#//ooc mischievous emoji

[stanheightsblog]

Hi, Adam. I'm just checking up on you. How are you?

Hi again, m fine, just a rough day at work, that's all.

[joeltallishbean]

Heyo! You know what time it is... Introduction. (Mischievous emoji here.)

I run other blogs such as @geminitheshapeshifter (GeminiTay) and @wiiltedrosee (ScottSmajor)

I'm open to any asks and characters! (OCs included. Those are so cool.)

Note: In no way, shape, or form am I trying to impersonate the content creator Smallishbeans! I am simply roleplaying as the character he plays because I'm neurodivergent

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Tagging system! (Will definitely be updated)

Characters:

anonymous ask | and the hound is humming you a lie (I'm counting this one.)

ask-the-grian | to my name. to the hills

jellie-tamer | don't look up to me. i'm not as tall as you think

askmumbojumbo | bury me as it pleases you lover

soliidariity | i sleep so i can see you 'cause i hate to wait so long

critter-cove | i celebrate the day that you changed my history

ask-tubbo-bee | i've been told to wait but why should there be silence

AUs:

pearlescentmoondoesthings | the moon will sing a song for me

ethoslabdoesthings | you will scream "i won't forget you" but I'll cover my cold ears

superhero au | where do we run when the cats kill one by one

Extra:

ooc | i see the moonlight steal across my sheets

in character | i could hear and that's enough

reblogs | i can be different. i can't be puppeted

writing | one small drop in a monthful of blood

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i like boats

and men

[optimismxmagicism]

Vibe Staff Frenzy?!

(April Fools day!)

(OOC: Happy April Fools! For today, any asks sent with a 🎭 emoji will be answered with my muses having these big exaggerated emotions! Byleth will be happily laughing and smiling the whole time, while Ewan will be crying and sobbing! Feel free to embarrass them or ask weird questions, maybe these emotional surges will cause them to divulge more~)

As for why they’re like this….

“Hmm hm hmmm~” Ewan wandered into the dining hall, a subtle yet mischievous smile on his face. The place was full of its usual hustle and bustle, maybe even more than usual, the seats filled with students and faculty alike.

A little while ago the boy came across a merchant selling rare and banned magical items, which is how he ended up with a new staff. She called it a “Vibe Staff”, which had the power of messing with people’s emotions. Very rare and potentially dangerous, it seemed to be a scrapped prototype of an upgraded berserk staff. Seeing all the wonderfully naughty opportunities this presented, Ewan had immediately purchased the strange staff.

Just waving the staff around supposedly would be enough to affect every person in the immediate vicinity, though Ewan wasn’t sure what kind of emotions he’d be inflicting on others. Maybe if he thought of a specific emotion that’s what everyone would feel? Oh well, only one way to find out!

Seated in the hall as well was Professor Byleth, a Blue Lions teacher who had already caught Ewan attempting to cause trouble multiple times. Recognizing that glint in his eyes, he quietly approached the redheaded boy.

“Ewan.. what are you holding there?” He raised an eyebrow at the fact that Ewan quickly held something behind his back. “What, little old me? Nothing! Nothing at all~!” The mage replied with a singsong voice. Immediately suspicious, Byleth immediately reached for whatever Ewan was hiding, but the boy was faster, he quickly moved out of the way, and started to run in circles around the table with Byleth chasing after him.

“Ewan this isn’t funny. Whatever you’re doing, stop it.” The professor said with a stern voice, but Ewan would have none of it. “Oh come on teach, I’m just having a bit of fun! That’s all, promise!”

Ewan then quickly jumped onto a table in the middle of the hall, causing various eyes to turn to him. No better chance than now! He held up the strange staff and started to wave it around, just like the merchant instructed.

The staff started to emit a strange purple glow, temporarily blinding everyone. When the light dimmed, the results could only be described as total chaos.

Some people were sobbing uncontrollably, some were laughing up a storm and others were shouting in red-hot rage. Ewan himself could feel a deep, profound sadness well up inside him to the point he couldn’t stop crying. “I-I didn’t know I’d be.. I’d be affected too…! Waaaaahhhhhh!!!” He began to sob.

Byleth meanwhile, felt the most bizarre joy bubble within him. “Pfffw… ahaha… ahahahahaha….!!” He started to laugh, an expression on his face completely unrecognizable from how he usually was. “Ahahaha…! You… Ewan you’re in so..pfffw… so much trouble! Ahahahaha…!!” It was like his soul was being tickled against his will, the way he couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. He felt like singing and dancing all his joy out to the world! It was frankly, mortifying. “You should really turn this back! Ahahaha, this is awful! I’m so impressed though it makes me so happy!”

“Uuuuh….” Between sobs and sopping wet eyes, Ewan could barely form a sentence. “I’m soooorry!!! I don’t know.. h-how to stop thiiiiiisss!! Waaaaaahhhh! B-But the shop lady… *sniffle*… said it’s t-temporary….”

Oh dear. It seems like they need to wait it out to return back to normal…

[pxppinmolly-archived]

shimmies my shoulders.

IT’S TIME FOR SOME CHAR. TAGS.

[sociallyawkward--fics]

I Lost My Number, Can I Get Yours?

As usual, I have "first work in a fandom" jitters lol. Constructive criticism is fully welcome, if you think this is OOC or anything of the sort, since this is my first time writing for these characters lol. I hope you all enjoy this, and I blame everything on my friend who convinced me to watch the show (you know who you are).

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Summary: Clubs weren't Alec's scene, so he wasn't really sure how his siblings had convinced him to go out to one that night. He'd much rather be home alone, curled up with a good book, not watching his siblings compete over who could get the hottest person's number. That is, until he runs into a rather handsome stranger at the bar.

Word Count: 2148 words

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This wasn’t Alec’s scene.

The music was far too loud, the club was far too packed, and Alec wasn’t really one to drink. Even at the small standing table Alec and his siblings managed to claim, sweaty bodies pushed in against them from all sides. Alec didn’t want to be there, and he still didn’t understand how Jace and Izzy managed to drag him out. He really wished he was back home, right about then, curled up on his sofa with a good book and a beverage that was decidedly non-alcoholic.

“What about that brunette over there,” Jace said, directing Izzy’s gaze off into the crowd. “I bet I could get her number.”

Alec hated this game almost as much as he hated the clubs. Jace and Izzy pointed out attractive people, challenging themselves and each other to score their numbers before they left for the night. They tried to talk Alec into it numerous times, even just for hypotheticals, but Alec really wasn’t interested in the meaningless sex that usually came along with the game. It was fun for his siblings, and he respected that (though he could really do without them talking about it over dinner the next day), but Alec wanted something more serious, something real.

“Wait,” Izzy murmured, barely audible over the crowd, squinting in the direction Jace was pointing. “The one with the tattoos on her face?”

Jace leaned over their table with a grin. “That’s the one.”

Izzy snorted in laughter. “You took her home two weeks ago, her name was Kaelie.”

Jace’s face went slack and he whipped around to look at whatever girl it was again. “What?! No way. I swear I would remember a girl with face tattoos.”

Izzy shook her head with a grin, her eyes scanning the crowd near the bar. She hummed appreciatively as she scanned the crowd. “Lots of cute boys over there, Alec,” she goaded.

Alec rolled his eyes, sipping at the beer he hadn’t even wanted. “Not interested, Izzy.”

Jace’s eyes lit up as he found his next target. “The redhead, six o’ clock.” 

Izzy turned her head, and Alec did as well more out of habit than anything. Sure enough, there was a little redhead leaning against another standing table halfway across the room. There was some nerdy looking guy next to her talking animatedly with his hands, and Alec just barely managed to catch the tail-end of someone leaving their table in the direction of the bar.

“Ooh,” Izzy purred, a mischievous smile curling at the edges of her lips. “Her friend is kinda nerd-hot, don’t you think?”

Jace turned back toward them, a bright grin on his lips. “I bet you I can get the girl’s number before you get his.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “That’s a bet I can easily win, Jace. Are you sure you want to risk your money?”

Jace scoffed and looked toward Alec. “Who’s your money on? Come on, you gotta bet--”

“What I need,” Alec grumbled, rubbing his forehead to fight off an oncoming headache, “is another drink.”

Izzy pursed her lips. “We’ll wait to pounce until you get back. I know how funny you think it is to watch Jace crash and burn.”

Alec smirked and shook his head, shoving his way into the crowd to make his way to the bar. It took far too long and far too much shoving before he finally got there, practically tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on the edge of the bar. He huffed out a breath to compose himself and flagged down the bartender.

“And who are you,” he heard someone mutter to themselves next to him, barely audible over the music.

Alec glanced over and he swore his brain shut down for several seconds. He was standing next to the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life, all dark eyes and golden skin. His shirt was unbuttoned unfairly low, and Alec had to snap himself out of letting his eyes trail down the exposed skin. He was more respectful than that.

He felt less guilty about it once his brain rebooted and he realized that the man was looking him up and down just as, if not more, hungrily as Alec had almost been doing to him. The man finally met Alec’s eyes and smirked, leaning one side against the bar and tilting his head up toward Alec.

“And what’s your name then, handsome?”

Alec’s mouth went dry and he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He stammered for a moment before finally managing what was probably an awkward smile and a far-too-quiet, “Alec.”

The man’s smirk widened, and he offered up a hand. “Magnus Bane.”

Alec wiped his hand on his jeans again before reaching out to shake Magnus’s hand. He swallowed and cleared his throat. He didn’t know how to proceed from here.

“Who’d you come with tonight?” Magnus asked.

“Uh, my--my siblings,” Alec said. “And yourself?”

Magnus shifted closer and Alec did his best to stand his ground instead of shying away. “Family friends.”

Alec nodded, giving into his nervous habits and rubbing his thumb into his opposite palm. He knew Jace and Izzy were probably wondering what was taking him so long, Jace would probably get bored and go after that redhead without Alec there to watch and laugh, but he couldn’t bring himself to step away from Magnus. He couldn’t even take his eyes off him.

Magnus glanced down before looking back up at Alec through his eyelashes. “So,” he all but purred, and Alec’s breath caught in his throat. “It seems like I’ve lost my number. Do you think I could get yours?”

Alec blinked, the words registering in his mind, and just like that, the tension was finally broken. Alec snorted out a laugh, bending over slightly and clapping a hand over his mouth, his free arm wrapping around his stomach. Alec wasn’t normally one to giggle, but at the moment it seemed like he couldn’t stop. When he managed to look back up at Magnus through teary eyes, he was grinning victoriously and Alec’s heart jumped traitorously in his chest.

“You know,” Alec managed to say eventually, his nerves far more settled, “I think I’ve heard my brother use that line at least ten times, and I’ve never seen it go this well before.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow and stepped directly into Alec’s space, so they were practically chest-to-chest. “It’s going well, then?”

Alec bit his lip to try and keep himself from grinning any wider. “I’d say you’re already doing pretty well for yourself.”

“Is that so?”

Alec hummed, feeling far braver than usual and bringing his hand up to hover just above Magnus’s waist. Magnus raised his other eyebrow and leaned his body into Alec’s hand without even looking down.

“Before I do get that number, however,” Magnus said, trailing off slightly and looking nervous for the first time since Alec had spotted him, fidgeting with the multitude of rings on his fingers, “you should know, I don’t do one-night stands.”

Alec released a tension in his shoulders that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. His smile came much easier and he didn’t even hesitate before reaching into his pocket and offering Magnus his unlocked phone.

“Neither do I.”

Magnus laughed lightly and took the phone from Alec’s hands. Alec leaned forward and watched upside-down as Magnus put in his contact information (and Alec had to smother another laugh when Magnus put a ridiculous series of hearts in his contact name) and then texted himself from Alec’s phone.

“So, is ‘Alec’ short for something?” Magnus asked as he handed Alec back his phone and pulled out his own.

Alec shrugged. “Alexander, but no one calls me that.”

Magnus let out a teasing hum and Alec narrowed his eyes, leaning forward to read upside down once again and snorting when he saw that Magnus had set it as his contact name (along with another absurd series of emojis).

“Hopefully I haven’t pulled you away from your family for too long,” Magnus said after his phone was slipped away once again.

Alec shook his head and looked away, scanning the club for Izzy and Jace. “No, I--” 

His brow furrowed when he saw their previous table was empty. His eyes darted around for a moment before shooting over to where he remembered the redhead and her nerdy friend standing. Sure enough, there Jace and Isabelle were. Alec snorted.

“Seems like my brother finally went after that redhead he was eyeing.”

Magnus’s eyes lit up. “Redhead, you say?” He glanced back at the table Alec had been looking at. “It looks like we don’t have to part so soon, my dear Alexander. That just so happens to be my party.”

Alec smiled. “Before we head back, I should warn you…”

Magnus raised his eyebrows again and leaned back into Alec’s space. Alec chuckled nervously.

“Jace and Izzy play this game, who can get the number of the hottest person in the club or something like that. Before I left, they were better on who would get one of your friends’ numbers first.”

Magnus snorted a laugh. “Well, I wish much luck to whoever tries to go after Clary.” Then he got a sly look on his face. “And? Who’s winning?”

Alec cocked a playful eyebrow. “The bet, or the game?”

“Either.”

Alec grinned and pulled Magnus in even closer by his hips. “Tonight? Pretty certain it’s me.”

Magnus hummed and gave him a once-over. “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’m in the running for first place, too.”

Alec hoped the odd lighting of the club helped to hide his blush, but based off Magnus’s triumphant smile, it didn’t do much. They didn’t linger by the bar much longer, grabbing themselves some drinks and fighting their way through the crowd back to Magnus’s table. Izzy smiled wide when she saw him.

“Alec! We were starting to worry that you got lost!”

And then her eyes drifted over to Magnus, and the fact that there was very little space between the two of them, and they widened. Alec glared at her, but Izzy just smirked. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything right away, turning back to the nerdy boy, who looked incredibly flustered to be in her presence and seemed to be very carefully keeping his gaze solely on her face.

Jace, on the other hand, hadn’t even noticed their approach. He was too busy striking out with the redhead, who didn’t seem to be taking any of his shit. Good, Jace needed someone to knock some sense into him every once in a while, and it couldn’t always be him or Izzy.

“Clary, Simon,” Magnus announced his presence, sweeping into the circle around the table with a grand gesture. “This is Alexander.”

Izzy and Jace both turned to him with raised eyebrows, but Alec just rolled his eyes. He joined the table with a lot less flourish and gave an awkward wave to Magnus’s companions. Clary gave him a smile, while Simon still looked panicked to have Izzy standing so close.

“Don’t mind my siblings,” Alec said to them, gesturing to Izzy and Jace. “They’re idiots.”

Izzy and Jace made affronted noises, and Alec hid his grin against the lip of his drink. Magnus, however, was a lot less subtle, throwing back his head in laughter. Alec couldn’t help but stare at the long expanse of his neck, the necklaces that trailed down from it, bouncing against his collarbone and dancing down the exposed skin of his chest…

Alec shook himself and cleared his throat, managing to drag his eyes away from Magnus. Jace and Izzy were shooting him knowing looks, but Alec quickly looked away to try and deter their teasing, at least a little while longer, hopefully when they were no longer in Magnus’s earshot.

Instead, Alec tossed his arm over Magnus’s shoulders as casually as he could, burying a smile when Magnus immediately leaned into his side and rested his head on Alec’s shoulder. Then, when he looked down at Magnus, Magnus wiggled his eyebrows and nodded very deliberately in Jace’s direction. Alec grinned.

He leaned forward, careful not to jostle Magnus too much, and pulled out his phone, waving it tauntingly in front of Izzy and Jace.

“By the way? I won.”

Jace’s jaw dropped and Izzy clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes torn between pride and mirth. He knew he was going to get even more teasing for it later, but that didn’t matter, not when Magnus was tossing his head back into another one of those full-bodied laughs and gripping Alec’s bicep to help keep his balance.

So long as Alec got to hear that laugh for a long time coming, he would put up with all the teasing in the world.

[invictarre-archive]

@ghostlyanon​ asked: 🌻 🌻 two for both ic & ooc

1. okay so I know that Boney M’s Rasputin has become a haha funny meme song, but it actually slaps ????? like it’s so catchy and the instrumental is actually really good at getting across the vibe they were going for, the chanted “hey”s add a lot, and the lyrics are so simple yet effective ????? they decided to tell a story about rasputin, they did it, and they made an absolute tune while they were at it

2. also found family is my favourite trope ????? like it’s so heartwarming and innocent and it’s always lovely to see a ragtag group of characters go from strangers to friends to family. whether they come together because of shared misfortune or something as simple as a chance meeting, it makes me  

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                     ❝  While we’re on the topic of Rotoms, they’re only mischievous if they're bored. They’re intelligent pokemon who require ‘round the clock entertainment, and if they’re not getting it from their Trainer they’ll get it from whatever electronics happen to be nearby.

                     I’ve kept mine entertained by letting them use the internet on my phone. Usually I wake up to nothing but hours and hours of watched YouTube videos and some sent emails containing nothing but keysmashes and copy-pasted emojis, but that’s better than having my refrigerator or oven get possessed and start wrecking havoc in the middle of night.  ❞

                     ❝  This ties tangentially into my next point: as a Trainer, it’s your responsibility to make sure that all pokemon have a suitable environment to live in. So often I’ve seen novices make the mistake of housing all types in the same environment, and then they wonder why they’re seeing problems.

                     If a pokemon is a pack animal, like Luxray or Zigzagoon, it’s okay to house them in the same environment as others of their type or species. It’s encouraged, in fact. However, if you’re dealing with a lone wolf type, like Charizard or Empoleon, you need to keep them away from others. They’ll get territorial over everything, from food to toys to the affection of the Trainer, and if you don’t give them their own space they’ll be sure to fight.  ❞

[hyperfixationspam]

jonmartin voice requests transcript

i don’t think anybody’s made a transcript of the requests from the gaming & giving stream yet so here it is. i cut out the first few minutes where they’re just getting ready and a few minutes at the end, but otherwise it’s the full thing

ALEX (out of character): So, we are going to be going through a bunch of reads which are what people have been, basically providing us to say. I’ve not seen these beyond checking that I can open the document, so this is sort of, a bit of a blind read on my end.

JONNY: I’ve read through some of them and they are awful.

ALEX: (laughing) Fabulous. Great. So with that in mind, I’m now opening it up. Um... okay, cool, so for the first one, you- I need to interrupt you. (frustrated) Oh, fine.

JONNY: Okay, so this is from donut_bridgetrose. (spooky voice) The Magnus Archives is a podcast-

ALEX (ooc, very loud and overenthusiastic): FUCK, DUDE! YEAH IT SURE IS!

(Jonny starts laughing out of shock)

ALEX: I thought that was an appropriate level of enthusiasm.

JONNY: (laughing) Sorry, I didn’t expect you to put quite so much pepper on that one!

ALEX: I mean, I don’t know what to say like-

JONNY: No, fair enough, fair enough.

ALEX: I’m just reading with (???) intent. I’m up next, who’s this one from?

JONNY: Uh, reatx.

ALEX: Okay, given the writing of this one, I’m going to assume this is actually intended as a Martin one, not an Alex one, so I’ll do it as such. (clears throat to do Martin voice, disappointed tone) Jon, please j-just stop reheating tea in the microwave!

JONNY: The next one is from sofairycakes. Again, I’m gonna assume it’s a- like, I think these are all pretty much JonMartin ones, to be honest. I don’t think anyone’s actually said- the thing is, Alex, I don’t think anyone actually cares what *we* say.

ALEX: (laughs) That’s true. So I think we need to do this one like-

JONNY: No one’s paying to have, like, Alexander J. Newall say something, you know?

ALEX: It’s fine, I’ll pay me. Okay, I think we have to do this simultaneously.

JONNY: Yeah, because it says “both.” Or... let’s- do you want to go first?

ALEX: I don’t know if it is- no, let’s say it together, let’s say it together. Let’s try and sync up.

JONNY: I don’t- I don’t think they want it simultaneously. I think what this means is they don’t mind which one’s which.

ALEX: Very well, in which case then, I’ll go first.

JONNY: Okay.

ALEX: And I’ll do it as a Martin one, then. (clears throat, Martin voice, soft) I-I’ll take care of you.

JONNY (Archivist): (hoarse, upset voice) It’s rotten work.

ALEX (Martin): Not to me. Not if it’s you. (ooc) There you go.

JONNY: Okay. Ac3yspac3y-

(Alex laughs)

JONNY: Or, ace 3 space 3.

ALEX: Okay, great.

JONNY: (clears throat)

ALEX: Yeah, really get the-

JONNY (ooc, looking straight at the camera): Four rats in a trench coat is the best Peter Lukas, and we love him.

ALEX: (laughs) Direct to camera address, very nice, okay. (as Martin) Jon, why isn’t Lonely Eyes *our* ship name? (ooc) Who was that from, by the way?

JONNY: That was from compostwitch. Next one is from theoceaninmotion, there’s a whole bunch for you.

ALEX: Ooh, yeah. Oh, my formatting’s terrible, I’m gonna do the unspeakable, I’m now just gonna start looking at the text instead of your face. (computer screen shines in his eyes) Ooh, that’s bright, maybe not, maybe not. Okay, gimme a second to just mess with my formatting because I can’t see nothing.

JONNY: There’s very little like streaming to make you realize quite how absurdly pale you are after a year of just being inside.

ALEX: Outside is bad time. Right, okay, I’m gonna give this a go, then. Forgive me if I hesitate here, I’ll do my best. (clears throat) No, don’t-

JONNY: This is from- sorry. This is from theoceaninmotion.

ALEX (Martin): No, don’t click- Peter, just-just give me your phone, I’ll get the emojis set up, but I-I *refuse* to help you understand Elias’s texts any further from here. There are just some things I don’t need to know! (grossed out noise)

JONNY: This is from joeytwoeyes.

ALEX: I’m gonna assume Martin as well. (as Martin) Mm, assassins killing Elias? My favorite!

JONNY: This one is from nagev.

ALEX: Uhh. Alright, I think this one might be for me, like not a Martin one. (deep sigh) Harrison Campbell is my favorite author.

JONNY: This is one for me from riotcontrolcamp. (as the Archivist) Sometimes people will ask me about my life aspirations and I’m like, I don’t know, I thought I’d be in a car with my hand out of the tail light by now.

ALEX: (laughs) I like that one.

JONNY: This one’s from Cassidy.

ALEX (Martin): Forgive and forget? (very quickly shifts into a hysterical voice that’s very much not Martin’s) No! Resent and remember! (cackles evilly)

JONNY: From cucumberkale, this is a two hander.

ALEX: Oh, yeah, I’m first. (as Martin) I have done nothing wrong ever, on my life.

JONNY (Archivist): I know this and I love you. (ooc) Good little Parks and Rec reference there.

ALEX: Oh, yeah!

JONNY: From the bluescapegoat.

ALEX (Martin, mischievous): Jon, uh, did you hear about the explosion at the cheese shop?

JONNY (Archivist): What? What cheese shop?

ALEX: (wiggling eyebrows) Yeah, da brie [debris] was everywhere.

JONNY: (deep sigh) This apocalypse has officially gone on for too long. (ooc) This is from alfcommittingcrimes.

ALEX: (laughs) (as Martin) Hello, Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I would like to remind you I love you. (laughs)

JONNY: Aww.

ALEX: Cute reference.

JONNY: Um, this one’s from Monty. This isn’t actually-

ALEX: This is more of an instruction.

JONNY: They haven’t scripted anything, yeah. Um, okay. (as the Archivist) Martin, I’m very sorry for ever saying that I hated your tea.

ALEX (Martin): It’s okay. Some things are more important than tea. (ooc) There you go. I thought I’d go sincere-

JONNY (ooc): Oh no! Martin’s been replaced! (Alex laughs) Anyways, this one is from tomakeitworse and it’s for you, Alex. Well, as Martin, not as you.

ALEX (ooc): I mean it’s wrong, but okay. (as Martin) Oolong is the best tea.

JONNY: From shikashaman. (statement voice) Statement of Benedict Avalanche regarding clown milk. Statement begins. Honk.

ALEX: (laughing) I think that’s a call back to earlier this stream, so. (makes ok symbol) Very class act.

JONNY (ooc): One from ladymystree for me. (Sasha giggling in the background)

ALEX: I’m hearing giggling on your end, I think someone’s enjoying themself.

JONNY: No, it’s fine. They’re doing a cryptic crossword and I’m sure they’ve just stumbled across a-

ALEX: It’s really cryptic. Really cryptic. Yeah, it’s a cryptic giggle, alright. Carry on, then.

JONNY (Archivist): Ceaseless Watcher, evict this feline, Her Serene Highness The Empress Nyx from out of the *goddamn* Christmas tree.

ALEX: (laughing) I like that one.

JONNY (ooc): This is from myth_ac. (as the Archivist) Martin and I have this connection where we finish each other’s-

ALEX (Martin): Sentences!

JONNY (Archivist): Don’t interrupt me.

ALEX (ooc): (laughs) I quite like that one as well.

JONNY (ooc): Yeah, I don’t know what that one’s from, I recognise it. But it’s, uh, redderie. (as the Archivist) I’ve been asked why I changed my opinion on poetry. I do not know this. This information is unattainable such as it is. Not even my endless resources could solve such a mystery. No, I did not fall in love with a poet on purpose, next question. (Alex laughs) (ooc) This one’s from coinmaster. Uh, and it’s for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): Thank you so much for asking, Jon. My ideal date, uh, would be getting home after a long day, curling up next to a roaring fire and listening to Rusty Quill Gaming. It’s-it’s a podcast, it’s distributed by Rusty Quill.

JONNY (Archivist): Oh, yes, I’ve heard of it. It’s not very good. (roasting) Ohhhh!

ALEX: But it does have a Creative Commons attribution non-commercial sharealike 4.0 international license, so that’s quite cool, too. (ooc) (laughs) I may have riffed there, I apologise.

JONNY (ooc): It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ve said what they’ve asked us to say, anything additional is- that’s bonus. (Alex laughs) This one is from mstars, for me to read in statement voice.

ALEX: Oh! (laughs hysterically, tries to compose himself)

JONNY (statement voice): Why are you so far away in Galactonium? Hey, won’t you save me? Hold me, maybe? I just want to be your little clone baby.

ALEX: (laughs) And that’s in my head for the rest of the day.

JONNY (ooc): This is for you. I refuse to listen to it. I’ve- too many people have told me it’s good. Which means that-

ALEX: Automatically, yeah. Understood.

JONNY: Well, no, it’s just, like- I don’t want it stuck in my head. I’m aware, if I listen to it, it’s in my head forever, and I can’t risk that.

ALEX: You don’t want him- you don’t want Tim getting- well, Tim and Ben, you don’t want them living rent free there.

JONNY: They can’t win!

ALEX: Understood. Okay, in that case, then. (as Martin) Sorry, Elias, I can’t hear you, there’s a panopticon in the way! (ooc) Fair.

JONNY: One from b_ees. Another for you.

(TheBrothersMeredith in the chat: Coward)

ALEX: Oh no.

JONNY: Mm-hm.

ALEX (Martin): (grunt) I’m trying to sneak around in the Lonely, but I’m-I’m dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks just- it keeps alerting the Eye!

JONNY: One from thequack04. (as the Archivist) I have had a very long day, I am very small, and I have no money, so you can imagine the stress I’m under. Square brackets this is a John Mulaney quote close square brackets. (Alex laughs) (ooc) One for you. Uh, from misssunflower94.

ALEX (ooc): I’m gonna assume this is for actually me.

JONNY: No, I think it is for Martin, because remember, Martin’s opinions on poetry.

ALEX: Uh, no, fair, actually, no, I take that back. You are correct, you are correct. (as Martin) I don’t know, I just- I’ve always found Oscar Wilde to just be a bit... overrated?

JONNY: One for me, from awildmeerie. (as the Archivist) Hello demons, it’s me, ya boy. (Alex laughs) (ooc) Um, (stumbles over the name) emperiocism. Sorry for that, emperiocism. Can Jonny sing/speak in his most serious Archivist voice? (serious Archivist voice, speaking) Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

ALEX: Oh, don’t- (incomprehensible frustrated noises) god.

JONNY (ooc): From marsmagnusandkbouchard, this is for you.

ALEX (Martin): (very angry) Fuck being the bigger person, I’m just- (feral) I’m just gonna start biting people!

JONNY: Excellent. One for both of us from zestymayos92.

ALEX (ooc): (laughing, tries to compose himself) (as Martin) The world ended, and that is super not poggers.

JONNY (Archivist): You’re right, Martin, very not poggers indeed. (ooc) One from catskeleton for you.

ALEX (ooc): That’s just- oh. (as Martin) Roses are red, violets are blue. I’m definitely not a ghost, and Jon, I love you.

JONNY: I have a really difficult one- this anonymous one is difficult because it says “in the style of Sailor Moon” and I’ve not seen many anime, um, animi, sorry, in my life.

ALEX (ooc): The plural is anipodes.

JONNY: And Sailor Moon is not one, so I have no idea what-

ALEX: As far as I am aware, if you want to do it representatively, your clothes need to fly off in a large elaborate explosion and be replaced with some kind of dress-based armor. But that may not be feasible.

JONNY (Archivist): (very awkward) I am the pretty Avatar who fights for the Eye and for knowledge! I am the Archivist, and now, in the name of the Ceaseless Watcher, I’ll punish you! (ooc) I... I don’t know.

ALEX: I think that might have been actually pretty decently close. It’s been a few years since I watched a Sailor Moon, so don’t hold me to that though.

JONNY: I’ve only ever seen silent gifs on... your Tumblrs or your Twitters. Anyways, this is from theraccoonfriend. (as the Archivist) Get out of my swamp. (ooc) Uh, from Kath, for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): I’m fine! Stop asking!

JONNY: From sunnyjordie, for you, Alex.

ALEX (Martin): Hey, would you help me out? I’m very gay and a few- and I’d like a few dollars. (ooc) I’m gonna do that again, I think I screwed it up. (as Martin) Hey, would you help me out? I’m very gay and I’d like a few dollars.

JONNY: Square brackets this is a John Mulaney-

ALEX (Martin): Square brackets this is a John Mulaney quote close square brackets.

JONNY: Um, from Linothy, for both.

ALEX (Martin): Please, pleeeease stop drinking tea by just putting the bag in your mouth and just chugging hot water.

JONNY (Archivist): I’m *cultured*, Martin. (ooc) And dang3rgrang3r, or dang 3er grang 3er. Uh, for both.

ALEX (Martin): God, Jon, why don’t you ever wear your own clothes?

JONNY (Archivist): I like your sweater! It makes me feel...

ALEX (Martin): It makes you feel like a thief!

JONNY (Archivist): No, it makes me feel *safe*.

ALEX (Martin): Aww, Jon...

JONNY (ooc): One from voidbean.

ALEX (Martin): I’m sorry, you were STABBED??

JONNY (Archivist): *Lightly* stabbed, I didn’t want to frighten you. (ooc) I think that’s a Brooklyn 99 one.

ALEX (ooc): Yeah, so do I, actually.

JONNY: Sarafifi24.

ALEX (Martin): Press X to pay respects.

JONNY: So from alfcommittingvoicecrimes, they’ve asked “sing chorus of Pump Shanty.” And the thing is, if you want to hear me singing the chorus of Pump Shanty, that is available on Bandcamp, Youtube, and Spotify. So, Alex, why don’t you do it?

ALEX (ooc): Okay, I have no idea so I’m gonna take a random stab in the dark.

JONNY: I’m very excited to hear it.

ALEX: With a tune that doesn’t even scan in terms of meter.

JONNY: No, like just- it’s a folk tune so just sing it like a folk. Sing it to an old folk tune.

ALEX: ...Yes.

JONNY: You know, an old folk tune.

ALEX: (to a tune that’s definitely not Pump Shanty) Pump me boys, let’s a-fly, down to hell and up to the sky. Bend your backs and break your bones, we’re just a million miles from home. (cringing) I have no idea what that should be-

JONNY: (trying not to laugh) Brilliant. No, that was it. You got it.

ALEX: Oh, wicked. I was worried for a moment.

JONNY: No, that was... uncanny, to be honest. We’ve got a few more that are from Nobles donations, so these don’t have specific donor names, so we can just go back and forth.

ALEX: The first one’s as Wilde. (as Wilde) I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying.

JONNY (Archivist?): Blartin, that is, Paul Blartin Martin Cop is on his segue and eye ass Jon is sitting on the handlebars. He is facing Blartin in a koala-esque embrace which is not quite an embrace but rather for structural support. His ass eyes are out and alert. He knows all. Petty theft perishes under their collaborative iron fist.

ALEX: (laughing incredulously) Okay!

JONNY (ooc): Do you want to do this one? I think- yeah.

ALEX: Okay, okay, sure. (deep breath, as Martin) Hey, you can do this. It’s been really, really rough, but you can do this.

JONNY (Archivist): Working at the Magnus Institute was like a four year game show called “Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?” but instead of winning money, you lose your bloody soul. (ooc) Okay. (as the Archivist) You’re a child, an infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He’s not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you could dream. He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold, and his kiss still thrills me after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He’s not my boyfriend, he is all and he is more.

ALEX (Martin): You’re an incurable romantic.

JONNY (Archivist): (next request) He thinks I don’t notice, but the bodies in the hallway speak a clear language. Death is all around us, no one is safe. The signs all point in one direction: Martin’s totally sus.

ALEX (Martin): (noises of disbelief) O-okay, come on, I am innocent! How could you even think that??

JONNY: Martin was ejected.

ALEX (ooc): (laughs) I think that’s it.

JONNY: Yeah, I think that’s the list.

[alpxcamin]

A Wedding Cake to Seal the Deal

Requested?: Nahhh

Words: 2.4k

Group: Idol Producer

Member(s): Zhangjing (feat. Zhengting)

A/N: Rip I was just inspired by a prompt I saw and quickly wrote it down. I hope you enjoy it and that it’s not too bad. Also, apologies if Zhangjing is a bit OOC, I wrote this in a bit of a hurry.

Recently, many of your friends have been getting engaged and married. They would all ask you to come and be their bridesmaid, which you agreed to. Usually, you would be completely against these events, but they are your friends...and there is free cake. So for the past few months, you had consumed about ten pounds of cake or something.

You’d think that you’d be sick of cake by now, but apparently not. After the weddings have stopped and your work has been getting busier and busier, you have been craving for cake more and more. However, you can’t just buy five cakes because it’s expensive. You find yourself revisiting one of the wedding cake shops your friend had bought her cake from. They offer free samples for engaged couples and their cakes are just the absolute best.

The only thing stopping you from eating the cakes is that you aren’t engaged, you don’t even have a boyfriend, and that shop is just too expensive for your broke self. You pout, sitting on your couch thinking about ways to steal a cake. You search online for ideas, but there have been no useful results.

“Ugh, maybe I should just ask someone to be engaged to me and then we can both get free cake or something,” you mindlessly mumble to yourself.

You sigh, absentmindedly scrolled for a few minutes before realizing that you are an absolute genius. The corners of your mouth immediately draw up into a big smile, your eyes gleaming with excitement. Quickly going onto Facebook, you post a note, hoping someone would respond.

Hey, does anyone want to be fake engaged to me for some free wedding cake samples? Please respond, thanks!

You lick your lips excitedly as you immediately start getting notifications. However, your brows scrunch together and you frown in disappointment. They were only from your friends commenting on getting a boyfriend first. Amidst all your friends' comments, you manage to find one posted by a guy named You Zhangjing. Both of you had gone to the same high school, but never really talked. You are honestly a little surprised since neither of you really know each other at all. The only thing you remember is that he has a butt load of friends and an enormous appetite.

Cake you say? Count me in! ^^

You giggle at the little emoji at the end, quickly typing up a response, telling him to meet you at a nearby cafe. He responds back with a quick ‘gotcha’ and you nod before throwing your phone onto the couch and getting up to change.

You toss on a sweater over your tank top and pull on some jeans instead of your sweatpants. You rush to grab a small bag with your wallet, charger, and earbuds inside. You leap towards your couch, snatching your phone before sliding into your shoes and head out the door.

You put in your earbuds, humming softly to the music as you skip your way over to the cafe. Luckily, it is only a block away and you go there often after work for a quick snack. The staff knows you well as you have become a regular there.

“Hey, how are you, y/n?” Zhenting greets you at the door. He smiles at you, as usual, waiting for customers to walk in.

“I’m great. I get to have some cake today,” you giggle, finding a seat for yourself.

Zhengting follows, “So, are you going to order then?”

You shake your head, sitting down, “Nah, I’m actually waiting for someone. We’re going to pretend we’re engaged and go eat some free samples.”

“You pig, of course, you are,” Zhengting jokes.

“Says you. Your last name sounds like pig,” you tease back, sticking your tongue out.

The two of you laugh at your stupid joke before you turn back to your phone and Zhengting back to his job. You scroll for a little while before vaguely hearing your name. You look up and see that Zhengting is pointing at you while a shorter male stands next to him, his confusion clearing up as you make eye contact. You watch as he happily skips over and sitting down in the chair in front of you.

“Y/n, right? Long time no see,” Zhangjing laughs, putting out his hand for you to shake.

“Yeah, we didn’t even really talk back in high school, huh,” you chuckle, shaking his hand.

“Yup, such a pity. But hey, here we are, bonding over our love for free cake,” he snickers, licking his lips.

“Alright, so how should we do this? We obviously don’t have rings so why don’t we go buy those fake, plastic ones?” you suggest.

“As long as I get my cake, I’m fine with whatever,” Zhangjing says, standing up.

You nod and stand up as well. The two of you skip out of the cafe and you wave to Zhengting before you leave. You see him making kissy faces and you roll your eyes. You look over at Zhangjing who seems to be just as excited as you.

The two of you make your way to a jewelry store. On the way, both of you had agreed that a plastic ring probably couldn’t fool the staff so you decided to just get the cheapest ring at a jewelry store and go redeem your free sample cakes.

“Oh they’re all so shiny,” you look around the store, a little dazed.

“Yeah, wow…” Zhangjing speechlessly glances around.

“Let’s just ask for the cheapest ring,” you lead the gaping man to the counter, “Um, excuse me. Which ring would be your cheapest one?”

“Cheapest? That’s an unusual request. I’ll go look for a few and be right back,” the woman at the counter chuckles and disappears behind the doors of the staff room.

“Why don’t we split the payment half and half?” Zhangjing suggests.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks for coming here with me,” you smile.

Zhangjing nods and smiles back as the woman comes back with a few tiny boxes in her hands. She places the velvet boxes on the counter, opening them one by one. Your eyes widen at each ring. All of them seem so expensive, yet they are the cheapest at the store.

“Alright, pick one that you like and we can find the right size for you,” the woman smiles, taking a step back.

You look over at Zhangjing, his eyes reflecting the sparkles of the rings. The two of you look at each ring, carefully examining them. He takes the one in the middle out of its box. It’s a simple band, a few tiny diamonds decorate the circumference. He grabs your hand and slips it onto your finger.

“Ooh, this one looks nice,” he grins, looking up at you for your approval.

“Yeah, I like this one too,” you nod.

“This one? Good choice...oh, it seems to be your size too!” the woman smiles, clasping her hands together,” And for the gentleman?”

“Me? Oh right...uh, how about this one then?” Zhangjing chuckles nervously, picking up the last ring. The band is a little thicker than yours and a single diamond sits delicately at the center rather than scattered around like yours.

“Wonderful. Since you both wanted the cheaper rings, these diamonds aren’t real,” the woman nods, punching in numbers into the computer.

The two of you nod before pulling out your wallets and splitting the payment. Thankfully, it isn’t really that expensive. Besides, it can be a nice souvenir for the two of you and you can brag to your friends about getting this gorgeous ring for some free cake.

“Alright, let’s go then,” you jump a little from excitement.

“Heck yeah, I’m so ready for the cake,” Zhangjing agrees, already pulling you out the door.

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“Wow, this place is amazing!” Zhangjing gasps at the site of all the cakes.

“I know right? I came here when my friends got married and the cakes here are THE bomb,” you look around, taking in the sight and the wonderful smell of the cakes drift to your nose.

“Welcome, have you two been here before?” a staff member quickly notices the two of you and he scurries over.

“Ah, we just got engaged,” Zhangjing says, suddenly becoming shy.

You nod, happily clinging to Zhangjin’s arm. The two of you had practiced your acting on the way to the bakery. You had to make sure they believed you. The staff member notices and grins widely, clapping his hands.

“Congrats! I assume the two of you are looking for a cake then. We have some free samples for newly engaged couples. Why don’t you come try some,” he motions the two of you to follow him.

You and Zhangjing gave each other a knowing glance before rushing to catch up with the long-legged staff member. You continue to cling to Zhangjing and you feel him snake an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You blush a little, but dismiss it as being too warm.

“Wonderful. Here, as you can see, there are labels. I’ll leave the two of you alone for now. Just come find me if you’ve made your decision,” the staff smiles kindly, before leaving.

You let out a giggle as soon as he leaves and look at Zhangjing with a mischievous expression on your face. Zhangjing wiggles his brows at you before diving in the samples. You reach for the one with the pastel frosting and stab your fork into it.

You close your eyes, savoring the chocolatey flavor of it. You offer some to Zhangjing who happily accepts and shares some of his with you. Soon, the two of you have finished more than half the samples. You groan a little, pouting at how quickly you became full.

“Let’s just have one last one. I don’t think I can fit any more cake into my stomach after it,” Zhangjing sighs, attempting to lick off the chocolate and frosting staining his mouth.

“I was just going to say that. Let’s pick a good one,” you nod, looking around.

A cute, flowery one catches your eye and you reach for it. Zhangjing is also reaching for it and the two of your hands touch. He immediately retracts his hand, nervously apologizing. You pick up the plate and cut a chunk off with your fork and hover it in front of Zhangjing’s chocolate covered lips. He looks a little stunned and you giggle.

“Open up, future hubby,” you laugh, as Zhangjing opens his mouth wide open, and smiling sheepishly, slowly chewing the cake.

“Oh, this one’s good. Here let me feed you now,” Zhangjing seems to have recovered from his temporary shock.

He easily grabs the plate and fork from you, shocking you a bit. You blush a little as his fingers skim over yours as you hand the plate over. You suddenly begin to wonder why the two of you had never hung out in high school. You’re sure you would have gotten along swimmingly, just as the two of you are now.

“Open up, here comes the choo-choo train,” Zhangjing giggles, gently waving the fork in front of your mouth.

You blush a little, looking away and opening your mouth, refusing to make eye contact with him as he feeds you a piece of the cake. You munch away happily, finally looking back at Zhangjing who seems content with finishing up the cake.

“Ah, thanks for giving me this opportunity to eat so much cake...and for catching up,” Zhangjing puts the plate down and grabs your hands.

“Oh yeah, no problem…” you shly avoid his eyes,” You know, we should do this again sometime.”

“How about...next time, we come here as an actual engaged couple?” Zhangjing’s soft tone shocks you.

“An actual couple? I–” you stutter, a little surprised.

“Shoot, sorry, only if you want. I just...I just really enjoyed today and I really want to spend more time with you,” Zhangjing quickly lets go of your hands before shaking his head, ruffling his hair with his hand.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’d love that...let’s go on another date now, shall we?” you giggle at his cute antics, taking back his hands into yours.

“This was a date?” he asks, shocked.

“I mean, we came here engaged, right?” you laugh.

“True. Alright then, let’s go out for dinner. I’m really craving for some hot pot now,” Zhangjing grins, wrapping his arm around you

“Ah, you read my mind. Let’s go!” you agree, looping your own arms around him.

The two of you excitedly skip out of the store, leaving the confused staff waiting by the door. Zhangjing suggests a restaurant and the two of you hop onto the bus, hand in hand. You look up at Zhangjing who looks back down at you when he notices you watching him. His gaze is soft and you lean a little closer to him.

“I look forward to being your girlfriend. I’m just going to apologize in advance for the amount of money you might have to spend on my food,” you smile.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s just go enjoy as much food as possible,” Zhangjing lightly bounces, his arms still around you, “Besides, you’re my girlfriend now. I have to spoil you with the finest thing in the world, food!”

“You’re so greasy, just like your last name,” you roll your eyes, smiling at the pun you had made.

“No, that was horrible. Why would you say that?” Zhangjing groans, pulling away from you. His nose scrunches up and you laugh, pulling him back to you.

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s go eat now,” you light-heartedly apologize.

“Like hell you’re sorry,” Zhangjing pouts, “But you’re right. Let’s just go eat.”

[gif credits to @zhangjjng!]

~Admin Liz ♡

Tagging @ilynong

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Taking a Break - Shiro x Reader

Requested by Anon: how about an imagine where shiro and his s/o are taking a bubble bath together? no nsfw, just pure fluff (◕‿◕✿) (lmao i dont even like using this kind of emojis but this one just,, fits so well + its fine if you dont want to do it! its your own blog you write whatever you want)

Hopefully you like this, thanks for the request! Shiro definitely needs some tlc every once in a while, I also added in the bit about playing some music since we found out from that quiz in the guidebook thing that music relaxes him :D I hope he doesn’t come off as ooc nearer the end where he gets a bit silly and playful, but I feel like we’ve seen Shiro be goofy occasionally and I like the idea that when he’s with his s/o he let’s his guard down more.

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"I'm fine honestly, stop worrying Y/N" Shiro reassured his girlfriend, placing a hand gently on her face and smiling earnestly.

Y/N wasn't buying it however, the paladins had been involved in a pretty heavy firefight, their lions were looking a bit worse for wear and they were mechanical, so surely Shiro had to have a few bruises of his own.

"Y/N's right Shiro, you took quite a few hits out there, maybe you should go and spend some time in the cryo pod?" Keith suggested, looking concerned.

"Not you too, honestly Keith I'm OK, besides I've got to write up a report for the Blade of Malmora, and then I have to go over Black's diagnostics..." Shiro continued listing off the numerous tasks he had to get done.

"I'll come see you when I've finished OK Y/N?" Shiro finished placing a quick kiss on Y/N's lips and squeezing Keith's shoulder before departing.

"Why is he so damn stubborn?" Y/N asked with a irritated sigh.

"He's just doing what he thinks is best for the team" Keith replied in a tone that suggested he understood why Shiro acted the way he did, but that he too was frustrated by it.

"Putting himself through all of this stress is not what's best for the team"

"Note, I said what he thinks is best, doesn't mean he's right"

By this time the other paladins had gathered nearby and they too were looking after Shiro with concern.

"We should get Shiro to take a break, Y/N's right, he needs to relax" Hunk piped up.

"And how are we gonna do that, the only way he'll take a break is if he's forced to" Keith replied shrugging.

That gave Y/N an idea.

"Hey Pidge I need a favor" Y/N said grinning mischievously.

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20 minutes later and Y/N knocked on Shiro's door, hoping that her plan had worked out. She was feeling confident though, if anyone could do what she'd asked for it was Pidge. Now all she had to do was convince Shiro to go along with the rest of the plan.

"Come in" Shiro answered, he sounded a little on edge.

Y/N stepped into the room and had to withhold a smile, Shiro was leaning back in his chair in front of a blank computer screen (or what counted as a computer on and Altean ship).

"Hey, I figured you could do with some company to get you through all that boring paper work"

  "That's really lovely of you Y/N but there's not much paperwork going on unfortunately"

"Why not? What's the matter?" Y/N asked, pretending to be surprised, hopefully he was fooled.

"I don't know, one minute I'm typing, the next, the whole thing just shuts down" Shiro explained, gesturing at the computer. "I thought it was some kind of power cut in the castle but the lights are still working". He pinched the bridge of his nose "I'll have to get Pidge to take a look, this is the last thing I need, I'm behind as it is"

Y/N felt a wave of guilt, she was trying to make Shiro feel better, not worse.

"I heard Pidge say that she was busy with some kind of project and was very adamant that she didn't want to be disturbed"

"I'll go talk to Hunk about it then" Shiro sighed and went to stand up.

"Errr...well he's asleep, so maybe it's not the best idea to disturb him"

Shiro groaned and flopped back into his chair looking defeated. Y/N felt bad, she didn't like lying to him like this; but she reminded herself that this was for his benefit. She walked over and wrapped her arms around Shiro's neck and kissed the top of his head, Shiro let out a hum of appreciation and closed his eyes.

"You know what you could do..."

"What?"

"Take a bath, it would really help those sore muscles of yours"

"My muscles are just fin-"

"Shiro..."

"Ok...Ok, fine I guess a nice hot shower would feel pretty nice"

"I said a bath, not a shower, how are you supposed to relax in a shower?"

"But a shower is faster and more convenient and-"

"Shiro, for me...Please"

Shiro waited for a beat and then turned around to look at Y/N as if he was going to argue, but upon seeing her expression, his face instantly softened with a smile.

"A bath it is then"

"Thankyou" Y/N said as she placed another kiss on Shiro's head before bounding of into the en suite bathroom to run the water into a very generously sized bath, she searched the cabinet and found some nice smelling bubble bath (which, surprise surprise Shiro had never opened) and poured some into the water, by this point Shiro had arrived wearing nothing but a towel tied around his hips.

"You know, I think I can handle it from here, thanks Y/N"

Y/N didn't turn around and was busy rummaging in the cupboard for towels and dressing gowns when she answered.

"I don't think you can, I don't trust you to actually relax, you'll just be watching the clock and thinking about all the things you need to do, hence why I'm joining you"

Y/N turned around with armful of towels and a pair of dressing gowns, all coloured black (naturally), and dumped them on a nearby chair, before turning back to the wall and fiddling with a nearby panel.

"You know what? That sounds really nice" Shiro said with a smile as he dumped his towel on the floor and slid into the bath with a satisfied moan, that made Y/N smile triumphantly.

"What are you doing? You'd better hurry up before it goes cold" Shiro said splashing some water in her direction with a smirk.

"Just hang on a second, nearly there...Bingo" she said as soft, calming music came through the speakers.

Shiro looked up in surprise as Y/N got undressed and got in the bath opposite him.

"I didn't even know there were speakers in here"

"See that's why you need me. You can pilot a giant robotic Lion, but figuring out the speaker system is too difficult" Y/N teased as she splashed Shiro, accidentally hitting him in his face with not just water, but also a generous amount of foam and promptly dissolved into laughter at the sight.

Shiro went to wipe the foam away, but Y/N stopped him. She scooted forwards and began to sculpt the with bubbles into shapes, first a mustache, then a beard and finally a pair of fluffy white eyebrows.

"All done!" She declared proudly.

"How do I look?" Shiro asked, pouting his lips and waggling his eyebrows which, coupled with the fake foam features, made Y/N dissolve into laughter again.

"Like a very sexy Santa" she finally answered with a grin.

"Oh yeah? On a scale of 1-10, just how sexy exactly?" Shiro asked as he flexed his arm muscles.

Y/N pretended to swoon and fanned herself.

"Definitely a 10 right?"

"Oh most definitely, in fact you look so good that I think I might faint" Y/N declared dramatically as she turned herself round and fell backwards into Shiro's awaiting arms.

Shiro promptly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest before placing a kiss on her forehead.

They lay like that for a while, listening to the music and talking idly whilst Y/N traced patterns on Shiro's leg and Shiro, in turn, gently ran his fingers up and down Y/N's arm.

But then, all of sudden, Shiro's hand stilled, which caused Y/N to crane her neck to look round at him. He was looking at Y/N with a thoughtful expression.

"Hey Y/N, you know how my computer just mysteriously stopped working? Then how you conveniently showed up? And how Hunk and Pidge just so happened to be busy?" Shiro asked suspiciously.

"Um...yeah" Y/N replied not liking where this conversation was going.

"You planned all of this didn't you?"

"Maybe..." Y/N answered after a moment, nibbling her lip, hoping he wouldn't be too upset.

But Shiro's reaction was just the opposite, he smiled at her fondly before nuzzling his face into her neck and kissing her on the jaw.

"Thank you, you were right, this was exactly what I needed"

"Well remember that next time I tell you that you need to relax, deal?"

"Deal"

[whereismyfoot]

I see. Is there any way I could help you?

Hi, Adam. I'm just checking up on you. How are you?

Hi again, m fine, just a rough day at work, that's all.