#i didnt even spend that much on the stuff i have i just resist spending money on it at all

[ethereiling]

The longer I live alone the more I (begrudgingly) acknowledge the value of getting yourself nice things. I was raised pretty poor, so it's hard for me to spend money on stuff that I don't 100% need but I have to say. this is nice. I got a fountain pen and it's making me want to write again. I put away my craft supplies away when I'm done with them because I thrifted a bunch of cool boxes and drawers. I'm more likely to do the stuff I actually like instead of just rotting because I have pretty tools to do it with. It's a little mind blowing I'm gonna be honest

[violetflowers55]

Hiii, love your stories. Could I ask for a short story or whatever you prefer about dr. phosphorus x GNreader. I can't find anything that has some full on ANGST. Whatever you feel like: reader almost dying while trying to save Phosphorus, or a depressed reader or (TW) something a little more serious like finding out either him or the reader SH, or have thoughts of offing themselves. Really anything that you feel comfortable with, even just the reader ignoring Alex beacuse of a challenge and the prank goes wrong. You decide whether we'll have a sad or a happy ending. I can't stop thinking abt this man- skeleton- diva. Thx💚

oh sorry, did you ask for angst? Gut wrenching, heart breaking, soul shattering angst?

lol i’m being dramatic, but i def took this ask and ran with it! I didnt use any of the situations you gave me bc your ask gave me an idea I couldn’t ignore, so if this doesn’t scratch your itch send me another request ♡

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(crimelord!Dr.Phosphorus x gender neutral!reader)

Summary: As Dr. Phosphorus’s on-call hired gun, it’s inevitable the two of you grow closer. You know it’s a bad idea, but you just can’t resist him. It turns out the annoying voice in your head was right; it was a horrible idea, worse than you ever could’ve imagined.

CW: Violence, murder, death, vomiting. Extreme hurt, no comfort.

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Dr. Phosphorus liked to be hands on with his work. There was no better sound to him than the screams of people getting their faces burnt off. But as much as he liked being hands on, some situations called for a different approach. If someone’s face was burned off, it was pretty obvious who did it. And it’s hard to spy and track people down when you glow bright green.

That’s where you came in. At first, you were just a hired gun. Someone didn’t pay on time? You dragged them to him. Policeman needed a bribe? You made the deals in the dark. New gang encroached on his turf? Not after you placed a few dismembered bodies in their base. Anything that needed subtlety and precision, he went to you. You were the best of the best. Plus, it didn’t hurt that he found you incredibly hot. Over time, he started coming to you with other requests, more… unconventional requests.

First he started making you accompany him to things where you weren’t really needed. He’d bring you along to brutal interrogations that almost always ended with him killing the poor sucker. His maniacal laughter would fill the room, and when his victim was about to drop dead, sometimes he’d look up at you. You could swear his flames and skeletal grin grew bigger when he caught your gaze.

Then he wanted you to help with run of the mill business stuff, often asking you to stay late with him. He wanted to know which goons you’d keep and which ones you’d dispose of, which criminal accountant you liked, what underground party scene was your favorite - stuff you really didn’t know much about. One time he even asked you to extensively vet new strippers for him. He seemed to enjoy watching them give you lap dances, maybe even a little too much. All the things he was asking you to do struck you as odd, but hey, he was paying you. Plus, you knew from the start working for a fiery green skeleton wasn’t going to be a normal gig.

What was even stranger than all of his odd jobs was the fact that you started to enjoy spending the extra time with him. There were more than a few times you caught yourself blushing when he looked your way, and even more times where you caught yourself staring at him. When it was just the two of you alone at night, he was different. Most people probably wouldn’t pick up on it, but after so many nights together, you did. He seemed more stressed and less cruel when there was no one else around to put a show on for. More… human.

Really, it was inevitable that it happened. The two of you had just finished with a guy late with his payments. He was more pathetic than the usual delinquents you dealt with. With every blow you dealt him, he cried for his mommy. He bones were barely even broken and he was already a sniveling, miserable mess.

“Ugh, I can’t listen to this anymore. Can I just kill him?” you groaned to Phosphorus, “You can take his debt out of my paycheck if it means I don’t have to listen to him whine for his mommy anymore.”

Phosphorus laughed, nodding at you to proceed.

“N-no, n-no, w-w-wait, ple-ease! I-I’ll pay it back, e-every c-c-cent!” the man begged through his tears.

With a roll of your eyes, you whipped out your gun and shot him in the head. Phosphorus stepped forward and pressed his palm to the ground, burning the body to ashes.

“Fuckin’ finally, that guy-“

Phosphorus rose back up and grabbed your head, silencing you with his lips against yours. It took you by surprised at first, but the deeper he kissed you, the more you melted into him. His one hand gripped your hair while the other slid down to the small of your back, pressing you against him. The warmth he radiated sent tingles through your body at every point you touched. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gasped into his mouth, desperate for more. He reached both of his hands underneath your ass, lifting you up and carrying you back to his office.

There were two other delinquents you were supposed to shake down that night, but it never happened. By the time the two of you finished, the sun was coming up. His whole office was a mess, papers and clothes and weapons scattered everywhere. You rested on the couch, trying to catch your breath. Burn marks littered the surface of your body. As you were desperately trying to recompose yourself, Phosphorus casually strolled to his desk and lit a cigar.

“Well, that was fun,” he said in a low, teasing voice. You smiled at him weakly, exhausted by your long night together. “Get some rest. I want you back to work tomorrow,” he headed toward the door, stopping by you and leaning down to your ear, “and maybe back for some more fun.” His breath made shivers of anticipation run down your spine. With that, he parted from you, leaving you alone and naked in his office.

Things continued on like that for a while. He was still your boss, that much was clear. He just also liked putting your talents to use in other ways. The logical part of your brain knew this was all a bad idea. It was never a good idea to mix work with pleasure. But the other part of you couldn’t deny how unbelievably attractive he was. The second his hands were on you, every logical thought in your mind turned to mush, and you melted into his arms.

It’s just sex, you tried to tell yourself, nothing more.

You were unconvincing. Every time he told you you could go home, you found another reason to stay. All the odd jobs he asked from you before paled in comparison to the stupid reasons you came up with. One time you even claimed you needed to reorganize his files. Phosphorus would always let out a little laugh and let you do whatever you wanted. He knew exactly what you really wanted to stay for, but he got a kick out of watching you do menial labor to try to hide your desire. When he got tired of waiting, he’d come up behind you and interrupt your “work”, not that you were complaining.

It wasn’t long before it all came crashing down. It was a regular night just like any other. The only difference was Phosphorus hadn’t touched you in several days, and you were feeling especially needy. You had just returned from spying on enemy turf and finished giving him your report.

“Hm. Good, sounds like they know they’re place,” he mused, “Keep me updated if anything changes.” You nodded and hopefully waited for further instructions. He started to walk away, then turned back when he realized you were still standing there. “You can go home now,” he said.

“But- isn’t there anything else I can help you with, sir?” you asked, trying to hide the desperation in your voice. It didn’t work at all, and he let out a chuckle at your neediness. He had you wrapped around his finger, just how he wanted.

“Well, I was going to do this myself, but I guess you can do it, if you really wanted to.”

You nodded overly enthusiastically, having lost all sense of shame and professionalism with how much your body yearned from him. He seemingly smiled at your enthusiasm and led you down the warehouse hallways to his interrogation room. The door swung open to reveal tonight’s victim. Two goons stood in the corners of the room, guns in hand. A single light bulb swung directly above the chair in the center of the room. Phosphorus walked forward towards the chair and spun it around, and your heart sank when you realized who was tied to it.

“Mr. L/N here has been two-timing us,” he said, gripping your father’s shoulder. His screams from his skin searing were muffled by the gag in his mouth. “He thought he could sell our drugs on our turf, and we wouldn’t notice!” Phosphorus finally released him and laughed. For the first time, you heard his laugh for what it really was: cold and heartless.

“Why don’t you show him how wrong he is, sweetheart?”

Phosphorus moved behind you, giving you a little shove towards your father. His face glistened with tears under the dim light. His eyes were full of pain and fear. He trembled in his chair, breathing shakily in and out of his nose. He looked at you pleadingly, and you wondered if he even recognized you. It had been so long - too long. He wasn’t a very good father - after all, he was a low level drug dealer - but he was your father.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Phosphorus prodded after you hadn’t moved for over a minute.

“I… I can’t.”

“You can’t? What, you feel sorry for the guy all of a sudden?”

You didn’t respond; you couldn’t respond. This was your job. This is what he paid you to do. It didn’t matter if it was your father sitting in front of you, he was just another idiot who had pissed off the wrong crime lord. In a rush of determination, you whipped out your bo staff and swung it across your father’s face. You hit him over and over and over again, letting the rage from your crappy childhood take over. His tears mixed with blood, dripping down onto concrete ground.

When his face was barely recognizable, you finally stopped. Your own tears welled in your eyes. He stopped sobbing, stopped trembling. His eyelids fluttered open and shut. Blood oozed from his broken nose, soaking into his gag. He looked so pathetic, just like everyone else you dealt with. But he wasn’t just everyone else.

Phosphorus scoffed behind you. “Bring in the kid.”

You turned around in shock. A kid? The two goons left the room and returned a minute later carrying a small boy tied to a chair. You stared at him while they carried him to the side wall, out of the way, but where your dad could see him. He was maybe 10 years old, and looked just like your father. His hair was even the same as yours. The knot in your stomach twisted tighter and tighter the longer you stared at him. Phosphorus walked forward and removed the gag from your father’s mouth.

“You ready to talk now?” he asked.

“P-please… don’t.. hurt him,” your father rasped. Phosphorus tutted and placed the rag back in his mouth. “Wrong answer.” He walked back behind you and lit a cigar, like this was just any other shakedown. And to him, it was. “Kill him.”

You looked back at him, trying to hide your shock and horror. “Don’t - don’t you want me to beat him some more first? You know, see if he’ll tell us what you want to know?” you tried to reason with him. It probably made you suspicious, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. Phosphorus stared at you, and you desperately wished you could see the look in his eyes.

“No. He won’t tell us. Go ahead and off him so we can go have some real fun.” His voice was flirty, but it was clear this was a demand, not an ask.

You shakily turned back to your father. He looked up at you through bruised, half-lidded eyes. Hesitantly, you pulled out your gun. Right as you pointed at his head, recognition flashed in his eyes. With the last bit of energy he had, his eyes shot open and he shouted into the gag, straining against the ropes that bound him.

The sound of the gunshot reverberated around the concrete room. The shell casing clattered to the floor. The kid sobbed and screamed through his gag, rocking back and forth in his wooden chair. Your father’s head slumped to his chest, the bullet hole is his forehead leaking blood down his face. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Eh, kill the kid too, just for good measure,” Phosphorous said.

Before your mind could catch up to what you were doing, you spun to face your brother. Your own terrified eyes stared back at you as you pointed your gun at him and shot right between his eyes. His body jolted backwards, the force of the gunshot making the chair underneath rock. Most people think people’s eyes shut when they die, but they don’t. His eyes stared into the ceiling, like he was looking up towards heaven.

“Dispose of them,” Phosphorous instructed his goons before stepping towards you and snaking an arm around your waist, “Now we can have some real fun.”

You shoved away his arm and walked out into the hallway. Everything felt numb. The reality of what you just did set in. Your heart pounded in your throat, fast and painful. Nausea overcame you, and you steadied yourself with a hand against the wall as you emptied the contents of your stomach.

“Woah, what the hell is your problem?”

You peered up from your hunched over position to look at Phosphorus. Behind him, the goons dragged two tarps with your family’s bodies away. Nausea flooded your throat again, burning as you hurled again. When you finally had nothing left to throw up, you wiped your mouth and answered him.

“I just killed my family,” you rasped, hoarse from your stinging throat.

Phosphorus watched as you walked away. His own stomach sank as he realized what he just made you do. You seemed smaller to him now, less formidable. Memories of his human life itched at the back of his brain. He often forgot you were human, but you were. You were human, just like he once was

[lyss-sketchbox]

My thoughts on Inazuma vs Natlan so far. Is that Inazuma dropped the ball. There's no questioning that. It was rushed and the resolution lacked weight, and it almost definitely needed a lot more space to breathe and probably would've benefited from the 5 act structure instead of speedrunning with 3 acts (such as needing actual time spent with the Watatsumi Resistance rather than spending like 30 minutes tops).

HOWEVER. I feel like the initial Act I-II of Inazuma did a great job established the STAKES. It showed us the very real damage being caused by the various unjust decrees and why people are fighting. Natlan I kinda felt like did a lot of telling instead of showing, and any potential stakes feel kinda... Unserious? Because no one's really seriously hurt and even if they're saying Natlan will explode soon, I'm not really feeling like it's as dire as they're trying to sell it.

BUT IVE BEEN INFORMED YOU CAN DO NATLAN OUT OF ORDER??? Like you could in theory do Natlan BEFORE Inazuma thru Fontaine (with the quick-start function) which is why Natlan is more 'self-contained' which is absolutely insane to me?? Like HELLO???

Overall, I feel like the concepts and plot presented in Natlan is fine. But they didn't do a good enough job of selling to me these things. Like the whole child soldiers stuff kjadf like we actually dwelled on it for longer than a millisecond, we'd probably realize that's super fucked up!! But instead we gloss over it, making the whole quest seem fairly light-hearted despite everything.

Rubs my hands together ok anon lets talk cuz yeah i have thoughts

About inazuma

I definitely agree with you that Act 1-2 (especially 1) of inazuma did well setting up and showing how much negative impact the shogun's rule has impacted the people:

Vision holders literally losing a chunk of themselves (or worst, their lives) from their vision being confiscated.

Non-vision holders risking their lives for helping said vision holders (the resistance)

International traders being stuck in the nation, repressed by local government, and scammed by local traders just to keep business alive.

Local government bloating the price of everything!!! (And being able to get discounts only if you have connections)

Corruption even in the highest positions (gestures at the Kujou clan)

Fatui meddling that lead to the deaths of many for profit

The shogun literally programmed her robot to be that heartless because she herself dont give a shit about any of these issues. As long as her eternity stays.

Fr after venti and zhongli, getting an archon that acts as a proper ruler of a nation AND an antagonist sounds COOL AS FUCK. The booba sword scene while yeah, boobs wooo, also was a wonderful show of her authority over her nation.

After that they tripped and fell in Watatsumi. While i appreciate the environmental story telling of Watatsumi's and Shogunate's bases during the war, we barely get enough time to do... ANYTHING of substance. If i remember correctly, we became team captain, then do a bunch of training and defeating vagrants (on our own because friendly npc fighters didnt exist yet) and thats it. Where is the plotting? Wheres the planning? It was all just an anime training montage we barely get to see or feel. I genuinely feel like we couldve just replaced the entire Watatsumi arc with 'the fatui is selling delusions to people with confiscated visions to help them cope with the lost so traveller go to the delusion factory' and NOTHING wouldve changed. Hell it wouldve made ALOT more sense why yae came to save us at the end if the whole thing happened in Narukami.

Also after all that SHOWING they did alot more TELLING about wooo how smart kokomi is she is so smart and cool and the savior of the resistance. Like girl the fatui had their grip on your soldiers to the point they almost didnt want to surrender their delusions what are you on about. While you can argue she was only a priestess before the war and had no war intellegence skills, the people prop her up as such, kujou sara took her seriously. So she has to have some merit. Well im not seeing any (fight me on this i dont fully remember what happens in watatsumi)

Also at the end we fight the literal dictator of the nation with the power of friendship then everyone and i mean EVERYONE forgave said dictator...... cool. They would definitely benefit from an extra act so that watatsumi adds to the idea that this civil war and the shoguns current decree is causing damage.

About AR

The thing is that the requirements for you to start Natlan AQ is to be AR 28 and finish Liyue AQ (which requires AR 29 for the entire thing). While starting Inazuma requires AR 30, Sumeru needs AR 35, and Fontaine needs AR 40 (highest AR requirement by far).

Id argue that each nation is supposed to be a self-contained story. Even so, based on AR requirements theyve been chronologically in order because you NEED to complete the previous AQ to start the next. EXCEPT for Natlan.

While this is obviously to be more open to new and returning players, it really.... decreases the stakes, like you would assume the more we progress the tougher challenges we will have to face. But Natlan? Nawww you can go to Natlan without fighting the dictator 👍

About Natlan

I AM ADDRESSING THE CHILD SOLDIER THING FIRST BECAUSE YES. THEY DEFINITELY DID ALOT MORE TELLING THAN SHOWING HOW THIS CHILD APPARENTLY CAN BE SENT TO WAR WITH A REAL CHANCE OF DYING!!!!! I talked about this before because they ironically did alot more showing how child like Kachina is which adds more to the FUCKING CHILD SOLDIER THING.

HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY WITH THIS??? Oh its our nations culture, its just the culture shock, OKAY YEAH BUT THE TRAVELLER AND PAIMON ARENT NATLAN NATIVES AND THEY DONT FEEL ANYTHING ABOUT THIS????? Wow yey cheer for the child to go to war! BRO SHE DIED AND WE WENT JACOOZIING WHILE WE WAIT FOR HER TO RETURN FROM WAR...............

ITS VERY OBVIOUS INFANTILIZATION BECAUSE IANSAN DIDNT FUCKING GET THE SAME TREATMENT. You know, the other small girl character there, nah she went to war just like Kachina, lived, and stood by the Archon and WAS READY TO THROW HANDS WITH A HARBINGER IF THE ARCHON DIDNT FUCKING FIGHT HIM HERSELF.

Everything just feels so.... chill? So relaxed with no stakes at all. I mean yeah the Abyss is creeping into the nation's roots but instead of sending armies we make it a tournament. Yeah people die in these excursions but we can revive them so we can ignore the horrors of experiencing death. Yeah the flames are dying so the archon has to give up some of her power to keep it lit but its okay! The harbinger is a gentleman that wont take this opportunity to do some scheming. We need the power of the chosen one of each tribes to save natlan but hey cant rush it! We got a year after all teehee.

Man. Head in hands. What the fuck.

Not even gonna go into the whole the archon is human but mavuika is the one that got reincarnated to retake the role just in time to solve a national crisis thing. Because i dont even know if THAT is accurate.

If they somehow trip and fall worse than inazuma id actually be amazed because the bar is very very low.

[iheartgracie]

jude duarte soft quotes

“So, in short, Valerian tried to kill me,” I say, finishing my story. “And I stabbed him… So I might be in some trouble.”

“He grabs hold of my wrist. I am shocked by the sensation of his skin warm against mine. “Take care,” he says, and then smiles. “It would be very dull to have to sit here for an entire day just because you went and got yourself killed.”

“My last thoughts would be of your boredom,”

“You were just going,” I tell Locke.

He grins. “I find I am very comfortable here,” Locke says. “Surely there’s nothing you have to say to the king that is so very personal or private.”

“It’s a shame you’ll never find out. Go. Now.”

“Stop you?” I echo. “Sure. If you’re a huge jerk and a threat to Elfhame, I’ll pop your head right off.”

“If you joke about this, I am going to—”

“Kill me?” he asks, raising both black brows.

I think I might hate him after all.”

i cant believe the land chose me

i, jude duarte, high queen of elfhame, in exile, spend most of my mornings dozing in front of daytime television watching cooking competitions and cartoons

“i don’t take commands from mortals” he says with his customary cruel smile. “so your gonna say something nice?” i don’t think so faeries cant lie.

“have i told you how hideous you look tonight?” “no tell me”

“i cant”

i can be charming, i charmed you didnt i?

you never break.

i know when we come to a door because i walk straight into it, much to the roaches amusement. “you really cant see” he says. i rubbed my forehead “i told you i couldn’t” “yes but you’re the liar, i’m not supposed to believe anything you say” “why would i lie about something like that?”

i am no longer a child and i don’t need comfort.

“you betraying toad”

“I’m a jerk. I’m an idiot,” I say. “I admit it. You don’t have to lecture me.”

“I thought you were going to give me a hard time about the glamour,” she says. “You know, the one you resisted.”

“You shouldn’t magic your sisters.”

“And you shouldn’t try to chop yours in half.”

“Maybe he regrets it. After all, I could be scolding him right now, instead of you.”

That makes me smile.”

“You won’t believe what we found in the treasury,” Vivi says.

“I thought treasuries were just full of gems and gold and stuff.”

“We found armor. Glorious armor. For you.”

“For a queen, Which, you may recall, there hasn’t been in a little while.”

“It may well have belonged to Mab herself,”

“You’re really building this up,”

“Well, even if the serpent bites off your head,” says Tatterfell, “the rest of you will still look good.”

“That’s the spirit,” I tell her.”

“Nothing can be seen until the event is concluded.”

“No pressure, then,” I mutter.”

“Do you remember the fairy tale with the snake who has the helicopter parents and marries the princess?”

“Helicopter?”

“You’re the one who’s late. But as the hero of the hour, that’s all to the good. I am going to make you into a vision.”

“Sounds like a lot of work on your part,”

“Will you dance?” he asks, presenting his hand.

“You may remember that I am not particularly accomplished at it,”

“I don’t know what to apologize for first,” I say. “Cutting off your head or hesitating so long to do it. ”

“I grin irrepressibly at Cardan. He smiles back, with a little surprise. It’s possible I don’t smile like that very often.”

“Vivi blows a noisemaker. “Here,” she says, passing out paper crowns for us to wear.

“This is ridiculous,” I complain, but put mine on.”

“A black horse was nibbling the grass of the lawn when they went outside. Its eyes were big and soft. Jude wanted to throw her arms around its neck and press her wet face into its silky mane.”

“In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television”

“There are two ways for mortals to become permanent subjects of the Court: marrying into it or honing some great skill—in metallurgy or lute playing or whatever. Not interested in the first, I have to hope I can be talented enough for the second.”

“She hops onto the bed beside me, disarranging my small pile of threadbare stuffed animals—a koala, a snake, a black cat—all beloved of my seven-year-old self. I cannot bear to throw out any of my relics.”

“We’re going to have fun tonight.”

“Fun?”

“I can see why humans succumb to the beautiful nightmare of the Court, why they willingly drown in it.

I know I shouldn’t love it as I do, stolen as I am from the mortal world, my parents murdered. But I love it all the same.”

“They talk about honor, but what they really care about is power. I am good enough with a blade, knowledgeable in strategy. All I need is a chance to prove myself.”

“Someone who, along with Princess Rhyia, doesn’t appear to be attending tonight. But—oh no. I do see him.

Prince Cardan, sixth-born to the High King Eldred, yet still the absolute worst, strides across the floor toward us.”

“Vivi said she wishes she had one.”

“I’m glad she doesn’t,” I say firmly, which is stupid. I have nothing against tails.”

“I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.”

“Are you going to quit the tournament?”

“You mean because of Cardan and his Court of Jerks?”

“You’re littering in a magical lake,” she tells me.

“It’ll rot,” I say. “And so will we”

“Cardan’s gaze catches mine, and I can’t help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth”

“There is always a moment when it begins to move that I can’t help grinning. There is something about the sheer impossibility of it, the magnificence of the woods streaking by and the way the ragwort hooves kick up gravel as they leap up into the air, that gives me an electric rush of pure adrenaline.”

“You want to sit down or something?” Heather says, nodding toward the food court.

“Somebody owes me coffee,” I say pointedly to Vivi.”

[nowordsformylove]

The Monkees was just Micky, Peter and Mike for a long time until Mike met Davy. He never told the guys about him (because he didnt want them to embarrass him) and Mikes always out picking up Davy and taking him on dates. Eventually Mikes ready to introduce his friends to his boyfriend but they just… don’t seem to understand

Mickys always asking Davy if he has a girlfriend and Davy (who does not yet know just how clueless these guys can be) thinks it’s a joke and goes along with it

Davy’s slowly integrated into the group then the band and then he’s asked to move in (after a heavy adult discussion with Mike about their relationship and next steps). Davy and Mike are both under the assumption they’ll share a room since… boyfriends. But Peter kidnaps Davy and begs until they can be roommates

Eventually Mike and Davy realise the others actually don’t know they’re together and bet each other how long it will take them to figure out. They don’t even attempt to hide their relationship but it seems the more coupley they act the less the others cop on

It takes them making out half naked on the couch for the others to even raise an eyebrow (“I thought you guys were just really close”)

wrote a short thing :)

“We’ve talked it over, and, well, Davy already spends so much time here anyway, so I thought ‘he might as well just move in’ and I think it’s the right next move for us and he agrees, so what do y’all think? Would you be fine if Davy moved in here with us?” Mike asked, shifting nervously on his feet as he looked down at his two best friends to see their reactions. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, it just seemed like a big deal asking his friends if his boyfriend could move in with them. What if they didn’t want Davy around that often? No, that would be silly; Davy already spent so much time hanging around the pad he practically lived there, the only difference would be that he’d be sleeping there now too.

He resisted the urge to swipe his hands against his jeans, but Davy felt his arms tense up from where his hands were wrapped around his bicep and he gave his arm a comforting squeeze.

“Yes that’s fantastic!” Peter said, with a wide, cheery grin spreading across his face.

“Yeah that’s a groovy idea. Davy is a perfect addition.” Micky chimed in.

“Oh, you think so? Thanks fellas, this means a lot, really-“

“I’m so excited I finally get to have a roommate!” Peter said as he sprung up from his seat. He latched onto Davy’s arm and started tugging him in the direction of his bedroom.

“You- what?” Davy asked as he let himself be pulled across the pad, throwing a confused look over his shoulder at Mike who stared back at him just as confound.

“It will be like a sleepover every night. And I won’t get lonely and have to bother Micky and Mike in the middle of the night anymore. We can put your bed right there and you can have these drawers in the dresser.” Peter said as he started opening drawers and moving his clothes around. Davy watched as he shuffled around the room moving stuff and reorganizing his drawers. 

“Um- Peter- you know- I was really planning to move in with Mike.” Davy said, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as Peter stopped his hectic motions and turned to look at Davy.

“Yeah you’re moving in with Mike, Micky, and I. That’s why I’m clearing a space for you.”

“No I mean I was planning to move into Mike’s room with him.”

“But Micky already rooms with Mike it doesn’t make any sense for you to move in there too… unless, is it that you don’t want to room with me?” Peter asked staring down at Davy with the biggest, saddest eyes he’d ever seen. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

“No peter that’s not it at all. You’d be a great roommate.” 

“So you do want to room with me?” Peter asked, a relieved smile taking place of the frown. Davy swallowed down the words of rejection as he stared into Peter’s wide, hopeful eyes. He couldn’t do it; what kind of monster could make Peter feel sad and rejected when he was one of the sweetest people Davy had ever met before.

“Yeah I’ll be your roommate. It’ll be fun just like you said." Davy barely finished his sentence before he was being pulled into a hug by an enthusiastic Peter.

"When are you moving in? Oh I can't wait to help you decorate your side of the room." Peter said clasping his hands together excitedly.

"What're y'all talking about in here?" Mike asked from where he was leaned up against the door frame.

"How Davy is going to decorate his side of the room!"

"His side of the room?" Mike repeated, quirking his eyebrow at Davy who smiled back at him sheepishly.

"Err, Peter can you give me a moment alone with Mike, please?"

"Of course." Peter said as he passed by Mike who was stepping into the room.

"Why does Peter think you'll be rooming with him?" Mike asked once the door shut behind them.

"I kind of told Peter that I would."

"Why would you do that?"

"I tried to tell him I was moving in with you but he looked at me with these big sad puppy eyes and I just didn't have it in me to disappoint him. I swear I've never met someone who reminded me so much of a golden retriever before." Davy explained. Mike nodded along to the last part, having been subjected to Peter's sad puppy eyes before. He knew they were hard to fight if you weren't used to them.

"It's going to be awfully hard to take it back now." Mike said. Davy gave him a pained look.

"Oh come on Mike, it's not so bad of an idea. If I move in down here then at least we don't have to move all of Micky's stuff downstairs. And if we need some alone time I'm sure the guys won't mind switching rooms for a night." Davy said, stepping up to Mike and wrapping his arms around his waist as he fluttered his eyelashes and gave a dazzling smile. "It'll work out fine in the end." he said as he stood on his tippy toes to press a kiss to Mike's neck, then his chin, the his cheek. Mike couldn't help the smile the spread across his face, and he wrapped his arms around Davy's back as he pecked his lips in a small kiss.

"I know you just don't want to deal with a sad Peter, but the Micky thing is a good point. I really don't want to have to spend the day lugging his hundreds of trinkets and god knows what else he has under his bed down the stairs."

"Shall we go back to my place and pack up my things? Peter's already started clearing a space for me, so I think I could be all set up by the end of the day."

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the car, I'm gonna grab some boxes out of the garage for your stuff." Mike replied, pressing one more kiss to Davy's lips before they untangled themselves and headed to the door.

[kfans-writerblog]

"A Love Song in the Rain"

The night was buzzing with excitement, the music filling the room with energy. Suddenly, I saw Matt Smith across the room, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't resist the chance to approach him.

"Hey there, Matt! Big fan of your work," I said, trying to keep my cool.

"Thank you! Always nice to meet a fan. What's your name?" he replied with a warm smile.

"Im y/n nice to meet you! " you give him a nice small smile

We chatted for what felt like minutes but was hours, lost in conversation and laughter. As the party winded down, he asked, "Would you like to grab coffee sometime?"

And that's how it all began - a simple conversation at a party leading to a beautiful journey of dating Matt Smith.

Everyday he would text you saying

Matt: hey how's everything i miss u I wish you were with me :(

You: sorry babe I miss you too i wish I was there too but you know we have work and stuff

*later that night he came home and surprised you with himself*

"Hey suprise!" He jumps

You jump back shocked "omg babe i missed you"

He smiles and gives your forehead a kiss

"I wasn't gone for that long I just saw you yesterday"

You smile and hug him tight "i know and how's work"

*he sat on the couch, going over some scripts*

"It’s been good, love. Just looking over a few things for the movie I’m filming next month. How was your day?"

"It's was great just working cleaning catching up on your shows" i sit down next to him

*he smiled, setting the scripts down on the coffee table and patting his lap*

"I missed you today. Come sit."

I sit next to matt and started to read out some jokes to lighten to his mood

he chuckled at your terrible jokes, finding them amusing even though they were bad

"Babe, those were horrible."

i pout "why did the koala didnt get the job"

he tilted his head at you

"I don’t know, why didn’t the koala get the job?"

"Because he was not koalafied"

he snorted, unable to hold back his laughter

"That is so bad, but I love it"

"Oh, remember we have dinner with fabion later"

he groaned, burying his face in your neck

"I forgot all about that. I really don’t want to go."

"It's a double date come on"

he whined, kissing your neck softly

"That’s even worse. I’d rather spend the night with you alone."

i wash up cureld my hair a little and put on a few dresses "babe black or white or blue"

he sat on the bed, watching you try on different dresses and admiring your figure in each one

"Mmmm blue. You look absolutely gorgeous in that color."

i put on the dress and shook my head and put on a black dress

his eyes widened, appreciating the sight of you in the black dress. He bit his lip and got up, walking over to you

"Now that one is definitely the winner. You look stunning, babe."

while we arrive at the restaurant mid way through dessert. "If the waiter arrives, order me a cheese cake, and will ya"

He nodded and waved down the waiter

"Hey, can we get a slice of cheese cake for the lady here?"

*i went to the bathroom, and fabion handed over a ring box to Matt*

"Here ya go, man,"

*he took the ring box from Fabion, putting it into his pocket*

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it. "

*he waited for you to return, getting a little impatient to give you the ring*

*i came back, lights dimmed a bit, scared, and i slid back next to u*

*he smiled at you and put his arm around you again, pulling you close*

"You okay? Why are the lights dimmed?"

*i smile and nod* "Im ok dear" *fabion signals matt to propose*

*he glances at Fabion and back at you, taking a deep breath. He was a bit nervous, but he couldn’t wait any longer*

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?"

"Yeah" *I gave him a smile*

*he grabs your hand, holding it tightly in his*

"You know how much I love you, right? "

*he started to rub his thumb against the back of your hand, trying to calm his racing heart*

*my heart beats fast and i blush*" yes "

*he looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation*

"And you know how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you? "

*he squeezed your hand a little tighter*

"Mhm" "i look at u*

*he let out a small exhale, mentally preparing himself for the big question*

"Well, I want to make that happen. I want us to be together forever, in every way possible."

*i smile and kiss your cheek* "i love you too matt more then anything "

*he smiles back at you, his heart swelling with love*

"I love you too, baby. And I want to make it official. "

*he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he had been hiding*

*i gasp and tear up, and fabion hyped you up. * "go, man, yess bro, u got it !"

*he chuckled at Fabion’s encouragement and looked back at you, seeing your tears. He took your hand in his once again and got down on one knee*

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course my love " *i hug you and u swung me in a circle and i kiss your lips* "im already yours now and forever"

*he kisses you back passionately, spinning you around in his arms. He felt like the happiest man alive, knowing that you had said yes*

"You’re going to be my wife. I can’t believe it. I’m the luckiest guy on the planet."

"Thanks for the ring I like it"

*he looked at the ring on your finger, feeling a sense of pride*

"It’s perfect for you. Just like you’re perfect for me."

[mynameisnotsoda]

Whattt Soda has problems !?!!!??!

This is where the egg stuff starts happening. Bad is becoming distant, Sapnap is off causing chaos, Skeppy was busy building his mansion, Tommy was exiled with Wilbur and Tubbo was just as busy as Soda; If not more, once he started spying for Pogtopia. So, Soda really didnt have anyone left, except for Fundy.

However, now essentially being a single parent to their ex boss' kid wasn't exactly ideal. Fundy's pranks and mischievous nature was frustrating to say the least.

In addition to those problems, internal and external, Soda's old coping mechanisms weren't working anymore. Crying makes them more frustrated and empty, painting isnt fun anymore, and drowning themselves in work is taking its toll. They start to get angry and dont know how to properly express that anger in a healthy way. So they start to become destructive and snappy.

Schlatt eventually recognized how much Soda was becoming like him. At first Soda was very sweet and patient, but they grew a bit bitter and it showed. Maybe it wasn't directly because of him but he felt kind of responsible, he cut Soda's workload and started checking up on them and Fundy after hours. He even stopped drinking at the bar to do so.

This works both ways, Soda to Schlatt or Schlatt to Soda. In a way they needed each other, if it weren't for Soda's kindness and open mindedness Schlatt would've never grown softer; if it weren't for Schlatt's experiences he would've never recognized that Soda needed help.

Schlatt had unintentionally become like a father to Soda, he was there for them while their actual parents were....busy. Then Soda unintentionally helped Schlatt grow as a person, for the most part.

....self explanatory

also self explanatory

November 16th, the day of the festival. Preparations started early, the food, the games, the fireworks. By noon the streets were bustling and the event was running smoothly. Until the speech, Schlatt had somehow found out about Tubbo's betrayal of Manburg; So Tubbo was trapped only to be executed on stage by Techno.

Everything quickly turned into chaos when Wilbur and the rest of Pogtopia showed up as well.

Manburg was no more, Schlatt was gone and Soda couldn't do anything about it.

Soda's first experience with grief, they didn't like it very much.

Soda went back home, distraught and a bit disoriented, but the Badlands were completely infested. Previously, Soda was fairly resistant to the Egg's influence—although not immune—but now that they were vulnerable it didn't take long to become infected.

Soda spends the next year or so in and out of everyone's lives, mostly trying to get their friends to join the egg. Soda basically became Bad's partner in crime with the Egg cult.

Soda was very intentional with how they tried to get everyone to join, until they grew more frustrated and irritable. Almost driving everyone away. Almost.

LETS GOOOOO ive been coming back to this on and off for weeks 😭😭 but the next part is finally done !!!!! I think I have two more updates after this, just depending on how many more songs i can fit pFf

Explaining my entire dsmpsona playlist because I can

P.s. every mention of Soda in this post isn't me, i just dont feel like putting c! In front of it every single time LMAO

Also i dont think i ever posted the ref on tumblr!!?!??! Criminal but putting it here is better methinks

I also put this in my studentbur playlist, which feels fitting for both of them. However for Adam its more metaphorical whereas with Soda its more literal.

I have my own shapeshifter lore that's loitering in my brain that i need to write down eventually BUT the basics are essentially that shapeshifters are "born" from the planet. They CAN come from other shapeshifters but only once and most choose not to have a bio kid.

So basically, Soda literally popped out of the ground one day, was found by Sapnap and then adopted by Bad and Skeppy. Soda was maybe physically 9/10 years old and was so curious about the world and excited to experience life. If any creature could possibly be made of pure love, its them.

Growing up Soda got REALLY attached to Bad, they clung onto him a lot and it was to the point where it was probably unhealthy. Of course Bad noticed, which made him actually set some boundaries despite not really wanting to. Skeppy was able to convince him, though, as when it comes to the kids hes the voice of reason.

So, Bad would start off by telling Soda that he was going to be gone, leading up to him just disappearing for maybe a few hours at a time before eventually coming back. Eventually Soda was able to function without Bad, but that ended up backfiring as they just latched onto Sapnap instead.

With Soda's attachment to their brother, they tagged along with him when he went out fairly often but after being weened off of Bad it became more frequent. Soda and Sapnap were practically attached at the hip, regardless of Sapnap's protesting.

With a group of teenagers they were obviously doing some reckless, stupid shit and Soda was just along for the ride! At first Dream and George hated Soda—they were just Sapnap's annoying younger sibling—but eventually they got used to Soda being around. Especially since they may have persuaded Soda to use their shapeshifting for nefarious purposes.

At first everyone found Soda adorable, their cheery optimism, endless energy and amusing naivety was a part of their charm. But then it became...obnoxious.

Sapnap always had a short temper, he tried his best to handle it, but sometimes he'd just snap at Soda when they became too much of a handful. He was always quick to apologize but it affected Soda deeply.

Soda very much struggled with any sort of negative emotions, when they felt it—it hit them hard. One day, it was enough to send them spiraling, having a panic attack alone in their room. This was also the first time memories of their past lives resurfaced. At first it was rather intriguing, though a jumpscare, but then it just got worse.

It seemed like Soda's lives were always filled with turmoil and a constant feeling of dread. The stronger their emotions became the more fragments of memories would appear. Soda didn't tell anyone about this.

Skipping much further ahead, Soda obviously sided with the Dteam during the revolution. They were family, in Soda's eyes at least. Which made it incredibly easy for Dream to use that to his advantage. He used them in every way that he could to win the war, even going as far as to try and make Soda resent Tommy and Tubbo. Soda was a spy, mostly, turning into a cat to effortlessly infiltrate the enemy. They heard and saw everything, but part of them felt bad for it, so they never told Dream everything. He noticed.

The horrors of being a child soldier.

Dream's obsession with power and control was never obvious, not to his friends and certainly not to Soda. They truly believed he had good intentions despite going to war with Wilbur. Then again, Soda doesn't understand what war really is. But the pressure to keep up with Dream's demands and avaid his increasing irritably became exhausting and overwhelming. Yet Soda believed it was their fault.

Tubbo and Tommy weren't safe from the horrors either, they had that much in common with Soda. The three of them went through hell, basically.

Dream.

Aaaand tumblr wont let me add more songs so im cutting this into parts through reblogs. I'll probably continue this later (bc its almost 2am pFF) and might post the second part before i go to sleep like im doing now :P

I am cringe but I am free

[risingsunresistance]

ok ok i've been inspired here is a big ramble about worldbuilding stuff that i think makes the resistance fight more interesting

under a read more bc 1) i need this to be sectioned into paragraphs and 2) i imagine this is gonna be WAY LONGER on a phone than it is on my laptop screen rn

okay so first of all. SCREW YOU SKYBLOCK TIME THAT'S REALLY BORING!! so skyblock goes through a year in about 5 days in our time. one day/night cycle is 20 real minutes. cool right? dante's reign lasted a little over 2 years! WRONG. admins are lame and decided that it's not an Actual year, it's literally a period of 5 days. one of the hub NPCs explains that the nights just go by REALLY fast here. BUT WHY WOULD A DICTATOR ONLY BE ELECTED FOR LIKE 12 DAYS THAT'S SO LAME, A 2YR PERIOD GIVES THE SITUATION SO MUCH MORE URGENCY... i think it's more fun to imagine being "logged in" puts you in an odd state of time where you experience more time than what passes. players stuck in the server were only gone for ~12 days but they Felt over 2 years go by. like that one training chamber in dbz or whatever

ALSO IMPORTANT. travel was banned by dante after a while. this meant that you were stuck wherever you were. 2 things of note here tho. 1) it's implied that all the islands including the player homes are connected physically, so theoretically you could fly to someone else's island, maybe even to the hub and back, if you were someone who could fly (maybe you have wings?) or if you have enough mana and dedication lol... but also point number 2. you could still log out, technically that's travel when you think of the servers/smps/etc as all being connected in some way. well that's no fun. imagine instead being fully cut off from the outside world. no chat to friends who arent logged in, no escape, nothing. there were probably poor outsiders who saw their friend suddenly disappear without a trace for a while. skyblock players are prone to do that, but they arent even available in chat?? that's not like them :/ augh i love it i love thinking abt ppl wondering where their friend went and they're like "lol sorry we had to kill some dictator. yea it was this whole thing. the admins all trapped us on the server too. no they were on his side. yea :/"

so anyways with that out of the way, think of how much more serious the resistance becomes with just those two changes. TWO YEARS dante spends making the place unlivable, slowly taking everything from you. money, pets, access to buildings (unless you pledge your allegiance to him of course), travel... but eventually you find out there's ppl who are planning on rising up against him. well why rise up, cant we just contact the admins? nope, no contact with the outside, we're trapped here. also, they're on his side anyways. yes, even simon. this resistance is gonna secretly make and distribute armor with the power to fight off dante. apparently he gets his energy from the moon or something. also dante banned the sun. dont ask how. either simon did that for him or dante has some very concerning powers. they have to get people with their cause without getting caught, but dante eventually puts out a notice that he caught word of a resistance brewing... so we got caught somehow. are there other people are on his side? one of our own reported us? well that might be a MASSIVE problem one day. could have also been an admin, since two of the generals live with one (aaaaand one of them would eventually become an admin. he also didnt lay a hand on dante during the fight despite being a general. hmmmmmmm)

it's all done and settled and things need to be rebuilt. everything is okay. someone put up a grave for dante, saying dante best of course. so his supporters live on. great, awesome, love that. but much worse than that. a goon was spotted in the main hub. no not the skyblock hub. the MAIN hub. outside of the skyblock realm. they escaped........

[yahoodarling]

Baizhu X Inexperienced/sick reader(GN)

I have done it... i have written fluff! It is possible! Im rather proud of myself

Warnings: Smoking

"You are going to hurt yourself." Baizhu sighed as you clumsily held the lighter too close to your face trying to get the paper to light. It wasnt your fault this damn paper was fire resistant. 

Baizhu stood up from his desks chair and sat next to you on the couch behind the Bubu pharmacy. Gently he tipped the rolled paper fulled with his selection of herbs and weeds upwards, took hold of your hand and guided it to lighting the end. "Suck in deeply. The flame needs suction to light the herbs inside, else you are just burning the ends of the paper and not the actual stuff you want burnt."

Baizhu was a good friend, he always entertained your thoughts and requests. You had known him for so long now, you were one of his first patients he had when the Bubu pharmacy began, of course you needed contant supervision at the time to make sure you were alright. Even to this day neither of you knew what exactly made you feel fatigued, light headed and easily susceptible to illness but your symptoms were a lot less sever now then they were in the past. You could live a life, have a job and have friends when before in your youth you were bedridden and scared to explore anything outside your rooms walls. Your teenage years were fulled with books and sleep, missing an important part of life but at least you got to know Baizhu, your reliable ever flamboyant doctor and friend. 

At this moment you wanted to spend time with him, he had gotten so busy in his work you hardly got to see him so you told him you were interested in trying out a known hobby of his: casual smoking. 

Baizhu described the sensation as simply mind numbing not world altering like you first thought. You always imagined getting high ment not being in the right mind, saying stupid stuff and doing stuff youd regret, Baizhu laughed a lot when you explained your concerns, how silly. 

You sucked hard on command, getting a mouth fill of a slightly bitter air, hardly anything as bitter as Baizhus medicine but still having that noteable ting to it. 

You let go and scrunched your face slightly, it wasnt bad or overpowering like you thought, in fact it felt underwhelming.

"Congratulations! Youve just set your first foot into a world of drug abuse and addiction. How do you feel?" Baizhu sang sarcastically, mocking your original concerns.

"Shush" you huffed and tried breathing in another pull to see if it was any different.

The man beside you chuckled and leaned back into his couch, picking up a book and flicking threw it. Hed never admit it but it was thanks to you he didnt overwork himself. He knew what was healthy for him but he often got consumed in his research or daily deeds providing for the sick citizens all over Liyue. It was thanks to you he could remind himself that a break was okay now and then. 

"So, how long does this stuff last?" You ask turned to him in question.

He continued to read his book, answer robotic like he knew youd ask and had planned a response long before. "Depends. Peoples bodies tend to work differently. It could take you a second or hours to feel the effects. The effects could last a jolly moment or a life time, or your body simply won't register it and you wont feel a thing. Its out of my control. All i can do is ulter the type and amount of stuff you take in, how your body recieves it is up to your body."

He looked away from his book and up to the roof, an emotionless look on his face which was very unlike him. "If i could control how the body recieves stimulants and toxins both myself and the world would be a very different."

You knew instantly that he was reffering to his illness. Much like you he was plagued with something uncurable, he never went into detail about it but you knew it was a soft spot for him. He feared death as much as you feared uncertainty.

You hummed in thought, trying to think of an appropriate response when you felt your hand lift unintentionally. Baizhu held your wrist, pulled in closer to it and gave a drag off the roll. Then leant back and huffed a sigh, getting comfy in the couchs blankets and pillows again. 

"Dont worry about it. Life has its treasures. We just have to explore them and cherish the ones that deside to stick with us." He stated before going back to his book. 

'Explore'. Were you too scared? You hadnt left Liyue Harbour your entire life, the furthest out you had gone was the surrounding mountain range one year you were feeling well enough to go see the lantern right. Perhaps you should try explore a little more?

With that thought the new muscle memory of brining the roll to your mouth unlocked as you periodically took huff after huff. Baizhu didnt give you anything 'heavy' as he described it and you trusted him to that. In time the plush couch, familiar environment and good friend to your side erged a dozy feeling to arise as you began to focus on the smaller sounds of late night Liyue. 

"Dont burn yourself." Baizhu suddenly said, lifting your hand away from your leg, the one holding the still liy though short roll. He took it out your hand, gave a quick pull or two and stood up to despose of what was left. 

Baizhu was so good to you. So gentle. His humorous nature that seemed overpowering at times contrasted to the graceful care he showed. In all your years of knowing him his touch had never been harsh, times you were in pain were all because of the sicknesses youd catch and it was thanks to him that youd recover.  

"Baizhu, you are so good to me." You voiced your thoughts. He chuckled in return and sat back next to you, a knowing smile on his face as he ruffled your hair. 

"Im your doctor. Id hope i can treat you well."

You frowned at his response.

"No, i mean as a friend, well… yes as a doctor too but i dont think i would be spending a late night with a usual doctor smoking and dozing off now right? I wanna thank you for this safe space you have created for me. Thanks to you i can over come my fears and slowly push my boundaries a little further everyday."

Baizhu pulled you in, cradled your head into his chest and have you a quick kiss on the crown of your head. The action left you a little flustered but otherwise unbothered.

"Im glad to know that. I hope to have more moments like this in the future."

He didnt pull away, you simply fell into his hold as he went back to reading. It was so warm and safe and yet something you had never done before, you had never been this close to him like you were now.

You truly wanted to get closer, to be fitted againt him entirely and share his touch but in order to do that youd have to initiate it. Baizhu wouldnt lead you into that. What if he didnt want to get any closer? Maybe he was simply comforting you and didnt feel as relaxed and willing to share each others space as you felt. You closed your eyes, deeply thinking about what move to make. You really wanted to get closer but you didnt want to distrub him. None the less you willed yourself. You shuffled in, lay your head deeper onto his chest to the point you slowly began falling into his lap.

Baizhu didnt mind. He hummed and let yourself get comfortable before laying his hand in your hair, gently carresing through each lock of strands and slightly pulling and untangling knots. The gentle pull of your scalp and soft plush of his lap tempted your eyelids to close. You battled greatly to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep and lose the moment.

"Its alright. You can rest. If i must rest so must you." Baizhu said as he looked down on you through his glasses, the chains connected dangling above like a childs mobile watching the chains and beads sway to his heads movements. 

"Next time you want to spend some time together you dont need to push yourself to involve yourself into my hobby, ill be more aware to spend time with you. I think its important and getting to share this time… its enjoyable."

His hands finally pushed you to closing your eyes and they stayed close. Finally accepting sleep. Baizhu blushed at the sight, enjoyed the view for a moment more then got back to carresing your hair and reading his book until he too retires to bed.

Look at me being all fluffy~ you would hardly believe its the same person~

[indepth-mbti]

hi, i want to know what type you think i am, and if i am e7 or e9. thank you!

previously, i have thought of myself as isfp (e7) but i realised that i lacked a set of principles/ morals which is wat Fi is about. after reading more about the functions, i see a lot of Se and Ne in me, in that Se: i observe my surroumdings a lot, surroundings matter to me, i get distracted by them even when someone is talking to me. things like people dropping their phone, kids crying, what show the person in front is watching etc., Ne: i like to keep my options open, i like imagining myself doing things more than actly doing them. i work in spontaneous bursts of energy. i also need freedom of choice. i dislike people telling me wat to do and restricting me. making a routine/ timetable doesnt end well usually.

honestly, i cant fathom why i am so preoccupied with finding my "type" cos a big part of me just doesnt see the point, like i change a lot, i am inconsistent. i also mirror people easily like their accent/ way of talking, if they are more focused on logic or emotion. hanging out with more than 1 person is a bit weird, because it's hard to adjust myself accordingly so i tend to become a 3rd wheel.

ive seen many mbti posts but i only relate in bits and pieces across diff types. but a friend whose opinion i value a lot thinks i am an isfp which is probably why i am hung up on it.

however, she recognises that i can be v flighty, partly due to childhood trauma and partly because i feel too much and i want to detach myself physically and emotionally. that being said, when it's safe to express my emotions, i cry easily and a lot, like during movies. sometimes i even get headaches, fevers and nausea from very angsty stuff. (i dont understand people who dont cry during demon slayer, in fact, im scared of them.)

when making decisions i choose the path of least resistance. but theres one thing though: i felt that my previous job was treating me unfairly (logically speaking, it was very bad luck and carelessness but i felt cheated of my effort as a whole that i put in) so before quitting, i wanted to get even. i didnt plan or think in depth, i just did what i thought was fair to me. at first it was totally impulsive but later i did put some thought into reaching my end goal more smoothly.

when i first play an open world game (genshin) i spend 3+h exploring and having fun, not knowing abt the objectives. then i get lost and cant complete the objectives at all which makes me quit. heh.

I don't see enough proof to tell if you're Se or Ne dom, I won't rule out Fi dom tbh. You're for sure a high FiTe user.

"i also mirror people easily like their accent/ way of talking, if they are more focused on logic or emotion. hanging out with more than 1 person is a bit weird, because it's hard to adjust myself accordingly so i tend to become a 3rd wheel." "when making decisions i choose the path of least resistance."

This sounds a lot like E9, specially sx9. I don't see the narcissism and fraudulence of the E7 in you, if you're a head type I'll say that you're E6 - I think that you're E9, but there's an orientation towards justice and fairness that sounds super E6 in you, but it may also be FiTe.

I'd go for ESFP sx9 tbh. Specially for the "what's the point of finding your type?" part, Se users value practicity. But I recommend you to keep analysing yourself, specially regarding perception and what kind of information do you prefer - do you feel more comfortable with tangible facts? or do you feel more comfortable with big and abstract ideas? Don't answer this questions right know, your own psyche can be quite manipulative. Observe yourself, be patient.

[spinaroos-47]

uhhh what’s your favorite toh character writing-wise? like the most interesting character/ most well-developed character in the show?

I am going to resist the urge to focus on Hunter here fjsnfnfnd but just know that i do really like his development and writing (minus one personal gripe). He is my blorbo for a reason and its mostly how he's written

But i really do think that the owlfam trio got really strong amazing arcs througout both seasons. Luz's is going on a worrying direction, but not from a quality standpoint, Im just worried about the inevitable darkest hour relapse she most definetly will have :'3 but i do really love how theyve been dealing with her problems and struggles. She's a very solid protagonist

Eda also got a very strong arc going, comparing between luz and king, she's closer to an end of hers than her kids are. Doesnt mean any less about it, i just think her resolution isnt going to be as messy as the other two, which is good, variety is good and boy this situation is already quite distressing, i need a breather gjsjfnfndn. The whole curse and Lilith thing is handled so well and Raine's introduction in S2 really got to show us a side of her that we didnt see much before. Both her and Raine do wonders on eachother's arcs.

And king, my dear poor boy, my heart aches for him so much. I already said before that i care a lot about him, and every single King episode in S2 breaks my heart. He's just a kid and he's dealing with feelings so big and that ideally he shouldn't be having to deal with this young, or that he shouldn't have to deal with at all in the first place. And even on s1 i like how he's not just for comedic relief. He is that but he has a depth to his character basically since the first episode. And he's quite relatable on quite a lot of his episodes. Since my first watch of really small problems i have deeply related to what he felt there. He's painfully obvious on what he's going through, and tbh sometimes i feel like the fandom overlooks that. He's not taken seriously, he wants people to spend time with him, and that kinda gets reflected on the fandom as well. No one gets him like i do/j

Not to mention how he went from a little kid with delusions of being a king, to getting the HORRIFYINGLY PAINFUL realization that his life was a lie and that he's actually just a kid, to trying to find his dad, understand more about himself and just be a kid, to learning that he's a freaking Titan and that who he thought were his demon family were the killers of his species, to wanting to shoulder everyone's burden because he's a Titan and he wants to help people, to finally, sacrificing everything to save his family, which includes doing the thing he feared the most, luz going to the human realm and not being able to return to the Boiling isles

Not to mention all the complicated feelings about luz returning to the human realm. She's his sister, she's the closest bond he had with someone besides Eda. The first episode of season 2 had him desperately wanting luz to stay in the demon realm, and by the finale HE was the one who pushed her and the others through the portal

He's gotten to mature just as much as Luz, and while this isnt a totally bad thing, its heartbreaking that he hasnt really got to fully be a kid ever. Before, it was him being so sure of him being a a terrifying demon king, of course he was pampered and etc but its not the same as knowing you're a kid and letting yourself be a kid. And then he learned the truth, he tried to be a kid but that basically lasted two months and during that he's had to deal with other complicated stuff and trying to know more about himself. And after all that 2B happened which didn't really leave room for him to just be a kid, especially after he learned that he was a Titan. He matured a lot but he shouldn't have had to mature that much, he deserves to be a kid and not have to worry about anything else besides his friends and family, possibly school, and goofing around. Its tragic honestly.

I hope he gets to really be a kid after all this

You're welcome for this accidental essay fjsndnrnr

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

birthday sex with birthday boy mammon😩

i was just thinking about this and because he is the birthday boy then why not?

(Also please spare me i havent written anything similar to this)

⚠️ALSO SPOILER ALERT AND MINORS DNI⚠️

MC'S BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MAMMON💛💛

You cant help but feel a bit embarrassed by the amount of costumes Mammon bought for you. Not to forget either about the crazy amount of stuff he bought seperately too.

At the end it was a long day, and as fun as it was to spend it with Mammon for his birthday you still feel like something was missing. You sit on the coach from Mammon's room, helping him get all the stuff he bought out from the bags and then organize them while he continues to brag about it all.

You listen to him talk and show off everything he got for himself. the face he has right now, it's almost like he forgot completely that he only got this luck with the money because of a curse. That is when it clicks for you... you havent gotten him a gift at all! Or did you? You cant really remember giving him a gift at all so lets just say you didnt. (At least spending the day with him was the gift- forget it, you wanna give him another gift!)

You look at the costumes he bought for you. You remember how Asmo giggled at some very revealing costumes that Mammon bought and then you come up with an idea.

"Hey Mammon i wanna check something from the stuff you bought for me, i'll be right back it wont take long" you say to him.

He looks over at you as you grab some of the costumes.

" oh, so my servant plans on putting on some of the costumes huh? Well then you better show your master how you look in them" he proceeds to say.

You turn your head and grin at him, "no i think i wont" you spit out with joking intentions. He panicks a bit before following you and claiming that he really wants to see you in the costumes " come on! Human! Im the birthday boy you should show meeeeee!".

You giggle by his reaction. "Im going to show you chill" you tell him in a friendly tone. He blushes but only a bit. "Tsk- i know but still!".

You change into the first costume. Its a silly yet cute sheep costume, almost like a onesie but heavier. Mammon laughs at how you look.

"Ha ha ha, laugh now all you want but just you wait"

" oh you bet i'll laugh! This is hilarious"

He ends up taking a picture from his DDD "this will be so worth it later" he says. "Mammon! Get rid of that!" You say now embarrased.

You run behind him and try to get his DDD from his hands but he lifts his hand to where you cant reach. The costume however is too heavy so you end up giving up and decide to test another one of the costumes. This time its a suit.

There isnt anything crazy about this suit, its just a suit, but still pretty fancy nonetheless.

"Now if that isnt style then i dont know what it is MC" says Mammon as he takes yet another picture of you. You sigh annoyed by him taking yet another picture of you. However little does he know about what you have planned to do next.

You dont complain this time about the picture and even insist that he has his DDD ready for the next costume you plan on putting. He smirks as he says he will and even holds his phone, with the camera open, ready to take the next picture. His smirk dissapears and to replace arrives charming red blush on his cheeks.

He lowers his DDD as he stares at the bunny suit you are now wearing. You also make sure you are wearing it wrong, in a way that your body shows its skin. "MC... w-what are you doing?" He asks as you pose for him.

"Im showing you the costumes you bought for me, just like you told me to do so" you respond with a wink.

He stares at you processing what is going on. You take one, two, three steps towards him while loosing up a bit the suit itself. "Youre very quite Mammon, do i not look nice?" You say while smiling maliciously at him.

"W-what? No! You look great MC, well- not great but, um, uh.." you cant tell he is getting nervous just by the way he is talking right now. He is so predictable anyways, so much so that his brothers literally handed you a guide about him. You get close enough to gently carress his arms and soon waist as he pulls his arms away. "Im going to need you to speak clear pal" you say.

"MC..." he looks so cute when he gets this flustered.

"What wrong? I was hoping you'd like my present Mammon? Or was my idea to much for you?" You tease as you turn away from him.

"No! Its great-i mean um.."

He grabs you by the waist and stops you from going anywhere. "H-hey look... since its my birthday then that means that what happens is because i want it and uh... yes" there he goes, messing up his words. Sure, sometimes he can pull it off but you know how to make a number on him and wow is it fun.

You turn around to face him yet again and then tell him that its his birthday, as if he had forgotten or something. Your hands go around his neck and you make sure to be as close as possible to him.

Before he can say anything you pull him in for a kiss. He doesnt hesitate to resist and kiss back. He pulls you closer by your waist with one hand and deepens the kiss by holding your head with the other hand. Before you know it the suit is gone, and now you are in his bed getting destroyed by him. He thrusts and makes you pant and moan. Your hands go from one moment on his back, digging your nails into his skin to gripping the bed sheets by the roughness of his thrusting.

You find yourself screaming his name as he makes you orgasm while also being as close to his body as possible.

"MC.." he says into your ear, you feel him then kiss it all theway down to your neck. His hands are everywhere, feeling every inch of you. His greed is showing, he just wants every single part of you for himself right now. It's all obvious by the way he is holding you so close to him.

You werent even sure that this wouldve worked, but still its happening. He picks up the speed as he reaches climax, you also feel yourself coming to edge. You feel your butt get filled by his cum.

Its a weird feeling, definetely has been a while since you've done this act. You feel his breath on your neck as he takes a moment to rest. Your eyes glance over at him to see his face right now. His face is still red, without losing his cool however he lays next to you. "So that was your present to me? Not bad.." he says. You decide to lay on top of him and cuddle up to his body. His air gets caught up yet again by this action. "Happy birthday, did you enjoy your day?" You ask him.

He pulls you closer but gives you that so famous tsundere face of his. "Yeah it was fun.." he mumbles out.

[marauder-exe]

Sick- Wilbur Soot x Reader

Sick- Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word count: 1k

Request: hey gurlllll!

I was hoping for a Wilbur x reader imagine where reader is behind the camera on one of Wilbur streams bc there Ill so he is keeping an eye on her, but something happens so they pass out and Wilbur panics and end stream nd stuff love your. Work !!!

A/N: this has some sickening fluff

Ah, Anaemia- a great plague to your existence. You'd had anaemia since you were young, you'd always been pale and fatigued, but everyone assumed it was from your lack of sleep, nobody thought something deeper was going on. Until your mum took you to the doctor. It was a manageable condition, of course it was, but if you're as forgetful as you are, it's often hard to keep track of your iron intake. You were prone to fainting- it wasn’t very often, but it was enough for Will to keep a watchful eye on you, especially if you hadn't eaten all day.

You were sat on his bed, soaking up the warmth of the covers. You'd gotten sick recently, nothing too bad but enough to keep you in Wilburs bed indefinitely. He was streaming Geoguessr, and insisted on keeping an eye on you due to your sickness. It was hitting about 1 am, the usual for you two, night owls. You hadn't been able to stomach much all day except some terrible mushroom soup Will made, you appreciated the effort though. You decided you could probably stomach some toast. You'd just heard Will guess correctly in Geoguessr and he yelled in excitement. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips before throwing the covers from yourself. Immediately the cold hit, your body not being used to it after spending all day curled up in the blanket. You broke out in goosebumps as you shivered a little bit. You still saw Will's gleeful face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. That seemed to be the last thing you saw though, because as soon as you stood up, your vision started to go spotty and static, and you could practically feel your legs crumble underneath you. Without being able to get a word out to Will, your body hit the wooden surface of the bedroom with a thud.

Wilburs head shot in your direction as he heard the thud of the floorboards.

“(Y/N)!” He immediately threw his headset off and ran over to you, kneeling down instantly. In classic Wilbur fashion, like he does every time, he completely overreacted to your fainting spell. Within seconds you had regained consciousness and could hear Wilbur freaking out. Your head throbbed, you fell hard. You lay your hand on Wilburs arm to calm him, and at the sight of movement, he immediately ceased talking. He lay a soft hand on your cheek, staring at you like you were a doll. You'd told him multiple times that this happens sometimes and your usually fine, but it always scares him. He just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. And he knew he wasn’t being rational, because you were fine every time, but he couldn’t help but worry. You gave him a soft smile as you sat up with your arms.

“What were you trying to do? You know you're sick right now and I could've just gotten whatever you just RISKED your life for” He definitely emphasized that bit. It made you giggle.

“Becauseeee, you were streaming and I didn’t want to disturb you” Simultaneously both your eyes went wide. He was still streaming. You burst out laughing as Will asked one last time if you were alright, to which you gave a nod, before rushing to his stream. The chat was going absolutely wild because, what the fuck just happened?? He put his headset back on and looked into the camera, he was red and flushed.

“I am so sorry for the sudden leave chat, my... girlfriend is sick right now, and she thought it would be a good idea to overexert herself” He was very hesitant to mention his girlfriend to the stream, as they didn’t even know he had one. He preferred his private life private, but he absolutely couldn’t think of a good explanation for what had just happened.

“I DIDNT OVEREXERT MYSELF I JUST STOOD UP” You shouted, laughing, from your position on the bed. His chat, which about 5 minutes ago was filled with stans on the verge of calling 999, was now incredibly relieved, but also thoroughly surprised. His chat instantly filled up with requests to see his elusive girlfriend. To be honest, he thought they'd give a much worse reaction to the fact he had a girlfriend. It made him smile a little.

“You guys wanna see her?” He smiled, looking in your direction to check if it was okay. You smiled back, which was all he needed. He immediately ran over to the bed and grabbed you bridal style to show the stream. He couldn’t resist a chance to show you off to anyone. You giggled so loudly before shouting,

“No please I'm sick” in a dramatic manner whilst throwing your hand atop your head. He held you like you were his prized possession and looked at you admiringly.

“She's still gorgeous even if she is sick, right chat?” He glanced towards his screen before looking back at you. He carefully put your feet to the floor and let you sit on his gaming chair. “My deepest apologies chat but I am going to have to end this stream, no way am I letting them pass out again” He smiled whilst reading some of the nice comments from his stream. He closed StreamLabs and stopped his stream before looking at you with such a dad look.

“What?” You said adorably before you both laughed. He picked you up again bridal style, eliciting a small scream from you.

“You are getting back in bed, and I am getting you some food” He said sternly, and you knew there was no point arguing.

“Can you get snacks and we can cuddle my sickness away?” You pouted. He broke out in a smile of adoration as he lay you onto the bed.

“Of course” He kissed your forehead gently and started walking to the kitchen. You couldn’t help feeling bad that you interrupted Wilbur's stream, but at least you didn’t have to keep hiding your relationship. You smiled and turned on your favourite show, impatiently waiting for Will's return.

[boycock-boycunt-boyslut]

Hi a started reading your story's and i really like alot of them and so this will be my first character x reader request so i hope i don't screw things up. 😅

So its baal x male reader who is a samurai and a loyal personal guard for baal just like sara (i hope im saying the right Character 😅) and secretly they are a couple but because of her enemy's you two keeping it a secret. But sometimes you and her meet up in a secret place to relax and talk (and maybe do some other things that couples do) (not talking about nsfw stuff)(something like cuddle or kiss) 🤣

So yea thats it for my first request😶 I hope i didnt write to much or something weird and didnt break any request rules😅🤣

That's all for my first re quest have a great day & and stay safe out there everyone

it's alright anon!! you didn't break any rules (n ty for this req this is adorable,,) again ty for enjoying

hc because im kinda tired n a lil stressed dkjskj if you want a fic you can req one as well anon!! this really is just an outline for one so i could do it if you want <3

req rules/info

baal x male!reader warnings: i describe things poorly n they most likely make no sense, reader attempts to flirt. fails, written before baal's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: after a long day on both sides, you and baal see each other once again.

"i request his presence immediately," the shogun said.

one of her men nodded and walked off to get you. a while ago you were sent with troops to deal with the resistance once again. and with sara taking over on that side, you were able to come see baal yourself once again.

it only took a few moments before she could hear the sound of footsteps approach at her door, you emerging from it.

"here he is," the lower guard said.

"you may leave."

the lower guard walked out of the room, leaving you and baal together.

"you asked for my presence?" you asked.

"of course, we shall meet at chinju forest. for now, you can stay here."

and with that, you had spent the rest of the day serving further as baal's guard. it was until the end when she dismissed you, (at least as a guard) were you able to travel to chinju forest.

baal stayed silent during the walk mostly, letting you talk if you wanted to. it was rare that she was able to see her lover so she had always silently enjoyed your presence with her. much less were the two of you able to actually spend time together off duty.

as an archon (much less one that ruled like her) baal kept the identity of those near her quiet. the most civilians would know are her personal guards that people would see with her. other than that, it was all completely private.

so when these times came where the both of you could spend time together, it was something she always cherished quietly.

"the forest always looked wonderful," you smiled. baal turned to look over at you while you stared down at the glowing flora in the area.

"it is a stunning place," baal agreed.

"al -"

"stop right there young man."

you weren't even able to finish your thought before baal flicked you on the forehead.

"aw cmon! i wasn't even able to finish the first word."

"i already knew what you were going to say anyways."

"whatever you say ma'am," you smiled at baal as she rolled her eyes.

silence fell over the both of you as you two walked to another part of the rest. one with a patch of grass surrounded by the glowing flora and with the water right behind it.

"maybe soon, we could do this more often," you thought out loud.

baal knew you wished for a more easy way for a relationship, as she did as well. but sadly, she couldn't endanger your life nor threaten the eternity she wanted to uphold. losing you could only make things worse after all.

"one day," baal replied. "one day, hopefully sooner than later."

[luxwritings]

Okay so I sent in the request about their s/o getting hurt, sorry for being unspecific 😅. Could it be monster trio accidentally saying something that hurts their fem s/o then they realise that she’s ignoring them or they like catch her crying. Angsty to fluffy by the end if possible. Ty and sorry again x

No need to apologize! If I didn’t get clarification I would’ve wrote it as physically hurt. I’m really glad you sent another request because now I know I could write it the way you actually wanted me to:D

Monster trio saying something that hurts their s/o

Reader: fem

Zoro

Zoro would probably say something to you as a joke but comes off as serious, since sometimes its really hard to read his tone. An instance comes where he makes fun of you the exact way he does for Sanji and you are absolutely not having it. Your day was already not going well since you were already insecure about some stuff, and because of that you took Zoro’s messing with you as malicious intent. But, can you be blamed? It’s hard to tell, and was rude in the first place.

Pissed from his comments, you started to distance yourself a bit since it kind of bothered you that he didn’t really notice the weight of his words. Tired from the stressful day, you go into the birds nest for some time to yourself, not even noticing the tears that carelessly streamed down your face.

Zoros return to the nest startles you, and you quickly wipe your tears before he can say anything that could hurt your feelings anymore. He has a slightly tired look on his face, as always, but a bit more sincerity in his eyes.

“Were you crying?” he asks in a bit of a soft voice

You let out a bit of a soft sob “No.” You cover a bit of your face with your sleeve, lowkey accepting the fact that it’s hard to cover up crying so abruptly.

He took a seat next to your on the floor, staying silent for a little bit before trying to figure out what to say to you to make the tension relieve a bit. Zoro wasn’t visibly nervous, but he definitely was internally freaking out.

“Did you have a bad day?” he asks, in an even softer tone than before. You glance at him and nod in response.

“I didn’t like what you said.”

He responds almost instantly, “I know, I’m sorry.”

A pause of silence fills the room again until he continues, “I should’ve known better. Do you forgive me?”

It’s hard to bite back a smile when he talks to you like that. Sometimes you’re convinced that your boyfriend is seriously an airhead.

“Why would I forgive you so fast?” you ask, the last part of the sentence almost breaking into a laugh the moment you saw his neck hung down, seeming to be asleep. ‘That’s a good way to get out of confrontation, I guess’ you think to yourself.

You’re still a bit hurt, and you decided you’ll talk about it more the day after when things have relieved a bit. For now though, you cuddle up to Zoro on the birds nest floor and fall asleep with him. What an adorable idiot

Sanji

It would be so unintentional, oh my god. If it had to be something hurtful, in this case it would be more.. jealously based. After you began dating, Sanji doesn’t really pay as much attention as he used to to other women, yet particularly today, he was on your nerves. He compared you to another girl, putting you down in the process.

Sanji gets distracted quite easily, so he didn’t really see your reaction when he said it. You were thankful for that, and decided to storm off to your shared room where you can let out your feelings and cry

The tears felt like they were flowing endlessly, your head was so buried in your knees that Sanji’s sudden gentle touch on the top of your head startled you. You must’ve been so caught up in your sobbing that you didnt hear him come inside. You slowly bring your head up to meet his face above you, face flushed from crying.

His face is filled with so much concern and sadness when he looks at you, that he cant help but to kneel down next to you and bring you into a tight hug. You didn’t protest, deciding that he was probably really sorry and didn’t fully understand what he said meant to you.  Unlike Zoro or Luffy, Sanji realizes what he did wrong the second he sees your reaction.

“I can never forgive myself for making you cry, [Name]-chwan. I’m so sorry”

You sob more into his shoulder, “Sanjiiiii” you drag out, and mumble “I hate you”

“I love you, darling” 

A short moment of silent passes, “Did you mean it?”, you mutter, face still buried in his shoulder that still faintly smelled like cigarettes and cologne

“What I said? No! Of course not! I would never even think for a second that there’s a girl as amazing as you, [Name]-chwan”

You hum in response, deciding to hug him tighter. You’d let it slide this time.

Luffy

We all know Luffy has a tendency to be blunt, and you let it pass of course since it’s apart of him. Though, a time comes around where Luffy is so caught up in other things like helping nakamas, fighting, trying to become the pirate king that it feels like you’re totally being neglected for days. You understand hes busy, hes a captain with a high bounty after all. So, to spend easy time with him you offer to help him in some way, whether its fighting or just being by his side with whatever hes doing

For whatever reason, Luffy does not respond nicely to this, but doesn’t even realize the bluntness of it. Before you could even say anything back, hes already launching himself to go ask Sanji for food. You sigh in response and try to take it lightly. You knew Luffy’s nature to act this way but it was hard to not be hurt by his words nonetheless.

Your tears seem to flow without your permission, and you didn’t even notice you were crying until you heard Nami shuffle behind you, asking whats wrong. When you explained to her, she insisted that you confront Luffy nonetheless, even though you were almost sure there was no point to doing so.

You didn’t even have time to collect yourself before Luffy found you, your cheeks and eyes still puffy from your previous crying session. As he was about to speak, Nami slowly walked away to give you two alone time to talk.

“What’s wrong, [Name]? Why are you crying? Want me to make a funny face?” 

Before you can even answer he’s stretching and pulling his face like crazy, putting it into knots, twisting it, and such. Oh, you’re mad at him but you definitely can’t resist smiling when he does those stupid things. Curse that rubber human

You collect yourself and finally speak, “Luffy. You said something today that was rude. That’s why I’m crying.”

“What? What did I say? When?!”, and you of course try to explain where and when in simple terms so he would remember

He laughs a bit as a reaction before continuing, “I didn’t mean it like that, [Name]! You’re super strong and cool, you can always help me out during adventures. That’s why you’re on the crew, right?”

You happily nod in response. “So we can hang out more now, right?” you ask, trying for some reassurance

“Of course!”

[depressedacadamia]

A kiss would be nice

Summary: Magnus develops feelings for his roomate and has no idea what to do; when theres' some serious miscommunication, Alex and Magnus have to solve an obvious problem.

Pairing:  Fierrochase

A/N: THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER REQUEST!!!!  I swear I'm gonna organise my Masterlist on tumblr coz its a hot mess rn and then I will get a prompt list up. Anyway, I hope this lives up to the expectations of the request- enjoy and comment!

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Magnus liked Alex.

How exactly was he meant to process this?

Yes. Alex was sometimes a girl and other times a boy but what did it make him?

He could remember the moment Alex came floundering into his life, confident about who she was and Magnus could only think about how much he didn't know about himself. It was ridiculous, in his opinion, to think that he fundamentally changed as a person just because he liked someone.

So why did he feel so scared to come to that conclusion that he did in fact like Alex?

“What are you thinking so hard about over there, pretty boy?” Alex asked dryly as he scrolled through his phone while he dangled off the top bunk of their dormitory. Startled, Magnus snapped his head towards Alex and with no game whatsoever stuttered a terrible lie.

“Uh- Uh, nothing.”

“Uhu,” Alex emphasised. “ So that totally wasn't a lie.”

“Yes, Wait, I mean no- wait,” Magnus stuttered out again, his hands beginning to fidget and his palms becoming sweaty.

Alex simply raised an eyebrow before softly sighing and returning to his phone scrolling. He knew that Magnus wasn't the kind to keep secrets in a malicious manner- if he wasn't spilling something, it was because he didn't feel comfortable and Alex knew as well as anyone else that if Magnus was uncomfortable, nothing was spilling from his lips.

Clenching his fists in finality, Magnus got up, accidentally banging the top of his head on the top bunk above him where Alex was elegantly dangling off, his hair defying the laws of gravity by maintaining its rightful position on his head. He rubbed his head, swore under his breath and continued to make a bashful exit from the dorm room.

Alex could tell that something was definitely up.

Sure, Magnus was weird- he sometimes came back home at incredibly odd hours, always seemed relatively silent when one were to ask him where he had been and he almost always wore his lengthy blonde hair in a way that covered the majority of his face; in fact, Alex had thought about tilting his chin up just so he could get a better view of his elegant features.

So what exactly was it causing his roommate to act so oddly?

Magnus was in the bathroom. In fact he was hiding out in one of the stalls, trying his best to avud Alex at all costs. What had started out as a way to skip the horribly boring parts of his classes, now became a full blown ritual in which he would run away to his favourite bathroom stall- the one by the very end, next to the hand blow dryers, were his favourite but also alarmed him because it was there where he could hear whether anybody really washed their hands and there was an alarming amount of evidence which contradicted so.

He would take a book or sometimes just plug in his earphones to listen to music as he essentially hid out in the stall. Sometimes, when he felt a bit more confident- and knew Alex would be off campus- Magnus would hide out in the library; a much more comfortable and all round better smelling place to read, study and or listen to music.

But now as he slowly emerged from the stall after hours of sitting, heading back towards his room, Magnus could only feel this inevitable feeling of impending doom. He had managed to distract himself from the Alex situation for so long and now, he was about to crumble.

It was only a matter of time.

“Magnus?” A familiar and - dare I even say- dreaded voice asked him.

Glancing through the blonde locks of hair which curtained his face, he caught a glimpse of familiar green hair which he had been avoiding.

“Huh?” He managed to mumble.

Alex frowned. “Don’t ‘huh’ me. Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all day.”

Magnus’s eyes widened- he had left his phone on silent as he didnt want to deal with others. “I-you did? Sorry.”

“That doesn't matter now. Where have you bee- actually nevermind that as well, come on, we need to get back, it’s already late and I know you have an early class tomorrow.”

Magnus hesitated.

Alex noticed. He refused to stay silent about the matter any longer.

“Okay. Spit it out. “

“What!” Magnus stammered. “ Spi- spit what? Spit wh- what out exactly?”

“The reason you’ve been avoiding me? Did I forget to do my chores or something? Or did I accidentally make some sort of mess of your stuff?”

“No- No, of course not!”

“So?”

Magnus found himself too enamoured with Alex’s features to respond. He could feel the bubble bath slowly overflowing inside his mind. What did it mean if he liked Alex? Was he now a completely different person? What did it matter if he liked Alex?

Wasn't he just like everybody else?

But Magnus’ mind told him that it was so obvious that Alex was in fact not like everybody else, otherwise why was it Alex whom he couldn’t keep his eyes off of? If Alex was so like everyone else, why was it his eyes that Magnus always wanted to stare at, why was it Alex’s hair that Magnus always wanted to ruffle or Alex’s hand that he always wanted to hold?

Why was it always Alex whom he wanted to hug when he was having a bad day?

So when he looked back at Alex, he felt the overwhelming need to throw himself and wrap his arms around Alex so tightly that Alex would have trouble breathing and then - in Magnus’s perfect world- Alex would also wrap his arms around Magnus and they would hold each other in their arms and stand their leaning on each other.

“Nothing,” Magnmus mumbled as he came back to reality.

He walked past Alex, eager to get back to their dorm and just sleep his feelings away- something he was used to doing thanks to his years of being homeless. He wasn’t about to escape when a slender hand wrapped itself around his wrist and dragged him backwards.

“No.” Alex huffed almost angrily. “You’re not running away from me,not again.”

Magnus could have sworn- looking back- that he may have let out a squeak.

“You are avoiding me Mister and I’d like to know why. It’s bad enough that you spend all your time hiding in the bathroom stalls, it’s even worse that you're doing it to avoid someone as fabulous as myself. So if we could quickly get this over with, It would be greatly appreciated and I’m sure it would relieve your nostrils as well.”

“I-”

“You…?”Alex prompted.

“Ilikeyou.”

Alex paused, scrunched up his nose before raising an eyebrow in ridicule and letting out a laugh. And while Magnus truly believed there was nothing more beautiful than Alex’s smile, right now, it was the most damning thing he had ever seen.

Of course Alex would be laughing! Who wouldn't be laughing if some weedy, shady blond kid confessed their feelings for them in the most pathetic way possible!

Magnus had no other choice but to clench his fists to resist the burning sensation gathering in his eyes as he turned on his heel and hurried back to his dorm.

He was curled up on his bed, binging criminal minds on his laptop because what else was meant to comfort you after getting rejected if it wasn’t watching people getting brutally murdered by psychopaths and sadists?

He was wrapped with this specific episode- involving a bunch of very explicit murder- when Alex snatched his headphones right off his head plopped himself in the computer chair that rested right next to the bottom bunk where Magnus had been hiding out.

He could feel himself paling as he remembered that he lived with Alex.

“We need to talk.”

What? He was so sick of Alex making every decision, afterall- it was Alex who chose to laugh at him.

“We have nothing to talk about,” Magnus managed to snap back.

“Why do you keep avoiding me? First in our own dorm, then in public and now you don't even want to look at me.”

“I’m sorry,” He retorted, his words coated with so much sarcasm, had there been anymore, he may have become Samirah at that very moment. “Was I expected to hang around after being ridiculed?”

“Ridiculed? What do you mea-”

“-What do I mean? I guess you wouldnt understand what it feels like for someone whom you really really like to outright just laugh at you after confessing. I guess you don't know how- how nerve racking and horrible it is to not feel comfortable and safe wherever you go. I guess you were privileged enough to not deal with doubting yourself with every decision you make and every thought you have!”

Alex started. “I-”

“-No. I’m not finished. Do you know how that made me feel?” Magnus was on a roll. “ Like shit. I felt shitty. I felt like shit and I was curled up like a bratty 5 year old and do you know what I’ve realised? I’ve realised that I have nob reason to feel shitty because I'm not the one who was so insecure in myself that I laughed at someone else who was struggling, esepcially when I rejected a hot piece of ass such as myself!” He finished his ramble with a shout, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed and somehow, his hair messy.

“So,” Alex drawled causally. “ Am I allowed to speak now?”

“No.”

Rolling his eyes, Alex sooke anyway. “ I’m sorry that you feel this way and I guess I can't change that I was the person who made you feel like- well, shit, but I have to say Beantown, you really shouldn't assume things so quickly.”

Magnus frowned, turning his shiny, glossy eyes towards Alex finally. “Huh?”

“Well. If you were to give me a chance to explain, I’d be able to tell you that I laughed because I thought you looked adorable. I would be able to tell you that I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings in any way and I’m very sorry if I did and…”

Alex held Magnus’ chin, pulling his head a bit down so he was able to fully look him in the eye rather than just looking away under Magnus’ chin, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“And…?” Magnus whispered hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer.

“And, I would be able to tell you that I like you.” Alex smiled dopily.

Did Magnus hear that correctly? Did Alex Fierro- the most confident, and in Magnus’s eyes, the most attractive person out there just admit to liking the scraggly kid who used to live on the streets?

“Excuse me?”

Aex sighed. “I said that I like you and your … What was it you said?” He paused for dramatic effect because lighting up his eyes. “ Oh yes and your ‘hot piece of ass’ I believe it was.”

Magnus cringed at his previous words as he started at Alex. Alex fierro liked him!

“What?” Alex smirked on noticing Magnus’s innocent stare.

“Can I try something?” Magnus tilted his head to the side innocently. Alex nodded.

Yes, please do try something, A kiss would be nice.

But to Alex’s surprise, he felt Magnus’s arms being wrapped around his body. It was an odd sensation that at first made Alex want to reel backwards.

But then this familiar ignition in his stomach tugged him back to wrap his arms back around Magnus and bury his face in Magnus’s chest, just about reaching his collarbone.

The hug was brief. Perhaps not even longer than 15 seconds at a maximum, but it was enough for Magnus to feel better.

Alex decided that perhaps next time Magnus would kiss him.

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