hurrying him up and now you almost forgot that you have a pill to take asap. You opened your Pepsi and medicine, putting the pill on your tongue and taking a sip of the drink to help you swallow. JJ watched you and while you were drinking again you heard little laughter coming from him.

"What?" you gave him a suspicious look.

"Nothing" he giggled making you narrow your eyes at him "I just imagined us being arrested for killing a poor little baby"

"So would you prefer waking up at 3am to changing diapers?" you laughed arching you eyebrows.

"Ew, no" you both erupted in laughter, you love the way you and JJ never feel awkward, not even in scary moments like these.

When you recovered from your crisis of laughter, you took a deep breath and felt a grip on your tight, you looked up to see JJ staring at the horizon, and you could say that he was thinking about something.

"You know, I would like to have a baby with you" he said with a shy grin.

"Oh come on J, give it a rest" you shook your head chuckling and taking another sip of your drink.

"No, I meant it! Of course not right now, but if we reach our thirties without meeting our perfect pairs, we could marry each other and just maybe have a little bit of kids" he said nonchantly.

"A little bit of kids?" you smiled and stared at him, trying to figure if he was being serious or not "I can't believe you're real Maybank" you giggled.

"What? Have you never heard that people are happier when they marry their best friends?" he suggested.

"Maybe" you shrugged looking away.

"So what? Do we have a deal?" he bit his lip quirking his eyebrows in your direction.

"I'm not making anymore deals with you, blondie" you said, immediately seeing his happy face fall to a sad one "But maybe, just maybe, I liked your idea" you smirked turning your face to look at him.

"I knew it!" he cheered with a kiss on your cheek and clicking your cans he said "To our future possible marriage"

"Cheers" you gave a little laugh, which was interrupted by your phone ringing.

As soon as you unlocked your screens, you were surprised with dozens of notifications on your twitter, and also 2 messages from John B, you opened them first.

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: so is that the "important things" you guys had to do? am i missing something?

Jombie 🏄‍♂‍: 📷 Photo

When you downloaded the file, you came across a screenshot, it was from Topper's last tweet: a picture taken from outside the drugstore, through the glass wall, you and JJ standing in front of the cash counter, his arm on your waist, and thanks god, only the two Pepsi cans could be seen on the counter. Your eyes widened even more when you read the caption "Looks like Maybank and Y/l/n finally assumed their shit! What would those lovebirds be doing on a drugstore this early in the morning?"

"What happened?" JJ asked seeing how your expression went blank looking at your phone.

"Weren't you supposed to be the look out?" you said turning your phone to him and pointing to the screen blowing with notifications, but still showing the picture on Topper's tweet.

"Shit."

They have some things to explain now, or maybe some good excuses to came up with.

taglist: @blueflame2778 @outerbongs @maybebanks @k-k0129 @dani-c20 @jjsmaybcnk @wicked-laugh @wallflowercal @obx-pouges @alwaysasadaesthetic @marvel-ousnesss

[mack3030]

I hate, and I mean HATE, how nobody is getting pissed off and talking more about THIS.

This creator really took an EA mesh, recolored it with a pattern from an indie company that doesn’t allow people to use their patterns without permission (which I am 97% sure this creator doesn’t have) and then is charging people $20 for it. The creator says the $20 will get you all of their CC so far but what if I only want THIS particular recolor? Why do I have to pay you $20 for useless CC (for me) that I am not going to use. They made it Patreon exclusive, of course, as an extra screw you to EA and other Simmers.

Simmers really need to speak up more because, since EA will do shit about this, we ourselves are allowing these greedy creators to exist and continue like nothing wrong is happening.

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SUBMITTED PORTION FROM @divinexmove

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Now I'm going to be frank here, as I always try to tell it like it is.

First of all, this creator is not the only person who's used RPC prints. Lots of other cc simmers have. So as far as the "sin" of using patterns from a company that may not exactly allow it, they're not the only one guilty of it. However, part of the main reason that this simmer is a bit of a problem is that UNLIKE other simmers who are using these prints in CC, they are specifically trying to profit off it, and off of the brand name.

What do I mean by this?

Here's what I mean:

There's a distinct difference between adapting the prints onto CC furniture for an optional donation vs adapting it for CC furniture and locking it behind a paywall. A donation method speaks to your INTENT, showing that you're not about making money, you're just wanting to share the content with others, and if they chose to donate, that's their choice.

Locking something behind a paywall indicates that your intent is to make money, particularly if you are using that brand name when trying to advertise what's behind that paywall in order to "entice" people to buy.

Now, being real and reasonable, not every company has the funds and resources to go after every person who uses their brand in a way that isn't kosher, plus..going after every tom, dick, and harry that uses your brand's name/image for something can make you out to be a real jerk of a company.

But, if you DID have the resources, I want you to think...who would you be more angry/frustrated with? A creator who likes your product so much, they recreated it for a video game and had optional donations? Or someone who was actively trying to profit off of your brand name by putting content into a game based on your stuff, and was then paywalling it?

Now, I will admit I've used these prints in my own recolors, ironically to try to offer an "alternative" to people who might be tempted to pay 20+ dollars for this person's stuff.

This simmer has not only been using the RPC brand, but restoration hardware, and magnolia as well, which are big "design" names.

What's even more interesting is they're literally using MAXIS meshes, so the whole argument of "oh I meshed this 100% by hand so it's not EAs" that so many paywallers use (which is incorrect, because if you're using the assets of the game, and the game as your PLATFORM for your content, you have to play by EA's rules...same as if you were hosting content on youtube, or here on tumblr) is not remotely valid. So she's literally paywalling RECOLORS of content.

Thankfully some of this person's paywalled recolors are liberated at paysitesmustbedestroyed. But as far as other content of hers goes, either someone will have to pay the fee and liberate it, or...they'll have to recreate it.

I'll include some of my work in progress recolors below, that I hope to release once I've got enough. I'm currently at 8 patterns for this wall bed, and I'd like to get at least 15 swatches total before I release it. But when I do, it'll be 100% free. Because fuck paying 20 bucks for a recolor.

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Screw // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This wasn't a request BUT I loved it. It's based off of the gif below.

Summary - Matthew gives the screw from his knee to a special girl.

Word Count - 1.5k

Y/n had been in a loving relationship with Matthew for quite some time, 3 years, 9 months and 16 days to be exact. She was 100% sure that he was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The biggest thing in their relationship was Halloween, of course.

She had weathered more than 3 Halloweens with the man. Before they were together, they bought eachothers costumes. She got him a sexy nurse costume, and Matthew was not one to back down from a dare. So he wore it to the Halloween party and proudly told everyone that she had gotten it for him.

He had been nice and bought her a cloak from Harry Potter, it was even a cloak from your Hogwarts House. She was so grateful, and felt just a little *guilty*. A few months later they were together, just as everyone suspected they would be.

Their next Halloween they went with a little classic, PB&J. They stayed by eachothers sides the entire night to keep the costume true to itself. *Totally not because they couldn't get enough of eachother.*

The next year they were Scooby Doo characters. But they weren't what you would have expected. Not Fred and Daphne, no no.

They were Shaggy and Scooby.

Matthew had happily bounced around they party in his big Scooby costume, shouting every once in a while "Scooby Dooby Do!" To anyone who asked who he was. Y/n ventured around the house in a short dirty blonde wig, a Tie-Dye shirt, cargo shorts, and a comically large bong. Everyone quite enjoyed their weird sense of humor and obvious disregard for what people thought.

Last year they went as something only they would understand.

Matthew went as Edgar Allen Poe. He wore a white collared button up with a black scarf. Paired with black pants and a black suit jacket over it all. Y/n had used temporary hair dye to color his hair black, and they purchased a fake mustache to pull it all together. He then wanted her to go as Annabelle Lee.

*"You know that there is no description of Anabelle in his writing, right?" She argued.*

*"Yes, but he loved her so much. He loved her as she was and it was so strong that you don't even need to know how she looked." He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "Just go in something flowy maybe, but go as you are. That's how I love you, that's why I love you." He said the words so nonchalantly, but they struck her in the heart like the sharpest of cupids arrows.*

*"Where do you come up with this beautifully poetic stuff?" She giggled, feeling more giddy and drunk in love than she had in quite a while.*

*"I'm Edgar Allen Poe, duh."*

So they went like that. They had to explain to so many people how their costume worked, and all of them found it *disgustingly* beautiful. It seemed that they were straight out of a book how perfect they were.

But this year they went back to their usual shenanigans. Matthew wanted to be something cheesy this year. He let her come up with 10 cheesy costumes, and he would make the final decision. She had been so excited about all of the costumes. After creating a list over the course of 2 days, she happily brought it to their living room and set the list on front of him.

1. Fred and Wilma Flintstone

2. Jim and Pam from The Office

3. Olive Oyl and Popeye

4. Oreo cookies

5. Sailor and Mermaid

6. Zombie Bride and Groom

7. Cookie and Milk

8. Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin

9. Magician and Rabbit

10. Barbie and Ken

He took one look at the list and knew exactly which one he wanted.

"I think we should do Zombie Bride and Groom." His answer came so quickly that it startled y/n a bit. But a smile was quickly plastered onto her face.

"Perfect! We can go get the costumes tomorrow and work on them." She picked up the list and circled the decision in red pen, a child like excitement shone in her eyes.

-

The latest Halloween party had come quicker than expected, and the couple was grateful for it. Matthew had been both extremely excited and nervous for this night. Y/n had practically been bouncing off the walls since they woke up that morning.

She woke up early to make Matthew breakfast in bed. She had looked up a tutorial online to make skull pancakes with yolks in the eyes. After she finished them they looked pretty pitiful, but Matthew looked at them like it was a painting by Vincent Van Gogh.

"Did you make these?" He sat up in the bed groggily, smelling syrup and warm pancakes.

"Yeah, they don't look that great." A nervous giggle erupted from her throat.

"I love them!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug on the bed. "Happy Halloween baby."

When 7 o'clock finally rolled around, y/n was standing in the bathroom, facing her full size mirror. She smoothed her hands down the white dress. It was only a 30 dollar dress, but she felt a little bad still that they tore it up for the sake of the costume. It was torn in multiple places, along with blood splatters here and there. Matthew had bloodied up his hand and put a few hand prints on it. Regardless, she thought it was cozy and warm to be in a wedding dress, even for Halloween. Blood was painted around her mouth and black eyeshadow around her eyes to make then seem sunken in. She had done something similar for her boyfriend. After admiring the wonderful Halloween work, she headed out to the living room.

Matthew had sat there on the couch the whole time she was in the bathroom. He was fiddling with a small box that he intended on using tonight. His foot tapped almost silently on the carpeted floor. The box was skillfully slipped into his back pocket as he heard the door to the bathroom click open.

"Ready?" She nodded her head violently as she grabbed his hand and lead him through the door.

-

The party was like any other. It was being held at AJ Cooks house as a final official get together for the cast and friends. Everyone whooped as y/n and Matthew entered her house.

"Going with another cool couples costume this year I see." AJ wore and FBI vest from the set. Y/n pulled at the strap of it a bit.

"I see *someone* stole a prop from set." She shrugged with a smile.

"Come on, it's my favorite thing to wear, and what better time to wear it." She giggled.

"I love it!"

"Well, enjoy the party you two." She gestured between us.

"We always do." Then they were off into the party.

They had each drank copious amounts of punch that had a floating head in it and eaten many 'bloody' pigs in a blanket, Matthew was running out of time, he thought. He brought her out to the backyard where there was a minimal amount of people.

"Aren't the stars pretty tonight?" She pointed to the sky as she leaned on his chest. He stared down at her messy figure, covered in blood but still looking more perfect to him than ever.

"Yes they are." She peered up to see him staring.

"You're so cheesy." Seeing her smile like that, he decided this was the right time. He unraveled her from his arms, pointing behind them.

"Hey, I think someone is calling for you over there." She whipped her head around to see that no one was standing there.

"Are you delusional?" She questioned with a chuckle. He was already down on one knee with the box. Once she span around her eyes immediately turned to the ground, happy tears already brimming. She looked closer at the object he was holding and let out a quiet sob.

"Is that," she sniffled, "Is that the screw from your knee." She laughed a bit into the statement, leaning down to examine it.

"Maybe?" His head tilted with the biggest smile she had ever seen on the man.

"Oh my gosh I love it so much." She grabbed it from his hands and pulled him to his feet. The small screw sat in the palm of her hand, rolling around a bit.

"I said I was going to give it to a special girl some day." Her face lit up at the statement. "I totally forgot to ask if you would marry me." He remarked with a dumbfounded look.

"Is that even a question?" She squealed, placing her arms around his neck. He pulled a second box from his pocket that held a ring and slipped it on her finger. They both stood and hugged for a while, just reveling in eachother presences.

"I hope you know I'm bringing this screw to the wedding, I'm gonna wear it as a necklace." She whispered excitedly.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." He placed a loving kiss on *his* y/n's head.

The feeling was mutual that they couldn't *wait* to spend the rest of their lives with eachother.

[bunnyywritings]

I'm soft I cant handle angst>∆< Could we have a different route where young pro hero reader accepts shinsou's confession? My heart weeps

misunderstood and unheard [alternate ending]

hitoshi shinso x fem!reader

[a/n: here’s the fluffy ending to【this ask】 thank you for requesting anon! I hope your heart is okay 🥺️ -yours truly, bunny -`ღ´-]

To say he was shocked is a bit of an understatement. He never thought that his work-study application to your agency would be accepted.

You were someone he looked up to, someone he admired. You were a young hero, no more than a couple years older than him and you were already in the Top 5 and had your own agency. You were known because of your quirk. It was very powerful but also seen as villainous. You had a history of never accepting any students for the work-study program, only accepting office interns. So imagine the disbelief on his face when Aizawa had given him the letter. He took it to his room and got comfortable. With fluttering fingers, he shakily ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside. He took a deep breath before carefully unfolding the paper. It was handwritten. You had taken the time to personally hand write him a letter.

‘Dear Hitoshi, I usually don’t take on any students for the work-study program, so I was a little surprised to see your application in my inbox. I decided to take the chance and look it over. Once I saw that you’re currently enrolled at UA, I requested to see footage from your practice matches and the sports festival. You show a lot of promise to become a top hero one day, you’re very talented. As you probably know, I have experience with a quirk like yours and seeing as there’s a lot of very unkind people and unwilling heroes, I would like to inform you that I will gladly accept your application for a work-study. I’m very excited to meet you and help you develop the kind of experience you need to grow as a young hero. I hope you’re ready, your first day starts this Friday at 7am. You’ve already been cleared from class if you decide you want to accept.’

You...you accepted his application...

He hugged his pillow to his chest and buried is red face into it. His heart was racing and adrenaline pumping. He had never been happier in his life. He 100% framed the letter and put it on his wall.

He woke up extra early on the morning of, he just couldn’t contain himself. He had decided to forgo the school uniform and dress in casual clothes, carrying his hero costume in the metal briefcase given by the school. It had definitely improved since his first year, it was simple but it worked. His heartbeat became more erratic as his legs carried him all the way to your agency building. All he could do was stand there, in absolute awe.

“Looks like we were both excited and got here early.” He jumped at the sudden voice beside him, eyes widening as his eyes landed on you. You were dressed in civilian clothes and it took everything in him to not drool. You definitely had style. He blushed when you tilted your head in a confused manner, realizing that he hadn’t responded.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I just c-couldn’t wait s-so...yeah.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well then, come on in.” You giggled as you unlocked the door and held it open for him, he nervously walked. You followed behind him as he looked around in awe. You never really thought that your agency was anything special but he was looking around like he was in disneyland. People had described your office as very homey. There was an exposed brick interior, all the furniture was vintage looking, a turntable in the corner with a shelf of various different vinyl discs beside it. He felt like he was in his dream bedroom.

“Alright then, Hitoshi.” He turned to you, cheeks still pink. “Time to suit up.” The wink you gave him made his face burn. It was going to be a long day.

Going on patrol with you just made his adoration and pride for you grow. You had posed for pictures, did countless autographs, and even went out of your way to make a tik tok or two with some kids. There was no wonder why your social ranking was so high. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. There was some guy trying to rob a convenience store while the both of you made your way back to the agency.

“Why don’t you take this one Hitoshi-kun.” You patted his shoulder encouragingly.

“Are you sure?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I fully believe in you.” Your smile is what filled him with courage.

He calmly approached the robber, “Sir are you sure you want to be doing that?”

“Of course! Now leave me alone you wannabe hero!” The second that shout left the man’s mouth, he froze. Eyes going blank.

You watched with your arms crossed, a small smile on your lips.

“Now why don’t you drop the weapon and put your arms around your back.” The man moved stiffly as he did what he was told. Shinso turned to you, eyes asking what he should do next. You unhooked a pair of handcuffs from your belt and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease and slapped them onto the man’s wrist.

After handing the robber off to the proper authorities, you both made your way to your agency. Ordering some lunch and eating it in your office.

“It must’ve been difficult for you.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Growing up with a quirk like that.” After your clarification, he nodded somberly. Unpleasant memories resurfacing.

“All my life, I had been told my quirk was villainous. People were scared that I would take advantage of them, no one would talk to me...and sure things are a little different now but I still feel like no one truly gets it.” He didn’t know why he was being so honest but he felt like he could be honest with you.

“I truly understand how you feel. My own parents disowned me, they were disgusted by my quirk. My classmates were always terrified of me. They’d tell me that, even if I ever got to be a hero that I’d give the person I’m trying to save a heart attack. Even now as a pro, I get slandered in the press or while on patrols. I get called a demon, heroes like Endeavor are trying to kick me from the hero association.” His eyes widened as he listened to you talk, he could hear the tinge of pain in your voice.“Trying to navigate life alone is hard, I’ve been alone all of my life. When I saw you in the sports festival, the way people reacted to your quirk, I felt for you. I know what it feels like so I thought I’d-” Before you finished, a siren went off in your office.

“Well, looks like lunch time is over.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “Let’s go.“

After helping fend off a villain and having you throw yourself in front of him to protect him, the two of you made your way back.

“Uhm there’s a locker room down the hall. You can shower before heading back to your dorm.” You smiled but he could see you were tired. Right before you guys could leave, Endeavor had some interesting choice words for you and him. You were quick to defend him from the current number 1 hero instead of defending yourself. He felt bad. It was only his first day and you had to protect him from a villain and defend him from the sharp tongue of Endeavor. He nodded and grabbed his bag, making his way to the locker room.

“What do you want Enji? Didn’t you already get enough earlier?”

“Don’t run your mouth brat. I’m here to drop off paperwork for the damage you caused.” The stack of papers he tossed thumped against your desk and you got up and crossed your arms, scoffing.

“The damage I caused? I think you’re confused Enji because last time I checked, my quirk didn’t cause someone’s house to catch fire.” You went to reach for the stack of paper but he caught your wrist in a vice grip and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t think that you’ll ever get to the top (y/n), I’ll always be there to kick you down.”

You chuckled, although it came off as more of a grimace. “That’s not very plus ultra of you Enji...you forget. Not everyone’s goal is to get to the top to try and revive any broken ego we have. Some of us are here to actually help people.” That didn’t please him as he shoved you away.

“I’ll be seeing you around (y/n).” He threatened. Shinso frowned as he watched Endeavor stomp out of the building, turning to you and seeing you rub our red wrist.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, he just dropped off some paper work.” He approached you and softly took you wrist in his hand, thumb gently running over the slight hand print he left behind.

“Did he-?”

“It’s okay Toshi-kun, it’s nothing.” The smile on your lips was convincing enough for him to drop the topic. “Now, why don’t you head back and get some rest. I’ve got some paper work to do.”

“I can help you with that.”

“Oh no, Toshi you should really go and get some rest.” You shook your head.

“Please, let me help you out. If I’m gonna be a hero, I should learn how to properly do paperwork, right?” He smiled, trying to convince you.

“Okay fine. Go put on a record and I’ll order us some more food.”

Over the next couple of hours, the two of you ate, did paperwork, danced around to whatever record was playing and just goofed around. After a bit, he had fallen asleep while resting his head on the desk.

“I told you to go home and rest.” You whispered, shaking your head. Picking up your phone, you sandwiched it against your cheek and shoulder as you placed your jacket over his shoulder.

“Hey Aizawa, your kid fell asleep while doing paperwork...yeah, I know...well I don’t mind keeping him here. I wasn’t really planning on heading home anyways...of course...thanks Shota.” After you hung up, you pushed Shinso’s hair back. “Sweet dreams Toshi.” You placed a soft kiss against his forehead. He tried hard to fend off the smile threatening to stretch his lips.

After that, the work-study lasted for 3 more months.

“Let’s go out.”

“H-Huh?” He stuttered, looking up from the paper work the both of you were doing.

“To commemorate your last day. Let’s go eat, it’s almost time to clock out anyways.“ He agreed and the both of you decided to go get some ramen. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a date. He knew it wasn’t but a boy could dream. As the both of you ate, he reminisced about spending so much time with you.

“I’m gonna miss you Toshi-kun.” Your sudden confession made his heart skip a beat. “I like having you around.” He paused, standing under a sakura tree that the two of you walked under.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as you turned around, standing in front of him.

“I-I need to be h-honest with you (y-y/n).”

“Oh okay, go ahead.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying to ease his worry.

“I think-I think I’m in l-love with you. You make me feel like I’m not alone and the things I experienced are valid. Y-Your smile makes my heart skip a beat and-and I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before...so uh y-yeah.” He did everything in his power to avoid looking in your eyes. He grew disheartened at your silence, taking it as a rejection. That was until he felt your fingertips on his cheek. He looked up, eyes widening at the timid smile on your lips and the blush on your cheeks.

“Took the words right out of my mouth Toshi.” Your soft voice was music to his ears. “I’m a little bit surprised that you uh-well that you like me.” You pulled away from him, he instantly missed your warm touch against his skin. “I didn’t think you’d return the feelings..that you’d think I-I was too old for you.” He was so shocked that he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips.

“S-Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just...how could I no like you? Look at you.” He smirked at how your cheeks deepened a shade of red, the fact that he could make you so flustered fueled his confidence as he approached you, moving until he was inches from your face.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do I make you nervous, (y/n)?” His deep voice sent chills down your spine

“D-Don’t do that Toshi-kun...you’re gonna make my heart burst.” You placed your hands against his chest, softly pushing him away. He quickly held your wrists in place so you couldn’t move.

“Can I kiss you (y/n)?” You bit your lip, silently nodding. He released your wrist and moved to cup your cheek in his soft yet slightly calloused hand. His thumb moving to tug your lip from in between your teeth, caressing it softly. “You’re so beautiful.” This caused your cheeks to heat up once more.

“S-hut up...are you gonna kiss me or-mph!” He cut you off mid shout, the feeling of his lips against yours made the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. He couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as he finally felt you reciprocate.

Both of you moved your heads to deepen the kiss but ended up bumping noses instead. Both of you jumping away from each other, breathless giggles leaving your lips.

“Come on, we should get going.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

He was so gonna brag about this to Denki.

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I enjoyed the whole game, but the moment that made my heart sink was that conversation with the switchboard operator in act IV. It felt like she was talking directly to me, not Shannon. It made me think, and what if all this effort I'm putting in my life is pointless and I'm just part of The Machine?

Oh jeez, yeah. That scene is so resonant to me that I transcribed it for the blog.

It used to be up until two years ago that I worked as a projectionist for a fairly upscale Los Angeles movie theatre chain. After about a year of hard labor scooping, selling, and eventually sweeping up popcorn, I got moved to the projection booth. This was the summer of 2010, and our theatre still showed 95% of its movies through 35mm film projection. I was so proud to be a projectionist. It was a tactile job with a century of incredible history. A final human touch between the director’s vision and the audience’s eyes. I’ll admit to getting fairly emotional when Terrence Malick shipped a letter with every single print of “Tree of Life” calling my profession “the last remaining artisans of movie exhibition.”

About two years after I started as a projectionist, my theatre announced that they would soon switch from 35mm film to 2k digital projection. This was quickly becoming the industry standard, and for good reason. The digital “prints”, really just a terrabyte hard drive with an encrypted movie file on them, were cheaper and easier to produce, ship, track, and control than film prints. The actual on-screen image wasn’t as good, but a digital print would never scratch or tear. A few of my coworkers jumped ship when we made the change. We went from a team of about a dozen to ten.

The first few months of digital projection were disastrous. None of us had been properly trained, which was made things even harder when the new digital projectors and servers were constantly faulting and failing. Sound and light cues didn’t hit correctly until we trained ourselves to work around the system’s failings. The company never listened when we said things weren’t working - they knew that the early days of digital projection would be difficult, and they weren’t the ones who had to take the blame for that difficulty so what did they care?

The writing had been on the wall for a while by the time the company announced that they’d be moving from manual digital projection to full digital automation. Nobody in the projection booth at all, just a single central server updated weekly on-site, that would run sixteen separate screens. We’d be losing our position as projectionists, so we’d be booted back down to ripping tickets and selling concessions.

If you’ve ever tried to sync more than one laptop to a single printer, you know that computers aren’t exactly 100 percent when it comes to networking. It took the company four more years from the announcement of automated digital to the day they first implemented it. It took another year after that for them to try their first full day of automated projection. Again, nothing worked. The projectionists who used to cue lights and sound and push buttons and lower faders were now tasked to stand next to the servers as each movie started - just to make sure things went smoothly. They never did, of course. We had to manually cue lights and sounds, just like always. But our bosses could use that as an excuse to devalue our labor. “All you do up there is push buttons.” “Anyone could do what you do.” “We never see you actually working.” Our team dwindled from about ten people at any given time to between six and seven. I guess one thing I can’t complain about was a lack of shifts.

Poppy: You know… there’s something that bothers me about the process, besides the fact that I’m training my replacement, who isn’t even human… Here’s what I mean: how long do you think it should take to time my every move and recreate that timing in an automated switchboard? Rough estimate.

Shannon: A couple days?

Poppy: That’s what I said, but this has been going on for over a year! And a very dark thought has started to nag at me… What if there is no cheap machine that’s going to replace me? What if it’s cheaper just to keep me here, filling in for the rhythm of the operators… What if I’m the cheap machine?

This exchange brought about a profound sadness in me. I felt like I was at my own funeral. What the hell was I doing standing around for $12.75 an hour babysitting the robot that would replace me? Three months later, I quit with no notice. I walked into my boss’ office and told him I had a new job. After eight years I left, without even saying goodbye to anyone. Coincidentally, fifteen minutes later another projectionist quit on the spot, and that same night still another put in her notice. I’d like to say I started a labor revolt, but everyone had just been planning to quit and nobody told anyone else.

Shannon: Why don’t you just quit?

Poppy: In this economy? No, you’re probably right. Working in silence for peanut shells, waiting to be replaced by a robot… It doesn’t sound very dignified, does it? The reality is that I’ve been working here my whole adult life. I came here as a girl, and I’ll leave as a middle-aged woman… I don’t know if I’m ready to be her yet.