#but whatever it is i have a feeling yuo just did it again'

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

what i do really like about 13 (i say as if theres only a few things?) is how instead of the casual insults previous doctors would throw at bystanders, she'll throw out casual compliments. it's a great improvement i hope it sticks

[strawberryya]

notice me!

pairing: jihoon x reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend has a hectic life, but he usually has at least a little time to spare for his girlfriend. Now it has been two months since he last spent some alone time with you and you're losing your mind just a little over it... luckily, angry make-up sex can solve any problem!

word count: 2.1k

genre/cw: smut, angry sex, also make-up sex, established relationship, feeling neglected in relationship and bad ways of handling said feeling, unprotected sex, manhandling, light choking, fem reader, musician/producer! woozi.

rating: 18+

a/n: I had a moment a couple weeks ago where I wrote this whole thing in one hour in the middle of the night, and then I forgot about it and now I'm in shock just a little bit... anyhow, yay angry sex with wooziiii

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

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You watched your boyfriend of two years looking at his phone, scrolling mindlessly across whatever app he found more interesting than his girlfriend sitting on the other end of the couch. You were barely wearing anything, a large t-shirt barely covering the sexy lingerie you had put on for tonight. 

“Jihoon, it’s been two months.” 

You wanted him to notice you. He had barely been home at your shared apartment for weeks. You knew his work was demanding, and that he gave it his all no matter what. But you have been feeling neglected lately. He had been coming home late, crashing on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed. Only giving you a chaste kiss before running off to work the next morning with a groggy “Sorry I missed dinner last night,” as a greeting. 

He hadn’t touched you in two months. You had counted the days, and after three weeks you were wondering if he wasn’t stressing too much about the latest album. After six weeks you had been feeling too horny for your own good, and your toys weren’t fulfilling your needs anymore. You wanted to feel him again. It didn’t matter how many times you came. It didn’t hit the spot. After two entire months of him being abstinent, you had begun getting snarky at the smallest things he did wrong. 

Jihoon looked up from his phone at your statement. He carelessly scratched his chin, making your pussy clench at the memory of those perfect hands being all over your body once upon a time. “Two months? Of what?” 

“Of you acting like a damn nun,” you said, dead serious. 

“A nun?!” He gasped out. 

“Yes! A nun!” You shouted back at him. 

He looked you over, sitting at the other end of the couch, dolled up more than usual and staring at him as if he had offended yuo great grandmother by existing. Then it seemed to click in his mind. “Oh,” was all he said.

Two months? Had it been that long? He knew very well that he had been resisting his urges, but he had managed for two entire months? He had been so busy with the new album, he had been staying late at the studio every day and waking up rushing back to the studio to put the new ideas he got during the night into reality. Two months without sex, and a pissed off girlfriend because of it. 

“I’m sorry?” 

You looked at him like he was an equation, mouth open just a bit as you stared at him in shock. “You’re sorry? What the fuck does that mean?” He was so clueless, you thought as you watched the dumb face he was making. (You still wanted that stupid handsome face of his to eat you out until you cried, but that was besides the point.)

Jihoon knew he had fucked up, you were pissed off and picking a fight, and he hadn’t made it better by not even knowing that he hadn’t slept with you in two whole months. 

“Do you even care? Because you don’t seem to care one bit about it since you didn’t even know! Do you not like me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you in love with someone else? Why the fuck would you go and cheat on me?!”

He stared at you in complete surprise. Cheating? “Hold up- hold up! What are you talking about?!” He said, flabbergasted at the way you seemed to have drawn the most far-fetched conclusions to this problem you could’ve possibly thought of. “I’ve been busy with the comeback! Please, baby, why are you acting crazy?” 

He shouldn’t have said that, he knew it the second the word left his perfectly plump lips. 

“Crazy? Did you just call me crazy? You haven’t seen crazy, you fucking asshole!” You shouted as you stormed out of the room. You were packing your bags, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore you wouldn’t be the one to stop him from moving on and sleeping with whoever else he wanted. Because it sure as hell wouldn’t be you after he had just called you crazy for noticing that he wasn’t interested in you anymore. 

“What are you doing?? Why are you messing up the apartment? Are you leaving?” he shouted, seemingly surprised that you didn’t feel like staying in an apartment that he was hellbent on making a girlfriend-free zone. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” you grunt, shoving some shirts into your bag. You wouldn’t be able to grab it all but at least you could make it with the stuff you were throwing into it for a while. Y9ou could always borrow your friends’ stuff until you could get back all your clothes. “You’re pissing me off and I don’t wanna hate you.”

Jihoon was by the bedroom door now, hands pushing his hair out of his face as he watched you angrily packing your bags. How had he fucked up so badly that his girlfriend wanted to leave him like this? 

“Hate me? Baby, I really don’t know what I did to mess up this bad…” 

Of course, he didn’t understand, because apparently, your boyfriend was a freaking master at staying “pure”. He hadn’t even spent a single thought on you and what he could do with you. He only cared about his music. And you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way if thats how he truly felt. 

“You don’t know?! Look at me Jihoon!” You threw the t-shirt off your body in an angry fit, making your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, to care even a bit about me- about us- for months!! And tonight, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m losing my mind because you won’t fuck me, how stupid is that?” You nearly sobbed as you made it clear that you were frustrated in more than one way. You were so mad at him, and still, you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked so hot even now, his long black hair falling in pretty curls around his face and his lips shiny and pink. He looked so kissable it was like he was teasing you just by existing. 

“You got me all addicted to your cock and then you fucking left me to go through some kind of twisted withdrawal.” 

He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat, you didn’t even care to look at him anymore, you were angrily throwing your shit into the bag on the bed yet again, bent over and flaunting the tiny piece of fabric that tried it’s best to cover your ass. “You don’t even care,” you rumbled as you stuffed more things into the bag. He took in the way the lace set hugged your curves deliciously, he had been so busy with everything he hadn’t even noticed his own cravings. He had ignored it all for so long. 

“Shut up.”

His voice was deep, and commanding. Your breath caught in your throat, surprise and need mixing in an arousing blend that went straight to your head. “Excuse me?” Your movements paused completely. When you heard his footsteps approaching you hastily you looked at him, his gaze was darkened, and your core clenched around nothing as he pulled the bag from your grasp. Throwing it on the ground before he pushed your barely clothed body into the bed. 

“You think I don’t fucking care anymore just because you haven’t gotten dick in a couple weeks? Are you that desperate to be stretched like a little whore?” He growled in your ear, his bulge evident in the way he pressed against your ass. “I care, and I see you. So shut up.” 

You gasped at his harsh movements, neediness soaking your panties in record time. God, you were pathetic. 

“I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I sure as hell haven’t let myself even think about this sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been denying myself it all. But you’re right…” his hand pressed against your throat where you laid face down on the bed, “I’ve been neglecting you. You wanna know why? It’s because I knew that if I so much as looked at you, or held you in my arms while you slept so innocently, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night.” His growling voice set off all kinds of sparks in your core. You needed him, now. 

You pushed your ass up against him, eating a groan from your boyfriend. “Such a little slut,” he mumbled, letting go of your throat and pulling himself back from you completely. You were dizzy from the hold around your throat, his perfect hands remembering just the way you liked to feel them around you. You were about to whine when his touch left your body when you heard the familiar shuffling of his clothes falling off his body. You wanted to see it, take his form in properly after all these weeks. But he was faster, pushing you back down against the bed before you got up. 

His erection pressed against your heat, making you moan as he prodded against the soaked fabric covering your entrance. 

“Jihoon, please,” you mewled, wiggling underneath his firm body. 

“Wanna shut up and let me fuck you then since you’re so fucking needy?” 

“Please, yes! Anything! Please fuck me!” You almost cried as you pleaded with him. 

“Sobbing over cock, you really are such a dirty girl for me.” He groaned as he let his pretty hands smooth over one of your asscheeks, smacking down hard and leaving a burning sting after him. Even that felt good. You needed him more than you had ever needed anything in your life. 

You felt him pull the sticky fabric from your core, pushing it aside in favor of pushing the head of his hard cock against your messy pussy. “I’m about to drown in you later tonight, just you wait.” He whispered before pushing past your entrance, slipping inside, your walls lubing his cock up as he entered. He ignored the way you were so tight it almost hurt to push all the way inside, your moaned pleas for him to go deeper, and the way you were gripping the sheets while he pushed all of himself inside of your dripping heat enough of a reason to push through. It had been so long since he had felt your walls gripping around him that he could’ve spilled his seed into you right then and there. 

He pulled himself together soon enough, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Your ass which you had pushed up to meet his hips at first had been completely overpowered by the sheer force he was fucking you into the mattress with. You were coming for the first time within minutes. Screaming and sobbing as you finally came around him. He continued, repeating to you what a good toy you were, and how good of a girl you had been for holding out for him this long. 

When you were moaning again, closing in on a second orgasm he told you to come again. Lifting your ass up to balance you on your knees and chest, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to reach your clit, pressing down on it while he let his cock slip in and out effortlessly. Your arousal dripped down your thighs. You came undone and sobbed as he continued to overstimulate your abused cunt. 

He continued fucking you until he couldn’t take it anymore, his own orgasm crashing into him with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. 

“That was one hell of an apology,” you said, breathless and still leaking cum, exhausted after having all your pent-up frustrations released all at once like this. 

Jihoon chuckled, a sound you had missed these past weeks as well. He really had been unusually absent in your life. It wasn’t just about the sex, you had missed him a lot. “I’m sorry for not being around as much,” he said, dragging a gentle hand over your back. You hadn’t had the energy to move a once from the position he had dropped your hips from once he had pulled out. 

“I just missed you, I’m sorry for lashing out.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just… next time you should just ask me to fuck you instead of threatening to leave me.”

You were embarrassed now, you had acted like a complete maniac, but my god - if that’s how he fucked a maniac, you wanted to stay crazy for the rest of eternity. 

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[theriverbeyond]

#SPOILERS

ok so I watched arcane s2 act 1 and my immediate reaction is mostly mixed -- I think there was gorgeous art and strong individual emotional beats but I think it all got watered down by everything else -- I did LIKE it, I guess (?) and am reserving full judgement for the whole season until the next 2 acts release, but yeah.

warning for SPOILERS and also critiques below:

the deluge of new characters I have no reason to care about, and whom i am given no specific reason to care about (besides the itty bitty one, and that's just bc they are a child) does not hit. I dojt get it. why are these people special or chosen for the strike squad. they're just randos, and fangirls and one of them is a random dude you all seem to have grabbed off the street (?) also who tf is amara. was she even in season 1 at all?

the integrated music videos felt significantly LESS integrated this season than the last. last season it felt like the "music video" segments were just like.... really well done and stylized parts of the show, here they feel more like clipshows or standalone music videos during which the actual show takes a pause. some of them do advance the plot and all are gorgeously done but like, I dunno. feels a bit much, honestly, especially in a show that NEEDS to be incredibly economical with its time

relating to that, it feels as if nothing really happened at all besides setup, and I guess that was perhaps narratively necessary, but using THREE episodes of a 9 episode season to set up the plot feels..... REALLY wasteful, especially when i feel like those 3 episodes didnt have a tight plot OR tight character focus. everything feels very loose. the timeskip between s1 and s2 is like.... idk! why did we skip that. why didnt we just skip farther. how is Vi suddenly beloved by topside those bitches hate her!!! anyway. there is a lot happening and a lot being set up and, as i said before, a LOT of new characters being introduced and I'm not very emotionally invested in most of them. The differences between act 1 s1 and act 1 s2 are feeling incredibly stark right now.

To me, Arcane has always been a character driven work, so I can forgive it of plot issues if the emotional focus and character arcs are strong. I.... didn't feel that here! and even the big character moments didn't quite hit. for me. like ok CaitVi kissed. but like. they've known each other for a week? Why are they acting married? The most resonant and emotionally intense part of the CaitVi arc in act 1 was when Caitlyn HIT HER with HER GUN, in a way that felt deeply reminiscent of how encorcers probably hit Vi when she was in prison. And that was like at the very end. sorry but the kiss just did not hit for me. sorry. so sorry. you can kill me with Hammers if yuo want to

A lot of characters seem to be making plot centric decisions that simply do not feel within their character. Vi becoming an enforcer -- I literally do not care about the game, it is emotionally inconceivable for show!Vi to do be super down with gassing the undercity. Jinx and Sevika suddenly being buddy buddy is weird, even thought i LIKE it, it just feels.... fast. Jinx's arc, emotionally, feels the best and most consistant, and I feel like there's so much setup happening it isn't given the space it needs to breathe. Caitlyn becoming a facist is like.... fine, I guess. I really like the emotional conflict this inserts to the story but again it just feels inconsistant with her lifelong characterization as someone who is out of place on the force. also didn't she actually get fired lol. why is there a Kiramann supercomputer.

a lot of stuff just feels emotionally really off. Cait going wild with anger in her grief is fine, but then it feels.... bad that the redhead bitch who's CHILD Jace KILLED last season is a villian for wanting revenge also? maybe this is just an inherent weakness of the genre. or the source material. or whatever. i mean season 1 was pretty enforcer-critical at least in the first 2 acts. sorry for wanting a story made by people with money to be consistant in its negative framing of cops :/

l am deeply confused about the Noxian angle here -- I think it serves a meta narrative function of giving Topside and Bottom (aka, all the characters we care about, who hate each other rn) a common enemy to rally against, but there is just. a lot going on, honestly. too much? only time will tell. this all makes me deeply concerned/curious about the governmental system of Piltover though. why is Caitlyn like the town King now. why are they not electing new councilors.

don't even get me started on viktor being undercity jesus

Anyway. things I liked: the opening, especially its contrast to season 1. Jinx & Vi's fistfight was incredible I just wish Vi felt more emotionally consistant BEFORE it happened. I really LIKE jinx being given essentially a second chance in the form of saving and caring for a child in a situation that puts HER in a reversed position from her youth. like OK it definitely feels way out of left field but like, that's fine I guess. I like what they're doing with the kid. the art is gorgeous as always. I love how the enforcer squad is represented like hunting hounds, coming out of the gas. unfortunately i think their gas masks are wildly erotic. anyway. what was i saying?

that's my immediate thoughts. I'm definitely open for comments/explaining, but i really don't like the "it makes sense if you play the game/pay attention to LoL meta" kind of explanations I see thrown around -- it's a narrative weakness to be relying on viewers to know LoL lore, especially on the heels of season 1, which didn't need viewers to know anything.

[owlheartt]

I told myself I have until noon today to keep writing this. Then I have to do my homework. Anyways, have chapter 2!!!

Inspired by @calcium-cat's fanfic OSD, chapter 1, chapter 3, and @limeshiper wanted to be tagged but Tumblr won't let me tag you????

Horror was fine. Well, not fine, but he didn’t need Cross just sitting here. Cross had found a bouncy ball that he was now throwing against the wall, waiting for news on Dream. He was betting it would be a bit, and was beginning to wonder what all Nightmare was planning when the skeleton of the hour appeared in a disheveled rage.

“You’re back soo-”

“Where did you get that?” Nightmare growled.

“Uhhh.” Cross glanced at the clear, glittery bouncy ball in his hand. “I dunno, just found it on the shelf.” He jerked his head to a small bookshelf on the wall. “...Is it not going well?”

“It is going perfectly fine.” Nightmare glanced at Horror, who was napping on the couch. “Change of plans. Go downstairs and get Dream, there’s been some complications. Do not mention my name at all, refer to me solely as Boss. Keep him in one place, preferably not the dungeons, and avoid answering awkward questions. Feel free to decide what the awkward questions are yourself.”

Nightmare raised an eyebrow at Cross, only for the skeleton to jump a little.

“Uh, yes sir! Er, yes Boss! Uh, why-?” As soon as Cross gave his confirmation, Nightmare opened up a portal to Sci’s lab, charging past the befuddled skeleton. That was… bizarre, to say the least. Why not keep Dream in the dungeons? Why call Nightmare Boss? What awkward questions? Why not say dangerous questions? Cross threw a glance at Horror before taking a shortcut to the basement. Was that… crying? He dashed into the cell and. Huh.

Cross stared at the bawling child. This… this couldn’t be Dream. Dream was big and tough and on the offensive. This was just a kid. And unfortunately, Cross didn’t have experience with kids. He glanced around before quickly scooping up the kid. Oh jeez, oh heck. Little hands grabbed his jacket and scarf. The kids eyes were squeezed shut, and it looked like he had tapped out of the surrounding world. Ok. Ok. Cross could deal with this. Maybe.

“It’s uh, it’s going to be ok…?” Cross tried. He adjusted a hand to pat Dreams back, but Dream jerked away. His eyes flung open and he stared at Cross with startling awareness.

“Y-you-” Dream paused, thinking in a way a frightened kid just didn’t. Maybe Dream and Nightmare were smarter when they were kids? Or was Dream just smaller and hadn’t lost his memories and Cross had just screwed up big time? “Who are you?!” The kid finally squeaked. Cross relaxed a little. Dream didn’t remember him. Memories gone.

“I’m Cross, what’s your name?” Was he supposed to know Dream’s name? How much did Dream know? What did Nightmare mean with “awkward questions?!?”

“My name is Dream,” Dream said carefully. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m… I was given orders to take care of you!” Cross said, faking a cheery attitude. What is he going to do with a kid?!?!?!

“Oh, ok.” Dream sniveled, swiping at his nose with a sleeve. He started crying again, softer this time. More hiccupy than world breaking. Cross hesitantly rubbed his back before taking a quick shortcut to his room. This ought to be suitable. He set Dream down on his bed, where the kid quickly curled up on his side. Searching around the room for tissues (and debating if he wanted to part with some chocolate) Cross tugged out his phone.

Crisscross-applesauce: guys hepl

It would probably be a bit till-

FeelingStabby: I’m busy, make it fast

Crisscross-applesauce: howd o youtaek acre ofa kdi

Cross only realized how that must sound after he sent it. That is, if Killer could even manage to read it.

Dynamite: What.

FeelingStabby: i thought you were going to ask something about Horror

Dynamite: Hey aren’t you supposed to be making dinner?

Crisscross-applesauce: buys pleas hlep

Dynamite: Only if you can fix those typos.

Crisscross-applesauce: I MBEGIGN YUO

FeelingStabby: Why do you have a kid with you anyways where did it come from

Cross sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. This wasn’t going to be worth it. His friends would either give obscure answers or would devolve into teasing. It was worth a try. He finally located the tissues and with a bit of reluctance snagged a chocolate bar before sitting on the bed with Dream.

“W-what were you doing?” Dream eyed Cross’s pocket wearily, though he looked too worn out to do anything about it.

“Just texting some friends. Would you like a tissue?” Cross held the box out to him. A trembling hand reached out to it, delicately holding onto a tissue. Dream’s hands were so small. Actually, the whole way he was acting was weirdly small. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, shriveling up on himself so that he’s less noticeable, less of a threat.

“Texting friends?” Dream looked vaguely confused. Had he never seen a phone before? Nightmare did say he was old…

“Uh, yea. It’s like writing a mini letter and then your phone sends it for you,” Cross said. Dream still looked confused, but he didn’t ask further. “Would you like some chocolate..?” Cross held the bar out to Dream, setting down the tissue box between them. Dream eyed it wearily, glancing back at his pocket. Cross had assumed that kid Dream would be more trusting, (from what little Nightmare told them, and how hard Dream tried to convince them to stop fighting) but this kid seemed to be worried that Cross would try and kill him. Maybe Nightmare had told him some scary things.

“It’s perfectly safe to eat, here.” Cross opened the bar and broke off two bits, eating one himself and holding out the other to Dream. Dream stared at Cross’s phone a bit more, then took the chocolate.

“Thank you,” Dream said, though it was a bit muffled by the chocolate in his mouth. After he swallowed, he asked Cross another question. “Who are your friends?”

“Well, there’s Horror, Dust, and Killer. Oh, and Boss, but I don’t think he’s in a good mood right now.” Cross shifted a bit, hearing how threatening his friend’s names were.

“...Boss?” Dream asked. Cross handed him the rest of the chocolate bar (the kid was staring at it pretty intently) before responding.

“Yea, Boss. He found us and brought us here, so we volunteered to work for him,” Cross said. He got the sense that Nightmare wouldn’t want him sharing all of this, but he did say that Cross could deem what questions shouldn’t be answered.

“Just like me…” Dream replied absently.

“Huh?”

“Uhm, the uh, big goopy skeleton said that he found me and brought me here too.” Dream turned away, shoving chocolate into his mouth as if to avoid further questioning.

“Yea, that’s Boss. He finds lost things.” And it was true. They had all been lost, and Nightmare had found them. Nightmare had a tendency to brush it off, “you’re useful to me” or whatever, but he had saved them when he didn’t need to.

“Oh.”

“Yea,” Cross felt pretty awkward.

“...Do you have any games?” Dream turned back to him.

“Uh, maybe, let me look around. I don’t think Boss would like it if I left you alone, so we’ll have to make do with whatever is in here.”

[teyvattherapist]

Write to Me

eh fuck it here ya'll go. pspspsps dain simps come get your food.

Anyways it features my oc, I'm too lazy to rewrite it, and I think this is cute. Sooo, posting it anyways.

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, fluff, soulmate au babyyy, it do always be angst when u squint, dain was a ho as a young man as he should be honestly, oc mention? not massive tho just in the bg, kaeya and albedo making bets

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When he was younger he wasn’t exactly monogamous, sleeping with whatever pretty thing piqued his fancy, his status and good looks lending to men and women throwing themselves at him. He didn’t think he had a soulmate, no lovely voice in his head, he could see colour just fine, and whenever he wrote or drew on his arm there was nothing in return. Not a single scratch that wasn’t his own, nothing. So he did whatever he wanted, there wasn’t anybody matching his soul.

But he was older now, much older. Centuries passed since he was a young man at the centre of many people's hearts. Now he was a disgraced knight and a traveler. He was busy tracking down and destroying the Abyss Order, his traveling companion gone, he had nothing but his duty once more. He stayed away from cities as much as he could, only going in to restock his supplies.

Imagine Dainsleif’s surprise when he woke up one day, odd blue squiggles on the tainted skin of his right arm. It wasn’t anything fancy, a small little smiley face with awful handwriting beside it, a tiny ‘hi’. He outstretched his arm, blinking once, twice, he tried to rub it off. But it didn’t come off. Now? Really? NOW?! He didn’t want to write back, he didn’t want to draw anything. They were more than likely a child judging by the writing, he could just pretend he never saw this.

But they didn’t cease. Apparently when he had rubbed the drawing, it had showed up on them. ‘Yuo real?’ Dainsleif groaned, pulling his gloves on instead. He didn’t have time for this. So Dainsleif ignored it, ignored the messages that sometimes showed up on his arms and he ignored the drawings, no matter how good or awful they were. His duty came first, and he was several centuries old. He simply couldn’t pay attention to it.

But as the years went on the messages began to slow. How many years had passed? Ten? Twenty? He wasn’t entirely sure, his memory blending together, fragmenting and hazing over. Bits and pieces here and there. ‘I hope you’re well, you’ve been quiet.’ A message scrawled on his left arm and he stared at it in the dark of the tent.

‘I am well. And you?’

‘And here I thought my soulmate died. I’m fine.’

Dainsleif sighed, blue eyes flicking upwards at the material of the tent. They deserved somebody so much better. The Twilight Sword was not that somebody. He looked back at his arm, a name, he assumed, was scrawled beside the words.

‘Dainsleif.’

‘Like the sword?’

‘Like the sword.’

“Fascinating. I must be going to sleep now, I have work early. Goodnight, Dainsleif.’

Dainsleif dropped his arm beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How ridiculous was this. The Gods truly hated him to gift him a soulmate when he was what, five hundred and twenty five? His poor soulmate, too. He couldn’t stop thinking about what an unfortunate situation it was for them, perhaps it was the way he showed he did care, even if he hadn’t met them or spoken to them beyond reading the occasional message they wrote.

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You hurried through the hallway, already late for work, the fifth time that month. You spared a wave to Sucrose who was exiting Albedo’s laboratory and she smiled, waving back. You quickly threw open the door to the laboratory across from Albedo’s, entering swiftly. “I’m so sorry Ohm, my alarm didn’t go off again and- Oh!” You stopped, realising there was somebody else in there.

The medical captain looked around the man dressed in interesting garb, smiling when he saw it was you. “Hello, (y/n)! Nothing to worry about. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes! Same rules as before, but try to apply it more sparingly, I don’t want you building up an intolerance until I can find something stronger.” Ohm held out a jar of azure gel but the man was stiff, unmoving. “Teyvat to Dainsleif?”

“Wait- Dainsleif?” You stopped, dropping the papers you had been holding. They scattered everywhere and Ohm tilted his head, periwinkle hair falling into his face, a clear sign of his utter confusion. Dainsleif turned to you, his eyes were stunning, blue and the pupils- he was gorgeous, that was the first thing that came to you and you felt your cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Well would you look at the time, I have to go uhm, annoy Albedo. It's in my schedule. Please lock the lab if you are to leave. Dainsleif heed my orders or I’ll find you.” Ohm stood up, he rounded Dainsleif, grabbing the bough keeper’s hand and placing the jar into it. He then let go and walked away. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned in close. “Be nice, he’s shy.” The doctor whispered and then he was off, shutting the door behind him with a click.

You bent down to pick up the paperwork now that the initial shock wore off. Dainsleif also seemed to snap back into action, pocketing the jar. He stepped forward, crouching down to help you with the papers. “I apologise, your Gods have chosen an awful soulmate for you.” He was blunt, apparently. His voice deep and soothing nonetheless. He held the papers out in a bandaged hand and you hesitantly took them.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty. Even if you ignore me.” Did you really just- You stood quickly, walking by him and to the desk on the other side of the room, the small wooden desk you had claimed as your own. “Ahem, are you injured? I suppose you must be if you’re visiting the medical captain.” You trailed off, sorting the papers neatly on the desk.

“No, yes, technically.” Dainsleif stood, brushing off his dark pants. You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him as he moved back to the captain’s desk to retrieve a glove that matched his other one. Was it worth it? To give up his secrets? To show just why they should stop speaking to him and run far far away? He grabbed his glove and hesitated, looking at the thick material. He shook his head, pulling the glove over his bandages.

“Well, if you’re ever in need of care and you’re in Mondstadt, just write. Ohm has been teaching me how to do what he does. Though I can’t really do it like him yet, I’m still a pretty alright healer.” You offered with a soft smile even though he wasn’t looking at you. Dainsleif hesitated, adjusting his glove. Kind, dedicated to a good cause, funny sometimes. He cursed his feelings.

Dainsleif turned towards you, pressing himself against the desk as if to steady himself. His eyes flicked to the side, he was clearly thinking of something. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodded to himself, and then opened them again. “Ask your mentor about the Twilight Sword. I’m afraid I must take my leave. Write to me.” Dainsleif pushed himself off the desk and with a swiftness you weren’t sure was human, he was gone.

Immediately you brought your nail to your arm, writing gently. ‘I like your cape.’

‘Thank you, I like your cloak.’

Oh he was awkward awkward. Cute. You smiled at the words before getting back to work, these medical reports wouldn’t process themselves, after all. Though his words played through your mind, Twilight Sword.. It was oddly familiar but no amount of examining your brain proved useful, oh well. You’d just have to ask later.

Ohm snickered with Kaeya as they watched Dainsleif breeze by them, practically throwing himself down the staircase and out the door. “I’ll bet you one thousand mora he left the explaining to me.” Ohm spoke when he heard the heavy door to the headquarters slam shut.

“Neither of us are dumb enough to bet that, he absolutely did.” Albedo commented, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The feared Twilight Sword, Bough Keeper of Khaenri’ah brought down by a soulmate, so silly.”

“I don’t know, Albedo, I think it's quite endearing.” Kaeya teased, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but his eye told another story, glinting mischievously. “I’ll take that bet, Ohm. I’ll bet one thousand mora he tells them before he gets back to camp.” He held his hand out and Ohm took his hand, shaking it. Unfortunately, sealing Kaeya’s fate.

“Wait, hold on. I’ll bet one thousand mora he doesn’t do either.”

“That’s the spirit, alchemist.” Ohm shook hands with Albedo who huffed. “We should get back to work.” The medical captain gave a curt nod before he headed further up the stairs and towards the direction of his laboratory.

[mageofseven]

Back again with the request of the brothers and undateables reaction to MC drunk texting them that they love, Love them ❤️

Oh thank you so much for resending this! I'm sorry about the mishap before. I hope you'll enjoy these~ Since you didn't specify, these are written from the perspective that MC and the boys are in a relationship when they text the boys.

Also, I decided to split these up into two posts so this one will only have the Brothers in it, but I will put up a post for the Undateables real soon!

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Lucifer:

The man sighed at his desk, signing what felt like the thousandth paper that night. It was only 1am so the night was still young; he knew he'd be at this till morning only to have to go through his duties tomorrow without rest. It was not unusual for him, but the oldest brother was still feeling a bit burnt out.

Ding.

He paused for a moment before setting his pen down and picking up his phone from the corner of the desk.

'Daaaddy. Mammnk dispered'

Ignoring the name they gave him, the man just stared down at the text. He gave another big sigh.

'MC, where are you?'

'I djnno. I went tk a party with Mammm and Asmo and thyy jsyt went poooff.'

God, his brothers were idiots. What if something happens to MC while they're off doing whatever?

'I'll track your phone then. I'll be there soon'

'Nuuu. I jsut wanna get my phone bacc from Mamsmm'

Oh dear Diavolo...

'Love, you're texting me off your phone.'

'Ooo. Yur rite!'

'I am coming to get you now.'

'Okaaaa bye Daddynm. Love yuo.'

The man rolled his eyes, but smile slightly down at the screen. What was he going to with his Love?

Mammon:

Shit! Where'd they go?! He took MC with him to the casino to help distract the other gamblers as he played cards-- hey don't judge!! He promised to buy them a few drinks afterwards. So there they were, sittin' and drink together when this guy he owes money to starts running up and yelling at him! Of course Mammon had to bail! He told MC to run with him but at one point he turned around and the human wasn't there! He's been rushing around and searching for them for the last twenty minutes. Where did they go??

Bing. His phone went off. The moron facepalmed. He has his phone! He should have been calling them or something.

'Baaaabbby. Im loneyl.'

'Oi! Where'd you go? I told you to follow me!'

'But I waz tlkin to thhe fnny man! He evn boght more deinks.'

Shit. They're still back at the bar. But with him of all people??

'Babe, why ya drinking with that jerk??'

'Im not. Hss wife cam e adn got him.'

Wife? Oh thank Diavolo, Belinda came through for him!

'Stay put, got that? I'm heading back now.'

'Kk I love yuo babbny 😘'

Mammon blushed as he read that last message.

'Ya, ya, just stay put, human.'

Leviathan:

Okay so Levi himself is not really a drinker in most circumstances. He pretty much sees it as another thing normies do and use as an excuse to spend time with other normies. Like, why would he care about something so stupid anyway?

Still, that doesn't mean there aren't exceptions to that kind of thing. Like the new bottle he won from a contest run by the creators of the anime I Partied So Hard That I Ripped Opened The Frabric of Reality And Was Met By My Future Wife Who Is Secretly A Cat Girl From Venus! I mean, it's seriously cool! It's the same brand of Venustian wine that Nyanitia loves in the anime!

Levi was so excited when it arrived that he practically begged MC to come to his room to drink it with him as he played his new video game from Akuzon. Honestly it didn't end up like he thought it would though. The wine barely did anything to him at all. I mean, yeah, the third brother didn't have a lot of experience with alcohol but he thought he would at least feel a little different than normal. Eh, whatever. The effect is kinda lame but it's still from the anime! If it's good enough for Nyanitia then it's good enough for him.

The demon shrugged it off and got absorbed in his video game to the point where he even stopped talking to MC, which wasn't unusual. After dying a couple times, he threw his controller down.

"Uggghh, can you believe that MC--"

The boy just noticed that he was alone. Oh... was he really that boring to hangout with? The Avatar of Envy started mumbling a lot of insults to himself as he picked up the bottle.

"Was my gaming that bad? Or was it the wine?" He mused sadly. "No, I bet it was the wine. It barely did anything to me so I doubt it effected them either...."

He starts reading the label on the back, skimming till he reads a section on alcohol level. Level for demons: mild.

"That explains it..." He grumbled, continuing to read in his head.

Level for Angels: low medium. Level for Humans: HIGH. WARNING. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF HUMANS.

Oh...oh no. What's gonna happen to his Henry?? Are they gonna die?? Is Lucifer gonna kill him??? GAH! Where did they go--

Beep. His phone!

'Leeevvvvvi. I fels wooozy.'

Panicking, the boy typed back.

'Where are you??? Are you dying???'

'Nuuuu. I'm jsyt wwwoooosh.'

Gah! What does that even mean?? Before the demon could respond, he got another message.

'Leeeevvvvi chan I lvoe you~.'

The boy's face and ears blazed red. I mean, yeah, it's not the first time he's heard/read them say that but still! Now isn't the time for this!

Another message.

'Sweeeeetue. Coem love me 😢'

The demon let out a panicked yell and charged out his door. His foot collided with something and he heard a whine.

"Sweeeeetie why?" MC laid on the floor of the hallway, pouting and looking more hurt emotionally than physically.

Still panicking, Levi picked up the human and brought them back into his room. He laid them in his bathtub and start researching the affects of Venustian wine on humans.

Boy nearly collapsed from relief and exhaustion when he found out they only had a sip and shouldn't have any health issues from it.

Ends up apologizing a million times over and becomes extra protective of them for the next couple weeks and is paranoid about every food and drink placed in front of them.

Satan:

It was an average evening for him. He was in his room, reading in bed as he waited for MC to come home. Asmo managed to convince them to go to a party with him. Satan didn't really want them to go tonight, but he saw their eyes light up with just the idea of it and the blonde couldn't bring himself to say a thing. Like him, MC didn't really have any experience with parties prior to this, but unlike him, they had a great interest in them. How could he ask them not to go if this was an experience they had wanted for a long time?

Ding.

The man laid his book down next to him and reached for his phone that he laid on the closest stack of books.

'Satn, peple are sk mean 😥'

The demon launched into a sitting position.

'Who needs to die?' He texted back, protective instincts springing up inside himself for them.

'Nno. Teh people here just amke me feel so lft out.'

He sighed. MC was too sensitive for that kind of environment.

'Kitten, tell Asmo to take you home now.' Satan texted before adding 'Tell him I said so.'

'Btu hes tlkin to a succubus'

'I don't care. Tell him what I said.'

'Okaa 😔'

The demon waited a few minutes, but didn't get a new message.

'Kitten?' He texted them.

Minutes when by. Nothing. The blonde got out of bed and started pacing. When that didn't help, he started to transform from the anger at his brother. He decided to text Asmo.

'Bring them home now or so help me, you will face a different type of hell when you get back.'

No reply from his brother either. The Avatar of Wrath was ready to start breaking shit.

Ding. He quickly checked his phone. It was MC.

'Bb I love you.'

The blonde stopped in his tracks. Why--after over 20 minutes of waiting-- was that their only response?

The demon reached out for his door knob, ready to go out and hunt for them, when his door swung open, revealing his brother, who was holding up an intoxicated MC.

"Ugh, you ruined my night!" The fifth brother complained.

Satan, still in his demon form, was ready to deck the other man at best and at worst, who knows. He didn't get the chance to find out because instead, MC tumbled forward and into his arms.

"Satan," They whined. "I wanna.... I wanna lay down."

The blonde took a deep breath before looking to his brother.

"Just leave. Now." He slammed the door closed on the other demon before laying MC down in bed and joining them. He pulled the blanket over them both and held his Kitten close to his chest.

"I should have...stayed home." They mumbled.

He kissed their forehead.

"It's fine. You're fine now, Kitten."

Asmodeus:

After a long, but fun night at The Fall, the Avatar of Lust had his fill was ready to get his beauty sleep. Sadly, he had lost track of his Doll. Oh dear, where could they be? Despite being so late, there were still plenty of people out and he was having trouble tracking them down.

Beep. The demon checked his phone.

'Azzy, I lvoe you🥰'

Asmo giggled, texting back.

'Aww! I love you too! Now where did you run off to? I miss my Dolly~.'

'By eth bahroons'

The man headed off that way and found MC on the floor in the hallway that led to the bathroom.

"Well, what are you doing down there?" He teased.

MC started giggling.

"I fell."

Seeing that they weren't hurt, the demon simply bent over and helped them up. The human instantly leaned against him and hugged him close.

"I love you, Azzy." They told him, closing their eyes as they enjoy the embrace and pressing their cheek against his.

Asmo let out a small laugh then pulled back just enough to kiss his Doll on their cheek.

"Oh you're just too adorable, you know that?" He told them before leading them to the front of the building. "Now let's go home, okay?"

Beelzebub:

Beel woke up for a midnight snack and headed to the kitchen. It was a quick in and out thing, not wanting to be caught by his brothers. He grabbed a whole cabinet full of snacks and carried them back to his room.

Ding. His phone went off and as he opened the door to his room.

The demon laid his snacks on his bed and got in before grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

'Beeesly, I love oyu~'

The redhead smiled happily. It was MC.

'I love you too. When are you coming home?'

No response. The demon simply opened up a bag of chips and started eating. It's fine; he can be patient.

Instead of getting a response however, he was greeted by his Muffin at door.

"I'm baaack~." The human giggled, stumbling just slightly as they walked up to the bed and flopped down before snuggling up to the big demon.

Beel kissed the top of their head, smiling at them.

"Did you have fun with Solomon, Muffin?"

"Mhmm." They said, closing their eyes and stretching out their legs, causing some of the snacks to fall to the floor. He didn't mind.

"That's good." He sat the chip bag on the stand so he could use both hands to hold them close.

The two of them laid there, cuddled up together. The big demon stroked their hair till they heard the human's breath slow and were asleep.

"G'night, Muffin." He whispered. "Dream sweetly."

Belphegor:

It was the middle of the night and Belphie was asleep. That might sound normal for the Avatar of Sloth to you, but in actuality, this was unusual for him. The sleepy boy slept so much during the day that he was usually awake starting from whenever he woke up from his after-dinner nap up until around 4 or 5 am.

Tonight, however, Belphie really wasn't feeling it. Ya know, the whole 'awake' thing. He didn't feel like being conscious. The same reason he didn't wanna be awake was the same reason why he wasn't sleeping very deeply either.; MC wasn't there with him.

That scum Mammon took them out somewhere and they didn't even tell him. He had to hear it from Beel. The 7th brother has been grumpy since then and didn't wanna do anything so he hid away in his attic and fell asleep.

Bing. Bing. Bing.

The demon let out a frustrated sigh. That was the 9th text he got in the last two minutes. He picked up his phone from the other side of the bed and begrudgingly read his messages.

'Belpphi'

'Beelphi

'Belphii'

'Babb'

'Babe'

'Babr'

'Beeelpie'

'Heeyy'

'Mr Moomooo man pay atttention ot me 😢'

"Mr. Moomoo man?" Belphie said out loud, scowling down at the screen. If he wasn't mad at MC, he would have cracked a smile.

'What's wrong with you?' He texted.

'Mammmn lfet me all alone 😔'

Belphie eyes went wide.

'What happened?'

'Mammo owes mnoey to this big Moloc guy and eh chased Maaamkn away.'

Ugh. Mammon's a dumbass.

'Where are you?'

'I dunno. He lefy me on a bench. Teh park?'

'The one by the school?'

'Mmaybe?'

The demon let out another big sigh.

'I'll be there soon. Don't move.'

'Okyy'

A couple seconds later, they sent another text.

'I love yuo, bb. Im srry 😔'

Belphie frowned. His anger at them was dissipating.

'Yeah, I love you too, butthead. Now stay there.'

~

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[friendship-advice]

Hey, are you still open to giving advice? If not that's perfectly okay, but there's a few things I'd like to vent about if that's ok.

I had this group of friends that I used to hang out with in school before the whole quarantine shit, and everytime I hung out with them, I just felt invisible, like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get them to notice me other than a few jokes or tiny conversations here and there, and a lot of times I felt like I was just annoying and a burden to them, and I always felt like a background character everytime I hung out with them. They seemed to care and enjoy hanging out eith each other, but for whatever reason, it just felt like they were just completely ignoring me, or even worse, they didn't want me around or even hated me. At one point I tried ghosting them to see if they would notice, but when I did, it felt like they didn't give two shits, hell, it seems like they were happier that way. It probably has no right to, but it kinda fucked me up a bit. After that, I never really hung out with them again. Even now that it's been over a year since I've seen them, I still feel like a giant burden to them, and I'm scared that other friendships will end up being simular to that. Is that justified? Was it toxic or wrong for me to ghost them? In any case, thanks for hearing me out, it means a lot to me.

hey i am so sorry for answering this late!

I totally get how you are feeling and it’s always really sad when you are in a friendship group that just doesn't seem to notice you. You just sort of feel like you are floating there and you’re with them but not actually physically with them. You’re just sort of there. I’m really glad you left that group to be honest. It seems like it just was not doing anything for you and it made you feel pretty bad. 

So i think you did the right thing. And i don’t really feel you did anything wrong with ghosting then. I mean to me it seems like you distanced yourself from them to see if anyone cared and noticed you and sometimes it’s good to distance yourself from a relationship to see if it’s worth it or if people care or if it’s too draining and you need to rethink things.

I get that yuo feel like other friendships might end up like this one and i get that you would feel really worried about that but! you have to be slightly positive on your outlook on new relationships. you are thinking what if those friendships end up like this one? BUT what if they end up being really good? what if you end up becoming best friends? what if you have a great time with them? what if it generally turns out good? try to see the positives here. It takes time to find your people. you knew these people were not your type of people so you left and removed yourself which is good. And now you’ll find people who are good to you and are actually your friends. Things will turn out great for you! and i am very sure you will find some great people in your life! wish you all the best and you can vent anytime :) update me if you like and if you want to send another ask go for it! i hope this helped 

[lnarizakis]

a two-player game (5 lives left!) | k. kenma

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5 lives left! | a two-player game: kozume kenma x reader

STATISTICS

PLAYER ONE: KOZUME KENMA.

ATHLETICISM: — — 2 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — — 5 / 5

CHARM: — — — 3 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — — — — — 5 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

PLAYER TWO: (L/N) (Y/N).

ATHLETICISM: — — — 3 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — 4 /5

CHARM: — — — — — 5 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — 1 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

“Alright, everyone. Thanks for the hard work today. Oh, and by the way, I heard from an anonymous source that there’s a new second-year coming tomorrow. If she’s in your class, keep your heads up and get us that manager. We really need one before the big training camp.”

Everyone’s ears perked up at the captain’s words; more notably, the word “she.” Yamamoto Taketora widened his eyes at the possibility that they were about to get their own “smokin’ hot female manager.” He wrapped his arms around Kenma and Fukunaga Shohei, demanding them to ask this girl to join the volleyball club.

Kenma did not want to ask the new girl to join their club; it was like asking her for her number. He was nervous and did not want her to think that she was trying to make a move on him. And it just so happened that his luck granted the new girl to walk into his classroom the next day, with the announcement from his homeroom teacher that she’d be their new classmate for the rest of the school year.

—

“Can you please introduce yourself, miss?”

Kenma’s homeroom teacher asked the new girl to introduce herself. She wore a big smile on her face, excitement radiating off her and onto the rest of the class, who buzzed with elation that this girl looked friendly and just an overall good person.

“Yes! My name is (L/N) (Y/N) and I’ll be your new classmate for the rest of the school year! Thank you for having me!”

She politely bowed. Then she was told to sit in the empty seat in the back, where she would sit right next to her internet best friend. But she didn’t know that, and neither did the internet best friend. Kenma looked over at (Y/N), slightly flustered. He was embarrassed and shy; he did not want to strike up conversation first. So he thanked whatever was up there when she initiated conversation first.

“Looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other from now on.”

He nodded.

“So… you’re Kozume, right? I know ‘cause the teacher told me to sit next to you.”

He nodded again. She was very nice. She was very pretty. Kenma felt a familiar comfort and warmth just by basking in her presence. Then he heard the voices of his teammates in his head: he had to ask her to be their manager, or else they would definitely hate and berate him. Especially Yamamoto. He definitely does not want what happened with him their first year to happen again. And so he pushes through with what little willpower he had in his inventory.

“Uh, (L/N)...”

She turned to face him, with her eyes all big and wide and a gorgeous smile plastered on her face. Kenma had to use a defensive shield to protect himself from oncoming damage. He could tell, even from afar, that she would be a force to be reckoned with.

“Since it’s mandatory for everyone to join a club, do you… want to be the manager for the boy’s volleyball club…?” He asked so shyly, and so quietly that by the end of his question he spoke in a hushed whisper.

But still, (Y/N) was the most pleased a girl could get, and felt the utmost welcome at school that she beamed and agreed right away.

+1 CHARM!

“I’d love to! When’s your next practice?”

He told her that it was tomorrow, and with that, they continued on with their schoolwork.

—

Throughout the entire day, Kenma had only one thing on his mind: (Y/N). Her bright personality and friendliness reminded him a lot of his very good friend Hinata Shoyo. Just in that moment where they conversed, he felt like they were the only two people in the room, and throughout that entire moment, he felt warm and comfortable. He didn’t think he felt that way with Shoyo; no, he felt more than what he felt with Shoyo. When he first met Shoyo, sure, he felt comfortable and could talk easily with him; but with (Y/N), he felt like he could talk about anything and everything with her, like he could be embraced in her arms and call it home.

He realized he was infatuated with her.

+4 AWARENESS OF INFATUATION!

100 DAMAGE TAKEN!

4 LIVES LEFT!

And so he decided to tell his internet best friend about this.

(U/N) was their name, and they met almost everyday on their favorite video game. Kenma found relief in them, and they felt comfort in Kenma. They relied on each other to keep each other company during the wee hours of the night, and to advise each other on their ways in life. They promised each other not to reveal personal information about the other, because then that way they can say all they want about anything. They were there for each other, in game and outside of the game.

applepi: hey, (u/n).

(U/N): hey what’s up!

applepi: so @ my school;k[p

The only way they could type was when they were in game, or through the private message feature. Kenma and (U/N) were currently in the game fighting against enemies while chatting with each other. So Kenma had to cut his sentence short as an enemy fought him.

applepi: theres this girl & i rlly like her even tho we just met

applepi: so what should i do?

(U/N): hmmmn.

(U/N) fought an enemy before they could continue their thought.

(U/N): u should tell her abt ur feelings! nothings gonna happen if u don’t say anything!

applepi: no. i cant do that.

(U/N): ok then…...maybe wait it out & talk 2 her more? u might have a better chance if yuo talk 2 her & get closer w her

applepi: ok thanks. we just cleared this level so i’m gna go to bed now. goodnight

(U/N): good night!

(Y/N) turned off her computer and then jumped onto the comfort of her bed. She sighed heavily. She had a hard time going to sleep that night as jealousy overcame her thoughts, for her internet best friend had a crush on someone other than her.

—

4 LIVES LEFT!

(U/N) stands for (user/name) 

hi, everyone! i hope you are excited for this as much as i am! thank you for everything - from likes to follows to reblogs to comments! have a great rest of your day! see u some time! <3

[merrybandofmurderers]

hey so forgive me if you've already told me this, but yuo's a blood mage, right? what caused him to turn to blood magic? does he feel guilty about it, considering the stigma surrounding it, or does he say fuck all that jazz? and have there ever been lasting consequences to using blood magic? sorry if that's a lot, thank you ily :)

no no no, i LOVE answering questions!! yes, yuo is a blood mage (and also a battle mage, a pretty good combo imo, but also one that’s hard on his body). he doesn’t really use blood magic a lot, just when he really needs it (and obviously when he’s in the inquisition, he REALLY tries to be discreet, which being a battle mage covers up for).

there’s only a few ppl he openly uses blood magic around at first (solas, cuz he gleans it from their magic convos and won’t out him despite their contentious relationship; cole, cuz he reads yuo’s mind basically; bull, cuz he figures it out and doesn’t judge yuo for it).

SO. the backstory. yuo’s mom died when he was 19, just before he received his vallaslin, which has always weighed heavy on him. his dad died when he was.. 22? i think? (both of them die in skirmishes with humans, which is where his dislike of humans really started). the death of his mom he was able to handle somewhat cuz he had his dad and his sister.

when his dad died, his sister did not handle it well either, so yuo was a mess. at that time is also when he and his sister adopted three young elves who were orphaned. he was desperate for more power to protect his loved ones, so he asked his keeper (newly appointed and his sister’s best friend) for permission to learn blood magic. she was worried what he would do if she denied him, so at the next arlathvhen they found him a hahren to teach him ethical blood magic.

he never expected himself to turn to blood magic, becuz blood magic is not widely accepted among the dalish. but he accepted it becuz he figured it would help him (he ultimately comes to the conclusion that nothing he does can protect his loved ones, but he doesn’t stop using blood magic becuz it does make him stronger.)

around his clan he didnt need to hide it. they understood his grief and trusted him. he only really learned the necessity of discretion when he fell in love with a human apostate and trusted him to teach him blood magic and then was betrayed by him (which is the root of his trust issues).

this didn’t stop him from using blood magic, but he realized how careful he needed to be, and the lasting consequence from that was his trust issues which has definitely impacted him negatively. aside from that, as i said, his combined specs are hard on his body, which have left him with recurring pain as well as needing to treat his scars regularly.

(EDIT: okay so i tried to put a cut here to make it not so long, but apparantly tumblr does not like them anymore so i had to remove it to save the formatting :/ thanks tumblr

EDIT TWO: apparantly removing the cut did NOT save the formatting it just put the cut at the beginning :))))

i talked a bit about about the effects of his specializations here, and i talked about his blood magic and grief allowing him to relate to alexius here.

dorian, sera, and blackwall find out about his blood magic during the reclaiming of suledin keep. they agree to keep his secret but it’s a rough process of acceptance for all of them, especially dorian.

these are some excerpts of the confrontations dorian and yuo have about yuo lying about his blood magic

“Have you ever used blood magic on me?”

Dorian hates himself for asking. He hates himself because he knows the answer will be no, it must be. He asks anyway.

Lavellan stays quiet so long, Dorian starts to hate him more than he hates himself. Dread and genuine fear coil in his gut.

“Once. Only once. In Coracavus, when that darkspawn hit you. Dorian, I was afraid you were going to get the Blight. I couldn’t—” He stops, breathes. “That was the only time. Just, to stop the bleeding, keep it clean. Nothing more than I do for myself.”

*

“I don’t understand why you think you need it. You’re powerful enough already—”

“No, I’m not, Dorian. Don’t you understand? I’m not powerful enough—I’ll never be powerful enough. And I have to remember that, I have to remember… nothing will ever be enough. I have to hold onto that every time some fucking demon thinks it can use me by promising to give me what I want. When a demon promises to give me back my parents, to protect my sister, my clan, to save everyone I care about, to keep everything I have—I need to remember that it’s not enough. I have to accept that. Because if I believe—if I hope—for even a moment that there might be some power capable of that—of restoring what’s lost, preserving what I have—I won’t be able to fight them. I have to know it, that no power will ever be enough; I’ll never be enough.”

and here is when yuo ultimately tells dorian the story behind his using blood magic

Dorian sat next to him on the battlements. “Who was it? That you were wrong about?”

Lavellan was silent for a long moment, then, “His name was Rory. He was an apostate.”

“A human.”

“Yes, human. He wasn’t the first I’d been with, though. He wasn’t special… in that way. That wasn’t… a red flag for me. Then. It’s—” He sighed.

“Let me start from the beginning. My mother died when I was nineteen, just before I received my vallaslin, my father when I was twenty-two. My mother’s death, I managed well enough. But when my father died… Anavi didn’t know how to deal with it either. She… closed off. And it was hard to be around her because she reminded me so much of them. She looked just like him but acted just like our mother. It was a mess, we both were, but especially me. I didn’t have anything to—to tether me. I was so desperate. Every night I had these horrific dreams of losing her.

“What I wanted was power. That’s what everyone wants when it comes to blood magic, isn’t it? The power? To protect my sister, my remaining family, my clan, I decided I needed more power. But I was going to do it right. So, I went to our Keeper and asked permission to learn blood magic. Our Keeper by that time was my sister’s closest friend and knew me well. She knew I wouldn’t disobey her if she forbade it, but I needed something to hold on to, and if she didn’t give this to me, she was afraid of what could happen to me. What I would do.

“That year, there was an Arlathvhen. My Keeper found a hahren for me to learn blood magic from. I told you it is not widely accepted amongst the Dalish, but it does happen. So, I lived with this hahren’s clan for a time to learn from them. It got me some space from my sister, from the grief. And they gave me the instruction I needed. The power I wanted, but still drawn from our beliefs. It would have been so easy for me to get twisted, but my hahren guided me, showed me what to do. They reminded me what my magic was for, kept my head on straight. A few years later, I returned to my clan—sooner than I meant to, sooner than perhaps I should have, but another of the clan had died; I needed to be with them, so I went.

“That winter we settled near a village, and that’s where I met Rory.”

Lavellan was silent for a long time, staring into nothing. Dorian sat quietly, watching his somber profile.

“Rory wasn’t special,” he finally continued, “he wasn’t different. He was easy to fall in love with, and I did, and more than that, I trusted him. I didn’t hide my blood magic from him, and he asked me to teach him. I’d already been showing him some magic; he hadn’t really had anyone to learn from. I never thought his questions or intentions were strange or sinister. To me, blood magic was just magic you had to be a little more careful with. So, I taught him.

“Well, the Templars caught him. I don’t know what he did, I don’t know if he actually used blood magic—or any magic—in front of them, if they just suspected, or what. I don’t know if he hurt someone, I just know that they found him, and the reason I know that is because he sold me out to them.”

He sneered. “He told them I had seduced him, bewitched him, used my magic on him, whatever. I’d tricked him into it, coerced him, forced him to use blood magic. All the words that meant he couldn’t be culpable. My clan had been there for several months, and our welcome was already wearing thin. I don’t know if he mentioned them specifically or if it was just me, but the Templars, of course, wouldn’t be taking chances.

“No one died, no one was hurt, but we had to leave, unprepared. And I don’t know what happened to him. All I know is that I loved someone and trusted them, and it turned out I was wrong, and because of that everything I ever cared about protecting almost…”

His hands clasped together, white knuckled. “So, this time the stakes are a lot fucking higher, aren’t they? I’m not going to compare the two of you, because there isn’t any comparison to be had. I was younger then, and eager to be in love with him, and I fought for so long to not feel for you the way I do, but still I love you more than I thought I’d ever love anyone, and once you earned it, my trust in you has never wavered—and that’s why I won’t hate you if you decide you can’t accept this, or—or forgive me, or move on, because you deserved to know and I didn’t tell you.

“Creators, Dorian, if it were just me, I wouldn’t have thought for a second about it. But in this position, it’s not just me—it never was, but he really fucking drove that home for me. My people will always come first, because no matter what, they’re a part of me. I will never be just me; I will always be Dalish. My people will always be there, and I will always have to care about them. However much more love and trust I had for you, the fear was even greater, and I couldn’t—Dorian, I almost lost them, and it was my fault because I was wrong about someone I loved, and I couldn’t take that risk again, I couldn’t. And that’s all I can say for myself, is that I was afraid.”

(please forgive any typos, these are first drafts u.u)

[exolistic]

Mystic Part 2

Masterlist Part 1

Genre- Angst, sci fi, fluff sometimes lol

Summary- When you’re dragged into a web of secrets and deceit that you can not even begin to comprehend, you have no idea what you’re in for. Locked away, lied to, you don’t know who to trust. With different stories from everyone, who will you trust in the end?

Pairing- X reader (Also lots of chanbaek and hunhan ;))

(Y/N) has entered the chat

Baekhyun: Jongin you’re crazy, why didn’t you stop him?

Jongin: Sehun is a man that can’t be stopped. Trust me, I’ve tried. Don’t you know this by now?

Baekhyun: You remember what happened last time he got that drunk, don’t you?

Jongin: How could I ever forget?

Chanyeol: Wait, guys...

Baekhyun: The image of Sehun showing up naked at my doorstep will never leave my mind.

Jongin: It’s not funny! He was almost arrested for that. And I was the one who had to deal with his hangover the next day.

Chanyeol: Guys...

Baekhyun: I know, which is why you need to keep a better eye on him! You really need to take all of the alcohol out of your apartment.

Chanyeol: BAEKHYUN!!!!!

Baekhyun: WHAT?????

Chanyeol: I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes! Are you blind?

Baekhyun: No, I could see your messages. You’re literally in the room next to me, if it was that important you would’ve come to get me.

Chanyeol: But who is that? Someone joined the chat…

Jongin: What do you mean?

Baekhyun: I don’t see anyone else..????

Chanyeol: No, look at the chat party at the top, there’s another name there.

Jongin: WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT

Baekhyun: WAIT WHAT

Chanyeol: I told you! (Y/N), who the hell are you?

Jongin: I’m calling Junmyeon brb.

Jongin left the chat

Baekhyun: Reveal yourself, fiend!

(Y/N): Um, hi?

Baekhyun: IT SPEAKS

Chanyeol: How did you get here?

(Y/N): Um, I’m not really sure to be honest.

Chanyeol: ????

Baekhyun: ?????????????

(Y/N): Well you see….. this random app was on my phone, so I opened it, and now here I am I guess.

Baekhyun: Are you pranking us? Is this a prank? Sehun are you messing with us? It’s not funny!

Chanyeol: But this app isn’t even on the store, you need a certain code to access it and download it, you have to be verified first. It wouldn’t simply show up on your phone. There are a lot of security precautions in place.

Baekhyun: Exactly, Sehun we know it’s you. Cut the shit pls

Sehun entered the chat

Baekhyun: ………

Chanyeol: ………

Sehun: Everybdy whatsgfd going nf on nwhjyu is Jonging screamginj my head isokd alk l loopyr

Baekhyun: Sehun what are you doing?????

Sehun: IOj don’y now why don’t yuo tell me?

Chanyeol: Baekhyun he’s definitely drunk, I don’t think it’s him.

Sehun: Whgat do kyou menam what is goinf on?

Junmyeon entered the chat

Baekhyun: Thank God! Junmyeon, you’re here!

Chanyeol: Someone has infiltrated the chat! Something isn’t right here...

Yixing entered the chat

Chanyeol: Yixing! You’re here too, thank the lord.

Junmyeon: (Y/N), how did you get here?

(Y/N): I honestly don’t know. I’m sorry to cause trouble, I don’t really know what’s going on either.

Sehun: Wait who is that whagdha is going on I’m so ocnufsed.

Junmyeon: This chat is confidential, I’m sorry but if you aren’t a member we’ll have to kick you from the server. Although I’m still curious as to how you managed to get here. Are you telling the truth when you say you’re unaware of what brought you here?

(Y/N): I’m sorry for the trouble, this was just on my phone. Is this the right place?

Chanyeol: …...Right place?

Baekhyun: Were you looking for someplace in particular?

(Y/N): No, I just, I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m sorry I’m just a little flustered right now. It’s been a long day.

Junmyeon: I’m sorry but for safety reasons I’ll have to kick you from the chat. Chanyeol will remove the app from your phone and cut your access.

Yixing: Wait….

Baekhyun: ????

Yixing: Chanyeol, don’t cut her access. Junmyeon, can I talk to you? I’ll be home in a few minutes.

Junmyeon: Um, yeah. Do you know something about this?

Yixing: I’m pulling into the driveway. Don’t cut her access. I mean it.

Yixing left the chat

Junmyeon: …..I’ll talk to you guys later. Nice meeting you, (Y/N).

Junmyeon left the chat

Chanyeol: ?????????????

Baekhyun: ??????????

Sehun: Are they hiding thingfs again?

Jongin entered the chat

Jongin: Okay I’m back what did I miss?

Chanyeol: Junmyeon and Yixing just left!

Jongin: Oh, Sehun, you’re here. Where the hell are you?

Sehun: Cfome findd me

Jongin: What the hell does that mean? You’re so weird when you’re drunk.

Baekhyun: Maybe he’s in your closet again, that’s what happened last time.

Jongin: You’re right, I’ll go check. I’ve gotta take care of him before he pulls something again so I have to leave, keep me updated on the situation.

Jongin: (Y/N), I don’t know who you are, but for now, welcome to EXO ;)

Baekhyun: A winky face, really Jongin? This is not the time to flirt -_-

Jongin left the chat

Chanyeol: I just hate that they’re always talking in secret, why don’t we get to know things? You’d think with all of the work I do for them, they would at least let me know what the hell is going on.

Baekhyun: I know. Ever since Tao, Kris, and Luhan left things haven’t been the same.

Chanyeol: Let’s not say too much, we still don’t know if (Y/N) is trustworthy yet.

Baekhyun: That’s true….

Sehun: Jongin is makign me lesve my favorite spot

Sehun has left the chat

Chanyeol: Well, now it’s just us three I guess. (Y/N), are you sure that we can trust you?

(Y/N): I have no ill intentions, I’m just doing what I’m told.

Baekhyun: ????????????????????????????

Chanyeol: …………….

Baekhyun: What do you mean? Who sent you here? Who’s telling you to do this?

(Y/N): Like I said, the app just randomly appeared.

Chanyeol: But you said you’re just doing what you’re told…..

Baekhyun: Chanyeol we should just let Junmyeon and Yixing deal with this for now.

Chanyeol: You’re right, but I can’t help but wonder a few things….. I just feel like I should cut her access, but I won’t for now since Yixing told me not to.

Baekhyun: Yes, me too, but let’s trust our leaders, okay?

Chanyeol: Yeah, whatever.

Baekhyun: It was nice meeting you (Y/N), I must be going now.

Baekhyun left the chat

Chanyeol: ……..

Chanyeol left the chat

I exit the chat as well, questions filling my mind. I curse myself for mentioning I’m being told to do this, and I desperately hope they’ll forget about it. I can’t seem to piece together the connection between Anonymous and EXO, they mentioned Kris and Tao being members. Did something bad happen?

They’re definitely very suspicious of me due to my surprise appearance and lack of explanation. I feel frustrated that I did not think through my words more carefully. Now they may never trust me, and just remove my access. If that happens, what will Anonymous do with me? I shake my head at the thought, pushing the haunting nightmares from my consciousness. After seeing how they reacted, I’m realizing that it might take longer to get close to them than I thought. I wanted this to be as fast as possible, thought it would just be any other group chat, but this is different. They all seem so nice though, so innocent…. How could they be so bad like Minseok said?

I feel in my gut that Anonymous are the side at fault, not EXO. Based on the people I’ve met so far here, they aren’t good people. I have no way of knowing the intentions of EXO either, I can’t trust anyone in this situation. My stomach twists in anxiety at the thought, as loneliness covets me, stinging deep in my stomach.

Didn’t they say that EXO is a charity foundation? And here I am helping this deranged cult do something to them. What do Anonymous want from them? Should I be trying to help EXO rather than Anonymous?

I look back at the phone, examining the app. There are only a few features. There is a large button labelled “chat room”, another called “messages”, and a phone call option. At the very top there are little icons for each member, Junmyeon, Yixing, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, and Jongin, brief statuses for each. It seems pretty innocent to me, so what am I doing here? And why did Yixing tell them not to kick me out?

Does he know something? He’s the one I’m supposed to be pursuing…….

A small bell chimes, and I jump in fear, until noticing it’s only a text notification.

Yixing: Are you free to talk?

A lump forms in my throat as I stare at his message on the screen. I just need to play it cool, act normal, be nice, and not act suspicious. I need to think through what I say, and keep my story the same. Remembering my family, I shakily type out a response.

(Y/N): Yeah sure, I’m sorry for all of the confusion.

Yixing: It’s okay. We’re a little concerned as you just showed up, but I can sense that you have no ill intentions. I only have a few questions for you.

Questions? I shudder, what if he asks things I can’t answer? I can’t make him even more suspicious.

(Y/N): Yeah sure. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on so I’m not sure how much I can answer, but I’ll do my best.

Yixing: Yes, I can imagine you would be confused right now. You said this app suddenly appeared, correct?

(Y/N): Correct. It somehow got on my phone, I never downloaded anything.

Yixing: Hmm, did someone else have your phone before it showed up?

Shit, how am I supposed to answer that? I feel guilty lying, as so far Yixing is being much kinder to me than the people here have been. I can’t know his true intentions, but he is at least treating me with respect. Maybe EXO are good people, good people who could possibly get me out of this place. They did mention Kris and Tao, do they know of this place?

(Y/N): Not that I know of, no.

Yixing: Hmm, I see. Do you know about EXO, this organization, at all?

(Y/N): No, I’ve never heard of it before now.

Yixing: You must be confused, then. I’ll explain briefly. EXO is a fundraising organization for charity. Junmyeon is the founder and leader, I accompany him in running the foundation. We have parties every so often where we invite many guests, that’s when we collect our donations and promote EXO. I see you met the other members in the chatroom already, I’m sorry that they act with suspicion towards you. A lot has happened as of recently, so they’re just a little on edge, that’s all. I’m sure they’ll warm up to you.

(Y/N): I don’t blame them for being suspicious. Thank you for being welcoming, Yixing.

Yixing: No need to thank me. I have just a few more questions for you, if that’s okay of course.

(Y/N): Um yeah, go ahead.

Yixing: Alright. If you are in any danger, you should tell me, okay? If anyone threatens you, or does something to hurt you, tell me right away.

My breath hitches in my throat at his words, and I wonder if he knows what’s going on with me. Does he want to help me, or does he want to use me as well?

(Y/N): I will, thank you.

Yixing: Very good. As a member, I just want to assure your safety. I just have one more question, and then I can let you go.

(Y/N): What is it?

Yixing: You would tell me if you were in danger right now, right?

(Y/N): ….

Yixing: It’s okay if you feel uncomfortable, I am kind of interrogating you. I’m sorry if I caused you any distress, I’ll be going now. I look forward to talking to you again.Goodbye.eddddddd

I set the phone down, my head spinning. Was I right in not answering his question? I did not want to simply say that I was safe, and rule out possibilities of ways for me to get out of here. I have no way of knowing what he wants from me, but I’m not looking to burn any bridges already. But will Kris and Tao be angry at me? I did allude to the fact that maybe something is going on. Just how closely are Kris and Tao monitoring the chat, anyways? Will they see all of it?

I hope I don’t get in trouble for this. A million worries whir through my mind, but my eyes feel too heavy to deny. It’s the middle of the day, but I’m exhausted from everything that has happened, and I can’t stop myself from passing out on the heavenly bed. Images of tall, scary men, and the messenger clouding my dreams.

[number1salesman1997]

@onlysales

A day out for food and a walk through town, then a night out with friends and pretty much unlimited alcohol, what else could be better?

When they get to the bar, the others are already there, immediately swarming Spamton with relentless cursing and questioning, maybe a smack or push, but mainly...Relief. Tears might've been shed.

They did miss him, despite his jackass stunts and behavior. They all thought he perished after the supposed 'eviction'.

And even though some might have hard feelings remaining, that is currently over shadowed by the relief and joy of just knowing that he's finally back, that he's safe, and wow what the hell is that body?

More catch up can wait, for now, rounds of drinks, food and merriment.

In the side room the group had paid for, Cerise takes the stage with their violin, playing an energetic piece, bringing the energy of the room higher up.

And with the lights on them, hitting their invisible tattoos of flowers and vines on their arms now and then, someone nudges Spamton's side. It's Princeton.

*We'll all talk more, tonight's for fun. But I sure hope Cerise is right about you changing for the better. Your dumbass stunts really fucked with people.

He said, holding up his glass.

*Guess time will tell, ya bastard, welcome back.

Spamton is already feeling elated from the day he's had with Cerise by the time they get to the bar.

He got to spend lots of quality time with his cherub and he even got to hold their hand a little. In public no less! Spending time with their comforting presence all day was the best thing to soothe his nerves for meeting the others tonight. It is only because of them that he can walk through the door of the bar with his head held high and a smile on his face.

Between all the questions and being jostled around with slaps and shoves Spamton is so overwhelmed with emotion though, it's still everything he can do just to keep it together for a few minutes there. But there is no static clouding his eyes, just brightly flashing and alternating pink and yellow lights. He hasn't been so happy in a long time. Maybe there really was something to this whole power of friendship thing Kris taught him about.

He does his best to answer any questions the addisons may have for him (while keeping the worst of his crimes and other bad deeds a closely guarded secret of course, wouldn't want to spoil the mood) but he is so obviously distracted, staring at the way the UV light makes flowers bloom on Cerise's skin...what a beautiful surprise. He lets out a deep sigh he didn't know he was holding back and jumps when Princeton nudges him.

With regard to how much he's changed...well...He gives a wry smirk, his lips curling up and showing off his black gums. "HEH. WELL, THAT'S [[People's Choice Awards 1997]] TO DECIDE, ISN'T IT? FOR WHATEVER IT'S [[monetary worth]] I APLOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE UNPAID DEBT$, MONEY [[24 hour laundry service]], EMBAZZLEMENCe, AND [[hyperlink blocked]]...AND, UH.. . ALL THE [[rotten, adjective: bad, poor, dreadful, awful, terrible, frightful, atrocious]] S HIT I SAID WH1LE I WAS.../UHHh.. . .[[not in my right mind.]] YOU'RE ALL [[real swell pals]],, FOR GIVEING ME AN OTHER CHANSE. I PROMASE NOT TO MAKE YUO THINK I [[died]] AGAIN, HAHEHHAHEHAHE!!!1!!"

He drinks his martini (the first of MANY, to be sure) and resolves himself to having one of the best nights he's had in recent memory, surrounded by loved ones.

[feraliix]

pardon me a hot second to complain about someone under the cut

alright. so . this isn’t anyone on tumblr just gonna put that out there, but i have this friend in a server right

lil cheeky bastard

super self pessimistic, but like who isnt so its whatever, but he’s got this nasty habit of saying self-deprecating jokes but like, the really self-mean ones and so anyway

the other day, when i was upset right abt my friends teasing me about a crush in my server, yeah that was one of the two guys, so when i came to him in private to tell him it wasnt cool, he apologized and started like ‘im so sorry ive been encouraging you two to like each other but havent even stopped to consider your guys’ feelings’ blah blah blah i told him it wasnt cool and wanted him to stop, so i did and i told him i forgave him but he just kept on slowly turning the table around where i felt he was trying to use the situation to get me to stop being friends with him (which he’s tried to do @ our friend group in the past bc , again, he has crap mental health), like he was trying to make this moment where he hurt me with his actions into a ‘woe is me, im a dick, im so horrible’ blah blah blah

like im the kind of person who knows when a situation is awkward or stressful to go through so i defintiely dont want to drag something like this out more than it has to be, so i’d rather it be ‘hey you did something that wasnt cool, please dont do it again’ ‘ok im so sorry i wont do it again’ ‘ok i forgive you’ and then bam! done! 

but this? dude? wtf? like, im not the only one who’s like, wow ok? right?? 

so then today i find a self-love post about not self-deprecating and that having practice in having nice thoughts instead of self-deprecating ones is not impossible, and i shared it to the server and he and another different friend were like ‘couldnt be me’ and im like did yuo not jsut freakinf read the post like

the post right?

its every time i mention me struggling with something and wanting to help him realize that he’s not the only one who goes through what he goes through, like in a supportive kind of way right? like im trying to connect to him and guide him to understand that he can help himself in that sort of way even if it’s to help someone else, right? but every time i mention it (me struggling w something that he’s struggling with), he goes radio silent and almost ignores me 

just like when i told him in dms, like you cant be using this moment where you hurt me to turn it around so that i can hurt you or make this about you when its not. 

it makes me feel like he thinks he’s the only one who has the right to complain about his life, his mental health, like he’s the only one who can truly be depressed and its. it drives me up the wall. i’m not like, crazy right??? like its not just me??

[peacefulwriter88]

Space In Between - Part 4

A/N: I’m sooooooo excited for this next part y’all! I meant even post a part 5 immediately afterwards….things are moving and shaking!

Warnings: Just language for now....

Tag List @sleepretreat @lancetucker @xxhuffelpuff-girlxx  @that-theater-techie-from-kc

“I don’t believe you dragged me here.” you mumble, following Hector and Mara through the thick crowd of students as you made your way to your seats. It was Saturday afternoon and despite the chilly weather it was 75 degrees and beautiful. The stadium was filled with the contrast of Yale blue and Harvard crimson. Not only was this the biggest rivalry of the year, it was also homecoming and everyone on both sides were buzzing with with excitement.

Except you. You were grateful that the campus would be quiet and you could focus on studying before the evenings parties. That had been until Hector and some other friends from your major had showed up at your door step, forcing you and Mara to join them for tailgating and a day's worth of booze and fun. Even she had agreed that they needed to focus on work, specifically Beck’s ridiculous coursework, but one whisper from Hector, he’s handsome features loosing themselves in Maras wavy hair as he whispered convincingly in her ear, and she had easily submitted and forced you along.

Damn young love.

She had also convinced you to wear the halter style jersey you had both at a discounted rated at the school store a week back with your fitted jeans, your curves peeping from the short shirt.

“You’re beautiful and you should showcase it. Besides, a certain professor might be there,” she wiggles her eyebrows and you had thrown a pillow at her. You still wore it though and even put some effort into your makeup and spirit garb.

Perhaps you wanted to look a little cute in case he did show up.

Goddamn your young crush.

The parking lot had been packed and you all set up camp, drinking and playing cornhole while egging the other side on. It wasn’t long before you need to fill the stadium which was how you had ended up here, looking for your seats with a cold beer in your hand as you followed the large group. You find it easily and after kick off you find yourself wandering back to the work yuo still need to, applications you need to fill out for a part time job. Adulthood taking over your fun.

Mara notices that you’ve changed but doesn’t push, knowing it was a miracle to get you out. Instead she lets you sit and brood, sipping your beer and ignoring the way students are parading around you.

And then you spot him.

He’s sitting a few rows in front of you, with three guy friends, one another professor you recognize from the internship you’re applying to on campus. He’s laughing jovially, his brown hair a moussed mess as he sips beers and yells at the team during important plays. If you didn’t know it, you’d never guess he was a professor with his youthful charm, his chiseled jaw clear of any scruff. You take in the way his jeans hug his ass and his alma mater shirt is tight around his arms and you make an almost shameful load moan, taking another sip of your beer.

Blue was a great color on him.

Mara has noticed you’re suddenly silent, not even teasing the opposing team and her eyes go from you toward the direction of your distraction and she smiles, sitting down beside you. You tip the beer back, taking in his form one last time, lamenting the way he wets his puckered lips before speaking and she wraps a knowing arm around your shoulder.  The crowd is loud and everyone is distracted so she knows she can speak freely and say,

“Just tell me you don’t have a crush on him and I won’t push it.”

You groan as you bite your lip and shake your head,

“Ok, only because you’ve been my best friend since forever,” you hesitate before you admit “I know its wrong but I do have the biggest hard on for him.”

She laughs, shaking her head and squeezing your shoulders.

“I know! And normally I wouldn’t encourage this negative behavior, you know idolizing over someone like him,” you throw her a look which she successfully ignores it as she says, “But you too are cute together! I’ve seen the way you both are at the coffee shop or in class. Yes, I know you slip off to Jenny’s Bean to have weird science sessions with him. I genuinely think he’s attracted to you and it's beyond just you being hot. I think you’ve piqued his interest with that sexy fucking brain of yours.”

You place your hands over your face and shake your head.

“My brain normally scares boys away.” you mumble and she laughs getting closer to your ear.

“Yeah but you’re not trying to bag a boy - you want a man. A good man I’d argue. Let's go remind him what he’s missing.”

You look at her and she giggles as she stands up.

“Gonna grab beers before the quarter ends.” she yells at the group who only throw her a thumbs up, too immersed in the close game. she loops her arms between your own as you both shimmy from your row, making your way down the stairs, going toward you and you tense up.

“Just laugh and scream go bulldogs. Promise you he’ll check you out until you’re out of his sight.”

You roll your eyes and she nudges you and you sigh, laughing obnoxiously loud as you begin to shout out go bulldogs, causing the who area to follow your lead.

Including a certain Beck.

He’s laughing with his teammates, screaming out a cheer when his eyes lock on yours as you move slowly down the stairs. You laugh and smile at him, throwing him a wink before turning and whispering to Mara. Mara who’s pretending to not be listening as she turns to watch him until you’re at the bottom of the stairs and she giggles profusely as you both walk hastily to a beer stand.

“He never took his eyes off of you. Watched you and your tight little ass walk down the stairs the whole way. Bet you dinner he’s going to follow.”

You roll your eyes and snort, though you’re smiling and shake your head.

“You’re on. I don’t believe you.”

“I have great guy powers.” she admonishes and you look at her before saying, “Yeah, which is why you and hector still aren’t a thing.”

She gives an exaggerated gasp even though she’s blushing deeply before she punches you and you laugh, clutching your stomach in amusement.

“Whatever dude.” she says in annoyance though she’s giggling too and you almost miss his voice. Almost.

“What has you two so amused?”

You both stop laughing for a second, looking at each other before you laugh again and he watches in amused confusion. Finally you say,

“I was just responding to a bad cheer she made up.”

Mara instantly nods her head to lie and he smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here, professor. Didn’t take you as football kind of guy.” you continue and he shakes his head.

“Isn’t that my line? You were the one who convinced me that you didn’t got to games. And call me Chris. We’re not in a classroom and technically I’m just filling in for your real professor.”

You ignore the way Mara elbows you as you all move up in line and you blink your eyebrows innocently before answering,

“I wasn’t going to come out. My really obnoxious roommate and group of friends told me I was lame if I stayed in to write an essay that a certain Dr. Beck is forcing on me so I relented and alas, here I am in blue and silver getting drunk off of cheap booze. Doesn’t answer my question, Chris - thought you weren’t a football guy.”

He laughs, stepping closer to you and huffs out.

“Well I’m glad Mara got you out. You deserve to have a good time - can’t take yourself too seriously. And I always go to the games but especially the ones where our rivals are involved.” he runs his hand through his hair and you catch a whiff of his cologne as you cross your arms.

“Guess you’re not as lame as I thought.”

This time he admonishes, gripping his heart exaggeratedly as he says,

“You thought I was lame?”

“You spend soo much of your time reading space articles. And testing theories in weird places on campus. And the city.”

You raise an eyebrow as he shakes his head.

“Hey, we have all this land to test on and it's just adding more foliage to the beauty of this town. And you were going to skip a game to write a paper - you are just as lame as me if not more so.”

“I am not lame!” you counter back, pushing him and he laughs as Mara rolls her eyes.

“Oh my gosh you both are lame. Really, you think talking about space all the time is fun. Geez…..” she mutters and you scoff at her as Chris laughs harder.

“Chris I wondered where you....went…. off…... too. Who are your friends?” another man, a guy from the group Chris was with, runs up beside your group. Chris smiles as he turns to him, the guy distracting him long enough for Mara to whisper, “Seriously tho, you both need to get a room. You’re both too ridiculous.”

“Shut it.” you bite back as Chris turns to you, throwing his right arm over your shoulders as he says,

“This is my friend Y/N. Y/N this is Rick.”

You’re frozen for a second. Did he just casually introduce you to his friend and pull you into his space like you were old friends? You know you drank a lot of beer but how had you gotten here, to this new friend zone? Could Mara actually be right? Wouldn’t be the first time sadly.

You recover quickly as you thrust out your hand, shaking Rick's hand and saying,

“Pleasure to meet you. You and Chris were on SpaceStationX together, right?”

“Hmmm, telling here all about me eh? Must be a dear friend.” Rick teases and Mara clears her throat, inserting her hand.

“I’m Mara. Her friend and apparently this dude’s chopped liver,” she points at Chris who blushes, shaking his head.

“Yea - this is Mara.” he says quickly and you laugh, your hand winding around his waist and he looks down at you, smiling. This was casual - two friends hanging out, getting beers at a sporting event. You can manage this. The line moves and inch and Rick says,

“So you’re obviously team Yale like this dude, feeling you’re cute little jersey.”

“Rick….” Chris mutters, shaking his head and Rick throws up his hands as Mara laughs.

“What? Can’t tell her that her and her friend have cute shirts? Im married I get boundaries.”

You laugh as you ask,

“Why thanks Rick. I know you have no loyalties so I’m assuming you’re a smart man and cheering for the bulldogs.”

He shrugs,

“I mean I could care less and I was going against this dude,” he nods toward Chris. “But you could convince me otherwise.”

You shake your head as Chris groans.

“Dude, get your shit together. You’re married.”

“Hey hey, I’m just helping you out with pick up lines. She’s obviously getting no game from you and it's obvious you’re into her.”

Thats does it. You and Mara burst out into laughter as Chris’ face goes into a deeper red, his blue eyes getting lighter with embarrassment. You can feel him trying to hide in himself and you give him a squeeze of encouragement. You could only hope Mara doesn’t decide to join in.

“Hey, hey tell me I’m not wrong. Mara, tell me your friend isn’t equally into this dude. I saw the way she was swaying her cute little butt going down the stairs knowing my dude was watching her. I’m just trying to make this happen while we’re still young and drunk.”

There’s a huge gap between you and the next person at this point as you feel your body heat up. Fuck. Of course it wouldn’t be Mara but he’s fucking honest friend exposing your business. Mara is laughing harder, nodding her head in agreement and its Chris this time who squeezes you, though he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

“Okay, okay. Fine. Lets just put it out there since we’re all being honest,” you challenge Rick who is smiling and nodding his head, looking over at Chris who is covering his face with his free hand. You all move up closer to the counter as you continue. “Fine, I have a thing for Chris. Because he’s cute and funny and intelligent. I mean look at this face.”

You’re trying to will the alcohol to stop the words from flowing out of you quickly and it's Mara who clasp her hands in reverence and says,

“Yea she’s right. Beck is fine ass fuck. More her type than mine tho.”

“Mara….” you mutter under your breath and she shrugs as Chris looks at you.

“Cmon we gotta salvage this somehow.” you tease, starting to pull away from him. He stops you. His arms tighten around you as he looks down at you.

“I’m too fucking drunk for this,” he mutters before saying, “You have to know how fucking beautiful you are. Every guy at this stadium has been checking you out. That doesn’t matter though, you’re just so brilliant. I don’t know…..why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? You’re pretty damn amazing Y/N.”

The last part is said in a whisper, his eyes softening at you and for a second you forget where you are and who you’re with.

“I KNEW IT!” Mara screams out as you make your way to the counter and Rick slaps Chris on his back.

“Way to  man up Beck. I’m gonna buy this round of drinks - inspired by this man’s balls for once in a long time.”

You both ignore him and you exhale before Chris clears his throat before saying to himself,

“No way a woman like you would really be interested in me though.” he pulls away and you shake your head, this time not letting him escape.

“Who says?” you counter back, catching him off guard. He watches you and you’re suddenly aware of the way his eyes flick to your lips, the way his hand is moving down your arm and you think this is it. He was going to kiss you and nothing else would matter this year.

Instead, the football stadium goes wild as a touchdown is made and you both pull away as Mara turns with two beers, handing them off to you. Then turning to give Chris two more.

Shit, you either need to get drunk more or sober the fuck up.

You take a long sip of the beer in your hands and Rick smiles, bobbing up and down as he says.

“Missing the damn game fooling with y’all. Let’s get back to it!”

Chris nods but you know something has changed. He walks in step with you, shielding you from the crowds of people as Mara and Rick talk enthusiastically as you make your way to your seats. Chris clears his throat, before saying,

“I haven’t...I don’t know how to navigate this but maybe….after the game...you and I could go and…..grab a drink or we could do it with friends or…..” he avoids your eyes as you look over at him and you give him a cheeky grin. Was this handsome god getting all tongue tied over you. What had you done for the universe to treat you so kindly. 

“Are you trying to ask me out?” you admonish and he sighs, chuckling slightly.

“I might be. Yes. That.”

“Chris I’d-” you’re unable to finish the sentence as someone yells out,

“Beck! Rick. The fuck y’all been?”

You look to find the tall, semi-balding man looking down at you with another guy his age. Someone with equal blue eyes and blonde hair.

Mark. Motherfucking Watney.

You bite back all of your enthusiasm because of course he’s here. They’re like best friends. And if that wasn’t enough, Chris was going to ask you out. He was asking you out. This was turning into the best damn day of your life. Whatney and a date with Beck. You turn to him but he’s watching the first guy intently.

“Who you got there, Chris?” he asks curiously and Chris clears his throat as Rick interjects.

“Ah this is just Mara and Chris’ crush. Y/N.”

Something flashes in Alex’s eyes and you know. You know he notices you because even though you look different in casual garb, even though you could play it off like you weren’t a student you were also in his class. Also interacted with him on a day to day basis because as someone who worked intently with NASA he wanted to know if you were truly worthy.

Fuck. You needed to get hammered.

“We were just kidding around. Rick and Mara and Chris and I…..he’s just drunk.” you're trying to play it off but you know its not working. Chris places his hand on the small of your back and says crisply,

“Rick is just fucked up Alex. See you around Y/N.”

Its curt and short and you nod, jogging up to Mara as you both move quickly. Willing yourself not to look back.

“Dude so much just happened in that moment I don’t even know how to help you recover.” she mutters and you nod.

“You don’t. We get hammered and deal with it on Monday.”

[spring-emerald]

i can’t help it, i just

For @thatishogwash who requested for MatsuDai and “You sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.” Thank you for your patience but here it is! Inspiration came in the form of this song. Hope you like it! 

When Daichi turns his phone on, he was immediately greeted by a series of ‘pings’.

He blinks down on the phone in his hand, quite relieved that he didn’t drop it due to surprise. He raised his brows at how the incoming messages never seem to end. The notifications bar has given up on showing the messages chronologically, but is racing towards the end as fast as it could.

After a while, his phone finally quiets down, and the screen tells him that he’s got more than a hundred messages. The fact that he got so many wasn’t the ultimate surprise, but that it came from only one person and one he wasn’t expecting to contact him again, after all these months.

Matsukawa.

Daichi frowns and glances at the time, noting that Matsukawa’s recent message, at least what his notification is telling him, was sent just a few minutes ago. If he’s got a hundred or so messages, then Matsukawa’s probably been texting him earlier. But what could he possibly want to tell Daichi, at this time of the night too?

Daichi hovers his thumb over the screen, debating whether to view the messages or swipe it away. His curiosity eventually won over, and he pressed on the tab, biting on his lower lip as he did so. The app opens, and it shows the most recent message, a misspelled ‘please’, littered with too many spaces and other letters.

The message before it has the same time stamp, is a broken ‘I’m sorry’, or at least, that’s what Daichi thinks it is. The previous ones are suffering the same state of misspelling or brokenness that can only ever be achieved when one is actually not capable of texting properly. He glowers at his phone, now holding it with both hands as he back reads the messages, realizing that Matsukawa has drunk texted him.

He scoffs bitterly. Of course. There’s no way he would contact Daichi again, sober. The way their relationship ended hadn’t been on an amicable note. Granted, it’s been a few months, but there still some remaining bitterness. He almost stops back reading, if it wasn’t for the messages he’s currently seeing on his screen.

(22:40):  i    can t   help  it.. ..i  j ust

(22:40):   i miss yuo

It was sent close to half of an hour ago, and doesn’t seem like it’s terribly typed as the most recent ones that also contains some hints of desperation (what with Matsukawa sending a ‘plss an serr’ and other variations of it at least 10 times). Daichi bites his lips again, harder this time, logic and emotion starting to wage a war against each other inside him.

On one hand, he knows that Matsukawa’s just drunk, and it’s only that reason that he’s unstable enough to message Daichi in the first place. But… in the few times he’d seen Matsukawa drunk, Daichi knows that whatever comes from out of his mouth uninhibited are his true feelings. It’s really the only time that Matsukawa cannot hide behind his jokes or memes, or even his enigma.

If he’s sent enough messages, with them seeming desperate, then he must be desperate. If he tells Daichi that he’s missing him then maybe…

His phone rings and vibrates in his hands, and Daichi stares as Matsukawa’s name glares brightly at the screen. Taking a deep breath, he swiped to the green colored phone icon and brings the phone close to his ears.

“Hello? Good evening, Sawamura-san?” an unfamiliar voice says from the other end.

Daichi answers tentatively, and hears the guy on the other end of the line breathe a sigh. The guy immediately introduces himself as a wait staff of the bar, and that he’s sorry for calling Daichi at this hour but he’s the only one he could call since he’s the recent contact, and that the owner of the phone needs help because he’s clearly out of himself, so maybe he can come over and pick him up.

Daichi doesn’t have the heart to tell the guy off, not when he’s clearly just being a decent human being, so with a sigh, he asks for the bars address and tells the waiter he’ll be there to pick Matsukawa up. Daichi drops the call, grabs his jacket and sets off.

When he gets to the place, he’s immediately let inside by the bouncer and guided by the waiter who called him to Matsukawa. Daichi sees him bent over the round table, head on top of a curled arm, while the other is splayed across the table. A part of his long sleeved shirt is wet, since it has absorbed the condensation his cold drinks have left on the table.

Daichi asks the waiter for a glass of water and Matsukawa’s tab, before he thanks him and goes over to his ex. He sighs at the kind of pitiful state Matsukawa’s in, noting the dark shadows under his eyes, quite visible under the lights. He doesn’t know how their break up affected Matsukawa, since he’s never bothered contacting him, nor did he ask their mutual friends about his condition, but seeing him like this, well, it clenches Daichi’s heart a bit.

He places a hand on Matsukawa’s shoulder and shakes him awake while calling out his name. Matsukawa comes to, after a few shake, each a little more vigorous then the previous one, and just in time as the waiter arrives with the water Daichi asked for.

Matsukawa blearily blinks up, eyes squinted even at the low lights as he tries making out the face of the person who woke him up.

“Matsukawa, you need to wake up.”

“…Sawamura?” He slurred, blinking his eyes slowly.

“Yes, it’s me. Can you sit up?”

Matsukawa doesn’t do anything for a moment, just kept on staring and blinking at Daichi, alcohol addled brain still trying to process the request. When it clicks, he moves his arms, pulls it back so his hand is on top of the table, and tries to push himself up. Daichi’s quickly on his side, arms braced under him and helps him with the challenging task. He slumps back on the chair, sliding down a little, and head lolling to the side a few more times before he’s able to control it to somehow steadily look at Daichi.

“Here,” Daichi holds the glass of water in front of him. “You might feel a bit better.” Matsukawa stares, then slowly brings a hand up and hangs onto Daichi’s wrist. Daichi puts his unoccupied hand behind Matsukawa’s head to keep it steady, the pushes the rim of the glass to Matsukawa’s lips, carefully tilting it, as Matsukawa drinks slowly.

He finishes the glass and Daichi puts it back down on the table and waits for Matsukawa. After a few moments, he’s finally got some semblance of clarity to look at Daichi with less haze in his eyes.

“You came,” he says.

“A wait staff called me,” Daichi says truthfully. “That… and well… you sent so many drunk texts… I had to come over and make sure you were okay.”

That’s kind of true too, since he’s already been contemplating going to where Matsukawa is, the phone call just beat him to it, and it also cemented his decision. He knows it’s not the smartest move, but despite how they parted, he’s not cruel enough to not help when he’s available to do so.

Matsukawa remains silent, then “Sawamura I-”

“Let’s get you home.”

“Please, I just…”

Daichi cards a hand over Matsukawa’s curls, pushing his hair back. It’s a gesture that always comforted him. The way Matsukawa closes his eyes and sighs is rather telling of that.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, when you’re sober. For now, we need to get you home.”

Matsukawa puts a hand on top of Daichi’s and nods.

[greyias]

Unsent Correspondence (5/10)

Title: Unsent Correspondence Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Synopsis: Theron hears back about those strange readings. He takes the news well. Warnings: See Part 1. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Crossposted to AO3 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

From: Theron Shan Subject: a toasT to uor heAlth

You would think that the shiny new center of civilization in the Galaxy would have a better selection of whisky — but apparently distilling a decent spirit is beneath them and most of the imports are sickly sweet concoctions that have no place near a liquor cabinet. I can see you rolling your eyes right now since you never had much of a taste for whisky — rather you would roll your eyes if they weren’t frozen with the rest of you. You should lighten up, whisky is GREAT and I have a bottle right here to prove it. Got an extra glass too so I’ll just pour you one. I was going to share with Lana but she got all snippy with me, so more for us. Just you and me.

Fair warning if you don’t drink yours by the time I finish mine I might just steal it. So drink up. This is the good stuff.

What are we raising our glass to you ask? Well, I guess you don’t really ask (because you’re frozen), but I’m just going to assume that’s the next part of this imaginary conversation I keep carrying on with you. Whatever — let’s toast everything, it’s a big bottle! The first will be to those brave, enterprising souls daring to smuggle such fine goods right under the nose of Emperor Law and Order. May their escape from this hell hole be as quick as their profits have been.

To this perfect shining city filled with idiots and sycophants, willing to turn a blind eye to the squalor and seediness just below the surface. I mean, Nar Shaddaa doesn’t attempt to hide what it is, it proudly displays its garish corruption in all its bright neon glory! No, it takes a special kind of hypocrisy to claim to be the best at literally everything without even knowing how to properly operate a goddamn carbonite chamber.

To the Emperor Asshole Supreme, who lies to everyone about you and is probably hiding something else. May this city and everything he cares about come crumbling around him in smoking ruins and burning ashes — and then maybe then he’ll know how it feels. Maybe I’ll show him. Like I was going to before Lana derailed that whole plan with this elaborate heist to steal his favorite wall hanging. Just need to find a way into that throne room and I could kill the man that killed you. Somehow. The galaxy would be a better place for it.

Oh, look you didn’t finish your glass. Looks like more for me.

And let’s have a toast to you — the voice in my head that never stopped whispering, even after you were dead. At first I thought you had actually come back, like one of those Force ghosts you told me about — haunting me every step of the way, second-guessing everything I was doing. I wanted to shove it away and hold it close at the same time — but it turns out you weren’t dead at all and I probably just went a little crazy. It couldn’t be grief though because you’re not dead and how can you mourn the living? Maybe I’ll make another toast for that.

To my enduring inability to hit the send button and commit to anything I actually want to say. Because I’ve gotten to used to talking to you when you’re not even here, missing you when you were never even gone.  I wanted to move on, but you just wouldn’t leave me alone. Always whispering in my ear when I was about to do something stupid, always staring back at me every time I closed my eyes — I even tried to drown you out with someone else once but I couldn’t even do that because all I could taste was our last kiss. Could never figure out exactly how much whisky it takes to wash that away. Guess I’ll just keep trying.

I need another refill. I told you this was the good stuff, it goes down way too easy.

And finally, to us — the broken us that never should have been. Making promises we could never hope to keep and thinking somehow we could actually save this doomed galaxy together. Except how could we do that when we can’t even talk to each other? You let me think things were okay, but they weren’t, were they? You felt the entire planet of Ziost die and you didn’t tell me. Then you went back there. What the hell were you thinking? What does taking readings of a dead wasteland prove other than you like to torture yourself? Why are you so damn stubborn? Why didn’t you say anything to me on Carrick Station? Did you think that I wouldn’t have stopped wallowing in my own self-pity for a moment to acknowledge your pain? I’m a talented guy, capable of berating myself AND hugging someone else at the same time!

I mean maybe I should have tried calling again, tried your personal holo instead of just the ship’s since your answering service sucks. Maybe I should have written. And maybe I shouldn’t have waited to talk to you in person the next time you came back to Coruscant because you never did come back, you just left that desolate landscape and headed out to Wild Space and straight into your carbonite tomb. And maybe I should have done all that but this is not all on me because maybe you should have said something to me because why did I have to find out from Doc of all people? That you weren’t sleeping because you were having nightmares? That you couldn’t meditate without Kira’s help? He said you acted like you had lost your best friend and damn it you hadn’t — I just needed some time to sort things out but if you had just told me what you were going through I would have gotten on that damn ship with you! Why can’t you just ask for help? Why do you keep everything inside? If you needed me for a moment, a night, or even forever why didn’t you just say so instead of letting me walk out that door thinking everything was okay?

One more glasss left? why the hell not?

I shuold hav known what we hd on Yavin was too good to be true that in teh end it wuold b just like everything else in my life. Bbut i got swept up in yer stuPid naivety   leT myself actualLy believe that youd actually keep your woRd ,…i mean its not your fault Not Really. yuU didnt ask to    be handedeD tHe responsibilility of an entire damn galaxy or to be zakZAKuuuuls political scapegoat or to be EXECUTED (& yes technically you werentT but thats beside the Point and im sure iVe got a point in here somewhere) & iM pretty sure you didnt ask to be frozen by the most inepT carbonite technicians in the ENTIER DAMN UNIVESRE cuz if U did then we need to talk but i GUess we arenT gonna get that cuZ yOUR GODDamn jailers are idiots & youjre being poisoned by the carbonite and theres no goddamn cure I asked i asked everyone on this planet who knew anything and ivE been trying to fix this and i cANt & you;re going to die

yuo promised you;dd never leave me behind but youre about to do it again and I GOADAJLNFLJHFAOFN AXH60826022 KVSLAMI26!#42 TSOUHSGDNSKDGSOUJLNWLHYSOUHGSGSEGSGS

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Irony

Ask:Maybe one where the reader is Felicity's younger sister by a couple of years and is attracted to Cisco with the prompt "Can you be happy, here, with me?"

A/N: sorry this took so long but imma (kinda) busy person. @petals-overdaisies i hope you enjoy 😁😁😁😁😁😘😁😁😁😀 also bare in mind im a only child so i dont know much about siblings. I’m sorry about any misspelt words, it’s 01:09am here😬😀

“Ughhh where are you going now?“ you followed your older sister through the maze of the arrow cave, you never quite knew who started calling it that but it caught on so you went with it

“I’m heading to S.T.A.R labs, because they need the worlds best hacker, hey maybe they might also need the assistance of my prodogy“

“I’m not your prodogy, you know daymn well i taught you half of the stuff you know“

“yeah ok, whatever anyway im sure Cisco would love to meet you, well not love love because how can you love someone before you’ve met them, i mean can yuo really be happy with someone, but then again this is Cisco we’re talking about“ you already knew were this was going, you waved a frantic hand in her face.

“yo earth to dork, God you and Oliver need to get back together again, if you start were gonna miss the next four years of our lives besides im sure me and this Cisco guy will get on perfectly“

“yes im sure you’ll get on like bow and arrow, which is an ironic thing to say cons-you gave her your famous death stare. DONT you dare start,Jesus, how hasnt Oliver impaled you with a arrow yet“ she shook her head and tapped her nose

“you’d be suprised“

*

“Ya’ll listen up up, i dont do mistakes, aint nobody got time for mistakes“ the raven haired enginer huddled over a small peice of metal.

“who exactly would you be talking to?“ you had to supress a chuckle when a high pitched scream left the enginer

“no..nobody, me, myself“ he panted, still trying to catch his breath “Jesus Felicity, you cant creep on someone unannounced and scare the living bajesus out of them “

“sorry about that Cis, so anyway where is this digital mystery you needed my help with, I even brought my baby sister Y/N“

“uh huh about that“ Cisco rocked on his heels and splayed out his palms “I’ve kind of already solved it, sorry about that“ he stoped rocking and turned to face you “but hey, its nice too meet you. I’m Cisco Ramon you can call me Cis if you want“ he extended his hand for you to shake, a nervous grin filling his face as your gloved hand accepted it .

“I’m sure it is“ you whipped your head round at your sisters remark

“Hey sis“ her blue eyes met your (E/C) ones, you looked over to the door then back at her “the doors over there, byeeeeee“ your sister just rolled her eyes and mutered something about the two of you needing a needing a room. Once she left the room you turened to face Cisco. “sorry about that“ you spoke sincerly.

“It’s ok, hey how did you do that“ his face beamed giving you a quizical look

“do...??“

“make Felicity silent“ your face broke into a smile as you leaned in next to him, you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

“Its a secret sorry pal, although i would be happy to share it if you tell me how you cracked that code“

“deal“ a caramel finger pointed at your face as you stood back up “but only if you awnser this question, can you really be happy, here with me?“ he half smirked, half looked dead serious.

you scrubed your hand over your face ““ God you sound like Felicity”

“yeah i know, i kinda saw her rambling earlier“ his hands started brushing thru the ends of his hair

your head tilted “how, i could’ve sworn it was only us in that room“

he tapped his temples “i, uhh, get these things called vibes, the’re basically visions of the past, present or future“

“you..you can vibe too?” you droped your head so you didn’t have to look at him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to

“yeah” he tilted his head as he caught what you said “wait did you say too?“

“uhh..yea“ you tried to make the atmosphere less awkward by chuckling a little, it totaly backfired “thats why i wear these“ you held up your hands to show him your gloves properly.

“and they supress the vibes?“ you nodded. He took you by suprise when he took your hands into his own and started to examen it. you slowly lifted your head to look at hi face.

*did his eyes look lile  before?*

*how could long hair look so sexy on a man?*

“like what you see?“ he gigled as you were pulled out of your trance *jeez how long had you been staring for?*

“no i mean yeah, i mean i was just wondering how your so ok with your vibes?“

“I was like you at first i hated them but now im ok with them, their a part of me”

“i dont hate them“ from the way he quirked his  eyebrows you could tell you werent being convincing “i’ll show you” you hesitantly started to take off one of your gloves, you swalloed and took his hand, your skin tingaling from the contact.

Blue and white streaks swirled around you, when you finially focoused on the scene infront of you, you were mortified. You saw yourself and Cisco entangled in a passionate kiss. you immeadeatly let go of his hand, the blue and white faded, a confused look washed over your face as you found Cisco grinning like a wildcat, whereas you were pretty sure Barry’s heart didnt beat that fast.

“I guess you can be happy with me after all“ the raven haired man steped closer to you.

You couldent stop grinning, the feeling of pannic being flushed with a light tug in your heart “i guess so“

YESSSSS I FINISHED IT(this took 2hrs to type) 😆😆😆😆😆😆 I HOPE YOU ENJOY. im not even gna pretrnd i didnt improvise the hell outta the end. imma sleep now cuz its 03:09😴😴😴