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misssilversunny · 5 months

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Having thoughts of Incel!Shigaraki obsessed with Idol! Reader

Edit: Just realized I should warn y’all about a Noncon creampie.

MDNI

Like, imagine Shiggy watching every concert live at home. Buying all the merch available and keeping it in a little box in his closet. Buying tickets on a day off and attending because he wanted your true fan to be there supporting you.

You were his saving grace. The one thing that made him truly believe in something after hero society was eradicated. You made life worth living.

There’s multiple attacks during rival idol groups’ performances, as well as boy groups that people were getting a bit too comfortable shipping you with. But there’s never an attack during your performances.

He buys lingerie and sex toys themed after your idol group. Sprays the lingerie with perfume someone found on your dresser during a group AMA video and holds it to his face while fucking his fleshlight. He’s jerked himself raw watching you on more than one occasion. Fantasizing about meet cutes that lead to him fucking you backstage, in an alley, on a train, anywhere.

They’d always start with him making you laugh. He’s heard your laugh so many times that he can’t hear it without getting rock hard. You’d lean up to give him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Such a fucking tease, he’d think. He’d wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you properly. You’d be a panting, needy mess.

He’d whisper in your ear all the things he wanted to do to you, squeezing your sides. You’d murmur something about being in public, and he’d lead you to the closest slightly-secluded area he could find. He’d strip you naked and tell you to be quiet while he fucks you like a mutt.

You’d keep whimpering about how big he was. You were splitting open, you couldn’t take it, slowly morphing into how good he was fucking you, how much you loved him, “Please don’t stop”, “I’m cumming,”.

He’d grit out that he was gonna breed your cunt. You’d beg him to pull out, but he keeps going and as you’re begging him “Not inside, please not inside, you’ll get me pregnant” His hips stutter as he pushed himself as deep as he could reach, cumming inside with a lengthy groan. And it’s so much, it’d spill out around his cock.

He’d pull out and more would spill onto the floor. You’d reach down and touch the mess between your legs, flinching slightly at the stimulation. He’d tuck himself back in his boxers, snap a photo of your used cunt, kiss your cheek, and leave.

Then reality would come crashing back down as he calmed down. He turns to look at the video he was watching, paused on you eating a push pop, leaving rings of lipstick along the length. His cock twitched in his flesh light.

Such a fucking tease.

Shiggy is so gross and mean god I want him.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura smut #shigaraki smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #mdni #18+ mdni #minors dni #18+ only #First drabble what do you think?

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songsbygumi · 7 days

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Don’t sit down ‘cause I moved your chair

| Megumi x reader

Summary- "Expect the unexpected; Kugisaki and Panda are on a mission to get Megumi and you together. The two times, Nobara and Panda set you two up, and the one time they didn't need to do it."

Warnings - reader use a skirt, use of Y/N one time, poor english, one mention of the pronoun her I think its just once I can change it tho.

A/N- This is part of the universe of 'Suck It and See' inspired by Arctic Monkeys' album and Alex Turner's 'Submarine' EP.

Panda didn’t mean to snoop on Maki. I mean, come on, he was just chilling in the classroom waiting for the class to start when Maki barged in, shouting something like, “At this point, we should lock her with Fushiguro in a closet and hope she makes a move.” It took Panda less than five seconds to figure out that the 'her' Maki was talking about was you. He watched Maki leave the room, still clueless about his presence, chatting away with who he thought was Yuta on the phone.

Panda didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but now that he knows, he has to tell Kugisaki, right?

“I think Y/n likes Fushiguro,” Kugisaki eyes widening as she connected the dots in her head. Everything suddenly made sense: how you get all flustered around him, how you always save him the last juice he loves at breakfast and give it to Inumaki to put it in Fushiguro's usual spot, how your face slightly drops when he mentions the date he had with the girl from the coffee shop, your eyes going soft when he talks, and Maki always trying to pair you two up for training. “I think they'd be a great match,” Panda adds, and they both grinned.

You have been waiting for an hour now outside the cinema. Fantastic Beasts is about to start, and Panda isn’t responding to his phone. You were supposed to meet here after spending your day at the shopping center.

“Hey Panda, I am at the entrance. The movie starts in fifteen minutes; you should hurry.” This is the fifth voice message you have left him. With a sigh, you turn your head to the street to see if you can catch him making his way to the theater, and that’s when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” you froze. It couldn’t be. You turned to face him. “Hi,” you blurted out, realizing Megumi Fushiguro stood before you, looking as gorgeous as always, his school uniform replaced by jeans and a hoodie. “Panda told me to let you know he couldn’t make it, but we can still go in if you want,” he offered.

You nodded following him inside, feeling like a little kid. “Ye...ah, cool, fuck Panda” you muttered behind him.

Did Panda invite him without telling you? Does Panda know about you liking him? You couldn’t say for sure.

“I didn’t know you were into Harry Potter,” he remarked, waiting for you. “Yeah... I’m kinda obsessed,” you admitted, blushing a bit, earning a chuckle from Megumi. “I'm kinda obsessed too,” he revealed, grabbing the tickets. You smiled, appreciating his easygoing vibe.

“I’m paying you, just let me know how much I owe you,” you say as the employee hands him the tickets.

“Don’t worry, Gojo sensei gave me enough to buy this whole place,” he says, brushing it off. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Yeah, uhm sure,” you said, swallowing hard, gathering the courage to keep talking.

“You like Harry Potter too, movies or books?” you wonder, not daring to look at his eyes.

His smile made your heart skip a beat. “Are you kidding? Books, of course,” he replied, and you couldn’t help but smile proudly. “Which book is your favorite?”

After a moment of thinking it, he responded, “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.”

“Incorrect” you said playfully, grabbing the popcorn and moving away. “What do you mean incorrect?” he asked, looking amused. “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is right there” you argued, making him laugh.

You held the popcorn a bit too tightly, struggling to focus on the movie. You knew you were doing a bad job because by the end of it, you couldn’t remember a single thing besides Megumi's profile in the light.

As you walked back to school, chatting and feeling more comfortable, you found yourself agreeing with every single opinion of Megumi, encourage him to keep talking about it just because you didn’t have a single clue about what happened; you’ll have to see it again.

Later in your bed, you can’t help but think that maybe talking to Megumi Fushiguro wouldn’t be as difficult as you thought. Maybe you should keep doing it because talking with him was better than just staring at him from afar.

"Maybe you two should go together," Kugisaki suggested, smiling at her idea. Maki raised an eyebrow as she looked at you “It’s fine,” you said aloud. “I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t mind, of course, if you want, Fushiguro?”

Panda managed to hide a satisfied smile from you, but Maki's suspicious look caught him. “Sure thing, I’m down for it. It'd be nice not to deal with a crybaby while hunting for books." he remarked mockingly. “I’m not a cry baby!” Kugisaki protested, and you chuckled at the argument unfolding in front of you.

The library turned out to be smaller than expected, but your eyes lit up at the sight of shelves filled to the brim with books. The soft lighting and the background music of an Arctic Monkeys song made the atmosphere cozy; you could move here in a heartbeat.

“You weren’t lying when you said it was pretty,” you commented, turning to see Megumi standing casually, hands in his pockets, shrugging with a smile. He had a smile that could melt hearts. God, someone needs to make him stop smiling like that at you; he’ll kill you one of these days.

“You haven’t seen the best part” he said, taking your hand and leading you upstairs, making your heart race.

The second floor was packed with even more books, stacked everywhere, and inviting chairs that looked perfect for long reading sessions. It was like stepping into a book lover's dream. “This is amazing,” you whispered, caught up in the moment. Megumi wore a proud smile, happy to share this hidden gem with someone who appreciated it as much as he did. He kept holding your hand for a moment longer, feeling a warmth spread in his chest, before letting go, leaving the pleasant sensation behind.

“Oh my god, look at this Pride and Prejudice edition,” you said, admiring the gold engravings on the cover. “Oh, is that Heartstoppers?” you exclaimed, passing the book you previously held to Megumi.

"If you asked Kugisaki or Panda, they’d say they had never seen Fushiguro smile so much before. He was admiring you from behind, helping you hold the books you picked and reaching the higher manga shelves without complaining. "Looks like it’s going well.” Panda said a bit too loudly, breaking the calm atmosphere. Fushiguro's head turned, and they held the books they were 'reading' higher to cover their faces. “Shut up,” Kugisaki scolded him.

You didn’t notice, too busy looking at all the books, but seriously, did they think Fushiguro Megumi was that stupid to not notice Panda? Whatever they were planning, he will make them spill it, but for now, he had to hold your books.

“Look, that’s one of my favorites,” he pointed with his head at The Song of Achilles, getting into your little bubble again. You took it without questioning him or the book, adding it to the pile.

III

You’ve been craving Matcha for a week now, and you’ve been begging Maki to accompany you to the coffee shop for days. and still every time she answers with "Not all of us are first-grade sorcerers, and yet you still need to practice for the exchange event, which is literally tomorrow."

She’s been relentless; dragging you out for early morning runs at five in the morning so you can practice your hand-to-hand combat skills before seven, insisting, “Your curse technique outperforms at long distance, but what if they get up close? You need to be ready.”

Despite your intense training, all you wanted was a relaxed afternoon sipping on a cold Matcha. Yuta would have easily convinced Maki, you thought, missing your best friend dearly.

“What’s with the long face?” Kugisaki interjected, sitting next to you on the benches, watching Maki kick Panda's butt. “Nobody wants to get Matcha with me,” you pouted. Kugisaki’s brain starts working, but before she can offer to go with you, a male voice interrupts, “I'll go with you,” Fushiguro beats her to it.

"Really? You don't have to," you replied.

“Nonsense, we're friends, right? I enjoy spending time with you; you're better company than all these clowns,” he says, and you barely caught the rest after "friends."

Okay, that hurt a little. Your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts as you studied Megumi's expression. Of course, he doesn’t see you as more than a friend; he's so cool, and you're... well, just you. Why is he staring? Why is no one talking? Oh yeah, right, “Sorry, yes, we are. So, see you at five at the entrance?” you blurted out, snatching your backpack filled with clothes and some of Maki's weapons before rushing off, "Bye."

...

“What if I don’t go?” you contemplated twenty minutes before your scheduled friends date with Fushiguro.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. How is he supposed to know you want more than friendship?” Maki questioned, resting on your bed.

"Whose side are you on?" you retorted.

"Yours, but let's be real, you're being a tad irrational. Slip on the blue skirt and just go."

Megumi Fushiguro wasn't quite sure why he arrived early, but he felt an inexplicable urge to see you sooner; waiting longer was out of the question. And it was worth it, seeing you in that blue mini skirt and oversized sweater, a shy smile gracing your face as you spotted him. You looked even cuter than usual, he considered.

“Ready?" he questioned.

"Yeah, let's go," you affirmed, beginning to walk alongside him towards the coffee shop.

The café bustled with activity; it seemed like everyone had the same Matcha cravings as you did. Navigating through the crowd to reach the cashier proved challenging, but you preferred the subtle movements over pushing people or raising your voice to get through.

You were focus on not inconveniencing anyone when two hands settled comfortably on your waist, guiding you forward and providing a shield against the bustling bodies.

You held your breath; even through the layers of your sweater, you could feel the warmth emanating from Megumi’s hands. Finally reaching the cashier, he removed one hand, leaving the other on your lower back. "Hey there, what can I get you?" the cashier's words snap you back to reality.

“Uhm...” damn it, did you forget how to talk?

"One Matcha latte and one black coffee to go, please" Megumi says watching you struggling.

"Sure thing, regular milk?" you shook your head in disagreement. "Almond milk, please," you requested. The cashier nodded, and before Megumi could reach his wallet, you’ve already paid.

“That’s not fair,” he complains; you had to get your eyes checked because you thought you saw him pout.

“It’s fine, don’t worry; you always pay” you reassured him, moving towards the other end of the counter, Megumi's hand still lingering on your back.

"Hey, Megumi," a girl called out from the opposite side of the counter. She was strikingly pretty, flashing a wide smile at Megumi, her attention fully captivated by him until she noticed you a moment later. "Oh, sorry, hi," she acknowledged you, then shifted her gaze back to Megumi, noting his proximity to you, and her smile faltered slightly.

"Hey, Katsuki" he greeted back.

"You haven’t been around lately as usual" Katsuki remarked.

“Yeah, been busy with school stuff," he explained, his free hand casually brushing his neck.

"You haven’t replied to my texts either" you felt like an intruder in a conversation you shouldn’t be in.

“Sorry, it has been crazy lately,” he apologizes. Another employee calls for your names, and you swiftly grabbed your drinks, offering him his coffee.

"I'll wait outside if you need a moment," you informed him.

"No, it’s fine," he says to you, moving his hand to find yours. "Sorry, Katsuki, I swear I’ll text you back tonight. Take care," he says, guiding you through the crowd.

Outside the café, silence lingered for a moment. "A bit overwhelming with the crowd for you, huh? Feeling overstimulated?" he teases, smiling, to which you nodded. "Let’s go, I know a spot you'll love." He took your hand again, and a surge of electricity seemed to buzz between your palms. If he felt it, he didn’t mention it.

It had been week’s full of mixed emotions; you had countless questions swirling in your mind, but for now, you chose to give in the comforting and welcoming presence of Megumi Fushiguro.

#Suck it and see series #moonswrites #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #reader x jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #megumi fushiguro imagine #megumi fushiguro #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu megumi #megumi fluff #fushiguro

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sapphicvalentines · 16 days

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☆Baby, the stars shine bright☆pt1

pt1, pt2, pt3

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

Frilly pink dresses,strawberry cakes,sunny days,classical music and tea times made you the happiest being alive but again,your happiness only relied on external things because deep inside you felt rotten. But at least it was better than feeling totally empty right?

Everytime you felt horrible about yourself you'd think of your parents.

Your dad was rejected by his gang because he could never hold a gun properly (he would cry in vain after shooting someone) and your mother heartlessly cheated on your dad with her gynecologist right after you were born.

Your mom had crossed boundaries and you assumed it was hereditary when you started to gaslight your dad for money so you could build your dream closet.

"My best friend is in the terminal stage of this very rare, deadly disease."

You looked away, pretending to drop tears, not just because of the act but also because guilt was slowly enveloping you. You continued with your fake emotional tone, "She's so young, but she looks so tired and sick. Fortunately, the doctors found a cure."

This statement made your father stop crying and cover his mouth in surprise. He believed every single word coming out of your mouth.

"And they have to perform a surgery that will cost-" It was like a reflex; your dad burst into tears again before handing you 2000 bucks. It wasn't to save your imaginary friend from the disease but to fuel your will to live. You covered your smile with your hand before taking the money and thanking your dad, already imagining the kind of dress you would buy.

The next day, you woke up before your alarm went off, not wasting a second to go to your favorite place.

You walked all the way from home, which was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to the train station.

You wished you lived in Tokyo because then you wouldn't have to add the cost of the train ticket to your expenses, allowing you to spend all your money on dresses. But going there once every month prevented you from emptying your wallet every day, so it wasn't all bad.

Relief hit you when you arrived at the train station early. You took a seat, but then you heard people screaming and arguing from afar.

It was your dad doing his 'new' job after leaving his gang. You thought you were good at gaslighting him, but he was certainly better. He was selling fake luxury brand clothes to a group of oblivious people, arguing with him to get a 90% discount. No matter how stubborn you are, you don't think you could ever fool an entire group of people. It made you wonder how your dad believed all of your made-up stories in the first place.

Little did you know, the dress you bought that day would be the last one you bought with your father's money. Karma got both you and your father, almost bankrupting him. The old gang your father was in denounced his actions, leaving him with no job and no money to fund your wardrobe.

When you looked at the fake luxury clothes in your hands, you wondered how people even fell for this. It was just basic white t-shirts with a brand name; not even your alter ego could like this.

But to your biggest surprise, the scam your father had pulled off hadn't reached everyone's ears. Luckily, you soon received a letter that looked like it was written by an 8-year-old:

"Hi, I saw your big tracksuits when I was walking by the city, but there were too many people buying everything. I was wondering if you still have some left for me. Wait for me at your house at 8 am."

And so you did. You stood at your front door, waiting for the child to arrive. You convinced your father to keep his fake clothes for whatever reason, so you could continue what he was doing in secret.

All you had to do was sell fake luxury clothes to afford your dream ones. With no gang to ever snitch on you, you could set your own prices and stop depending on your dad's money.

You spotted a motocycle and squinted your eyes when the person riding drove towards your home

Was it one of the childs parents ?

The person drove closer blowing some dust before parking their motocycle next to your home, they didnt even wear a helmet for security

You realised she was a girl when the dust disappeared but she didnt look like a mother at all

You didnt realise you were staring that long until the auburn girl came up to you and told you to stop

"hey, I told you im looking for the seller where is he ?" her deep commanding voice made you remind the letter, it wasnt an actual child's writing,she was just writing like a child !

"he's not here, but I'm taking his role," the auburn girl said, looking you up and down inspecting your elegant lolita dress.She was blocking the sun, so you couldn't clearly see her facial features.

"are you messing with me?" You could see her features better when her face got closer to yours, attempting to intimidate you. She didn't believe in you, even though she had no idea those clothes were fake. She turned her face away to spit on the ground, and you noticed golden writing on her large jacket's sleeve.

This girl was definitely part of a gang, you thought.

"stop spitting," you retorted in disagreement with her behavior. It was obvious she was doing all this to let people know she's not playing around, but still...

She raised an eyebrow at you, a bit surprised. But before she could do or say anything, you carelessly opened the front door of your home, which was about to turn into a place of business.

#ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #mini series #Spotify

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thebibutterflyao3 · 5 months

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Day 12 - Prompt: Locket @jegulus-microfic December Daily Series - 585 words

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Regulus cringed when Pandora’s picture appeared on his phone screen. He had purposefully relied on texts to satisfy her curiosity thus far. If she asked the right questions, he would have to confess to his crush, but face to face, she would read him like a book. With a deep breath, he braced himself and accepted the call.

“Put it away, Evan,” Pandora said through clenched teeth. She was distracted.

Her brother retorted, “Where? I don’t have a frame yet.”

“I don’t care if you stick it in a locket or your pocket. I don’t want to see it.”

“Hey, that rhymed!”

“I swear to god, if-oh! Hi Reg.” Her voice changed so swiftly that Regulus was left stunned.

He shook himself clear, then offered a bewildered smile. “Hello to you too. What’s the problem?”

“My brother’s new boyfriend,” she said, blue eyes widening manically, “I’m sick of hearing about him.”

“He’s so fit, Reg. Look!” Evan insisted, shoving his hand in Pandora’s face.

The photo was a pixelated blur as Pandora swatted at his hand and shoved him away. For a few seconds, the screen went black. Pandora returned with a furious expression on her face. He forgot that the Rosiers were “sibling bonding” over winter hols too.

“I’m going to murder him, Reg. If you come home right now, you could save me from a homicide charge, but if you wait another week, I can’t guarantee anything.”

He chuckled as he settled against the pillows on his bed. “Don’t murder Evan, he’s fun at parties.”

“You don’t even go to parties! Why don’t I buy a train ticket and ship him to you?”

“No, thank you. He and Sirius are a little too similar.”

“True, but he would be out of my hair and your problem,” she said with a sigh, rubbing at her forehead. “I need a vacation from this vacation already.”

Regulus nodded. As pleased as he was to spend time with Sirius, he and James were driving him mad.

“So, how’s Sirius?”

“Fine. He’s still pushy, of course, but he’s making an effort.”

“Good. Speaking of Sirius…” Pandora leaned out of frame, then reappeared with her tablet. After a couple of taps at the screen, she held it up. “Who’s this bloke with you two?”

As soon as he saw the shot Effie had taken outside of the inn, he knew why she called. Regulus groaned, “How did you get that picture?”

“Your brother posted it yesterday.”

“Of course he did.”

“He’s fit. Is he taken, or can I have a crack at him?” she teased, clearly enjoying herself. “I assume he’s either straight or your brother already claimed him.”

“He’s Sirius’s best friend. All I know is I’ve heard him toss ‘bi’ around when they’re taunting each other.”

Pandora trilled excitedly. “Lucky you! Bi boys are fun.”

“Oh no, I’ve already alienated him.”

“Regulus…”

“I know, I know.”

She leaned closer with the phone in both hands as her voice went low and conspiratorial, “Listen. You be nice to bi-boy and get you a cheeky snog, or I’ll ship myself out there to sort you out.”

“I did try, but he’s…infuriating!”

“Try harder.”

“Panda, it’s a lost cause.”

“You’d better find it,” she said, then hung up.

Regulus threw his head back into the pillows. He could predict how badly this would go. Pandora wouldn’t let him get away with turning James into a puzzle to solve. She would definitely come out here and meddle. It was her specialty.

Next Part>>>

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sirius black #jegulus microfic #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood

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just-pot-over-here · 8 months

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okay listen. LISTEN. i KNOW that rn nobody cares about my ‘newsies go west’ au where jack leaves for santa fe and newsies keep following him. but just think about it.

jack and katherine break up like a month after the strike (because, seriously, they are Not good for each other) and jack has nothing tying him down anymore. he’s entirely too old to be a newsie, he’s longing for change, and his girlfriend just left him, so obviously the only thing to do is use all of his savings to buy a train ticket to santa fe.

and THEN think about how once he gets there he just needs a break to start new and be the cowboy he always wanted to be, so he stops sending letters back. AND ON TOP OF THAT think about how because of that half of the newsies think he’s dead, the other half think he hates them, and crutchie (HIS ADOPTIVE BROTHER) is so angry at everyone. angry at the newsies for doubting jack, angry at jack for leaving them, and angry at himself for not going with jack when he offered so long ago.

consider race winning an enormous sum of money in a risky gamble (like. multiple hundreds) and getting lots of important people pissed, so he needs to leave New York. he has this half assed plan to head to santa fe and find jack, maybe get one of those fancy plots of land they give to the settlers for dirt cheap, start a ranch.

now consider: race and crutchie grew up together in the lodging with jack. they’ve always been close to jack, but not to each other. race doesn’t wanna leave alone, he’s a social guy and needs someone to watch his back. so he asks crutchie to go with him. and crutchie says yes.

queue like two months of travel and rootin tootin cowboy shenanigans

THE PEOPLE ARE NOT WITH ME ON THIS ONE BUT I KNOW IN MY HEART I AM RIGHT

#THIS HAS BEEN BOILING IN MY BRAIN FOR MONTHS #newsies #katherine plumber #jack kelly #cowboy jack kelly #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #race newsies #jack newsies #katherine newsies #wild west #western #cowboy

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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You try to run from your shadowbeast boyfriend

General Plot: You've had it up to here with Rafe and you decide to run away. Just a short little aside about the reader having a meltdown.

Word Count: 800

Shadowbeast (Rafe) x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Headcannon

W: a tiny bit of choking, manipulation, otherwise sfw monster fluff

You panted, peeking around the corner. The street was empty. Okay. Good. This is going to work. It has to work. You took a deep breath and tried to slow your breathing. You didn’t know what you were thinking. Why you tried to do this.

Maybe the pressure at work had gotten to much, maybe the way Rafe fucked you confused you to the point of madness. It could have been anything, but you’d decided to run.

You thought you’d learned a lot about Rafe. He was strong and smokey, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once. He’d gone hunting and you’d grabbed the hundred thousand dollars Rick had left behind, stuffed it under your shirt, and took off with nothing but your clothes and wallet. No phone to track. No credit cards.

You’d caught a cab to the next town and now you were hustling down the street, probably looking extremely suspicious, to a hotel shitty enough that they dealt in cash.

You finally made it to a run down building with metal gates over the windows and doors, but a fluorescent sign that said “VACANCY”. You would stay there for the night then buy a train ticket in the morning and go…anywhere else.

You’d start your life over, never touch a camera again, become a…bike delivery driver or something. Anything to save you from this constant madness you felt. You let him torture you, do things to you, you would never let any other man do and for some reason you loved it!

You were losing the person you once were and you felt like you needed to save her. You didn’t have a reason why, you were just scared. Terrified really, that he would break you down to nothing. He’d already made you his sex kitten. So easily. He could make you into anything.

You flopped down on the hard bed of the hotel room after you checked in. The ceiling was water stained and the TV broken, so you had nothing but your thoughts to listen to. Your heart still pounded.

What would he do if he found you? When he finds you, some small and very correct part of your brain reminded you. You ignored it. You had to try. Eventually you fell asleep on top of the sheets, too afraid to take off your clothes.

You woke unable to breath. It was pitch black and something was wrapped around your throat, choking you. You thrashed, but it was so strong, it was pinning your body down with its weight.

“It’s cute you thought you could run from me, darling,” the last voice you wanted to hear said. Rafe loosened his chokehold on your throat and you gasped for air, tears coming to your eyes.

“Rafe, I can't do this!” you tried to reason with him, “this is madness!”

His eerie chuckle perforated the darkness.

“You will do anything I tell you to do (Y/N), I would never tell you to do something I knew you couldn’t,” he said evenly, “which is why this is silly and a waste of time.”

A tear slid down your cheek.

“How did you find me?” you asked.

You at least wanted to know how you’d been caught.

“We’re bonded, I bonded with you the first time I took you. You're my mate. I can find you anywhere,” his voice lowered, “you can never escape me.”

You burst into wet, ugly tears, heaving. He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb and sighed.

“I know you’re scared, but there’s really nothing to be afraid of. I will never harm you. I love you.”

“But you’re killing people all of the time!” you sobbed, “I..the guilt is so heavy.”

He clucked, smoothing his large hand over your hair.

“I know,” he cooed, “but you’re so, so strong, my little mate, and you have to remember I’m killing the darkest souls. Murderers, rapists, people who destroy other people’s lives.”

He pulled you into his lap and leaned his back against the headboard, his big body curled over you as he brushed your tears away. He held you for a moment to his chest, listening to his heavy heartbeat. He had a heartbeat. He was real and holding you in his warmth.

You sniffled.

“Is it really okay?” you asked and he knew he’d won.

“Of course,” he assured you, “consider me balance in the universe. I’m doing the planet a service.”

“O-okay,” you stammered, “but…maybe we can stop playing CEO for a while. It’s wearing on me.”

You felt him shift against you in the dark as he nodded. It occurred to you that while you couldn't see him in the blackness, he could probably see you quite clearly.

Rafe looked down at your puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks with nothing but affection. You were his, only you weren't used to the idea, yet.

“I told you the rigors of the workplace are too much for you,” he said.

The rigors of his workplace were too much for you.

“Maybe…” you said noncommittaly.

He cupped your face in his big hand and kissed you in the darkness. His lips were soft and gentle moving over yours. His kiss was familiar and had become comforting. It melted all the pain and uncertainty, smudging it out like wiping away chalk.

“I. Will. Always. Take. Care. Of. You.” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss somewhere new on your face and you giggled. You did adore these tender moments with Rafe. He could be so sweet, when he wasn’t tormenting you.

“Shall I take you home now or do you want to sit here and collect fleas in this bed?” he asked.

“Home,” you opted and he shifted to his human form to carry you to the limousine parked outside.

#sfw monster fluff #monster fluff #sfw fluff #romance #monster romance #my fic #my oc #monster x reader #monster x human #yandere headcanon #yandere fluff

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i'm sorry you aren't able to pay for watcher's new service. it was a tough decision for me too - i'm unemployed right now and had to look at my savings and decide to skip on buying a few things - but in the end i chose to support them. there are fans sharing accounts and gifting subs. some people in the fandom want to help with solutions but you can't hear them over everyone blaming watcher for suddenly being in the 1% somehow?? (they're not) this is still in beta mode so we all need to take a breath and see what they announce after seeing the feedback. but watcher didn't ruin the economy and make it so hard for people to get welfare and help - you need to contact some government officials for that - not shane's wife

You are fundimentally missing the point. And why are you feeding a problem when they have clearly show they dont respect their fans with their silence, and their employees and spouses snide comments.

The watcher hate train that you think is clouding my thoughts simply isnt. I look at other fans to see if i my perception is more then just automatic frustration. And its not. I think alot. I get heated when i feel theres injustice. But i think through every single thing in this situation for flaws in my own logic because i know people like you will say i am blowing out of proportion. dont patronize me with those arguements.

Yeah governement stuff isnt their fault but they know where the world is. Or atleast they should and they are choosing to bleeding their fans dry. I never said they were the 1% but they are rich. Being rich doesnt automatically put you in the 1 percent but it does give you a leg up to being safe.

I took a breath. I took a whole breath today and lived my life on an extremely small trip on a train. To get free samples from an event with a discounted ticket. I bought a single nice thing that i wanted and for the first time in three days i didnt think about this shit show.

I wanted to support them but seeing as they dont care that they are making

1. A bad decision that everyone except people like you can see

2. Using a base platform that is notoriously unfriendly to creators

3. Didnt respect their fans enough to do market research and give us a finished product or a timeline for things moving forward

4. Act like they are drowning while they are on a yacht. And show that yacht to the people they kicked out of a lifeboat. Then blame us for needing to get a slightly smaller yacht. (This is an analogy)

Its not the same.

3 shows i like is not worth. 6 dollars.

I dont want Sara rubin's fucking help. I am saying she is showing the reality. That these people dont care. Its a common fact of todays world that very few youtubers actually care. That you giving them 6 dollars for a thing that has never worked in the long term unless years of effort and research is put into it. And you are on unemployment? I dont know.

You are the ones that dont see the reality.

But like i said in my post. I respect that humans can do whatever they want. I just think you should think and ask questions and when you dont get clear answers. Wonder why.

All of this mess is something you need to watch before you jump.

I simply chose to step away from the cliff because i saw sharks in the water.

EDIT: some parts in this feel unfinished. I am tired and working on very little sleep because of how my brain has chosen to process this situation. I wont update this post with corrections unless someone can give me a hard reason to.

#the vessel speaks #watcher #watcher entertainment #wearewatcher #feeding the beast that bit you wont stop it from biting you again

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dinner--starving · 6 days

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Hey there! We are a family of 5 (4 youths, 1 55 year old) planning a trip to UK, Scotland and Ireland in month of June/July 2024.

Can you guys help me with some pro tips? Some things we are interested in are

hidden gems/off beat attractions

local activities

best/cheap travel options

What's the best way to reduce too much walking for the 55 yr old family member? Maybe like scooter rental options?

vegan food options

Recommended stay options - probably Airbnb is best?

Money saving tips - visitor oyster cards, London pass, Explorer pass. I've read britrail pass isn't worth it? What are things I can book in advance apart from accommodation and train tickets?

Best way to spend

Things to buy

Things not to do

What to carry

Any month specific attraction?

Is there anyway I can catch a play/show that stars celebrities during this time? (no points for guessing I'm interested in anything with Benedict/Martin)

Sherlock related attractions - shooting locations, souvenir shops

Northern Ireland recommendations (applying schengen visa)

Anything else you recommend?

Thanks a lot!!

#Help #london #scotland #ireland #plz help #trip

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In the midst of being very, very, very, very, very busy with work, a colleague sent me info about the KnY Onsen collab going on at two onsen towns in Kanagawa and Gunma Prefectures, both in eastern Japan.

My response was, "yeah, too bad I don’t live out there... and will only be out there for a meeting later in December... ... ...I just booked a place for two people in Yugawara Onsen, you wanna go?"

While it's always fun to go to these sorts of collab events, I admit that I found this one somewhat stressful due to total lack of planning on my part. I was just like, "Onsen! Make these deadlines, prep that meeting, then onsen, onsen, Kimetsu no Yaiba and onsen!!!" and I totally neglected to read all the fine print on how this event works.

How it should had worked is you arrive early enough to head out to the onsen part of town, turn in your pre-purchased ticket at the center with all the merchandise (and if you're lucky, you'll see a Kakushi working the counter ☆), get your booklet to stamp with different character stamps set up around town, and get the all-important map of where all the photo spots, stamps, and spots to hear character voices on an an app for a game you can play for an extra price (and additional pre-purchase ticket). At this point, they will also explain the hours of when you can use the local facilities involved in the collaboration. With that information, you begin your leisurely stay and stroll, including looping back around the station area to get the stamps and pose with character stands around the station, at the town hall, and in other shops. You get dinner at one of the collab places--like a local America-themed restaurant's spare rib set with sauces inspired by four of the characters or a seafood restaurant--and then show at least three character stamps in your booklet and hand over one of your two coins to go take a dip in one of the onsen facilities. After dark, you walk around and enjoy displays like this Love Breath one:

The following day, or later on in the collab period, you finish up going around to every spot, and take a second dip in another onsen, which is also covered on your original ticket. If you're doing the additional game, you listen at all those spots, and of course you buy lots of merch both for the collab and around the onsen town.

But if you are like me, you do it wrong.

You arrive later than you hoped to, you get excited to see Mitsuri and Muichiro at the train station, feel stressed about saving time for onsen and wind up do a bunch of things out of order that wind up eating time, including trying to go straight to an onsen instead of turning in the ticket first, and then discovering that you simply do not have time for everything once you see that the generous hours were for turning in your ticket, not for using the onsen. I also had dismissed the stamp rally as optional like the audio game I did not want to pay the price for, so it did not even occur to me that I would need three stamps before an onsen, and how hard it would be to find those stamps in the dark when you are fretting more and more about time.

In the end, we only (barely) had time for one onsen instead of two, which is frustrating, and even though they had stands of all the characters, we simply did not have time to see them all. (Himejima was off in the woods somewhere with no stamps or audio game things, so like we did, I bet a lot of people choose to simply leave him alone to meditate and train out there.) I saw the stand I wanted to most: Genya!! He gets to be included now!!!!

We did find the place with parfaits (thanks to asking the Kakushi, as the official websites weren't much help with this (but reading all the fine print probably would have helped overall)), and we sacrificed the second onsen dip to get these instead before leaving town. In addition to dessert items (like a Mist Pillar parfait with cotton candy mist on top!), they also served the yamakake udon and made a nice presentation of floating items down a river to your seat.

So anyway. Not my most lived-to-the-fullest KnY collab, nor a very relaxing onsen trip overall, but it always brings a smile to my face to see KnY melded into the landscape. The steep hike up to our cheap lodging and dragging suitcases around to at least find a few extra standees was pretty tiring, but the mountain view of the stars and morning birdwatching was as rejuvenating as a regular mountain onsen trip usually should be. That all being said, I plan to recover with regular bath salt at home and the newest volume of Kimetsu Academy.

#kny in real life

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fangirlvibez · 1 year

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The Bradshaw son and Seresin daughter - part 4

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin, OC!Connor Malcolm Oxland

Warnings: in this chapter: mention about teenage pregnancy, mention of abortion, mention of running away, Navy inaccuracy, mention of strong language and vomiting. (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

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July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

It has been 5 years, 2 months and 22 days since Nick and Hazel ran away from home. They packed their things and left the night of the dreaded dinner. With two duffel bags filled with clothes and two backpacks filled with other supplies they left to Maryland. Nick took his savings from the multiple student jobs he did for years to buy two train tickets to Maryland. Hazel left a note for Benjamin, telling him how much she loves her brother and that she will try to keep in contact with him.

The couple didn’t know what their parents would do. If they would let them be or inform the cops and started looking for them. The only idea that the two teenagers could think about was changing their appearance. Before the train left they bougth hair dye and scissors. They changed hazels beautiful longe blonde hair in short black locks. Nick went a little bolder with his hair. He dyed one part of his hair blue and the other part black. Hazel though he looked very good. They both wore glasses and hats to hide more of their identity. They also left their phones at home, not wanted to get tracked.

When they arrived in Maryland. They applied to have their name changed. Again a plan of them to hide their identity. Nick got accepted into the naval academy and he knew his dad would know if his surname was still Bradshaw. Their changed names: Nicolas Peter Bradshaw became Nicolas Peter Bradfield and Hazel Alexandra Seresin became Hazel Alexandra Serpell. With the acceptance, he had to change his hair color again, since multicolored hair wasn’t allowed. He decided to go blonde.

Had they taken this a little too far? Maybe. But they were determined to raise this baby the best that they could.

After living for 3 months in a homeless shelter, they found a small apartment. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but it was affordable with the small amount of money the couple earned with their small jobs. Nick worked as a construction worker for 2 months before finding out he was accepted in the academy. Hazel worked at a small café and managed to get into an evening school to finish her high school degree.

They may haven’t had much, but they were happy. And their little family got bigger on November 25, 2041 when their kids were born. Yes, kids. The couple had twins. Twin boys to be specific. Their names: Benji Theodore Bradfield and Mac Adrian Bradfield. Their firstborn was named after Hazels brother, who she kept in contact with. Occasionally she would send a letter to her brother and Benjamin kept them away from his parents. He didn’t take it very well when he found out that his parents were going to force his sister to have an abortion.

When their parents found out their kids ran away, they went out of their way to look for them. The dads were determined to find their kids, while their mothers were worried more about the dangers they could be in. After a half year of looking for them, their hope left little by little. The fathers, who weren’t really good friend anymore after the dinner, realised their mistakes. It took a while for them to become friends like they were before, but they were as good as they could be after losing their children. The Bradshaw family were lucky with Sparky. A reminder of their son while it took the Seresin family a little longer to accept the disappearance of their youngest and only girl.

After 2 years the couple moved out of their apartment to a smaller house in a nicer neighborhood. Nick had still 2 years left of his education in de academy. During the first year he had received the callsign Dash. Hazel couldn’t stop laughing when he explained the meaning behind the name. Dash: Dumb Ass Shit. Given to him by a friend after Nick threw up all over a commanders officers shoes after a night out.

Hazel found a better paid job in a clothing store. Having a low paid serving job and trying to save as much money as possible. Hazel tried to save money with upcycling baby clothes from the thrift shop. She realised that she had a talent for sewing and designing clothes. Apart from her job in the clothing store she follows an online course for fashion design. The lives of the couple went well and they never regretted leaving their homes at such a young age.

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July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

Back to the present

Hazels age: 21, Nicks age: 23, the kids ages: 4

It was almost 5:30 pm and Hazel was making dinner for her family. The two 4 year old brothers were in the kitchen with her. Benji was coloring a Bluey coloring book while Mac was playing with a kids puzzle. Benji was the loud one out of the two while Mac liked to stay in the background. They were a perfect combination of both Nick and Hazel. They had Hazels Natural light blonde hair and Nicks dark brown eyes. Even though they had Hazels nose, you could tell they were Bradshaw boys. Hazel became very fond of her short dark black hair and decided to keep it. Nick didn’t mind, because he thought she looked very sexy with her bright eyes and dark hair. Nick let his hair fade back towards his light brown color.

“Baby! I’m home!” A deep voice came from the hallway. The front door closes and Hazel called back that they were in the kitchen. Nick came into view. He was wearing his flightsuit and had a big smile on his face. “Here are my favorite people” he said. “Daddy!” The young boys at the dinner table rushed off their chairs and jumped into the opened arms of their dad. “My boys! How was your day?” He asked, hugging his sons close to him. “Daddy! I read a whole book today.” Mac told his dad, while smiling brightly. “A whole book?! Wow kiddo, you’re becoming as smart as your mom.” Nick said smiling up at his girlfriend. After talking about their exciting day in kindergarten, both boys went back to their activity.

“I have news” Nick said, hugging Hazel from behind while she was sturing a sauce in a pan. “Good news or bad news?” She asked, turning her head slightly to look into Nicks eyes. “Both, I guess” Nick put his chin on her shoulder. “Me and T-rex got into Top Gun” he said. Hazel eyes went wide and she turned around in his arms. “That’s amazing honey!” She said exciting, hugging him with her hands around his neck. “I’m so proud of you and T-Rex.” she said. T-Rex, government name: Connor Malcolm Oxland, was Nicks backseater. He got his callsign after eating two full racks of BBQ ribs faster than anyone else ate one. Someone commented that it was like watching a Tyronnosaurus eat.

“Yeah, we were very honored to be chosen especially since we only finished the academy a little longer than 1 year ago.” Nick and Connor were one of the best pilot and WSO duo the Navy had seen in years. It didn’t surprise Hazel that they were chosen to go to Top Gun. “Well what’s the bad news then, Lieutenant?” She asked kissing Nick on the cheek. Nick smiled. Ever since he got promoted to Lieutenant, Hazel couldn’t stop saying his rank. “I heard some officers talking in the hallway” he started. “The were talking about the Top Gun teachers that still won’t retire” Nick could feel Hazel stiffen up. Nick swallowed before continuing. “I’m 99 percent sure they were talking about our dads”

Taglist: @confusedpimp @dempy @michael-loves-chickens @massivedetectivestudent @starkleila @mirrorball-6 (if your username is crossed out it means I couldn’t tag you) (let me know if you want to be tagged)

A/N: the callsigns used are real callsigns. Check this website out for more funny callsigns

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went to report a rammer on forza and i noticed they had a 'feedback and suggestions' option in their support tickets, so i decided "why not? i have thoughts about this game". two and half hours later my partner had to get my attention to remind me we needed lunch and it was already 4 p.m. my last therapist said i don't have ADD. long rant under the cut. I'm 100% correct, btw.

Generally, i think this is a really great game when everything is working right. It's just about the only one i'm playing these days. I came to it from Assetto Corsa and Gran Turismo, so I have some modest sim racing experience that informs my expectations. Anyway, here is a list of features i'd like to see some day, some comments, etc:

the option to auto-sell most cars that are won in wheel spins when racing online (currently the car goes straight to your garage). Perhaps a slider based on value or rarity. removing cars from my garage by hand is a very time consuming experience.

on that note, i feel some utility to easily manage downloaded tunes, paintjobs, and garage cars would be greatly appreciated. even if it's an external program that doesn't run in game. at current, tunes can only be deleted when you are in the car they apply to, and paints and cars have to be deleted one at a time, which is very time consuming with menu lag (my xbox takes a while to do this each time, and I have had a few marathon sessions where I'd spend half the day just deleting and organizing things in my garage). in the my paints menu, thumbnails take a very long time to load, and deleting one sends you back to the front. perhaps a toggle for whether it is currently on a car in my garage or not would help, too. and a way to see what tune i have on my car and who made it. it's necessary to delete tunes at times because of the limited number you can have. if you don't have the tune in your collection to compare against the car, it can be really easy to forget exactly what you have that car for. my workaround for this has been to devise a paint color system (red cars for power, blue for road and street, orange for dirt, green for offroad, black gray or white for purists, chrome for highway pulls. i think i might need another color specification for hotwheels cars and to differentiate between circuit and sprint cars) but this requires a high number of paints to be saved. my workaround for that is to just buy a fresh car and specify the solid color I want there. this seems to not use a paint save slot. maybe there can be an option to click on for each car in your garage so you can remember if a car is for rally or street racing etc…

and on that note, menus take a very very long time to load, and selections are never acknowledged right away. it's been two years and I still find myself pressing the button repeatedly in menus when i select things because i just can't tell if it really registered or not. sometimes when i enter an event, it can take up to twenty seconds for my thumbnails to load on the car select screen, and this can get a little nerve wracking when the timer's counting down. I still have an xbox one, and i think there is a chance this could be more of an xbox one problem than an fh5 problem.

constraints/settings for events for tire choice, drive train, engine swaps, maybe even a locked tune that can be purchased and installed at the event car selection screen for spec racing and club time trials. for instance, i LOVE RWD dirt racing, but RWD cars are not very competitive when AWD cars are in the mix.

the option to race expert, pro, and unbeatable drivatars if you want in the weekly playlist events. i like these events because they enforce some variety in car choices, and i just like getting to check things off a list, but the actual racing tends to be a snooze.

even unbeatable drivatars tend to do mystifylingly stupid things every race. mostly jerking the wheel hard on straightaways for no reason, or parking it on corner apexes needlessly, especially in sweeping turns where i would expect to be able to follow flat out. i realize that they can't actually be that good if you want to have a chance of catching them in only three laps, but single player often feels like i'm just trying to get past 9 or 10 mobile chicanes so i can actually race with the one or two real competitors up front.

i don't always have xbox live gold, and single player freeroam can be a real shitshow at times. mostly it's encountering drivatars just parked in the middle of the road (I guess they're mimicking real players that pause while driving? I do that sometimes), or that there seems to be a few places on the map that spawn loads of drivatars at once. like i'd almost without fail encounter an 8 to 10 car roadblock on the sweeping downhill south of guanajuato leading to the stadium/street scene for instance. i know horizon life and horizon solo can't be the exact same experience, but i came to find driving in freeroam in horizon solo at times infuriating.

head-to-heads ought to punish players for leaving the road. they always devolve into eliminator style as-the-crow-flies racing when they actually happen. that's just not racing, and it's why i guess you see people doing them so rarely. the real freeroam racing seems to mostly be at the drag strips and on the tarmac side of the mountain. (by the way, the tarmac side of the mountain is a masterpiece. chef's kiss. good work.)

backmarkers should be ghosted in online lobbies. I didn't know this was an issue, but I accidentally rear ended a guy pretty hard the other day who i was going to lap, because I expected to just ghost right through him. I don't think i've ever encountered trouble makers hanging around at one point on track to try and ram the leaders when they come through, so i can't comment as to whether this would help with that. wall riding should maybe be punished harder, too. i saw someone wallriding at HMC in the trial last week, and it was good enough to keep him in front of all the unbeatable drivatars. but that's also the only time i've ever seen someone wallride like that in this game, so it's perhaps not a big problem. i didn't even know it was something i could report people for until today.

can it be possible to turn off some particle effects when racing online? it's pretty common to get stuck behind people who can't or won't put the power down right in fast corners. this makes a smoke screen that's impossible to see through. i'm not sure exactly what amount of power and angle starts making big smoke; I don't notice my tires smoking if I'm using slip angle in a turn, though, and i don't recall seeing drivatars do this.

i use the braking line only setting, because there are just too many car and track choices to truly internalize. i've noticed the braking line tends to 'lie' on hotwheels races. it seems like i'm always braking too late in hard braking zones in hotwheels races, but this doesn't seem to be a problem in mexico or badlands. is it just me?

this is just a polish thing, but what if players that use the borrow car option get a random manufacturer color instead of every car being the default color. just to add some variety to the grid.

another polish thing: the Buick GNX has a bump map or UVs problem on its doors. my 3D modeling knowledge is a little lacking, but SOMETHING makes that car look like it has a big dent in its doors on the trailing edge.

i loved the stock car trials you guys were doing for a minute a year or two ago. i remember the one with the porsche desert flyer was really fun, especially when i realized i could set the car up (this car has a very short gearbox, but it's a race gearbox -- and anyone that didn't think to tune theirs was a sitting duck). on the other hand, i also learned i could get away with building those cars to have more power as long as the PI was still the same as the stock option, so maybe that should be fixed). on the other hand, i thought the mini and landrover offroad B class trial the other week was total dogwater. idk what it was.. maybe i just don't like those cars. the mini john cooper works buggy x-raid seems to be particularly underpowered no matter what i use it for. I would love to see more stock car trials in the future.

i wish we could have the oval in freeroam all the time.

i think you guys did nothing wrong with the blower bentley forzathon. it was early in the game for me and i had to grind to just buy the thing, but i didn't think it was that bad…

an option to fire A class boneshaker drivers into the sun. J/k! A class rods and customs tours tend to turn into boneshaker only, and that's kinda fun. boneshaker cup someday perhaps? consider it won't you? ;-)

((i think the meta is a little wonky in general. for instance, drag tires make for some of the best road racing builds in B class. rally tires are hands down some of the best road racing tires in A class and above. Rally tires are almost never used for rallying because offroads handle dirt better, allow some PI for more horsepower, and aren't that much of a hindrance on road (ex: I won every event in the trial yesterday (A class Lexus Road events) on offroads. I accidentally grabbed one of my rally cars instead of the road build I'd made, but that rally car was still good enough to win). muscle cars with whitewalls seem to be one of the choice build types for hotwheels hazard and offroad events. in fact hotwheels open seems to devolve to a small handful of power meta cars that are the only viable competitors, and that's why i guess it seemed so dead when i was still doing it. I guess my thinking is tire and drivetrain constraints could reel the meta game in a bit, and we'd see fewer people griping about "bring clean cars, no forza aero, tires etc" in looking for group posts and on reddit. after my first couple months playing this game, i had to go and do research about the build/tuning meta because i realized i just wasn't fielding competitive cars most of the time. maybe this is actually the correct way to play the game if you care about it. i've raced enough in sims that i knew racecraft wasn't my issue. and i think this might not ever occur to players that don't already have experience with racing games. i'm not sure it's really possible to learn in game what a 'good' car looks and drives like. the game won't teach you and the autoupgrade seems to be nearly useless in this regard. you have to go looking on reddit or youtube for good tuners to follow, and be willing to take notes.))

that's about everything i can think of off the top of my head right now. this seems like a lot, but i love this game and have thought about it a lot the last couple of years. and i know y'all have done quite a bit to fix things. game crashes are fewer now it seems. i'm genuinely surprised these days if i get it to crash, but it was a pretty common occurrence a year or so ago.

p.s. attaching a fan art i drew of the nissan tsuru just because i like you guys. have a good day :)

oh, i just remembered. the existence of 'rivals lines' strikes me as a problem. this is where the checkpoint gates don't adequately constrain the track boundaries and players can cut, or go way off road to carry more speed into an otherwise slow corner. are these by design?

one more thing. and i can't believe i forgot it because this was at the forefront of my mind when i started writing. we really need some sort of car proximity marker or radar in first person views. like in Assetto Corsa or Gran Turismo. i find 3rd person racing kind of disorienting so i'm always in dash or bonnet view. i think most of the time when i make contact, it's turning into cars that are significantly alongside during corner entry. I just don't know that they're there until it's too late.

#forza horizon 5 #forza posting #deranged forza posting #all of my opinions are correct when it comes to playing cars

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ryejifics · 6 months

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Pumpkin patch

Type: fluff

Chaeryeong x reader

"Let's go! Let's go!" Your hyper girlfriend exclaimed as she pulled on your arm. "Please!" She ran to the car with your hand in hers. Chaeryeong loved this time of year. The cold breeze, pumpkin spice lattes, scary movies, and especially the pumpkin patch. She was extremely excited to go pick out a pumpkin and to carve it into a jack o lantern. Her idea for this year was to carve a cat. It reminded her of her best friend, Yeji.

You got into the driver's seat of the car as she jumped around in the seat. You gave her access to the music, and off you went. As you drove along the highway, she was singing along to TT by Twice. One of her classic Halloween favorites. Next was Bite Me by Enhypen, and the last song on the road was Scream by Dreamcatcher. You couldn't help but sneak pictures of your adorable girlfriend while she was singing and dancing. She was just too cute.

You parked quickly, and once you got out, you took her hand in yours. How did you get so lucky? She skipped and swung your hands all the way to the ticket line. You knew she would want to go to the petting zoo, so you made sure to buy tickets for the feeding. Once you walked in, there was so much to go. Mostly activities for kids, but there was a cool zip line and a train that took you around the patch.

First, you waited for the wagon to take you to the patch, which was pretty far. Once you got on, you looked around to see if any pumpkins caught your eye. There were so many shapes, sizes, and colors. You got off, and next thing you knew, you lost your girlfriend. You saw her bright red hair from afar and walked up to her. She settled for a tiny white pumpkin and a big orange one. You looked around for a while before finding the perfectly round orange pumpkin you wanted. You both got back onto the train, and the next activity was the petting zoo. Chaeryeong ran up to the animals and went straight to petting. You took pictures as she tried to convince you into getting a pet duck. She loved those little guys, and you had trouble saying no to her puppy dog eyes. Once you were done, you went to get some food. She got some nachos, and you two shared. Today couldn't have been any more perfect. On the car ride home, she smiled from ear to ear. You parked and went inside your shared home.

"Can we carve them now? Please, please, please!" She pouted at you and shook you gently. "Yes, love, we can!" You grabbed the pumpkin carving kit and got to work. You took the pumpkin guts out of yours and out of hers. You saved the pumpkin seeds for later to roast them. She started to carve her cat, and you decided to carve a scary bat. As you carved them, you watched the scary movie playing in the background. Chaeryeong kept saying thank you for the best day she's ever had. You couldn't wait to spend many more years to come with her and to go with her to the pumpkin patch again next year.

You two finished your pumpkins and then were off to cuddle on the couch. You wore your matching pjs with her and eventually fell asleep. Her head on your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around her. She was everything you ever hoped and dreamed for. Halloween was going to be perfect as long as you had her.

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“Good news?” Rúben asks.

“The best” Mila says, a big smile on her face. “Marco got us tickets for the Måneskin concert!”

“I thought there were no tickets left.”

“There weren’t. But he somehow managed to get them.”

“Maybe since he also is Italian…”

“Maybe” she laughs, back to typing on her phone. To Marco, most likely.

Marco. He is one of the chefs that works for Manchester United, and they’ve been texting and going out for a while, but it isn’t anything serious. Yet. He’ll probably take advantage of this concert to buy her dinner, convince her to go to his house because it is too late to drive home, and…

“Rúben, are you ok?” she asks.

“Uh?”

“The light is green, and we aren’t moving.”

“Oh, sorry. Got distracted.”

“Thinking about what? Or who?” she says, lifting her eyebrows up and down.

“Thinking about you and Marco making out and doing God knows what else” he says to himself. For some reason, and since she started seeing him, he hasn’t stopped feeling annoyed when she mentions him or goes out with him. It had never been like this with any of the other guys she had dated, but since her birthday and the moment where he almost kissed her, something seems to have changed.

“It was just something that happened in training today, don’t worry” Rúben lies.

“Ok…” she says, looking back at her phone, reading something that makes her smile. Something that Marco has probably sent her.

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“Ok, how do I look?” Mila says, doing a twirl in front of Rúben. “What do you think? You don’t like it, do you? I’m gonna get changed.”

“But I haven’t said anything!”

“You didn’t need to, your face said it all” she says, going back to her room.

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“What about this? Does this look good for a concert?” she says, walking back into the living room.

“I guess” Rúben shrugs.

“You are so helpful” Mila says, rolling her eyes. “I have another option, wait.”

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“This is it, isn’t?” she asks when she comes back for the third time.

“You look beautiful, Mila” Rúben says, looking at her from head to toe.

“Thank you” she replies. “But isn’t this dress too short?”

“You have amazing legs, show them” he hears himself saying. He had thought that many times, but this was the first time he had said it aloud.

“I do, don’t I?” she chuckles. “What about the shoes? Converse or Dr. Martens?”

“Dr. Martens are more on theme for the type of concert you are attending. And if your feet don’t hurt…”

“Now that I finally broke them, they don’t. Let me try them on” she says, running to her room, Rúben’s eyes following her. The dress probably is a bit short, but honestly, who cares? She looks so good…

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“Keys, wallet, id…” she mutters, checking her purse.

“You have it all, it’s the third time you’ve checked” Rúben chuckles.

“I do, yes. But ugh, I am so nervous…” Mila says, sitting down on the sofa next to him. “Marco is taking me somewhere to have dinner before the concert, and I think I won’t be able to eat a single thing. I’ve been wanting to watch them live since forever.”

“And because of that, you should eat something, I don’t want you fainting half way through it. I don’t see Damiano jumping into the crowd to help you, and I won’t be there to save you” he says with a teasing smile.

“Ha, ha, you are so funny” she says, rolling her eyes. “Shit!”

“What?”

“My phone! I’m forgetting my phone!”

“It’s on your hand, you silly” Rúben laughs.

“Urhg. Where is Marco? He should be here already.”

And as she says that, someone rings their door.

“There you have him.”

“Ok” Mila says, getting up and taking a deep breath. “Do I look good?”

“Beatiful” Rúben says. “Have fun and don’t do anything stupid.” Like spending the night at Marco’s house.

“I won’t, bff” she says, kissing him on the cheek before running to the door, his skin tingling a bit where her lips have been.

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“Shh, you are gonna wake up Rúben” Mila giggles, Marco kissing her neck and hugging her as they walk into her flat.

“I’m not the one making noise.”

“But you are the reason why I am making noise” she says, freeing herself from him and turning to look him in the face.

“This is nothing compared to what I can do” he says with a mischievous smile.

“You are too confident, aren’t you?”

“If you don’t believe me, I can show you.”

“Ok… Come” she says, taking his hand and leading him to her room.

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“Oh, hi. Good morning” Marco says, walking into the kitchen.

“Hello” Rúben says.

“I hope we didn’t wake you up last night, we arrived a bit late.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry.” But because he was still awake. He couldn’t sleep, constantly thinking about what Mila could be doing with Marco. And once they arrived home, he was wide awake. Though the fact that he didn’t hear anything despite knowing that they weren’t sleeping, made him feel better, and after an hour or so, he had fallen asleep.

“Good, good” Marco says. “Anyway, I better get going.”

“You aren’t staying for breakfast? Or brunch, that may be more accurate.”

“Maybe another day.”

“Maybe another day” Rúben repeats.

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“Morning, bff” Rúben says when Mila finally leaves her room. “Or afternoon.”

“Hi” she says, letting herself fall on the sofa.

“How was the concert?”

“I loved it” she says, her voice sounding a bit rough.

“What about what happened after the concert? I saw Marco leaving.”

“Disappointing.”

“What?”

“He looked promising, but then… Boring” she shrugs.

“Is it over, then? Or are you giving him a second chance?” Rúben asks, his heart beating faster.

“Nah, I don’t think so. We are staying as just friends.”

“Good.”

“You didn’t like him, did you?” Mila chuckles.

“I did not. You deserve better than him.”

“Someone like you, perhaps?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Bruno would say that yes, someone like me.”

“Urgh, Bruno. Don’t tell him anything about what has happened with Marco. We just started the year, I don’t need him being even more annoying.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Great. Now, can you be the best friend forever that you are, and make me something to eat?” she asks, pouting.

“Of course, my lady” he answers with a big grin, maybe feeling way too relieved about the fact that there is no more Marco.

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#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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I think angst is 🚕!?

#7 And #14 with female reader where (shes an old shield agent or something that gives her a background with guns) she goes behind Franks back and puts herself in harms way and is like ‘you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe Frank!’ And then he gets all pissed like maybe something happened and she tries to justify herself by saying #14

— okay i LOVED this idea!! i swapped around the order because i felt like it flowed better so i hope thats okay, but here it is! also like i said before idk how well i do with angst in a short fic thing like this BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!!!

— prompts:

🍟 7. you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe.

🍟 14. i was trying to do the right thing

— warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of dead, blood, fire.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

You’d thought you put this life behind you. All the fighting, doing other peoples bidding, the blood, the guns. You didn’t think there was anything that could pull you back in— until you’d met him.

Frank Castle was, in your opinion, desperate. For what, exactly, you weren’t even sure he knew, but whatever he was doing tonight, he couldn’t do it alone. You could tell from the last time you’d spoken that something big was going down tonight at the docks. You knew this, because he had specifically asked you to stay as far away as possible, even going as far as to buy you a train ticket 3 hours in the opposite direction.

The acts of a desperate man, if you ever saw it. There was no way in hell you were going to leave him, though. He had saved your life too many times for you to remember, so it was only fair you repaid the favour, even if he hadn’t asked for it. The idea of him facing this alone… whatever it was, you couldn’t think about it. If something had happened to him because you weren’t there— no. You wouldn’t think about it. Because you would be there. It was the right thing to do.

Running past the scattered corpses along the wharf, you don’t look before you sprint straight into the boat. It was already on fire, the bow engulfed in flames, but you’d seen the skull-sprayed vest disappear into the chaos just moments before. He was in here, alone.

Gunfire goes off to your left, and as you turn, the butt of a gun whacks into you from the right. Blood pours immediately, but you cling to consciousness long enough to take him out, a well placed shot to the temple sending him down. You still hear shots, and run through the doorway and down the stairs.

You see Frank, on his knees, hands tied behind his back, taking hits from every direction. Four men surround him taking turns, and as soon as you see one of them lay their hands on him, you fire. He drops and Franks head spins around, you sending two more shots off to drop another two bodies.

Frank gets to hit feet and head butts the last guy, knocking him out cold. Spitting out blood, he turns to you. Flames start licking at the sides of the doorway you ran through, and you quickly get behind Frank, using your knife to cut through the rope.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He yells over the crackling flames.

“Saving you! Move!” Franks arm goes over your shoulder and you both stagger through the remains of the boat, fighting your way back out onto the wharf. You have to half drag him out, and the pain in your head makes you both lean to one side.

Somehow, with Frank’s injuries and your eyes seeing double, you stumble out of the boat and to the end of the dock, grateful for the hard concrete underneath you. Catching your breath, you only have a second before Frank is hauling you to your feet, staring wide eye’d at the blood coming out of your head.

“I told you not to be here.” He keeps his hands on your shoulders, holding you upright.

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” He shakes his head, saying something you can’t hear. “You needed me! You were going to die in there!”

“That’s my goddamn problem! Why the hell would you run into that?!” You look over to the boat, now completely swallowed by orange and yellow.

“I was trying to do the right thing!” You shout, the volume making your head explode in sharp pain. You hiss, a hand coming to your head. For a second, you think it must be your own, but it’s bigger, and touches you with a gentleness you don’t even allow for yourself.

Frank holds your head, tucking your hair out of the way a little to see the wound. From his face, it’s not immediately dangerous, but the sheer amount of blood tells you it’s big enough to scar.

“You should of got on the damn train.” He says, hand still holding the side of your face.

“Was I supposed to just let you die? Let you walk in there and get yourself killed?” He doesn’t answer, she’s trained instead on the bruise you no doubt have forming on your jaw from a few nights ago.

“You weren’t supposed to put yourself in that fight. I needed you out of here—“

“Why? By the looks of it, you needed all the help you can get.”

“Because people like you don’t deserve to be dragged into the shit! I’m trying to protect you!” It doesn’t matter how loud you both yell at each other, or how badly your head screams at you to stop, neither of you step away from each other. You try to tell yourself it’s the adrenaline from what just happened keeping you close, almost clinging to one another. You don’t have the energy to work out it’s a lie just yet.

“What about people like you?” He scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows in a way that’s probably meant to be menacing, but just comes off as confused. “You have saved me more than I will ever be able to repay you for.”

“So what? You think you owe me or some shit? Slates clean. You can walk away.”

“No! That’s—“ You wince again, and with one hand on your head, Frank guides you away from the loud noise of the destroyed docks, ducking you underneath a half opening garage door. The barrier helps slightly, and all you can hear now is Franks heaving breath.

“Stop yelling. You’ll pass out.” You want to roll your eyes but you know it’ll only hurt you again.

“You’re a good person. Good people deserve to be safe.” It’s hardly there, just a whisper, but you know he hears it. “I came because you deserve someone like you.”

He goes to say something, but decides whatever it is cnat be said in words. Instead, he leans down, and you hold your breath. With your eyes suddenly closed, you feel his mouth, warm, against your forehead. You suck in a deep breath as he kisses you, before angling down further.

You don’t know why you want him to kiss you. You shouldn’t. He was infuriating— the reason you were doing all of this. It was bad. But him… he was good.

His nose brushes against yours. Your breath hitches. So light you think your half-concussed brain imagines it, his lips brush against yours. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe a purposeful tease. Either way, he pulls back, and your eyes manage to flutter open again.

Sirens suddenly blare outside, the echos sneaking in and shattering the tiniest bit of solitude— the first real moment you can remember in a long time.

“We need to go.” Frank pulls you towards the door, ducking you under it again, and never lets go of your hand.

#grippingbeskarsnightout #frank castle #marvel tv #frank castle x reader #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #marvel #the punisher x reader #the punisher x y/n #the punisher x you

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captaindibbzy · 7 months

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The thing about working from home is it's an accessibility thing. It means workers have more time to themselves, and they can better manage work life balance. It means they can better manage child care, or any care. It means disabled people have more options for how they can look after themselves. It cuts the working day by a significant amount.

By working from home I don't have to mask. On days when I am tired I can get up late with just 15 minutes to get to my computer, and I can go to sleep bang on 5 if I so desire. If I am having an Autistic Time I can stew in pajamas all day. I can surround myself with soft toys. I get more work done because I am comfortable. I save money on travel and food. I don't have to go to bed before 9pm and get up before 6.

For my direct boss it means she can do her job and manage her disabled kid, without having to pay for extra hours at nursery or begging her family to take the kid while she's in the office. If her kid has a problem she can manage that instantly rather than getting updates at a distance. If her kid is sick she's right there at home already.

For my friend it means he can start work at the buttcrack of dawn, and finish at 3pm, then he has a whole afternoon. He can look after his dogs, and do more with his day. He saves money on his car, and someone is always home. And really he just enjoys it more not having to be social, as do I.

But here's the thing. These save us money, time, and labour. People at the top would rather we be put in a position where we have to buy those rather than save them. Buy those extra hours of child care. Buy those train tickets. Buy that petrol. Train times don't line up? Well you're in the office already might as well start early. You're not getting paid for it, but might as well. Don't line up at the end? Well it's wet outside, just stay a little longer. Buy the food at the cantine cause you wanted 15 minutes extra in bed rather than making lunch ahead. Offices in well connected places become so much more valuable when they are in demand. If disabled people can't keep up with the culture they will have to do less hours, get paid less. They're practically doing the same amount of work ultimately, cause people get the same amount of work done in 5 hours as 8. But now you can pay them less cause they're not there as much as everyone else. Why should they get preferential treatment after all? Buy convenience food instead of cooking cause who has the energy to cook and clean and decompress? Buy, or better, rent closer to your work. Buy back that little bit of time.

It is ultimately more valuable to those who rely on stolen labour to maintain their wealth and position to drive people in to the ground with the burden of existing.

Working from home is not free of this. The very first thing the top has done with Work From Home is make a two tier pay system. Sure you can work from home doing litterally the exact same work, but we'll pay you more to come on to the office. Why should people at home get paid the same? They don't have to do all this extra labour of coming in.

I think it's a lawsuit waiting to happen tbh. Disability discrimination and hours exceeding the 48 hour work week. If you work 40 hours a week, commute one hour each way, that's 50 hours. If you are paying people who commute more you are saying either that the person who works at home does less work, or the commute is part of the job. If they have the same job title then they should be paid the same amount. I know equal pay for equal work is about gender, but I think it's a good phrase for this too, and also child care particularly affects women more than men. Disability is genderless but proving discrimination with that is a shit show.

But as with all things such ideas must be tested by someone in the correct position in a court of law, and there is always a chance that you can lose. Cause the law is not always correct.

And that's what's annoying me this evening.

#work from home

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