#anyway cold do w the company <3

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

anyone wanna send some asks/anons??

[sanemistar]

hii (ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

i see that your reqs are open again! if you can, can you do a fic where geto has been hiding his feelings yn for a while and he while hes alone w her, he cant hold it in anymore

smth like one day all of the friends r busy ( gojo, nanami, & shoko ) and only geto and yn r free at the moment and geto comes over to her shared apartment with that yn and shoko share nd he finds her doing skin care and self care things so he joins in, and when hes alone w her his butterflies in his stomach are going crazy and so is his heart, and as shes applying his face mask, close face to face, hes gazing at her in the eyes and he cant seem to hold back his feelings anymore, so he pushes her back, holding her arms, ears red and just admits everything.

hope this isnt too much !♡︎

can’t hold back | suguru geto

୨୧ pairing: suguru x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ wc: 0.8k+

୨୧ warning: suguru may be a bit ooc

୨୧ a/n: lovesick suguru is definitely something omg !! i hope you enjoy reading <3

it’s your day off after a long week of work, so you plan to hang out with your best friends because you haven’t seen them in a while due to your busy schedule. you text them in your group chat, but they all say they’re busy except for suguru, who happens to have some free time and is nearby. you ask him privately to come over and hang out with you at your shared apartment with shoko to keep you company while she’s out, to which he agrees.

you decide to do some skincare while you’re waiting for suguru to come over, so you put on your favorite mask and play some soft music. a little while later you hear a loud ring coming from your front door, signaling suguru’s arrival. you quickly get there and open the door and happily greet him as you invite him to come in.

“enjoying yourself, huh? let me join you.” suguru asks, which of course, you gladly agree to. you guide him through the apartment until you reach your room, and the moment the door opens he’s instantly greeted with your scent that feels like a warm hug on a cold night. you sit on the edge of your soft bed and pat on the empty space next to you, waiting for suguru to join you. he’s hesitant to step any closer, wondering how can you be so defenseless around him this easily? but then decides to join in anyways.

the moment he realizes he’s completely alone with you, in your room at that, butterflies begin to form inside his stomach and his heart starts racing. but he keeps his composure and remains calm, though he’s not entirely sure how much longer can he hold himself back.

“i’m gonna apply this mask for you, it’s really good! it’ll make your skin look glowy and healthy.” you enthusiastically inform suguru. he’s not really into skincare or anything of that sort, he couldn’t care less about what this mask does. he just loves it when your eyes light up and you beam brightly whenever you talk about something you enjoy, he can never get tired of it.

you lean in to apply the mask for him, and your eyes are instantly locked in a long gaze. your faces are so dangerously close that your hot breath is fanning all over his face and your lips are only inches away from a kiss, causing his skin to slightly tingle in both excitement and nervousness. this new sensation sets his heart on fire, and it’s becoming so overwhelming. he doesn’t think his heart can handle it anymore, like it’s about to burst out of his chest. he can’t help but wonder if you’re also feeling the same way, or is it just him?

you’re done applying it, yet your eyes never dare to look away, as if you’re caught in a trance. you both stay like that for who knows how long before suguru pushes you back, his hands tightly holding your arms. he’s reached his limit, he can’t hold back any longer.

“y/n… are you deliberately tempting me or what? looking at me with those eyes with your face so dangerously close. i’m losing my mind here.” you? tempting him? what is even talking about? you’re completely oblivious to what’s going on, and suguru quickly catches onto that. of course you just have to be oblivious, which adds more to his suffering.

he lets a big sigh escape his lips, and he lets go of you. but his gaze is still onto you, you notice that his ears are turning bright red.

“i just can’t hold back anymore, i don’t think we can be friends anymore. i’m in love with you, i’ve been feeling this way for a long time now.” suguru’s sudden confession takes you by surprise, not only because you’re trying to process the fact that THE suguru geto has just confessed that he likes you, but also because you can’t believe that your crush on him has been mutual all along. you begin to connect the dots and now everything makes sense. how he used to push other guys away from you, how overprotective he is of you, how sulky he feels when you hang out with satoru and kento without him.

you start giggling all of a sudden, and it slightly startles suguru. but before he gets a chance to say anything, you pull him in a hug. arms wrapped around his neck as your fingers play with the jet black locks of his hair. it doesn’t take him long before he wraps his arms firmly around your waist.

“i love you too, suguru.” you whisper softly against his ear, sending shivers all over his spine. the moment he’s been dreaming of is no longer just a dream, but a beautiful reality. suguru pulls away from the hug and lets his hand find a home on your soft cheeks as he leans in for a deep kiss. you smile against his lips as you kiss him back, letting yourself melt in the sweet sensation.

[maopll]

Hiya! Hope I'm not bothering you! I'd like to go by 🪼 anon please.

Could I... request headcanons of Diluc, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe, Itto and Kaveh with a quiet s/o telling them, in a loving tone, how much she loves them for the first time?

For eternities I shall love you

| genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: class is going on and I'm in no mood to deal with that gradient bs. have this I wrote in whatever time I had. anyways I love puppy crushes or love at first sight <3 kavehs a bit long...I've got things to say...

⌗:, warning: none

⌗:, pairings: diluc, zhongli, thoma, childe, itto & kaveh w/ gn!reader (separately)

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . ✧ ˚ 　· 　　

,,you and this man had been seeing eachother for a long time and surely enough you developed feelings for him. gathering courage enough for a person as quite as yourself you finally told him how much you love him...

DILUC

He felt as if everything around you two stopped. no longer were the winds blowing, neither were the serene lulls of the crickets chirping could he be heard. you poured your heartfelt affection into what you said. it was true. you loved him a lot and want to stay with him for the rest of your life. you were scared that he might reject you but the feelings these days were too much to bear. so you told him. he was having such rapid heartbeats that he thought he would just have an heartattack. his face turned the colour of his hair and you thought he caught a fever or something. he cleared his throat and covered his mouth as he spoke the same to you in a gentle tone, very rarely heard of by others. but it was a familiar tone to you, he had been more gentle, more loving around you than anyone else. he found solace with your company. he felt like he could breath again, shoveling the idea of eliminating the abyss and fatui. all are gone. his mind would as clear as daylight whenever with you. So...how can he let this opportunity slip by? so he accepted your proposal and sealed it with a kiss befitting a gentleman such as himself.

ZHONGLI

He was a god of contracts with a heart skin to stone cold feelings. Love, warmth, joy, were all devoid. only the thrill of war and emotions alike were felt by him. but he has found a piece of emotions which defines his human self best. adoration for you. as he found himself under the moonlit night near the waterbody of nantianmen. He listened intently, the way you spoke those words and he even observed how your lips slowly curled and there were blooms in your cheeks. you spoke in the the most loving tone how much you loved him. serenity of the surroundings were perfectly synced with your sudden proposal. perhaps you thought of it beforehand? nevertheless how can he reject such a heartfelt affection to Zhongli and a unadulterated devotion to Morax? he accepted your affection for him and he will accept those throughout eternities.

THOMA

Fell in love with you at first sight when you were in dire need of help with taking some stuff to your house. you looked so lovely in that yukata you were wearing. he has served the kamisatos for many years and he vowed to always show his unshakable service to them. though he would wish that he himself had s lover of his own, he would soon push those thoughts away as he would be reminded of the work that needed to be taken care of the next day. but did he hear you right? did you just confess to him or is it another one of those dreams where you and him were living happily? nope it's definitely reality where you had this sickeningly sweet tone telling him how much you love him. he smiled so brightly and hugged you as close as he could. he loved you so much and he had been waiting for this moment ever since he was a teenager having wild dreams. so dreams do become reality huh?

CHILDE

He was a fighter who swore his loyalty to the Tsaritsa and his nation. he had only one family to love and thought that there would be no one who would be able to win his affection. he is a harbinger who lives off of fighting. so how did he find such an angel as sweet as yourself telling him in the most pure voice how much you love him? he is a harbinger and you must be in the right mind to actually fall for him. at first he thought it was a farce and you were just trying to entertain him but a part of him also told him to accept it. there's no way you would lie after you found your true feelings for him. you seemed determined to have him fall in love with you and date you. he may seem crazy because be accepted your request only because he wants you for himself only but he also cares for you deeply. he squeeled like a two year old and had this huge shit earing grin on his face as he happily told you "I love you too!"

ITTO

Nobody liked him. only grandma oni and his gang members could tolerate his behaviour of a three year old. even he realises how much of an annoyance he could be to other people but you, you were different. you loved his outgoing personality. he was a literal ball of sunshine. so you told him in the most normal yet sugary tone how much you loved him. it was your first time confessing and his first time hearing a confession. he felt overwhelmed with emotions as he finally found someone who loves him for who he is. but he needs to show how strong he is to you. he can't have himself crying but...he was litreally crying tears of joy. he had loved you so much and hearing that you love him equally sounds surreal. he only had daydreams of you telling him that you love him but it's true! you do actually love him! he thinks he will melt away because of how warm he feels after your proposal. he likes you so so much that he is ready to fight the world.

KAVEH

He knows of his ups and downs. even if he is a genius and liked by some women throughout sumeru, but some still back away thinking that he is a broke yet genius architect. he always feels envious of his roommate, who is good from all sides. but when you two started interacting more because of both your research works, he wanted to have you all to himself. he didn't want you talking with alhaitham and then contemplating the worth both your and kaveh's friendship, but you never looked at alhaitham differently. Instead, you always had feelings for kaveh. you loved him for his kindness towards the people of sumeru and his passion towards his works. and now here you were. near Chatrakam cave, telling him in a saccharine voice how much you love him. he didn't hesitate. all he needed to confirm his feelings for you were just simple "I love you"s, and he is now tackling to the ground, saying that he has been waiting for so long. he looked like a high schooler but with the body of an adult with the way he was acting, and you just adored it when he does this. he peppered your faces with kisses, and he had this noticeable huge blush on his cheeks evident of the way he was feeling right now. he loves you to the moon and back <3

[surftrips]

bad habit

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: y/n finds out rafe cameron had a crush on her. is it too late for them to pursue their feelings?

word count: 1153

a/n: i had so much fun writing this! inspired by one of my fav songs, "bad habit" by steve lacy. hope you enjoy <3

It was summer break. You, along with the Pogues and various other company from the island (Rafe and his friends) had decided to take a trip to a nice resort for the week.

At the end of another long day spent lounging on the beach, the group was gathered around a fire on the hotel rooftop, debriefing the day's events.

"Oh my god, did you see Sam and Jenna? They were totally flirting with each other!" Sarah brought up.

"Okay, I am SO glad you brought that up. I thought I was the only one that noticed," Cleo said.

"Wait, they're not already dating?" JJ asked.

"Babe— they're dating other people," Kie told him.

"W-what? That makes no sense-" A wave of realization hit JJ. "Oh... ohhhhh..."

The group laughed.

"But isn't that crazy? That you thought they were already dating but they're both in separate relationships already?" Pope said.

"Right?" you responded. "I mean, how hard is it to lay off when you find out someone's already taken?"

"No yeah, when I heard Y/N had a boyfriend, I backed off," Rafe said.

You nearly choked on your drink, but tried to compose yourself. Did you just hear him correctly?

"Wait, what?" you asked, turning toward him.

"Well, uhhh, how do I put this?" He took another sip of his drink, for liquid courage you presumed. "When I first met you, I kinda had a crush on you but you were dating that guy at the time so I never said anything."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah... but it didn't matter anyway. You made it very clear you didn't like me."

That's not true. You almost blurted out.

Instead, you tried to change the conversation back to Sam and Jenna, willing everyone else in the group to follow you.

"Yeah, I saw him check her into his hotel room, wonder what that's about," you said, trying your best to look unfazed by Rafe's confession.

"Oh, I think we know...." Topper was saying, but you were already zoning out.

—

As the night came to a close, people began heading back up to their rooms.

You picked up a few cans on the ground and made your way to the elevators.

"Hey, Y/N. Wait up," Rafe sped up to catch up with you. "Can I walk you back to your room?"

You couldn't talk to him, not right now. You needed at least 24 hours to process what he had just told you. It may not have been a big deal to him, but it was to you.

"Oh, you know I'm really tired so I was just gonna go to sleep," you said.

"That's alright, I just wanted to talk to you on the way down. If that's okay with you."

God, you were never able to say no to him.

"Yeah, sure," you gave in.

At the elevator doors, you clicked the down arrow. It seemed as though they were taking longer than usual to come.

Rafe looked down at his watch, "It's nearly 1 am, they can't be busy on other floors."

"Guess we're stuck here," you tried to relieve some of the tension in the air.

Luckily, at that moment a door opened up and the two of you stepped inside.

"Thank god it came, it was getting cold up there," Rafe commented.

You knew he was just trying to fill the awkward silence, but you'd rather he get straight to the point.

When the doors opened on your floor and you stepped out, you asked him, "So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"

He seemed taken aback at your straightforwardness for a second, but quickly answered, "About the thing I said about liking you."

"What about it?"

"Well, you didn't really seem to react to it at all. In fact, you kinda just went back to the conversation, I didn't know if you actually cared."

You often hid your emotions around people, but especially around those that threatened to tear down your walls. Someone like Rafe.

It was no surprise to you that he couldn't read your feelings for him all those years ago, nor earlier that night when you were silently panicking.

This was just something you did to protect yourself from getting hurt. If you revealed your true emotions, it was a sign of weakness, a way for someone to come in and take advantage of you.

You sighed, "Look, Rafe. Of course, I cared. I was just shocked, that's all."

"Shocked? I thought I made it pretty obvious I liked you," he responded.

You were outside your hotel room at this point, deciding whether or not to go in.

"Obvious? Rafe, I thought you were just teasing me or something. I didn't believe you could like me."

He seemed genuinely hurt by this. "How could I not?"

The air flew out of your lungs and you swore you stopped breathing for a minute.

He continued, "Y/N, when I met you, you were so incredibly kind and sweet. I wasn't used to that, I guess. Everyone on the island has this preconceived notion of the kind of guy I am, but no one ever really takes the time to get to know me. I feel like you did."

You couldn't help but smile, "I wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about."

"Stop," he chuckled. "And what was your verdict?"

"I thought you were too good for me."

"You seriously don't believe that."

"I seriously do. I met you and I swear I've never felt that way about anyway before in my life." You tried to find the right words to articulate your thoughts, "It scared me."

"So that's why you acted like you hated me?"

You laughed lightly, "To be fair, that's just how I flirt with people. Sorry you didn't get the memo."

"Wait- but what about that guy you started dating?"

"Now, I thought this was obvious. I only started dating him because I thought you didn't like me."

It looked like Rafe was joining you in having revelations tonight. The miscommunications were enough to make him dizzy.

"Are you serious?" He couldn't help but laugh. "You didn't even give me the time of day, how was I supposed to know you liked me?"

You shrugged, "I wish I knew you wanted me."

"Would that have made a difference?"

"Yeah, honestly. I have a bad habit of biting my tongue and staying silent on these things but if I knew I'd be with you..."

He was closer to you now. "Well, would you mind if I made a pass on you now?"

"Now that you know?" he added.

You turned around, scanning your keycard to open the door to your room.

"Funny you would come back to me like this," you tugged on the collar of Rafe's shirt, pulling him into your room. "Wanna come find out, Cameron?"

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Cherry Wine | d.m

Draco Malfoy x reader, fluff

Summary: Spring mornings spent dancing with Draco. Both of you taking in the love you have for each other.

A/N: this was inspired by Cherry Wine by Hozier <3

w/c: 800

He watched as you continued to run around the field, your hair all over the place as your bare feet hit the cold ground below you. Your skirt was flowing behind you as you continued to spin and sway, taking in the beauty of your surroundings. The way that the sun's light was slowly peeking over the horizon, the way that the breeze shook the leaves off the trees that surrounded you, and the soft melody that played as you danced.

Draco took in everything. The way that the fore pieces of your hair stuck to the front of your face, how the Earth seemed to thank you each time you took a step, the way your laugh seemed to harmonize with the breathing of the flowers – he could do this for the rest of his life.

“Draco,” you spoke, breaking the air around you. You stopped dancing and walked up to him, leaning over to reach the ground he sat on - your hair falling on both sides of your face as you went to make eye contact with him. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear before leaning forward to give you a kiss on the nose.

“Dance with me.” You smiled, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. Despite him being perfectly content with just watching you, he got up anyway. Hand in hand you both walked over to where the music sang. You watched as he shifted back and forth, you could tell that he was nervous, but you tried your best to get him comfortable. 

The next song started and you immediately closed your eyes to start dancing, throwing your head back and forth as your movements seemed to synchronize with the melody. He watched your erratic movements, the way you seemed to move freely without a care in the world. He was mesmerized. When you finally went to look at him, he was standing stiffly and awkwardly, to anyone else it would have seemed as if you two were meeting for the first time. 

“Draco,” you took his hands in yours, “just let go.”

“Let go?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows with a puzzled look on his face. 

“Close your eyes and dance. Don’t think about it. It’s just us two.” You said, giving him a warm smile. Even though he was confused, he tried to take your advice. 

He took off his shoes and placed them next to yours. The dirt felt strange under his feet, and while he normally would be thinking about how uncomfortable this was, or how he would have to take another shower once he got back to his dorm, all he could do in this moment was stare at you. 

Slowly, he let go of all his stress and started dancing with you. You laughed silently as he tripped over his own feet a few times, eventually going on to take his hand and guide him. Both of you moved in unison. 

After a few songs, the sun started to peak in through the gaps on the trees, illuminating both of your faces as you continued to dance and laugh. You both felt the same, enjoying each other's company in the most simple way. In all honesty, it didn’t matter what you were doing, so long as you were together.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He finally spoke. As you stared, you couldn’t help but notice how he was getting teary eyes. You brought your thumb up to his eyes and wiped away the tears that were falling, giving him a small smile. 

“My love, I'm always going to be here. Why are you crying?” You asked as he continued to brush your hair with his fingers, attempting to take the grass and leaves out. 

“I just can’t believe I got this lucky.” He kissed your forehead. You felt butterflies all through you, the same ones that have been prevalent for the past year that you two have been together. Your love for this boy was one that came without words. No amount of time could ever be enough, this was a love that was meant to last for eternity, outliving both of you.

“You are not lucky, Draco. You’re mine and I am yours. This is something we both know.” You whispered. He leaned in to give you a kiss, tasting your cherry chapstick and the pancakes you had for breakfast. 

Soon enough the rest of the world woke up, signaling that it was time for both of you to leave. The sweetness following you two as you went to put your shoes on. Side by side you walked back towards the castle with the sunlight and birds singing, comforted by the fact that wherever you go he would be there too.

[stevesbipanic]

Boy For All Seasons

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Ao3

While the snow began to melt in the weeks that followed new year's eve, Eddie's heart still felt cold and broken. He began to pull away from Steve, still wanting him in his life but needing enough distance to try and get over him. They didn't share a bed anymore, the first night it stopped Steve looked sad but understanding when Eddie said Wayne needed him at home. Ignoring the phone calls in the middle of the night hurt more.

Sometimes Eddie thought Steve was going to bring it up, but he was always quick to cover it up with a smile, his smiles looked faker these days. Eddie didn't understand, shouldn't Steve be happy that Eddie isn't clinging to him anymore, now Steve could find someone like him someone who wasn't different.

Eddie still visited Family Video, he liked Robin's company too, Wayne was happy he had friends outside of the band. She and Steve always seemed to be whispering about something these days. Maybe Robin had finally talked to that girl Vickie, but he's sure she would've told him the moment he'd stepped in the door. Eddie felt another stab at his heart, maybe Steve had met someone, maybe he knew Eddie was in love with him and didn't want to hurt his feelings.

With Spring Break only a few weeks away it was Eddie's new least favourite time of year, Valentine's Day. The halls at school decorated with pink hearts and flowers. Pretty girls hoping the football team were going to ask them to the dance. Even Family Video was getting ready for the day, plenty of couples looking for a movie they could ignore while making out.

If things had been different Eddie probably would've put together some ridiculous costume to impress Steve, make him blush the same soft pink as those hearts on the wall. Things weren't different though, this Valentine's Day Eddie will spend alone once again and Steve would take some sweet girl to the movies or the dance or anywhere other than around Eddie. Eddie slammed his locker shut, ridiculous holiday anyway.

"You good, Eddie?" Gareth said tentatively, the boys had been giving the storm cloud that was Eddie Munson a wide berth.

"Fine Gare, great even, I'll see you later."

"Hey Eddie wait!"

"What do you want, Henderson?"

"Are you going by Family Video after school?"

Eddie hadn't been planning to returning to the heart shaped hell but he had a weak spot for the boy.

"Maybe why?"

"Robin wants to borrow my DnD manuals, she's thinking of joining Hellfire."

Weird that Robin hadn't asked him but he supposed she knew Dustin longer, besides he could duck in give Robin the books and leave, wouldn't even need to see Steve.

"Sure, Birdie would be a great addition anyway."

"You're the best, thanks Eddie!"

When Eddie pulled up to the store, the carpark was surprisingly empty besides Steve's beemer.

"In, out, easy Munson."

When he stepped inside he let out a small sigh of relief seeing only Robin at the counter, for once the universe was on his side.

"Special delivery, Birdie!"

"Eddie! Are those Dustin's books? Great, just leave them here, oh before you go would you mind looking at the character sheet I drew up?"

Eddie wanted nothing more than to leave before Steve appeared from one of the shelves he was surely shelving, but he was weak for DnD and it would be really cool to play with Robin.

"Sure, but only quickly."

"It's just in the back, you wait here a minute."

Before Eddie had a chance to argue she was gone. Just then, the lights went out.

"Huh? Robin you good?"

Soft music started playing and a torch lit up the break room door. Eddie had seen a few strange things in his life but nothing prepared him for what appeared before him.

Steve stepped out from behind the door, and Eddie felt frozen in place. Steve was dressed in a white sheet wrapped as a toga, gold Laurel wreath in his hair, eerily similar to the costume Eddie wore that started all of this. The difference being the white feather wings and bow and arrow in his hands. If Eddie wasn't having a stroke already the blush and glitter dusting Steve's cheeks was about to cause one.

"Hi Eds," Steve said softly looking up at Eddie through his lashes.

"H-Hi Stevie."

"I thought it was my turn to dress up, do you like it?"

"Like it? Sweetheart you look beautiful."

Steve smiled shyly, ducking his head before returning his gaze to Eddie's.

"I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow night? We can't go to the dance but maybe we could go to our diner? We haven't been in awhile."

Steve was right, they hadn't been in awhile, because Eddie had been dodging hanging out, because he had been avoiding Steve, because Steve didn't like him...right?

"Don't you want to take a nice girl out for dinner tomorrow?"

Steve shook his head, "Nope, just you."

Eddie couldn't help it, he didn't understand, "Why?"

A flash of worry crossed Steve's features, "Why not? I like you, like a lot. Do you...do you not like me?" The corners of Steve's eyes started to mist, he looked like he had begun to regret what he was doing.

"No! No I do, I really really do Stevie, but I thought you didn't like me, on new year's you told Robin we wouldn't work, that we were too different."

Steve's eyes widened, "Is that why you've been avoiding me?" Guilt crossed Eddie's face before nodding.

"Eddie," Steve reached out and took his hands between his, "I had gotten in my head that you wouldn't want me because we're too different, you're cool and fun and in a band and an adorable nerd and I'm just me."

Everything made sense now. "Sweetheart, you're not just you, you're loyal and funny and beautiful and kind, I would be crazy not to be in love with you." Eddie froze as he realised what he said.

"You love me?" The look in Steve's eyes melted away any doubt in Eddie's heart.

"Have for awhile, Stevie." Steve grinned widely at Eddie before taking his face in his hands. "I'd be crazy not to be in love with you too, Eddie."

Then, finally, after months of jokes and costumes and schemes and nightmares and hugs and comfort and crying and confessions and waiting, finally, two boys fell into each other sharing a soft kiss.

"Hey Eddie?"

"Hmm?"

"Not wearing anything under this one either?"

Eddie knew it back last March and he knew it now, Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him.

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[lifmera]

hazbin/helluva (one for each) matchup for an acearospec he/they/it with massive audhd swag (masc leaning attraction ways)

i love art and fiction, both as the audience and artist/author,

especially collaborative storytelling like roleplay or improv!!!!

and i love to use my artistic skills to make things for others.. or myself. alot of the time just myself. theres probably a reason im called an egotist

im very creative imaginative or whatever and daydreaming isnt an oddity. or just getting stuck in my head re-narrating the same idea over and over.

im known to have a large vocabulary but if you ask me what any of the words mean i cant tell you (i know im using them right but i learn all my words via inferencing rather than precise definition)

hidden role games are my bread and butter (think mafia,,, or among us)

in the past i made for a very convincing serial killer. take that how you will

i can also get well enough into character to genuinely provoke tears in an acting scenario. though im a quick crier regardless so that doesnt say much

I'm very over the top "fashion"-wise wearing bright garish eccentric colours.

this overbearingly true to my selfness extends to basically every facet of my being which is only balanced out by how god damn low energy i am (chronic pain ass mfer)

I'm probably cold blooded, put me under a heatlamp idk

id say that i bite but im too germophobic for that shit

thank you :]

HEY HEY!!

I didn’t pair you up w Velvette… only cus i wasn’t sure if you were gay or just prefer men!

I’ve decided to pair you with…. BLITZØ & VOX 



He’d probably force you to do some pony role play with him. Please do it- he just loves his ponies :(

ALSO DRAW HIM PONIES!! OR TEACH HIM?? He had to pay so much for art classes, just for him to still suck…

He want’s to hear your thoughts most of the time. He’s like.. “whats going on inside their head rn…?”

He’d think you are a little like Stolas using big words- but he’d be impressed. He’d probably ask you to help him increase his vocabulary so he can actually sound more intimidating and boss like.

Serial killer? Join the IMPS :) they only have like 3 other people anyways.

Well enough character?? Lure in the clients like Loona did??? SIGN HIM UP!!! He’s already offering you a job.

Roleplay…. Games? He’d probably ask wtf is that, but then enjoy it sm. Probably asks moxxie and millie to play in their free time.

He’d be surprised you are wearing bright colors!! Usually people in hell wear all red, black, white and pink.

He’s definitely think you’d get along with Loona, so he was like “perfect lover?!!? Esp if they might become close to my daughter?!?”

Ok, VOX time!!

If you are able to Improv… it’d be perfect… you can help him manipulate people…

Especially being able to cry on spot??! If you can act he’d probably bring you everywhere- and you’d join the face of the company.

He’d need someone with a creative imagination to help him come up with new/more ideas for vox tech. Eventually he might run out.

Your large vocabulary would also help him out a ton. You can help write scripts for him, and act them out that’ll make everything sound WAYYY convincing!

Serial Killer? Join the Vees x2!!! They need someone, esp against Alastor.

Fashion? Thank god! You’d get along with Velvette!!! And he wouldn’t have to worry about you not getting accepted into the Vee’s.

~~

Hope this was okay!

[kira-dofc]

New Series!!!

Decided to do a series in Haikyuu, so basically, an x male reader headcannon. Not going to spoil who would the the love interest but just for a heads up, its one of the members in Nekoma, but I will be giving out the basic info. About you :))

Name: Y/n Kim

Nationality: South Korean

Backstory:

You saw your own parents die infront of you, due to a fire caused by a neighbor. You once lived in the slums, maybe thats the reason why your parents died. Orphaned at the age of 4, adopted by a rich japanese couple.

They've kept you as if you were their real child, spoiled you with everything, but you still kept your same cold, expressionless face.

Info about your current life:

Smart straight A student, you weren't friendly or weren't too close to be with, but you had one friend, though, keeping you company since you were 10 (I can't think of a name, so just think of it as your real friend). Your friend has gotten you in volleyball. You seemed to like it since this was the only thing you remembered before your parents died. You would play ball with them every day when they go home from work.

At your current state, you are now a senior and the newly found captain of your team. Your team wasn't clearly known, but you'd know they are tough to beat.

The name of team your currently on is called Shirokitso (I used chat gpt don't come at me if this sounds similar w any real or existing team <3)

Your currently the outside hitter of the team.

You and your love interest were destined to be enemies. Who knows if you two could get any closer

Well, that's all (I think). Feel free to give me suggestions on what more info to add before posting chapter 1!! Anyways, ty for the support 💓

[pinkvaquita]

She deserves the better

♡ Pairing: Smoked Cheese x Mozzarella

♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. I still don't fucking know how to call it.

♡ Warning: Major death character <3

♡ Author’s note: SECOND SHOT OF THE NIGHT. This was ironicaly the first I wrote from all todays colections. Anyways, I fucking LOVE this two.

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español

He always believed she deserved better. She deserved so much better than him.

Every time he saw her face and got lost in those blue eyes that always smiled at him so calmly, he couldn't help but think one thing. Mozzarella deserved better.

He thought about it when she greeted him from the betting balcony at the coliseum, always finding a way to convince him to put aside his work there and instead keep her company.

He always thought about it every time she sent one of the marzipans with notes. Playful messages just like her. And inevitably she managed to get a slight smile out of him with each one.

He also thought about it when at the parties for the bureaucracy they escaped to a less crowded place. And they looked from afar at the luxury that they could enjoy in those lands.

He thought about it every time she stopped him from doing something crazy that he would regret later. Because she never seemed to even startle or fear him in those outbursts of anger that possessed him from time to time.

He thought about it every time she had to reason and mediate on his behalf, saving him from unnecessary fights.

He thought about it every time she spoke enthusiastically about something curious or funny that she saw, that she heard, that she discovered. Every time he could hear her voice speak with such intelligence.

He thought about it every time he woke up and the first thing he saw was her. So much perfection being what started his days.

And he thought about it today too. And he would have thought about it tomorrow too.

She deserved better than him. Mozzarella deserved someone who was as eloquent, as focused, as enthusiastic, as honest and loyal as she was. She deserved everything good a person could be.

She deserved someone better than the mess of self-centeredness, anger, and pettiness that he was. Since they met, Mozzarella has done nothing but make his life better. Without her, he wouldn't know what would have been to him...

He never understood why she was happy with him. He did not feel capable of giving her the same happiness that she gives him with her mere existence.

He couldn't care for her, couldn't encourage her, couldn't do anything for her in the same way.

He couldn't even protect her.

He gave his all to stop Dark Enchantress, but nothing helped...

She deserved someone who could have stopped this tragedy.

“Mozzie…” — He tried to talk to her despite how painful it was to say a word, making the effort even though more jam than words came out every time he opened his mouth.

As soon as she heard his voice, she reacted. With effort she raised her head to find the image of her beloved husband crawling through the sand and the puddle of his own jam. Her exhausted eyes, even though they should have closed by now, refused to do so. She refused to leave this world without first hearing one last word from him.

It felt like the most tortuous eternity in those short seconds. Smoked was dying between the pain of his wounds from a lost battle and the scraping of sand against his body. His hands gripped the ground as if he were clinging to the little life he had left.

But he knew it was all worth it when he was able to drop down next to her. Her face was the last thing he wanted to see, and her voice the last thing he wanted to hear. And between the tears of pain, disappointment, fear and relief...

“Mozzie…” — He called her one last time.

"Yeah?... "

"... I'm sorry"

There was a short silence, in which she seemed to process his words. And he seemed to feel that the only thing left for him was to wait for the cold of death to reach him.

“W-why are you… asking me for f-forgiveness?”— Her voice for the first time sounded confused and immersed in sadness.

When he didn't answer, Mozzarella felt her own body move on its own. She rolled slightly to get closer and speak to him face to face.

“Smoked…?”

If she had had the strength, she would have shaken her husband's limp body. She would have begged and screamed at the witches up there for a second longer. Just one more second.

Her tears began to fall when she knew the reality. She cried knowing that he was gone, that she was never able to tell him one last time, as she always did whenever those doubts and insecurities attacked him.

“... Smoked, you w-were the best thing that happened to me”

[vibingandsimping]

Hey hey, I hope ur having an amazing week!! I would like to get a baldurs gate 3 matchup. I am a bisexual with a preference for men. I'm an average guy, pale as a ghost, cause of me staying mostly inside. I present myself as friendly, quiet, preserved, just a guy who gets along w everyone. But sometimes ppl are weirded out or intimidated by me (being goth in a small Slavic town isn't best). I'm really awkward and anxious w many/new ppl. With friends I'm open, dramatic, a bit of a rambler and love to prank/scare them. I hate physical touches very much, I don't even let my friends hold hands or hug me, the most they are getting is a hand on shoulder or a handshake. But to ppl who are really close to me, I love cuddling and just sitting near them. I am really patient and understanding. I hate talking about feelings and am just horrible at comforting ppl, that's why I don't usually argue and just agree with a person and avoid expressing feelings (can't even say simple 'I love you' without big struggle). I have a self isolation problem too, when I get emotional. I love music and art in general, I play guitar and also am an artist, and once in a while I try myself in poetry, I consider myself a bit of philosophy nerd. Also love going to the park/forest for alone quiet time, I love hanging out there, or even exploring some abandoned buildings. I love to listen to people ramble on their interests, also I like to give presents to the person I like. I'm super obvious on any romantic hints, and get really blushful and nervous once I finally get them. Damn, I hope it ain't too long, anyway thanks, I love ur work and I think ur really talented!! Have a nice day/night!!

Thank you for the sweet compliments. <33

I feel Astarion would be fond of you.

Astarion has gone through too much trauma to have to adjust heavily. He can adapt, of course, but to find someone who shares similarities with him would be great. You two have a lot in common. Easy enough to bond over but it could cause some simple arguments or disagreements. I can really see you two chatting over wine and discussing topics of life. Also, maybe gossiping over something.

The tree bark under the back of your knees was a dull burn each time you shifted. It was something you grew accustomed to during your adventures. Next to you sat Astarion as he poured you two a glass of wine. His fingers cold as they brushed yours handing you the glass. He sighed and tilted his head back; enjoying the forest air. You smiled softly and took a sip as the crisp environment settled into you. The camp was stuffy and being surrounded by so many grew tiring. So, you both trailed off for some much needed alone time. “As much as I enjoy the company we’ve kept…” Astarion began, your eyes darting to him. “I really don’t think I can handle hearing everyone squabble over simple issues.” He sighed in exasperation. You laughed a little and rolled your shoulders back to allow yourself to relax. “Imagine having to lead that group.” You chirped and Astarion rumbled in amusement. There was a silent understanding of comfort between you two. Whatever romance blooming was new and unexplored territory. So, you really relished moments like this even if little words were spoken. Inching closer minute by minute. You felt the sharp cold of his hand against yours, instinctively wanting to flinch away. Inhaling shakily, you allowed him to sit close enough to rest hands together. Sipping the wine and making casual conversation. Despite the advancement, you felt no pressure to do so. You both knew you could back out if it became too much. It was nice.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

For a Friend by happyaspie

Part 18 of Sicktember 2021-2023

@sicktember 2023 fic 3/10 for me!

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T || Chapters 1/2 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes, Common cold, Sick Bucky Barnes

Summary: Peter finds out Bucky is sick and spends his weekend at the Tower balancing between spending time with Tony and making sure his friend is taking care of himself. When it’s time for Peter to go home, he asks Tony to keep looking after Bucky. Reluctantly, Tony agrees.

Sicktember 2023 Prompts

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason, I am’’

23. Coughing Fit

[Exceprt under the cut]

It was a Friday afternoon, and Peter had just arrived at the tower. Typically he would go straight to the lab to seek out his mentor. But just because he was done with school for the day, didn’t mean Tony was done with work. Unfortunately, Pepper had scheduled several meetings that would run late into the afternoon. Fortunately, there were a handful of other people around to spend time with while he waited for the work week to end.

“Hey FRIDAY? Who’s in the building right now?” Peter asked once he’d dropped his bag off on the penthouse floor. “I mean like Avengers-wise. Anyone?”

There was a momentary pause before the AI spoke. “The only Avengers currently in the building are The Boss and James Barnes,” she said. 

“Mr. Bucky’s here?” Peter excitedly inquired. Talking to Steve and Bucky about everything past, present and future was one of his favorite things. Which brought on his next question. “What about Mr. Steve?”

“Steve Rogers has been on a recon mission in Lithuania with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff for the last two days. A return date has not been established.”

“Oh,” Peter replied in mild surprise. Bucky liked keeping mostly to himself. There were very few people he would actually sit down and converse with. As such, he’d naturally assumed that wherever Steve went Bucky went too. Then again he supposed they couldn’t be together all the time. ”I guess I’ll go see Mr. Bucky then. He’s probably lonely anyway,” he announced, eager to spend some rare one one-on-one time with Bucky. With any luck he could finally hear some of the stories Steve was always stopping him from sharing. “Thanks, FRI!”

Peter scurried off to the lower levels of the tower. He started on the common floor but found it empty. From there he headed towards Bucky’s living quarters and knocked on the door. There was no answer at first, so he knocked again. The door finally cracked open but the gap was barely a sliver. All he could see was one of Bucky’s deep blue eyes peering down at him.

“What do you want, Kid?” Bucky said in lieu of a greeting.

Peter smiled and waved. “FRIDAY said Mr. Steve was on a mission," he said. “And since Mr. Stark is busy, I thought I’d come down here and see if you wanted to hang out.”

“Now’s not a good time,” Bucky replied, followed by several harsh coughs.

Peter tilted his head in concern while waiting for the coughing fit to end. “Are you sick?” he asked. The only reply he received was a semi-coherent grunt in the positive. Peter smiled again and offered, “I could keep you company.”

“No offense kid,” Bucky replied, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual. “But I feel like crap and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m not sure I’m in the mood for company. Go harass Stark.”

“I can’t,” Peter shrugged. “Mr. Stark has meetings and Pepper would probably kill me if I tried convincing him to skip them. That’s why I came down here to visit with you.”

As Bucky sighed, Peter belatedly processed the entirety of Bucky’s explanation. “Wait,” he abruptly stated. “What do you mean there’s nothing you can do about it? Is there anything I can do to help?” His inquiry was met with silence.

A few ticks later, Bucky said, “You’re not going to go away, are you.” It was a statement, not a question. Peter shrugged his shoulders. A moment later the door was opened, and Peter immediately went through it.

[Continue reading on AO3]

[votestaynight]

8th day "Sword and Magic II" (scene 3)

――Let's take the long way home.

It's about a five minute detour.

This is just like a whim, so I shouldn't have to worry about excuses――

I go by the park and put my brakes on.

"―――――"

I stop the bicycle.

I enter the park with the groceries still in the bicycle cart.

"――Why?"

Why is it like this?

It was just a whim.

Inside the park I passed, thinking that it would be nice if I could meet her again…

…Is the figure of a silver-haired girl.

Ilya is standing there absent-mindedly, not doing anything.

It doesn't seem like she notices me.

I can leave right now if I want to.

But――if I was going to do such a thing, I wouldn't have come by this park in the first place.

"Ilya."

I call out to her.

"――Who's there!?"

"Um, it's just Shirou."

"Eh… really, Shirou…?"

She must have been really surprised, as Ilya is looking at me with wide open eyes.

"Actually, yeah. I came to play since there's not much to do, but Sella said I shouldn't see you. She said it's no fun playing with you because I'm going to end up killing you soon anyway."

"Why are you so surprised?

This place is near the shopping district, so I pass by it from time to time. How about you, why are you here? You were here yesterday too, so do you have a lot of free time?"

"Ah――well, that's…"

…Whoa.

I don't know how to answer that. She just said something that really troubles me….

"But I think that's wrong because it's fun being with you. So I thought I might see you here, and I was waiting for ages.

――Yeah. I'm glad you came."

"…Hold on. You weren't really waiting for me, were you?"

"I was.

I've been thinking for ages it would be nice if you came."

"…Idiot. You don't like the cold, right? If you want to see me, come to my place――no, that's bad. If you met Saber, it'd just turn into a fight.

But still, there are plenty of other ways. You would've been able to find me if you were waiting in the shopping district like yesterday."

"No, I can't do that. I can't come and see you myself. Yesterday was a one-time only cheat.

So I just waited where you might come today, and it ended up working."

"…I understand, but why did you come to see me? Well, if a conversation like yesterday is enough, I'll keep you company."

Saying so happily, Ilya takes a few steps as if dancing.

Her swaying silver hair makes her look like a real winter fairy.

"No, it's nothing today. I just wanted to see you, and we're enemies anyways. I'll come and kill you when the Holy Grail War's almost over, so let's talk then."

She says it so innocently.

…That unsuitability is unbearable.

It's not because I'm going to be killed. I just don't think being a Master suits her.

"…Ilya. Is that really something you want to do?

Did you really enter this war by your own choice?"

"…Doesn't that mean you're just doing what your grandfather told you to do? You didn't become a Master by your own will, did you?"

"Yeah, that's right. It was what my grandfather told me to do.

I'm the most suited to be a Master out of all the Einzberns, and I'm the owner of the big Holy Grail."

"Hmmm… Was that it…? I can't remember too well, but I've been a Master since I was born. So they said it's only natural for me to fight."

"――That's wrong. If you're only fighting because people tell you to, stop.

First of all, such killing doesn't suit you, Ilya."

Ilya stops moving.

Her eyes look directly into mine.

"…That's right. Putting others aside, I don't like someone like you fighting. If it's possible, I want you to quit being a Master and stay calm."

"…Hmm. It doesn't look like you're pleading for your life.

It looks like Onii-chan's really worried about me."

"Hehe. Let's see, if you'll be my Servant, I'll quit. Then I won't have to kill you."

"I'm saying you should stop fighting. I'm telling you to get rid of your Servant, so why do I have to become your familiar?"

"Wha――w-w-what are you saying!? Do you know what it means to tell me to be a Servant…!?"

…No, first of all, I can't substitute for Berserker!

"Not a familiar, I said a Servant.

Servants are people that are always with you, right? So all you have to do is stay by my side."

"Eh――huh?"

…Hold on.

Could it be, Ilya――

"Let me ask you something. What is a Servant, Ilya?"

"It's mine, right? My grandfather said it's someone that's always by my side and protects me."

"――"

…As I thought.

Servants must be just that for Ilya.

None of the Command Spell or Master stuff concerns her.

For her, a being that protects her is a Servant.

"…I see. But I still can't do that. I can't accept that condition, so give me something else."

"W-What?

Are you saying I'm not good enough for you…?"

"No, nothing like that but… well, how can I put this―――"

I'm worried about her, but I can't be someone who'll be by her side all the time――

"――Ilya, I already have Saber.

And as a Master, I also have to stop the other Masters. Um, I'm sorry, but I can't be your Servant."

"…! What!? I made a compromise because it was you, but if you say that, I don't even know you…!"

"Hey… hold on, Ilya, I'm not done――"

"Stupid Shirou! It's terrible of you to embarrass a girl!"

"Oh… she's gone…"

She doesn't listen to me and just runs out of the park.

Though I run after her, I can't find her anywhere.

"Geez. This is just like yesterday."

I sigh and return to my bike.

…But, well, if she's like that, I'm sure she won't suddenly attack me like she did the first night we met.

That means there's at least one more chance to convince her.

Even after lunch, we do the same things.

I wholeheartedly exchange shinai blows with Saber.

The training that should continue until Tohsaka or Fuji-Nee gets home is…

…Interrupted by a doorbell to let me know a visitor is here.

"Shirou, it seems there is a visitor."

"Yeah, I heard it. I'll go, so please stay here."

"…No. There is a possibility that it is an unwanted visitor. I shall accompany you, just in case."

"―――Hm."

What Saber says is plausible.

…It is, but if the visitor happens to be a neighbor, there is a chance they'll get suspicious of Saber.

Because it's supposedly just me living in this house.

But….

"Well, what happens will be what happens."

Sakura and Fuji-Nee come here often, so I shouldn't start worrying about public image now.

"All right, come on, Saber. But please stay quiet if the visitor's a normal person."

"I know. I am to be your distant relative, is that right?"

"Yeah, that's good."

"Yeah, I'm coming!"

Hurried by the doorbell, I open the entrance door.

"Excuse me. I heard you were not feeling well, so I came to see how you were doing, Emiya."

Instead.

The visitor is not some enemy or some neighbor, but a friend from school.

"Oh, it's just you, Issei."

"It's rude to say that. Is that an appropriate attitude to take towards a friend who has come to see you?"

Complaining, Issei hands me a paper bag.

"Hm? What's this? Apples?"

"It's a get-well gift. When the person who usually never gets sick is absent from school, I should at least bring something."

"――Hm."

I'm grateful for his concern, but I'm not absent because I'm sick.

…And also, it seems wrong for a young student to bring a bag of apples for a sick friend.

"What, Emiya? Don't you like fruit?"

"Oh, I like them. Yeah, it's complicated, but I'll accept your good intentions."

I bow in appreciation.

"…Emiya. This is a sudden question, but who is that woman behind you?"

"Huh?"

That said, I turn around.

Of course, Saber followed me here.

"Oh――"

I see. Issei must have seen Saber when I bowed.

"…It is not someone I've seen before. Why is such a woman at your house?"

Issei stares rudely at Saber.

He's really bashful in front of strangers and he can be really coldhearted towards strangers or people he dislikes.

"Uh, well, she's called Saber and, um…"

"I am a distant relative of Shirou. I was treated kindly by the master of this house, Kiritsugu, when he was in my country.

I came to sightsee here the other day, and I am staying here thanks to my relation to him."

"――――Huh?"

Saber smoothly delivers a convincing story.

"So you're an acquaintance of Emiya's father? I hear he loved traveling. I am sure he would have had the chance to meet someone like you."

"―――――What!?"

Ryudou Issei, who's supposedly bashful around strangers, easily accepts the fact.

"I see. I understand your situation, Emiya.

Your sickness is just an excuse and you were showing her around, right?"

"Uh――yeah. I guess you could say that."

…Yeah, I guess I'm not lying, on the grand scale.

"Then you won't mind if I intrude. Get me some tea in appreciation for me bringing it back. Let's talk about what has happened at school these past two days."

Issei comes in, taking off his shoes.

"…? What do you mean by appreciation? I'm busy, you know?

Let's talk some other time."

"What are you saying? You left your bike outside our place, right?"

"Oh… yeah, I left my bike at the Ryudou Temple."

"Yes. So I brought you your bike.

Even though I was busy, I went straight home without attending the student council and came here. Are you saying you cannot even give me some tea for that?"

"――Ugh."

That's certainly helpful.

Even though I have 3 bicycles, the one I left at the Ryudou Temple is the most expensive one and my favorite.

"Sorry. Could you guys go to the living room? I'll go prepare some tea. Japanese tea for Issei and English tea for Saber, right?"

"…Sorry, Saber. Can we take a little break?"

Saber nods silently.

"Wha… I-I am joining as well!? I-I do not know about that. I do not think you will be able to talk freely with your friend if I am there."

"That's not true. Right, Issei?"

"Right. Girls are loud, but Saber-san is fine. Humble women are a part of our cultural heritage."

"See. So please go ahead."

"Uh… yes. I understand, but Shirou…"

"What? Is there something else?"

"Could I have Japanese tea as well? I do not dislike Japanese tea."

For some reason, Saber says so clearly.

It feels a bit weird, her saying that in her usual manner.

We talk about meaningless things for an hour, then Issei decides to go home.

The conversation we had in the living room was mostly about school, and I asked him tentatively if there was anything strange going on, but it seems school continued as usual.

"I'll see you. Will you be skipping tomorrow as well?"

"Yeah, I can't go to school this week. I have to be with Saber tomorrow again."

"I see. Well, there shouldn't be any problems if you are with that girl. There are suspicious aspects, but they don't even need to be considered."

Issei nods to himself.

…Come to think of it, how was it possible for this guy, so bashful around strangers, not to hate Saber?

"Hey Issei. You were in a good mood even though it was your first time meeting Saber. What's up with that?"

"What are you saying? I grew up in a temple. What would I do if I couldn't tell good from evil? I do not know her origins, but her spirit is pure. She cannot be a bad person."

"Wow. So you can tell that sort of thing? I'm a bit impressed."

"…Well, I can't normally. But even an amateur can tell if it's that great.

Even a monk in training will notice divinity if a Buddha stands next to him. In other words, Saber-san is that beautiful."

…This is rare indeed.

Issei is praising a woman.

"I see. So you like Saber too."

That's good.

I was worried Issei wouldn't like her since all she did was sit there and listen silently.

"Of course. She's a good girl. It's hard to dislike her."

"Yeah. I see she's a good girl, but she's a little antisocial, right? She's always like that, so it doesn't mean she dislikes you."

"Huh? Is she antisocial?"

"She is. She hasn't laughed yet. She's always had a troubled face, even when we were laughing and talking about Fuji-Nee."

"No, she was smiling quite a lot."

"――Huh?"

That's ridiculous.

It's true that Saber looks peaceful sometimes.

But when I haven't yet seen her smile even once…!?

"You're lying. I can't imagine Saber busting her sides with laughter."

"…No, it's not like that.

She was smiling when she saw you smile. Didn't you notice?"

―――?

She was smiling when she saw me smile…?

"…Um. Does that mean she was making fun of me…?"

"――I see, you interpret some things rather oddly.

But you should torment yourself on that issue. Everything starts from questioning yourself. Kah!"

With his usual comments, he leaves laughing.

"Hm――what does he mean?"

He leaves me with only suggestive comments.

At least say goodbye to me, you idiot.

Today's training ends when the sun sets.

I'm near my limit, and I have to get Tohsaka to teach me magic tonight.

I couldn't accomplish my goal of landing a blow on Saber, but I should save some of my energy for tonight.

So, it's my turn to cook dinner tonight.

Saber went to wash off her sweat after me, so she won't be back for a while.

"I'm home. Oh, you're preparing dinner properly, Shirou.

"Good for you, well done."

"Hey, Shirouuu. Can I eat these apples?" she asks me while looking at the apples on the table.

Fuji-Nee enters the living room energetically, heads straight for the cushion, and sits down.

Unlike Saber, who has to sleep through half of the day, she's like this twenty-four hours a day.

I bet she's like this even when she's asleep.

"Go ahead. As you can see, we have plenty. It's necessary for each person to eat three a day."

"Really? Then should we make something like apple pie. Well, I mean you, though."

Fuji-Nee bites into the apple while saying something loosely.

…The ones on the table are the ones I've washed already, but I guess she's not the type to care about such things.

"…Geez, they're a get-well gift too…"

Even though it was just a misunderstanding, shouldn't she be more thoughtful about a gift given by a friend who cares for me?

I have to tell her clearly.

[wooahaes]

hiya!! i saw your ask game post and wanted to join hehe ^^

coups + cold to everyone but you (idk if that's the name of the trope but i hope you get it lol) he just gives me that kinda vibes yknow... i know hes really sweet but this trope fits him imo.... i dont know...

anyways take care and byebye!! ^^

hiyaa <3 thank u for joining! u take care as well <3

oooh... i'm a sucker for tht kind of thing. def not when its taken to the level of 'is a dick to everyone but you' but i do think the idea of feeling safer expressing things w someone special.

i think i can see cheol not being a dick, but he's just more openly doting with you a lot more? office worker au where ur all at the same company, and while he does check in with others, he makes the excuse that you're the newest hire so he's just making sure you're adjusting well. and then ppl point out that he's never been this warm to anyone except jeonghan (and sometimes shua) and even then he took forever to open up to them a lil more. he literally drove you home last week AND stopped to get you dinner. the one time seungkwan needed a ride, cheol took him straight home ??? and told him to go ahead and get inside meanwhile you were literally kinda gushing abt how sweet he is bc he parked and walked you to ur door.

this might not be what you mean but just... cheol who dotes on u So much compared to everyone else. not to the point where you get away with certain things, he'll still correct you, but he'll buy you lunch or leave a snack on your desk or quietly leave a new pack of sticky notes for you, etc. chan asked him for the sticky notes tht were next to him and cheol told him to get them himself. cheol excuses it as you being on a sales call, but chan says the notes were closer to him last time!!! he could at least throw them!!!

cheol comes in after a meeting with a client to see a bouquet of roses on his desk. he loudly asks who did this (while ur not in the room) and if its a prank. everyone's a lil lost and he just puts them aside to give away later. other ppl leave at the end of the day, while you shyly approach and ask him if he liked the flowers and that you heard from seungkwan that he was pissed abt them. he realizes they're from you, and immediately softens up and says he loves them and asks why you sent them. you kinda dance around the subject a lil before saying you like him and the others kept pointing out how he was like... so doting toward you? and it kinda made you realize oh he likes you back. hes like ah. ill kill them later for telling you that >:( since he'd want to confess on his own terms ykno?

but you just kinda laugh and say that they were reassuring you--you had ur suspicions because cheol doesnt get anyone else snacks from the vending machine. well. except jeonghan when he begs and cheol tells him no before buying an extra snack for him anyway. you asked him once and he asked what you wanted and told you not to pay him back when you offered.

uh. idk. kiss kiss fall in luv.

[esoteric-mantra-stuff]

Virgil and Beatrice (A Starry Night Epilogue)

CW: Mentions of farting (idk if this needs a cw but I'm being safe) and anything related to AoIS and what happened earlier.

So this is just a funky epilogue I wrote to tie some stuff over. It's not requiered reading or anything, but I hope all of you enjoy :3.

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You spend a lot of time sleeping while in her camp. Your neck injury has been getting better, but there’s only so much her incantations can do. You can’t get up from your sickbed just yet, much less get out of the makeshift tent that was made for you, but you’re well enough that you can speak and sit up without wincing in pain. It’s been only three days, but you’ve been making remarkable progress. She comes over twice every day and keeps you company. This time she brings you your plain gruel and talks to you about anything really. She’s always been the chatty type, a bell on every tooth, but you don’t mind it. You’ve always been more of a listener anyway. It almost makes your gruel have some flavor, other than the iron taste of blood that lingers in your mouth, that is. “I’m sorry, but you can’t eat any solids still, not until I can make sure your neck won’t open up again.” She says upon seeing your dismayed expression. “At least I tried to make it as rich as possible. There’s nothing worse than watery gruel.” You sigh, looking at the beige colored paste on your plate. “I’m grateful, it’s just that the flavor leaves much to be desired.” You bring a spoonful to your mouth, swallowing the gruel carefully. “Yeah….” She says, looking at you as you eat away at your plate. “Well, look on the bright side. At least you’re getting a lot of fiber in your diet, I bet you haven’t been this regular in years.” You roll your eyes at the comment and continue eating despite the crass nature of her chosen topic.

She stares, but then a smile slowly creeps onto her lips. Oh no. “Well… I guess I don’t actually have to guess that your bowel movements are fine.” She says, trying not to laugh as you put your spoon down and look at her as deadpan as you can. Do you want to know? Probably not, but if you don’t ask it’s just going to be this weird inside joke, except she’s the only one in on it. You sigh. “... And how do you know that?” It’s better to get it over quickly, you tell yourself, but you feel instant regret the moment her barely contained laughter turns to a mocking smile. “Well… You probably haven’t noticed, but during the nights sometimes I’m woken up by a rather loud noise. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.” She says, setting up whatever wicked punchline you’re about to be the butt of. ”It took me a few nights of investigating before I discovered that… someone kept farting in their sleep!” She fully breaks into laughter after that. You feel your cheeks redden as shame washes over you like cold water. “W-what?! I don’t-” You’re about to defend yourself, but suddenly you’re reminded of something. The other day… you asked her if she’d seen any skunks or honey badgers around the camp. You remember smelling something foul as you woke up. She was barely containing her laughter then too! You cover your face with your hands as you groan. Maybe it’s not too late to die for real. “Hehe… Luckily the kids are pretty heavy sleepers, so don’t worry. ” She tries to comfort you, but it’s failing. Hard. She brings a hand to your chin and pets you beneath it. It feels… nice. Though you’re still very embarrassed. “... S-sorry.” You manage to say. “It's okay. I’m just glad you’re getting better, even if the process might not be pleasant.” She moves to pet behind your ears and you bring your hands to your lap. She hasn’t lost her touch after all these years.

You stay like that, eyes closed and mouth on the verge of panting, for a while until she pulls her hand away. Her touch immediately is sorely missing. “Now eat up. Flatulence or not, you’re not getting any better if you don’t keep your body nurtured.” She says, smiling at you kindly. You sigh and look down at your porridge. “Right… the gruel that makes me fart like a sheepdog on a short chain.” You pick up your spoon and continue eating with some trepidation. She shrinks her shoulders. “If it bothers you too much, I could always plug you up at night. I’m sure I have that toy in storage somewhere.” The gruel flies from your mouth as you sputter. This woman will be the death of you.

After lunch is done, she turns to cleaning your wounds. Slowly and gingerly she removes the bandages around your neck, then she applies antiseptic directly into the closing wound using some clean cotton. You can’t suppress the whine that escapes you as the chemicals sting in your skin. "Sorry. I know it stings, but that means it's working." She tries to comfort you as you try not to wince. “With this, your body should be able to continue healing even without incantations.” She pulls out new bandages and wraps them around your neck. Tossing the old bloodied linen away. “I’m just glad to be alive at all. If I died then….” You reach out for her hand, and she places it in your palm. So soft and so small compared to yours. “I would have never been able to tell you how I felt. I don’t think I could have taken such regrets to my grave.” You look into her eyes, and she smiles. Her other hand reaches up to pet behind your ears. “I’m glad you’re alive too.” She says, making your tail wag.

"Rogier's outside watching the kids if you need anything," she says as she's leaving. "I'll go check up on Iji. Hopefully, he's managed to dodge the assassins until now. It shouldn't take more than an afternoon." She leans down and kisses your forehead. "Try to sleep, okay? Recovering uses up a lot of energy." You nod. "Thank you. I think I can rest easy knowing Iji has you backing him up. Just come back in one piece, eh?" She smiles and ruffles the fur on your head before leaving. Once you are alone, you lean back and begin dreaming. For once, your dreams feel peaceful.

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The wolf’s bane and the violet they bloomed long ago  

And the brier-rose and the tulips danced amid summer glow; 

On the hill the sword-flower and the aster in the wood

And the snowdrop by the brook in autumn beauty stood  

Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven as falls the plague on men 

but the brightness of their smile was not robbed from upland glade and glen

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You wake up sometime later. It’s hard to tell what time it is inside the tent, but you can guess the sun might set soon. There’s a slight weight over your chest, something light enough that you could still sit up if you wanted without much trouble, but something that’s breathing softly on your chest. You look down to find a familiar gray pup sleeping on top of you. Aster’s leaning forward while his legs are still kneeled by the side of your bed, his arms are folded beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. You have to wonder why he’s here. Isn’t Rogier supposed to be watching over them? Though you’re glad to see that he’s okay even after all that happened in the Moonlight Altar. Physically at least… You can only hope Aster wasn’t scarred by almost watching you die in front of him. The fact that his mother has been your only company these last few days made you afraid that maybe he didn’t want to see you. Well, he’s here now, so that can’t be.

You feel Aster stir. He opens his little mouth wide open with a yawn, complete with that signature whine. “Hello Aster. It’s been a while.” You say to the boy who smiles as he makes eye contact with those irises of faded lavender. “Dad!” He hugs you, careful around your neck. You put your hand on his back and return the hug as best as you can. “Mum said that you were getting better, but that you’ll need to rest some more before I can show you around our camp.” He says, his little tail wagging into a blur. “I would like that, thank you.” You respond. Aster hugs you for a moment longer, then returns to a sitting position by your side. 

His eyes linger on the bandages around your neck, then he looks away, wringing his hands together. The mood takes a hard dip into something more serious. Oh no, have you upset him? “Aster…? Is something wrong?” You ask, sitting up. Aster looks around the tent. He hesitates before speaking. “Umm… I’m sorry you got hurt because of me….” His little eyes meet with yours, they’re filled with honest remorse. “I should’ve paid more attention… Maybe then you wouldn’t have almost….” He trails off as he begins to sob, bringing his hands up to wipe the tears, but they can’t stop the deluge. You pull him closer and he cries into your chest. “It’s not your fault, Aster. I was responsible for your safety… I… I don’t mind getting hurt to protect you.” You try to console him, but he shakes his head. “But I don’t want you to! I *hic* I just want you to be okay….” He says between sobs. You’re not doing a good job at consoling him, are you? Maybe it’s time you stop thinking like a self-sacrificing shadow, and start thinking like a father. You let Aster cry until he’s calmed down, rubbing your hand gently on his back while he lets it all out. The boy sobs, unloading all the worry you’ve put him through since you were at the altar.

Once he calms down, you lean down as far as you can without straining your wounds and kiss him on the forehead. “I’m sorry I worried you so much, Aster. I promise….” You stop. It’s a big promise to make, but you’re shadowbound no longer, so you’ll have to get used to making them on your own now. “I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, is that okay?” The boy looks up at you, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with tears. You wipe them away with your thumb. “I’ll never regret protecting you, but… I also don’t want to scare you like this again.” You say. The pup leans into your hand as you pet him behind the ears. “... Okay… then I’ll be careful too….” Aster says. He’s still a little upset, but he seems better.

You stay with Aster a little longer. A little bit of his previous cheerfulness returns as he talks to you about the camp, his siblings, his mother and uncle Rogier. Just like his mother, he seems to be the chatty type. He talks to you about all the fun things he likes to do with his siblings, mentioning how going fishing to the creek is his favorite thing to do, you mention that you’ve never gone fishing before and he offers to teach you. “Fishing in Liurnia is really fun, but….” He trails off, hesitating to speak once more. Oh no, did something happen again? Before you can ask what’s wrong, he answers for you. “Are you… staying forever now?” He looks at you, his expression is a little hard to read, but he seems… hopeful. You look at the entrance of the tent. She offered you a place to stay, and you agreed, didn’t you? You want to stay forever, but… Truth be told, there is still a part of you that feels like this is more than what you deserve. A part of you that wants to continue running away. All this time it’s been you who’s the problem. You’re the one everyone had to work around. You’re the one who’s nature put everyone in danger.You don’t feel like you’re worthy of… this. And yet you look at Aster, his hopeful eyes tinted a soft shade of periwinkle. Another oath to keep, another promise you’re making on your own. You may not be worth them right now, but… “I’ll stay… forever.” You answer. He smiles and his little tail wags itself into a blur. If you’re not worthy of them now, you’ll just have to become worthy of them. It’s your new oath, you decide. This is your new fate.

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You approach the Three Sisters once more, the evening breeze blows through the now empty towers. Their owner has departed and their purpose now is to crumble. Were it up to you, you would never set foot here again. But Iji came this way, having discarded his spot by the entrance in an attempt to flee from his pursuers. The large troll footprints make it impossible to conclude otherwise. It’s likely the Black Knife Assassins approached him fairly recently if the prints’ freshness is anything to go by, it happened just this morning at the latest. So you return, but not without caution. All the assassins you’ve found have been dead, their bodies having crumbled to ash leaving nothing but their gear. Iji might’ve dealt with them on his own, but based on the shape of the notches left on the armor, it’s likely that whoever did them in did so with a sword. Wouldn’t Iji use his hammer? Furthermore, all of them had similar marks, meaning all of them were killed by the same person. That’s pretty insane considering it’s a twenty-four versus one match where the one side was victorious. That’s why if there’s someone even more dangerous than the assassins, you need to be careful not to catch their attention.

“I can’t thank you enough for what you did….” You hear Iji’s voice somewhere nearby, you almost call out in response when you hear it again. “Yes… neither Blaidd, Lady Ranni nor the tarnished noticed your presence. Though I have to wonder why it would be problematic if any of them saw you.” It’s coming from the left. You wander over to Seluvis’ Rise, Iji is standing by the front of the tower, talking with someone on the top floor. You can’t see them from here, but it doesn’t look like it’s the unpleasant Preceptor. He would never be seen without his hat. “I see… Well, I’m grateful you took care of Astel and the assassins. I’m not sure Blaidd would have been able to while protecting the little one….” Astel? Was that the name of the thing you found past the Lake of Rot? And was the person in the tower responsible for killing the assassins too? You almost go over and call Iji’s attention, but you remember what was said earlier. This person was kept secret from everyone, even Ranni herself. If you go over right now, it might cause them to flee. You decide to hide amongst the foliage and listen. Perhaps it’s just morbid curiosity, but if something is being kept secret from you, you want to find out what.

Iji stays quiet. Listening to the person at the top. If only you were closer, you might be able to hear their voice. You creep towards the tower slowly so as to not alert either party. “Blaidd and the tarnished have returned to her camp, but I hear he’s recovering well. Lady Ranni did not wait to bid him farewell, but I shall tell him she did if he ever asks. It’s the least I can do to spare his feelings….” Iji says to the entity. From here you can almost make out a whispery voice. You strain your ears to make out what they’re saying. “... he’s always been so loyal to her, and yet she can’t even say goodbye properly? Here I thought nobles were supposed to have manners.” The voice, a man’s, says. Iji shakes his head. Then lifts his gaze up to the skies, the stars have started to appear and the moon is almost full. “I’m afraid Lady Ranni and Blaidd will never get a chance to truly reconcile. The shadowbound cannot be equal to their masters by design… Blaidd could never forgive her on his own terms for her failings.” The figure stays quiet, the evening breeze rustles the leaves off the trees. “... Maybe it’s better this way… I hope you’ll continue to watch over him after I’m gone. It’s unlikely that I’ll be returning….” The man says and there’s a certain sadness in his voice. Iji nods. “Of course. Blaidd may be boorish, blunt and unable to locate his nose with both hands, but he’s a good egg. I would be remiss if I didn’t make sure he acclimated to his new life as a free man.” You can’t be sure from here, but you almost make out the silhouette of the man at the top from here. A sharp, wolven profile comes into view in the dwindling light. Another half-wolf?! You audibly gasp and then immediately cover your mouth with both hands. Iji and the man in the tower take notice, and look around for the source of the noise. Iji looks behind him, trying to spot any interlopers, but the man at the top stares down directly into the bushes where you’re hidden. He steps out closer to the edge and you make out his suit of armor. Thin brass plate, intricately adorned and lovingly crafted, covered by a red shawl that extends up to the hands. His face is still hidden in shadow, but his eyes shine in the growing moonlight. An icy blue one and a faded lavender one. They stare directly at you and you can’t help but hold onto his gaze. The moment extends infinitely long as though a single second could last years. You almost give in and announce your presence when the man breaks away from visual contact. “... It was nothing… Probably some stray critter.” He says, clearly ignoring your presence. There’s no way he didn’t see you. “I should get going anyway… Stay safe, Iji.” The troll nods, deciding to ignore the noise as well. “Very well… With this I mark that you have upheld the ancient concord that binds our worlds together. Though it was a coincidence that joined us, it was comradery that led us to victory.” Iji recites what seems to be some sort of chant or sacred oath. From the tower you feel the soft glow of Grace. “With this I bid you farewell… Lobo of Medía.” With those final words, the man was returned to his world in fading light. So he was a summon from another world? You’ve heard of other tarnished summoning allies from adjacent realities, but you never gave it much thought. What do these other realities look like? Are they different from the Lands Between or are they all the same?

“It is rude to eavesdrop on conversations, tarnished.” Iji says, breaking you out of your interdimensional reveries. Fuck. You stand up from your crouched position, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught. “Sorry, but you can’t expect me to not be curious if you talk about me.” You say, causing Iji to shake his head in disbelief. “Good grief….” The old War Counselor sighs. You turn to look at the tower. From where you’re standing you can tell there’s no one inside. “Who was that?” You ask the troll. “That… was a collaborator from another world. Usually only the tarnished can summon such allies, but I have my own methods….” Iji explains. You nod, crossing your arms. “I figured that much out, but who was he? He seemed to know a lot about Blaidd and Ranni….” Iji shakes his head. “As I explained, he was just an ally from another world. Whatever his reasons are for helping are not for me to say ....” Iji remains stubborn about saying nothing. It doesn’t seem like you’re getting any more out of the troll.

“Huh… well whatever. I came to check up on you. I’m glad to find you’re safe.” You change the topic, trying to get the image of those eyes peering at you out of your head. Iji looks down at you from beneath his mirrored helm. From here you can truly appreciate how tall he is. “Thank you so much for your concern. I’m fine, the assassins are gone and I shall depart from this place soon.” His voice remains as calm as ever, despite the circumstances. “Hopefully we shall meet again soon. I doubt you’d refuse the services of a good smithing hand.” He seems happy. Maybe ushering the Age of Stars in has put him in a good mood. “You bet. I’m sure Blaidd will be happy to see you too.”

You accompany Iji out of the manor, but the strange circumstances on the tower stick with you. Maybe you were just imagining it, but you felt like maybe that half-wolf’s eyes looked familiar.

[gyumibear]

I need to know what was going to happen between Sunoo and Jake please........................... Please Gyumibear.................

ok so! i'm gonna explain their whole lore bc i never got to! ramblings under the cut + a tldr for those who care, but not a lot! <3

sunoo and jake met their first year of hs! sunoo was already close friends w yn and felix, but they had just started dating around this time too, so sunoo was constantly the third-wheel friend. so jake basically became his go to and they became best friends really quickly. sunoo always told jake about his dream of being a model, specifically at hybe models co. jake was always super supportive because he'd thought about modeling too, but at the time was insecure about his looks.

fast forward to two years before the events of create a simp, sunoo and jake were settling felix back in from his move back to korea. sunoo saw that yn and felix were both starting to do well career wise and he told jake "yk i think it's time i go for my dream. hybe is doing a recruitment event in a few weeks and i want to go. will you come with me, just to support? felix will probably be busy." and jake, being sunoo's best friend, he's like of course i'd do anything for you!

so they end up at the recruitment event and this goes down. the real tea on this whole event was that the hybe recruiters thought jake was the one applying and they were so taken with him that they offered him the job on the spot. jake, not knowing what was going to happen after, left to go sign papers. sunoo, left behind, is a little confused but he's like ok good for my friend! but turns out, the recruiters had gotten exactly what they wanted with jake and rejected sunoo.

so sunoo is rightfully crushed and when he gets back to the car with jake, he tells him he hopes that jake doesn't take the job out of solidarity. jake is like "hold up, you didn't get it?" and sunoo's like no bc they chose you. jake, because he's still kinda giddy over the fact that other people deem him attractive, is kind of a dick and he's like "well a win for me should be a win for both of us, right?" wrong! sunoo basically tells him that he's a leech and that he stabbed him in the back, waiting for the perfect moment to steal his dream. he tells jake he shouldn't have brought him and that he doesn't want to deal with jake anymore after this betrayal and jake is like fine whatever! you make everything about yourself anyway because you're insecure! (projecting a little bit) jake feels bad, but this opportunity really boosted his self-esteem, so he assumed that sunoo would probably just get over it.

no dice though because sunoo goes cold turkey, blocking him on everything. felix is also a bit distant with jake because he's not a neutral friend at all and yn is outright not talking to jake either because she's getting all this information while in a whole different continent so she's like wtf how dare he! bc sunoo is spitting downright vitriol, jake is like wtv you guys all suck! lowkey he does feel really bad, but what's done is done. especially if the group just dropped him like trash anyway.

now for what brought them back together!

while beomgyu was going through the events of chapter 28, jake decides that someone in their dwindling friend group has to stand on business, so he literally shows up at sunoo's house. he knows if he was to just call or text sunoo, he'd definitely not answer or block him if he wasn't already blocked but if he appears, he'd most likely take a second to hear him out.

sunoo does, because jake literally pours his heart out. how he regrets how everything went down, his insecurities with his looks, how it felt to be seen as someone with potential. how bad he felt that he stole sunoo's dream. literally tears spilling down his face and everything and sunoo's like... ok it's been two years and i'm a professional sugar baby /j anyways so who cares. (sunoo still became a model, but for a smaller company but he's content with that anyway bc felix also pays for basically all his stuff smh) and he admits that he missed jake's presence as well.

and so the next day they hung out and made up for lost time, which is what is seen in chapter 30 when sunoo makes his snap featuring jake! (yn was floored when she finally saw that by the way because she was still a certified jake hater.) but yes! that's the sunoo/jake lore! they made up and they came back stronger than ever.

tldr; jake and sunoo had a spat because jake took a job opportunity sunoo brought him to. sunoo thought jake was a snake, jake thought sunoo wasn't happy for him. they separated for two years and made up when jake finally had enough of being without his literal best friend and stood on business to apologize.

[bardictwink]

just fr venting about my weird ass living situation

god so i've been in like... i don't wanna say it's an abusive living situation but i've essentially had the roommate from hell for two years. met her through work and we're friends. decide to take on the lease w/ her because there was one more empty room. i think i might have ignored signs because she had issues with other roommates before but i also had issues with the one (in hindsight i think the other girl might have been fed up because she was definitely being treated the same way by someone who was like, 7 years older than her lol).

this is all like spring summer 2022. things are going okay. we find another roommate who is pretty chill.

so, at this point we're sending the rent money to my one roommate and the company that owns our building takes it out of her account. she asks us every month to give her rent. she just completely stops paying the rent all together and i keep getting emails and court dates because theres like 4000 dollars owed in backdue rent that was never paid

all while she gets increasingly more hostile in behaviour, blaming everything on me. not cleaning up after herself and saying it's me. etc etc

she also steals my clothing and goes into my room w.o asking me to take said things. i would buy groceries and she wouldnt buy anything and just eat my stuff. ask me to get things like coffee and milk and make her and her longterm situationship (lol) coffee.

somehow manages to pay it all off. tells everyone in our personal life it was in fact, my fault she didn't pay her rent at all (while taking my money) (she said it was because i never bought groceries and never paid my rent). wasn't aware she was saying this so idk if it's just no one thought that was important info. since i didnt know this and we had signed on for another year i was like... maybe i can forgive this whatever, we're friends.

since we're the only ones on the lease and the other roommate isnt, we now have rent split in two and half comes from mine and hers. she is supposed to send me the remainder i'm owed from my other roommate. never sends it so i pay half the rent and am stuck in a cycle of poverty. continues to not buy groceries etc. continues to not clean except wjen she feels like it. leave huge messes, but gets mad if u like. forgot to put a sock away (sends photos on messenger with a ? mark)

still doesnt pay her rent at all so we owe 2500 again.

she has a full time job and makes more than me but she has a shopping addiction or something lol. i remember telling some friends and they thought drugs or something but like. it is fr clothing. the actual cost of the current place isnt that much with 3 people splitting rent + utilities.

anyway now we both found new places and we're both moving out in july. i was having trouble finding a place and she would ask lik "ooohhh what are u going to do? *pleading eye emoji* and then i said i was planning to move in with a certain friend and she went to tell that person that i'm an awful roommate and dont clean up after myself but thankfully my friend knows she's INSANE and has to be blameless. and idk. it just felt like such a weird thing to do when you know someone is trying to find a place to live. it's not like im moving out abruptly. she found a studio????

there was just soo much weird behaviour i felt like i was going crazy. any time i got sick or had a cold she would get super weird and defensive and tell me i'm a hypochondriac. and i mean like, over me getting a cold or the flu. i've called off work maybe once or twice in a year and she would get super weird about it and blame me for getting sick. this woman lies in bed most of the time she isn't working but if i decided to sleep a cold off... it's like the end of the world. but i thnk it's bc she was leeching off A UNIVERSITY STUDENT WHO WORKS PART TIME AND BARELY MAKES MORE THAN MINIMUM WAGE so obviously if i miss a shift it's a big deal (i was working like 25 hrs a week which is wayyyy too much for a student and since i had student loans i could afford to work less but whatever. my expenses have been needlessly higher bc ive had to deal with this)