#so i try a different pair of headphones. same problem.

[natjennie]

im about to go joker mode

[scarletlizzard]

Hummingbird

Pairing: wanda x reader (I don't think I used any pronouns in this? I could be wrong)

Tags: angst, fluff, alcohol (R has a bit of a drinking problem), R has powers

A/N: Hi anon 😊 Please forgive me for taking so long. I wrote this about 10 different ways before I could finally settle on one! I hope this is good enough and thank you thank you so much for the request 🩷🩷

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As you sit in the pew in the middle of friends and other familiar faces, you smell the flowers that litter the alter, and listen to the quiet chatter as you feel a body sit next to you.

"Maximoff is getting married, huh?" Bucky asks, you remove your eyes from Wanda, who was standing at the alter, to your best friend.

"I guess so... finally," you say with a chuckle, looking down at your hands. You pick at the skin of your nails anxiously and think back to one of the first days you met the Maximoffs.

***

"Would you stop being so anti-social?" Natasha insists as she leans in the doorframe of your room. You remove your headphones with a pout on your face.

"I'm not being anti social, I'm just... here," you shrug and stand from your bed. She laughs and shakes her head, stepping inside.

"Ten minutes, or I'm dragging you down. If I have to be there, so do you," Natasha hits your shoulder playfully and rolls her eyes as you fake being hurt.

"Ten minutes!" She commands before heading back to the party.

With a sigh, you do as she says, changing into a dark pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. If you absolutely had to go, you would at least be comfortable. So ten minutes went by, and you found yourself, as always, at the bar in the large room filled with people. You recognized most of the people, the same ones who always show up to Tonys parties. As you sip your second drink though, the sight of the twins walking by catch your eyes.

You make eye contact with Wanda Maximoff, the witch who almost drove you to commit heinous crimes the day she put herself in your mind. She gives you a soft smile, and you have to look away because you want to hate her.

You don't want to feel a warmth spread in your chest as she looks at you with those gorgeous green eyes surrounded with dark makeup and those silver rings on her slender fingers and her long, smooth legs in that skirt and that beautiful smile and - fuck it.

"Maximoff," you say, suprising her and yourself as you had walked up to her with a drink still in hand. "How are you enjoying the life of an Avenger so far?" You ask and raise an eyebrow.

"Y/N!" She says with a small blush on her cheeks.

In the short time Wanda had been here, you were the person she wanted to get to know the most... you were also the one person who wouldn't give her a second look, at least not that she knew of. She couldn't believe you were standing here.

"I um, it's very different from what I'm used to," she says and smiles again. You might fall out right there if she does it again with the way your knees weaken.

"I bet it is," you sigh and take a sip of your drink. The two of you stand in silence for a moment. "It's kind of... distracting in here. Wanna go someplace and talk?" You ask. She looks up at you and nods.

You down the rest of your drink and sneak behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whatever you could reach, which turned out to be tequila. Wanda giggled as you shrugged while reading the label on the bottle and hid it under your arm, telling her to follow you. You led her down a few hallways and up to a balcony, being far enough away that you could only hear a little bit of the muffled music.

"The stars are so bright tonight," you say as you sit on the edge, letting your feet dangle off of the side. Wanda follows suit and sits next to you, flattening her skirt. You take a sip from the bottle without a flinch, watching as she looks up at the sky.

"My brother and I used to try to count them when we were little," she laughs and takes the bottle as you hand it to her, sticking her tongue out and shivering after she takes a big sip.

"You would've been counting forever," you chuckle and feel your skin ignite as her shoulder touches yours.

"Thought we had forever," she says and looks to you. "Then on Sokovia when he got shot I-I thought he was gone." You furrow your brows, taking in her now saddened features.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. But hey, he's here, making shitty jokes and flirting with some girl from Shield," you try to joke, feeling that same warmth from earlier when a giggle leaves her lips.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize. I-" You interrupt her by holding up a hand, taking a big gulp from the bottle.

"Here's the thing. We've all done bad things, every single one of us," you nod in the direction of the party. "Including me... which you know obviously," you mumble and look away from her, thinking back to the feeling of her inside your head. "You do good, try to wipe it clean, you know? It's all we can do. Now what I'd really like is to finish the bottle and know all about you," you say with a smile and look to her again.

"You already know about me?" Wanda says and lifts her eyebrow as she takes another swig from the bottle. You shake your head.

"No, no. I want to know what makes you tick. Your favorite movies, shows, songs, your favorite thing to do on a rainy day. Why you wear so many rings," you laugh and point to the rings that adorn her fingers. She grins, and there goes that feeling again.

The two of you spend the entire night on that balcony, finishing the bottle and swapping stories about all your favorite things. There wasn't a cell in your body that could ever hate Wanda Maximoff.

Towards the end of the night, now early in the morning, in fit of laughter you lean too far over the balcony. Wanda gasps in fear as you fall forward.

"Y/N!" She gasps loudly, and you look to her scared reaction in suprise, looking around the two of you as if something had happened you were unaware of.

"What? What is it?" You ask as you stand still in the air, floating in front of her.

The hand that covered her mouth moved and revealed a drunken laugh that escaped her lips. She leans forward and punches your arm.

"I didn't know you could fly! I thought I'd have to jump off, and oh god," Wanda shakes her head and rubs her eyes. You give her a cheeky smile and continue to stand there mid-air effortlessly.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you shrug drunkenly and put your hands in your pockets.

"Oh yeah, like what, hummingbird ?" Wanda jokes, giving you the nickname before she watches you step through the air was if you were walking.

You stood directly in front of her now, face almost where hers was. "I happen to be a fantastic kisser," you say with a chuckle, your heart enjoying the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

"Is that so?" She questions, her tongue wetting her lips. You nod and lean in.

"I mean, you're more than welcome to prove me wrong..." You whisper, lips hovering over hers. When you look in her green eyes for any signal to stop or uneasiness, you find none. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breath hitches as you lean in and connect your lips.

Wandas hands move to wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling with the strands behind you while yours moved to her hips. It's a soft kiss at first with shy lips, but soon turns into a sloppy drunken kiss with not so shy tongue. She can taste the tequila on your tongue, with a hint of lime from your drink earlier. Wanda sighs into the kiss as the wind blows her hair and squints her closed eyes tighter as a bright light suddenly shines between the two of you.

You frown as you feel her lips disconnect from yours, and when you open your eyes, you see her emerald eyes widen, a golden tint highlighting her features in the darkness.

"Uh, Y/N? Do you usually um... glow?" Wanda asks, and it's your turn to blush. In the kiss, you had gotten lost in Wanda. The way her soft lips tasted against yours, the way her fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. You had forgotten to control yourself.

You realized you were holding onto Wanda, now high above the balcony, while a golden white light radiates off of you.

"Oh god, I-I'm sorry," you laugh and take her back down, landing gently back onto the balcony while no longer glowing. Wanda shook her head, nothing but amazed with you.

"No, that was.. that was perfect," she whispers and reaches up to cup your cheek. In your drunken state (you didn't know from what more the tequila or Wandas lips), she kisses you again, and you can't help the light that shines off of you.

After that night on the balcony, the two of you grew closer over time. You'd stay up late doing anything and everything to make her laugh. Wanda would sneak in your room and kiss you randomly in the middle of the night just to see if you'd let your guard down and shine for her. You always did.

"So what's going on with you and Maximoff?" Bucky asked one day during a training session. You punch the pad he was holding up and shrug.

"What do you mean?" You ask back casually and try to ignore the heat that rises on your cheeks.

"Right, right. So that wasn't you leaving her room this morning," he laughs and shakes his head, groaning as you punch the pad hard near his stomach while he is distracted.

You look over through the glass wall and see Wanda talking to Vision again. "I don't know, Buck. I really like her," you sigh and watch as she laughs. You turn back to your best friend.

"Then you need to tell her, before someone else does," he nods to the direction of Wanda and Vision, knowing what he meant.

You weren't the only one growing closer to Wanda, vying for her undivided attention. Vision had been there too, and it seemed like the pair were talking more and more. Though as far as you knew, she was only kissing you, and the smile on her face wasn't the same grin she always gave you. You had nothing to worry about. She would always pick you... at least that's what you thought.

The time came when you finally wanted to tell Wanda about your feelings, that you wanted more than stolen kisses in the moonlight. You approach her room, mumbling the words you had been practicing all night.

"It's fine, you're fine," you tell yourself. "Tell her how you feel, ask her on a date. She'll say, 'Of course, hummingbird'... you're fine," you continue to convince yourself.

You take a deep breath and see the door to her room cracked open. With a shaky hand, you go to knock, but pause when you hear two voices speaking. Curiosity getting the best of you, you lean closer to listen.

"Wanda... I know you feel it, too. We're connected somehow, in here," Vision says in a soft voice.

"I feel it too, all the time," she replies, and you can hear the smile on her face.

"So we can give this a try then? Us?" He asks her. Wanda is silent for a moment, and you feel your stomach rise into your throat, your heart beating out of your chest. She wouldn't. There was no way.

Don't say yes.

"Yes. I would love to," she says.

"And what about Y/N?" He asks her, tone clearly annoyed.

"We were just... having fun," she sighs, and you feel your heart break. You don't stay a second longer.

Wandas head turns to the door, almost sure in the corner of her eyes she sees a flash of light, but when she gets up to look in the hall, it's empty. You had retreated to the safety of your room and a bottle of whatever your hand touched first.

After that night, you avoid Wanda for as long as you can. Finding excuses to leave the room every time she enters, taking on extra missions with Natasha across seas, extra training sessions with Pietro, and you put in more time at the gym with Bucky. He didn't ask why your punches were almost knocking him down, but when he saw Vision holding Wandas hand, he knew why the gym was suddenly a golden hue.

Another night, another party, another drink.

The room was filled with familiar faces and similar music, another drink in your hand but a frown on your face as you glared at Visions hand on Wandas lower back. Great.

"Guess whose got another date?"

"Hmm, is it someone who can't take a punch?" You ask and sip your drink, turning in your chair to look at Pietro.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," he fake laughs and shakes his head. "You know some of us are lovers, not fighters," he laughs for real this time, and so do you.

"Well, when we're done training, we'll see where you stand. Things are going well with her, huh?" You ask him, nodding to the girl from Shield he had somehow won over with his cheesy jokes.

"Yeah, great, actually..." He turns to smile at her, giving her a small wave before turning back to you. "Hey, I bet she knows some more hot spies. Wanna go on a double date?" Pietro jokes and watches you sigh, eyeing the brunette and the synthazoid.

"Why not? Might as well," you slur your words a little and finish your drink, leaning over the bar to grab a bottle. "See you in the morning?"

"Yeah, see you then," he says and gives you a sad smile.

The campus was quiet now. Everyone had long gone to bed, and you decided what better company than the stars and a now almost empty bottle of vodka. Perks of being super, you could drink as much as you wanted while getting as drunk as you wanted, with no bad mornings after or alcohol poisonings.

You hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and you sigh, knowing it could only be one person.

Wandas body sits next to yours at the edge, shoulder to shoulder, feet dangling high above the ground. You don't say anything, because really, what did you have to say anymore?

"What's going on, Hummingbird? Pretty late for a flight," she tries to joke, eyeing the bottle that was in your hands.

"Nothing wrong with a little fresh air," you shrug and take a large swig from the bottle, subtly moving your shoulder away from hers. Wanda frowns at the feeling.

"You've been avoiding me... Wanna tell me why?" She asks in a soft voice. You let out a loud laugh, to which she furrows her brows in confusion.

"I'm sorry, it's just so fucking obvious isn't it?" You slur and jump off the balcony, pacing in the air in front of Wanda. It's not your actions that make her flinch, seeing you walk in the air was something she was accustomed to by now, it was the tone in your voice. You had never spoken to her like that before.

"Obviously not if I'm asking you," Wanda speaks, continuing her best to keep her tone soft with you. You stop in the air and look at her with red and glassy eyes.

"Obviously not," you repeat and watch as she gives you a sad look. Her fingers twirl the rings on her fingers anxiously.

"Y/N..."

"It wasn't just fun to me, Wanda," you interrupted her, watching her lips part in suprise. "It wasn't just some little crush, I wasn't just some second choice when you weren't getting enough attention from him. I thought we - " You stop yourself and look away from her, running a shaky hand through your hair. "I loved you."

Wanda was happy with Vision. She felt a connection to him that she couldn't understand... But when you spoke those words, she felt her world shatter right there.

"Loved?" She asks.

"Past tense," you mumble and turn your back to her, not wanting her to see the few tears that roll down your cheeks.

"It wasn't just fun I-"

"You said that to him, I heard you. Don't lie to me!" You slur again, this time raising your voice and feeling your body heat up.

"I'm not lying to you! It wasn't just fun for me, it was..." She sighs and wipes her eyes. "Y/N, you mean everything to me. But with him, I don't know how to explain it. I can't explain it..." Wanda lets her tears fall as she watches you shine brighter, hating the fact it wasn't out of joy. Hating the fact that you probably hated her.

"You can't say that I mean that much to you and still be with him." You finish the bottle and toss it casually onto the balcony away from her. It cracks in half against the wall, then shatters on the ground.

"Look, hummingbird... you're drunk. Let's talk about this in the morning when you're coherent. Just come inside with me, please? I know it's selfish, but I-I can't lose you," Wanda looks at your back with pleading eyes, extending her hand out to touch you.

"You already have. The day you chose him," you cry with a sniffle and finally turn to face her, seeing her sad, teary eyes shine in your golden brightness. You don't give her the chance to say anything else. Instead, you fly off, going as far away as possible.

***

"Suprised you came back for this," Bucky says and nudges your shoulder. Your hands nervously run over the creases in your pants.

"Well, I couldn't really miss this, could I?" You sigh and look up again, only this time you see Wanda is already looking at you. Her green eyes were wide with suprise, and you could make out a smile on her lips. You balled your fists up, willing yourself to control your powers and stay calm.

"No, I don't think any of us expected Pietro out of all people to get married before half of us," he laughs quietly. "It's good you're here, Y/N."

Your eyes move to Pietro, who nervously talks to Wanda. Her hands were fixing his bowtie and whispering what you assumed calming words to him. As the music started, she turned him around, eyes moving to you as the crowd stood.

As his bride walked down the aisle, your eyes stayed glued to Wanda. Even after all this time, she was still stunning, taking your breath away as she stood next to her brother. Of course, she was his best man.

Throughout the ceremony, Wanda would look to you occasionally, checking to make sure you hadn't flown away from her again. Each time you made eye contact, you gave her a reassuring smile, letting her know you wouldn't be going away this time.

At the reception, Wanda sat at a table, drinking a glass of champagne and watching her brother slow dance with her newly appointed sister in law. A body suddenly blocks her view, and when she looks up to see your face, her heart stops.

"May I have this dance?" You ask, extending your hand out to her. She blushes, and you're reminded again that you would literally do anything for her.

Wanda sets her glass down and reaches her hand out to take yours, just as soft as she remembered. You led her to the dance floor and rested your hands on her hips, letting her arms rest on your shoulders while her hands were entwined behind your neck.

"I like the red," you utter quietly, eyeing her soft auburn curls. She chuckles as the two of you begin to sway, the tension slightly awkward between the two of you.

"I dyed it a while ago.." Wanda shrugs casually.

"It's been a while since I've seen you," you add. She hums in response, looking into your clear eyes.

"I expected to find you at the bar..." She half jokes.

"I uh, I stopped drinking," you reply with a smile, to which she gives you a proud smile back and nods.

"That's fantastic, hummingbird," Wanda whispers and scrunches her nose. Your heart swells at the nickname you hadn't heard in too long.

"Listen, Wanda. I've done a lot of thinking, a lot of trying to better myself, my emotions. I'm sorry I didn't just... talk to you. I'm happy that you're happy," you say with a smile, and she knows you mean what you say by the way it reaches your eyes. "I don't want to miss out on being a part of your life... as long as he treats you well," you say jokingly at the end to ease the heaviness of your words, and you spin her slowly around.

She returns to her previous position with a grin and pulls you closer, taking in your words as you both sway to the song. Wanda had missed this, missed you more than anything else in the world. Being in your arms again, she felt happier than she had in a long time.

"You have nothing to apologize for... I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I should've talked to you too," Wanda says gently. "We aren't together, you know?"

"Oh?" You say, trying to hide the excitement in your stomach, but Wanda can see it in your eyes.

"Yeah," she giggles at your reaction. "Turns out we're connected through the mind stone... but that was about it. He didn't know what made me tick. Didn't care to know my favorite show or what I liked to do or a rainy day." Her tone is playful as she looks up to you, smile still bright on her lips.

"Dick Van Dyke, watching the rain drops race down the window. Even though you pick the losing drop every time," you answer and smile back. She rolls her eyes jokingly at the last part, but Wanda can't deny the way her heart sped in her chest that you still remembered.

"I meant what I said that day... you mean everything to me, Y/N. You still do," her tone is serious, and you nod as you gaze into her eyes.

"I lied to you that day..." You whisper, watching her smile begin to fade. "I've never stopped loving you."

You lean down, face close to hers as your heart beats on your ribs like a butterfly trapped in a cage. Her eyes search yours as if she had been waiting for you to say those words, as if you were going to fly away right there.

"Are you going to glow if I kiss you?" Wanda mumbles the question, her lips ghosting over yours as she speaks.

"Probably..." You answer honestly.

"Good," she smiles and closes her eyes, feeling the warmth on her skin from the light that you radiated as she kisses you. You did your best to hold back, but the way her lips melted into yours and her soft tongue slipping against yours, you didn't stand a chance.

Even after the song had ended and everyone around you jumped to the quick and heavy beat, on the dancefloor, you and Wanda stayed like this. Foreheads together and swaying to your own beat, holding eachother close, neither of you knowing you would be in the same spot a year later for your first dance as a married couple.

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INTERRUPTION

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: Jason tells the new girl, you, to meet him in the drama room, but instead of finding him there, you find yourself interrupting an intense game of D&D. Warnings: none, to my knowledge

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you walked through the halls of school, trying to remember where you were going.

you had only been here for a week, having moved to Hawkins from California due to financial struggles.

your first week had gone well, everyone was nice- or so you thought.

you had made a few friends in class, but not enough to sit with, so you had mostly sat by yourself, eating the mush of food they feed you with your headphones on, ignoring most things around you.

but today, in gym, one of the popular kids, Jason had came up to you and told you to meet him in the drama room at 6.

in most cases, you wouldn't really trust it, but you had been telling yourself to live and socialise a little more.

you didn't have a problem with that in California, but that was probably because you had the same friend group since you were in 3rd grade and had all the friends you would ever need.

but that was over now, you were still in contact in them- but it was different, you were physically alone, and it sucked.

although, you didn't think a boy's company would fix that, but if you became friends with a popular guy like Jason, that would most likely mean you would become friends with all of the popular kids and the rest of your highschool life would be great, no one would dare mess with you.

you weren't sure what Jason wanted, due to the fact that he hadn't told you, but you didn't question it.

and you still don't as you walked the corridor, heading to the drama room.

after school ended, you had gotten home and changed your clothes, you wouldn't say it was for any particular reason, but your school outfit was a bit too.. not suited for the weather

you found the drama room and sighed, thinking for a minute before opening the door confidently.

the room fell silent as you burst through the door.

you looked at all of the confused faces looking over at you, frozen in their movements as you do the same

you open your mouth to speak but feel too nervous as 7 boys stare at you like a deer with headlights.

"uhm-" you squeaked out sheepishly

"how dare you disrupt the cult of vecna" the boy sitting on a throne-like chair at the end of the table said in a offended tone

he stared at you intensely, his hands clasped together as he propped his elbows on the long table, the red-orange hue of the lights shining on his long frizzy hair.

you had recognised them as the so called 'freaks' of Hawkins- although you hadn't heard much, only people calling them freaks as they walked past.

from what you've heard, they are all in some cult they call 'hellfire', and that the guy with the long frizzy hair, Eddie? is their 'leader'

"I- I'm sorry" you mumbled "d-do you know where Jason is?"

the leader's ears perked up at the mention of the jocks name

"Jason?"

you looked over at him, feeling even more nervous under his hard gaze as he looked you up and down skeptically

"y-yeah- Jason Carver?" you replied shyly

"yeah we know who he is!" he snapped "why are you looking for Jason?"

"he told me to meet him..here.. I'm sorry..enjoy your...cult" you mumbled as you turned on your heels before hearing a few protests from a few different voices

-"it's not a cult!" "it's a game" "it's dungeons and dragons"

"no- hold on there princess" the voice stopped you from leaving

when you turned around, he was walking over to you

"you're the new girl, right?" he squinted his eyes as he stood a few feet away from you

you looked down "yeah..."

"and would you say you are friends with Jason?" he tilted his head

you played with the sleeve of your sweater as you thought for a moment

you had only been here a week, so you don't think you could call anybody your friend yet, but if you could- it probably wouldn't be Jason, you'd only talked to him a few times, and now he has told to meet him here, only to find 7 men who have been staring at you weirdly for the past 5 minutes- him, nowhere to be seen.

"no?"

he looked back at the table of boys before smiling

"looks like we've found another lost sheep"

all the boys' faces seemed to drop before frowning

"no but-" "she's a-" "what!?-" "eddie she's-" they all started but didn't seem to want to finish it

"but she's a girl?!" the one with a bigger frame and dark, spikey looking curly hair yells in..fear

"who said girls weren't allowed in the club?" a younger boy with a lot my curls and a hat on replied, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy

"I'm sorry, what's going on, do you know where Jason is?" you spoke softly as the leader turned to you again with a welcoming smile

"Jason isn't coming, Sweetheart.." he tutted

"i think he's rather lose a stupid game of balls and laundry baskets then be caught dead in here" he joked, making all the boys on the table laugh, except for one- with tall boxy hair that sat in the middle of the curly headed and a pale one, all looking fresh out of middle school.

"y-you mean basketball?" you stuttered, looking up him as h straightened his posture, their laughs dying down as you corrected him

"yes, sweetheart, Basketball" he smiled

the room was silent for a moment while you stayed in your thoughts, still playing with the sleeve of your sweater, feeling hot under the lights blaring in the room and the embarrassment creeping into you

"so..." you started "so Jason just told me to meet him here..to t-trick me?"

the boy in front of you gave you a empathetic smile

"it's ok.. he's a jerk"

you looked up at him and nodded your head slowly, understanding the situation

"so.. he didn't want to be my friend" you said, more to yourself then him

"trust me, there's better people out there to be friends with" he sighed

"I'm Eddie" he said, extending his hand for you to shake

you introduced yourself and lightly shook his hand

you looked at the table, noticing all of their sympathetic smiles towards you, making you feel stupid for showing up, making yourself look like a complete fool

you smiled tightly, your lips pursed together "right..well, I'll just go then, have fun with..dungeons and dragons.."

"would you like to join?" Eddie said quickly "i mean you wouldn't be able to play-of you wanted to- but you can watch for now"

you thought for a moment, they seemed nice- some more inviting then others.

they weren't what you pictured for friends- seen as though they were all boys and played some game they called a 'cult' but wasn't actually?

but they didn't seem all that bad- better than Jason apparently.

and you'd rather have a bunch of strange boys be your friends than have no friends at all, even if they were called freaks

besides, watching a game didn't necessarily mean being friends.

but you didn't have anything else to do, if you left now, you'd just go home and do nothing.

so why not watch a game of dungeons and dragons

"sure.." you replied, watching his face light up at your response

Eddie stepped out of the way and extended his arm to the table, introducing all of the boys

the younger ones being MIke, lucas and Dustin and the older ones being Gareth, Jeff and Patrick.

"nice to meet you" you waved sheepishly, smiling as they all said hello

"you can sit next to me" Eddie offered, guiding you to his 'throne', his hand on the small of your back ever so gently as you walked over to where he was when you interrupted the game. he let go for a moment and walked over to a stack of chairs, grabbing you one and putting it down next to his chair.

he smiled warmly as you sat down, looking over at you as he sat beside you

"you came at the perfect timing, we just got to the best part" he smirked

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU !

pairing. teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

content. implied smut 😞 SIONE DA BEST MAN MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ secret relationship, jealous miguel, cutesy moments between miguel & manaia <33 not proofread yall

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She was the epitome of beauty, that's what Miguel loved to think. In everything she did, it was utter perfection in his mind.

To the way she smiled, the way she walked, the way she sat in silence with her earphones blasting her cultural music and letting her mind run wild while jotting everything she knew in her book, whilst everyone else in class had caused chaotic mess with their confusion in every mathematic problem they tried to solve.

He admired her from across the table they both sat on, and his heart was fucking racing. He was close, yet so far away. And no, he wasn't going to slowly move his foot forward to accidentally hit her own, no.

Instead, he called out her name after finally shifting away his thoughts. "So, Manaia," she looks at him with an endearing smile, taking out both of her earphones to give the boy her full attention.

He shuts his mouth instantly. "Uh, never mind, sorry."

Miguel bites his lip nervously when she shakes her head and laughs, "You can talk to me anytime, Miggs. Don't be shy," yet she hides the fact that her face was hot, and if Miguel wouldn't open his mouth in 2 seconds, she was sure she'd run out the room out of nervosity.

He smiles, "I just wanted to say I love your new hair," and he says out of truth.

Manaia's hair that had once been honey brown had been dyed black, with a blonde counterpart underneath. She had found it so stupid, but to him, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"And your lip piercing as well," he compliments with a whisper.

Miguel's heart dances when she hears her giggle.

"I've always had this, Miguel," her ever so soft voice laughs.

To this, Miguel chuckles, "Never had the chance to say how beautiful it looks."

How beautiful you look, his mind thinks.

He smiles at her shy self, hiding a smile with her palm. "That's very sweet of you to say, Miggs." Her hand slides across the table to hold onto his, but backs away

Manaia loved to experiment with her looks. Now there wasn't much you can do with a simple skirt, blouse, and the same mediocre looking jumper.

Miguel was excited everyday to see what was different; whether it be with her hair, new lip combo, or with how she styled her school uniform. She loved putting on jewelry as an addition, either way, she was ethereal without a doubt.

He made notes on which look stayed for a few days, indicating she loved it. And which look only lasted one period before something was changed the next time he saw her during the breaks.

Miguel had to come to accept the fact that people around him also had eyes.

He glared at those whose whispered about how elegant and beautiful his girl looked; nonetheless his mouth stayed shut.

"Smash or pass?"

Of fucking course.

Miguel craned his neck to the side, the table he sat on was isolated but he still heard the whispers of the two boys from across the room.

"Who are you talking about?" one of the two asked, wearing his hat backward as the other had long, yet messy gold hair placed in a tight braid.

"Girl over there," the long haired boy motioned his head over to Manaia who had her back facing anyone that sat behind her. Her headphones had blasted the latest song she had downloaded, seemingly on repeat as she couldn't get over the tune.

Miguel's glare goes unnoticed from everyone else in the room, thankfully.

"Oh, Naia?" his eyes slightly widen, and he doesn't hesitate at all with his answer. "Fucking smash, obviously," the guy with the backwards hat had smirked, dapping up his friend as he chuckles.

Miguel resisted the urge to get up and make his way over to the both of them.

"Reckon she's even good at, you know?" the Rapunzel dupe questioned, trying to get his voice low as possible yet failed miserably.

"Boys? Is there anything you'd like to share?" an authoritative voice rung through the room. The middle-aged woman who stood in front of everyone had raised a brow towards the back of the room, eyes set on a particular pair of boys.

Miguel watches as Manaia pulls down her headset to pay attention in case she were the one who was in trouble, then looking behind herself to see who the elder was talking to.

"No, Miss," the boy with hair that reached his ass crack had snickered, and Miguel's blood began to boil.

But his heart calms when Manaia looks over his way with a gentle smile, as well as a wave. He smiles awkwardly back after being caught staring at her.

Miguel looks back down to his notes pretending to write.

It was semi-normal for couples to find a space where they could talk, kiss, and stuff...

Nonetheless, it was no different for Miguel and Manaia - who had walked around together with aching want to hold hands but managed to find a set of stairs that conveniently led up to the block they both had classes in.

Miguel had sat on an upper step so Manaia could sit a step below him. Settling herself between his legs, she slipped off her headphones and placed them around her neck, her music still playing in the background.

A few kisses on the cheek and forehead were shared, whispers of affection, and the sickly sweet banter - the usual of loving couples.

After awhile, they had fallen into a comfortable silence. Listening to each other breathe in the air they shared, letting each other gain warmth from the touch their bodies shared.

Manaia pulls away from his touch slightly to look up at him. "What are you thinking about?" she smiles.

Miguel is pulled away from his thinking, looking down to the girl he had his arm wrapped around.

"Pardon?"

A giggle erupts from the girl before him, "I said," her hand reaching up to poke his cheek, "What are you thinking about? I hope it's about me," she jokes.

Miguel gulps at the strong eye contact Manaia had held with him. He feels the warmth of her soft palm spread on his cheek, the soft push had made him look directly down at her just as she intended.

"Just us." Miguel whispers quickly.

"Mhm," her other free hand cups his other cheek, her head tilts curiously, "And what about us?"

"I'm just tired-" he drags his words, his eyes then widen when Manaia lets his face free from her soft hold, "Wait- no, no, not of us- I'm not tired of us, I swear I didn't mean that!" He whispers in an assuring tone, cupping her face and giving her forehead as many kisses as he could.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," she whispers in a soft voice.

Miguel sighs, "I'm just tired of us not being able to, you know, be a proper couple and we've been together for like," He counts with his fingers, "Months! We can't hold hands in public, I can't walk you to class, I can't show you off. I can't show anyone that you're my girlfriend, and vice versa," he pours his heart out to his girlfriend in expectant of her understanding.

Manaia nods her head in acknowledgement to her sweet boyfriend's words, she smiles at the trust Miguel had in sharing his feelings with her. "I get you, Miggy. I've felt the same way before, and I know I was the one to say I'd like for us to be private. I'm just scared, to be honest."

Miguel raises a brown, fully intrigued.

"What are you scared of?"

Miguel feels his heart jump when his sweet girl groans angrily, which he finds cute, "What should I not be scared of, Miguel?"

First-name basis? Miguel gasps as he thinks to himself.

Oh never-mind, she was truly upset.

"Miggy, you're-" She groans again with a pout, "You're attractive! you're bulky, you're tall, you're sporty, and you're smart!"

His face flushes at the rush of compliments he's given, "I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Naia," his fingers delicately brush a strand of hair behind her ear, as he noticed it slightly annoyed her.

Manaia huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms. Miguel chuckles, "Please just tell me what it is that's bothering you," he kisses her temple countless times as she doesn't pull away.

"You already know I barely have friends. Besides Sione, Kiuga and David, there's no one else I can talk to. And I don't want girls to try and befriend me just to get close with you," Manaia admits. She fidgets with the golden bracelet with the M initial Miguel had gotten her for their first month anniversary.

"I don't know what I'm saying honestly. I just know that I want you to myself, even if it means to keep us a secret," Manaia averts her gaze from his in a shy manner.

Manaia continues in a lowered voice, "I know how people can be. If people knew we were together, they'd talk about you regardless, especially in front of my face. They- ugh. What's that word, Miggy? They.. uh.." looking around to see something that would help her.

Miguel intervenes, "Naia, what are you-"

"FAWN! Yes, they fawn over you!" Manaia dramatically faints into Miguel's lap. Then peers back up with widened eyes looking straight at her boyfriend in shock.

"What if you find someone better along the way as well?!"

She continues on her rant for countless minutes about the silly what ifs and the "pretty" girls that would snatch him away from her.

Miguel could only admire the girl before him with a wide smile on his face, "I get what you're saying," planting a kiss on her forehead to calm her down. "But I want you to know that being together in this relationship means I'm only for you and it'll stay that way." he emphasizes before cupping his girl's beautiful face.

That was all Manaia needed before getting shy again. Trusting her boyfriend, she reaches up and leaves a loving peck on his lips.

Still in a mood, Manaia raises a brow, "You'll only love me, right?" her eyes sparkling with curiosity. His ears then catch on to the ongoing melody that rung through Manaia's headphones.

she looks just like a dream

the prettiest girl i've ever seen

Miguel chuckles, "If I wasn't going to love you only, I wouldn't have asked the prettiest girl in the world to be mine."

Manaia chuckles as she rolls her eyes, smushing Miguel's cheeks with her hand, "So cheesy."

"But if you're so concerned about people fawning over me," Miguel teases as his girl lightly slaps his chest, holding onto her wrist to keep it there, "I can think of a way to get people to lay off."

M.Ohara_99 has mentioned you in his story !

Manaia is stopped from her endless scrolling on tiktok. Her attention is on the new notification from her boyfriend. Tapping on the notif, she immediately feels a rush of heat spread on her face when she sees her chat with Miguel.

Miguel was a gym fanatic, those who liked to look knew of this. It was bound for him to post at least one photo of his progress. Yet, for him to post a photo, flexing his arms and his uncovered neck that was marked with dark, purple hickeys?

He knew those who prayed and wished for him to be theirs were going to be hurt. But did he care?

Not at all.

Manaia isn't able to fully inspect Miguel's story completely when another mention pops up.

It shows Miguel flexing his muscular back, the long and deep scratches on his back definitely wasn't made to be hidden with the way he solely focused the camera on them.

Before Manaia could bang her head against her pillow happily, she notices the very obvious mention of her username in Miguel's story.

Not even a minute goes by and Manaia gets another message.

mahi_sniffer has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

mahi_sniffer: GUYS I AM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST TO KNOW ABOUT YALL DATING

mahi_sniffer: BUT I SWEAR TO FUCK IF I FIND OUT YOUS HAVE SMASHED ON MY BED WHILE YOUS WERE OVER AT MY HOUSE IM GOING TO FUCKING FREAK

this is so chat, i just wanted to upload this cos why not, i didnt know how else to end this LOL

[meili-sheep]

diluc ships reactions to him stealing/wearing their clothing?

So let me repeat my Diluc body type headcanons.

He's about 5'10 with a very Dorito shape, so broad shoulders, and a tiny waist. So he honestly does need some tailoring as a lot of general-sized clothing is pretty ill-fitting on him.

I think he's also pretty sensitive to clothing. And he has one of those closets that's 90 thousand of the same 3 items. The only way he gets variation is Adelinde. So borrowing isn't really something he does on purpose. But the kicker is. Diluc in the morning is bearly functioning so you know things happen.

I might also include the headcanon of other's body types here too

Albedo

So Albedo is a lot smaller and thinner than Diluc. Much more rectangle-shaped. So Diluc can't wear t a lot of Albedo's things. That doesn't mean Albedo doesn't often put his jacket around Diluc. Or that he even got into sewing to make Diluc things. Like, I swear, this guy sewed just to make Diluc his safety gear.

Albedo does have a habit of drawing Diluc. Especially when Diluc is not paying attention. So what ends up happening. is Albedo will lay his coat on Diluc while he naps. Then ends up drawing it.

He has a whole notebook of sleeping Diluc.

Al Haitham

So this is one of the few who is similarly built to Diluc and is either just as broad or broader than Diluc. So Diluc can actually wear Al Haitham's clothes.

And let's be honest, these are two autistic people. And I bet they have similar issues with clothing. So there is probably quite a bit of mutual clothing stealing because they both just don't care and just wear what's comfortable. Al Haitham has also made Diluc a music player and headphones.

Though I do think Al Haitham has a bit of a moment when he sees Diluc in his very, very form-fitting shirt for the first time. He um might buy a few more that are a bit looser just for Diluc to borrow. He doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Ayato

So as a guy who is very proud of his culture and traditions. Seeing Diluc in anything remotely Inazuma fashion. It's a pretty critical hit. And like traditional Inazuma wear is like a major hit on his heart. So sort of by extension of the Diluc in his clothing would be great for him

Problem?

Ayato is a lot slimmer than Diluc.

So nothing is close to fitting. And I think Ayato realized that after one morning when Diluc tried to accidentally put on his shirt and realized his mistake when he couldn't button it. Ayato nearly pulled Diluc back into bed but didn't because of how sleepy Diluc was. He did end up buying a set of clothing similar to his style that fit Diluc just to see it.

Childe

So Childe's still not as broad as Diluc but not as slime as Ayato is. So Diluc actually can nearly get to the top. And Childe loves watching Diluc fumble sleepily around trying to get his shirt to fit. And he really likes how tight it is. And you know, with the strap on Childe's shirt. Certain parts of Diluc get a little accentuated. And Childe would let him walk around like that if he wasn't a pretty jealous person.

But outside of that he pretty frequently puts his jacket over Diluc's shoulder. Mostly when he sees Diluc napping or when he looks cold. He might be jealous but he's also very caring and honestly would give Diluc the shirt off his back.

Eula

So there is a decent size difference between the pair. Though I do think Eula is rather ripped. But something that Diluc noticed a while ago was how they have a similar style of gloves. So while this isn't really cloth stealing, he totally had a pair of gloves made that used Eula's color.

When Eula finally noticed it, he got really remembrance and just muttered something about wanting to match and tried to run away. But she totally wouldn't let him. And as his punishment, he hands to hold her hand.

Itto

Ok, so where this is another situation where Diluc and easily fits, and honestly, it's actually baggy on him. Itto doesn't, um, really where a lot.

He has definitely given Diluc his coat in the rain, not realizing Diluc normally carries an umbrella with him.

Though I think Kuki has tried to get, Itto to wear something more, probably for a trial or something, and Diluc's worn that. And Itto nearly lost it with how cute Diluc looked. He probably got more shirts and things so Diluc could wear them.

Kaveh

So I feel Kaveh is actually the closest to Diluc. Probably a little thinner, but yea. Diluc probably alls perfectly between Kaveh and Diluc. But Kaveh defiantly buys clothing for Diluc... All the time. And he probably steals Diluc's clothing all the time. Diluc has totally lost a jacket or two to Kaveh.

Now we are back to sleep Diluc and image sleep Diluc with Kaveh's very, very open shirt.

Kaveh definitely enjoy it for like .2 seconds until he noticed Diluc starting to leave because NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Thoma

Ah, so you know what. Thoma probably smells really nice, and Diluc has absolutely stolen Thoma's little jacket. Because it's just comforting. And when Thoma was looking for his jacket, he found Diluc cuddled up with it. He probably just gave up on the jacket and got a new one.

He probably does make Diluc a lot of hats and scarves too. All of which Diluc loves and wears all the time.

Xiao

So again there is a big size difference between Xiao and diluc. I imagine Xiao has a runner or sprinter's body so thin looking but absolutely ripped. And he doesn't really wear extra layers because I don't imagine he really every gets cool and stuff.

Diluc has given him his jacket before.

And Xiao had to ask around about what he should do with the jacket. He probably still has it not that Diluc minds. And he ended up giving Diluc a nice coat that General Kapisas made that he'd been holding on too.

Zhongli

So Diluc can definitely fit into Zhongli's clothing. But I feel Zhongli wears a particular type of fabric the Diluc hates. It's too smooth and silk, and he feels it catches on his skin. So he hates it. He can barely handle touching Zhongli's clothing sometimes.

But Zhongli being the money spender he is defiant and buys sent of clothing that is comfortable for him and in a style he likes but also Is something Diluc likes. It is his special cuddle outfit. (That Childe paid for)

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 15

"Say Ciao to Mia, Ava!" Lana sings as I enter our hotel room. I glance up and see Mia's smiling face on Lana's screen.

"Ciao, Mia!" I try to match Lana's enthusiasm, smiling and waving to her phone.

Lana must have arrived home an hour or so before me. She has her dark curls wrapped in a towel, and she already has her pajamas on. She continues to ramble to Mia about her day and what she's seen of Italy so far, mostly from inside moving vehicles. And to her girlfriend's credit, Mia seems completely delighted to just listen to her, smiling and nodding along.

I try not to eavesdrop, changing into a different pair of shorts than the one I wore earlier, reaching for some sandals instead of the walking shoes I'd worn all day. I tie my hair back into a ponytail and grab my purse.

"I'm going for a walk," I half-whisper, not wanting to interrupt Lana's stream of consciousness.

Lana whips her head to the side, sitting up to answer me. "Uh, um. Okay. Mia can I call you back in like one minute?" Mia agrees, and I call out Ciao once more before Lana hangs up.

"You didn't have to do that, I was planning on a walk anyway," I say.

"No, I know..." Lana takes her hair out of the towel, slowly wringing it in her hands. "I just wanted to touch base with you before you go, just in case I'm asleep again later."

"Touch base?" I smirk. "You sound like you're my boss."

Lana gives me a returning smirk, but only for a split second. "Ava, where did you go last night?"

I know from our previous conversation, and at least four years of friendship, that I can't get away with a lie.

"What if I told you I was on another walk?"

Lana gives me an incredulous smile. "If you did, I would ask you why your bathing suit is hanging up to dry after your 'walk.'" She emphasizes her point by making air-quotations.

My face burned. Deciding not to lie right now is probably the first correct decision I've made all day.

"Okay, then I went for a swim."

Lana waits. I say nothing.

"Alone?" She asks finally.

"No."

"Ava," She whines, and I can see her irritation growing. "When have you ever been one to withhold information?"

I take a deep breath. After my childish behavior today, there might not be anything left to tell her. And if I start talking now about what happened last night, my jealousy today, and my horrid attempt at flirting with the wrong man...I'll feel it too much. I need to stick to my original plan of walking my feelings off.

"Just–not now, okay? I promise I will tell you everything, but I'm not feeling myself today. I...I need to clear my head."

Lana's face softens, and I can see that she wants to say more. But being the friend that she is, she accepts my words with a nod. "Okay. Don't be out too late, and be safe."

I give her a small smile and try not to sense the double meaning in her words, the same words she said to me the other day.

"I will."

- - -

If there were a perfect place to try and organize your complicated thoughts about relationships and self-worth, I think Milan would be it. Not that I have sorted through everything walking around for the past hour, but the distraction of the city itself has calmed me down enough to try. We hadn't gotten off work too late tonight, so there were a variety of shops and restaurants still open. Seeing the beautiful architecture up close and walking past the small street vendors and musicians made me feel like my problems were a lot further away. I had originally pulled out my headphones from my purse, determined to shut out the world as much as possible. But as soon as the cobblestones were beneath my feet, and I caught a side glance of a canal running through the streets, the thought of shutting out the world felt silly. Here I was in a place that I had previously only dreamed about, and I was using my time by allowing John, of all people, to get in my head.

Somewhere between the canal and the third musician I passed, I recognized that the only reason I behaved that way earlier was to get back at John, not Javi. Javi had been nothing but honest with me. He had respected my wishes, even when he wanted to speak to me on set. He had hesitated purely out of respect for my career, and got in contact with his lawyer to protect me from anything that might come forward from those photos. And every time he touched me was a question, not a demand. It never felt as if he thought anything was owed to him.

The jealousy was real, there was no doubt about that. I didn't love seeing his hands roam all over Emma today, but I knew that was his job. But the anger was from John and John alone. He made me feel like I wasn't enough, and that I was always doomed to be second best. And walking over to Blake earlier, I think I was trying to take back control of a situation that ended four years ago. I wanted Javi to know that his scene with Emma didn't bother me, even though it clearly did. But some younger part of me thought that my meager attempt at flirting with Blake would prove that I don't care if the man I care about has his hands on someone else. That somehow, this would prove to myself that I didn't care about what happened with John anymore, that it didn't scare me anymore. But it did.

Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, Lana had been right. I'm not capable of having a fling. And nothing about the way my heart constricted at the sight of Javi made me feel as though this was fling territory. I knew deep down why I had always rejected every guy Lana had recommended to me. It was so they couldn't have the opportunity to reject me. Now that something great has fallen into my lap, I want to hide again. But looking at where I'm standing right now, smelling the flowers and listening to a language filled with love all around me, I realize that the only way John wins is if I keep allowing his mistakes to influence my own.

So I opened my phone, and decided not to let my past interfere with my future.

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[teeth-and-tea]

Vash!Plant Engineer HdCns Because My Day Job Is ACTUAL Tech Installations

Sup I'm just the local GNC gay tech installer and when someone was like "Vash as a plant engineer!!!" I loved it because this is something I can ACTUALLY contribute to. Engineers and installers/mechanics are different careers and do different things but the image I see is closer to my job than people think lmao

He started wearing black because he kept forgetting sharpies and pens in his pockets when tossing his clothes in the washer. They all started out in white T-shirts and alas, they never stay that way

He knows EXACTLY how long his index finger is and the length of the middle part of his finger (trying to get to a tape measure when it's on the otherside of the site and you forgot it? Improv time but you still want to be mostly accurate) (my middle bit of the index finger is 1 1/4 inches long)

Box and wire cutters are part of the FIT you don't UNDERSTAND

No he doesn't need to collect those extra screws and bolts but WHAT IF ANOTHER SITE NEEDS THEM??? Doesn't matter that he already has a gallon container of those exact screws YOU NEVER KNOW. (His pockets are ALWAYS full of nuts and bolts and screws, even though if he squats sometimes they stab his leg)

Has one (1) pair of good work boots and always forgets to wear them because converse and high tops are so COMFY

You look through his suitcase and there will be more pairs of socks than literally any other combo of clothing (going commando is less of a hassle and less disgusting than wearing the same pair of sweaty icky gross crusty socks 2 days in a row)

"My safety glasses is just squinting" - An OSHA regulator's ghost comes back just to smack him

Will eat food with the nastiest dirtiest hands alive and forget about it

Speaking of: his hands are ROUGH. Dry as a goddamn BONE. He has a singular travel sized hand lotion bottle in his pack out and he always forgets about it. Can always open a jar of pickles tho.

No one believes this IS the guy they called because "youre so young" "you just don't look like a-" "is this your first time" etc etc etc and he carries around a special laminated card on a string just to prove who he is

His packout is composed of whole SETS of tools in their appropriate cases but never actually organized in there, so they rattle around like the Devil's Baby Toy. Also holds 2 spare sets of the most tangled, atrocious headphones you've ever seen in your LIFE

His most precious tool is a 12-in-one screwdriver that he can just exchange out the heads for to get what he needs immediately. No you cannot use his. Yes it has paint on it to signify its his. Yes he loses it all the time, but no it also never leaves his pockets. It has legs of its own and he KNOWS its trying to run away he just KNOWS.

Always smells like oil and burning metal and sawdust (maybe?)

The little click a wire makes when connected is SO satisfying

WILL curse the ghosts of people who over-engineered A Thing so bad it'll break if you so much as sneeze at it

Talks to himself or his Big Sisters to figure out a problem

Gets really excited about matching tool sets and WILL talk about them for a WHILE with other tool heads (becomes a beloved Hononary Grandson and Nephew to SO MANY old guys)

HATES IT WHEN SOMEONE BUILDS SMTH AND MIXES METRIC AND IMPERIAL MEASUREMENTS IN THEIR BUILD LIKE WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL LIKE THATS DOUBLE THE WEIGHT IN TOOLS DO YOU FUCKIN-

His back is SHIT but his thighs are AMAZING

Anyways, hope this helps!

[k0re]

(W.i.p name cause im dumb) Part 1 David x reader

Night city, a dystopian hellscape where violence runs free and you can't get by without packing iron, a truly dangerous city like no other. to Rose was home, the bustling streets, the neon lights and the distant gunshots and sirens. It’s been apart of her life so long she really wouldn't last long anywhere else before missing the chaos in the city, it was in her veins, born bread and raised on the streets. Somehow she found herself here the Arasaka school uniform hanging on the back of the sofa staring at her seemed more intimidating than any of the dangers that she might encounter in night city.

She started the School year late, somehow getting a scholarrship and financial aid in order to attend. This is the last thing she wanted for herself but her father had arranged it shortly before he passed away. He wanted a better life for her. he was an edgerunner, he saw so much violence and hate he didn't want the same life for her.

Walking into the classroom she was early only seeing a few students so far but one stuck out like a sore thumb in the best way possible. He was wearing uniformed blazer jacket over a black tee shirt and rocking a pair of street jeans, she was able to see his personality shine through from the moment she laid eyes on him . her eyes were drawn to him immediately. He gave off a different vibe than the others and he looked equally as miserable as herself. If anyone could spot a fellow street kid it was her. deciding to walk over and introduce herself taking a shot in the dark. She took her headphones off putting them around her neck as she walked over to greet him.

"Hey. Anyone sit here?" She asked pointing to the Link chair next to the boy with her thumb Her Arasaka uniform, as much as she hates it, complemented her hair and rosy cheeks. She gave him a kind smile. Her tie hung lazily around her neck as she didn't care enough to tie it properly.

"Nah, s’ not, take a seat." He replied looking at her suspiciously. he sat on the edge of the chair facing her and she did the same.

"Im David"he held his hand out for her to shake hesitantly as if trying to figure out my intentions.

"Rose, Nice ta meet cha." she shook his hand, her pale scared hand interlocking with his for a brief moment. Her eyes locked with his doe brown ones and she couldn't help but notice his hair, it was so different compared to the others just further proving her thoughts that he indeed was diffrent.

Before they could further their conversation a creepy looking bald hologram lady appeared in the center of the room. Rose jumped in surprise at the unexpected blast of light.

"Good morning students. Take your respective seats please and put on your wreaths." Her voice was monotone. It was uncomfortable to look at the holograms face getting extremely close to the uncanny valley.

"Martinez, David. Ross, Rose. You are not in compliance with the dress code"

"S' at the cleaners" He spoke to the hologram giving the lady his excuse. Next to her she could hear a scoff coming from the blue haired boy next to her with a rather lame haircut.

"Do you have a spare?" The 'thing' asked only for david to give a snarky "yeah it’s there too." He rolled his eyes giving me a quick glance. Raising his eyebrows as if to say ‘ welcome to hell ‘ and she could definitely agree with him.

"Ross, Rose. Please make sure to completely tie your tie next time"the voice rang out. Rose jumped slightly hearing her name again come from the inhuman thing. there were some murmur's in the room. she looked around starting to feel a little self conscious. All of these corp kids started to make her feel sick. Gangs and scavs? No problem but this. This was entirely diffrent.

"Martinez you can get a uniform exemption form after class" he still looked annoyed like he would rather be literally anywhere else. This time I rose my eyebrows at him amused giving him a small smile. The same blue hair boy gave her a dirty look and she sent one right back. True blood corp scum, she couldn't help but contort her face in disgust, somewhat similar to the face she made after she saw herself in the uniform.

The hologram disappeared for a moment leaving the students to talk amongst themselves once again. The ugly boy who was sitting next to her made his way over with two of his friends.

"Gutter rats, your rats off the street. If i were you, i wouldn't show my face around here" he spat out now also addressing Rose. She wasn’t surprised that he could tell she was from the streets.

"Crazzzy. I know. But some of us are here to learn" he rolled his eyes. From his reaction she could guess this was a reoccurring thing

"With your old shitty tech? Don’t make me laugh!" She looked at david trying to see what he was talking about. ‘Oh, his wreath’ she then looked down hers was and by no means was hers new either, maybe just one model older than his. She felt her heart speed up as His eyes snapped to her wreath.

"Are you fucking kidding me, this school has really gone to the dogs now, just letting trash just roam the halls, First martinez and now you? Where have the standards gone?" Rose tightened her fist getting ready to get out of her link chair but david held his hand out a little

"S’ not worth it, there are cameras in here" he whispered. she stopped and the kid with the ugly mullet bowl cut combo laughed. Her nails dug into the skin of her Palm. Oh did she want to put him in his place.

"Is that fossiltech even compatible?" He said sticking his nose up.

"None of your fucking business bitch" she gritted her teeth hands shaking, before any more words could be exchanged the hologram reappeared,

"Now, let us begin todays lesson." At the same time everyone put on their wreaths and they started up lights starting to shine in everyones eyes. Everyone was now laying in a field but something felt wrong. She looked to right seeing a black glitching mass where david should be. Suddenly everyones headsets started to glitch and they were all kicked out of the brain dances with the wreaths sparking and lightly zapping the class

"It was fucking Martinez again!"

"Not Again!" Another classmate yelled. A shitstain of a ‘classmate’ glared over at david growling in frustration. The system was fried and we thankfully left early but she saw no sign of David as she left the building.

Rose was ecstatic about being able to leave the sterile looking school early, so happy in-fact she decided to eat out, by no means was night city street food good but it was still better than her shitty cooking. She knew this small ramen place near her apartment. she walked in taking off her uniform jacket tying it around her waist hiding the arasaka symbol out of shame. She had a white tank top on underneath, she stuffed the tie into her bag, she found the shop and sat down ordering. She sighed resting her head in the palm of her hand. The smell of ramen blocking out the disgusting smell of the alley just next to it. While she waited she trained her eyes on the small television hanging in the corner of the shop. Nothing really important or interesting was going on. The television suddenly changed to a live coverage of a wreck rather close by. On the bridge from the "nicer area" where the school was located into the main city where the ‘normal’ people like us lived.

"Holy shit that looks bad…" it was a horrible sight. Cars on fire, some flipped over and others torn to bits trauma team rushing in. She couldn’t finish eating after seeing that, no Corpo would even think about touching us ‘peasants’ . She made made her way home putting her headphones back around her neck It was starting to get dark and the last place you wanna be outside at night is where she lived she needed to be alert and on guard.

She made it home in time ever so excited to rip of the disgusting uniform. Pulling the blazer around her waist off on one foul swoop throwing it across the room. Pulling the skirt off kicking it off who knows where. The shoes ended up on two different sides of the apartment. She flopped down on her bed closing her eyes. the day exhausted her and she was just ready to sleep preferring not to think about what tomorrow has in store for tomorrow.

(Authors note) please give me constructive criticism and maybe some titles if you want. And let me know if this is something your interested in reading. Its gonna follow the plot line with a few minor changes and plot events are moved around a bit to make the reader being there more immersive and lore friendly.(Lucy is still here and no shes not gonna be a bitch LOL)

[mikopikopon]

One of the things that I despise about people talking about Alhaitham is that there is this general consensus that he doesn't understand human emotions, or doesn't show them and is always cold. It's usually paired with headcanons about him being neurodivergent or autistic.

And like headcanons are headcanons, everyone has their own, but i have a problem when people talk about it as if it's canon.

Because it isn't.

And like, yeah, he is blunt, he often acts like he disregards other people and what they feel or think - but that's his choice. "He knows full well how to act nice, he just doesn't want to" + he doesn't care what others think of him, so he doesn't act in a way that's expected of him.

But we also see that it's not because he doesn't understand it. Quite the opposite - we see him use knowledge regarding that on multiple occasions (during the archon quest - as they were crafting and executing the plan to save the archon, in his story quest it was his understanding of it that made the hive collapse, how he'd rather talk than fight even though with his skills the latter would be less of a hassle, in the event - when he changes the subject right when things might e turned ugly between him and Kaveh, how he read right through Sachin and connected him with Kaveh, how despite Paimon and Traveler being as polite about it as possible - it's the ending with Alhaitham that we consider a "good one" because Kaveh doesn't end up mopping after).

And the fact people think he doesn't show emotions, while he does in fact. He's more expressive than Cyno. And maybe it's because I play in English, but his voice lines are sometimes showing when he's hesitant, playful, teasing, upset or surprised. He is smiling quite often when in a casual environment (the smile is plastered to his whenever he talks to Kaveh f.ex.). Of course when paired with such expressive characters as Paimon, Kaveh, Dehya or Nilou then he's sure to come out as bland, but his emotions are showing. They are just more subtle.

And while I do love the headcanon of him trying to help Kaveh and misreading what would be better to be said, that's just an issue with him and Kaveh. Kaveh thought they were exactly the same only to later turn out it was the exact opposite (bla bla bla mirrors bla bla bla your reflection is exactly the same as you but different bla bla).

If you're looking for him being neurodivergent, there are many other things you can build your headcanon around: his meticulous routine, his sound blocking headphones, the way he takes notes that nobody seems to understand (I'm talking about his job now, not the event), the fat that he has dendro vision (it means he has an obsession), his trailer when we literally see him lost in the book to the point the world around him stops existing (and he doesn't seem to be reading novels, the one in the archon quest was related to physics), and more that I can't really think of rn.

[ily-fictional-women]

Ashes to Ashes || Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Assignment #1

Summary: Once again plans are made, and this time feelings are shared. Nothing could go wrong again, right? 

Pairing: big sister!Yelena x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know! 

Word count: 1077

a/n: Here’s a link to this fics masterlist. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

“So, how about your first assignment together?” Valentina hands the two each a copy of the same file. The mission location is Pakistan, apparently, some biotoxin is being engineered there a being used on soldiers. This biotoxin enhances their strength and stamina, the problem is that it kills them not so long after use.  

After skimming the file Y/n looks at Valentina questioningly “Valentina, while I trust your judgment for missions why are we getting involved in governmental affairs? I highly doubt this contract pays enough in the first place.” 

Valentina scoffs at Y/n “It’ll pay you both 15 thousand after my cut I think it’s enough. And as far as it comes to governmental affairs go this is more about espionage which both of you say you excel at. Your main point of the mission is to retrieve the biotoxin so I can get it to the person who contracted this mission.” Yelena finally speaks up “And how long will we have if we accept this mission?” 

“Typically you would 24 hours but with large odds of casualties you’ll get one week.”   

Without any other thought, Yelena finalizes her answer “We’ll take it.” 

“Great. You both will be leaving tomorrow at 5 pm sharp I’ll send you the location tonight.” 

As Valentina lets herself out Y/n smacks her arm hard “What the hell was that Yelena?! You didn’t even consult me if I wanted to get into this. You don’t need to speak for me!” Yelena rolls her eyes dramatically “Y/n you need to calm down. While I didn’t consult you I think this mission would be good for both of us.” 

While Y/n didn’t want to admit it, Yelena was right. They lost each other for five years, and while those five years will always feel different for the two deep down they both needed each other. “Okay, fine. I’m gonna go to bed though. Make yourself at home or whatever.” The coldness from Y/n did hurt Yelena but it was understandable. Y/n felt abandoned the same way she felt abandoned by Natasha. To Yelena, it felt like she lost both of her sisters but with time she hoped she could get Y/n back. 

Remote Warehouse, 5 pm 

Yelena looks over to a very obviously tired Y/n “So, how does this whole thing usually go?” Her voice was louder than usual so she could be heard over the blaring helicopter. Y/n yawns loudly “They pick us up with supplies in whatever transport vehicle they have then drop us off near where ever the mission is supposed to take place. From then on it’s up to typically me how the rest of it is carried out. And after the mission is complete I call for an extraction which usually comes a few hours after the call.” 

Once getting onto the helicopter Yelena tries to fill the silence by speaking into the headphones she and Y/n were wearing “Do you go on these assignments often?” 

Y/n shrugs though “I used to when I needed more money but not as much anymore.” There was mostly silence between the two until Y/n tried to take a turn filling the silence “Yelena what was it like dusting?” 

“It was weird. When I left to go clear my head I turned to the faucet trying to splash water on my face and collect myself. But the water went through my hands then the rest of me was gone. And for you and everyone else that was 5 years. But for me, I came back as fast as I had disappeared. And the stranger part was I could see the bathroom change around me, like whatever brought me back wanted me to know something happened. It was overwhelming when Ana told me everything that happened. It was terrifying.” 

Everything Yelena told Y/n finally set in. She always knew it wasn’t Yelena’s choice to leave Y/n but hearing her say this finally set in those ideas. 

Pakistan 1 pm

Once the two landed they each rummaged through their own bags grabbing their own weapons. After handing Yelena an earpiece she runs through the plan with her. “I looked over the military facilities map, if we head straight ahead from here there should be a lookout tower. I need you to get up there and watch for anyone else. I’ll need you to be my eyes for this because I’ll be going to the storage center where the vials should be kept. As long as we stay quiet we shouldn’t attract much attention.”   

“One question.”   

“What is it, Yelena?” 

“Why do I need to be on the lookout? What if you need my help?” 

“You’re better with a sniper Yelena, and if I need your help which I doubt I won’t, I’ll ask for it.” Yelena put up her hands defensively at how snippy Y/n’s reply was “Alright, whatever you say.” 

Everything started according to plan. Yelena took out the guard at the watch tower taking his rifle and watching over Y/n carefully as she entered the storage facility. Opening the suspected crate that would hold the vials Y/n was met with nothing. “Looking for this?” Y/n turned around fast seeing a shorter but very strong-looking man holding a briefcase. Immediately Y/n ran at the man kicking him square in the jaw causing him to fall on his back. 

Y/n pressed onto her earpiece “Yelena, we have a problem.”  

“I was about to say the same thing. What's your problem?” 

“They planned ahead for someone stealing the biotoxin.” As she said this more soldiers rushed in, using the briefcase Y/n hit 2 guards at once with it and stunned the other with her spider bites. Y/n huffed “What’d you see that was a problem?” 

“There’s a truck coming in and by the looks of it, it’s probably holding more biotoxin.” The only reply she got from Y/n was a few grunts “You okay over there?” But then she heard a gunshot. “Y/n? Y/n?! Do you hear me?!” 

“This is general Khan speaking, whoever you are, I suggest you leave now for your own wellbeing. Consider this message as an act of mercy.”  

Yelena knew Y/n specifically said, “If I need your help which I doubt I won’t, I’ll ask for it” but this felt like an exception. 

[exeggcute]

please do not feel obligated to answer this, but if you want to: do you have any other general work from home tips? i'm starting a new job soon and the prospect of having a home office is fun but i'm also wondering what i should do to prepare. thanks :)

congrats on becoming a fellow work-from-home warrior anon. off the top of my head, here's what I can think of:

if it's at all possible, try to Do Your Work in a separate location from the place where you Do Fun Stuff. I only got a bona fide office recently, but before we moved I at least had a tiny little desk in our living room and even though it was like literally three feet from the couch where I hung out when I was Not Working it still made a difference to me to be like "okay I'm stepping away from my computer, now it's time to go to the couch and hang out." there's the thing people say about how working from home can feel a lot like living at work if you're not careful, which I definitely think is true. what this means for you specifically, I cannot say, but I know at least for me that when I would hang out on the couch with my laptop and try to do work with the TV playing in the background it was a lot less fun than you'd think. worst combination of not being productive and feeling like I couldn't enjoy myself.

if you don't already have a good webcam, definitely do yourself a favor and get one. I like anker's powerconf c200 a lot.

likewise, if you don't have a good microphone, get one. (actually, the powerconf c200 has a pretty bitchin microphone so you can kill two birds with one stone there.) but also remember that wireless headphones will ALWAYS have shittier microphone quality than wired headphones do, so even if you have a nice pair of wireless headphones that you use for listening to music and shit you might want to get a USB microphone (and/or two-in-one webcam) or a cheapo pair of wired headphones for calls.

I have no reason to believe you even have this problem in the first place but I'll mention it anyway because so many people at my job do this and it drives me fucking crazy: when you're messaging people on slack or (god forbid) microsoft teams or whatever please do not just say "hi" and nothing else and then wait for the other person to respond and engage in three messages of needless small talk before getting to the point of whatever it is they wanted to ask/tell you. given the general demographics of people who follow me (largely under 35, obviously "logged in") I'm gonna assume that you're not engaging in this sort of boomer behavior but hooooly shit pet peeve lol. you can do the "hey, how are you? hope your week's going well!" and the "so I needed to ask you about [X]...." at the same time.

in a similar vein, do not be afraid to use emojis on your messaging platform of choice. to survive in the vast and damp corporate jungle you may need to engage in a 😁 or a 🤣 or a 😅 from time to time. convey that you mean no harm. show your soft underbelly.

sit good or it'll bite you in the ass.

[wildfire-chronicle]

deep sea princess dream

Had a very strange, psychedelic dream while on long-distance public transportation in the middle of the night. It was less of a coherent storyline, like it usually is, and was more of a shifting smear of different scenes that blended with the music I was listening to through my headphones. Specifically, I remember hearing Loving Free (SAINT PEPSI Remix) by Spazzkid and Memories 地平線に by Neon Dream 87’ filtering throughout the dream in an odd, distorted manner.

The first scene saw me standing in a foreign kingdom, blue-tinted sands rolling endlessly around me, coral trees sprouting from the dunes, and a shifting sky with a watery texture hanging high above. It all gave the sense of being underwater, despite the fact that I could breath and move with no problems. All I knew was that I was lost and trying to find my way home.

I decided to try talking to the inhabitants of this realm in hopes of finding out where I was. All of the people here had humanoid bodies and were dressed in sharp tuxedos or other classy outfits, but instead of a human head above their collar, they had various sea creatures stretching upwards. Every encounter with them took place like a visual novel: a flat character portrait where only their mouths and arms moved and only while they talked, and a background that seemed incongruous with the lighting and perspective of the character portrait. They also seemed incapable of true speech; they could only produce music.

In particular, I remember a quartet of seafolk that I asked for directions. The song that was playing at this point was Loving Free, and the quartet was producing each part of the song from their mouths. The seafolk in the back had extremely long, floaty limbs, black eyes like a natural pair of secret agent sunglasses, and a pair of shell-like castanets that produced the percussion. One of the side two had a head like a barnacle, and it produced the flute melody from the hole in its head. I don’t remember what the one on the other side looked like, but the one in front was the most distinctive. He was much shorter than the others, with a very smushed and square face like something between a dunkleostus and the goombas from the 1993 Super Mario Brothers movie. He wore a smug, self-satisfied look on his face, and each time he opened his mouth, the distorted “che~rry pi~e” voice clips from the song floated out of his mouth as he tugged on his bowtie. Somehow, all of this registered as “directions to the palace” in my mind.

After this… “conversation,” the dream shifted to the marble steps of the ruler of the sea’s palace. A pair of seafolk guards, still dressed in matching tuxedos, moved from their posts to block my way inside. In some wordless way, I communicated that I needed to ask for help, and from within the palace a feminine voice commanded them to let me pass. I crossed from the steps into the impossibly huge throne room, and found the monarch lounging on her seashell seat within.

The ruler of the sea was instantly striking. While every other person I’d met so far had moved with the static, visual-novel-esque look described earlier, she moved with fluid grace as she crossed one of her slender legs over the other and looked at me down her narrow nose. She seemed human at first glance, but in the same way a marble statue appears human. She was too perfect, too still, the very image of beauty and elegance and allure, and it seemed almost as though all the colour had been stripped from her. Her skin was white like porcellin, without any visible texture or even a single blemish save for the beauty mark below her left eye. All her clothes, her hair, her lips, and the irises and pupils of her narrow eyes were such a perfect pitch-black that there was no dividing line between them where they overlapped. She wore a simple sleeveless dress with a low collar and a high skirtline, thigh-high fishnets, and high heels, all the same perfect void-like black, and from her forehead sprouted a pair of twin black horns that curled around her head like a crown and jutted backwards, ending in sharp points.

 

From the look she wore as I approached alone, I could immediately tell what kind of person she was. She was a spoiled princess, one who expected as a matter of course that any whose eyes fell on her would immediately become enraptured and do all they could to aid her. She cared not for any of her subjects, regardless of how they hurt themselves in her service. From the moment we met, it was a given in her mind that I would fall under her spell and be subservient to her. To her, there was no other reaction a person could have.

 

Without even waiting for me to speak, the princess hopped off her throne, strode up to me, and demanded I pledge myself to her. Disgust curled up my throat like a thorn-coated vine, filling my mouth with burning bile. Through it, I choked out an indignant refusal, and the look of absolute shock on her face almost made up for the insult of thinking I was so driven by lust as to immediately offer myself up. I demanded to know how to leave this place, but the princess was too shaken to even respond, so I spun on my heel and left to find my own way. Everything about the meeting filled me with seething hate and, though I tried to smother it, a small flame of lust burning underneath.

 

After I left, the view of the dream lingered on the princess instead of following me. As soon as she recovered from her shock, she furiously demanded that her other tuxedo-clad servants find me and drag me back. No one had ever defied her like that before, and I could tell she hated me as much as I hated her. And I could tell that, like me, she felt the same creeping vine of lust take root along with the hatred. As her servants hurried out to find me, the princess retreated to her room and curled up on her seashell bed, her perfect features radiating rage and frustrated desire in equal measures.

 

The dream shifted back to watching me as I made my way through the seedier, darker parts of the town below the palace. I looked everywhere for somewhere to rest, or at least for something to distract me, but phantoms of the princess haunted me every step of the way. They danced to the distorted music that filled the dream and teased me, just out of reach, driving me mad.

 

Fed up, I stalked towards yet deeper and more desolate areas of the town. Finally, my feet stopped at the outskirts, deep enough that the watery sky had become a dark indigo nearing black. I found myself standing at the edge of what looked almost like a graveyard. A sandy hill sprawled before me, vanishing into the gloom in the distance. Scores of swords covered the hill, point-down in the sand. There was a mix of rapiers, cutlasses, and all manner of blades usually carried by seafarers. I wandered out into the middle of the graveyard, and all of a sudden, I realized someone was watching me.

 

They were seafolk, like the other inhabitants of this place, but their tuxedo was shoddy and old, full of rips and holes. From the collar rose the heads and bodies of four twisting moray eels, writhing over each other in an attempt to get a better look at me. The eelfolk moved with the same static, visual-novel-like animation as the other seafolk, and he spoke in a chorus of high, reedy voices that layered over each other in an unnerving cacophony.

 

He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voices, what I was doing so far from the beloved princess. I asked where a guy could find something to take his mind off things, and the eelfolk paused for a moment. Then, with a raucous, insane laugh, he said, “What, you looking for a skeeze?” He broke the visual novel illusion like a character shattering the fourth wall in a game and dove beneath the sand, and suddenly, I realized that the swords around me were a map of the city, with each sword representating a point of interest. The eelfolk’s warped voice echoed clearly around me, calling out “Nowhere! No! Try here! Here! Here! Or how about here!?” With every repeat of “here,” he flipped one of the swords out of the sand. The swords spun once, ignited with a harsh purple light, and fell back to their original spot.

 

By the time he was done, half the swords glowed a neon violet. The eelfolk broke out of the sand uncomfortably close to me, and he grabbed my shirt and leaned in with a breath that smelled like alcohol and cheap cigars. In a stage whisper, he said, “The biggest skeeze of all, though, is right… here.” With a tail I hadn’t realized he had, he grabbed a sword and jammed it directly into the top of the hill, right where I knew the princess’ castle must be.

 

With that, the dream ended, and I woke up disoriented and bewildered on the bus.

 

22 July 2021

[gabrielwoj]

A little warning regarding the idea of Earmuffs + Earplugs

Hi everyone, I just want to make a post in regards the use of both Earmuffs (Ear Protectors) and Earplugs at the same time. You may have an audio sensibility due to autism, and, someone may be unwilling to lower the volume or something, and you just can't do anything of your day with that sound on. For me, not only I have audio sensibility, but I have difficulty in focusing on things, and a weird phenomenon related to associating things that are completely unrelated, causing me to be scared in associating them in things I like to do. I'm in the process of trying to eliminate that association problem, however. For a long time in my life, I had to deal with very loud speakers coming close to me, and, I had nothing to do. Asking the person to lower the volume wouldn't resolve it (said person would turn off their phone speakers, and a couple hours later, turn on again in the same volume). Even worse, the audio was related to a topic that I particularly do not like, causing me anger whenever I was able to listen to. So, after searching a lot online and everything, I used to have an Earmuff + Earplug par to combat that noise, after I saw a couple websites regarding the idea of using both. Earmuffs:

Earplugs:

However, one thing I want to point out is perhaps a potential danger in using both of them. I don't have any scientific proof or anything, but I remember back in the day when I used to wear both for longer periods of time, I would later have ear pain for the remaining of the day, and even last for a couple days after I wore them. Although nowadays this doesn't happen as much (that person turning on that specific topic that I don't like on high volume speakers), changes on my routine related to when to have dinner did change, and, I had one day where this was once again a problem, as the person was with the phone turned on with such topic. So I relied on the combo. But, now, a couple days later, I'm still having ear pain. I know that this pain eventually stops, as it has happened in the past and it did eventually stop hurting too. The pain is not that painful, but it is a little annoyance, paired with my usual audio sensibility, and other problems. The last year I mostly relied on noise-cancelling headphones (which is something that helped me a lot), but, due to the constant use, the cushions started to tear off, so right now I can't use them. I also wouldn't like to be dependent from them as much, as the person who basically made me purchase these finally stopped putting their smartphone at the highest volume with topics I did not like, even though sometimes it still happens. If you use this combo, the earmuff with earplugs, and you are wondering having ear pain and not knowing where it is from, maybe it comes from this. Although I understand it can be difficult to talk to someone in regards to our audio sensibilities, I think it's worth a shot to ask them to lower the volume as opposed to have to feel ear pain for a couple days later. This could be different from person to person, so, maybe you use these two all the time without feeling anything, but, I just wanted to point out, because before using them, I haven't seen any websites that mentioned the potential of ear pain from wearing both of them. My anxiety also makes things even worse, because I keep thinking that if I'm going to have ear-related problems in the future. So far, it seems that's not the case, but any sorta of pain, even the slightest one, can cause me to start thinking on the future and how maybe I will have to stop doing X, Y and Z, if I'm going to have health-related issues in regards to 1, 2 and 3, or if I will no longer be able to enjoy A, B and C. Lastly, if I also wear the earmuff (alone, without the earplugs) for a long time, I may feel dizziness as well. The noise-reduction headphone I mentioned is a BOSE QuietComfort 45 (QC45). I think it's a phenomenal headphone, especially for us with audio sensibilities. I do want to point out that, in the first days, I did feel a "piercing ear pain" from wearing them, but, that eventually stopped happening a couple weeks later. Stay safe everyone.

[lasclarts]

Minimal adb fastboot windows

#Minimal adb fastboot windows install#

#Minimal adb fastboot windows drivers#

The status lights will flash red and blue.

#Minimal adb fastboot windows drivers#

Here, we are going to compile the complete list of available Android USB drivers for a variety of devices, belonging to different manufacturers.Īlternatively, you can do a quick Google or YouTube search to find out how others who have the same headphones have paired theirs.

#Minimal adb fastboot windows install#

To connect your Android phone/tablet to your personal computer, and for it to be detected properly, you need to install appropriate USB drivers. The last MOTOROLA Moto G Play drivers are compatible with Windows 10, Windows 8 and Windows 7. Find the files you want, and copy them to the cd. You will also have to compile it using nasm. You have to be able to boot into Motorola Drivers update windows or linux so it might not be so useful. When you consider installing an app on your Android smartphone, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Spark Pro This tool has become a great tool for rooting Android based devices. Motorola Atrix can be easily downloaded using the famous one click tool called the SuperOneClick. Unfortunately, Motorola has still signed the Atrix 4G bootloader. This is a related problem, but it has to do with the mechanical ignition cylinder instead of the electronic switch.Place “SuperSU” file in external/internal memory of your device.I’m only using again when it’s a native app from Android.Whoever updated this guide COMPLETELY RUINED IT, Used to work but now its all retatarded about ” Shell Cat? Ive used this guide three times on different my touches and now its just pointless thanks to some bitch who decided the guide would be much better with platform tools. Also make sure the when the phone asks for you to accept the RSAkey you do that on the phone. Try a different USB cable, different port, try to make sure that the Mac sdk was installed properly etc and try again. I also checked my device-manager and tried out every version of adb but still nothing happens. I have tried this same thing with another Win7圆4 Ultimate real machine and a Virtual Machine.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

[infernalodie]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩“

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x youngerbrother!reader

Summary: Believe it or not, things hadn’t always been a shit show for Nate Jacobs. He was happy, even after seeing his dad’s tapes. All thanks to his sweet little brother, who supported him through everything. But paths can always diverge and with age, people will change. For your older brother, that had been the exact case as you couldn’t even recognize the boy who slept across the hallway from you. But there is always still hope. There will always be hope.

Warnings 18+: Abusive relationship, drugs, Nate being a softy with his little brother

Words 2268

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ARE SENSITVIE TO ABUSE OR DRUG ABUSE

You stood in the front foyer, mop in hand and bucket by your feet. It was around 2 at night and you had headphones in your ears. Your dad was gone. For how long; you weren’t exactly sure. But it did worry you where he had went and if he was coming back. Despite all the shit he’s put on this family, you loved him no different. If he liked guys; you loved him. He was flesh and blood, that wouldn’t ever change.

But unlike you, everyone else in this household hated him. Despised him for the pain he’d caused. Everyone except you.

“Nathaniel, your whole fucking lifes a secret,” Cal said. “A mystery. Who knows about you?”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, tears brimming in your eyes as your father walked through the puddle of piss he had created upon stepping inside. “I’ve lived with you,” Cal started. “I have raised you. I am your father. I know nothing about you. That’s not true. I know that you’re angry. I’m so sorry I fucked you up with my double life.”

Cal laughed. “Okay, I may have taken mine to the extreme, I’ll admit that,” he said. “But I have a problem. But the reason I have a problem is this family. That’s why. I’m not allowed to form an emotional connection and I’m an emotional guy.” He said, seeming to trail off, deep in thought.

“If I do try and make a connection, it’s with your younger brother who shouldn’t have to have that weight on his shoulders,” Cal explained. “Constantly worrying about me every time I step out of the fucking house. I expected the same from you two fucks, but he shows more compassion than anyone else in this household.”

The man sighed, looking at you with nothing but love and admiration. “I love you, kid,” he said. “I love you more than these two fucks, or your mother. You, are the one thing I don’t regret. Keep doing good in school. I know you’ll do better than me or the these two dickwads.”

Those were the last words Cal said to you and it broke your heart. It was true, you had been the emotional for Cal to lean on. He didn’t harp on your for much besides getting good grades and doing your best. Since he knew much of went on in your life, he felt that bond between you two.

You didn’t feel special as it didn’t amount to shit in the end. So, here you were. Cleaning up the piss that Nate and Aaron were supposed to. Not that you bothered, it gave you time to sit and rest in your thoughts.

Well, at least tried to because you suddenly were grabbed and shoved into a wall. Before you could respond, Nate sucker punched you in the nose. You cried out, holding your face as you crumbled to the ground in tears. “Still kissing his ass even after he left?”

A kick to the stomach had you crying out. “Fucking druggy piece of shit.” Another kick to the stomach before you curled up in a ball, trembling with tears. You stayed like that for a while, unsure if Nate had gone back to his bedroom. You were too afraid to even open your eyes to peek.

When you did, you shakily got your feet. Wiping your nose and picking up the mop again. Head throbbing as you cleaned up your blood and the piss.

There was a time when you two were kids that things had been so simple. Sneaking out past your bedtime, running around town like hooligans. Drinking in the park you two grew up playing in. But even after Nate saw Cal’s tapes, the both of you stayed close. Best friends.

But somewhere, sometime, something changed. It hadn’t been you because you always gave Nate a warm smile and was always there for him. Cheering him on each game and getting him food after a game. He just...changed. He started beating you. Showing his lack of love he had left for you. Only giving you the time of day with his daily beatings. It didn’t matter where, he would always find time to hurt you and break you down to your very last fiber.

And when he hurt Maddy, you stuck up to him. Threatening to take him to police and telling them everything if he hurt her again. You should’ve known better because he didn’t hesitate to screw with you every day. He knew you weren’t a fighter. He also knew how sensitive you could be to things, so he used everything in his arsenal to make sure you understood not to fuck with him.

It worked. You left him alone completely. Avoiding him like the plague, just what he wanted. You buried yourself in school work and focused on your job at the greenhouse. But just like Nate, you had changed.

You hated to admit it, but you loved Nate. Much like your father, he was flesh and blood. You two grew up together and knew one another like the back of your hands. So, to have him beat you, torture you, make everything feel worthless, you fell back on the things to make things seem just a bit better. It started off with weed, then drastically fell to fentanyl.

If anyone knew what happened in your household, they would understand. But they didn’t. You had to deal with this alone, so you found a substitute to help alleviate the anger and resentment you felt towards your brother. You had enough in life, but it might as well just be dust in your pocket.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Lexi held you softly in her arms. The both of you sat in the seat in the theatre, watching auditions for her play.

Half way through, she noticed your dazed expression. Constantly blinking tiredly with your arm slightly twitching. She was worried to say the least.

Everyone at school had an inkling of the pain you went through on the daily. From the bruises you used to show up to school with and your brother not giving a single fuck about your state. Even when you started using, people could drastically see the change in your attitude. Teachers had been growing concerned, but you reassured them with that beautifully sweet smile of yours.

Lexi could see it through it with so much ease. Becoming friends and seeing every part of you gave her the insight she had. She knew what went on at home just by aligning the pieces together. Sadly, if people caught on, they would have very little trouble as well. But no one had noticed the splotchy bruises on your legs, except your family. No one knew you were using, but Lexi was quickly catching on by your disheveled features.

You blinked, leaning your head against hers as you toyed with the end of your sweater sleeves. “I’ll be alright,” you sniffled. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

She should’ve pushed you further. Figure out exactly what was wrong, but she didn’t. Interlocking your hands and keeping them connected until the end of the auditions that she occasionally asked for your opinion.

Ever since 6th grade, you and Lexi had been friends. The only reason why you two did become friends was because of the assignment both of you were tasked to. The click was instant and besides doing the actual assignment at the time, both of you were talking about random stuff.

And as the months and years went on, the relationship grew bigger and bigger to where it is now. To the point that she could see through every lie you spoke or every thought appeared in your head. You were painfully obvious when you were bothered about something, but also downright stubborn where she couldn’t break through the walls you would set up.

It wasn’t hers or your fault. It was all Nate’s fault. He used to show so much care towards you when you got sick or hurt. But now that he didn’t care, you didn’t care about yourself enough either. Your mental health was in shambles and your physical health was destroyed from the constant injecting of fentanyl.

When the night of the play came around, you didn’t try and humor yourself with going. You got to see all the behind the scenes and that had been enough for you. No reason going to something when you would likely pass out half way through.

So, you sat in the old park you remember playing around in when you were younger. Empty needle only sitting a few feet away from you on the park bench. Able to hear the laughter of children playing in your ears. Your laughter. You don’t know how long you had actually smiled or laughed. Everything seemed to be fabricated to make everyone around you feel at ease with your problems.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone. Opening it and scrolling through your photos. Stopping when finding only a 3-year-old photo of you and Nate. Smiling like fools with the family trip all of you went on to the Bahamas. Where did it go wrong? When did he become so hateful towards you?

If you had his number, you may have called him in the heat of the moment and asked. But you blocked it long ago and it would stay that way. Nothing you could say to him or any girls that were involved with him would change. So, you saved your breath for someone who might need it.

You loved him like a brother would and hoped things that would change. But deep down, you knew the harsh and bitter truth that it was over. You two may be brothers by blood, but were strangers at heart. It showed every odd time you went to a party with Lexi and had spotted him across the house. Seeing him staring at you before looking away and carrying on with his night. You couldn’t even fucking recognize someone you grew up with.

That was a lie. You knew that Nate used to be happy. He used to be so cheerful and passionate about whatever he pursued. He used to be a loving and caring brother to you and always willing to pick you up from the depths and bring you to the surface. But he changed like anyone else would and that was the reality of your situation.

“I don’t know why you hate me so much.” Nate watched onward from his seat, hands balled into fists as he watched the scene play out. A knot caught in his throat as there was a stinging sensation behind his eyes.

It was you. Not exactly you, an actor was playing you and Ethan was playing him. But he could tell what this scene was about and felt all eyes on him. “Because you annoy me,” Ethan shrugged, but his tone held so much venom and genuine hatred. “I hate you because you always involve yourself in my life and you’re so fucking draining. You just suck the life out me and I fucking hate it!”

Nate sat there, silently as a tear slipped out the corner of his eye. Nail digging into the arm rests as he glanced around cautiously. Seeing a few wandering gazes that flickered to him. The next scene only broke him more. The actor playing you acted like he was injecting something into his arm and breaking down into tears. Just in time for the lights to fade and close the scene.

You sat on the park bench, cross-legged with a cloud blossoming from your lips with each a deep sigh. When you felt a presence beside you, you didn’t acknowledge it. Slowly sipping from your hot chocolate in an attempt to occupy your hands.

But when your eyes quickly flickered to the person, you felt your heart drop at the sight of Nate. He didn’t say a word and neither did you. His eyes were bloodshot even with some fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked so broken and destroyed that the worry that filled your senses came back naturally.

Wanting nothing more than to hold him close and let him spill out all his emotions. But you were also wondering if this was just an illusion, a dream. The fentanyl did give you these types of dreams all the damn time. But you also didn’t want to pass up on the chance to heal slightly and live in a fantasy where your brother actually cared about you.

So, you clenched your jaw, licking your lips as you cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. When he leaned into it, you scooted closer and carefully wrapped your arms around him. Something in the warmth you gave him caused him to break down in your arms. Hands grabbing handfuls of your shoulder as he placed his face in your shoulder. A sob wracking his body and you didn’t dare let go.

The oceans of pain and sorrow had intermingled with one another, creating a riptide that had torn up everything in it’s path. It’d destroyed yours and Nate’s brotherhood long ago to where it was left in the depths to be found in the future and guessed upon what happened. It was a ruin for the ones who searched for answers.

But there was enough land in the world to reassembled what was forgotten. Create something brand new and utterly beautiful. Just like when you two were younger.