#bp writes

[bluemantics]

When he looks in the mirror, sometimes Keith searches for Shiro. He tilts his head, eyes tracing his nose, his hair, wondering if blinking hard enough will change things. It never does. 

Keith knows it’s stupid— Shiro isn’t actually his brother. It’s just difficult for him to watch that empty seat in the dining room, hard for him to hear the deafening gaps in conversation Shiro would fill. 

So he looks, and he tries. When Allura approaches him to strategize, his mind races to Shiro’s normal responses. If Pidge seems to work harder than normal, he lectures her, ignoring her muttered “isn’t that rich, from you.” Hunk cooks and Keith remarks on how delicious it tastes, thanks him for feeding the team. All of this leads to stares. 

Nothing is seamless anymore, not even waking up. He has to walk by Shiro’s room every day. One time, he stepped foot inside, and left immediately after. Shiro’s walls closed in and suffocated him, pressured him. It still feels wrong to be occupying any space where his echoes ring out. 

Black is no different. She reminds him that she knows, she knows he is not Shiro, tries to comfort him with soothing pulses. Yet all he can see when he looks through her eyes is someone who is smaller, angrier, and vulnerable. He can’t get comfortable in his seat. Keith never envisioned himself at the helm of anything, much less the team designed to save the whole universe. When he’s alone, and thinks of it too much, a gap between his ribs aches. 

This team might be destined to save the universe, but Keith Kogane was never destined to lead it. 

The worst times are when he forgets. He lets himself feel eased, laughs with the team like it’s natural, issues orders without deliberation or second guessing. In those instances, guilt weighs on him like a thundercloud. How could he have felt so familiar in someone else’s role? Keith quickly retreats, reminds himself of his place. Not the helm; he’s the stand-in. 

All this self-loathing would be so much easier if it weren’t for Lance, badgering him constantly. Day in and day out, his new “right hand” constantly pushes him. 

“Join us for dinner or I won’t participate in tomorrow’s training exercises.”

“Team movie night! Your turn to choose.”

“Are you sure that’s the right plan? I’ve been thinking—“

It’s fucking annoying when he’s thinking, but it’s all Lance seems to do. He offers up opinions constantly without being asked, shows up to meetings between Keith and Allura, knocks on his door after difficult missions. Keith can’t remember doing any of this when he was supposedly Shiro’s right hand. 

“Why are you always on my tail, Lance?” Keith demands after a particular comment. 

“Because you need it.”

Lance has a new confidence when he speaks, a bravado that doesn’t need flowery words. His voice is sure. 

Keith knows he’s right. Part of him secretly relishes Lance’s feedback, uses his presence as a crutch. Another part of him is ashamed to rely on anyone at all. Shiro stood tall as a lone watchdog over them and barely needed help from anyone, much less the mess that was Keith. It makes him doubt his older brother’s judgement in choosing him for Black. 

He’s exhausted from questioning himself, his brother, his teammates. At night, he tosses and turns, and every time he tries to train, Lance stops him—or worse—joins him. Keith has a looser grip on his sword and his words at night. Control slipping, he worries he will say the wrong thing as Lance takes him down with newfound skill that only time and practice bring. 

“Since when did you get good at this?” Keith heaves from the ground, chest rising and falling quickly. Lance stands over him, smiling widely with pride. 

“Since you needed a new sparring partner.”

Keith notices Lance doing this a lot lately, anticipating everyone’s needs. Suddenly, Lance wraps Pidge in blankets, tells Hunk not to worry about a broken gadget, and comforts the Alteans by listening to their stories. 

With a pang, Keith realizes something: Lance is a better leader. The whole team probably knows it by now. Effortlessly, Lance fills new shoes without so much as a complaint, while Keith flounders trying to shove his square-shaped self into a circular opening. 

When Shiro comes back, Keith doesn’t even register the differences between This Shiro and His Shiro. He grew up with nothing, so he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Instead, he did what he’d been itching to do since he first stepped in Black. 

Keith ran away.

When he’s alone in his quarters at the Blade, he looks in mirrors. He searches for traces of Lance and sees none. Hands cold and stiff, he covers the looking glass with a sheet, unwilling to stare back at an unworthy face.

[killiaia]

Roseanne

Hi ! Killiaia here. I'm a new writer and a girl group enjoyer ! Hope you like this blog. English is not my first language, so if you see some mistakes, my bad !

Rosé x Male reader, 1.3K Words

Triger warning : Ass play, choking, breeding kink, name kink.

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Rosé loves the fashion show. She loves the outfits, the atmosphere and the models are great too but right now she’s horny. Like very horny. The reason ? You. 

You are not aware of that but since the beginning of the show, you were protecting her and helping her. But one thing stood out. Your voice. It makes her horny. Why ? Since the beginning of the event you were like “ Be careful Roseanne. Miss Roseanne, we have to go. “ 

The way you say her name triggers something in her. But right now she can’t do anything about that. She’s stuck between two celebrities, watching the show. She sighs and  looks around her, trying to find you but you are nowhere to see. 

“ Your Bodyguard is quite hot. “ Say a voice to her right. 

Rose turns to the voice and fakes a smile. 

“ Oh, you think ? “ 

Rosé knows that you are hot. You are not only bodyguard but also her boyfriend. Of course your relationship is a secret, only the members know.

“ Yeah. “ Say the woman. “ Is he single ? “ 

“ No. “ Lie Rosé with a stern voice. “ He has a beautiful wife. “

“ Shame.” 

Rosé wants to say something but the show is over. She excuses herself and starts to find you. 

She sees you chatting with some guy and approaches slowly. She touches your arm and you turn to her. 

“ Show is over ? “ You Ask.

“ Yup. But I still have to take some photos later and wait for the designer. “ Say Rosé. “ Do you mind if I take him with me ? “ 

�� No, of course not.”  Say the man.

You nod to the man and start following Rosé inside the place. 

“ Can you check this ?" Ask the Idol. 

“ The closet ? “ 

“ Yup. “

“ Why ? “ 

“ Just check it ! “ 

You checked the closet and Saw nothing wrong with it. It's just a closet. You are going to say something when you feel yourself being pushed. You want to say something but the lips of Rosé shut you down. She closes the door with her foot and locks it. 

Your hands travel to her ass and squeeze it. A moan escaped her lips. The lack of air makes you stop the kiss.

“ Wow.” You say.

“ I’m quite horny. “ 

“ Really ? “ 

“ Yeah. The way you say Roseanne makes me want to suck your dick. “ 

You smile and cup her cheek, your thumb over her mouth Rosé starts to suck it. 

“ In this case. Be a good girl and suck my cock..Roseanne. “

She drops to her knee without a second thought. You help her with your belt and toss it on the ground. Immediately your pants and underwear are at your ankle. Your cock is already hard. Rosé was so hot tonight and the kiss didn’t help either. 

No time for roleplay, Rosé takes your entire length in her mouth.

“ Oh my fucking god Rosé “ 

Rosé says nothing, she keeps bobbing her head like crazy. Her mouth feels incredible and you try to think  about something else because you don’t want to cum right now. 

She stops bobbing her head and with a “ pop “ your dick leaves her mouth. You want to say something but Rosé licks your entire length and starts sucking your balls. She strokes your dick and it feels amazing. The combination between the licking and stroking feels like heaven. 

You knew that Rose is very talented with her mouth but tonight it clearly the best blowjob you ever had.

She's looking at you and it’s fucking hot. Tonight Rose is hungry and needs more. 

“ Fuck my mouth, baby. “ Say Rosé. 

You take her head with one head and your dick with the other. Slowly you slide your Dick in her mouth. Rosé and you moan at the same time.

“ Ready baby ? “ 

She winks and you start trusting in her mouth. Her hands on tour tights, Rosé take your entire length. You trust in her mouth like a madman. The feeling is amazing, Rosé does not only suck your dick, she licks it and with one hand plays with your balls. The feeling is overwhelming.

“ Baby.. “ you say with difficulty. “ I’m going to cum.. “

“ That’s the point. “ say Rosé. “ I want your cum in my throat, right now. “

It’s difficult for you to not cum right now. The sight with rosé on her knees, your dick in her mouth, it’s like heaven for you. 

“ Oh god.. Ro..Rosie.. “ you stutter between moans. 

“ Fucking call me Roseanne. Tonight I’m not Rosé, I’m not Rosie, I’m not Park Chaeyoung. Tonight, I’m YOUR Roseanne. “ 

“ In that case, I want to cum in you Roseanne. Hands on the wall, bend over. Show me that pretty ass of yours. “ 

Rosé winks at you. She gets up and kisses you on the mouth. She turns around and shakes her ass, you laugh and spank her. Slowly Rosé leans on the wall. She bends over and says to you. 

“ Come on baby. I need you. “ 

You approach her, dick in your hand. You lift her dress and you are surprised to see that she’s not wearing any panties. You lean into her back and whisper in her ear. 

“ No panty Roseanne ? You naughty girl. “ 

She laughs but her laugh dies when you enter one of your fingers in her pussy. 

“ Oh yeah.. Harder please. Add another one. “

Her wish is your command and you add another one. You trust two fingers and Rosé moans so loud you have to muffle her mouth with your other hand. 

“ You like that Roseanne. “

“ Choke me. I want to cum. “ 

Once again you do what she tells you to do. One hand on her throat and two fingers in her, Rosé fucks herself with your fingers. 

“ That’s it baby. Fuck yourself. Go on, be a good girl for me Roseanne. “ 

It’s the climax for Rosé and the beautiful blackpink’s member cums on your fingers. She made a mess. You have to lift her or she’s going to fall on the ground. Your fingers are covered with her juice and you lick them in front of her. Rosé takes your face and kisses you hard. The kind of kiss where your teeths collide.

“ We are not over Roseanne. Hands on the wall again.” you say. 

Rosé says nothing and leans back again. This time, you lift her dress again and start trusting in her. 

“ FUCK YES. “ scream Rosé. 

“ You were so good fucking yourself on my fingers, do it again with my cock this time. “ 

Rosé literally fucks herself on your cock. You help her by trusting in her with speed. Feeling horny, you take your thumb and put it in Rosé's mouth. The Australian suck on it with love. 

“ I’m going to finger your asshole Roseanne, is that okay with you ? “ 

“ YES. All my holes are for you baby. “

“ Good girl. “ 

Your thumb left her mouth and you spread her ass cheeks. You start by circling her assshole and the moans made by Rosé indicate that you are doing a good job. Her cheeks jiggle with each thrust, her walls are warm. You left her asshole and took her by the hips, increasing the speed. You lean back and whisper in her ear. 

“ You are going to cum and next time, i’m going to fuck your ass. “ 

“ Yes.. Yes.. “

“ Come on Roseanne. Cum. “ 

“ I’m cumming ! I’m fucking cumming again. “ 

Your speed increases again and you lift her petite body off the ground. You feel her legs shaking and her walls tighten against your cock. Her second orgasm is more powerful than her first. 

“ Cum in me baby. “ say Rosé with a small voice. “ Fucking breed me. “ 

It’s the final straw for you. You cum in her pussy. You came so much it makes your dick leave her pussy. You stumble against the shelf and Rosé goes slowly on the ground. Both of you breathe hard. It takes a whole minute before someone talks. 

“ Since when you have a breeding kink “ you say. 

“ I mean it baby. “ say Rosé. 

She starts cleaning herself with some tissues in her bag. She passes you some and you start doing the same. 

“ I want a baby with you. “ 

You lift her off the ground and kiss her. 

“ Then we have to train ourselves. “ 

Rosé laughs and kisses you again. You are so in love with her.

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[ilycove]

And here he is again.

Toasty’s grip on your shoulders tightens, hugging the air out of your lungs. His fingertips dig into your skin, indenting a mark onto you. His face rests on your collarbones, burying himself beneath your bones.

They feel your hands in their hair, undoing the braid you had put in earlier in the morning and gently scratching his scalp, combing through the waves the braid had left. They let out a sigh and squeeze your waist.

A meek voice claws its way through, the vibrations from his mouth sending shockwaves through your neck. “Do you have to leave?”

Soft laughter escapes the bine of your throat, pressing a kiss to his ear. “I can’t just stay here, darling. I have to go home eventually,” your hand cups his cheek and lifts it away from your neck, swiping your thumb over his cheekbones. “I’ll be back soon. Maybe. Hopefully.”

You fix their glasses and caress their hair, messy from being attached to you for so long. They looked gorgeous even when they were a mess. A domestic smile creeps out from your teeth.

And it feels like he yearns for you. He wants more of you even when you’re in front of him, when you’re still in his arms and you don’t have to leave at this very moment. He wants your dreary mondays and your secrets. He wants everything. He wants nothing. He just wants you.

You start to pull away from their embrace, but a tug on your hand stops you. “Don’t go.”

“What? Toasty, you know I can’t just–”

“–But that’s the thing, you can. We can- I can make room at my place. You don’t have to leave.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached up to brush hair away from your face, his eyes swirling with desperation. “Please?”

A chuckle comes from the depths of your heart, a sorrowful smile stitching across your mouth. “I still have a job. And clothes back home. And literally, like, everything I own.”

They shrug, traveling their hand upwards to grab your forearm. “I can ship everything here. And who says you have to send in your two weeks? Just, disappear off of the Earth with me.”

Your laughter grew louder, an honest sounding melody fluttering from your chest. You look back at the plane you have to board, and suddenly the butterflies in your stomach turned to moths. You rub your thumb over Toasty’s cheek again, a bittersweet taste coating your tongue. “Darl, I have to go home. I’ll be back soon, I swear it.”

His fingertips dance further up your body and hold your cheeks, an unreadable expression on his face. “You swear it?”

“I swear it,” you repeat as you kiss his palms softly, pulling further and further away from him as you grab your bags. “This isn’t a goodbye. I’ll see you soon, my love. I’ll call you and bug you about the potential baby that is on the plane and complain about it for hours.”

“Oh, but of course,” They roll their eyes affectionately and lean towards you again, pressing a kiss on your temple. They whisper against your skin, “I’ll see you soon.”

Toasty doesn’t like this part. He doesn’t like watching you go. He doesn’t like the pit in his stomach, or how his eyes are watering, or how he doesn’t get to hold you anymore, or how he finally understand that this; this is what solitude is.

All’s well that ends well, they suppose. It’ll be alright. They’ll convince you to stay with them one of these days.

It’s alright that his passenger seat is too empty for comfort, it’ll be okay. He’s okay with waiting for you a little longer.

You’ll be home soon.

[plumbus-central]

band practice

[flowercrowngods]

ugh they’re in my head, i want them to say “i didn’t know. i didn’t know it was like that for you” and “it’s okay, really. it’s not as bad as you think” and i want them to lie and i want them to know it and i want them to smile at each other and “i think i’ve always been in love with you but that was insane. too real. i’ve never had anything, how could i have you?” and “you’ve had me. i think a lot of the time, that made things harder for you” and “maybe, but it made them worth it. with you, everything is” and i want them soft and gentle and finally, finally okay

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i've been very far home, my heart | nightowl (blooming panic)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags; established relationship, hurt/comfort, feelings of inadequacy / low self worth, gn!reader (they wear heels and have manicured nails, but otherwise nondescript. no gendered language), role reversal, arguing / messy human behavior, suggestive towards the end, they are implied to be the same height 🫡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ wc ; 3.7k (added 500 to wc in editing. ok)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n ; bro idk what happened here FDHJDKDKJ. my sleep meds were making me feel super hungover, i got a little cooked on the devils lettuce and then wrote this?? and it wasn't bad lmaoaoa??

i really like this blonde twink ive known for three days. he is like. so extremely, hilariously my type and exactly like several ppl i've dated so this end up being a reflective piece on being a giver n navigating adult relationships.

title is from where we go by jelani aryeh

The bathroom light is on.

It’s spilling underneath the door frame when you come in from work later than usual. It’s busy season, with new clientele - all of which require socializing around drinks and expensive dinners to secure them. It’s nearly 1am, and you’ve taken two Ubers to get back home from the restaurant all the way across town that you’ve been mingling at since nine.

You closed the deal though, and your boss (perhaps seeing the visible exhaustion in your eyes) has given you the go-ahead on taking a few days off. The consulting part of your financial advising job could wait until Monday, which was a relief to hear. You came home expecting Nightowl to be up. He’s always up this late, and when he is - he rarely limits himself to one room in the apartment. You have a routine to it. You sleep in the dark bedroom and Owl tries not to make so much noise as to wake you.

You texted him you’d be late, and he’d read it but didn’t reply. Too worn down to think anything of It at the time, you slept on two car rides rather irresponsibly and were unsure of what to feel when your apartment didn’t have any lights from the outside upon arrival. Youwalked in after that, wondering if your eyes had been playing tricks. But the house was still dark, both upstairs and down stairs - in the bedroom and in the office. The only place you could find any trace of life was in the bathroom.

You’ve only left your bag on the couch downstairs. Worry makes your brows furrow as you turn the door knob to your shared bathroom and walk in. The clinical scent of bleach is the first thing to grasp your senses, jolting you awake from the haze of steam and leftover buzz of alcohol.

You cough a little, and find Nightowl on the bathroom floor. There’s a bottle of peach soju on the counter, and a few open packets of developer and mixing bowls. Owl is drunk already you think, or at the very least tipsy, moreso than you. The hot blush on his skin makes you think he’s been at it for a while. You try not to monitor his liquor intake too much, but the concern you feel is immediate and not helped by where you find him.

His body is slumped against the gray wall closes to the tub, sitting on the tile with a different bottle in his hand. His phone is face down beside him and he’s not noticed you come in. Your frown deepens as your heels click slightly on the tile. Crouching down at the knee, you reach your hand out for his forehead. His skin is so hot it’s scorching. You sober up almost instantly.

Even in his inebriated state, he seems to recognize you. His smile is wide, but you don’t feel like it reaches his eyes.

“Oh, so you decided to come home after all!”

You smile sadly followed with a curt nod. “Sorry.”

“Don’t really see what the point is in you apologizing when you’ve already been so late,” He says jovial. You try not to let it sting. You remind yourself that he’s drunk and stifle a sigh again. “But welcome home!”

“Were you gonna bleach your hair?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Yeah,” You reply, choosing to sigh that time. His lip wobbles a little and you try not to say anything more. “Do you want help?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

You mumble something about being right back and Nightowl hums in affirmation. A feeling washes over you. Bone-deep exhaustion crushing your lungs and making you wheeze when you step out of the bleach-scented bathroom. When you’re distance enough away that he won’t hear you - closer to your bedroom door, you breathe in and out, calming yourself down. After you feel more centered, you open your shared room door and take a stool from along the wall, bringing it with you into the bathroom. Nightowl doesn’t turn his head to look at you until you place it. Sharing a glance with each other, he gets up on his own and sits himself on the placed stool dramatically and you give him a weak smile through the mirror he doesn’t bother returning.

You’re quiet as you leave the door open a touch to make sure the steam doesn’t overheat you both. Shrugging off your suit jacket, you fold it and hang it on the towel racks behind you. You unbutton your sleeves and roll them into neat folds on both arms, and before digging into one of your bathroom drawers for plastic gloves. Sliding them onto your manicured fingers, you pick up the bowl of developer from the side of the counter and mix it using the provided brush until it’s all smooth.

Nightowl is unusually silent through the entire thing. If he weren’t fidgeting, you could barely tell he was there. It’s so difficult to see him that way. You try not to blame yourself too much.

“Gonna start,”

“Uh-huh,”

A longing passes over you in the warm, sterile air. The coolness from the A.C. in the rest of your apartment dries down the sheen of sweat your accumulated while out socializing. Your feet are killing you and your shoulders are aching and your lungs feel like you can’t get enough air out of them. That’s busy season for you. The price of your job with all of it’s stability and benefits is the annual stretch of months where you are so busy you feel like you are drowning.

It’s one thing to be so mind-numbingly busy when you’re single and only worried about not dying. Another though to have a partner waiting for you, who you love and would like to be with - who you’ve admittedly not done well in paying attention to. You’ve tried you think. Made some attempts, but it doesn’t feel good enough and it certainly isn’t enough for Nightowl. You know that, too. You look down at where your hands are applying the bleach, dazed - using only muscle memory to apply it to the roots and strands of his hair. You want to touch him. To press kisses into his spine, drunk and elated, and press your cheek to his shoulder and confess your undying love until he’s giggly all over again.

The thought of adoration soothes you. Makes you smile to yourself even amongst the unforgiving atmosphere. Nightowl doesn’t care for that, his face growing even more frustrated.

“Thought of something fun? Glad at least one of us is having a good time.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror. He looks away when he sees how pained you look, and you shut your eyes trying not to react. “Sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” He frowns, though he seems more sad than you.

“S—“ You clear your throat and laugh humorlessly at yourself. “Okay,”

You go about your business. Many things cross your mind but you can’t wrangle your thoughts into anything cohesive enough to say. Your jaw tightens a little, like your mouth wants to practice syllables it can’t remember. The distraction of rubbing bleach into Nightowls roots is welcome. His hair is a lot healthier than it used to be, after a year of forcing him to use hair masks. You admire as you brush through the strands, and Nightowl seems to lost in his own thoughts to say anything in protest. He probably hates this silence more than you. He’s uncharacteristically stiff, and there’s no smalltalk to distract from the surroundings.

You’re not feeling well enough to try and remedy it. Allowing yourself to stonewall and sit in the discomfort is about as much as you can do to reach a hand to your relationship. You probably can’t make it better, but you can do your best not to make it any worse.

“All done,” You mumble, just loud enough for him to hear. You slide the gloves off and toss them into the trash “We should sober up before bed. Hangover before bed sounds awful. Did you,” You hiccup. “Want some?”

He doesn’t reply to you. You press your lips into a flat line, feeling somewhat sorrowful but ultimately resigned. “I’ll make some anyway. And set a timer too while I’m down there. Just, uh - join me. When you’re done here.”

Before you turn to leave, he grabs your wrist. You’re taken aback by the sudden gesture (though there’s not force in it), turning around to look at him. His face is red. Wet tears pool on the corners of his straight, black lashes. Blinking a few times in surprise, you reach your hand to wipe them from the corners. Muscle memory. You find your love for him defined that way. He doesn’t flinch away from the touch, at least.

“Don’t you have something to say to me,” He insists. You frown in genuine confusion, a sad smile pulling at your mouth.

“Thought you told me to stop saying sorry,” You repeat with no malice, smiling a little. “That’s all I’ve got though.”

His lower lip trembles again and you try not to laugh. “God. How could you be so. God.” He sniffles a little. “You could cuss me out. Or like, I dunno, just get mad in general. You’re supposed to be mad, I was,” He cuts himself off.

You laugh a little tiredly, bending down to press your forehead to his. The flush of his skin against your own makes your heart murmur his name. “I don’t have anything to say, my heart.” You assure, smiling. “We’re both pretty tired. But I have tomorrow off. Let’s cool off and talk tomorrow. “Okay?”

“Okay,” He says back, still simmering. “As long as you’re here tomorrow.”

Your heart stings. “For the next two days, promise. I’ll toss my work phone if you want.”

He cracks a smile like that. “Might have to take you up on that, cutie.”

The familiar nickname eases you a bit, making you laugh. “Whatever you want.”

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Morning comes unyielding and indifferent, like always.

Sunlight filters through the curtains as your eyes peel open and try to get adjusted to the light. There’s a weight on top of you, and the sound of steady breath. Another heartbeat thumps alongside yours and before you can make much sense of it - you catch the freshly yellow blond roots of your lover as he lays on your chest.

You went to bed last night not even facing each other. The image of him reaching around for you in his sleep and ending up in your arms feels like divine intervention. You admire how perfectly he fits there. Your eyes trace of his features. Thick, straight brows, skin like light gold, a straight nose and full lips. The shock of blonde suits him strangely, makes the dark lines of his other features pop. It’s rare you get to look at him so closely, even more so lately.

The intimacy of his flaws makes your stomach flutter, texture in his skin and eyebags and all. You crane your neck to kiss his hairline and think about returning to sleep in the cocoon of warmth. The cradle of soothes you, makes your eyelids heavy with sleep again. You think it’d be nice to sleep in more, but you don’t want to squander anymore time with Nightowl. Shifting, you pry yourself away from his grasp and tuck him into blankets. You’ll wake him later.

You’re quiet as you tiptoe around the house and get your affairs in order. The bathroom first to shower and brush your teeth, then downstairs to start on breakfast. You take the ritual of it to calm down and ease the leftover nerves of your stomach. It was better to save any conversation for sobriety - so you don’t regret it. Still, you feel a fear lingering. A nagging voice in the back of your head as you flip pancakes and cut fruit and pour juice.

The eerie silence of Saturday morning pushes you to reflect. It’s rare you fight like this. Even more rare that Nightowl reverts to that kind of angriness, which is why you find you can’t get upset. Not even the sound of sizzling and frying can keep your mind from wandering.

Inadequacy is familiar. An old winter jacket, too sizes too small and ill-fitting but full of your own personhood. One of the things you and Nightowl bonded over a long time ago.

You did well in school, in college, made a career for yourself. It’s making up for the rest of you, you think.

At least you’re good at your job, even if the rest of you is not worth mentioning. The ghost of feeling like you are, in some basic and intrinsic way, not good enough likes to shake you every now and again. Not friend, nor partner. It’s not something you easily get rid of, despite how far you’ve grown past it. Or around it. Or ahead of it. Wherever you’ve ended up, occasions come that knock the feeling loose from your deepest memories. You work hard to cover for it.

You like to logic your way out of the guilt when you’ve poured so much into it and people drift. A self-fulfilling prophecy. Usually that works. Tuck your emotions into neat compartments, throw yourself further into your work, don’t drink too heavily or be alone with anyone for too long. Ignore everything, do it by yourself so you’re still worth something, wait until it’s over. Eventually it all comes to pass, and you come out of the other end alive - but alone.

You can’t do that anymore though. It’s hard to remember that. Isolation is no longer the answer, because there is someone (multiple people, really) who will feel lonely without you. Even if it’s unfathomable to you, even if it’s hard to remember. The consequences creep up like this, and your left with the emotional void of making a bad situation worse. Sorry is the only word you know. There are so many things to be sorry for.

You’re so lost in thought you burn a pancake and have to toss it. You also seem to miss the presence of another person in your shared space until Nightowl comes and wraps his arms around your shoulders. Turning the heat down, you shift to face him. He looks exhausted but he must’ve come down after washing up.

“You’re awake.”

“Mhm.” He says, still sleepy. A smile pulls at the corners of your mouth. “So are you. And you’re making me breakfast.”

You laugh. “I am. So, go sit down.” And then, a little more serious. “We have a lot to talk about but I’d rather do it on a full stomach.”

“We’re in an argument and you’re still taking care of me.” Sadness bleeds into his words.

You reply without skipping a beat, going back to the stove to pour some more batter. “Well, its not like I don’t love you anymore.”

There’s a long, long pause of silence that alarms you once you recognize it. Once you hear sniffling, you whip around again to see Nightowl weeping a little as he leans against the counter. Alarms go off in your head, once again turning the stove down. You wrap your arms around his waist loosely, bending down to get a closer look at him. He’s cover his face with his hands.

“Ugh,” His voice is thick and heavy. “Can you not be so nice and perfect and angelic? I’m trying really hard to be mad at you and I’m failing like a loser.”

You can tell there’s some sincerity in his words, though you ignore the first half of his statement. “I don’t want to make you feel bad.”

He pulls away then, looks at you incredulous. “You’re so,” His hands curl at your chest as you hug him slightly. You’re confused but don’t say anything. “God, you’re so frustrating.”

“Sorry,” You say apologetically. “Don’t mean to make you cry either. Feel like I’m going that a lot. We should really eat.”

“Don’t want to,” He whines a little as he says. “Just. I want to kiss and makeup already.”

You smile a little before humming.

“We should talk about it, then.”

Nightowl just nods, and you take that as permission to just go. You do your best to get the words out.

“I really love you,” You say first, and then sigh. Nightowl clings onto you tighter and listens instead of interjecting, which must mean he’s feeling serious. “And uhm, was already feeling bad about myself. And then I got busy which made it worse cause I couldn’t really you know… be there for you, so I ended up pulling away to figure it out alone and then got even busier. Which was isolating for you, and I’m sorry for that. It’s hard to like.. I dunno. Lean on you. On anyone.” You laugh a little. “Is that too vague?”

“It makes sense to me but…what were you feeling bad about, even?”

“Well I was busy before that, so I just felt shitty about being a bad partner to you. In general, don’t feel like I deserve you but then you know,” You sigh “It was shitty of me.”

“Are you kidding me?” He says. His face is twisted in a pout. “You’re seriously being all mopey ‘cause you think you’re a bad partner when you’re like… literally the best ever? Like, that I’ve ever had?”

You’re too surprised to say anything. “Is that not why were arguing?”

“I mean,” His frown deepens, and he presses his face against your chest. “Ugh. So embarrassing. I am upset because you’re so busy and we haven’t spent time together but that’s like… totally not your fault, yknow? I’m being super clingy and I was just… really lonely yesterday.”

“Sorry for making you feel lonely.”

“Stop apologizing or I’m gonna bite you, ‘kay cutie?” He says seriously. You relent with a worrisome smile and encourage him to keep going. “I was getting like… all pathetic. Cause I thought you didn’t want me anymore, didn’t even occur to me something was wrong. I’m so sorry about that, about all of it - god. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. I hate that it still gets so bad when we've been together so long. I just missed you so fucking much. And I think so highly of you, I couldn’t help but be all torn up about the idea that you were pulling away cause you didn’t want me.”

“I do want you. I’m just surprised you want me sometimes.”

“You’re dumb,” He whispers with no bite at all. “That’s my line. You’re like literally perfect to me.”

“So we got in a fight ‘cause we needed to be with each other,” You say with a long pause, then laugh. “How silly.”

“Guess so,” He says back with a little frown. “Are we okay?”

“We’re okay,”

You share a brief moment of comfortable, understanding silence. It feels easier to breathe. Even though it’s messy and foolish, you love being with him. It makes you feel real and whole - wanted to be missed that much.

“I missed you too by the way,” You reply with utmost sincerity. “Only thing I thought of all night was how much I wanted to hold you.”

“You’re making me blush.” He says with a loopy little smile. “Y’mean that?”

“More than anything.” You reply. “I like being with you. I like taking care of you. I like that you’re needy and jealous and temperamental.”

“Stopppp,” He groans and you laugh aloud, leaning forward to place a kiss on his jaw. “Not that I hate being told what you like about me but it’s making my tummy flutter.”

“I like loving you,” You say with some finality. “I feel really shitty when I feel like I’m failing at it because I take pride in being good at that.”

“Jeez,” His face is bright pink when you pull away. “You shouldn’t think of yourself so little, yanno? Not that this is a surprise but yesterday I was like, totally acting awful to you. I really am sorry I let it get that bad, I was just really worked up. Even right now you make me so happy, it feels a little unfair to me. I want to be with you all the time. So sometimes when I can’t I just get like… awful. And stupid. And want to throw a bunch of dumb tantrums about it.”

You nod in understanding. “It did hurt my feelings but I really didn’t feel like it was undeserved.”

“It was totally undeserved!”

You crack a little smile. “Agree to disagree?”

He grabs your face with both hands, knocking your foreheads together. “It was undeserved, no take backs. I’m sorry I hurt you and always will be. Stop being so nitpicky about yourself, kay? I’m literally crazy about you.”

“Me too,” You crane your neck to kiss his palm where it cradles your face. “I adore you, baby.”

“I like being adored by you,” He says with a sweetness that makes your heart melt. “I like loving you too of course, but attention is… nice. You know.”

He makes a face at you as you say this that you can only describe as a grin, before pushing himself forward to press a long kiss to your lips. You laugh a little into, smile splitting your face at the intensity he kisses you at first thing in the morning. Over and over, pulling and pushing - giggling as you chase his mouth as he pulls away.

“We kissed but I dunno if we’ve made up,” He says. Concern briefly passes over your expression. “Got some really good ideas about how we could do that.”

You give him a flat look but can’t contain your laughter.

“We should really eat breakfast,”

He puts a hand at the top of your waistband with lidded eyes and smiles. “There’s something else I wanna eat first though?”

You pretend to be exasperated.

“Jesus. We just made-up and you wanna fuck already?”

“Duh. That’s like, the best part,”

You snort. “We’ll go once and then I’m making you eat breakfast even if I have to force it down your throat.”

“Ooh, feeling rough I see,”

You snort. “Yeah, guess so.” You shoot him a little look, leaning into whisper and nip at his ears. “On your knees for me, baby.”

He giggles a little, giddy with mischief in his face. “Mmkay,”

He presses a cheek to your clothed thigh, lovesick. “I love you,”

You can’t help but laugh at his choice of when to say it and simply reply back in full adoration. “I love you too, my heart.”

a/n ; ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE? sorry for being the ceo of yapping im insane

i just want to like. give some insight on this fight bc im worried it seems onesided. reader has low self esteem and really beats themself over their own expectations in everything. they isolate when they're overwhelmed and work was already doing that to them. and then things got busier, which meant there wasn't really time to repair the relationship between them which is why nightowl gets as mad as he does.

nightowl is deathly afraid of being unloved and abandoned, and he get a little caught up in his self hate that they fail to realize something is going on with their partner. so he lashes it out and it feels warranted but he gets like guilty bc reader doesn't react to the goading any differently

i think nightowl is a very complicated but incredibly familiar character. he's a little selfish but i find him incredibly endearing and i have a strong desire to dote on him and monopolize him. which was the intent for this fic. but i ended up just exploring real life relationship dynamics between a character like this. very selfless x selfish. they love each other and find fulfillment in this. i love them.

[mothmanavenue]

can i confess something else that will absolutely get me stoned in the town square since im dropping my unpopular opinions. I don’t like altean broadsword Lance. i already disliked red paladin Lance. the broadsword was like rubbing salt in the wound. why couldn’t he have his own niche. why was his character development just making him keith. i understand that it was like “he accepts that he doesn’t have to be a leader and excels as a co-leader and you can find happiness that way yada yada yada”. but you could’ve done that without making him keith. also now give him something unique, cool, that falls in line with his sniper bit. i’m not saying just give him another gun, im saying give him something quiet and lethal. like a garotte. yeah i want garotte lance.

i yap a lot more in my notes by the way if you were interested in other unpopular opinions. don’t send me hate messages or comments i won’t read it and will block viciously i also will not be debating this this is my hill to die on <3

[periofthesea]

𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

can you tell the brainrot is slowly consuming me? Anyway, while I am a Toaster girlie through and through, all the bloomic boys get me a little silly

i want to write hcs for all of them so let's see if inspiration hits

enjoy ~

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If you’re someone who’s into a domestic life then living with Quest is a dream

Absolute malewife, the image of him in an apron not only makes me feral but it will happen pretty regularly once you finally move in together

You come home from work, exhausted and frustrated, but when you open the door to your house the smell of cooking hits your nose and there he is, looking a bit like an angel himself 

He always welcomes you home with a soft smile and an even softer kiss

The word angel on his lips is like a prayer, one that he repeats often, muttered against your lips, or against your soft skin, or whispered into your hair as you fall asleep in his arms

Work Song by Hozier.  Enough said

Quiet moments where you’re curled together on the couch, and you’re trailing your fingers across his tattoo’s, mapping them out with your fingers. Maybe you trace his scars too, and at first this makes him self conscious, but if you lean in and kiss them he may actually melt in your hands

I honestly imagine Quest owning a pitbull, like.. It fits him so well. Def a rescue, a shy dog that is glued to Quest’s side - he def carries that dog around and somehow the dog looks small in his arms

There really isn’t a safer place than being in Quest’s arms. He’s such a big man but.. He holds you like you are the most precious thing in the world, and honestly? To him? You are

He loves going on dates with you, and if you’re someone who likes to dress up or wear makeup he will sit and watch you get ready with this look of awe in his eyes.. He just,, never thought he would have someone like you in his life. His angel…

But as much as he loves dates, he also just loves the mundane with you. Going grocery shopping? Picking up prescriptions? Doctors appointments? Doesn’t matter. If it’s with you he’ll go anywhere

While he is very gentle and such a kind person, he can be rather teasing and he speaks with the confidence of a man who knows the effect he has on you. But don’t worry, you have a secret ace in your sleeve that works every time. Cup his cheeks and look at him with genuine adoration and earnestly tell him you love him and he will go a little speechless, cheeks red and everything.

There’s never going to be a moment where you’ll feel unloved by Quest. Impossible. You are his angel, after all

-Peri

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[that1foxthingg]

whatever. go my fandroids

also theres this creature that i made months ago,, he is currently sitting right next to me in my bed as i speak

[boiling-potato]

Hmmm, any specific character to interact with Luck? (This gives me an excuse to draw a character in my style, and it can be repeated or someone else's)

Ackk, I want a male member!! but just for Luck, I think I'll do a special member that actually escaped a few years ago :]]

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New Faces, new friend?

"They're here again." The soft, blue-haired angel groaned softly, clearly annoyed as he looked at the picked flowers he had worked so hard to grow. A certain twin duo always bothered him by destroying his work, and their childlike insults had been relentless.

He walked towards the noise of crunching leaves and footsteps... of a person? Just one person... Huh, that's odd. Those two never separated themselves from each other. It couldn't be the other members, since they knew the angel who worked so hard to grow these flowers; they had made it an unwritten rule not to disturb him... except for the twins, of course. But this was just one person. He walked towards the sound, now even more curious. He suddenly stopped in his tracks to see a long black haired girl, one he didn't recognize. "Maybe it's a new member?" he thought to himself. He looked down at her hand and saw the flowers she was using to make a flower crown.

After a moment of silence, the girl took a step back, clearly cautious and rightfully so, considering her state. "A lot of new faces around here, so many have changed after I left," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, raising the flower crown she was making and finishing it. This confused Luck; he processed what she said and wondered, "Has she been here before?" After another moment of silence, he finally opened his mouth to say something.

"Those... are my flowers," he said, not in a mad or aggressive way, but with a hint of disappointment. Lunie raised an eyebrow, looking at him and then back at the flowers in her hand. It took her a while to process what he said before responding, "Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to take these. This garden had always been my hiding spot before you got here, and I often made myself at home in this part of the mansion. I just thought Casimir suddenly got into gardening, and I thought I'd just... I don't know, piss him off?" She chuckled dryly, looking at him.

"That's not a very wise thing to do," he responded in a soft tone. She hummed in agreement. "Believe me, I know... Tell me, what's your name?" she said curiously.

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Lunie has been a visitor way before the others still aren't but she refused to be one of them so she escaped, How? no one knows since she's just a human. One of Trickster's favorites for sure, she often keeps escaping but often being dragged back by Trickster and I just thought how funny it'd be if she came back with new faces to be either worried about or befriend! :33

[lesbianjunimo]

period comfort, bloomic style

i'm about ten years late to this game but better late than never!! title says it all. i started writing this on my period but then it took me like a whole week to get done with it so i'm not even on it anymore LMAO. oh well

these are written with gender neutral reader in mind, tho they do have a uterus for the sake of the prompt lol. i also use the username lovelylola for them, for simplicity's sake. i imagine these as taking place after the events of the bulk of the story, but before you guys meet in person. i may make a follow-up of what they do when y'all finally live together if i feel inspired enough haha

Quest:

lovelylola: i know i said i was going to bed early to sleep it off but it hurts so bad lovelylola: can we have our usual call after all? Quest: of course, angel <3

He hated the fact you were in pain, but he also couldn't help but feel honored that you felt comfortable sharing your pain with him, going to him when you were hurting. It felt so good to be trusted like that, especially by you.

When you joined voice, Quest almost choked on the water he was drinking. You were so. Fucking. Cute.

There you were, curled on your side in bed, wrapped in blankets, smiling through a pained grimace. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him. "Hey, handsome."

"Hey, angel," he replied softly. Immediately, his caretaker tendencies took over. "Are you drinking water?" A nod on your end. "Did you take any medicine?" "Yeah, but I think we can officially cross Aleve out of the running, too; it isn't helping anymore." You winced and curled in on yourself, a cramp shooting through your lower belly, almost as if your body was bragging about the way it resisted your attempts at easing the pain.

Obviously this was something you'd learned to deal with, and it was natural, you weren't in any danger...but Quest still couldn't help but feel like he was letting you down somehow. Damn, he wished he could be there with you now. He so desperately wanted to take care of you. It's what you deserved.

"Is there anything else to try?" He asked. "Mmm, I have my period demon." "...Your what?" You laughed as he arched his eyebrow in confusion and lifted his water for a sip. To Quest's surprise, you pulled the blankets from your body and angled your phone camera down to your midsection. This time, he did choke a little. He managed to mute his microphone just in time to hide it from you. With your phone angled the way it was, you couldn't see the way his face reddened slightly, or the way his eyes wandered. He took in the loose top draped over your body, the way it rode up slightly and exposed a bit of your stomach. And those sweatpants resting low on your hips...you were so damn beautiful. He was the luckiest man alive for you to feel this comfortable with him.

"Anyway, his name is Gengar, because when I opened him up on Christmas and saw his face I thought it was a gengar plushie at first. Cute, isn't he?" Quest snapped back to reality. He had heard you speaking the whole time, and not fully processed it until now, but he was catching up now that he was done...admiring. Sure, that word fits well enough. He realized what you had angled your camera down for was to show him the heated, lower-belly pillow with a sewn-on face and little horns. Ah; this must be the period demon.

You angled the camera back up to your face, a content smile on it from the memories you had just shared with him. Your shirt had slid down off one of your shoulders, and some bedhead was definitely already forming from your time spent tossing turning. Quest cleared his throat.

"Yes. Very cute, angel."

Xyx:

lovelylola: hey not to be a bother but lovelylola: would love to hear your sexy accent rn <3 lovelylola: to ease my unceasing suffering (my period cramps) xyx: rip xyx: as you wish

"That was the easiest time I've had getting you into a call since we met, I'm pretty sure," you said when he joined you in voice chat. "Oh, so now I can't be nice to my doll when they're enduring 'unceasing suffering?'" He rested his chin in his hand, his usual smug yet fond grin appearing. "That is not what I meant and you know it."

The two of you both laughed. You often closed your eyes when you laughed, and Xyx took the opportunity to get a good look at you while you weren't able to see his lovesick eyes - he could never hide the love in his eyes from you, even when he was doing his best to guard his heart when you first met.

You were on your side, in bed. It occurred to him he'd never seen you anywhere but in the chair at your desk. And you'd never seen him anywhere but in the chair at his desk. ...He hid a wobbly smile behind his hand when the thought came to him that he didn't mind this view. He could get used to it, even. The only way it could've been better was if he was actually there, could reach out and pull you to him...

Your laughing fit was interrupted suddenly when you groaned in pain and curled in on yourself. "Don't - don't make me laugh, Xyx," your eyes were open again, gazing at him with a weary smile. "It hurts."

Laughing hurts, hm? He couldn't help but be reminded of when you first made him laugh on a tough day; you told him you were terrible at tongue twisters, but he still hadn't expected you to be that bad. Or that cute. The laughter both helped and hurt him, that day; helped because he needed it, and hurt because it made him realize he was falling again...and that was a painful thought, at first. It was before he knew you'd treat him, and his heart, and his mess, with all the sweetness in the world.

"Oof, that's going to be tough restriction, doll. No making you laugh? Not even when it sounds so lovely?~" You grinned and giggled, hiding the lower half of your face beneath your sheets.

"Is a giggle like that off limits, too?" He continued. "What about a nice chuckle? Maybe even a snicker?" You snorted, your eyes closing in glee yet again. Xyx watched, eye full of both smugness and adoration.

"Mmm...I think I can allow those. None of them seem to make my cramps worse. They do make my cheeks hurt from smiling, though," you said. "That tends to happen a lot when you're around." You smiled at Xyx tenderly, and he offered an equally soft one back...for a few seconds. Then came the grin.

"Are you saying I always leave you sore, love?~" "Haha, stop, you'll make me cramp!!"

Nakedtoaster:

nakedtoaster: ffxiv? lovelylola: nnn...not tonight. cramping nakedtoaster: understandable lovelylola: can we still call, though? hearing your voice would be a balm to my aching uterus <3 nakedtoaster: ...don't ever write those words in that order again nakedtoaster: but yes. I'll be in voice lovelylola: <3333

"I take it saying your voice will sooth my sore womb is not your favorite way for me to call your voice sexy?" Those were really the first words out of your mouth when you entered the call, yes. Toaster's cheeks turned red, and they frowned in that adorable way they always did. "You could say that," he huffed. You laughed. At that sound, all the grumpiness from your teasing left him in an instant and a soft smile appeared on his face instead.

"Are you holding up okay?" They briefly glanced away from their screen and looked at you, on your side in bed. "You look cozy, at least." "I'm definitely cozy now that you're here to keep me company." "You-!" Toaster squirmed in their seat, pulling their microphone closer. You smiled brightly, affection sparkling in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just...you're so cute, Toaster. Teasing you a little helps me forget that my guts are trying to kill me." You propped yourself up on your elbow as you spoke. "I'd hardly call that only teasing me a little," your boyfriend mumbled. You snorted. "Okay, maybe a lot." You winced before you could continue. Toaster frowned, this time out of concern.

They turned away from their gaming monitor. "Even teasing me a lot doesn't make it go away, though, huh?" "No, unfortunately," you grimaced, sitting up. "But don't worry your pretty pink-haired head about it, yeah? I'm gonna go downstairs and heat up a water bottle. Don't miss me too much.~" Toaster rolled his eyes, huffing a laugh at your parting remark. Once you were out of both eye and earshot, he got to work.

Minimizing FFXIV, for just a moment, he started searching. They reasoned that, since you were using a water bottle as a heating pad/pillow, you must not have had one. And what kind of boyfriend would they be if they didn't remedy that as soon as possible?

When you clambered back into bed and came back into frame, heated water bottle in hand, Toaster had a smile on his face. "Wow, is it that fun when I'm not around?" They scoffed at you while you giggled. "You don't have a heating pad or pillow, do you?" He asked you. You shook your head. "Nope. I gotta get myself one of those cute heatable stuffies; you know, the ones shaped like animals? Those are adorable."

"That's what I thought," Toaster smiled to himself. You watched him move his mouse around, clicking on a few things, before opening FFXIV back up. They looked at you before they started playing again.

"I wouldn't worry about getting yourself one of those anymore; you've got about three different ones on the way."

Nightowl:

lovelylola: pspspspspsps nightowl: :3 ? lovelylola: hi <3 can we call? i'm having a uterus moment (tm) nightowl: askdhskdfhs nightowl: anything for my cutie!! (`･ω･)ゞ (i'm using this in place of that one salute emoji they use on the bloomic server LOL)

Nightowl looked at you with gentle eyes when you joined him in vc. You knew when you asked that he'd call you as soon as possible, but you hadn't expected him to be in voice before you could even crawl into bed! Honestly, in restrospect, you weren't sure why you were surprised.

"How you are you doing over there, cutie?" He asked, unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you snuggled up under your covers. "Mmm...not great. But seeing and hearing you helps." You watched as his face lit up. "Awwww, you mean it?" "Mmmmmhm! You're my painkiller tonight."

Nightowl let out a laugh and smiled widely. "Happy to help. What can I do?" "Just talking to me like this is enough. Ramble to me about architecture? I love hearing you talk about your passions." You watched as your boyfriend's happy smile melted into a lovestruck one right before your eyes.

"You...you make me so happy, cutie. Really." There was a brief pause where neither of you dared speak. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that."

And indeed he did. He talked about his favorite style of architecture for a good while. He asked you yours, to which you said ancient Greek because 'adding all those columns was a sexy design choice,' which made him almost fall backwards on his bed laughing. Once he could stop giggling, he taught you the types of Greek columns.

"Okay, now that you know what they're called, which style is your favorite?" He asked. "Corinthian, for sure. They went all out on those." He chuckled a little, but before he could respond, you were hit with a wave of pain. You curled in one yourself for a moment, letting out a small groan.

"You okay?" The worried voice of your boyfriend came from your phone. You offered him a weak smile. "Yeah. I just...I wish you were here, nightowl."

"I wish I was there, too, cutie," he responded immediately. He leaned closer to his computer as he continued speaking, seemingly not even realizing it. "I wish I was there so I could get you that ice cream you like and bring it to you in bed, and heat up your water bottle for you whenever it stopped helping, and give you my hand to squeeze when the cramps get bad. And so we could cuddle. Shit, do I want to cuddle you so bad." By the end of his little declaration, you had hidden your face in your patterned sheets, your face bright red. "Nightowl..." you murmured, voice muffled ever so slightly behind cotton.

"Holy shit," he said softly. "...What?" You lowered your sheets down to just below your eyes. "Even your sheets are fucking adorable."

[screwzara]

Guess It's Gonna Stay This Way

[Masterlist]

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Chapter 1: It's A Start, I Suppose

"I can't go with you, there are others who need assistance as well", The Guide calmly explained to the creature

It seemed restless, it's tail swishing about as it tried its best to convey the anxiety it felt

"Perhaps you could join me then?", she suggested, which was promptly met by a soft bonk to the head, seems like it wasn't too keen on that idea either

"Well this isn't going to work then...", so there was a horrifying, possibly eldritch monster with the mental capacity of a scared child with abandonment issues that refused to leave her alone but did not want to be seen by anyone else which was sort of impossible since she usually spent her time going around and guiding lost people through this labyrinth of a forest

...not an ideal situation but it'll have to do. At least this creature hasn't attacked her for however long they have been wandering together

It made some sad noises as its hand rested on her shoulder, it sounded like whining. It was...a little pathetic but who's she to judge? She's met many folks, from the most normal ones to the most unhinged and deranged ones, a whiny, clingy anomaly isn't the worst she's dealt with before

"Hm, you can still accompany me to help other lost travellers. You just need to eat this-", The Guide hummed as she took something from her bag, grabbed it's main hand and placed it in its hand, "I don't have a name for it but eating it should make you invisible to the naked eye"

It stayed still as it took in the new sensation in its palm, it was old, crinkly, very...dry. And flat. Hm, interesting. It 'looked' at the Guide, wondering if she'd be able to see him anyway judging by the confidence in her tone.

It was about to put the 'treat' in its gaping mouth when the dry thing moved suddenly, startling the poor thing. Like any other scared soul would, it shook the moving thing off its hand and shrunk in slight fear.

Must've been more jarring for it since it can't see

"Oh! Sorry, yes, I forgot to say, you have to eat it alive to get the effect", she chuckled awkwardly as she picked up, what it now assumed was some kind of bug native to the forest they were in, and sheepishly placed the bug in its hand again

It decided that eating it quickly would be best.

She didn't know what she had been expecting when she told it to eat, the sight of the attempt at eating, nearly choking and the coughing and wheezing that followed after it ate the bug was... uncomfortable, to put it mildly

"Now that that's over, let's go. I heard someone shouting in the distance", The Guide gestured at it to follow her

It did not, one, because it was wondering how she heard something it did not, though perhaps that was because its hearing was...limited at best. And two,...well it was obvious.

It took the Guide a moment to realise her mistake, "Sorry! Sorry, I forgot you can't see", she cringed visibly as she gently grabbed it's hand and led it

It was eerily for a while, the ever-eternal darkness that surrounded this forest was looking, threatening, and the wild life within this region did not help soothe any worries.

The silence was broken by a quiet, curious hum from the creature as it silently, sloppily, slithered along with the Guide. She looked at it, mildly confused before answering what she thought was likely it's question to her

"Yes, I can see you. Certain folks have eyes that can see through certain magical effects", she answered in a hushed tone, the silence of the forest loud and unbearable but oddly comforting for one such as her, one who has been here for...a long time

It hummed before returning back to its silence once more. Huh, guess she guessed its question correctly

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Part 2?

@boiling-potato

What basically started this AU lol

Edit: I posted this to AO3 by the same fic name lmao, I'll be crediting every OC I use for this AU :)

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[swagging-back-to]

at this point i've fully shucked off the feminist label.

since its creation, feminism has always been about equality.

equality does not exist, and even if it could, it is not something i want.

i want female liberation. total female liberation. not just of humans but of all females. i want separatism and the freedom to just exist.

i know this will never happen, just as equality never will. but im sick of striving for this false 'utopia' where women and males are treated exactly the same and have the same shackles! bc yayyy isnt that so much better?

why would i want that ?? why would i want to be stooped down to males levels when it's clear they can never measure up to ours?

i'm not going to falsely parrot whatever every other feminist of the time is saying, because it doesnt matter how many voices we raise. the vast majority of women will never speak up, and even among those who speak up, significantly less will ever DO anything about it.

until every woman is fighting for liberation, we will never be able to beat ALL males---who are actively or passively fighting for our oppression.

yet, most women arent even willing to stick to a vibrator. the reality we live in is women will never be free. we will never free ourselves. and no one will help us, but us.

[ilycove]

Xyx’s hair tickled the base of your neck, his arms slithering around your waist and gripping like a vice. “I think the odds are in my favor today.”

You refused to acknowledge him for the time being. You’d asked the receptionist at the hotel you were staying very politely that you needed two beds, and here you were. In his arms. Which was nice, you loved him and he loved you and he was really warm, but it would be even nicer if he wasn’t being such a smug asshole about all of this. “This is only something that happens in bad fanfiction.”

“Oh, don’t act like that doll. You love me.”

You covered up the fond smile that was growing on your face by rolling your eyes. “Some days. Now I’m wondering why we’re even together.”

"So what I'm hearing is," he grabs your jaw with gentle fingers and places kisses where your jaw and neck meet, more smile than lips. "You admit that you love me? That you're sooo obsessed with me?"

"Oh my god," You feel laughter bubbling up in your throat and the faux scowl that once covered your face has been replaced with something more genuine. "You suck."

You feel Xyx's teeth against your skin. "And you're in love with me. What does that make you?"

"A fool."

He hums, closing his eyes and chuckling. His smirk is nothing but mischievous, you don't dare to trust him. "I was going for mental, or deranged even, but sure."

"I'm gonna punch you." You roll your eyes again and make an attempt to move your hands, but they're pinned to the side of your head before you can even go that far.

Xyx's eyes are now open and cunning. Like a devil, you think. Like a really pretty devil. "With what hands?"

Your guard is let down and you barely notice him leaning towards your face, pressing angel-like kisses all over your face. You sigh. "You suck."

"You've said that before. Are you just so in love with me you can't think right now?"

You kick him in the shin and give him a quick kiss to his lips. "Don't push it too much."

Xyx laughs and you swear to everything that is righteous and holy that it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Your limbs are entangled and you could swear you hated him a minute ago, but when he's this pretty you forget why.

You push a strand of hair away from his eyes and he leans into your touch, kissing your palm softly. His laughter starts up again and his demonic smile returns. "Eww. You're being cringe right now."

You shove him off the bed. You remembered why you hate him.

[whispersofthepurplevalley]

"Can I lay by your side

Next to you

And make sure you are alright?

I will take care of you..."

Midnight haze covers the sky. Laced in dew, the easterlies softly caress the back of my neck, as if to ease the ache of your absence. Chosen by art, you must leave behind the one you adore to attend to the souls who crave your attention. It is a fate you’ve chosen for yourself—with my permission.

Nights are usually my refuge, a quiet space where my thoughts wander freely, away from eyes that half-see me, unburdened by cruel scrutiny. But tonight is different. Your absence invades all my thoughts. Every street I look at, every corner I turn, I search for you, hoping—foolishly, perhaps—to see you walking towards me.

You say distance fuels love in its autumn with longing, and maybe you’re right. For I long for you with an urgent need, a pull so deep I can hardly contain it. My guiding light, the life of my soul, the music to my songs, the rhythm of my heart—can you abandon the world you are in, just for a moment, to be with me in the world I am in?

-Sabina Yesmin

P.C - X

[bbina]

ANOTHER!!! key visual for business proposal !! i just keep winning 😍😍😍