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bigboymoozz · 1 year ago
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Ok Google how to tell if 2/3 of Mt longest term friends hate me and how can I apologize for something I'm not aware of
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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year ago
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... how am I meant to get any sort of restful sleep when it's like 85F indoors in my bedroom at NIGHT .. hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
#why the next poll adventure and everything else has taken so long lol.. I straight up have just not done anything#the past few days... staring down my todo list and sweating hopelessly#AT LEAST it;s relatively low humidity. the highest it's been up to is maybe 65%. but is usually around 50 or 40ish#There is one small window air conditioner in a roomate's room that can KIND OF be shared by nailing a sheet up to block off the hallway#with the rooms in it so the cool air goes into the other bedrooms but doesnt flow out into the kitchen or etc but#wjhen it's the time of day that the sun is directly hitting the window & it's like 102F outside even that doesnt help much. to cool 3 rooms#and I always feel like we're going to explode the air conditioner or something running it too much with direct heat on it. sometimes it#smells like hot plastic or whatever ghj.. so it's mostly just.. block off all windows with 5 layers of blankets and cardboard#starting at 10am (meaning.. no indoor light for days basically.. no natural lighting.. time passes weird. hard to determine time of day).#throw water on the bed every night so you sleep in wet sheets and keep your clothes and hair wet at all times. ice. cold drinks. keep a#little fan running pointed directly at you nearly 24/7 even when sleeping with a fan blowing air on you makes your eyes and throat painfull#dry. etc. etc.. and i KNOW people have it worse in plenty of places blah blah. i am just complaining on my little blog that is about me lol#I think the biggest thing about lack of adequate/central air conditioning for me is just the LACK of productivity!!! I am working on games!#and novels!! and so many other crafts. costumes! sculptures!!! things I want to do!!! we all have a limited amount of time on this planet a#nd I have so many goals!! To lose basically 4-5 days straight or producivity - when if I had been able to temperature#control my environment better I could have easily gotten more done because I wouldn't be laying around nuseous and too hot#and sick to do anything all day etc. -- is like.... GRRRRRR... it just feels so senseless.. i could have USEd that time...#Every CEO who has contributed to global warming owes me 1million doallrs to fund my art projects and make up for all the time#I've lost on them due to their stupid bullshit.. also they should be stoned to death in a public square. but redistribute the money FIRST#to everyone on the planet. but especially people who have been affected by floods. fires. etc. etc.#poor people who have limited choice in housing and access to air conditioning. homeless people in cooling centers. people with disabillitie#and health issues that are worse in the heat so the entire future just seems increasingly terrifying for them. etc. etc.#ANYWAY.... eughhhgh.... It can cool down SLIGHTLY at night but the past few nights I have been sleeping in an 81 degree room and I wake up#and first thing in the morning its like 82 by then and I'm so nauseous and nasty feeling... just so so tired of it.. I NEED SNOW#literally not even joking.. snow would heal me. .. oughffff...#AND i got the new nasty stinky poo poo pee pee tumblr dashboard update lol.. e v i l
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bbluefllame · 3 months ago
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hcs on how I think mha characters sleep
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contains: pure silly stupidness
characters: tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, izuku midoriya, toga himiko, plus one katsuki hc😭
note: LISTEN GANG I WAS SLEEPY BUT I COULDNT SKEEP SO I WAS LIKE OH EM GEE!!! keigo's went out of hand 😔😔😔
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tomura shigaraki
- he usually sleeps in his normal attire, he has no energy to get up and change
- sleeps 4 hrs MAX
- his thumbs are always I mean always are covered by the rest of his fingers tightly, he probably decays mattresses every couple of months by accident
- either super light sleeper or super heavy no in-between, probably doesn't even sleep most of the time
- there's no pre-sleep routine. mf just plops down into the bed and blacks out OR he sleeps in his gaming chair😭
- if you're sleeping next to him, he would make sure he's facing the opposite side with his hands dangling at the edge of the bed just to make sure nothing happens to you.
- one thing that makes him black out is playing with his hair, like blackout like snore mimimimi type shit
- he's so still in his sleep, barely moves to the point you might think he's dead if he wasn't breathing‼️
- Overall he'd be a pretty good person to sleep next to (if he even sleeps) just make sure he doesn't have nightmares or everything is done and dusted (literally)
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touya todoroki
- he either sleeps naked or something that can't snag on the staples/ irritate his scars (probably naked bcs have you seen his room?? ITS EMPTY EMPTY THERES NOTHING BESIDES HIS USUAL CLOTHES)
- I give him 5-6 hrs maybe then he wakes up but on nights where he's in too much pain, he takes a shit ton of painkillers and tries to sleep just to wake up 2 hrs later
-biggest snorer out there, complete opposite of tomura. esp w those lungs of his omg.
- you could be sleeping and BOOM 🚉 SNOREEEEEE HONKKKK you need earplugs with him, then he wakes up and goes "I don't snore, fuck you mean??"
- he tosses and turns 24/7 also he will 100% steal the blanket and kick you off, at this point it'd be more comfortable to sleep on the ground than to sleep next to him
- yk those videos where it's like someone tweaking while sleeping, like they roll around steal blankets and kick and stuff and do the craziest shit, yeah that's touya
- idk if he has a pre sleep routine I'm leaning towards it depends? he usually just makes sure his scars are clean so he doesn't get an infection and yk die!
- I conclude, a horrible person to sleep next to. Would much rather kms than tolerate a night of his torture!
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keigo takami
- this bitch has 2 options, blackout the second he gets home in his hero attire, or if it's a day where he has to recover from an injury or something, these specific navy blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt
- depends on the day he's sleeping either 3 hrs or 9 hrs
- he doesn't snore but he talks in his sleep about the weirdest shit ever "noooo pls don't put me in the airfryer" he 100% has the weirdest fucking dreams to ever exist
- he never sleeps on his back, literally always on his stomach so his wings don't get in the way
- also on the topic of his wings, during said weird dreams if he's running away or something they start flapping and shit😭 it'd be so annoying to sleep next to him
- he sleepwalks 100% you look at that face and tell me he DOESNT?? he's a really light sleeper as well esp for nights where he might be called in
- definitely has a pre sleep routine (if he doesn't immediately blackout) ESP if you're living tg oh em gee, he'd have a longer skincare routine than you (tbf the skincare routine is kind of obligation from him to appeal to the civilians nd shit)
- he'd have a headband on his head pushing his hair back, washing his face, using a toner etcetera, and then going "baaaaaabeeee where'd you put my cosrx snail mucin, I know you used it" and he'd be all sassy and shit (twink cough cough sorry)
- if he's having a calm day, he's being the clingiest cutest little shit, you wanna go to eat? "nooo 5 minutes" . You wanna go to the bathroom? "Ugh be quick" while he's guarding the door waiting to tackle you and drag you back to bed. He's such a little (loving) shit
- he just lays there on top of you not willing to let go with a serene expression on his face, those days are rare though (fuck the commission 😠)
- random but he has some of the worst bed head you could ever see
- overall, kind of annoying to sleep next to (funny as well) but for him, who wouldn't tolerate it 🙏🏼
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izuku midoriya
- before OFA bro used to get no sleep he'd have the most fucked up sleep schedule to ever exist ‼️‼️ like during weekends no sleep at all just staying up analyzing new heroes
- w OFA he's sleeping healthily or too much with the amount of energy he uses ESP in the first seasons when he breaks his bones a shit ton
- HIS SLEEP WEAR LMAOAOA funniest thing I've seen i don't have to say anything abt it 😭 a fucking shirt w " t-shirt" on it or sumn
- doesn't snore but moves a lot, and not even kicking?? just flipping side to side or clutching the blanket like he's a woman clutching her purse in the 1800s (no one's taking it from you calm down lil bro)
- occasionally he might talk but it's like 2 words then he flips to the other side
- no pre-sleep routine but that's bc he doesn't need one, his pre-sleep routine is studying or training, BUT bro has to be like wrapping his arms and hands at night or something bcs he's in pain (his arms are fucked up there's no way he doesn't have chronic pain)
- if you're forced to sleep next to each other (insert ur own fanfic idea of why) he would be so tense he'd have his hands by his side tryna not sleep so he doesn't annoy you, at this point, you'd be annoyed by how tense he is
- he's not a bad person to sleep next to tbf, just like he might be kinda annoying that's it
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Toga Himiko
- she has pink pj's and everything she's such a cutie (some have blood on them but whoops accident!)
- she sleeps with plushies (her room is adorable. search it up pleek‼️), changes the plushie every night so "every single one of them feels loved"
- she sleeps pretty healthily although on the low side 6-7 hrs prolly, she's told by compress "You're a growing girl, you need your sleep" or something similar when she wakes up too early
- she's more giggles in her sleep rather than anything, maybe whispers a name then goes teehehehe, she's pretty calm in her sleep honestly
- she has a pre-sleep routine and it's adorable, if it's in the broke era she steals face masks (specifically hello kitty ones), moisturizers, toners, face washes and skips back to the base with a smile on her face
- has 100% forced a couple of the league members to use the face masks
- has music blasting (for some reason I see her playing like a g6 and bopping her head while putting stuff on) at 10 pm, she 100% has been forced to turn it off bcs it woke everyone up
- she's such a cuddly person as well but in the best way possible, before sleeping though 100% there's gonna be gossiping or just yapping tg
overall my favorite !! silliest girl to ever exist I luv her
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bonus katsuki
- bro sleeps like a Victorian child dying from the plague, waiting for a true loves kiss type shit you'd see him and go "wtf okay disney princess😟"
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alllgator-blood · 15 days ago
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'FOGGY STREETS AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS'
(part 3/3)
I'm gonna infodump about the backstory of this comic, don't feel obligated to read it because it's not cotl related it's just personal stuff, I just want to be able to write about it somewhere cause I can't really talk to anyone about it.
As always, thanks for reading this far, sorry my stuff has been such a bummer so consistently. This comic goes out to all my "christmas induced depression" homies, I left my house maybe like ~5 times all month and it was NOT pleasant hearing "IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!!" on the radio when I'm so ready for it to be over. Gonna take it reaaaaal easy til the year ends, you guys take it easy too!! Got some asks I have to respond to when I'm more stable but probably no new comic pages til january
Alright uhhh so this part of the comic is pretty much taken directly from the last time I saw my great-grandma alive, a few days before christmas. She didn't remember me, but at the nursing home there was a piano, and I sat down and played some stuff because I didn't know what to say. I was really into lisa the painful rpg at the time, and I played that "I've got the joy" song that the villain sings without realizing it was an old christian campfire song. She didn't really say much or move that whole night, just kind of gave me a polite blank smile, but started singing the words when I played the notes to that song.
I kinda stopped in shock, my dad frantically asked me to keep playing, so I did. While the comic I made is way more sappy than the actual moment was, I wish I'd cherished the moment longer. I didn't know it was the last time I'd see her alive. Every family christmas was held at her house when she was around, so it's been weird the past few years. I actually lost another dementia-addled grandma to cancer on christmas eve in 2009, so the holiday was already kind of weird for me on top of everything else that makes me sad this time of year. That's what part 2 was about, I'll spare the details but I wrote leshy to act out how I felt back then. Why are we all sad? This is supposed to be a happy time, all the decorations are up and we're almost all here, so why is everyone smiling yet everything feels so wrong? I feel like since leshy's canonically the most ignorant one to things lurking below the surface, he'd be the one to try and make everyone feel better but not quite understand why everyone is so miserable. My first memory of having self injurious behavior came from then, hence why I had leshy pull his leaves off in the last comic. It was confusing and frustrating and I was just old enough to comprehend something was wrong, but not old enough to understand the depth of it, it DEFINITELY didn't help that nobody helped me back then so I made leshy's siblings actually come in clutch instead of grabbing him/yelling at him.
That night with the piano was something that's stuck with me the few years she's been gone, but I felt kind of strange when I asked my dad and my sister about it and neither of them remembered it. The room we were in was completely empty so nobody else witnessed it but us three. I myself have a history of head trauma and memory loss (plus, native americans are disproportionately more likely to develop dementia... lucky us) so if I ever forgot about that moment, there'd be nobody left to remember it. Sometimes when I do comics, it's my way of going "this happened at some point, and the only evidence it ever happened was me witnessing it, so if something happens to me I want the memory to stay alive in some form."
Anyway. The autistic urge to overshare, am I right? Idk what my religious ass great-grandma would think of me drawing demonic comics about my last memory of her, she'd probably think it's funny though cause she raised my dad whose interests have always been "death metal and devil worship". I'm not sure if anyone read this far, I just hope my dumb comics can convey the things I can't say with my voice and struggle to say through text. None of this was supposed to be "feel bad for me!! Woe is me!!", it was supposed to me more like...cathartic? Healing? I almost didn't post this comic because it felt kinda weird, but seeing people connect with it made it worth it imo. Thank you
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ifearzombies · 2 years ago
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Things You Do Living At The HoL
1- Whenever you make yourself food in the kitchen you make three servings. One for you and two for Beel. Beel will smell it and you can never, ever not have something for him.
2- You buy every magazine Mammon is featured in. He makes royalties off of that and you want to support your first man in everything he does.
3- You check on Lucifer’s office every night. You either are bringing him coffee, offering to help, or are ushering him to bed depending on what he’s working on.
4- You text Diavolo, Barbatos, and the PH group every night to tell them you love them and that you’ll see them tomorrow since you can’t say goodnight in person most nights.
5- You find yourself saying “God” a LOT less. Either the angels are offended because you’re using their father’s name in vain. Or the demons are offended because you’re mentioning someone who hates them/their father they hate. It’s almost eradicated from your vocabulary.
6- When in the Human Realm and you see religious people you have to walk by them quickly because you can’t tell them how much you know about God, Demons, and the afterlife.
7- On nights you can’t sleep, you find yourself in the kitchen either talking to Beel or making food for him. You cherish those late night talks.
8- When Levi has a raid planned and you can’t stay with him, you check on him as much as possible to see if he needs anything.
9- You gave up trying to clean Satan’s room. But you DO check to make sure he’s not buried under books. Again. You’ve found him a few times under a bookalanche.
10- You make sure to tell Asmo he’s beautiful at least once a day. He pouts if you don’t.
11- You make sure Belphie wakes up long enough to do his schoolwork on days he does virtual schooling. On days he goes to RAD, you check to see how he’s doing.
12- On days you are in charge of dinner (volunteering or scheduled), you tend to make foods that are easy to make in bulk. Spaghetti, pancakes, quesadillas, and so forth. Not just because of Beel’s appetite (though that is the main reason), but this is a house of 7 men who are pretty fit. They all have a very healthy appetite. Plus there’s ALWAYS a chance for the PH group or Diavolo & Barbatos to come by.
13- You don’t lock the door when you use the bath in the main bathroom of the HoL. In the event someone desperately needs the toilet/sink in there, you don’t want to get up out of the water to open the door. Too much hassle.
14- You have a specific spot you sit at in the living room. The demons are weirded out by you have a particular spot you like, but they’ve avoided sitting there so that they’re never in the way.
15- You look at the sky to tell the time. You’ve started to figure out when it’s day or night depending on the moon’s positions and the stars in the sky. Specific hours still require a watch/clock. But day or night, you’ve got it mostly down.
16- You keep a shelf of books in your room for Satan. They’re mostly cat mystery novels since he loves detective novels and cats. You steal them back from his room, though, so he can’t add them to the mess that is his room.
17- You check on the pranks for the Anti-Lucifer League and work with them on good times for pranks. You’ve explained that if he’s not busy with something important, it’s more aggravating to him. They don’t believe you, but they sometimes listen to you when you ask them to hold off on a prank.
18- You tend to ask Mammon and Satan to go grocery shopping with you. Mammon can find the best deals and Satan is knowledgeable about what’s freshest in the store. Beel eats while he shops and groceries are more when he’s there. Belphie gets tired, Levi complains the whole time, Asmo just looks at reflective surfaces and slows the process down, and Lucifer is usually too busy.
19- You don’t watch porn. You can’t. Asmo can tell when you do because he can just sense when you’re horny and he tells EVERYONE. It’s embarrassing and sometimes you just want to have some self service time rather than end up in a wheelchair!
20- The wheelchair. It started as a joke from Solomon, honestly. Teasing that you likely have so much intimacy you struggle to walk. Diavolo didn’t realize he was joking and actually bought it for you. So you do actually own a wheelchair at the HoL. It’s in your closet, all charged up (Diavolo sprung for a fancy motorized one). When you feel like messing with the brothers, you’ll break it out and use it around the first floor and then they get to try and figure out who made you use it. It slightly backfires if anyone comes to visit though.
Solomon starts flirting and stating that he’d like a turn to make you use it. Simeon turns redder than a tomato. Luke gets mad and yells at the demons for hurting you, assuming they’ve injured you by their fighting (NO ONE IS CORRECTING HIM FOR FEAR OF ANGERING SIMEON). Barbatos frets over you being injured. Diavolo just teases you and asks if the chair is comfortable enough.
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iid-smile · 4 months ago
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#02 for ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ @whispytrees ⋆
hi! thank you for your order! i see you got yourself 5, 10 and 21, a little bit of everything. also you love what i write omg???? got me squealing, giggling, kicking my feet just a bit... (i screamed) you're so sweet <3 no pun intended here hehe. dazai we shall! went with headcanons since you didn't specify, i hope that's okay!
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#5 🍰 | having kids together
dazai is either a suspiciously good girl dad, or the type to scare his kid whenever he can
would use the time between pregnancy or adoption process as an "excuse" to get off work, except he's actually doing a lot to make sure the little girl has the best environment to grow up with
wants to give her the childhood he never got, so he'll say yes to everything she wants unless it'll get her harmed or in danger
has no filter around your daughter, so please beware and stay close at all times!! he can and will go into deep depth about... multiple not-so-safe-for-kids topics and cause her to cry, so make sure you're ready to give her a big hug
anyways! he loves dancing with her more than anything. will buy his daughter all sorts of cute dresses no matter the age (big skirts are the best!) may even get her into dance classes; most likely ballet or ballroom. it's always cute to catch them in the act
sasses his teenage daughter back. NOTHING is getting past him. he takes treat people how you want to be treated seriously in this household
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#10 🍓 | cuddling during the morning / night
morning
quite often, dazai is too lazy to get up (especially if it's for work) if you have to get up too, then you're not. keeping you in bed is most effective when he's the big spoon, because he holds you tight and squishes his cheek against your nap
tickles you because he knows his fingers get really cold sometimes. actually, he's just a really cold guy in general, it's weird.
mumbles about random things as if he's drunk. it's just him ranting about how much he love you and how much his life has changed for the better since he met you.
sleepy dazai is just clingy overall. every single one of his body parts has to be touching yours
night
you have to hold hands! it's a requirement. facing each other, spooning, on top of each other, upside down or whatever, his hand is always linked with yours
if you're already asleep, he'd quietly yap about how his day went, making sure to whisper so you wouldn't wake up.
eventually goes quiet, and just stares at you. every single detail on your face. he's not picky about looks, but you're the most attractive person he's ever seen
gently nudges your head towards his chest and tucks it under his chin, falling asleep while smiling. his biggest fear is not sleeping by your side after all.
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#21 🍦 | where they like to kiss you
we all know dazai loves hands.
the back of your hand and knuckles are obvious ones, but he kisses your fingertips and wrists a lot too. fingertips are his favourite! he does this thing where he'll kiss your middle and index finger, and pulls your hand over to place them on his heart.
lips, but it's not really a kiss. it's just pressing your lips together, no smooches </3 he mostly does this to tease you, because you can always feel the small smirk he has.
shoulders too because why not? shoulder blade is where he loves to kiss you. no particular reason, it's just a nice spot for when he's behind you.
your neck would be another spot where he loves to tease, and he does the same thing where he just presses his lips against it, not kissing. sometimes just ghosts his lips over your skin to feel you shiver.
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kelcemenow · 7 months ago
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Things Never Change.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 462
Warnings Nothing to warn about here, it's all adorable girl Dad Travis!
Aaaand it's another Anon request! This one was quite vague and simple, so I just went with whatever my brain threw out! Fast forward to whenever Trav retires for this one...not that I want that to happen any time soon! "Travis kelce with his wife and kids at a game maybe superbowl"
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"She isn't going to eat that, you know?"
Travis looked down towards the hotdog that he had been holding for a decent amount of time, with Maeve focusing all of her attention towards the action down on the field.
"Baby, you know I really got it for me, right?" He grinned with the corner of his mouth.
You gently nudged him with your forearm as you watched your daughter's chocolate brown curls bounce up and down as her head moved around.
"Do you miss it?"
Travis sighed a short laugh, "What do you think?"
The stadium roared around you as the Superbowl continued to play out in front of you, your feet vibrating in the stands, "I know, baby. Being back, it feels like 3 years ago all over again."
"It's weird. It feels so different being on this side of the field, but the place hasn't changed at all somehow." His gaze drifted upwards as he looked at the thousands of fans that surrounded him.
You noticed a slight smile as he looked upon the large 87 banner that hung down, his surname emblazoned on it.
You heart broke for your husband, "You know, if you wanna come out of retirement, I'd support you."
"I retired for us. For our family and our future. I couldn't stand by and watch you bring up our daughter alone."
You furrowed your brow, "I wasn't totally alone. You were around."
Travis sucked air in through his teeth, "Not enough. I wanted to be home with you and Maeve."
You both looked towards your 5 year old, her hands clapping together as she watched the Chiefs cheerleaders perform down at the side-lines.
"Besides, she's older now, it's a bit easier in some ways."
Travis told hold of your hands, his expression sincere, "Baby, I know you're trying to help, but I made my decision. Of course I miss it, I miss it every single day, but I want to be at home with you and our little girl."
Your eyes creased into a smile as you leaned down, picking up Maeve and resting her against your hip, her small hands clinging onto you. Travis grinned and ducked his head, laying a gentle kiss onto the top of her head.
Suddenly, the crowd bellowed, causing you to look out at the field for the reason for the noise. Instead, you noticed that your faces were showing on the screen towards the end of the stadium.
"Make some noise for Kansas City Chiefs legend, Travis Kelce!"
Travis held his hand out, a static wave to his adoring fans before turning the the side and bringing his arms up into his famous 'Archer' pose. You rolled your eyes quickly as the noise grew louder.
"Some things never change."
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morgana-larkin · 7 months ago
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This is based off the newest episode…maybe drunk Mel of course and Sober reader, maybe reader is staying sober to drive home or something and enjoying herself at Janine’s party watching Mel drink and flirt and go crazy
Ask and receive 🫡. I of course had to include sea Barb from the episode. It took me 3 days to write this so i hope it lives up to your expectations. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: Due to my creative block that keeps coming and going, I most likely will not write fics for the prompts in order. I will write whatever is inspiring me at the moment so at least I will get fics out for your guys! So I could write a fic for your prompt the next day or the following week, who knows🤷🏻‍♀️.
Flirty Drunk
Warnings: small spoilers from the episode, flirty Mel, oblivious (ish) Reader
Words: 1.85k
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You watch as Melissa and Barb start drinking at the party.
“You sure you don’t want to drink too sweetheart? I can ask Gerald to drive you home as well.” Barb asks you and Melissa looks at you with a smile.
“No thank you, I’m good. I’m not much of a drinker anyway, but you guys let loose and I’ll make sure you don’t embarrass yourselves too much.” You tell them and Melissa takes another big gulp of whatever alcoholic drink she got.
That was 10 minutes ago and now the alcohol is starting to affect them. You see Melissa starting to stumble a bit and she grabbed you for stability.
“Woah, the room is unstable.” She starts slurring and you giggle.
“Of course it’s definitely the room and not you that’s unbalanced.” You tell her and she gives you a small glare.
“Wanna dance with me?” She suddenly asks and you look at her and smile. A chance to dance with your crush, how could you refuse?
“Sure.” You tell her and she smiles as you both start dancing to the music. Over the course of the song you notice Melissa getting closer and closer to you. You feel yourself getting a bit claustrophobic, you want her to be close to you but she’s drunk and not in the right state of mind. You pull away from her and you see her confused expression. “I’m going to get another drink, you want anything?” You have to practically yell over the music. She shakes her head at you and then takes another gulp of her drink. You leave to go to the kitchen to get some more water, not noticing the redhead staring at your ass as you leave. Once you get another cup of water from the sink, you decide to drink it in the kitchen and talk with other people there.
Unknown to you, Melissa was waiting for you to return to dance with you again. After 5 minutes, she decides to stop waiting and just goes to dance with Barb.
You return to the living room and you go and join Mr. Morton with the puzzle. You catch sight of Melissa dancing every once in a while. It’s good that she’s letting loose, you think, she definitely deserves it. You see her start to dance with other people as well instead of just Barb. You smile every time you look at her.
“You could just tell her how you feel.” Mr. Morton suddenly says and you turn back to look at him.
“What?” You ask him and he looks up at you from the puzzle.
“Melissa, you’ve been staring at her since you sat down here. You should just tell her how you feel.” He says then goes back to the puzzle.
“She’s too drunk tonight, she’s not in her right state of mind.” Is all you say and he looks up.
“Maybe that’s a good thing. She’ll be honest and if she rejects you then she won’t remember.”
“But I’ll remember and what if that happens and I act weird around her, we’re coworkers.”
“Today was the last day of school. You don’t have to see her for 2 months. I think that’s enough time to handle the rejection. But if I’m honest, I don’t think she’ll reject you.” He tells you and you tilt your head. “She waited for you to return for several minutes after you left to get a drink, she wanted to dance with you again.”
“Well we are friends, and now she’s dancing with Barb and other teachers.”
“I don’t see her almost grinding on them.” He says and you look over at Melissa. You see her already looking at you and she smiles before looking back over at Barb. You stand up and walk over to Melissa who’s currently dancing with a teacher you’ve never met before. You tap her on the shoulder and she turns around, she smiles when she sees it’s you and you lean in close to her ear so she’ll hear you.
“Wanna dance with me again?” You ask her and you pull back and she nods her head enthusiastically. You start dancing again and she wraps her arms around your neck while you place your hands on her waist. You feel her move her hips to the beat of the music while you try and match it while looking at her eyes. You see her smile at you and you smile back at her. She starts to lean in close but she stumbles and you catch her as you wrap your arms around her waist.
“Woah!”
“Careful Mel!” You yell over the music. “What were you trying to do?”
“I was going to tell you that you look beautiful.” She slurs in your ear.
“Oh, well thank you. So do you.” You say as you blush.
You don’t move your arms from being wrapped around her waist and she doesn’t say anything. She starts to press her body against yours and your brain blanks for multiple seconds as you just stare at her. She notices your reaction and just winks at you and you know your cheeks are as red as her hair. You decide to spin her around so she doesn’t notice your intense blush.
“Wee” she says when you spin her around. The alcohol is making her go a bit crazy and you’re having fun watching her be drunk. You look over and see Barb dancing without shoes on and you snort.
“You, you’re supposed to be cleaning.” Janine says to Melissa and you both let each other go.
“I am cleaning. Cleaning up the dance floor!” She says and you two high five. You both continue dancing together without putting any hands on each other this time.
A few minutes later the power goes out and you and Melissa look at each other.
“What do we do now?” You ask her and she takes your hand and leads you to the couch. “Melissa, this is the makeout section.” You tell her and she turns to you and smiles.
“I know. You asked what to do now and this came to mind.” She tells you and you quirk an eyebrow at her.
“How drunk are you?” You ask her and she snorts.
“Pretty drunk but my brain still works.” She says and then hums when she starts leaning in closer to you. She goes to kiss you but you place your hand on her lips to stop her. She looks at your hand that’s on her lips then looks back up at you and then pulls back. “Why’d you stop me? Do you not want to kiss me?” She asks and you smile.
“Believe me I do. But I want to kiss sober Melissa, she’ll know what she’s doing and she’ll actually remember too.” You tell her and she frowns.
“Sober Melissa would never try to kiss you.” She tells you and you tilt your head. Mr. Morton did say she might be honest since she’s drunk so here’s your chance to get information.
“And why’s that?” You ask her.
“Because.” She says and sighs. “Because she’s scared.” She tells you. “Scared of putting her heart out there and getting hurt.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about me hurting you.” You tell her and she looks at your eyes. Just then the power comes back on, as well as the music. “Come on, let’s go dance again.” You say to lighten the mood. You pull her back on the dance floor and you both start dancing again. You both dance until the party is over. “I’ll drive you home Melissa.” You tell her and she nods. You, Melissa and Barb go to leave and Janine says goodbye to you three.
“Shiver me timbers tiny buckle! Time to abandon ship!” Barb says and Melissa laughs. Janine takes the cutout before Barb leaves.
“Congrats kid, your party made sea Barbra go full pirate. Didn’t know you had it in you.” Melissa says and goes to leave but Janine stops her.
“Yo-ho-ho leave the room.” Janine says and points to her purse. Melissa pulls out a bottle of alcohol. “Oh.”
“Oops.” Melissa says.
“How’d that get in there.” Janine playfully teases and you look at Melissa.
“How did that get in there? I was with you for most of the night.” You tell her and she just smiles as you leave together.
“Secret.” She tells you and does a shush motion and you giggle. You both get to your car and you turn it on while she buckles herself in. You put the car in drive and start the drive to Melissa’s place when she looks at you.
“What?” You ask her.
“Nothing. What if I still want to kiss you tomorrow morning?” She asks you and you freeze. You think that there’s a good chance she won’t remember any of this so you decide to answer.
“Well you probably won’t remember this so on the off chance you still want to kiss me tomorrow, then you can.” You tell her and she smiles at you. She starts humming on the way to her place.
You reach her place and you help get her inside and to her bed. You remove her boots and blazer before she gets on the bed.
“Do you also want to remove your shirt or just keep it on?” You ask her.
“You just want to see me shirtless.” She accuses while pointing at you.
“That’s not why. Your shirt doesn’t look comfortable to sleep in.” You tell her.
“Oh. It’s fine, I’ve slept wearing worse before.” She says and pulls the blanket on her.
“Alright, good night Melissa.” You say and she falls asleep. You go and get some Advil and a bottle of water and leave it on her nightstand. You leave her place and make sure to lock up with the spare key she gave you a couple months ago. You go home and get ready for bed before falling asleep yourself.
The next morning you’re cleaning up the dishes from breakfast when you hear a knock at your door. You’re still in your pjs, which is a tank top and shorts but you answer the door anyway. You see Melissa standing there looking a little worried.
“Morning Melissa, everything al-”
“I remember everything.” Is all she says and you look at her confused as you replay the conversations with her last night in your head and you realise what she’s talking about.
“Oh, I didn’t think you would.” Is all you say.
“Were you being honest when you said I could kiss you in the morning?” She asks and you nod.
“Ya.” Is all you have the chance to say before her lips are on yours. You immediately kiss her back and wrap your arms around her neck while hers go to your waist.
“I spent most of last night trying to flirt with you.” She tells you when you both pull back.
“I noticed some flirting.” You tell her and you both giggle.
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deformedcat · 9 months ago
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The 5 love language
pairing: artist male y/n x childhood friend oc
warning: vomiting, stalking, obsessive behaviour, gore, open ending, not proof read, v rushed 📣📣
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Valentine's Day, a day to spend with your loved ones, something you didn't have.
Forget spending Valentine's day with anyone- you had work at the convenience store. Sure, you're an artist, but money won't magically appear onto your kitchen counter.
Despite that, it didn't bother you as much as the sight you saw around you that day. (though bother might not be fitting, more like envious) There were couples everywhere on dates, holding hand and showing their affection towards each other. Bleh. (translation: when is it my turn?)
Either way, you could complain all you want but life still goes on. Sighing, you walk towards your apartment, staring down at your phone to avoid the sights of couples. It wasn't until an envelope at your door caught your attention.
The envelope had a simple yet design with a heart shape sticker on it, you hesitantly take it and enter your apartment.
After sitting on your couch for abit, you cautiously and gradually opens the letter, wary of any potential pranks, but nothing happened.
"Dear y/n
Happy Valentine's day, well, it's not Valentine's day yet but it will be soon.
I've always had a big crush on you, but i never gotten the chance to confess to you directly. Truth to be told, i'm not a courageous person, but you give me the strength to do so today :).
You are the most strongest, admirable person I've met. Whenever i listen to your music, I'm hit in awe with how talented you are. I fall even harder everytime i see you. Your presence is already enough for me to keep going.
Do you know the saying "the 5 love language"? They are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. I would love to know which one is your love language, but instead of asking, I want to let you experience all of them. I aim to make you feel loved in every way possible, starting with words of affirmation!"
..Ah.
A secret admirer,,?
You honestly didn't know something so cliche that would be done in a high school romance movie would happened to yourself, in real life.
The rest of the kettle had you fuming like a kettle, was this person a fan of poets? They sure had their way with words.
As sweet as the letter sounds, you couldnt help but feel crept out by this, how much does this person knows you? Do you even know this person?
You could only hope that it's not someone creepy, like a stalker.. You opened your phone and take a picture of the letter, sending it to your childhood bestfriend.
y/n:
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hyeon:
?
what's this?
y/n:
love letter,
saw it in front of my
apartment
hyeon:
does someone have a lil crush on little y/n :0?
y/n:
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hyeon:
Daniel's got a competitor 😄
y/n:
NEVER
im forever loyal to daniel
👎👎
hyeon:
haha
why are you showing me this?
y/n:
idk
felt a lil crept out
dont u think its weird??
how did they know where i lived? idfk who they are
hyeon:
hmm, thats true.
maybe it's a neighbour? they mentioned they could hear your music, they might be living around your area ?
y/n:
that make it even worse
hyeon:
lock your doors and windows, you wouldnt want to entice your little 'admirer' to break in do you?
y/n:
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gtg, bye
hyeon:
i was just joking D:!
I'll be back from Russia soon, i promise <3
y/n
mm, maybe dont.
take care tho
A few days went by and nothing happened, you were beginning to wonder if the letter was just a prank from the kids around the area.
Regardless, you didn't care, you were to tired from your work ealier. Getting yelled at by your manager in front of the customers, for something rather silly. (you looked really tired but manager took it as "mf u dont like ur work isit) This was far fron the first time, and not the worst thing that had happened, but it didn't make it less draining.
you went into your apartment, turned on the light and fell right onto your couch. Rent was due in 3 weeks,, you were mentally preparing yourself to starve for the next few days to be able to have a roof under your head.
everything was tiring you out, and you just want a car to come running into you already, but the house isn't going to clean itself. You had to do chores because you have been putting off chores for a few days now. It's going to pile up the more you tell yourself "i'll do it tomorrow." so you pushes your body off the couch to start.
maybe you can start by taking out the trash.
problem was, the trash was missing. you stared at the empty, new plastic bag over the trash you didn't remember replacing. are you hallucinating?
you went over the sink to wash the dishes, to find them cleaned and kept neatly inside the cabinet. huh.
you must be going crazy, you were sure you did not wash those dishes nor keep them. even if you did, you wouldn't store them as neat as this.
are you going insane?
you quickly check the laundry, and sure enough, they were all done up. the dirty clothes were washed, the one that you didn't bother folding was folded and put away in your bedroom. Neatly.
was your landlord here this morning? Even if he was, he wouls never done something like this. He only ever told you to stop being so lazy and clean the messy apartment. He even once demanded you to clean everything up while be watched but thats it.
you hit your head against the wall, hard, to check if you had not actually fallen asleep on the couch and this was all just a dream. you winced at the pain on your forehead, that sure gave you an answer that youre not hallucinating.
maybe you're just overworked..?
you sat on your bed, noticing a familiar envelope with another sticker on your pillow.
what the fuck.
you opened the envelope, which in it read,
"dear y/n,
Surprise, it's an act of service this time! you're so hardworking that you tire yourself out,, so i decided to do somethinf to lighten the load for you. Remember to take a break when you need it okay?
I also cooked dinner for you, it's your favourite :). They're in the fridge, please enjoy, it's not healthy to starve yourself.
Eternally yours,
Your secret admirer 💌"
you wanted to kill yourself.
your stalker is in fact, a stalker.
how did they get in your house?
how did they know your habits?
you didn't even bother eating the food in the fridge, letting it sit there as you spend the night searching for cameras in your house.
y/n:
hyeon,
they broke in
the mf that sent the letter broke in
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hyeon:
broke in?
how? didn't i told you to lock the doors and windows?
y/n:
idfk hyeon
they broke in and like
did my chores
and even cook dinner for me
saying its an act of service
hyeon:
are you safe?
y/n:
i dont know am i
i know this sounds weird af but im
not joking
i dont feel safe in my house rn
hyeon:
call the police.
y/n:
with what evidence
tell them that someone sent two envelope, broke into my bouse, did my chores and cooked a meal for me??
ill sound like a maniac
then they'll send me to a mental hospital
hyeon:
you'll never know unless you try,
y/n, this sound dangerous, your life could be on the line bere.
please just call the police and see if they can do anything about it.
do you still have that previous letter with you?
y/n:
yeah
hyeon:
show that to them, including the new one.
y/n:
ok
ill try
hyeon:
okay.
i wish i wasnt in russia right now.
im so sorry, please wait a bit more, ill come back soon.
update me whenever you can.
y/n:
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dont be sorry,
thank you.
you never had a peaceful sleep for the next few days, the only thing keeping you sane is messaging hyeon everyday.
you have been so worn out from what happened that night. you had gone to the police, but after they didnt found anything suspicious in your house besides the two letter, they then left and told you to contact them if anything happened.
useless. you texted to hyeon.
neither did the police nor you could find any hidden cameras around your house, but that didnt mean you were safe. they could missed them, or not search at the right place.
you were sitting on your couch, scrolling down your phone to distract what had happened. suddenly, someone knocked on your door.
you groaned, thinking it was your landlord, you got up, walked to your door and peek from the peephole. nobody was there.
you opened the door slowly, immediately notices the stench behind the door. sitting on the floor in the dark hallway were two boxes wrapped like gifts with a gold ribbon.
crimson liquid was seeping through the boxes, on top of one of the box was an envelope, the one you had received a few days prior.
you suppressed the urge to throw up as you felt your breath getting quicker and shallower. you opened your phone and called the police and messaged hyeon
y/n
hyeon
when the polices arrived, they opened the boxes and envelope. one of the polices seems panickes and quickly rushes to you bringing the envelope, making you read it.
"Dear y/n,
Two, the number of hands one would need to do a heart, i thought it would be romantic to give you two gifts. After all, what's Valentine's day without gifts?
I've seen the way those two treated you, i couldnt stand watching them mistreated you. How prideful that human trash must be to push all his mistakes onto you then punishes you? Just because he's a manager? You don't deserve that, dear, so, this is for you.
And that bastard landlord of yours, the way he stares at you and put his hand at you is so disgusting. If he's gonna look at you like that, he don't deserve his eyes. Just because he's your landlord, does not mean he can put his hand on you like that, so i cut them off.
i hope you enjoy the gifts, dear. I guess this can be considered to be acts of service too? I look foward to spending some quality time with you. I can't wait to finally have you in my arm.
ps. inside the hand of your manager is a necklace. <3
Eternally yours,
Your secret admirer 💌"
you glanced at the content of the boxes, puking at the side after seeing the blood hand of your manager and your landlord's head with his eyes gouge out.
you felt helpless.
you had nowhere to go.
you didnt wanna stay here anymore, you dont feel safe anywhere.
you just want to die.
as the police patting your backs and gives you a bottle of water, you receives a text message on his phone.
hyeon:
hey, i'm here now.
i'm sorry i couldn't reply to you earlier, i just arrived in south korea.
y/n:
hyeon thank god
please
can i stay at your place for a while
i cant stay here anymore
hyeon:
Of course, i'll pick you up.
when you finally met hyeon, you collapsed into the taller man's arm, letting the tears out you have been holding in as hyeon holds you close, embracing you in much needed warmth and comfort.
"here," hyeon placed down a plate of fried rice in front of you, coincidentally it being your favourite food but you dont have any appetite after what happened.
"i can tell you havent been eating well, it's all i have at the moment, but its better than nothing."
you appreciated him, but didnt wanna eat anything at the moment, the sight of your landlors was still fresh in your mind.
"thanks, but i feel really sick right now." you felt bad for putting hyeon through the trouble, only to turn it down in the end. "i'll heat it up and have it tomorrow."
"maybe you at least drink some water?"
"sure." Hyeon was already pouring a warm cup of water for you, you were glad you at least had hyeon to come to.
you two spent a while in an awkward silence, it was like hyeon would not ask what had happened until you were ready to talk about it yourself.
"do you have work later?" you asked to distract yourself.
No, hyeon had alarms around the house. He would be notified of any suspicious activities detected.
"no, my manager said he'll take care of it."
"oh.."
then the silence were back again, until hyeon opened his mouth.
"are you going to sleep now?"
"I.." you were sure you would not be able to sleep tonight, you do not know where that stalker was, what if they too breaks into hyeon's house? will you put him in danger as well?
Even so, you're still on edge.
"do you want to share a room?"
"what?"
"you don't have to sleep alone when i'm right here for you to cuddle with!"
you sighed, "hyeon-"
"no really, maybe im just overprotective but i really dont want to leave you alone. We can catch up on the past month, and maybe if i talk enough, it might put you to sleep?"
you cried into his arms for the second time that night.
you could not remember the last time you was help to sleep, you didnt think there was ever a time actually. when he slept besides hyeon, the latter would always wrap his body around you like a koala.
not that it surprised you, hyeon had always been handsy with you ever since the two was young, but only around him.
whenever they ate together, hyeon would reach his hand out to wipe a grain of rice or a drop of sauce off your face.
whenever they play fight, hyeon would always hug you as a way to "immobilize you". when hyeon suggested decorating the house for Valentine's day to take your mind off of things, he would hold your hand and guide you through tying ribbons and hanging decorations.
And when you still couldnt stop the anxiety from rising, hyeon would hold you so close, no matter what time it is, he would remind you to breathe, and prepare plastic bags for you in case you pukes.
Heck, he even made sure that you had fallen asleep first before he would.
you felt safe by hyeon's side.
On the morning of Valentine's day, hyeon was still asleep which was expected, he had waited for you to fall asleep the night before.
You carefully and quietly slipped out of hyeon's tight hold, and headed towards the washroom, you decided to clean hyeon's office then cook a meal for him.
walking toward hyeon's office, you noticed a few paperwork on his table. It seems like it was the paperwork hyeon's had been doing last evening.
His handwriting was exceptionally neat, it had been quite some time you last seen it, but you could remember envying the man for having such a neat writing.
you noticed a half opened file on the floor, you picked it up and read the content of the files out of curiousity
they were mostly a bunch of statistics and numbers, percentages and whatnot. you wanted to stop reading but you felt drawn in his handwriting. To you, it looked familiar, like you've seen it before.
you stared longer at the words until you realized,
realized why he found it familiar.
you flipped to the next page, why did hyeon have your landlord personal informations?
you felt arms hugging you from behind, "what are you doing, snooping around my work like that? what if it's confidential?'
you didnt answer.
"y/n?" hyeon seemed to noticed you tensing up, "sorry, did i scare you that badly? you just seemed so focused on those papers, i just had to-"
"Hyeon."
"Yeah?"
You didnt know what to say, you did not know what to ask. You didnt know how to ask him.
you wish you were just dreaming.
Because.. wasnt hyeon in russia all this time?
"y/n?"
Hyeon couldnt have been in south korea. He couldnt have went into your apartment. He couldnt have place those.. letters abd boxes in your apartment if he wasnt even in the same country as you
ah.
"y/n, are you okay?"
"hyein,, can i take a look at your passport?"
"my passport? why?"
"i just want to.. confirm something."
Hyeon looked at you for a while, before letting go of you "sure, let me go get it."
As he went back to his room, you held ontobthe table tightly to avoid collapsing.
its okay.
you just had to look into his passport, then you would realize how dumb you are to suspect hyeon, the person that sheltered you when you had nowhere to go. the man that's your childhood friend who would sacrifice anything for you-
Hyeon returned, with his passport in hand. "here you go." you were about to take the passport from hum until you saw it
or more like the lack of it.
instead of handing the passport to you normally, hyeon had flipped it to the latest page. Hyeon had supposedly flew to russia first of december last year.
The last time he travelled, according to the passport,
was back in june.
"you were wondering about this, werent you?" hyeon stepped closer towards you, "when did it click?"
"your handwriting you bastard."
"ah right, that was my mistake, but dont you think it took too long for you to notice?"
Hyeon took the papers one by one, putting them together neatly, as if he was having the most normal and mundane conversation.
As if he wasnt the one that sent you all of that letters.
As if he was not the one who broke into your apartment.
As if he didnt sent that severed head and hands to you..
"i guess i should expected that, after all, i'm never the one whom you'll ever have eyes for, am i?" he smiled bitterly.
"Hyeon.." you wanted to be proven wrong, you wanted to be wrong so bad.
you wanted to believe hyeon was not capable of this.
you wanted to believe him, your closest friend, would never do such thing.
instead, you received a hug that felt so cold.
you wanted to strangle hyeon so bad. you wanted to strangle yourself.
you just felt so weak.
as much as you wanted to avoid it, the clues were all right in front of you, mocking you.
there was no one in the world who had heard and appreciated your music, who observed and knew so much of your lifestyle and habits besides ivan.
when the puzzle started coming together, you could feel yourself falling apart.
"so y/n, please tell me:
what is your favourite love language?"
you just want to die.
[draft messages]
y/n:
thanks for taking me in
im glad i hv u in my lufe
you better not tell anyone i said this,
but i dont think theres anyone else i trust
anyone else more than you
thank you.
a/n: zzzzz goodnight (disappears)
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bitterbutblue · 3 months ago
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COUGH COUGH NEEDING IDEAS??
AM I SUMMONED???
anonymous letters from Robin. she never goes out of anonymous since she doesn’t do this often and doesn’t know how you would think.
then the next day she approaches you, asking about what secret letter you have in hand like she didn’t sneak those into your bag herself :3
Bonus if you tell her anonymous letters aren’t really your thing then just never read it LMFAO
Anyways just need to go back to doing work 🤧
~ 🍷
~ omg we're going back to the LOSER ROBIN AGENDA guys .. in my head the most loser coded IN SECRET is robin (mostly because i love her and im very much attracted to loser coded women even though i am one myself)
making this a high school/college au :] ~
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────
⤷ she thinks she's being soooo slick
⤷ robin is your typical popular girl- gorgeous looks and incredible smile and the kindest soul you've ever met. every guy thinks they have a chance with her, and she just laughs at them because we all know what she is
⤷ one day, she sits down next to you in the lecture hall for some fucking reason and you're just like. Okay? Um. Wow.
⤷ You did not focus that entire lecture btw u were focusing on trying to act normal and okay and totally not freaking out that your long term crush was sitting next to you in all her glory
⤷ that evening back at your dorm, you found an odd letter in your bag. no sender name, nothing. just a blank envelope.
⤷ lowkey creeped out so you threw it out
⤷the next day however...
You really didn't expect her to sit next to you again- you spent all of last night rationalising to yourself WHY she would choose to sit next to you of all people. The lecture hall had been quite full at that point, maybe that's why she sat next to you? Maybe her friends just didn't want to go to the 9am lecture, that also made sense. Yeah. That's probably why.
Throwing your bag down on the ground as you collapse into the uncomfortable lecture hall chairs, you sigh in exhaustion. These 9am lectures were really starting to get to you and you're struggling to keep your eyes open as you take a drink of your coffee.
"Hey."
You look up tiredly, only to widen your eyes in shock when you see Robin, once again, standing next to you.
"Can I sit here?"
She sounds awfully nervous, barely looking at you and you just nod in confusion and she smiles at you and you want to squeal. She sits down, body tense as she awkwardly pulls out her iPad and whatever else she needs for the lecture. You wonder why she's acting so off.
"Everything okay?"
Robin freezes, a light pink dusting her cheek as she nods awkwardly.
"Splendid. I mean- I meant great, who says splendid anymore... Jesus..."
You just eye her oddly as she turns redder, mumbling awkwardly to herself.
The entire lecture was the most awkward experience of your life. Robin would not stop side eyeing you and a part of you began to panic- did she find out about your crush on her? Is that why she's acting so weird around you? But why the fuck is she still sitting next to you then? Oh god, you need to avoid her forever from now on. The second the lecture ended, you ran out of that damned hall before Robin even had a chance to open her mouth, your bag already packed 5 minutes before the professor even ended. You missed the way she stares dejectedly at you, a crushed look in her eyes.
She thought you read her letter and hated her.
You thought she found out you were in love with her.
Robin refused for you to end things like that though. In the middle of the goddamn fucking night, as you were studying, a knock on your door.
"What the fuck..." You mumble tiredly, throwing down your pen and walking over to the door to check through the peephole whoever the fuck it would be bothering you at night "March, if it's you I-"
The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, throwing open the door frantically.
"Robin!?"
There she stood, eyes red from tears, sniffling as she hugs her jacket close to her body.
"What the fuck- it's almost 12am! What are you doing?"
"If you don't feel the same way, why don't you just tell me!"
"What??"
You take her hand, pulling you into her room and you miss the way her cheeks flush at the contact and her wings flutter slightly as you slam the door shut.
"What are you talking about?"
"If you don't like me that way, you should just tell me instead of hiding like a coward!" She sniffles
What.
You stare at her, eyes wide and mouth agape and in other circumstances, Robin would've probably laughed.
"What?"
"Don't act dense!"
"What are you talking about??"
Robin groans in frustration, angrily wiping her tears away.
"The letter!"
"Huh?"
"The- what? Did you not read it?" Robin's angry gaze falters when she takes in the full extent of your confusion, and you tilt your head to the side like a lost puppy.
"Wh- that was you??"
"You didn't READ IT?"
"Why would I read a letter addressed to no one."
You two just kind of stare at each other, uncomfortable silence filling the room as Robin begins to flush from embarrassment.
"Wait, so why were you acting weird when the lecture ended?"
Now it was your turn to flush from embarrassment.
"Don't change the subject! What was so important about that letter?"
"You're literally changing the subject as we speak- why were you acting so fucking weird?"
You cleared your throat, crossing your arms in frustration as you awkwardly stared to the side.
Fuck it.
"I thought you found out I had a crush on you and that's why you were acting so weird and awkward around me this morning I'm really sorry we never have to talk about this ever again." You say in one breath as you stare down at your shoes, mumbling quietly.
Silence. She's probably going to storm off any minute now, she'll tell everyone you're a weird lesbian freak, and-
You gasp when you feel a tug down on your collar, and before you know it she has her lips on yours and her hand on your cheek. You sort of just stand there at first, frozen and not knowing what to do.
"Oh no, was that too much? I'm sorry-"
"Huh..."
You just stare at her, dazed as you move your hand up to gently touch your lips and Robin practically melts on the spot.
"I like you too, you dumbass. You would've known if you didn't throw the letter away! Why would you throw a letter away, what if it was something important like-"
"Can you kiss me again?"
That managed to shut Robin up as she turns red again, a shy look forming on her face before stepping close to you, tiptoeing slightly as she places a hand on the back of your neck before kissing you softly and in that moment you really regretted throwing the stupid letter away- but hey, she's kissing you and you're smiling like a kid in a candy store. Can't complain.
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lost-in-fandoms · 26 days ago
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Winter warmers day 11: virginity. I went slightly off course, but technically not off-topic. 1.7k words, mostly sfw until the end.
5 times Max and Daniel take each other "virginity" + one time they actually do.
Neither of them really remembers how it had started, they just know it's an inside joke they can't, and don't want to, get rid of anymore.
Every time one of them is doing something new, they say they're losing their virginity. It's not funny, not really, but inside jokes don't really have to be.
It usually goes something like this.
1. "What do you mean you've never had tiramisu in Italy, Max?" Daniel asks, looking at Max as if he had just told him he had decided to stop driving and go sell stamps instead. "I am pretty sure they could revoke your right to race here, mate."
Max rolls his eyes, even if he can't really hold back a smile at Daniel's theatrics.
"I don't drive for Ferrari, Daniel, I don't have to do all the Italian things."
"No, but this is probably illegal or something. You can't keep living this life of crime, Maxy, I won't let you!"
Max rolls his eyes again, but doesn't argue when Daniel, still shaking his head in disbelief, grabs his phone to look up the nearest restaurant.
That evening, tucked away on a table for two in the back corner of a little restaurant, Daniel looks expectantly at Max while he takes his first bite of tiramisu.
"Well?" he asks, before Max has even finished swallowing, "happy to let go of you tiramisu virginity?"
"It is good," Max nods, smiling his squinty eyed smile and offering Daniel the second bite from his own fork. Daniel takes it without even thinking about it, closing his eyes to savor it better.
"Good virginity tiramisu," he agrees, making Max snort.
The finish the slice together, sharing the same fork.
2. "You've never gone rollerblading?"
Daniel remains on the floor, spread out over the yoga mat where Michael had left him after killing him during a training session, but he cracks open an eye, to see Max looming over him, sweaty t-shirt sticking to his skin.
"What?" he asks, lazily gesturing for his water bottle until Max hands it to him.
"You said, when Michael made that joke, before, that you have never gone rollerblading," Max explains, watching Daniel trying to figure out the logistics of drinking his water without having to sit up and without dumping it all over himself. "Is it true?"
"Yeah, mate." Daniel gives up on the effort, pushing up on one hand to be able to drink. "I have gone ice skating, though, so I guess it's the same."
Max frowns, crossing his arms just to immediately uncross them again grimacing when they stick together with sweat.
"It's not the same," he declares, walking towards the bench to grab his phone. "We are going to find a place and go rollerblading tomorrow. We are taking your rollerblading virginity."
Daniel flops back on the mat, giving Max a lazy thumbs up.
(Unsurprisingly, it turns out they are both really bad at rollerblading, even if Max claims he's been many times before. The fact that they spend half the time trying to make the other fall probably doesn't help.)
3. It's probably not very polite to sit in a strip club, low lights and beautiful women dancing on stage, and be unable to stop giggling, but in Max's defense, it had been Daniel's fault.
It had been a long weekend, a bad race, and Max had been very ready to leave everyone behind and go play fifa in the solitude of his hotel room when Daniel had stopped him, a determined look in his eyes and a smile on his lips that had immediately told Max he wanted to cause trouble.
"I'm going to take your strip club virginity, Maxy," Daniel had said. "Go change!"
And Max had gone.
It had been a bit weird at first, neither of them drunk enough to not find it slightly awkward, a simmering tension straining between them.
And then Daniel had pointed to a girl and had leaned over, whispering straight into Max's ear, causing a shiver to travel down his back.
"Doesn't she look a bit like Seb?" he had asked.
Max had been so surprised he hadn't been able to hide his surprised bark of laughter, which had caused Daniel to start laughing, which had made Max laugh harder.
Half an hour and one drink later, they were both sitting there, giggling every time they met each other's eye.
They had left the club two hours later, much drunker than when they had gone in, but Max didn't have any memories of the girls dancing. He remembered Daniel's smile though, bright under the flashing lights.
4. "What's this?"
Daniel blinks down at the bouquet of flowers Max is thrusting towards him, cheeks slightly red.
"I'm taking your flowers virginity," Max says, pushing them closer to Daniel's chest.
"Mate, I've had flowers before." Daniel still takes them, because Max is insistent and because they're pretty, but he raises a confused eyebrow at Max, frowning.
"You said," Max pauses, frowning too. His cheeks are redder now, Daniel notices distractedly.
"I said?" he encourages, not stopping himself from bowing his head, inhaling deeply. When he looks up again, Max is smiling slightly, eyes soft.
"You had PR flowers, yes? And for wins? You said nobody ever gave you flowers just because. In that interview."
Daniel blinks.
He had said that, yes, but it's news to him that Max watches the interviews they don't do together, especially ones that aren't f1 related.
"Uh," he says, very eloquently, looking down at the flowers again. His heart is beating a weird, stuttering rhythm he is set on ignoring.
"If you do not like them..." Max starts, and Daniel snaps his head up again, seeing how Max's expression has changed, doubt and regret seeping onto his face as he reaches for the flowers again, as if to take them back.
Daniel takes a step back, snatching them away.
"Nu-uh, they are my virginity just because flowers! You're not having them back!" he tells him, closing both hands around the stems.
Max looks stunned for a second, but then smiles again, eyes crinkling, and Daniel's heart does a weird swoopy thing he should probably bring up with his doctor.
Maybe he's allergic to these flowers.
5. "Max, open up," Daniel calls, knocking on Max's motorhome door, "I need to take your clothes virginity."
It's only after it's out of his mouth that he realises how the sentence could be interpreted, and he has to hope nobody of the people milling around are paying attention to him. By the looks some of them give him, he's not that lucky.
He's raising his hand to knock again when the door opens, and Daniel pushes inside without really waiting for Max to invite him in, wanting to get away from his own embarrassment.
"Hello Daniel," Max says, unfazed, stepping aside so they're not squished next to the door. "I am of course already wearing clothes."
"Can see that you are, mate!" Daniel replies, stepping further into the room and dropping his bag on the small couch. "But I brought you better ones!"
Max steps closer, looking over his shoulder as Daniel extracts a hoodie, a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his bag.
"Enchanté virginity, baby!" he says, gesturing towards the clothes with a flourish.
He knows, both because he knows Max and because Max told him, that Max won't wear them outside, but he had brought it up enough times for Daniel to understand that Max wanted them anyway. So he had picked out the most comfortable items of the collection, in the most muted Max-colors, and packed them away to offer them in private.
Max reaches for the hoodie first, picking it up and gently running his hand over the design on the front, before looking up and smiling at Daniel, stars in his eyes.
"This is very pretty, thank you Daniel."
And then, as if Daniel wasn't already melting a little, he pulls off his own sweater, tugging the new hoodie on in its place, emerging from the head hole with his hair all ruffled.
"Good virginity?" Daniel asks, voice coming out softer than he intended.
Max looks at him with happy eyes, nodding with enthusiasm.
"Very good. I love it, Daniel."
Daniel smiles, nodding too, not really sure on what to say.
"I'm glad you do," he settles on in the end, even if the words feel like they are the wrong shape in his mouth, different ones swirling in his brain.
+1 Daniel finds Max in the exact same position he had left him in when he comes back from the bathroom, condom disposed and wet towel in his hand.
He's laying on his back, come drying on his stomach, lovely pink flush still spread from his cheeks to his chest, eyes half closed and a blissed out expression.
He smiles at Daniel when he leans over him, cleaning him up gently, but doesn't make any move until Daniel is done, when he grabs his wrist and tugs, making him lose his balance.
Daniel falls back on the bed with a groan, letting Max move him around so that they're pressed together, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.
"On which side does this go?" Max asks, voice slightly hoarse, nosing along Daniel's neck, hands firmly wrapped around his waist.
"Hm?" Daniel tilts his head to the side when Max nips at his skin, too distracted to try and figure out what Max means.
"Which side. Of the list."
"List?"
Max pulls back just to roll his eyes at Daniel, as if he's the one being stupid and not Max being cryptic, before going back to his previous task.
"The virginity list, Daniel," he finally explains, words pressed right below Daniel's ear. "Guy virginity. Was this you taking mine or me taking yours?"
It makes Daniel laugh, the Max-ness of it. Wanting to keep count, even right after sex, even while looking like he might want to go for round two, if the way he's been pushing closer and closer to Daniel is any indication.
"We can count this as a tie, babe," he says, squeezing Max's hip.
Max hums, then nods, seemingly satisfied.
"Okay," he agrees. He pushes up on one elbow, smiling down at Daniel. "I guess I will take your rimming virginity then."
And if Max is so set on getting one more point on the virginity list (which Daniel didn't even know they had), Daniel is very glad to let him have this one.
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divine-crows · 3 months ago
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✨️10 Things I always Include in My New Grimoire/Book Of Shadows✨️
I'm getting to the end of my second grimoire (prior to this I'd have random stuff in school notebooks that I unfortunately don't have anymore) so I thought it'd be fitting to talk about the stuff I benefited from copying over into my second Grimoire along with what I will most likely put into my third Grimoire.
Please Note: for my journey a Grimoire is the most fitting way for me to describe my preferred method of transcribing what I learn. As a result I will be referring to a Grimoire the whole time but this knowledge can be generally applied to other witchy books meant to hold knowledge.
To help with dictinctions:
Anything with an asterisk* indicates I regretted not including it before
Anything without is stuff I've included and benefitted from having on hand
1. The Elements and Their Correspondences
What I Include in this entry:
- A page dedicated to each element
- Tarot Card, Astrological sign, Color, Crystal, and Herb correspondes (condensed down to crystals and herbs I'm guaranteed to use)
- a vague list with ideas on what this element embodies vibe wise (for example: Earth can represent success, stability or fertility)
- A page dedicated to ideas on how I can work with each element
- how to invoke and banish an element with a pentacle
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
It makes for a very useful reference point when doing spellwork. I can easily see if I can use elemental symbolism and how I can incorporate it.
It also can be nice to reference if I'm celebrating a holiday that embodies the energy of a specific element. I can reference the page for ideas on herbs to use while cooking, colors I can incorporate, etc.
2. Moon Phases, Time, and Seasonal Correspondences
What I include in this Entry:
- a drawing of each moon phase along with about three adjectives to describe the phase
- lists of associations for each time of day
- a chart of the cardinal directions and which season and element corresponds with each one
Why I find this Entry Useful:
It might sound weird that I have all of this stuff condensed down into one entry but hear me out: it's so much nicer to plan rituals and spellwork when all you have to do is look through two pages??? Especially if your first grimoire has all of these entries in more detail (which I heavily reccomend so all of the knowledge is still recorded somewhere), it's nice to know you can easily access the basics without reading every little detail, and then you can always go back to your old grimoire when you need to access more information on the topic.
3. Cartomancy/Tarot
What I Include in this Entry:
- very brief definition of Major Arcana, Minor Arcana, and Court Cards
- elemental correspondences of minor arcana plus what they symbolize
- what each court card symbolizes
- a numerology "cheat sheet"
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
This is one of those things that will not be helpful for everyone but since I practice tarot frequently it's perfect for me. Even if you're not a big tarot person I at least reccomend you pick something you do a lot and create a condensed version for you to review when you need it!
4. The Witches Compass/Opening and Closing Circles
What I Include in this Entry:
- a brief explanation on why you'd use one
- a step by step guide on how you would open and close one
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
Even though I don't always utilize the Witches' Compass or a standard magic circle, I like to have a condensed form written in case I need to perform a ritual but don't have the space to lug around multiple books.
5. Alters, Shrines, and Temples
What I Include in This Entry:
- Definitions of each word
- a list of examples of types of alters
- a general run-down on what typically goes on an altar
- ideas on how to decorate an altar
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
I actually don't have an altar space currently, but I do find it useful to have inspiration on hand in case I need it. I also just find it useful to have the distinctions on hand in case I'm cross referencing my research.
6. Warding and Defensive Magic*
What I Include in this Entry:
- a list of types of wards with minor guidance on how to use them if I don't use them often
- ways I can use defensive magic if things go wrong
-When to ward/When not to ward a space
- a page dedicated to the Witches Ladder, how to make one, and I typically include one of my own spells with it.
- a page dedicated to a basic house protection spell
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
This is one of the topics I didn't copy over into my current Grimoire but really regret not doing. Since I like to dabble in Astral travel and a huge part of my practice is working with the in between this knowledge is nice to have on hand.
I'm personally of the school of thought that you don't need to ward everything at all times, however if you're like me and you do a warding spell every once in a while and then you forget how to do it... yeah might be nice to just always have it freshly recorded so you're not rifling through all of your stuff.
7. Magical Excersizes from Books, Media, Etc.
What I Include In This Entry:
- the source I got the excersize from
- what the goal of the excersize is
- a step-by-step rundown
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
It's especially nice when you're dealing with burnout or a mental block. It's also oddly refreshing to occasionally do one.
Now, I wouldn't reccomend having every magical exercise you've ever done in your new Grimoire, but I usually pick three or four that I really like and write them down.
8. About Me Page*
What I Include In This Entry:
- Deities I mainly Venerate
- What magical "paths" or ways of life I tend to follow
- How I feel about my practice (Do I need to improve in some areas? Do I feel lost? Etc.)
- Things I want to explore more or do more
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
This is another entry I seriously regret not including more. With my first Grimoire (that I didn't lose) it served as a good spot to check in order to see my growth, look for anything I hadn't learned yet but wanted to learn, and it served as a nice sentimental peice to look back on.
Some may not benefit from having an entry like this, but others may find they'll benefit from it like I do!
9. A Basic Guide on Fae Species (or other entities depending on your practice)
What I Include in this Entry:
- I usually pick about 8-10 Fae to make an entry on and I try to keep it in a broad, diverse range.
- A picture depicting each thing
- Name of species
- Anecdotes on their temperament, how you can avoid pissing them off, etc.
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
As a Celtic Pagan it feels right for me to have an entry that includes the Fae even though I avoid interacting with them when possible. I've also generally had a sort of fixation on the Fae and their way of life since I was young so it's a little something that speaks to my heart and my passions as well.
If you want to look at this more practically, having a guide of common entities can be good in case you encounter one that way you have a sort of code of conduct written down.
10. List of Herbs I Commonly Use and their Correspondences
What I Include in this Entry:
- Household herbs I can easily find in the pantry
- items I can easily forage and use from outside
Why I Find this Entry Useful:
My first ever list of herbs was basically every Herb under the sun and how I could use it. Did I use any of those herbs? Heck no! Now I keep a small, condensed list of stuff I actually use and have easy access to and if I use anything I'm not used to that's when I reference my giant list.
Not all of these topics may personally speak to you, but I hope that at least some of them could help you decide what you'd like to include in your own books!
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thebirdsareafterme · 3 months ago
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maxiel, galex, scaniel, brocedes!
OOOH OK I am ready.
Maxiel: makes sense, compels the FUCK out of me
I genuinely don’t think there’s been a ship that has compelled me like Maxiel. They make me so insane and I’ve spent the last 8 months of my life going up and down all 200ish AO3 pages in the tag like some kind of deranged possum, searching for more Maxiel content. They just make so much sense in my mind. You have Max, who has been taught his entire life that his only purpose in life is to win races, who is this angry, strung up little kid when he first joins F1…and then he meets Daniel, who is so kind and charismatic and has always been taught to enjoy the moment and the process of it all and just treats him with so much love even when he’s not winning or when he’s getting criticized by the media…and Max finally learns how to enjoy life outside of racing for the first time. Even outside of the general RPF scene of it all, the absolute pivotal Maxiel moments are so important and have so much significance in the grand scheme of the sport. Daniel leaving Red Bull because of Max (to an extent) which then caused a ripple effect on a whole bunch of people’s careers and ultimately led to the Horrors that we are currently living through, but at the end of the day, it’s about “If it can’t be me, I’m glad it’s him” and that fastest lap into “Thank you, Daniel.” Yeah, I could talk about them for DAYS if given the chance.
Galex: makes sense, compels me
They’re everythingggg to me. I love the childhood friends to lovers thing they have going on. The Galex lore is so interesting, like the throat infection incident, the collarbone biking accident, the whole thing about George being Alex’s hype man/personal photographer as a kid… underrated ship fr. They have the best chemistry and their sense of humour actually work so well together, and I NEED more content from them. I also CANNOT ship either of them with anyone else because it just does! Not! Work! In my head. They are each other’s ride or die and I love that for them.
Scaniel: makes sense, does not compel me
I love their friendship a lot and I think they have so much weird gay energy between them, but unfortunately my day one Daniel ship is still Maxiel. I think Scaniel has potential for growth, but unfortunately they do kinda give off besties to me. I will admit they have had some good, shippable moments, but Scotty just feels like a straight man in my mind. I think it’s just the DR effect (every man within a 5 mile radius falls in love with him) that drives this ship forward tbh.
Brocedes: makes sense, compels me A LOT
THIS is THE SHIP of all ships. The lore goes so hard and it’s so devastating to me. I’m a sucker for a good childhood friends to lovers to enemies storyline, so they are right up my alley. It’s just the most insane story that when I tried explaining it to my casual F1 fan friend, they asked me if it was from a movie and I was like NO! This is irl!!! The way that they have a 6 hour, 3 part YouTube docuseries about their relationship is crazy. No other ship has as much angst as them, and no one will ever come close to being them. It’s the way that they fundamentally are a part of each other’s careers and that you cannot mention one without the other, it’s the way that Nico talks about that era of his life and how he could only stomach their childhood favourite cereal on the weekend before cinching the championship, how he ruined his body and soul to beat Lewis and how his retirement changed Lewis’ whole outlook on the sport!!! And through it all, there is an awkward third-wheel in the form of either Daniel Ricciardo or Sebastian Vettel just smiling through the most disgusting vibes a room could ever have, which, in my opinion, adds to the whole drama of the ship. This ship has so much narrative and character and it is so so devastating to think about, I need to see or make a Brocedes movie before I die.
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iloveyanderes · 3 months ago
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EVEN MORE YANDERE/SAGAU IDEAS!!!!!!!!!!! WITH A LITTLE LESS YANDERE ON THE SIDE😉 BECAUSE I FORGOT TO INCORPORATE IT BETTER
1.A girl gets isekai’d after a boy she’d bullied had enough and killed her. She woke up in the body of a really kind girl in genshin that everyone is obsessed with, she decided to pretend to be this girl as a means of survival, as these people would most likely kill her if they found out she wasn’t that kind little girl. Along the way She met a boy who ended up being her first true friend, making her realize what she has done and wrong giving her the courage to want to change. Just when she got better leading to the path of redemption the boy was found dead completely crushing any type of kindness in her heart, she realized all the genshin characters had killed him so she vowed to kill them all but not before ruining all of there lives first(I actually attempted to write this a long time ago on wattpad but it never went into fruition, so this might seem familiar)
2.Small sagau idea but it goes like this: girl has golden blood for a completely different reason then the sagau idea, ends up in genshin and everyone mistakes her for the creator and she's freaking out trying to convince everyone she's not the creator
3.Genshin impact x Ichigo from tokyo mew mew reader. With your transformation, cat ears and tail, and the actual ability to turn into a cat everyone is trying to get a reaction out of you(look online and you’ll understand why) I'd imagine yae would take advantage of it with the whole gorou situation as proof. Also there is no way inazuma doesn’t have a bunch of light novels or manga on magical girls
4.Dragon reader vs bird reader. You’ll get no further explanation
5.Sagau idea where instead of the reader being the creator they are a holy saint/saintness who's supposed to represent the creator as their prophet who will feel nothing but utter devotion when they see the creator. However on the day that you prophesied the creator would descend something goes wrong, when you lay your eyes on them the only thing you feel is fear and disgust. It’s immediately prevalent that This is not the creator but a demon, everyone else believes this to be the creator however so you can’t really do anything without the fear of being killed or worse, so you resolve to find the true creator while pretending to still love this demon. Meanwhile the demon is someone who always believed themselves to be better then the creator, they’re jealousy blinded them until it turned into envy where they wanted to be the creator. Quite literally trapping them down in hell when they were supposed to descend and taking their place. Since they want to be the creator that meant they had to be loved by everyone including you-especially you. The saintness meant to serve the creator and adore they’re every movement, so they casted a charm spell that seemed to work on everyone-except for you. It doesn’t matter they’ll do anything to get your love- because it belongs to them not that creator-they deserve that destiny
6. Not a genshin nor sagau thingy but what if a genshin archon reader accidentally falls asleep(can be any element you want but I chosen dendro for this) and wakes up thousands of years later where teyvat has become nothing but an empty shell, eventually you get picked up by the astral express after wandering the empty planet. you adventure all the new worlds, help the trailblazer while ignoring their weirdness, and find a way to mourn all your lost comrades. It’s discovered that elemental energy had mixed and muddled with each other eventually forming into something more murky and hallow which made the Aeons, you discover this when they start to hunt you down as there obsessed with you and the idea that your the last ‘pure’ being in the universe, something they want to obtain.
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putaposyinyourhair · 2 years ago
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noah diaz x mirage (cause i love them, your honor)
warnings: none except that it’s a little angsty and noah’s got a lot of feelings and he throws around some f-bombs
just a little angst-to-fluff reunion between the boyz
A static crackling fills the air for a moment.
“Yo, Sonic?”
Noah sighs softly as the incandescent lighting above flickers, carefully setting down his soldering gun before he reaches across the work table to grab the walkie-talkie.
“What’s goin’ on, Tails?”
One of the alley cats that usually hangs outside between the garage and the next building makes a noise that’s halfway between a hiss and a yowl, and when Noah looks over to the open window, his brows arch as he realizes it’s dark out already.
“Any sign of Knuckles?”
Noah frowns, pulling his gaze away from the window and over to the empty spot in the corner of the garage— the spot with the motor oil stain on the ground that Noah can never bring himself to clean up.
Even though it’s definitely high time. It’s been months.
He huffs out a soft breath of air, mentally cycling through the answers that are starting to feel almost programmed by this point.
Kris, he ain’t coming back.
Kris, he’s gone, man.
Kris, stop asking me shit I don’t have the answers to, dude.
Instead he goes with something a little more sensitive.
“Negative.”
Kris sighs loudly over the air and Noah almost smiles. Kris gets increasingly more frustrated the more he asks about it. But every couple of days, without fail, he asks.
And every time he does Noah has to look over at that spot of engine oil on the ground and feel his chest do a weird twisting thing that he really doesn’t like.
“Ma wants to know if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.”
Noah rips his gaze away from the empty corner and glances down at his watch.
Fuck, it’s late.
And he had promised to be there for dinner.
“Yeah, I’ma be there.”
He gets up, gathers the things he doesn’t like to leave in the garage overnight— his more expensive tools and some of the gadgets he’s working on fixing for people— into a cardboard box. He tosses the walkie-talkie into his backpack and throws it over one shoulder before he pulls his keys from one of the drawers and starts heading for the door. He’s almost there when the alley cat outside yowls again.
Noah pauses, the sound reminding him to shut the window before he goes.
He crosses the garage, picking up the pencil he’d forgotten behind on the table as he goes. He shoves the yellow No. 2 pencil between his lips and balances the box in his hands with one hand so he can reach up to shut the window and lock it. He sees a dark little shadow scurrying back and forth down in the alley and rolls his eyes as he turns to head for the exit.
Crazy fuckin’ fur ball.
He steps outside then sets the box down right next to him so he can lock up after himself, still rolling the pencil between his lips and digging his top teeth into the shaft, making little indents as he hums softly— probably some tune he’d heard on the radio earlier.
When the door is locked, he shoves the keys into his pocket and turns, bending slightly at the waist so he can reach down and pick up his cardboard box. Only, he stops short— still kind of bent over— when he’s suddenly swathed in a beam of light and he realizes there’s a car parked not four feet from both him and the garage’s doors. Which is strange because almost everyone in the neighborhood knows Noah’s garage has got those old-fashioned swinging doors instead of the sliding ones.
Noah straightens and shields his eyes from the bright headlights keeping him from being able to see if he can recognize the car.
What kind of fucking dumbass leaves his car parked halfway into the street anyway?
The headlights blink off, almost as quickly as they’d come on, and it takes Noah’s eyes a second to adjust.
Wait…
He knows that car. He knows that silver paint and he knows those blue stripes.
That’s not a car at all.
“Miss me, baby boy?” a sly voice rings out from inside the cabin after a brief crackle of radio static.
Noah’s lips part in surprise and the pencil drops silently to the ground, rolling away a few feet before coming to a slow stop.
“Mirage—” Noah gasps out softly, utterly stunned. “You’re…”
He trails off, not sure what to say.
Last time he’d seen the autobot, Mirage had been deathly silent, still stuck in the form of the suit of armor he’d transformed himself into in order to protect Noah during the battle in Peru.
Now?
Now the cybertronian looks completely restored. Shiny and sleek, sporting a fresh coat of paint and looking exactly like he did the first time they’d met— when Noah had tried to boost him from that garage.
“Here? Back for my boy? The sexiest bot on the block?” Mirage lists off and before Noah can even think to reply, the mech goes on. “Yes to all but especially that last one.”
And Noah, he’s not usually the type of person to give into his emotions so quickly— being ex-military, it was just kind of always ingrained into him to shove emotions aside and focus on the task at hand— but something about seeing Mirage again, hearing the bot speak in that energetic little drawl of his, it does something to Noah.
His chest does that twisting motion again.
But it doesn’t necessarily feel like a bad thing this time around.
“Fuck, man,” the words are exhaled shakily. “I…”
Noah’s not sure why his thighs are suddenly feeling kind of numb or why his knees are threatening to buckle but they must be doing some kind of trembling because Mirage takes note.
“Whoa, hey,” the words ring out clearly from the radio as the mech’s altmode inches forward so the Porsche’s front bumper can steady Noah’s unstable legs. “Didn’t think I’d have you swooning over me this fast.”
Noah is still in a well enough frame of mind that the joke registers and he puffs out a short breathy laugh even as he reaches out to place both hands on the warm surface of Mirage’s hood, to not only help stabilize himself but also to kind of prove to himself that this is real, that it’s really happening.
That Mirage is back.
That Mirage hadn’t just forgotten about him.
That the last time he’d seen Mirage get taken away by Arcee and Bumblebee hadn’t been the last time he’d ever see his friend.
That Optimus Prime’s parting words weren’t true.
“Optimus, please,” Noah begs, completely unashamed, his eyes full of tears as Bumblebee carries Mirage away, followed by a sullen Arcee who keeps glancing over her shoulderpad at Noah. “Please, just let me try, man! I can fix him.”
“I am sorry, Noah,” the gruff leader of the autobots tells him, a new sympathy that hadn’t been there in any previous words spoken between them present in the tone of his voice. “But Mirage is in a state you cannot help him out of.”
“I can try!” Noah argues, stomping his foot like a child as the speed of his beating heart continually increases the further Mirage is carried away from him— it kind of feels like the organ is trying to rip itself out of his chest, almost as if he’s going to have a panic attack. “Man, please—! Please, let me help him. I… I owe him that much.”
“You have my gratitude for all you have done to aid us, Noah,” Optimus tells him with an air of finality that clearly means none of this was ever up for any debate. “Primus willing, we will not meet again.”
Noah shakes his head violently, wishing he could physically beat the memory away with a baseball bat.
Mirage’s radio emits a quiet, inquisitive whizzing sound.
Noah’s entire body shudders in response.
“Shit, I missed you, man,” he confesses finally, as Mirage’s engine purrs underneath the palms of his hands. “I thought… fuck.”
He’d thought he wasn’t ever going to see Mirage again.
He’d thought Mirage was dead.
He’d thought…
The Porsche’s driver-side door swings open with a soft click.
“Wanna ride?”
Noah honestly doesn’t think he’ll ever say no to that question.
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CLOUD STRIFE: Most uncomfortably relatable protagonist of all time. Impressively apocalyptic autism. I need him crushed into a fine powder and baked into a disney princess themed birthday cake.
BARRET WALLACE: He deserves so much better. Just, in general. Why did they do that to his character in Advent Children (rhetorical question; we all know the answer.). Actually I think we should just get rid of all of SE's intellectual properties and just have Only Barret.
TIFA LOCKHART: Oh my god. If I had known about Tifa Lockhart as a highly impressionable 5 year old, I would have grown up to be cisgender. I'm gonna leave that one up to interpretation.
AERITH GAINSBOROUGH: Weird girl. Incomprehensible girl. Unnerving girl. Girl who makes you want to become a girl. Girl who I love dearly forever. Aerith is love, Aerith is life.
RED XIII: Lowkey the saddest character in the game. He's just a lonely child, he's already had everything taken from him, he's trying so hard to hold it together. Hang in there Nanaki :(
YUFFIE KISARAGI: I like how they handled her in FF7R, bridging the gap between two very different audience's impressions of her. Boy is she disruptive in some of Rebirth's scenes though. Super curious how part 3 and the Wutai war thing will go down.
CAIT SITH: Middle aged businessman's gambling-addicted fursona by proxy is hands down the funniest concept for a JRPG party member. I want to love him so bad, but I can't take him seriously for the life of me because every scene he shows up in suffers from severe mood whiplash.
VINCENT VALENTINE: I see the appeal. I'm admittedly less invested in the vampiric sexy snatched-waist, and more in the technologically-hamfisted out-of-touch grandpa aspect of his character.
CID HIGHWIND: This man is NOT 32 years old. His asshole-ishness and cartoonishly vulgar dialogue is very important to me and I hope they don't water him down too severely in part 3. ESRB please, please let him say Fuck just once. please
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