#and im spending it being lazy and sick

[shaddy-bee]

Why is it all so hard.

[retroaria]

⊹₊⋆.˚ Confessions ⋆.˚₊ ⊹

summary: the bllk boys and their romantic confessions, some are love, some are not! all of them are pretty cute though, not gonna lie…

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | enjoy 💋

⊹₊⟡⋆ Isagi Yoichi ‹𝟹

isagi makes it a point to confess to you in person. he spends a few days thinking (and overthinking) exactly what words to use. he wants to make sure he can confess his true feelings and also let you know how lucky he would feel if you accepted him.

once he’s ready he’d send you a text or call you, asking you to meet him somewhere quiet, maybe just his house or yours. the two of you meet up and he’s immediately flushed. he’s nervous and excited all at the same time. he’s the kind of guy that would want to have built a strong friendship and bond before confronting his feelings for you, so he’s confident that you guys will be ok no matter what happens.

he’d take your hands in his and look you in the eyes while he confesses. his gaze would be warm and sweet, he’s just glad he could even get the opportunity to express himself to you.

“I’ve really love having you with me. You make me feel better, even when I thought I was fine before, being with you just feels better. The closer we’ve gotten, and the more I’ve seen of you and your world, the more I realize how badly I want to be a part of it.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Bachira Meguru ‹𝟹

as soon as bachira realizes he has feelings for you, he feels immediately ready to tell you. he’ll let the feeling settle for a little and try to tell you in an indirect manner. he’ll swoop in with a surprise kiss on your cheek, giggling as he watches your flustered expression. or maybe he’ll leave little notes around for you, in your bag, in your car, in your pockets, in your books, etc. they’d say silly little things about how adorable you were that day or he’ll briefly write about something that reminded him of you, maybe some mediocre poetry he thought up in his love sick state. you’d catch on pretty easily that it was bachira, and he never intended to keep that a secret.

then after a few days of messing with you, he decided he’d tell you the next time he saw you. when the two of you met up he immediately sucked you into a bone crushing hug, like he was holding on for dear life. he’d pull away, “hey cutie~ guess what…” he’d coo at you.

“i like you! Like, I really like you. Maybe I even love you. actually, yeah, love sounds better. I love you! I wanna take you on a date and kiss your stupid face. I know you feel the same, I wish you could see how red you are right now.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Nagi Seishiro ‹𝟹

Nagi realized he loved you when he began to notice how sad he would get when you leave. being sad is a serious pain for him. he doesn’t like the way it makes his brain and body feel all fried and stressed, he hates not wanting to do anything even more than he already does, yet simultaneously willing to do anything to get you back in his apartment. Nagi would beg you to sleepover every time you hung out at his place, he’d sometimes try to wrestle you into the bed. you were just so kind and warm and calming to him. he felt graced by you and your presence.

his confession would come out of him like a nice long sign of relief. he’s been having this strange internal battle between his love for you and his love for laziness. it’s a hassle to have to confess and then put in the effort to build up a romantic relationship, but in the end he decides it’s even more of a hassle to not tell you how he feels. plus, you’re so worth it.

“It just doesn’t feel right when you’re not with me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do with myself. You make me feel alive. That sounds cringe. I love you, is what im trying to say. I hope that makes sense.”

disclaimer: do not date a guy like nagi in real life you cannot gentle parent this man child lol

⊹₊⟡⋆ Reo Mikage ‹𝟹

Reo’s confession was a long time in the making. he clung to his feelings for as long as he could until it really felt like he was gonna explode if he didn’t tell you. he did that because he wanted to wait for the timing to be perfect. he wanted to find the perfect spot to do it, the perfect words to say, all at the perfect time in both of your lives. but of course, things rarely work out that way.

what actually happened is he blurted it out in the middle of you talking one day. you were telling him about something you were working on, something you loved and were really proud of. he was listening so intently, or at least trying to. his thoughts kept stringing him in a different direction and before he knew it, he dropped the L word on you like a nuclear bomb.

“I-uhh…Ok listen, I’m sorry I promise I was listening to you it’s just…you look so beautiful right now and you sound so cute and excited. It got me all frantic, I didn’t mean to drop that on you so out of nowhere…it’s true though, I do love you. I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Michael Kaiser ‹𝟹

(unless you speak german) kaiser has already confessed to you a million times. “ich liebe dich~” he’d say to you upon every parting, telling you it was simply a term of endearment. if you did happen to know what that meant already, or if you took the time to search it up, he’d be like “yeah, I said that, so what?” this man would propose to you in the middle of times square in broad daylight he’s so confident but that’s a different hc for another time lmaoo.

his confession is charming and flattering. he truly worships the ground you walk on while also believing that he’s the only one who could appreciate you as you deserve. his hands cup your face and his eyes fall warmly on yours. his voice is direct and steady. not a twinge of nervousness can be seen, just pure love and admiration. he speaks to you with a calm and lulling voice, a tenderness he only lets linger when he’s with you.

“Liebe, don’t you see how soft you make me? I’d hate for you to not realize how I feel for you. I want you to be mine, if you’ll have me, that is.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Rin Itoshi ‹𝟹 (i wrote so much for rin wtf)

Rin has walls that he has spent a lot of time and effort building up over the years. they’re forged to keep out anything and everything that may be a distraction from his goals, but if this is the guy you’re going for, i’m sure you’re a persistent little pest. you’d sneak your way into his life, just by being there, texting him, talking about him. soon enough you’d infested his mind as well, suddenly he’d find himself thinking of you when he least expects it.

one day he was on the pitch, just a practice game, but you were in the stands watching him. throughout your friendship you’ve done this quite a few times, so he has no reason to pay much mind to your presence in the middle of the match. today was different though, you were up close, eyes beaming at him in the center field, hands at the side of your head clutched together in a little cheer. he hadn’t done anything yet, the match just started, what were you even cheering for? it was cute, he decided. that’s why it broke his focus long enough for the other team to score. actually, it was adorable. so adorable it tugged the corners of his lips upward slightly, which he quickly moved to cover with his hand. he just threw a match and he was smiling? what were you doing to him?

after some time of thinking you might be employing psychological warfare against him, Rin decided it was time to really sit down and confront his feelings. he’d go a few days, maybe even a week or more without speaking to you. don’t worry, he was thinking about hardly anything but you the entire time.

“Sorry for ghosting you, I just needed to think about some things. It made me a little sad to be away from you too. I hate you a lot less than I hate everyone else, you know? Don’t get cocky about that. Also, don’t leave me ok? I’ll be nicer, yeah sure. Maybe I can walk you home…or something. Here, let’s hold hands.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Sae Itoshi ‹𝟹

he’s way more flustered about it than you might think. he’s not embarrassed or nervous necessarily, he just hasn’t expected to feel this way about anyone. similar to kaiser, sae thinks he’s the only person who could truly love and appreciate you as much as you deserve. this typically stoic and selfish man finds himself smiling in your presence and wanting to give you everything you want and more.

your relationship until this point has been uhh… “transactional” we’ll say. the two of you liked going out and hanging out together, but no feelings attached. a few kisses were shared here and there, he’d take you back to his apartment to cuddle sometimes, but wouldn’t ever let you sleepover. eventually things started to get a little more *intense*. you did start staying over, a lot. so much so that you had a toothbrush on his bathroom sink and clothes in his closet. the first time he ever had the thought of being in love with you was when he realized his sheets always smelled like you now, and he wanted it to stay that way.

the fact that you were enough to turn his head, take over his thoughts, and make him fall in love with you feels like proof beyond the reasonable doubt that you are perfect.

“You can move in, if you want. I wouldn’t mind. We’re basically already dating, so I don’t see the point in denying it anymore. Yeah, I didn’t think it would go this far either. I like knowing you’re here at my place, with me and not with anyone else.”

HONORABLE MENTIONS

⊹₊⟡⋆ Oliver aiku ‹𝟹

“You know I love you, let’s stop pretending. Seriously, you could keep me on a tight leash if you really want. Promise, I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Kunigami Rensuke ‹𝟹

“I love you, I want you to know that. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same. I want to care for you and keep you safe, you mean so much to me, you don’t even know.”

i love this post so much, the nagi disclaimer i had to put, the strange onion analogy for rin, the flustered reo moment. also just isagi being here, the man that you are, Isagi Yoichi. i had so much fun making this - aria

divider - @enchanthings

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

i really loved the oneshot about alternate realities of the bllk boys and the reader's relationship being doomed from the start!!! just wondering if you could one with other bluelock characters like bachira, sae, nagi and reo!! i love ur work smm

aw ty!🫶 and ofc, that would be fine!

bachira - bachira is someone who has schizophrenia, but in this au, it is the 1930s, and bachira is treated almost like a criminal because of his mental condition. also in this au, there is no soccer to comfort him, and his mother is dead. because of his schizophrenia, he is a prisoner because he’s “crazy”. you are his psychiatrist, and the cruel treatment of him pains you despite the fact that you’re being treated perfectly fine. so you do everything to find a cure or some sort of treatment to help, and eventually, you both become close enough to fall in love. but the treatment becomes too gruesome, and bachira eventually commits.

sae - the og bllk story, like kunigami, is your doomed au with him. let’s just take off our rose-tinted sunglasses for a moment here; yes, i do think that sae would be a good boyfriend. but he will always put soccer over you, no matter what. you’re sick? sorry, but he’s got a match later, he can’t stay. he’ll come back tomorrow, after the match, and after practice. your sibling died? apologies, he’s got extra practice tomorrow. overall, yes, he loves you to the pain where it’s physically painful. but at the end of the day, he loves soccer more.

nagi - im so sorry if this is repetitive, but i think nagi is also another case where the og blue lock story is the doomed au here. let’s take those delusional and mischaracterizing thoughts out of our heads at the moment here and let’s be realistic: nagi is a lazy ass bum in the worst way. he’s not going to be emotionally invested in a relationship with someone like he is with reo. he’s not going to actively participate in the relationship. unless you’re patient to the point where it’s a toxic trait of yours (cough cough reo), then no way in hell are you staying with nagi for more than a year.

reo - an au where he is royalty, and he is the crown prince. however, he falls in love with you, a commoner. for a few years, he sneaks out daily, just trying to spend time with you. but you’re poor and you have no idea that he’s the crown prince; you’ve never seen the prince in person after all…at least, that’s what you think. all you know is that they both share the same name—a funny coincidence, reo told you—and that they’re both charismatic and handsome. nothing more, nothing less, right? well, wrong. you were caught, and soon, executed for a multitude of crimes. seducing the prince, adultery, sexual assault, plotting against the prince, attempted murder, fraud, the list goes on. reo is in shock, doing everything he can to stop your execution, but in the end, he could only watch as your head rolls off your body.

[w-d-g]

Someone's looking for you? Is it the king? Or that assistant you mentioned? Honestly tou don't seem the most friendly of people so I wouldn't be surprised if nobody's coming for you (<- being mean to him on purpose)

((vague asf

((ALSO my middleschool undertale oc under cut. i used to think this was the coolest shit ever on the planet. and i was right its sick.

((i scoured my brain drawing this guy because i have nothing saved from that age. but i remembered him well bc i drew him all the damn time. i wonder if you can tell i was a dragon fan kid. wof, httyd, whatever tf with dragons in it.

((the lazy style is actually an artistic choice. the choice was made because i thought to myself “i need to get asks done i dont wanna spend a lot of time on this.” and then i didnt bc im the artist and i can do that

[abductedhiko]

Soup

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here’s a jegulus oneshot for the holiday

Not beta’d im sick and lazy

This oneshot is a muggle au btw

Tags: @sunshinewhosketches @im-a-mess-of-a-person @oh-phoenixx @printershorts @invasiveroadkill @butyoureastarr

Enjoy Earthlings 👽

The drive home from work was dull, cloudy, and dark.

James rubbed one hand tiredly at his eyes and sighed. He was exhausted from the extra hours he had put in at the office, and he knew it was showing through sluggish movements, eyebags, and greasy hair. He couldn’t bring himself to care, not when he had no one at home that would complain of his state.

Regulus was knee deep in his studies, so he was probably at his own home with a cup of tea and nursing a sore hand from writing pages of notes. So he was out of the question.

All of his other friends were taken and busy with their partners, Peter was engaged to this nice girl he met at university and Sirius was planning to move in with Remus soon, so they were most likely unavailable.

And that left him alone, again.

The only thing James had to look forward to was putting a frozen pizza in the oven and putting on the 4th season of the bachelor, observing the drama and lives of strangers that were infinitely more interesting than his own. He would watch until he slumped into his couch and eventually fell asleep during the middle of an episode.

Exciting. Thrilling, even.

James stopped at a red light. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing out of the window.

To see a young couple making out sloppily, their hands groping each others backsides. It looked less like making out and more like they were parasites, sucking at the other’s mouth as would a leech.

James groaned before putting his head against the wheel, earning a loud hoooonk from his car.

#

He tiredly stuck the key into the keyhole of his apartment, unlocking it and stepping inside.

“I’m home.” He said aloud. He had expected no one to answer, as usual.

The first thing he was met with was the warm, sweet aroma of oranges mixed with burning candles wafting pleasantly to his nose. His home wasn’t as desolate as he thought it’d be, it seemed more cozy instead of cold and sad like usual.

“Welcome home!” Came a soft voice from the kitchen.

James confusingly stepped out of his shoes, shrugging off his work jacket and hanging it on a coat hanger. He then tiredly walked down the hallway and peaked around the corner with caution.

There, Regulus stood in an apron. His black curls had been pinned out of his eyes with hairpins, and there were was flour smudged on his nose and cheeks. He was busy stirring a large pot of what looked like soup.

“It smells amazing in here.” James muttered, making his way to the dining table and slumping over the table.

“Soup’s almost done, love.” Regulus replied, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon. He tasted it, before dumping a spice into the pot and stirring again.

James hummed. “I thought you were busy with exams?”

Regulus shrugged. “Dorcas threatened to shred all my notes if I didn’t spend some time with someone on Valentine’s Day.”

“Valentine’s Day!” James sighed. “I must’ve forgotten. Those extra hours really took it out of me. What’s in the soup?”

“Potatoes, broth, carrots, chicken…” Regulus paused, trying to recall everything he added. “I’m sure there’s more, I must’ve forgotten.”

“Mmm, sounds good.”

Regulus turned off the stove, reaching for a ladle and scooping bits and chunks of soup into two bowls. “I also made Orange Muffins for desert.”

Regulus set a bowl in front of James, which he took gratefully, before setting next to the man with his own.

James eagerly stuck a spoonful of soup into his mouth, before yelping in pain and doubling over.

Regulus let out a little laugh. “I just got it off the stove, my love. It’s hot.”

James rolled his eyes, before blowing on another spoonful and biting into a chunk of potato.

The meal tasted like home and snow-days spent inside and being fussed over while being sick. The salt in the broth took him back to his parent’s house, where everything was warm and fine and not so lonely. When he didn’t have to overwork himself in order to avoid the growing void that had hallowed him out. When time’s were simpler, before everyone grew up and grew apart, busy with their own lives. Times when he was a kid who had no worries other than finals.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed it.

Before he knew it, James was crying. Tears leaked from his eyes and he quickly shoved another bite into his mouth.

“What? Was the meal not good?!” Regulus asked worriedly. “James?”

But James cried and cried. He couldn’t help it, he cried until his nose began to run. He cried until he began to hiccup. All while Regulus continued to watch.

Regulus a gentle arm around his head, bringing his face against his shoulder. James buried his face into the crook of his neck and clung to the other man.

Regulus held him like that until the tears in his eyes dried.

#

Later in the night after they put out the candles and ate dinner, they laid with their legs tangled on the couch. They were watching some random movie about the power of Valentines Day, and it was bad. James listened to Regulus’ heart beat, his head laid against the other’s chest as Regulus rubbed his back.

“This is a stupid movie.” Regulus muttered sleepily.

James let out a little chuckle. “At least it has a good message.”

“The message is such a cliche, though.”

“What should it be then? ‘Don’t burn the Orange Muffins?’”

“That! Was an accident, Potter!” Regulus sputtered and James laughed. “I was busy with you!”

“We didn’t even do anything…yet.” James smirked.

Regulus batted him in the head.

“Mhm, yet. Maybe if you’re lucky.”

James raised himself up to be closer to Regulus’ face, to the point they could feel each other’s breath. “I’ve been working real hard. Please?”

Regulus rolled his eyes before crashing their lips together, kissing him senseless.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

BEING STUCK IN A SNOWSTORM WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS (headcanons)

bc currently my town is being decimated by a winter storm and it gave me inspiration . also we aren’t talking about how half of yellowjackets is set in the snow it’s when they’re teens smh this is adult timeline

SHAUNA

gets grumpy bc one of you is going to have to shovel the driveway and it’ll probably end up being her

apart from that she loves the snow

she’ll take a bunch of pictures of it to post on facebook in an unhinged uncaptioned photo dump

she’ll make the two of you an unhealthy amount of coffee or hot chocolate or tea whatever you’re feeling , you’ll develop an addiction to it with the amount she’s giving you . but “you have to stay warm” in her opinion , and also it makes her feel all aesthetic pinterest girl

she’s one of those people that has a collection of heavy knitted blankets that are worth like $500 each and she puts them to use ‼️‼️‼️ you’ll be BURIED in comfort she will make sure of that . no one gets cold in this house

also when it starts to really hardcore snow she’ll just go outside and stand there and watch. you know that tiktok of the woman making fun of american southerners who get a tornado warning and go stand out to see the tornado? that’s shauna with the blizzard

LOTTIE

you have to literally beg her not to go fucking “give the wilderness blood” bc girl sees one snowflake and is like omg il veut du sang

that being said lottie matthews is at heart a rich girl with 10,000 pinterest followers and when it snows , sunshine honey wellness center becomes a place of AESTHETICS

im talking the two of you will be laying in bed with heavy blankets and a record will be playing and lottie will have 3 or 4 candles lit

the two of you reading classic novels in bed <3

she sees heavy winters as very spiritual. a time to recharge and reset and be calm. she’ll coerce you into doing a couple of guided meditations with her that are themed on spiritual guidance and recharge

when you lose power tho she has a complete meltdown. not that she uses electronics much but when she realizes the stove doesn’t work and that the blender for her smoothies won’t work things go downhill so fast. you have to hook up the generator just so she can make a smoothie for her anxiety that came because she couldn’t make smoothies. girl is a mess

TAISSA

you’ll be taking care of her all week because she gets sick every winter without fail

doesn’t matter if she got a flu shot, covid shot, you name it . first snowflake comes down and she’s off to the doctor

but it gives you an excuse to sort of hold her hostage at home and cuddle with her and watch movies you’ve been meaning to watch together but haven’t since she’s been busy with the campaign

she actually gets kind of excited in the snow storm if the power goes out because it feels like camping. she will get frustrated with no TV tho , but if sammy’s there with the two of you she’ll go all non deadbeat dad for once and the two of you will make a blanket fort with him and all the other shit kids like to do

will try to order you guys a pizza and then get confused when the pizza place doesn’t answer. you have to remind her there’s no power before she goes on a tangent about stores having weird hours and how everyone’s so lazy

VAN

will NOT go out to shovel snow. you’re going to be doing that thanks she’ll be re sorting her movie collection to find some good blizzard themed movies for the two of you to watch

she’ll also go all autistic about the history of snowstorms and you’ll come back in from shoveling and get a lecture about some random snowstorm in some country you’ve never heard of from fucking 500 BC.

her house has a shitty heating system so you spend most of the time under blankets together but that’s not such a bad thing <3

she makes you watch her favorite winter movies, and if the power goes out and you can’t then the two of you will spend the night playing drinking games or playing cards or something like that

she won’t outright tell you to wear her jackets but she loves when you get cold and grab one of her sweatshirts/jackets to wear. she also does that 2000s movie boyfriend thing where you get cold and she’s like oh here take my jacket and while it’s so cliche it’s cute when she does it

NATALIE

tbh girl probably learned abt the snow storm bc she woke up covered in snow somewhere and was like oh it’s snowing huh

but anyway

she’d probably spend the duration of the snowstorm at your place because can you imagine staying out a blizzard in a motel??? no thanks

she’ll raid your booze and you’ll get drunk together by the fire. she might have some weed on her too if you’re lucky

you’ll listen to music together, she has better taste but she will still listen to your music, you take turns playing each other different songs you think remind you of each other

she WILL throw balls of ice at any kids that walk by. you will be having a lot of angry parents at your door the next day.

MISTY

is lowkey a prepper so she doesn’t care that much if there’s a snow storm. if the power goes out she can think of 50 different ways to get it back on

she loves to watch it snow out the window and show caligula

she’s definitely the one you want to spend a blizzard with

she absolutely will not let you leave the house until you’re wearing 20 layers of clothes

she’ll try to write poetry about the snow storm but it just sounds like a daunting ancient prophecy. when she shows you tho you obviously say it’s amazing and you love it because she worked so hard on it

[berry-hwa]

Things voltage inc love interests would have to deal with if they chose to date me for some reason (bc I'm bored and procrastinating)

I've thought about writing this for a while since i've noticed these habits of mine lately and have thought about my future partner dealing with them, but since i have no hope of a future partner rn i decided to settle for otome love interests (some not love interests at all heh...i'd gladly take many side chrs especially the women) and i thought it would also be a fun way of getting to know who i am behind the screen! This might be a two parter if i remember any more weird habits i have, but for now, enjoy this self indulgence as always

- My unimaginable ability to be an introvert all. The. Time. I barely leave the house and prefer to be in the comfort of my own space at all times, so spontaneous dates or anything of the sort that isn't planned at least a day or two in advance, i am being a whiny bitch about

- I'm an artist. I plan to be a fulltime artist/freelancer, so again, i spend most of my time at home either doomscrolling or messaging my friends which keeps me away from drawing most of the time. I also deal with art block a LOT and i have a hard time focusing in general, so sometimes i come off as being a lazy bum when in reality i literally cannot will my body to do what i have to do and i need my environment to be the least condescending and judgemental as possible

- Picky. Eater. I literally do not eat ANYTHING. I circle around the same foods ALL THE TIME, and getting me to try something is literally like pushing a boulder up a mountain. This doesn't bother me since i know my wants and needs and im very assertive in keeping my boundaries, so the love interest better not be bothered by it either🎀

- We're sitting at the dinner table with the love interests friends, everyone's eating a variety of different foods and talking and i'm eating french fries and bread

- My hyperfixations and rants. Once i dive into something, i dive IN, and at some point i WILL start yapping about it to everyone that lets me yap, even as the yapping turns into complaining because of how many things i wanna do but never find the time or motivation to even begin. Boy do i wish the love interest is rich so they could entertain my hyperfixations and get me whatever i wanted💔

- I doomscroll or am kept up by said hyperfixations for up to 4AM almost every single night. So I get up anywhere around 12 to 2PM most days

- I am DEAD on my period. I'm basically invisible for 5 days because i can barely move and do anything for myself for those 5 days

- Speaking of periods and hormones, i can get horrible mood swings and get upset and pissy about the smallest of things. I usually don't get argumentative when that happens and since i've already voiced my annoyance, i just wait it out and spend the whole day being passive aggressive and pouty so i can slowly get over the anger without making a scene and getting too emotional and crying

- Social cues are a mystery to me

- If we're eating out or going anywhere where we're serviced, the love interest WILL be doing all the talking for me because i WILL stumble over my words and make a fool of myself

- I don't have the pleasure to yap about my ocs to many people i love, so i WILL yap about my characters and everything about my favorite ships with the love interest. They WILL understand my obsession

- I love chocolate. And peanuts. I am very possessive of chocolate and peanuts that are specifically meant for my consumption. There WILL be bloodshed if they ever think to eat my shit without asking me first

- When i get sick, my entire life becomes miserable. I'm coughing and blowing my nose all day, throat is sore and i likely have a fever. Basically they have to deal with a dead body once again and be nurturing and patient with my miserable ass (and not complain about the evergrowing pile of tissues next to me) ALSO i have major nose problems like. Every single day. I'm sniffling all day and blowing my nose even when i'm not sick. Because of this i constantly toss and turn in bed before i'm able to fall asleep

- My body temperature rises at the speed of light sometimes, so unless it's freezing fucking cold and we can only warm each other up by cuddling to sleep, no love interest is ever spooning me for more than 10 minutes. I could spoon them tho, since i always need to hug something to fall asleep :3

- Speaking of, the cat toy i've been sleeping with for 7 years is not leaving my bed even if i'm 30 years old. If i don't cuddle with the love interest, i'm cuddling my precious pink kitty

- Hahaaaaa no kids. Ever. I think that's self explanatory

- But to dive deeper into it, i did use to want kids when i was younger and saw how every woman i knew had kids. Little me just thought life was gonna be like "find boyfriend, have wedding, have kids" but older me is wiser and more responsible!!(and less straight lmfao) Since i want to be a fulltime artist (it's what i love to do and what i've wanted to do my entire life) i am not giving that up to go through raising a child, much less going through PREGNANCY. I'm overwhmed and overstimulated very easily, so dealing with pregnancy for 9 months and then raising a child for 18+ years is NOT on my radar. I also don't want to go through that and try to balance my work and family life because frankly, i also wouldn't be a great parent! I can barely look after myself! I don't want to have to choose between doing what i love and neglecting my child for hours everyday and wasting away being an exhausted mother who misses who she was before pregnancy. Basically, love interest has to come to terms that i won't have children and won't be coerced into having children if god forbid plan b went wrong lmfao

- If i'm cleaning, we're BOTH cleaning the house together

- Honestly we're doing EVERYTHING together. If i love them to the point i wanna spend my whole life with them, i am dragging them into everything with me that i don't want to do alone

- They cannot carry my ass over their shoulder or carry my ass at all (looking at you bitchsuke ichinomiya) Half of them will actually buckle and both of us would fall on our asses

[insolemi]

....hi

this is so lazy and very quick, im sorry yall, but heres the concepts of a headcanon list for classmate to bff to gf cate

classmate!cate who was so nervous about going to godolkin and starting her classes bc its all so overwhelming, the campus, the people, the course 

classmate!cate who saw you in one of her classes and then another one and another and wow, you’re in almost all of them and somehow that makes her days much easier for her 

classmate!cate who used to watch you from afar in all the classes you shared together because she had a massive crush on you but could never make herself talk to you until you did it for her and now y'all are besties and do everything together

bff!cate who is so very outspoken now a few months in, constantly giving you compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but if someone calls her on it, she swears up and down she’s just being friendly

bff!cate who loves hugging you and showing displays of affection that seems questionable for couples

bff!cate who never quite lost the urge to stare, but she’s just much better at hiding it now, as long as she can get away with it by staring at you when you’re talking

bff!cate who knows everything about you and vice versa

bff!cate who gets starry eyed looking at you because you're so gentle with her and never forget anything about her and what's happened to her and how it basically shaped her as a person

bff!cate who shows up at your dorm room one night during break (no roommate there, score!) and you two end up laid out in your bed, talking about anything and everything, her head on your shoulder, hand wrapped around your arm as she shifts the conversation to talking about some guy in one of the few classes you don’t share and how he’s been really friendly with her lately and now you’re so caught up in trying to figure out why that makes you feel sick that you don’t even see the way she’s watching you to see your reaction

so when you give her a shaky smile and an even worse “that’s great, cate!” she rolls her eyes and pushes off your bed because she was obviously lying and you didn’t catch it and now she's mad at you bc she knows YOU'RE lying, so what gives

and now you're both mad bc you’re both in love with each other and she’s trying to get you to admit it but you think she doesn’t like you back and now she’s yelling in your face that she does so please stop being stubborn and just fuckin’ kiss her already so you do so now it’s 

gf!cate who’s always staring at you, that specific look in her eyes and then she doesn't stop when you catch her and don't even bother saying anything about it to her because she’ll just smirk at you, won’t even pretend to deny it even a little bit for her pride or yours

the best you’ll get is “cate, please” “what? i’m just looking” but usually it’s more along the lines of “cate, do you mind?” “no. hi, gorgeous” and a pretty smile (while she continues to stare)

gf!cate who always wants to be with you, everything you do from studying to classes to hang outs, she’s always attached to your hip (not that you mind, really) but this comes with her hands always being on you somewhere, also

gf!cate who keeps a hand free solely for holding yours or resting somewhere on you or around your waist, fixing any jewelry you might wear or your hair or clothes and who also loves to just cuddle up to you, no matter what you’re doing

gf!cate who loves tracing words and shapes over your skin, especially at night right before you two fall asleep for the night

gf!cate who spends more time in your dorm than she does in her own, sometimes she’s just chilling or doing homework but usually she’s laid out in your bed, on her phone, bc she insists your room is so much better than hers (it’s not, it’s just yours)

gf!cate who loves sending you random pictures of things that remind her of you especially if they're completely nonsensical

gf!cate who pouts when you don’t pay attention to her or when you pay more attention to someone other than her

gf!cate who loves you so much that sometimes she cant believe that you're actually a real person who loves her back just as much

[puripurin]

— There was something you could never understand even after spending a two years in this world. The first thing you experienced was when you were suddenly aware that you were in another world, was someone trying to kill you after they accused you of stealing their beloved.

All you had done was look around in the area you were dropped in, which was an allyway, before a man tripped on some rubbish before falling on you, to which their "yandere" screeched in horror before trying to rip out your windpipe.

By some miracle, someone had saved you both by shooting them in the head, and that was how you got introduced to AFHD, Assassins For Hire by Darlings. It was just a hitman agency created by various darlings who got sick and tired of yanderes breaking into their homes and killing several of their friends.

You and the man, named Cain, had almost immediately joined and started your training, and after you both finished, you rose through the ranks at lightning speed with Cain and you being nicknamed "Killer Duo", which admittedly made you flustered. But you can say that your quick rise up the ranks created this situation.

"Are you done with that blasted monolog?" The man said curtly. You huffed and rolled your eyes before continuing.

This man was the--

"Okay, that's enough. I'm done with your shenanigans because I know you're going to just complain." The man shook his head before speaking once more. "Now, as I was trying you say earlier, I don't want you to be in the organization anymore because these delicate fingers are to be welding daggers and guns, ratger they should be wrapped around my hard cock—"

"WHATTTT—"

Srry for not posting the laziness was kicking innnnn, plus im starting to get into sewing because getting shit over seas is expensive and my style of clothes (lolita), it EXPENSIVE. All the shit i want is all in USD which i want 2 kill myself because the exchange rates are crazy, like "oh you want a $341 ball jointed doll base?" TOO BAD 2.3K IN MY CURRENCY >>>:((((((

Anyways enough ranting im tired like a horse. 😮‍💨😫

Edit: tags.

[coldflasher]

im actually so fucking tired, you know. i've been in this horrible drawn-out state of burnout for weeks now, and i've been hanging it all on, oh, it's this test hanging over me, the end is in sight, once it's out of the way, things will be better and i can move on with my life. but now i've failed---not that i'm especially surprised---and i'm back in the fucking rat race with no end in sight. back to paying £300+ a month for lessons for the foreseeable future, back to fighting thousands of other people for a test date every monday, or allowing my instructor to hold all the cards and pay through the nose for the privilege of buying a test from a reseller and knowing i'll probably fail that, too, back to spending all this fucking mental and emotional energy, back to thinking maybe i should just give up because i've worked so hard and put so much into it and almost a decade on i STILL can't pass the FUCKING TEST, and so literally nothing else i've done matters---the hundreds of hours of lessons, the fact that literally everyone tells me i can drive perfectly fine, the fact i could confidently go out on the road by myself with zero issues does not matter because the one thing i CAN'T do is confidently go out on the road with some twat with an iPad breathing down my neck. I CAN DRIVE!! I CAN DRIVE JUST AS WELL AS OR BETTER THAN MOST OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW!! but because i can't keep it together for a 40 minute test without turning into a dissociated panicked mess because of all the aforementioned stressors, i'm FUCKED. and i have to walk around and watch other fucking people BREAKING ALL THE STUPID RULES AND IT LITERALLY DOESN'T MATTER IN THE REAL WORLD!! NONE OF IT MATTERS!! i was walking home today and watched some fucking twat in a postman's van drive up onto the kerb ON PURPOSE WITH TWO WHEELS AND PARK THERE and NOBODY CARED!!! but because i knocked the kerb on my test this morning, i failed instantly! people speed constantly without consequences but because i drove too far UNDER the speed limit for a few minutes, i failed! NOBODY ELSE KNOWS THE HIGHWAY CODE, NOBODY ELSE SIGNALS WHEN THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO, NOBODY ELSE CHECKS THEIR MIRRORS WHEN THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO, NOBODY ELSE HAS TO PULL UP ON THE FUCKING LEFT EVERY FIVE MINUTES, LITERALLY EVERYONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY DRIVE LAUGHS AND TELLS ME HOW FUCKING STUPID IT ALL IS AND THEY DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE TO DO ANY OF IT BUT I DO!! and then all people can say is that i'm mentally weak or that i just shouldn't be allowed to drive because clearly i can't handle it---which is just fucking typical because for 7 years i agreed with them and said i just couldn't do it, and funnily enough when you CAN'T drive, people call you a leech and say it's a nEcESSary LIfe SkiLL and that you're lazy or entitled, but then you struggle with it and suddenly they're all "guess you shouldn't do it, then. until you actually need lifts anywhere or cause any inconveniences due to not being able to drive, in which case we'll change tacks and go back to the whole 'it's a necessary life skill and you're a lazy useless leech' thing".

KILLING BITING SCREAMING YELLING I'[M SO FUCKING SICK OF THISSSSSS

[faecaribou]

I absolutely love the idea of your Scout time travel AU!! Please make more lmao

oh boy i really meant to be like "ough im lazy heres this idea someone else make it" and then i started writing like a gajillion words about it and texting my sibling about it. im cooked this idea has taken over frfrfrfr

in order to write about the time travel I have to write about Scout passing away. I'm going to be sick

Here goes:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63190489

Chapter One: We Know Where We're Goin'

December 4, 1987 is a date that Scout’s been dreading for a very long time.

Oh, he lived his life to the fullest, staying in touch with his fellow mercenaries and having enough money to get by from suing the town of Teufort that he never needed another job (not that he could with his fingerprints gone), and making God happy by being His gift to women and sleeping around. But the moment he held his first child in his arms and fell in love he knew he’d dread this day.

It’s not fair. He has a family that depends on him, in the form of an elderly mother and many older siblings and their wives and children, not to mention his own beautiful children. His sons and his daughters. Tanya, Tabby, Tommy, and Tristan.

He loves his children more than anything else in the world. He loves that he has no job, that he can spend every second possible with them. Whenever he looks at a calendar, anticipatory grief crawls up his throat and he needs to excuse himself to his bedroom and fight back tears.

Every night he closes his eyes and prays. He’s never been a praying man before his kids. But every night after tucking his babies into bed and kissing them goodnight, he squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can and he begs in his mind for a little more time.

His youngest is Tanya, and she’s only three and a half. She can walk and she can talk (only stumbling over words sometimes) and she’s going to be only ten and a half when Jeremy is set to die.

She’ll have more time than Jeremy had with his own father, he thinks rather cruelly to himself at his lowest points. They’ll have plenty of support; no doubt his mother will take his kids in rather than let them be separated by their mothers, who didn’t want them anyway, and if his mother can’t do it by herself Jeremy’s brothers are many.

They might even have the mercenaries, Scout thinks hopefully. Maybe Soldier could-

He imagines Tanya, his little princess, covered in dirt competing to use the bathroom like the Does, and stops the thought in its tracks.

Perhaps Heavy and Medic- (the baboon.) Or Sniper- (in that camper van?) Or Engineer, Scout called him Dad on accident enough times (No.)

Some selfish, buried part of him thinks Spy should watch over his kids. Spy owes him. Spy is good with his kids. Spy gave Tanya his mask. Spy cares about his kids more than just a friend ought to-

And yet, Scout is afraid of Spy ending up with his kids. He can’t stand the idea of Spy stepping into the role of a father for his kids, his kids who will need a dad. He worries about the possibility, feels ashamed at the worry, feels anger at the shame, and it cycles through until he can admit that none of the mercenaries, and certainly not Spy, will be getting his kids when he dies.

When he dies. Not if. It sends a pang of despair through him.

So one of the other Willis-es will take in his kids. His Ma raised him and his brothers right, his kids won’t get separated. He has plenty of money left over. They’ll be okay.

They’ll be okay, he tells himself as the date creeps closer. They have to be.

He reads them children's books about the concept of death. Books about parents loving their children no matter what. He never, never, wants them to think he doesn’t love them, no matter what they do when he’s gone. There is nothing that could stop him.

He’d like to think that nothing will stop him from coming back, either. When he sees God again, he’s going to beg and plead and drop to his knees, and if that doesn’t work he’ll start shouting and throwing punches. He’ll be stubborn and relentless and every frustrated thing his Ma or Spy ever called him and he won’t stop until God puts him back with his kids.

It’s not fair. He doesn’t have enough time with his kids.

Tanya, his youngest. She’s three and a half. She likes it when he styles his own hair into short pigtails like hers, she likes wearing Spy’s gross mask (Spy let her keep it, and Jeremy washed it because he knew the man never took it off). She wants to be an assassin princess.

Tristan, his loud little swimmer. He’s four years old and five months. His blond hair is the easiest to brush, but he keeps running around without his clothes on. At least he only does it inside the house. He has the most trouble sleeping at bedtime. His favorite animal is the elephant.

Tabitha, his smart little baby. His Tabby. She’s five years and three months. His quietest and his shyest, but her siblings are loud enough for her. She has that Willis pride in her though, and though she wears glasses she has never expressed any self-consciousness about it. She reads so many books she loses track of time, and Jeremy is so proud of her.

Tommy, his eldest. He turned six only a month and a half ago. Jeremy likes to think he looks like Tom Jones, though his boy is nothing like the singer, he's his own person and Jeremy loves him for it. He bounces off the walls in a clumsy way that reminds Scout of when he was younger, and he constantly asks his father when his growth spurt will come. His favorite color is blue, despite all his old team mates encouraging him to switch to red.

His children. He can’t imagine how he ever lived without them. He hasn’t had enough time. It’s not fair.

A year passes. Then another. It’s easy to keep the dread and grief and sorrow to the dead of night, out of his children’s sight. He has time. He still has time. He can’t ruin what little time he has left.

More years pass. His children grow. Tommy enters middle school. He’s eleven now. It’s like watching his clock run out.

Tabitha turns eleven. Tristan turns eleven. He’ll never see Tanya turn eleven.

He struggles to eat sometimes. His kids are young. They don’t notice. Some of his friends worry, but it’s not that big a deal. It’s not going to hurt him. There are no long term effects to worry about. His stress will not cause future heart conditions.

He’s running out of time. Tanya turns ten.

He wants to tell God it’s not fair. But the hours keep ticking on the clock, the days keep counting down, the calendar keeps switching to the next month, and one morning he wakes up and it’s December 3rd, 1987.

His children are excited. He caved in a moment of weakness, and sent letters to his friends and family, asking for an early holiday party. He can’t do Christmas, won’t they stop by sooner? And most of them replied yes, they’ll come.

So he spends the day cleaning up, and giving his children toys and chores to keep them occupied, and when the clock hits noon there’s a knock at his door.

Some of his brothers drop by. His mother arrives, Spy’s arm tucked in hers, and while the thought still makes Scout tense up with unease, he manages a laugh at the way that Spy looks like one of his mother’s purses, standing there only to look pretty and hold her things. Spy hits him when his mother and his kids aren’t looking before the two start cooing over Scout’s kids.

Demo is next, bringing booze, and Jeremy chases Tommy away from it, scolding loudly. He’s only thirteen, and yes Jeremy was drinking by then, but behind his mother’s back and no, Tommy cannot drink. Not even a sip. Go play with your siblings.

Heavy and Medic couldn’t make it, Soldier informs him when he and Zhanna and their kids arrive. Scout lets it go. He didn’t tell them. He didn’t tell them, they don’t know.

Pyro arrives, their dog much older and more tame with age. Jeremy’s children are still fascinated with Pyro’s lighters, but Jeremy lets it be. They’re being watched by Spy and his mother.

Engineer doesn’t come. Sniper arrives late in the evening. His brothers leave for hotels. His mother and Spy take the guest room. Sniper parks his van in the driveway and sleeps there. The rest of the team bids adieu. Spy helps Scout tuck the kids into bed.

Jeremy waits for Spy to leave, then pulls his kids out of bed to crush them into the tightest hug he can.

“Ouch, daddy,” Tabitha laughs. “Too tight!”

“Sorry!” He loosens his grip but he doesn’t let go. The group hug is going on too long, he knows, because Tristan is squirming with pent-up energy.

“I love you so much.” He says. “I love you to the edges of the universe and back. I love you times infinity.”

“Eww,” says Tommy, because he’s almost a teenager now and things like your parents loving you is gross. Jeremy gives him a big forehead kiss. “Dad, stop!”

“Mwah!” Jeremy gives him another kiss before letting go. He gives the rest of his kids big smooches on the tops of their perfect heads. “You are all my babies and I love you more than anything.”

You know that, right? His heart screams. You know that you’re the most important things on this planet to me? He doesn’t dare say it out loud, doesn’t want to them to pick up on his anxieties.

“I love you too, Dad,” Tristan sighs, and Tabitha pipes up, “I love you!”

“I love you!” Tanya adds.

“Love ya,” Tommy mumbles from his bed, and Jeremy’s heart is fit to explode. His chest hurts.

“Good night,” He says. He wants to stay here forever, hugging them and assuring them of his love. But it’s late, he’s dragging them past their bedtime. So he turns off the lights and heads to his bed.

He gets dressed in his pyjamas slowly. He creeps around the dark house, staring at the photos on the walls and at Sniper’s van outside, the lights still on from inside. He looks at Spy’s parked car. He wonders if Spy let his mother drive. He looks at all his Christmas decorations, already set up. He pulls his pre-wrapped presents for his kids from his bedroom closet and set them under the tree. He knows it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

He could have the perfect last day with his kids and he’d still go to bed crying, except there’s a spy in the room down the hall and he’s not sure what he would do if he were confronted about crying in the morning.

If he wakes up at all tomorrow. He checks the clock and sees that it’s now 11:45pm. Fifteen minutes left. If he tries to fall asleep now, maybe he’ll pass away in his sleep. Except every second left is a moment longer with his family, and Jeremy is greedy, so greedy. He’ll take every second he can, even if it means his death isn’t peaceful. Except he doesn’t want to die in front of his kids. Anything but that. So he sighs quietly and goes back to his room.

It takes him a long time to fall asleep.

He wakes up in the morning with crusty eyes from crying. It’s barely light out. He hardly got any sleep at all. He’s so thankful to have a little more time that it isn’t until he’s opened his bedroom door and stared at his sleeping children that he realizes it’s not going to be a peaceful death. Which means he can’t be near his children when it’s time.

He stands in the doorway a little longer. He knows that they’re probably all sick of sharing the same bedroom, and he’s promised them different rooms for themselves soon, but really he held off just for this. So he can look at all of them at once.

He closes the bedroom door silently and creeps out the front door without a peep.

He goes for a morning walk. He walks and he walks and he walks. He’s not sure what he’s looking for, what he’s hoping for, he just wants it not to happen in front of his kids.

He’s so caught up in his worries that he doesn’t see the car.

SCREECH!

BANG!

Pain-

Bright-

Ow-

Jeremy falls off the bed and lands on the floor with a crash. His face meets the dusty tiled floor.

“Agh, my nose!” He croaks out, nasally and high-pitched, and his voice sounds wrong but it must be from smashing his stupid nose into the floor.

Wait. What the fuck?

He sits upright. “God?” He asks, but this isn’t the heaven he remembers. Heaven was bright lights and clouds and foosball tables, not…. Not…

Not plain brick wall, a white wooden door, tiled flooring, and a small window. Not an army cot and a small room with no decoration save for some half opened boxes stuffed with, of all things, his old Team Fortress uniforms.

The room looks unlived in. Weird of God to use this place from his memories, his old room in Teufort, but. Okay. Maybe he thought he could use an old familiar location to tame Jeremy’s rage before he beat God a new one until he agreed to send Jeremy back.

There’s a quiet knock at the door.

“You alright there, son?” A familiar Texan accent asks through the door.

“Yeah, Engie, it’s all good,” Jeremy replies on autopilot, before pausing. Engie wasn’t dead. Why was God using his voice? He lurches to his feet and swings open the door.

Outside is the hallway of the RED base. Engineer is several steps away, likely heading to the dining room. He stops and glances over his shoulder at the sound fo Scout’s door opening.

Jeremy gapes.

Dell looks… young. Well, younger than he has in his recent years.

“Is that why you didn’t come to my early Christmas party? Are you dead too?” He asks, alarmed.

“What?” Dell looks baffled. “What are you talking about, boy?”

“I…” Jeremy can’t find the words. He’s worried. He’s confused. He’s-

“Just a tip of advice for today, don’t get into anymore fights with the team, Scout. I don’t know what Spy has against you being on the team but it won’t do well for team-building if you introduce yourself to everyone by butting heads.”

Jeremy stares at him. Engineer sighs and turns back to leave.

“This whole team’s full of eccentrics,” The Texan mutters to himself.

Jeremy watches him walk all the way down the hall before entering the dining room. He stands there, in the doorway of his old room, feeling distinctly wrong-footed.

“Huh?”

and that's a wrap on chapter one! I cant believe I wrote over 2,000 words personally begging God to let Scout live. At 1 AM. ha. ha. ha............ (shaking)

[thunder-opossum]

Hey, Thunder

You can feel bad about anything, no matter how irrational, those are Your feelings and nobody can tell you what you Have to feel and what you Can't

You're allowed to feel upset, you can explain if you want

Well firs tiff I'm just throwing the work i did in therapy out of the window.

I have gone to school this entire week simply bc I'm not motivated to. I'm not even in pain rn. And yeah now I'm constantly yelling at myself for being like this. My class tha ti should be doing the best in has a C+ and I am not gonna do shit about it apparently. It's probably only gonna get worse.

Im lazy and dover eating and over spending. Sh is turning back into a punishment atp. I'm so sick with myself j wanna puke and hurt myself.

Im staring my future down and tearing it to shreds.

[snzluv3r]

Is it hard dating that isn’t chronically ill? I am another chronically ill person and I’m scared to date someone that isn’t chronically ill because they won’t understand my pain and make me feel bad about it (I’ve had a lot of trauma with it in the past). Just wondering if it’s possible to do and how you and your partner navigate it?

honestly, yes it’s so hard, but only in the sense that i constantly feel like im holding her back or disappointing her. it’s so hard being sick all the time and not knowing when or if im going to be well enough to take her on an actual date or all the other things that my illnesses get in the way of, but she’s the first person i’ve ever known to never ever validate that guilt by making me feel bad for things out of my control.

she always lets me know i don’t have to apologize for bailing last minute or spending our only weekend together sick and in bed asleep for half the time because she knows it’s not something i’ve chosen. i’m so used to people making me feel like im just being lazy and choosing to not participate in things and am purposefully letting people down, especially in romantic relationships with non-chronically ill people, so i totally get the fear and it’s so valid. if you ever wanna talk more in depth my dms are always always open, i hope this made sense

[ilyuan]

hello valentine! how are you? i hope life is being kind to you! i heard that your request is open, so i try to send something :D hopefully this isn't too much!

may i request haitham with inazuman fem!reader? let's say they met because she's pursuing education in akademiya. once she graduates, she spends some times working in sumeru. but of course, one day she need to go back to inazuma again. how are their long distant relationship look like? do he visit her sometimes? bonus point if she's the opposite of him, like emotional and sunshine type person (but not as loud as kaveh! no shade to him tho, i lobe him xD). of course you can adjust this request as much as you want~ no pressure at all xD

i think that's it! i'm sorry if i make grammarical mistakes or anything, english is not my mother tounge. but still, thanks in advance, dear valentine! 💖

a/n. so sorry this took a while to get to :') im trying my best to catch up with my inbox i promise, other than that,, thank you for the request anon! <3 i’m sick but i’m getting better !! :)

cw. fem!reader, reader is from inazuma, a bit of angst in the beginning (?), mentions of scara (my beloved), cyno, tighnari, kaveh and other characters, i got sorta lazy at the end LOL this was just supposed to be a little time after time fic ig? if that makes any sense like something happens then another thing happens i guess? idk LMAO

"you realize i won't be able to stay for long, right?" your weary voice catches onto his ears when you begin to speak.

with a facepalm, alhaitham replies, "of course, kaveh’s coming home soon so you’d have to go," alhaitham replies, to which you chuckled about.

"well," you pause, "that's not what i meant."

"haitham! stop rummaging through my papers!" you squeak when he attempts to help you, mentally face palming yourself.

"[name]," he looks at you, "people like to help each other, everyone's gotta help someone else some day."

ah, here he goes again.

you giggle.

"okay, okay," you roll your eyes in a playful manner, "well, go check up on kaveh, he's practically screaming your name at this point."

"i'd rather stay here with you," he interrupts.

does he know what will happen?

those words sent shivers down your spine.

yes, you two were in a healthy, established relationship, but what he does not know is that you took his words a completely different way.

all of a sudden, you hear someone walking over to the two of you, alhaitham right beside you instantly assuming it was kaveh.

"hey, you kids gotta go, the bell rang already."

...apparently not.

"stop thinking so hard about it [name]," alhaitham interrupts your train of thought.

"nothing's gonna happen either way, you do realize that if you don't get into [desired career], then there's multiple other options you have in here. we went here for a reason, right?"

...ah, his smart self always seemed to cheer you up, always enough to get rid of every thought in your brain possible, just like when he comforted you when you were panicking about what seemed like fifty different school assignments back in high school.

...

"let me help you," alhaitham spoke, instantly swiping the papers out of your hands.

"but-!?" you insist, but not quick enough since alhaitham was already looking for his glasses, the ones that kaveh gave him since he changed careers in high school.

"no 'but's," he interrupted you once more, your insists practically flying out of the already freezing cold window that was still going because of how hot it was inside your apartment.

...

back in the present time, he was tapping on the side of your head like it was a solid rock, but trying his best to be careful with you.

"you always zone out," alhaitham starts once more, interrupting your train of thought once more.

"and you always interrupt me," you roll your eyes, scoffing at him.

"you didn't even say anything though."

after you and alhaitham’s graduation, you’d decided that you would work in sumeru, with the special occasions of helping out alhaitham too.

"cyno! stop kicking sand onto me!" you laughed, trying not to get sand in your eyes as you were cleaning up the eremites' base.

“where’s tighnari?” you suddenly ask.

"he's on his way, he was dehydrated not too long ago until scaramouche gave him water," he replied, thinking back to the time he had to hand over the water that scaramouche gave him to tighnari who could barely even stand, breathing heavier than usual.

after that, he knew tighnari would take longer than expected to come visit both of you.

scaramouche, having just obtained the crown and lost it, he was more unmotivated than usual so you all knew that he wasn't going to come, considering how stubborn he was and how he refused requests almost all the time.

...and of course, kaveh was stressed out again.

after months and months, here you were, wking on the streets of inazuma with none other than kaveh, alhaitham’s stubborn roommate.

“do you know when you’ll be able to go back to sumeru?” kaveh suddenly asks you, to which you whipped your head to the left to look at him.

“erm… well, i did tell him that i’d have to leave one day but,” you paused, “he didn’t… understand.”

“what do you mean?” kaveh questioned with a gasp to which you let out a small laugh about.

“well, i told him a year ago that one day i’d have to leave and he instantly thought it was about you coming over so i would have to leave,” you replied, trying your best to explain to alhaitham’s blonde friend.

“well i guess that’s just how life works,” kaveh sighed, trying to attempt an emotional facade.

you laughed again.

…

ever since that day, you’ve met some people along the way of your journey back in your hometown, inazuma.

the summer shade of inazuma under certain sakura trees caught your attention when you were walking with ayaka.

the sight reminded you of how things would go downhill but alhaitham was always there with you.

the shade representing your emotions, and the petals representing alhaitham being by your side.

you thought it was cheesy, letting out a small giggle from it to which ayaka questioned you about.

she was the girl who had always thought you were different from any other person in inazuma, since you’ve never told her that you were previously in sumeru for a long period of time.

you looked over to her, your view meeting her confused face.

“…ayaka, i’m fine,” your weary tone of voice spoke.

“…right.”

…

and ever since that day, you and alhaitham always called over any devices that ayaka and thoma made for you.

thoma, having always practiced forging with ayato, has taken a very long time trying to make certain souvenirs for you and other trinkets.

you could never thank him enough for the device that he made for you in order to call alhaitham.

however, you never told thoma that you were in a relationship with a man from sumeru.

…

so when you told him, he was shocked.

to say the least.

…

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD US THAT PART!?” he practically screamed.

“…”

“i knew you would act like this,” ayato came up from behind.

and well, so in conclusion, you and alhaitham’s relationship was… pretty much perfect!

the only downside was that you could never find ways to convince ayato to drive you back to sumeru, but you had your ways to convince him.

“alhaitham, hi!” thoma yelled, seeing his camera on screen from a few meters away behind you.

“THOMA—“

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms please and thank uu 🤍

[dynamic-k]

hi im back home

after a 12 hour flight

in which my dad threw up

and i have 20 mosquito bites

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Anyways, this has lead me to think:

Do they have planes in Stick City? (That is what the place is called, right?) Do any of the Becker siblings get car sick/plane sick/motion sick???

Wait are there other cities outside of Stick City? And if Stick City is named that because there are Sticks living in it does that mean other cities have other species???

Hold up- IMAGINE A HOLLOWHEAD CITY!!! It could be like- a Swap!AU of Super Sticks!! Like- hollowheads weren't the recessive gene and the Becker's are actually sticks?? EEEK

Also, is Stick City in the Outernet?? And if they have different worlds, would they have planets? Or areas of the web that are connected to each other with portals and stuff that count as different worlds?

Yeah I think you can tell I'm trying to make the Super Sticks and Spark AUs actually fit together.

WORLD-BUILDING IS SO HARD WHYY

i have some more questions but i think i should wait considering you've gone 2 camp or smth like that

It's funny, the moment I get back home you leave yours xd

aoshrflaouhdfpiuhdasfihsa jet lag lol

Have a nice day!!! :D And enjoy your camp!!

-R

ps if anything here is factually wrong and I've been rambling on about nothing actually true its cos i didn't bother to fact check it im lazy

Finally I have some time to answer this before the ask gets moldy-

:D Hi! Missed you! New ask yay!

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Planes in Stick City? I never once thought about this, so here I am now thinking about it-

See this is why your asks are so helpful!! I get to world build by answering questions I hadn't thought about until right this moment- :3

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I have decided that motion sickness is a thing that exists! Do with that what thou will. I think the hollowhead Beckers beloveds would be immune to normal motion sickness.

Red was already canonically prone to dizziness and motion sickness, hence the suppressants he'll get ahold of later in the plot when it comes up there's a minor issue with his teleporting armor. :>

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Stick City was just the fanon-wide accepted name for the Outernet city we see from time to time in canon, and when I was starting Arc One, it was the name on my brain so therefore, was used.

I suppose, it does make sense for there to be implications of a Lizard City or something-

I think Stick City is the capital of the Outernet. For the world of Super Sticks, I mean.

(Not for canon, because then that would be a really bad capital to have- You see how shabby everything seems, and how indifferent the sticks are and how small it appears, aside from the mass that is Rocket Corp-?! That's a city, but it ain't no capital-) (...Is this just how I see the canon city? Does- Does anyone else think this too-? ..Is it just me here-)

In SuperSticks, I would absolutely say Stick City is the capital, hence the name that focuses on the species known as sticks that take up 98% of the entire Outernet. And also my SuperSticks version of Stick City is a lot more industrialized and expanded, truly worthy of being considered a capital city. THE CAPITALLLLLL-

And any other neighboring cities of sticks would have different names, like, uh.. Circuit Town and.. maybe, uh... Conduction, by itself as a landmark something.

I want to spend hours of my time coming up with map accurate expansions and hyperspecfic names down to the restaurants of my imaginary Super Sticks Outernet world now-

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There aren't planets, since the Outernet is virtual. There's basically world barriers at the edges, as I mentioned in a previous ask.

Also humans literally cannot travel to the Outernet, since it's virtual. Every stick figure is just tiny pieces of code to a human!

Can't canonically smash the very Human AU: The Spark, with the very code-structured heavy binary related stick figure society of Super Sticks, together. I need to author plot magic a portal and make a skit/non-canonical crossover.

XD

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Now, portals that can go to different areas of the web? THAT could happen. :3

I think I'm wracking up Arc Three and Arc Four ideas, help-

[My brain works too fast, I literally just received a vague-ish idea of an extremely extensive webwide adventure in 4 to 8 seconds.]

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HEHE Seconds-

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:D

Thank you so much for the ask!!

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Carra fucking off to skiing and David and Gary are immediately going all ♥ ♥ ♥ come get your man back James

So for a prompt if you still do them: Everyone is sick and tired of carraville dancing around each other but being cowards to actually do anything about it, so to get things moving Becks starts dropping hints that he might make a move on Gary.

(next time they meet gary's neck is full of hickeys and carra is very smug. they are even more insufferable than before. roy is rolling his eyes so hard he is able to see his own brain)

LOVE the idea of becks also being in on a plot to get them together. and of everyone asking becks to do it for them bc they don't want to/are too scared/lazy/dumb to do it themselves

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“David,” says Scholesy.

“Scholesy,” says David.

“David, he’s driving me insane. I seriously cannot take it anymore.”

David doesn’t bother asking who ‘he’ is, or what he’s driving Scholesy insane about, because it’d be the same answer as it’s been for the past god knows how many years.

“I’m sure the two of them will figure it out eventually,” he offers sympathetically, to which Scholesy just groans in frustration.

“I’ll be long dead before that ‘appens.”

*

“Becks, I swear, they’re getting worse by the day.”

He and Keaney are sat with Wrighty at a little table in the media lounge at Wembley, watching Gary joke around with Carragher a few feet away. The two of them seem to be in their own little bubble, completely oblivious to the others around them. Their constant laughter is loud and annoying, especially since as far as David can tell neither of them is actually saying anything that funny.

It's kind of sweet, really.

“I think it’s sweet,” Wrighty says. “Don’t you remember how intense they both were as players? This is a massive improvement.”

“Yeah, but it’s driving me nuts! I mean, this is one thing, but it’s all the stupid little sighs and the – the longing looks, it’s enough to make you lose the will to live.”

In the past few months, David has had to listen to complaints about Gary and Carragher from every single one of his old friends from United, as well as some old England teammates that have worked with them at Sky or on The Overlap. They all seem to be under the impression that something needs to be done about it, that they can’t just let it run its natural course.

They also all seem to be in agreement that the person who needs to be doing something about it is David.

He wonders absently if it’s not too late to hand the ‘Gaz’s best friend’ card off to somebody else.

*

“So, Carragher.”

“What about him?”

Gary blinks at David from across the table, and if David didn’t know him so well he’d think he was being deliberately obtuse. Unfortunately, David does know him, well enough to know that he really is just that stupid.

He shoots him a Look, which has the desired effect of making Gary scowl at him, and then he says “nothin’, nothin’. Just noticed you two’ve been working together a lot lately.”

Gary shrugs. “He’s a good partner, to be fair. People like our dynamic. And he’s smart, though don’t tell ‘im I said that.”

“You spend much time with him outside of work?”

Gary squints, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Outside of work?” he asks, like it’s a completely foreign concept to him. Like there is no outside of work.

Which, it’s Gary, so for him there probably isn’t.

Maybe David needs to try a different approach.

*

The next time Gary is in London to cover a game with Sky, David shoots him a quick text asking dinner?, which Gary responds to with a thumbs up and the name of his hotel. Whether that’s because he wants to eat there or because he wants David to come pick him up he’s not sure, but either way he finds himself pulling up outside the Corinthia hotel that Friday evening, dressed in his smartest jeans and an unfussy old blazer.

He goes into the bar area, thinking he’ll order a drink and wait for Gary to come down, but Gary’s already there, sat at the bar with Carragher.

Perfect.

David meanders over to them, feeling slightly smug that he’s still enough to tear Gary’s attention away from Jamie, that Gary still gives him a glowy smile when he sees him approaching.

When he gets to them he shakes Jamie’s hand in greeting, pressing his other hand to the small of Gary’s back as he does so. Gary startles momentarily at the contact, but he quickly shakes it off and leans into the touch, beaming up at David.

“Becks!” he greets. “Me ‘n Carra were just catchin’ up while I was waitin’ for you to arrive. He’s stayin’ here this weekend, too, y’see.”

David notices that while Gary’s nattering away, Jamie’s eyes are fixed on where his hand is resting on Gary’s back, his lips pressed tightly together. David catches his eye and winks, giving him his prettiest smile.

He figures he might as well go all in, get the whole thing over and done with sooner rather than later, so he bends his head down to kiss the top of Gary’s head while he carries on chatting nonsense about tomorrow’s game.

The kiss stops Gary in his tracks, makes him blush a familiar shade of pink and then preen a bit, smiling up at David warmly.

Meanwhile, Jamie’s looking between the two of them like he’s ready to kill someone. Gary doesn’t spare him a second glance.

“Wha’d’ya fancy eating, Gaz?” David asks softly, pretending not to have noticed Jamie’s reaction.

“Whatever you like,” Gary says, just like he always does when the two of them go out to eat. “They’ve a pretty decent restaurant here, if you don’t fancy goin’ out. Otherwise, you prob’ly know the restaurants around London better’n I do, don’t you?”

*

David accidentally-on-purpose runs into him at the stadium the next day, and once again asks if he fancies going out for dinner.

“Erm,” Gary replies, reaching his hand up to rub at a dark patch on his neck. “I dunno, really, not sure if there’s anythin’ else Sky wants us for tonight, y’know?”

“Carragher can come too, if he wants,” David offers, rolling his eyes with a smirk at the way Gary instantly brightens.

“Oh!” he says, a blush rising up his cheeks, “oh, alright then! Think we’re both free, now that I think about it. I’ll just go check with ‘im and let you know.”