#tried my best to incorporate everyone’s outfits from the stream!

[petroplant]

celebrating the drawfee crew raising over $100k for stonewall!! have a drawtectives gang going on a cross country road trip

[obanaispy]

omg pent up samu who's into regular-customer-reader so he goes onto a cam site in hopes of finding some look alike to jack off to but instead ends up seeing a familiar face 👀

smile for the camera!

{ adult audience only }

notes: @natriae also sent in this request with this plot, “okay ive been waiting for webcam y/n for so long🤞🤞maybe with Osamu, Suna, and Sakusa. i feel like Osamu would agree to be in the video with y/n and y/n would just wanna show off their precious baby. Telling everyone to look at how cute Osamu is as they ride him, but he would just be so dazed 😌 Now Sakusa 100% didn’t realize how into it he was till he actually watched from behind the camera as y/n streamed”. i will be incorporating both thoughts into these drabbles and thank you for sending in your thoughts! (y’all are creative as fuck i love it).

warnings: dirty talk { it’s soft core so there aren’t many }

wc: 1.3k

200 followers event: click me

characters included: suna rintarou ,kiyoomi sakusa , osamu miya

suna rintarou, the regular.

⍟ y/n had given suna something he’s lacked in all his years of living— structure. ever since he saw you on the top 5 “best webcam models on the west coast”, he’s sure to never miss a live stream— friday’s strictly being set aside to support you.

⍟ he’s not one of the watchers who speaks a lot but he definitely captures your attention with the enormous tips he sends in. he’s sure to attach what positions he loves you in the most, instructing you to pose up for him and him only. in his eyes, these lives are specifically for him and he has the dough to back up that mindset.

⍟ one thing you’ve always loved about suna is that he was never one to directly show you attention. with that being said, you couldn’t help but be a bit excited once you saw that message ..

“ user @sun.taro has requested a private session “

“crazy how you wore my favorite set without me saying a word..” sighs “too bad it wont be on for long..”

suna’s 1 hour session had ended 20 minutes ago yet here you both were, talking each other through yet another orgasm. “spread it open for me baby.. let me see how good i have that pussy feeling..” he husked out lowly, hand pumping his cock as he watched the way you rode your dildo— the ground below you drenched in the juices from those previous orgasms. suna’s brows furrowed as he imagined how good you felt. maybe this call was a mistake.. because now? he was hungry for more.

your eyes stayed focus on the way he pleasured himself to the view of you. brain turning to mush at the pet names he graced you with. all it took was one more “there we go pretty girl.. make daddy proud” before you were gasping for air, his orgasm following shortly after. coming down from that high, you could do nothing but smile modestly— contrasting all of your previous actions . “i feel like you did more than me. maybe you should be the webcam model” you laugh softly, throwing on your robe. suna simply responded with a chuckle as he cleaned himself up, “i find my pleasure in watching you lose your morals simply at my command.. to me that’s more than enough..”. his words sent a chill down your spine but the next ones would affect your entire being.

“hope you know i’d give anything to experience you in person.. how about it?”

kiyoomi sakusa, the supportive bf

⍟ one thing sakusa always loved about you is that you were always serious about your money and your craft. you spent bands on equipment, outfits and even took the time to write out elaborate scripts.

⍟ no matter how supportive, he always tried to give you your privacy during filming. he understood the men who watched enjoyed the idea of a single y/n— his presence would simply ruin the entire persona. he knew this he swear he did.. so why did he find himself sitting behind your camera— cock throbbing through his sweats as you worked through your set.

“i’m aware of how bad you want to fuck me..”

y/n’s regulars were eating up how into today’s session she was. her words were dripping with filth, cunt squelching more than it ever as she slowly worked to stretch herself open, eyes low and body glistening as she worked on her second orgasm. in all honesty, y/n was paying no attention to the men that drooled over her in the stream. no no, what really caught her attention was her introverted boyfriend boldly pumping his dick as his eyes stayed trained on her.

she felt herself throb as she watched the way kiyoomi’s hips thrusted upwards, lips slightly parted as he whispered low enough for only her to hear “y/n.. wanna fuck you so bad right now.. that pussy is calling my name.. you’re so fucking filthy” he gritted, his own vulgarity shocking him for only a moment before he drowned deeper into his lust. “i’m nothing more than a dirty slut.. need to be cleaned out so fucking bad..” y/n moaned out sweetly.

their viewers would never know why the stream suddenly ended. y/n couldn’t care enough to inform them as she struggled to keep any string of sanity as kiyoomi folded her in half— fucking her cunt like he never had before. he should definitely sit in more often.

osamu miya, the sweet + osamu miya, the intrigued

⍟ osamu was completely aware of the audience y/n attracted. men who got off the fact that she was completely unobtainable. when walking past her recording room he would have to hold in chuckles as he listened to the way he broke these simps—- managing to add sex appeal to each insult.

⍟ he would immediately agree to the idea of him joining you in a stream. all he asked in return was for you to try a new dish he had been experimenting with. he was a very simply boyfriend to please.

“have you ever made someone feel like this? i already know the answer.”

y/n’s hand caressed osamu’s head as she rode his cock in reverse cowgirl. they sat in her favorite chair so that their viewers could see the way his face twisted in pleasure, mind too dazed to provide any additional commentary. “look at my pretty boy.. this pussy was made just for him.. wasn’t it baby?”. osamu could do nothing but nod, hands gripping her hips firmly as she started to guide her down into his thrusts— low groans coming out loud enough for her and her only. he was sure to bury his head in her neck every so often, marking her up to show the lames watching exactly who she belonged to. his hands couldn’t get enough of touching her, groping and pulling on her nipples as his hand snaked around to give her clit much needed attention.

it wasn’t long before he said “fuck the stream”, now bending y/n over to where her face sat directly in frame, eyes crossed in ecstasy. finally focusing them she smirked, brows furrowed as he filled her up to her gut. “daddy’s fucking me so good.. you could never experience this— how embarrassing is that” she laughed, being cut off quickly with another moan. the tips were nonstop until the stream ended, y/n completely disregarding any and every donation as her pretty boy proved exactly why she was his and his only.

⍟ osamu had never had a crush on someone for this long, nor had he liked someone this hard. not hard enough for him to be clicking through his favorite webcam site— hoping to find someone as beautiful as you.

⍟ who would’ve thought he’d be lucky enough to find you instead! he barely recognized you out of the barista appropriate attire you wore at the coffee shop he visited regularly

“ @chefmiiya thank you for the $100 tip lovely.. this next one goes out to you..”

osamu could do nothing but blush at the way she said his name, cock gripped tightly in his palm as he watched the way you shoved in your lovense— starting the vibrating pattern he requested. he twitched in sensitivity, eyes refusing to blink once he saw how well their body reacted to the toy, brain trying to process how good she looked out of that uniform that truly didn’t do her justice.

after about ten minutes he had no choice but to switch to his fleshlight, groaning shamelessly as he matched y/n’s pace, cock thrusting and stretching the toy that barely provided him the stimulation he needed. he wanted to feel her. he wanted to be the one who had their toes curling, hands gripping onto your sheets as she let out jumbled thanks. honestly, the repeated “holy fuck mr. miya.. you surely know how to please a cunt.. ready to see me cum so hard for you baby?” was more than enough. osamu held in his orgasm until the last second, loads shooting out as soon as he saw her o-face appear.

cleaning up his mess he tried to fully process the fact that y/n was a webcam artist, thoughts quickly being interrupted once he heard a ding.

“yk.. your name looks so familiar..”

[princessofprocrastination]

Not Suitable (Quackity)

MASTERLIST

pairing : quackity x female reader

summary : quackity has always had a specific vision of what he wants his partner to look like and certain qualities he wants in them. unfortunately for you, you are the opposite of what he wants. (ANGST) 

-

as a kid, you loved the whole girly look. you wore dresses, short heels that came in a princess toy set, and wore pink lipstick all the time. 

but as time passed, as you grew older, your look changed completely. you like to say that you simply matured, that it wasn’t at all serious. slowly but surely as you were in your teenage years, your favourite colour became black. 

that didn’t mean you didn’t like pink or these other “girly” colours. sometimes, you’d even incorporate some of those bright colours in your outfits to make a statement. you just seemed to like black, it matches with everything. 

although you kept wearing black outfits or have black or dark nail polish on, your hair never stayed black or a dark colour. you just hated the look of the natural colour on yourself. it sure did fit other people, though. 

you liked to describe your style as trendy. you always follow the trends of recent times and wore what you thought looked good on you. 

-

you sat down next to sapnap, dream in the next room. you and sapnap had been friends since highschool. you skipped a grade, making yourself one of the youngest in that class which meant that you were lonely and no one really wanted to make friends with you. 

but that quickly changed when nick came up to you and offered to eat lunch with you. since then, he had been your soulmate. platonic soulmate. 

of course, being friends with nick meant that you were bound to meet the other two boys that he considered his best friends, too. it just so happens that you, george and clay ended up building an amazing friendship really quickly.

three guy bestfriends. that technically equals to having three big, protective big brothers. they really cared about you and you can see that, even if they often make fun of you. 

nick started his stream, facecam on as you sat on an extra gaming chair that clay had next to nick. you typed away on your phone as he started rambling about random things while waiting for more people to come on. 

apparently today you and nick were meant to play some scary game, you controlling the keyboard, him on the mouse. nick often forgot that it takes you a lot to get scared. 

“we’re making this video inspired by quackity and karl’s stream from a while ago.” nick told his stream, you nodding your head to agree. 

you smiled softly at the name he mentioned. quackity. it was apparent to everyone that you had some sort of crush on him. the small smiles, the little blush that rose to your cheeks if someone were to mention your ship name or tease you about it. 

it was all too obvious. of course the three boys you call your best friends knew, you’d never keep such a secret from them. but no matter how annoying the boys can be, they never once told anyone else about your not-so-little crush. 

but that didn’t mean they didn’t tease you. they enjoyed it whenever your face would turn red, whether it being you’re embarrassed or you’re mad. 

the only weird part is that nowadays, they don’t even bother to tease you anymore, not like they used to. you knew they were hiding something from you, you just didn’t know what they were hiding. 

for example, you seated next to sapnap, grinning as he mentions quackity’s name. he would never let you live down that moment. he’d tease you senseless. but this time, he only glanced at you and looked back to the stream.

and what was that? seemed like a pity glance. almost looked like he felt bad. 

you two continued the stream as the ‘scared counter’ keeps going up as sapnap keeps getting scared, you constantly laughing at him. 

“HOW ARE YOU NOT EVEN FLINCHING?” nick screams in your ear. 

“cause i’m not a pussy.” you answered him simply. 

“oh shut up, will you.” he rolled his eyes, you laughed at him being a scaredy-cat. 

you two played for a while more as the counter on the bottom left of the stream screen gets higher and higher. soon enough it reached it’s limit which meant that sapnap needed to end his stream. 

-

it was weird how time works. one second, things were mellow and slow, just like how your everyday is, and the next second, your name was trending everywhere. 

you didn’t even want to check why at first, since you knew how weird and surprising your followers are.

“dude, you need to check twitter.” nick told you in a hurry while he runs from the second floor, to the kitchen in the first floor where you were sitting, editing a video for your channel. 

so you did exactly that. you scrolled through the trending page and clicked on your name. then, you saw hundreds, if not thousands edits and videos of quackity and your video. 

the video of yours that was posted was the part when you smiled at the mention on quackity’s name but as you scrolled more, it seemed that everyone had dug through and collected snippets of you blushing or smiling when quackity was mentioned or when you were on call with him. 

you and quackity were no stranger to each other. the two of you knew each other, sapnap and him being friends and all. you just couldn’t help but fall for him. he’s just extremely charming. 

although your exterior showed otherwise, you really swooned just by looking at his pictures. 

and that’s why all the stans are going crazy. they didn’t think you’d fall for someone, especially not a man who act like a child on the internet. but you can’t predict people, especially not who they like, or more, love. 

you slowly panicked. this was embarrassing to you. more so that it’s all over the internet. there was no way you could erase all of the posts. 

on the outside, you looked composed, like it didn’t effect you at all. but nick knew you well, he knew you had a million thoughts in your head at that point. 

you were just a second close to getting into a panic attack. “hey, hey. calm down, everything’s good.” nick coos in your ear as he pulls you close to him. he knew that you hated to be left alone when you panic. 

you hated this feeling. it felt so unnecessary and it felt like you were making matters bigger than it actually is. 

but the boys would tell you otherwise, they’d make sure that thought leaves your head as soon as it reached.

your body being rocked back and forth helped you calm down as you slowly start to forget the reason of your panic in the first place. 

-

when you do come back to stream regularly, you tried to play off like nothing had happened, like it was all a dream. 

that is one bad habit you couldn’t get rid of for some reason. you liked to just run away from your problems, big or small. you would often play it off like it didn’t matter to you, eventhough it is very much the opposite. 

you’re just scared of getting hurt. you didn’t want to hear the rejection, you could never brace yourself for that kind of pain. 

but somehow this was different. you braced yourself. you didn’t know what drove you to it, but you did. maybe it was the small signs your friends showed you that you never noticed. it was like you knew that rejection was bound to happen, and that this one would hurt the most. 

you told yourself that you would never let yourself get hurt over someone, especially males. it just never made sense. they were never really worth your time, anyways. 

although personally you’ve never ended a relationship of yours badly, just maturely, you’ve read and heard how painful relationships can be. and you never understood why people kept going back into relationships when they hurt so much. 

but you get it. he’s simply addicting. you felt like you couldn’t distance yourself from him. but you needed to. and you knew that. all your friends told you that. 

you weren’t going to let some man put you down because of what you look like. 

granted, it hurt at first, but you learnt to heal, you learnt that although he probably isn’t going to be the only man who hurts you, you needed to suck it up and not show him the pain you felt. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

to summarise it all. quackity finally beat around the bush and came out with a statement on his own on his stream. 

content creators or public figures often learn that they need to leave things for private, that they can’t spill everything out for people to hear. that causes drama. 

but he didn’t stand back at all. everything he thought about you was shared on stream for all his viewers to know. maybe you liked him for his persona after all, not the real him. 

-

“talk about it?” quackity read his donation. 

“sure, i will.” he started. here it comes. 

nick told you that in order to heal and move past the pain quickly, you can’t run away from your problems, to face the current issue. so he made you watch quackity’s stream. 

you didn’t feel like shedding a single tear today because of how exhausted you are from crying for hours on end, but still agreed to your bestfriend’s wishes to sit through a long stream. 

to be honest, you weren’t expecting him to speak on it, given the amount of time he’s waited. it’s been a couple months since it happened so you could only imagine the shock of his viewers when he finally did say something. 

maybe the constant spam finally got to him.

“she’s not my type, chat.” he said. oh, that wasn’t so bad. no pain just yet. 

“she’s far from it.” okay that pinched you a little. were you really that bad. you waited for his explanation. 

“she looks so emo all the time, it’s scares me. does she ever not wear black?” ouch. and yes, yes you do.

“she’s just not what i like in women. i like soft girls who are respectful and know when to keep their mouth shut and definitely a little more conservative.” whoa. okay, maybe that hurt extra than the rest. 

you turned to nick, he had the same shocked look on his face, clearly not expecting to hear that come out of his good friend’s mouth, especially on stream. 

quackity doesn’t end there. he pulls out his phone, typing away. soon he pulled up a picture of you from your instagram account, showing his stream. 

“she looks like she barely graduated highschool. she’s not one with a future, chat. just stop shipping us. i don’t like that.” he finally finishes, locking his phone and putting it down, continuing playing his game from earlier. 

you closed your eyes for a while, trying to process it all. 

“are you going to cry?” your bestfriend says from next to you. you shook your head. 

“i’m furious.” you told him, voice soft but slightly menacing. 

“holy shit. i’ve been waiting for this.” nick says, jumping in his seat. you knew exactly what he meant. 

you aren’t the type to get mad. you only got mad jokingly. and as much as you look emo and depressed all the time, you’re practically a walking sunshine, you just don’t show it due to your resting bitch face. 

and although nick and you have been friends for god knows how long, it wasn’t often he saw you mad. and it excites him to see you enraged, to say the least. to him, you always ‘pop off’ when you’re mad. 

you made sure you cooled off slightly before you go off on the man. you didn’t want to do things you would regret, after all. but to you, you didn’t think you’d regret anything at this point. 

you waited a couple days before you tweeted something. 

it was simple, your tweet. just two photos. first, it was a photo of your acceptance letter to harvard law school from a year ago, followed by a photo of you carrying thick and heavy textbooks for school that was taken by nick when he visited you in campus. 

it was captioned, “not one with a future.” simple, but it was obvious that this was going to blow up. you looked up from your phone to nick before you tweeted it. 

you two shared a smile. a grin, if you will. it was like the two of you knew what that tweet would do. 

you knew this was going to be surprising to your followers, too. you’ve never spoken about going to school after highschool. sure, if they scrolled far enough on your channel and listened through everything, they might know you skipped grades, which was the reason you met nick but most of them didn’t know. and you didn’t blame them. 

what you would blame them for is that they sat and listened to everything quackity said in that stream. they all thought you were just one dumb, depressed girl who had no future. one that relied on a social media career. 

only if they knew how wrong they are. well, that didn’t matter now. they all knew. 

that was the only tweet you sent out regarding the matter. you didn’t want to prolong it, it isn’t worth your time.

when you did stream a couple days after you sent out that tweet, your twitch viewers sky-rocketed. it was weird, almost. but they weren’t there to patronise you. the opposite, really. they said sweet words, donated generous amounts and gifted plenty of subs. 

you would answer questions as donations slowly came in. and one in particular caught you eye.

“why aren’t you in school.” the monotoned woman asked. 

“i’m not currently in school because it is closed due to the pandemic. but i’m currently attending it online.” you answered swiftly, not really focused on the question but more to the parkour you were doing. 

from time to time, your eyes glanced at your chat to see if they said anything that caught your eye, apart from the ones that bashed you for liking their favourite content creator. 

it cracked you up to see how far stans would go to protect their favourite creators. granted, it made you feel a little envious seeing how many people unfollowed you when the drama happened. you wanted to know just who would stand with you, besides your actual friends. 

“what would you describe your style?” the monotonous woman spoke once again as a donation came in. 

“thank you for the 10.” you started, and then pausing to actually think about it before you answered. 

“i think my style is a little more dark but not emo, as most people call it. i also don’t dress conservative.” you finished, feeling good about your answer. 

you were not brought up in a conservative family, so that was shown in the way you dressed. no, you never really left the house in your bra and jeans, not saying that style isn’t cute, but you never stopped yourself from showing a little bit of skin. 

you also were not the type to get insecure, so reading through comments on your posts have never really affected you. but there was something about the comment quackity said that made you rethink about a lot of things. 

you hated that feeling, though. you hated that you let a man say things about you and made you feel apologetic about it. you knew it should never be like that. why did you let a man step all over you? it irked you that you stooped so low. 

things also never got easy after the little drama. sure, you gained a little more publicity, but you felt nauseous knowing what attracted them. you’re just now constantly reminded how you got a higher number of following. 

nonetheless, you’re grateful for the platform given to you, although this wasn’t the path you chose to take. 

it didn’t take you long to recover from the tiny insecurity you found yourself having. you started not caring even more, posting even more photos of you. some might say you grew to be a narcissist. 

but you enjoyed it. it showed people just how much you grew and learnt from what happened. 

you’re glad you moved forward from it and never dwelled on the things he said about you. 

also, did you mention that quackity apologised? 

guess not. 

Part 2

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Huan Beifong x female airbender part 2

Part one here

Part three here

Tagged: @kakashisrighteyeball​  because you wanted more Huan ;)

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After weeks of awkwardness, Wei and Wing’s meddling and your father’s unprovoked attack of Huan, the two of you finally start dating....

Your first date with Huan was a resounding success and from them on you were both constantly travelling between Zafou and Republic City for more. When you came to Zafou Su was fine with you staying in their home but your father was not as progressive and so Huan was forced to find other arrangements when visiting Republic City. Huan startled his aunt Lin by basically showing up on her doorstep one day, calling payment for 18 years of ignoring his existence. Huan was never one to seek people out or force them to let him live there but when it came to you he was very determined and so even Lin Beifong couldn’t deter him.

The Beifongs were all amused by your effect on Huan and Su soon learnt that if she wanted Huan to do something she just had to incorporate you into the situation.

"Huan theres an event i need you to attend...". "No". "You can bring y/n". "Fine".

"Huan your father needs your help". "No". "If you help him you can go to the fire nation and visit y/n this summer". "Okay".

"Huan i need you to...". "No". "If you do i’ll let you invite y/n over the week Wing and Wei are away". "Deal".

You became her favourite barganing chip and as much as Huan knew what his mother was doing he didn’t care. The benefits of seeing you outweighed any chore or social event she required of him. But it wasn’t that Huan had become weak or whipped, nor had his personality changed. Instead it was small behavioural changes. Like how Huan walked or sat in a room. We was still introvereted and quiet but they all noticed how much his confidence has grown. He was confident in his differences now and didn’t take offence to their confusion with his “oddities”. You’d encouraged him to try things he didn’t think of and the permanent stream of positivity and support seemed to make Huan thrive.

A great example of this was the event Huan was hosting in Republic City. You had managed to convince Huan to show some of his works in Republic City for a charity event. You told him it was for a great cause (refugees from harmonic convergence) and would boost his artistic repuation. So Huan agreed to host the event and auction off some of his best pieces of work (but of course not the painting he made for you). You were so excited for the reception you knew Huan’s art would get and helped in any way you could. Tenzin, Korra, Suyin and (reluctantly) your father all put togther their contacts meaning the event was fully booked and you just knew everyone would love Huan’s work. But you also knew Huan wasn’t as thrilled as you...he was a nervous wreck to put it accurately. Half the appeal of becoming an artist was he couldn’t be judged by objective measures and an exhibition put him right in the centre of critique from all of the four nations and that thought did not thrill Huan.

Needless to say the closer the event got the more stressed Huan became and the journey over to Republic City from Zafou was not pretty. According to Wing he didn’t stop shouting and snapping at everyone until he saw got off the airship and saw you. Then he mellowed and they were all very annoyed you hadn’t been invited for the journey. Unsuprisingly you were enthusiastically invited to the hotel suite to spend the day with the Biefongs before the event later that evening. You knew you were mainly just there as a destressor for Huan but you didn’t mind, you’d gotten him into this so you had to help get him through it.

You lounged around with Huan for the remainder of the day, just trying to take his mind off the event later but it was honestly an amazing day. You loved just spending time together and didn’t get many opportunities living so far away from each other so you royally made the most of it. However, your lazy day did have to end as the event crept closer and you had to leave to go prepare for it.  You told Huan and he sighed "but it's still hours away, you don’t have to go just yet...". You smirked "i know what you're trying, we're not procrastinating, i'm going to go get ready and you’re going to start getting ready when i leave and then i will see you there". Huan rolled his eyes but nodded "okay". "I'll try and get their early but the whole families coming so I will definitely be late but i just wanted to tell you how proud of you i am". Huan blushed, he still hadn’t gotten used to you being so open about your feelings and praise. He tried to look away but you pulled him hands to make him look at you. Huan still tried to turn away and a tug war ensued and ended up with you yanked beside him on the sofa laughing. "Huan i will pin you down if i have to”" you cried but Huan only smiled "fine by me". You rolled your eyes but still smiled brightly at him "You will do brilliantly okay? Everyone who's coming is going to see how amazing you are and you're going to get recognition for all your hard work". Huan sighed but you could see the hope in his eyes "fine okay". You smiled and looked at him "i know part of you is slightly excited". Huan shook his head "not really". You kissed him suprising him and Huan started to kiss you back when you pulled away "admit you’re excited or i'll never kiss you again". "Y/n" Huan groaned but you smirked "say it!". "Fine i'm excited" he sighed and you grinned. You went to get up but Huan grabbed you lightly "hey wait i did it! You have to kiss me! That's the rules". "I didn't say right away" you smirked and Huan raised an eyebrow. You wriggled out of his arms but Huan followed you. He knew you could easily overpower him or use bending if you wanted to get away from him but you clearly didn't want that. You outmaneuvered Huan for a short while before conveniently falling back into his grasp, laughing as Huan managed to grab you. He finally had you *trapped* on the sofa and smirked down at you "going to kiss me now?". "Fine" you sighed rolling your eyes in an imitation of him before bobbing your head up to kiss him happily. Huan had never really cared about relationships or affection until he met you. He always found it disgusting seeing couples kiss but when it was you and him it was just amazing. You broke away from the kiss after a while and Huan sighed. "I really have to go" you told him and Huan sighed "five more minutes". "No" you giggled pushing him off you "i'll see you at the party" and with a last smile you were gone.

5 hours later

Hours and numerous bribes (to make Ikki and Jinora stopping arguing just so you could get them both out of the door) later your whole family plus the avatar  arrived at the hall where Huan's event was. You made sure your outfit was still presentable and entered the hall. You'd chosen a green dress the exact shade of the streak in Huan's hair. It had taken you and Asami hours to find it but when you did you were so pleased and Huan’s reaction made it all worth it. When you finally entered Huan was talking with some nobel man but stopped mid sentence catching sight of you. Korra smirked noticing and you blushed shooting Huan a smile. As soon as he could Huan made his way over to you "you look beautiful" he smiled and you nodded "so do you". Huan was in an all black suit and looked so smart. "Very handsome" you smiled and Huan blushed. "The green was a suprise?" he commented and you smirked "i’m glad you like it, it took me ages to find this exact shade too but you're worth it". Huan smiled, he wanted to kiss you but knew everyone was watching him which mean he probably shouldn’t. "So how's it going?" you asked taking his arm. He smiled "actually pretty good, some men your father knows from the fire nation might be interested in purchasing some sculptures for the capital". You nodded "they would look good in the fire nation, they're very fire-esc". Huan grinned and you heard a cough. You turned around and felt Huan tense at who was infront of you. “General Iroh” you smiled recognising the close friend of your father “I’m so glad you could attend”. Iroh smiled back “of course, Bumi has been talking non stop about this Huan person, so when I heard you were having an exibition I had to come”. “Thank you sir” Huan nodded to him, a little stunned the future fire lord had actually turned up. Huan seemed to be momentarily struggling with words so you took over the conversation. “Are you enjoying yourself so far? What do you think of the art?” you asked and Huan tensed even more. Iroh frowned “well you know y/n were not great appreciators of art in the fire nation, so I have to admit my opinion is only that of a rookie but I am honestly very impressed” Iroh grinned and Huan raised an eyebrow “you are?”. Iroh nodded “this new art is so fresh and un-fire nation I think it’s exactly what we need, a fresh perspective” Iroh nodded and Huan nodded back “wow that’s...thank you”. You grinned at Huan’s adorable reaction to praise of his work and held his arm tighter. “Now like I said I won’t pretend to be an expert but maybe you could indulge me” Iroh went on “what was your thought process for the harmonic convergence pieces?". You watched Huan relax, now in his favourite domain, as he begun to explain his process to Iroh. The more he spoke about his art the more enthusiastic he became, the colour coming back to his cheeks as he proudly discussed his work. You were with the future fire lord but you couldn’t stop staring at your boyfriend and how amazing and adorable he was.  

3 hours later

Huan switched the lights to his room on and with a dramatic sigh collapsed on the sofa “that was nice but i’m done being social for a while”. You laughed but totally agreed, Huan desereved all the time off he wanted after the success he just had. Every single one of his pieces had sold raising a huge amount for the refugees.. Huan’s name had been thoroughly publicised and you figured everyone in the art world would know who he was now. He was bound to get an influx of attention and projects soon so for now he deserved to rest. Huan’s family were back in the living room celebrating but Huan was socalised out so you happily retreated into his room with him. Huan had his eyes closed, savouring the wonderful silence and you smiled down at him. You brushed a piece of hair out of his face and admired his content expression. Huan’s olive eyes flickered open and he smiled pulling you to lay beside him. He turned on his side to face you and you felt him watching you. You suspected he was thinking of how to tell you something. Huan sometimes struggled expressing hismelf verbally so you’d learnt to just give him time and not to rush him. “Thank you” Huan said suddenly and you paused “for what?”. Huan tutted “where do i start? For organising this whole thing, for using your contacts to get everyone from water tribe inventors to fire nation royalty to come, for encouraging me” he trailed off “I never imagined I could do something like this but you just...had this faith in me”. “Of course I did” you smiled “you’re the most talented man I know! I knew that from when I first saw you and now everyone knows it!”. Huan blushed bashfully so you saved him the effort of a response and kissed him softly. Huan wasn’t one for overly aggresive or full on affection but that was just fine with you. You liked the soft sweet kisses better than the dominant harsh ones and Huan seemed to agree. He blinked dazed as you pulled away and you smiled at him “plus you don’t need to thank me, i’d do anything for you”. Huan believed you, that wasn’t just an empty promise, you really meant it and he knew you truly would do anything as long as it made him happy. He also knew he’d do the exact same for you and was thinking of a way to put it into words when there was a knock on his door.

"Huan y/n’s father is downstairs waiting to walk her home" his aunt Lin called through the door and Huan sighed “I don’t want you to go”. “Me either” you agreed and Huan pouted "I wish you could just stay over". You smiled but blushed "me too but I don’t think telling my dad i’ll be spend the night at yours would go down well". Huan sighed but knew you were right so nodded. You got off the sofa and he followed. "I’ll walk you out". You smiled as he led your downstairs to the lobby where your father was waiting. "Sir" Huan nodded and your father nodded stiffly before pausing "congratulations tonight kid". Huan smiled "thank you". You smiled watching them and stepped beside your father. "Well we should be going, goodnight Huan and well done again" you smiled hugging him tightly "i knew you could do it". Huan was blushing as you pulled away but he smiled "thank y/n". You grinned to see his smile and then followed your dad out of the building.

1 day later

The next day the house was uncharacteristically quiet due to all the excitement the night before. You were in the kitchen with Pema, everyone else dotted through the house in varying stages of wakefulness, when you heard someone yelling your name. You heard the noise getting closer and stepped outside to see Huan running up the path. "Huan?" You smiled, he'd never been to air temple island before so this was a nice suprise. You were just thinking about what part of the island you’d love to show him first when Huan burst with his news. "Y/n look what came this morning" Huan cried, unbothered as a small crowd of your family gathered upon hearing an event unfolding. Huan passed you an envelope and you carefully took out the letter within. It was the finest paper you’d ever felt and the colour such a deep red you should’ve guessed which nation it was from. When you read the letter you almost dropped it in suprise “Huan!”. “I know” he cried as you wrapped him in a giant hug. “Well we don’t know so mind telling us?” Bolin called. "The firelord wants Huan to design some artwork for her palace". The others all exploded into sounds of suprise and cheers but Huan didn’t even notice them. "Iroh Junior must’ve told her about it and now she wants to meet me and have me comission something! Y/n this is all because of you". "No it's not" you pushed him "Huan this is you, all you! This is because you're an amazing artist". Huan blushed but didn’t refuse the compliment which you saw as progress. "She wants to meet with me personally! Y/n will you come with me?" Huan asked "i’ve never been to the fire nation let alone the palace". You nodded "of course! You can stay at our home and we can tour all the city! Huan you're going to love it! You can even stay in our guest room as long as you need!" you were offering when you heard a cough. You turned to see your father stood right behind you an unimpressed look on his face at your offer and paused. "Ow i mean...dad can Huan please stay with us?". Bumi raised an eyebrow before nodding "yes i suppose so". You were both suprised at that and you flung your arms around your dad "thanks dad you're the best!". "Yes well don't make me regret it" he said trying to be stern. Boomi had tried being the stern authoritarian parent but he much more prefered to see you happy than upset, so found it hard to pretend to be serious. He didn't really worry about Huan staying at your home, he trusted you and so he trusted this boy. He just had to act stern to keep Huan on his toes for a while longer....then he could admit he actually liked the boy and approved of this match.

Bumi smiled watching you animatedly tell Huan every single sight you were going to show him in the fire nation and his smile grew at how bewildered Huan clearly was but how he was nodding along for your benefit. Bumi could see how much Huan adored you and decided losing you to him would be okay, if you had to grow up and start dating someone he was glad it was Huan Beifong.

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I was so pleasantly suprised by how many Huan fans there are out there! He is definitely the most under-rated Beifong so this is for Huan rights!!!

I might do a part 3 with them actually going to the fire nation, meeting Izumi etc  but i’ll see :)

[grovyrosegirl]

For the 100 I love you prompt, Rosie and Raymond from Animal Crossing, and the number being 44.

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.” 

Author’s Note: Alright so, just a disclaimer, this is my first time writing something for Animal Crossing. I also don’t have either Raymond nor Rosie in my game, so if their characterizations feel a bit off, sorry about that! I kinda had to base it off of what I know about villager personality types (And I know that Raymond’s popular, so I tried my best). One last thing, I had to change “drive” to “take” because I’m not sure how to incorporate cars into the setting that normally doesn’t have them. 

With all that said, I hope you enjoy!

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Raymond the cat was still getting used to how quiet his new home was compared to his old one. Before moving to the island, he’d lived in a loud, bustling city on the mainland. During his first night in his new house set up by the Island Representative, it was jarring to fall asleep without having to tune out the sounds of car horns and crowds. The only sounds at night here were the buzzing of cicadas, and somehow, they bothered Raymond more than sirens.

Of course, that wasn’t to say there wasn’t any noise on the island. Raymond found that the island was much more noisy during the daytime. And it was all because of his new neighbors. They were an energetic bunch, to put it nicely. Everyday, he would find them chasing each other in games of tag, gathering in the plaza to sing songs together, or having incredibly detailed, ongoing debates about what genre of movies was the best one.

(Deli said comedy. Knox insisted on historical drama. Rosie argued for musicals. Lucy always tried to ease the tension in those debates while also passive aggressively adding in her own opinion that romance was better.)

Perhaps the biggest difference between his city neighbors and his island neighbors was how much they simply interacted with one another on a daily basis. Raymond could barely remember most of his city neighbors’ names. Everyone there was always in such a big rush, nobody stopped to chat or wave hello or sit around to look at a passing butterfly or sit down in the shade of a tree…

The Island Rep. was always stopping by to check in on him since his move onto the island. Their most recent conversation shifted to the topic of his neighbors.

“You should come by the plaza more often,” they’d suggested one morning over tea. “Sometimes we have yoga in the morning, or we do mini fashion shows when Label is visiting. Everyone always has a lot of fun, and we’d love to have you!”

“Maybe,” Raymond replied casually, “I dunno, crisp, I’m more of an indoor cat.”

He could always tell there was disappointment in their expression at his answer, but the Island Rep. simply nodded and smiled, “Well, stop by whenever you feel like it. You’re always welcome.”

They meant well, Raymond knew that. And he appreciated that they accepted his refusal with grace.

He couldn’t say the same for his next-door neighbor. Rosie was a cat like him, but she couldn’t have been more different. Rosie was loud, peppy, and always full of energy. Raymond would typically find her with Lucy going on and on about the latest pop stars, or he would hear her singing out loud to herself while browsing Nook’s Cranny. She wore bright, colorful outfits even on the rainy days. On the sunny days, she had a collection of funny-shaped sunglasses she liked to wear. Heart-shaped glasses on the weekdays, star-shaped glasses on the weekends. She was also far more persistent in her attempts to get Raymond outside than the other island residents.

Every morning, he could expect a knock on his door and an invitation to walk with her or join her and the others for some shopping at Nook’s Cranny. Maybe his mistake was always saying a polite, “Not today, maybe later!” whenever he rejected it, it always left room for the possibility of tomorrow being the day that Rosie would finally get her walk with him.

But one morning, Raymond was able to finish his tea without hearing a single knock on the door. And it worried him.

Well, not at first. At first, he was revealed. Finally it seemed he could have a day off from awkwardly making up an excuse to reject her offers to spend time together. He even got the chance to finish his morning tea without interruption and settle down to read a book.

Minutes passed. There was still no knock. What a relief.

More minutes passed. Silence. This was good.

Even more minutes passed. Absolute and utter quiet. ...Right?

A sinking feeling in his gut, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, forced Raymond to step outside of his house to look for her. A list of every worst case scenario filing into a neat folder in his head. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to find Rosie. She was sitting on the cobblestone path between their houses, looking down at something.

Raymond sighed with relief before walking over to her, “Rosie, what are you--”

He stopped immediately when he heard a sniffle from the cerulean cat. At the sound of his voice, Rosie looked up at him. Her big eyes were flooding with tears, and a noticeable red bump was on her forehead. She sniffled again.

“Oh my gosh!” Raymond immediately knelt beside her to look at the bump. “What happened?!”

Rosie whimpered and moved one paw to rub at the bump. After a few more sobs and sniffs, she regained enough composure to tell him, “There--There was this rumor going around that if you shake certain trees, bells will fall out. I...I wanted to see if it was true, since I’ve been saving up for something. But when I went to shake the tree, a wasps nest fell out instead! I ran as fast as I could, but one of them got me right on the head! ”

“Geez,” He sighed, “who told you that there were bells in the trees?”

Rosie wiped at her tears as she said, “Um...well, Deli told me, but he heard it from Pecan, who heard it from Knox, who heard it from that Redd guy that comes on the boat sometimes--”

“You know what, nevermind,” Raymond shook his head, “let’s just get that wasp sting checked out, okay?”

Rosie nodded, “Ok-Okay. Thanks Raymond.”

“Come on,” He held out his paw to her, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

She gave him a strange look as she took his paw and stood up, “Hospital? Our island doesn’t have a hospital.”

Raymond paused, “No hospital?”

“Nope,” said Rosie. She pondered for a moment, “I think the Island Rep. does have medicine stored up though.”

“Then I guess we’re going to the Island Rep’s house,” said Raymond. He started moving, keeping his paw held to Rosie’s.

As they headed across the paths, Raymond couldn’t help but notice some of the island’s scenery along their walk. He’d never realized how many different types of flowers were growing aside the roads. He saw windflowers, roses, carnations, lilies, hyacinths, and each type of flower grew in a variety of colors. And the flowers were nothing in comparison to the trees that towered above them.

They went over one of the island’s bridges, and Raymond could swear he spotted a rare fish swimming along in the stream.

And finally, when they passed the plaza, Raymond spotted Tom Nook and Isabelle from the Resident Services setting up a circle of wooden stools around in the plaza’s center. A small poster on the town’s message board advertised an evening concert by the legendary K.K. Slider. He saw the date and realized that it was happening tonight.

His observations were interrupted by the sound of Rosie giggling behind him.

“What’s so funny?” Raymond said with a turn of his head.

“I just realized,” Rosie replied with a goofy grin, “I finally got you to take a walk with me! Wow, I should get stung by wasps more often!”

He nervously chuckled, “Please don’t.”

“I’m kidding, silly. But thanks again for walking with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Raymond paused. They were almost at the Island Rep’s house. “Say, Rosie?”

“What is it, Raymond?”

He looked away, a small blush forming on his cheeks, as he muttered out, “Do you...do you wanna come with me to K.K. Slider’s concert tonight? I mean, after we get this wasp sting better.”

Rosie let go of his paw and happily swung around so that they were making eye contact again. Raymond nearly flinched from the sudden movement, but the smile on her face eased it.

“I’d love to!”

[webitpress-blog]

Going hands-on and in the background at the Plume Wi-Fi HQ We like the minor pluggable Wi-Fi work framework—and here's the manner by which they composed it.

Part of the survey procedure for Ars Technica's first round of work testing was conversing with the general population and organizations who fabricate the gadgets. For set up organizations like Google or Netgear, you're never certain who you'll get—yet for new companies, who so far are throwing long shadows in the Wi-Fi Mesh field, you're probably going to get somebody on-one time with the CEO or founder.Plume was no special case, and I had a long converse with CEO Fahri Diner. Fahri made it clear from the begin that Plume wasn't about the common Wi-Fi "sense of self measuring stick"— i.e., setting up a solitary gadget super near the AP in totally perfect conditions and attempting to get the greatest number that you can. Genuine Wi-Fi workloads that genuine clients put their hardware accountable for are a completely unique issue, he stated, and that—not the e-peen measuring challenge—was the issue Plume was intended to tackle.

It's anything but difficult to wave this sort of discourse off as astute advertising BS. Be that as it may, I was more disposed to fully trust it than I may somehow or another have been, since Plume had recently done to a great degree well in my own testing. I attempt to make my testing as pertinent to true conditions as could be allowed—I test in a genuine house, with true separations, inside dividers, outside dividers, and furniture in the middle of hubs and customer gadgets. Before utilizing any manufactured instruments (like iPerf), I even test gadgets against genuine conventions (HTTP, SMB/CIFS, et cetera) to ensure they create identical outcomes.

Incredibly—in spite of his gadgets having done to a great degree well in my tests—Fahri waved my outcomes off, as well. I was still simply testing a solitary gadget at any given moment, and he didn't believe that truly mattered. (I'm not going to mislead anybody; his words stung.) He clarified that Plume was planned to make the whole system quick and dependable, not only one gadget at once.

Fahri went ahead to portray his test office in Menlo Park, California, where he rented a multi-story home and set it up, not simply with Plume cases, but rather with the gadgets of a couple of contenders. Macbooks were scattered all through the house and furnished with a test application intended to copy workloads like 4K video gushing, VOIP calls, Internet downloads, and Skype sessions. This house is where things become real, as Plume tests cycles of its "cloud streamlining agent" calculation—if four 4K TV video streams, a 40mbps download, two VOIP calls, and a Skype session won't all work on the double, then test failed.This seemed like one serious setup, so when Fahri welcomed me to Menlo Park to visit both Plume HQ and the test office, I snatched a plane and took off.

Tuft HQ

My first stop in the wake of getting to California—unless you check resting off the across the nation fly slack—was a morning spent in Plume's central command office. The HQ is a respectably measured open-arrangement office upstairs from a nail salon. For a declared private venture sort like me, the unassuming setting and controlled tumult inside felt all the more "genuine" than mammoth endeavor grounds tend to.CEO Fahri Diner met me at the entryway and scarcely figured out how to overcome "hi" before committing sad remarks about the error he'd made propelling Plume for iOS as it were. He said he's resolved to full Android bolster in February. To compensate for the accidental slight to Android clients, Plume is likewise propelling another, additional point by point topology see on the Android customer first. Fahri just had a little time for talk before leaving to go deal with CEO things, however he gave me over to prime supporter and item chief Adam Hotchkiss and design Bill McFarland.

In the wake of swimming through the 3D squares, I settled in with Adam and Bill for a Powerpoint session. We spoke somewhat about Plume's cloud foundation—a great blend of RabbitMQ message lining, MQTT sensor telemetry, and the capacity and rationale modules expected to comprehend everything—and somewhat about Plume's forthcoming business techniques. In particular, Plume is banding together with Sagemcom Broadband, a French producer of ISP edge gadgets (read: link modems, DSL modems, and so on.), to give ISP-conveyed work organizing arrangements. This could be cool, since it addresses one of the independent Plume setup's bigger shortcomings—the absence of a different ethernet-port "base station" for a wired system—and in addition opening up a conceivably vast income stream for Plume itself.If this model takes off, Adam clarified, the vision is for Plume's control operator programming to be locally introduced on an ever increasing number of gadgets—private doors, set-beat boxes, et cetera. This likewise implies requiring less independent get to focuses. In the event that the set-best box playing motion pictures to your TV can likewise go about as a Wi-Fi get to point for your tablet, then is there any good reason why it shouldn't? The greater part of this discussion of private entryways and set-best boxes drove home a point that I'd as of now suspected: while Plume is glad for its equipment configuration, it's not the organization's raison d'etre. What Plume is truly amped up for is that "cloud enhancer" stuff.

What Plume is truly amped up for is that "cloud analyzer" stuff.

Powerpoint-and-espresso time closed, I went through a couple of minutes with Adam jabbing at arcane hardware around the labs. The units aren't produced here, yet they are tried and (re)designed here. A few rooms in the back were covered with segregation clamshells, stoves, and Wi-Fi tents with home-fermented test mounts and sensors inside. On the off chance that the Mythbusters at any point got back together to expose Wi-Fi myths, it would look a ton like this.One of the lab rooms had a receptacle of Plume units in different phases of (dis)assembly, so I got regarded to an equipment teardown as Adam called attention to the remarkable elements to me. Inside the little packaging, each Plume unit is a double band AC1200 get to point/switch with a gigabit Ethernet port, a power supply, and some warmth spreaders to keep it cool to the touch. I don't know what I anticipated that would see, but rather it unquestionably wasn't something this thick. No space is squandered inside a Plume unit.

"No client serviceable parts inside."

The Blinkenlights screen you find out of sight is the show for a modestly top of the line RF range analyzer.

The Test House

After the visit through the labs, we got lunch while in transit to what I was truly there for—the test office, and a couple of hours spent torment testing both Plume and its competitors.The test house itself is the thing that South Carolina calls "a modestly estimated house" and what California calls "freakin' enormous"— four rooms and three lavatories in two stories and 2,400 square feet, excluding the two-auto carport on the base floor. Beside the carport, the ground floor territory is for the most part open-arrangement kitchen/lounge/lounge area space. The house is outfitted like individuals in reality live there, including test Macbooks set up in spots where they'd likely be, all things considered—however, with a couple of more silver conduit tape "X" marks for testing focuses than in any other individual's home yet mine.One huge takeoff from the "simply like a genuine house" theme was the Price Is Right pile of item boxes in the carport. The thought behind the show is to legitimize burning through $329 on a six-pack of Plume by demonstrating the amount you've spent on the gadgets it'll bolster. The show isn't implausible, regardless of the possibility that the general population from Plume have kitsched it up Bob Barker style. It wasn't generally there for my advantage, however—Adam was less inspired by demonstrating to me the show than he was in indicating out the broad metallic ducting and protection wrap on the HVAC framework, which he said made more multi-pathing bothers than they expected at first.

Whatever is left of the house was essentially only a house—correct, that is a room, that is a lavatory, here's a story about how a shower slow down made more multi-way issues, and that is the most "troublesome" spot in the house for a solitary switch to reach.Walk-through entire, Adam and I made a beeline for the lounge room, joined by architect Dave Lin. A 70-inch HDTV lingered above racks loaded down with PCs, switches, switches, stereo gear, a link modem, and enough wire to choke a group of moose. A 24-inch screen on the left, predominated by the enormous TV, shows the yield for a radio-recurrence range analyzer that I'd... all things considered, I wouldn't slaughter for one, however I'd unquestionably jaywalk. Truly glaringly. Directly before a cop who'd had an awful day.

Still, cool (and valuable!) as it seems to be, the RF range analyzer was a sideshow. In the wake of jabbing around at its elements, Adam started up what I came to see, regardless of the possibility that I didn't have any acquaintance with it yet, on the huge TV—Plume's virtual Network Operations Center (NOC).The NOC interface incorporates worldwide insights, for example, "Gadget Happiness," which measures a few things yet fundamentally comes down to "are the things associated with everyone's Plumes getting the stuff they require, when they require, and in enough amount?" But the interface got truly intriguing when Adam bored straightforwardly to the test house's Plume arrange itself, which dwells in an extraordinary "Dogfood" pool of Plumes having a place for the most part with Plume representatives. "Dogfood" Plumes get an additionally cutting edge set of designs and improvements from the cloud than generation does—this tufts make certain that it won't unleash anything from the "Smart thought, Bad Execution" organizer onto a clueless open.

When we got the test house's system on-screen, Adam penetrated down to a topology view that demonstrated the six Plume cases in the house and all the different customers that associate with them. From that point forward, Adam utilized some shrewd home gadgetry to control the whole arrangement of pods in the house down—and all pods and gadgets vanished from the topo see. At that point he controlled them back on and talked me through them one by one, every one of the six units flew back onto the screen, in no time took after by c .