#im meant to be writing anything else but this

[elainsgirl]

Y** said SJM doesn't do fanservice?

But yet Y** also says this:

"This is going to be very controversial but I think the spicy build up between him and Elain was more for fanservice because things escalated quickly and it wasn't in the main book where they barley interacted, so if someone hasn't read the bonus they have no idea Elain and Az had a moment. It's just to give a little taste to readers of how Azriel is when he is turned on and how he yearns and all of that."

Funny, right?

watching antis contradict themselves is just plain amusing especially when they do it obliviously, I wish more people realised that every anti-elriel arguement contradicts each other and thats only due to biased opinions & feelings - not actual arguments based on canon hence you cant take them seriously.

Mass doesnt do fanservice - so why on earth would she do it between elriel? Elain isnt just some character. She is one of THE main characters, to write a spicy scene between elriel means there’s something there between them that you can’t brush under the rug (like you could’ve done w an irrelevant character) hence it has to be explored/explained yet if elriel was endgame…there was no need to write that spicy scene especially as the books are only focusing on one couple each. Mass could have saved it for the gwynriel book. Az doesn’t yearn for all that, if he did, we would know that he isn’t celibate. Sjm is a deliberate writer and the elriel scene parallels many other official couples such as RhunLidia and Nessian. Mass wouldn’t use such a parallel between a couple that isnt meant to be. She could have written anything else aside from an almost kiss.

“It wasn’t in the main book!” - now. Why would elriel be having a kiss in Nessians book? Wouldn’t their first time be saved���for their book? In their povs???? Also, most readers aren’t biased and skipping past every elriel scene. Readers - which most are probably heavily involved in the romance genre as this is a romance series - have read Elriels charged glance, them blushing around each other -> in romance books all of this is to indicate attraction between a couple. Readers know by these scenes that Elain and Az are attracted to each other and something might be going on - thats all you need to romantically set them up as a couple since again, these are standalone novels - you dont need to do so much to confirm two characters as a couple as most of it its saved for their own book.

Honestly, once you read romance books especially those in standalone series, elriel are so so so obvious and I say this as someone whose gotten back into reading and the series im on, are a set interconnected romance standalones and honest to god, reading that series and looking at elriel I feel stupid for actually debating whether or not elriel will happen. On god - it is so obvious. Sjm isn’t out here playing mind games with us. Homegirl said it was obvious and it painfully is so.

[onedemoniclilly]

Inspired by prompts by corvase

(TW: mentions of Hiromi’s child abuse, canon-type injuries/violence (kinda) (no big deep details, it’s a ramble after all), Karma’s arc is also mentioned (cliff thingy) and although its not a big big spotlight on it ig its a trigger???)

They’re in high school but it's not like they (class 3E) never talk to each other - none of them would dare not to. Not after everything they went through together. But things are getting busy, university entrance exams are approaching and they’re throwing their everything into this cause the whole point of a second knife (and a third, a fourth, a fifth…) is not to use it - it’s to push forwards with your absolute best until you break every single barrier in your way and you succeed. It’s to keep going forwards, keep striving up what seems like an endless uphill path cause you are the only one who can keep his memory and life for him.

Some of them are dating, the obvious couples got together at the beginning - some splitting because although the initial spark was there, they quickly realised it was built on the painfully sharp memory of their sensei and not any substantial feelings. Kanzaki actually asked Sugino out first, but unlike Chiba and Hayami nothing tangible actually came out of it. There was definitely something between Isogai and Maehara but neither of them had officially announced it however others could speculate whatever closer relationship they had needed to be shoved between the cracks of time between work, school and family.

Nagisa and Karma… well the less said about those two the better. In the beginning, there was the whole mess with Nagisa and Kayano - as much as Kayano wanted Nagisa, no one could tell if he was too dense, not interested or busy mooning over Karma. And then there was another entire thing going on between Gakushuu and Karma. People swore up and down the walls that they were dating: “Nothing going between the two- pshh, I swear they were practically sitting on top of each other- I don’t care that they were having a go at each other you can’t deny that there’s something!” And there were always rumours going about over the friendly ‘chat’ the boys had during their Kyoto trip and if Karma was really pulling one over them or not.

One could argue that, unlike Isogai and Maehara, neither of them had a part-time job, nor the pressures of their family disapproving of any single relationship they had. They just had university to worry about and although many couples had agreed to take a break or give each other more space during this time, with the foundation Koro-Sensei had given them and their previous experiences with working to the point of exhaustion despite their results, they weren’t as stressed nor lagging behind in their work. Nagisa’s mother… well their father had caught wind of the whole situation and in a surprising ownership of backbone, had driven from Nagoya back to Tokyo. The anime can say all they want but drugging your son because he won’t listen is not alright and the unnamed father at least can recognise this is blatant child abuse (even looking past the obvious physical, emotional and psychological abuse towards Nagisa).

Hiromi dodged a mental facility but is mandated with a restraining order and obligatory therapy sessions and Nagisa lives with his father now. And although it was a result of some incredibly stressful and terrifying events, Nagisa can’t deny that he does like the freedom his father’s guilt gives him.

Does he care about his appearance? Yes, he cut his hair the moment he got out of his mother's clutches and despite the crawling feeling over his skin every time he feels the ghostly swish of airy fabric over his thighs, he does appreciate the confidence and power a pair of well-fitted jeans, blouse and wig give him when he can turn around and talk back to whatever stuck-up egoistical person decided to hit on him for the night and not worry about the learnt fear a woman has or the fact that they would recognise him next time he walks by with his school friends.

Karma’s parents just don’t turn up ever. There’s the occasional postcard and good job sent via email in response to his latest report card but those are rarer than a successful purchase during the Sunday markets or a cool day during the hot humid days in August.

But there was a wedge driven between the two. Nagisa attends the Keisetsu Daigaku Fuzoku High School whilst Karma returns to his stomping ground at Kunugigaoka High School, having fun antagonising Gakushuu and the school staff because, honestly, who didn’t know about the massive highlighter-yellow sentient octopus up the hill.

But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is Nagisa was walking back at 3 am to Karma’s and not his dad’s place. He had been drinking with friends cause who doesn’t try it at high school - especially with his friend group at the high school with his newfound confidence in both his own skills (academically and physically - come on they all must excel at gym class now) and his appearance. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans, the straight leg hanging over a pair of well-worn boots and a graphic t-shirt tucked into the waistband. It would be a well-put-together look for a casual get-together with friends to destress before the final month in the run-up to their exams but a bruise was starting to bloom on his upper shoulder and the back of his jeans was sticking to the back of his calf. His dad would freak at the sight of his injuries and that’s why he was walking the slightly longer trek to Karma’s despite the fact that the only form of communication they’d had in three weeks was over text.

He finally walks up the apartment stairs, sweat beading on his forehead at the exertion and pain he’s in. He considered calling the other boy at some point but ‘why make him wake up just to help him up a couple steps’ he thinks. He stands outside the door, the white paint matching every other apartment along the block debating his options before he lets his head fall forward, a loud and long triiiiiiiiing ring out from the doorbell.

He stays like that for a moment, having managed to shift away from the doorbell and onto the spyhole by the door - unconsciously hoping his blue hair gave him away.

On Karma’s side of things, he’s awake but close to drifting off to sleep. As much as their time in 3E had given them good study habits and he was confident enough in his own abilities to pass the upcoming exams, the amount of revision material his teacher provided that he had to slog through, otherwise prompting an unnecessary video call between his parents and teachers, was a stupidly large amount. And so he was here, a Saturday night, hoping to work early into the morning before passing out for 6 hours, waking for a quick dinner and then sleeping straight to a Monday morning he knew there was a high likelihood he’d skip anyway.

Well, he had let his eyes shut for another moment, enjoying the rocking motion and sweet bliss of nothingness sleep deprivation gave him before his incredibly unexpected doorbell went off.

Now Karma could be your average Joe and go “Now who could that be?” but this is Karma we’re talking about and he goes something more along the lines of “Ughhhsahdhsaarghhhh” cause not only does he have to actually stand up but he has to walk to the door, open it and engage in some random socialisation at…. 3 am????

Now does he spot Nagisa’s strikingly bright hair colour in the spy hole? No. Cause who goes and checks that first before actually opening the door? Instead, he opens the door and gets a tumbling Nagisa tripping over the doorframe into his hallway and himself too.

At first, he’s really really confused cause why is Nagisa here, why at this time, why did he not make the excellent decision to sleep earlier and why- Why Is There Blood Soaking His Jeans.

“Why is there blood soaking your jeans?” He says, admittedly softer (no less concerned) than his inside thoughts. He doesn't receive the answer he really wants but he does get a frustrated huff against his neck (‘So fucking warm- omg Akabane Karma no you should not be thinking about this’) and a “My jeans?” from the smaller boy now in his arms.

They somehow make it to his living space, Nagisa on his sofa (wow it’s used for more than the gaming nights he has with his friends) now half jean-less and Karma inspecting the wound. They haven’t talked yet, just the sound of clothes rustling and the occasional huff of pain as the disinfectant is applied and the injury dressed filling the empty presence of the early morning silence as the sky starts to shift in preparation for the 4 am dawn.

In the end, it’s one of Karma’s intrusive thoughts that managed to make its way to his voicebox and into the living room audio. He doesn’t realise it at first, but he does find out pretty quick that it probably wasn’t something for this moment and time when Nagisa looks up with a quick “What.”

It’s cold, and exactly like the jagged edge of a serrated knife and Karma starts to backpedal (which is pretty hard when you don’t actually know what you’ve said)

“I uh- take that back? Just an intrusive thought, didn’t mean to say it out loud-” And he realises he sounds absolutely delirious but that doesn’t matter all too much to Nagisa right now and here.

“You think… You think I can’t handle myself? Karma you know-”

‘Ah fuck’ Is all Karma could think. And yet, his mouth kept on running stupid stupid words.

“No you can’t! You can’t say that not when you’re on my couch with bloody tissues over in a pile and a bruise over your arm and shoulder.”

“And what gives you the right to lecture me about my choices and my skills and my abilities” cause damn Nagisa spent so long shackled to his own worries and anxieties eating away at him over Was He Good Enough, Would She Be Mad, What Do I Do, to stand being accused of this. “What about you, and how you came in with bruises and cuts, how you got sent down the ladder because you-” and now he’s pouring salt into old wounds and attacking it with a scrubbing brush now, “-because you basically Fucking Asked For It!” And he’s sitting up, one leg still in his jeans, the other he’s trying to keep still and relaxed ‘less the dressing loses its hold and his wound reopens.

“And if I’m a hypocrite, then what about you?” The logical side of Karma’s brain starts to just Go and the more emotional side (maybe its cause wow the guy I’ve been pining over for years is injured and I don’t like that, or maybe it's just can’t he just know that I’m concerned - but there’s zero worry for his own choices Nagisa is accusing him of (he’s accepted his own consequences a long time ago)) takes over.

“You just keep coming back to these things, you’re worse- it’s been going on for Years.” The azure-headed gestures to his own injuries, “It’s not just that- it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“The cliff.”

And the two words start Karma spiralling. But he doesn’t spiral in silence, Karma just keeps talking and talking and the emotions keep building up underneath the rushing memories of falling and darkness and the crashing relief of Alive.

“No fuck you, I know about the bomb - you stupid martyr - I know you are capable; I saw you take down Takaoka fucking twice now but it doesn’t take away from the fact that you were ready to fight the Reaper just for an opening for us to attack” His voice just kept getting louder and louder- he hopes the neighbours aren’t awake.

“Why do you care about me? Why not care about yourself just a bit more?”

“Because I do” and that’s true, he just does. It’s a fact of life - he doesn't know why-

“But why?!”

“Because I love you!” Oh.

Oh.

They return to the silence they had held before sans the sounds of movement. The words registered in Nagisa’s brain before they did in Karma’s but both of them left the confession hanging in the air.

“...you should probably change into something else.” Karma got out, mind making the decision to escape this instead of confronting the words.

“I- yes. I’ll take a shower first.” Nagisa leaves the room, knowing his way around Karma’s apartment, one leg still in his jeans.

Unbeknownst to Karma, currently still standing in his living room, Nagisa practically crumbles; clinging to the wall as he makes his way towards Karma’s bathroom. His mind is reeling, thoughts going absolutely crazy as he peels off his other jeans leg and t-shirt and starts up the shower. The water jets out cold, the hum of the generator leading into a warm spray as he lathers up soap - avoiding his calf as much as he can - before rinsing off and stealing a towel from Karma’s cupboard.

He wanders into Karma’s room, holding his towel up in some form of privacy despite their many onsen trips, and raids his closet and drawers; pulling on a soft pair of joggers that he either has to roll up or risk looking like a penguin and a well-worn t-shirt. Despite the warm summer weather, the apartment is cold and looking at Karma’s study materials on his desk tells Nagisa that he wasn’t asleep when he came ringing his doorbell.

Before he steps into the living room, Karma’s words finally hit him. He stands in front of the bedroom door, contemplating if he’s willing to bypass the etiquette drilled into his very nature and simply just fall asleep in Karma’s bed and deal with everything tomorrow. But no, it’s Nagisa we’re talking about and so he steps into the living room and tentatively asks:

“Do you… do you want to talk about it? Or should I just take the sofa and we can talk in the morning?”

And Karma is just standing there, in the same position as Nagisa left him in and now he’s worried “...Karma?”

The single word tinged with enough concern worry, sadness??? To get his attention and Karma just sits on the couch and Nagisa pads over to sit next to him.

“I just- If you just want to forget everything and stay friends then we can just sleep and wake up in the morning and continue and ignore this-”

Nagisa just nudges Karma and it shuts up his ramble. The boys just sit there for a bit longer, before Nagisa continues, “I don’t know if it’s love for me. But it does feel very natural for me just to flow into… Something closer”

And it isn’t love yet for Nagisa, and maybe not for Karma either because Nagisa still carries the hurt when Karma drifted that one school year and Karma carries the guilt of being scared. And yes, they’ve talked about this but it's still a significant part of their lives. They’ll work things out, they’ve already talked about it once and now the topic is less hard to breach but right now Karma will let Nagisa have the option of the sofa and the bed and Nagisa will shoot a “Well the bed’s big enough for two enough, might as well make the most of your parent’s money” and they do sleep in the same bed, backs together but hearts going slightly faster before their breathing evens out.

They don’t sleep long enough to complete Karma’s plans to wake up just for dinner but Nagisa does start lunch which in turn wakes Karma. And they eat a simple lunch of rice, veg and meat then spend time looking over Karma’s revision sheets cause even though Nagisa plans to go into education in university, he’ll never turn down free knowledge cause that’s not what Koro-Sensei would have done nor wanted.

And maybe Karma struggles writing a text a few weeks later with the simple “Cafe for Lunch - Sun?” On a Saturday evening but Nagisa beats him to it with a “Sunday - Lunch/dinner???” And it's a horrid affair cause both of them are menaces to society when paired together but they leave the premise laughing and go back to Karma’s for dinner and when Nagisa leaves to head back home Karma leans against the doorway and asks “After exams, wanna go camping?”

And Nagisa knows deep down that this will all work out.

2023/10/27

[darabeatha]

/I miss writing dynamics between characters , but this is really a me issue I should strive to correct, but even then, I I still find myself yearning like a cold animal by the road-

[furretd0ll]

hey so I uhhhhhhh am working on a Kieran/Juliana wedding/baby fic right now so if you wanna read it...here you go lol bye

*Furret fled using RUN AWAY*

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Just a reminder with asks to not send me any if it's for another person. I'll delete it if you do. I'm not your messenger, even if my blog theme (right now) is one.

Thanks.

[zukkaoru]

a preview of the fic i wrote for @nanamikentozine !! featuring spot art by the wonderful jasper

pre-orders are open now until june 17 - grab a copy today for the full fic + art as well as lots of other amazing fics, art, and merch! the shop can be found here

[love-fireflysong]

Oh my God I'm so upset right now you have no idea. I decided that today was finally gonna be the day that I bit the bullet and make myself sit down and do some writing again. I even decided that I'll do it in the one place that never fails to bring the words to the page: the library. Which was great cause I had to go and pick up a book that's on hold for me anyways so two birds one stone kinda deal. Love it!

Except I forgot that while today is a Monday, it's also a holiday so the busses aren't running at their usual frequency. Which was fine! It just meant that instead of taking the bus I had to walk there which is no big deal, just annoying.

And then I got to the library.

And remembered that they're closed on holidays.

I am devastated 😭

[yellowocaballero]

I just finished your New Wave fic. I’m convinced everything your write is gold. I loved your TMA fics, with the most heartbreaking demon AU imaginable and the hilarity of Fahrenheit 101. I loved your moon knight fics, starting with Steven talking to animals on the reg at work to the system growing closer with a focus on Jake, i- there’s- it’s sooo much packed into it. When I’m on burnout, of art or writing (maybe life in general at times) I revisit your work and am thrown back into a creative headspace.

You are my favorite writer, you cram so much meaning and thought into your work and it shows. The characters are dumbasses and say the most ridiculous shit and turn around the next chapter and say the most thought provoking thing, and I don’t get whiplash from it because these characters just work! They just do, and I… am very much off track!

Anyways I just got into Batman and reading your fic is fueling that flame! I can’t wait to see what you have in store next, and I shall now stalk your blog for writing tips! I hope you have a nice day broski 💙

Thank you!! This is so sweet thank you so much! This ask is so nice!

Trust me, if there's meaning then it's because I get obsessive over these fics and I massively overthink them. I honestly wish I was better at making simpler, more elegant stories. I feel like nothing I do is truly going to be good until I can find that simplicity.

"Dipshit who says stupid stuff and then turns around and spouts ridiculous philosophy" is just how I talk. But I habitually approach my life from a standpoint of finding humor in everything, if only to soften the blow. I was once told that it's really hard to tell when I'm joking, because everything I say is always half-joking and always half-serious. I feel like that's pretty evident from my narration too...

As for writing advice...um, I was just speaking about this with somebody. When you're plotting a story, the first thing I like to figure out is what I'm trying to say. Everything else should be built around that. The joy of writing is that I think we all have something we want to say, or something we want people to know, or that we have an aspect of ourselves and our lives that we want to express. Most of the time, trying to convey those things verbally just results in a frustrating approximation of your true feelings. I find that when I manage a successful story, the depth and scale of what I'm trying to impart is fully understood and felt. It's rewarding. I think if people aren't understood on some level, by somebody, they kind of die.

Thanks for the sweet ask!!

[mafufuu]

bleh

[donutcats]

tosses chapter 3 of my kitty/min ho fic into the wild. this is the first chapter fic I’ve ever tried to keep up with and so far I’m having a lot of fun. I have absolutely no idea where I’m going with it, so I guess just have fun while I figure it out, yeah?

[foxmulderautism]

my very strong philosophy that i need to perceive my characters as real people in order to feel like i can write them at the depth a novel needs + i try to see expand my view of them as far as possible so they have a life an existence that a novel only snapshots a part of + this being a big part of my writers identity bc my relationship with my characters is very important to me is still very real but also very funny now because i've realised when it comes to short fiction i do not give a fuck like that. like i put everything into my characters bc i think making complex characters/relationships is my best skill but they are nothing but names to me (and i barely name my protagonists cause i just dont give a fuck if its not needed) and shadows reflecting an idea i thought was cool. like the way with novels i'll say felix and beau and dorothy are my best friends and they've just granted me access to their stories and i can't imagine how i'd go through life without thinking about them and their lives...then with short fiction the characters are just dolls that i throw out once i'm done with them

[akimiiyo]

-> JEALOUSY

⌗synopsis : genshin men when they’re jealous.

⌗characters : diluc, kaeya, albedo, zhongli, childe, baizhu, xiao, thoma, ayato, heizou, wanderer, kazuha, tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, dainsleif, dottore, pantalone, capitano, pierro.

⌗cw : gn!reader, not proofread, lowercase intended, probably ooc.

he’s a gentleman, he doesn’t get jealous often because he knows for a fact that he has nothing to worry about. you’ve never done anything that made him feel as if he had to watch out and he’s certain that you never will. although he can still get annoyed at the sight of another man flirting with you. it was his insisting even after you turned him down that angered him the most. nonetheless, he doesn’t let such people interfere with his composure. he’ll act mature and take you somewhere else once he sees that the man has no intentions of leaving you alone. as soon as you both get a moment alone together, however, he won’t hesitate to plant a few more kisses than usual. just in case, y’know?

diluc, zhongli, alhaitham, neuvillette, dainsleif, capitano.

he won’t admit it, but he gets jealous often. he doesn’t want to confront you about it because he believes it’s embarrassing and silly to feel that way. i mean, you’re his and he’s yours. you love him so much, there’s no need to worry, right? yet, he still can’t help but fume at the sight of strangers complimenting you. he can’t blame them, but he still would rather for people to be blind if that meant that they’d leave you alone. he’s aware of how unfair that would be, so he just stays quiet, either sulking or glaring at those people as you offer them a kind smile until you’re both alone where he’ll be needing your utmost attention.

xiao, albedo, thoma, kazuha, kaveh, baizhu.

he’s jealous and he’ll show it. hit on his partner? right in front of him? absolutely not. he might try to keep his calm at first, but as time passes and this scumbag is still around, he won’t hold back. not to worry, he won’t do anything extreme (unless he’s forced to do so), he just wants to make things clear to this guy. he’ll keep it simple at first, simply making subtle comments until he actually starts going straight to the point. after a while, he’ll take your arm and walk away with you, now being angrier than before. the way that guy was talking to him, but especially you, has him furious. be prepared to listen to his angry rant about that random dude. be also prepared to shut him up, you know how.

kaeya, childe, heizou, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, lyney.

this guy almost sees you as his property, his jealousy is unmatched. he won’t take anything lightly. if you’re trying to make advantages on his partner, then you’re asking for it. simple as that! he won’t let anyone think they might have a chance with you because you’re destined to be with him and only him. so obviously, he must make it clear to everybody to not even try. if someone is bold enough though, he’ll just stand beside you, piercing through this man’s soul with his icy gaze. thankfully, nothing ever escalated from that. not that he wouldn’t be capable of doing that, these poor souls simply knew better than to get against someone of that status and reputation.

ayato, dottore, pantalone, pierro.

⌗a/n : im not really proud of this, i might edit it once i have time. it’s 4am and i was supposed to be studying, but i ended up writing this instead. talk about procrastination 😪 let me know if i made any mistakes pls

want to read more? take a look at my masterlist!

©2024 akimiiyo. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

[hellonearthtoday]

canon is dead I rule the world. dsmp you are MINE

dsmpblrs ocs shared between the 5 (five) singular people that inhabit this fandom

I'm taking the chance to just talk about my personal dsmp au that is basically canon if you don't think about it

I don't think we as a community wrote enough about demon ctommy. he was always my favorite it just gives him this evil vibe that I think is sooo funny and I always see it in ctommy art but never in literally any fic. and that's fine but imp or whatever-he-is-Tommy will always be real in my heart. in my head he used to be a bird hybrid, but when he died for what was supposed to be the final time they took his fucking wings and gave him cunty demon horns and tail. Death made him emo. for the sake of this narrative his wings used to be white too. Pair this with religious ctommy and you get peak

ctubbo. I think about him a lot. I think personally he wears armor under his coat. You'd think it start to get hot under there, and it does. his solution is to just Never leave the Arctic.

At some point he started developing resting bitch face, because it used to just be resting (autistic face of neutrality) but now he kind of just looks tired all the time. Not like Tommy's rbf where he looks like he's kinda pissed and has a headache 24/7. but at least they're semi matching now. bff's!!! (?) I can't write too much about ctubbo because my cutbbo is like 20 billion contradictions stacked on itself. he's not as simple as my ctommy.

He doesn't wear the red bandana anymore but he can't tell you why and he's not insecure about the scar on his face but he's not proud of it either. I FORGOT TO DRAW CRANBOO AND HIS WEDDING RINGS IM AN ANTI WHAT THE HELLL okay ignoring that blunder, their wedding rings are meant to be on their horns 💔 you can't fucking see cranboos singular (1) horn because it's out of frame, they're too tall.

SPEAKONG OF CRANBOO!!!! snakes in his hair because Hahhaa hattte eye contact????? Medusa???? get it guys get it do you guys get jut

The snakes talk to him. Take that as you will. He's a chronic suit wearer and will literally not wear anything else unless it's under or over the suit. he would like to never try anything new ever he needs this constant in his life or everything will fall apart and the world will end. He knows how to kit up and wear armor but just as a joke he wears random bits of armor in places he literally needs it least. as a fashion statement. Tommy doesn't wear any armor usually bcz who gaf he's not doing that shit

in my perfect world the egg plot in dsmp actually got used better and becsme more than a background plot. it could've been everything. anyway my dsmp au is egg war las Nevadas craziness and I'm right goodnight

[slutzforbueckers]

sidelines

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: fluff(maybe a little angst)

synopsis: in which paige works her way into your life and you have a hard time letting her in. based on sidelines by phoebe bridgers.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

you used to live on the edges of everything—emotionally bulletproof, untouchable in that numb, untethered way people envy until they realize how lonely it is. you didn’t care how people perceived you, if they did at all. you threw on your hoodies and sweats, your hair a mess on your head, because you didn’t care, because you had nothing to prove.

you weren’t afraid of anything. not really. not the slow leak of time, not being broke, not even failure. you’d already done that dance—started college once, flunked out, moved home, drifted. life was just something that happened around you while you stood there, hands in your pockets, watching the waves crash. you watched life from the sidelines, watching everyone fall in and out of love, smile like the world was made of candy and rainbows.

none of it interested you, the fake smiles and relationships that never lasted. you liked being alone for the most part, but sometimes you wished you could step into the real world, have someone admire you like you were the most perfect thing to ever walk planet earth.

but you were too caught up in watching everyone else that you didn’t notice her watching you. paige noticed you even with your hoodie pulled over your head, eyes trained to the ground to avoid eye contact with anyone, she noticed you. you intrigued her for some reason, she wanted to know you, wanted to know your mind, your thoughts, why you walked like there was a grey cloud hanging over your head.

she noticed you, and she couldn’t stop noticing.

you always sat in the very back of class, headphones in until the professor started, backpack still zipped, notebook barely touched. that’s when she came in, you watched her stumble through the heavy doors and scan the room like it was her first time being here. the professor gave her a shake of his head and turned back to the chalkboard.

paige made her way up the stairs and took a seat next to you. your eyes met hers for a brief moment before you turned away, and for the first time paige’s heart skipped a beat. as the lesson dragged on she stole quick glances your way, watching as you doodled rather than write down what was being said. you noticed her watching, could feel it when her eyes darted to the side of your face, but you didn’t say anything. it was new, being watched the way you watch others, but it was sort of nice.

you pressed down on the paper with too much force and your led snapped. a frown tugged at the corners of your mouth as you shook your pencil and it didn’t make noise, signaling there was no more led. that was your only pencil and maybe paige knew that because she slid hers towards you without thinking twice. you looked up at her, longer this time, but you didn’t take it—not yet.

“im sure you need that.” you muttered, looking down at the pencil then back to her.

“nah, i’ll just get the notes from you later.” she shrugged. she knew you hadn’t been writing anything down, nothing important anyway, but she was making conversation, opening the door into your life.

“good luck with that.” you snickered, taking the pencil and going back to your drawing.

paige smiled at that—an actual, lopsided smile that made her cheeks flush just a little. it wasn’t much, but it was the first time you’d said more than two words to anyone in that class, and it was to her. that meant something. at least, she hoped it did.

you twirled the pencil between your fingers, more focused on that than the diagram the professor was explaining on the board. your eyes flicked to paige once more, catching her mid-glance. her face didn’t falter. she didn’t look away, didn’t pretend she hadn’t been watching you again. instead, she leaned back in her seat and gave you the smallest nod, like she was silently saying, yeah, i’m looking. so what?

it disarmed you more than you wanted to admit.

after class, you packed up slower than usual. headphones looped around your neck instead of blasting your ears, and you were hyper-aware of the way paige stood up and didn’t rush off. she lingered, waiting. maybe for you, maybe not, but something in you wanted to believe it was for you.

“we should—“ she stopped herself, rethinking her choices, but then you looked up at her—eyes curious and cautious all at once. “we should study together. maybe we can figure things out together—this class, i mean.”

you should’ve said no, everything in your body told you to say no. that letting people in only ever led to disappointment, that golden girls like paige didn’t talk to people like you unless it was for a bet or a laugh or a project grade but something in her voice—steady, casual, not forced—sounded like truth and you agreed.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

the library smelled like paper and quiet and that faint, sterile cold of too much air conditioning. you hated it here—too bright, too clean, too many people pretending they had their shit together. but you were sitting across from her at a small table, tucked away in the back corner, pretending to read the same paragraph of your textbook for the third time in a row.

she hadn’t said much since you sat down, just smiled at you when you arrived, asked how your day was, then went back to highlighting with the kind of focus that made you feel like you were the one being studied.

you couldn’t stop staring at her, the way she kept tucking her hair behind her ear, even though it never stayed, the soft way she chewed the corner of her pen cap when she was deep in thought, the subtle creases between her brows when she squinted at something on the page. you wondered if she was actually confused, or if she was pretending to be just to spend time with you.

the thought made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t have a name for.

“so,” she said suddenly, sitting back and stretching, arms over her head, hoodie lifting just enough to reveal a sliver of her waist. “are you actually following this, or are you just good at pretending?”

you blinked. “i’m following like… sixty percent of it.”

she laughed—this soft, genuine sound that made your chest ache. “that’s about fifty-nine percent more than me.”

you let out a breath of a laugh, more surprise than amusement but the sound brought a smile to her face anyway. “didn’t realize you struggled with anything.”

she raised a brow. “wow. you think I’m good at everything?”

“don’t get cocky,” you said before you could stop yourself, eyes flicking down to your textbook. “just figured the school golden girl would’ve figured out how to cheat the system by now.”

she was quiet for a beat. you glanced up, immediately regretting it—but she was smiling. not offended, not smug, just smiling at you like you’d said something honest and interesting and worth hearing.

“you know, most people try really hard to impress me,” she said, voice light, but her gaze sharp.

you shrugged. “maybe that’s your problem.”

her smile widened, but she didn’t fire back. just leaned in a little, elbow on the table, chin in her palm. you looked down at your notes, suddenly aware of how much your hand was shaking. she didn’t say anything else, just let the silence settle between you. you tried to focus after that, you really did, but her presence—her attention—was louder than any textbook could compete with. and somewhere between reviewing your notes and listening to the scratch of her pen, something in your chest cracked open, just a little.

“why me?” you asked suddenly, not looking up. “out of everyone in that class, why’d you wanna study with me?”

she didn’t answer right away, just sat there, still and quiet.

“because you’re different.”

she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like it didn’t mean everything. you didn’t know what to say to that, so you didn’t say anything. just nodded once, small, and flipped the page in your book even though you hadn’t finished the last one. paige didn’t push, didn’t tease, but she stayed.

and for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

the rain had started sometime after sunset, soft and steady against your apartment windows, the kind of sound that made silence feel safer. you hadn’t meant for her to come over—not really. it was one of those “we should study later” things, tossed out casually at the end of class like it didn’t matter, like you hadn’t been thinking about her every other minute since the library.

but now she was here, sitting on your bed with her hoodie sleeves pushed up, thumb absently scrolling through her notes while you paced your tiny bedroom like the walls were closing in. you couldn’t sit still, not with her here in your space, not with the way her presence filled the room so easily, like she belonged.

you ran a hand through your hair, messy and unbrushed, same hoodie you’d thrown on this morning still clinging to your frame. “sorry it’s not, like… pinterest-worthy in here.”

paige glanced up, her lips quirking. “i like it. it’s real.”

you scoffed under your breath, tugging at your sleeve. “that just means it’s messy.”

she didn’t respond, just kept looking at you, and you hated how that made you feel—exposed, soft, like she could see every thought bleeding through your skin. you moved onto your bed, kneeling beside her and studying her face. things had gotten real between you two, too real for your liking, it scared you.

“i don’t get it,” you said quietly. “why you keep showing up. why you… like me.” the room stopped spinning for a moment. paige closed her laptop and set it aside, reaching out and pulling you into her lap, you let her. “i mean,” you laughed, but it came out hollow, “i’m not exactly a prize. i’m a little fucked up, if you haven’t noticed.”

“i’ve noticed,” paige said, and your heart stumbled. “but that doesn’t scare me.”

“i spent most of my life feeling like I wasn’t in it,” you said, voice low, like you were confessing something sacred and she listened to every word. “like I was watching through a glass wall. everyone else just… fit. and I was the weird one. quiet, detached, too much or not enough at the same time. i never really belonged anywhere.”

paige’s hands found their way around your waist and you let her, you didn’t move away. “so when you say things, when you look at me like i’m something worth noticing—i don’t know what to do with that.”

paige didn’t speak right away, she just held you tighter, arms wrapping around you with a kind of gentleness that made your chest ache. her forehead pressed lightly against yours, her breath mingling with yours in that narrow space between.

“you don’t have to do anything with it,” she murmured. “you just have to believe it’s real.”

you closed your eyes, willing yourself not to cry, not to crack open right there in her lap—but you felt the way her thumb moved along your back, slow and grounding, like she knew you were on the edge of unraveling.

“it’s just hard,” you whispered. “letting someone in when you’ve spent your whole life thinking no one would stay.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” she said, like it was the easiest promise in the world. “you can try to push me away, and yeah, maybe you will sometimes. but i’ll still come back.”

you looked at her then, really looked—at the soft pink of her lips, the raw honesty in her eyes, the slight wrinkle between her brows when she was being serious. she wasn’t just saying it, she meant it.

your fingers curled into the front of her hoodie, tugging her in closer before you could stop yourself. “what if I don’t know how to do this?”

“then let me show you,” she whispered. “let me show you how it feels to be wanted.”

and then she kissed you. not like it was something casual or curious, but like it mattered. like she’d been waiting for this, like she’d been ready for you—every rough edge, every broken part, every wall you hadn’t known how to tear down.

her lips were warm and patient against yours, and you kissed her back with something that felt a little like hunger and a little like surrender. your hands slid up her chest, burying in her hoodie as she held you steady in her lap, her fingers curling into your sides like she never wanted to let go.

the kiss deepened slowly, rhythm lazy and full of unspoken things—hope, longing, the quiet fear that maybe this was too good to last. but for now, in the soft lamplight of your bedroom with the rain still falling outside, it felt safe.

you pulled away just enough to breathe, eyes fluttering open to find hers already on you.

“i don’t know how to be someone’s person,” you confessed, voice raw.

“you don’t have to be,” paige whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “just be you. that’s the only person I came here for.”

and that was when it hit you—not all at once, but in small, sharp pieces: she wasn’t trying to fix you. she wasn’t afraid of what scared everyone else away, she just wanted to know you. you leaned in again, kissed her softer this time—slow and grateful and full of the weight you’d carried for too long. and when her arms closed around you again, you let them.

you let her because for the first time, maybe ever, someone wasn’t asking you to change.

“don’t push me away.”

she was asking to stay.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

watching the world from the sidelines

had nothing to prove

til you came into my life

gave me something to lose

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

Too Much to Stay, Too Much to Leave - Poly!Stray Kids x Fem!Reader

Halloo!! Welcome2 to this story. So, I tried to write angst this time even though Im so sure this is suck. And I'm making a happy ending (again) IM A SUCKER FOR HAPPY ENDING. Niweys, enjoy guys!!

WARNING: Argument, hyunjin being a bit of a tiny shit, insecurities, depression, no proofread, etc...

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Y/N had always been good at pretending. It was a skill she had perfected over the years—smiling just enough to keep people from asking questions, laughing at the right moments so no one would worry. She had spent so much time convincing herself that her problems weren’t worth burdening others with, that she had no right to drag anyone down with her own struggles.

And when she fell in love with them—eight of them—she made a silent promise to herself. She wouldn’t let her burdens become theirs.

They already had enough on their plates. Their careers, their responsibilities, their stress. The last thing they needed was her weight dragging them down. So she kept quiet. She smiled even when it hurt. She swallowed her pain even when it felt like she was choking on it. Maybe, if she faked it long enough, it would start to feel real.

But hiding from them? That was impossible.

It started with small things. Little changes they couldn’t ignore. She no longer clung to them like before. The warmth in her touch faded, her voice became distant, and her once bright laughter barely made an appearance. Her appetite dwindled, and her presence in their home became more like a ghost—there, but not really. They noticed. Of course, they did. But they didn’t know how to bring it up without pushing her further away.

Until one night, everything finally exploded.

The dorm was suffocatingly quiet.

Y/N sat curled up on the couch, staring at her phone without really seeing anything. The weight in her chest was unbearable, but she had grown used to it. That was until Hyunjin’s voice shattered the silence like glass.

“Can you stop looking so miserable all the time?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly lifted her head, eyes wide in shock. “What…?”

Hyunjin was staring at her, frustration clear in his sharp gaze. The others stiffened, but no one moved to stop him.

“I said,” he repeated, voice colder now, harsher, “can you stop acting like you’re the only one with problems? Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to always walk on eggshells around you?”

The words hit like a gunshot.

She opened her mouth to respond, but Hyunjin wasn’t finished

“You just sit there with that look on your face, like we’re supposed to read your mind. You won’t talk to us, won’t let us in, but then you act like we’re the bad guys for not knowing what’s wrong.”

Her hands trembled.

“You’re not the only one who’s tired, Y/N. We all have things we’re dealing with. At least we talk to each other instead of making everyone else feel like shit.”

Silence.

Her ears were ringing. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. But the worst part? No one stepped in.

No one told him to stop. No one told him he was being unfair.

Something inside her cracked.

She let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re right.”

Hyunjin blinked, the anger in his face flickering into something else—something uncertain.

“I guess I’m just a burden to you guys, huh?” she whispered.

“Y/N, that’s not what I—”

But she was already walking away.

And not a single one of them stopped her. That’s when she knew. She didn’t belong here anymore.

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The dorm was dead silent after she left.

Hyunjin let out a heavy breath, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn’t meant it. He was just frustrated. But the weight of what he had said was already sinking in.

“What the hell was that, Hyunjin?” Chan’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tense air.

Hyunjin’s head snapped up. “What?”

“You went too far,” Felix said quietly, arms crossed over his chest.

Hyunjin scoffed. “You guys see how she is! She won’t talk to us, she keeps pushing us away! What else was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to help her, not make her feel worse.” Lee Know’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

“She already thinks she’s a burden,” Seungmin muttered. “You basically just confirmed it for her.”

Guilt twisted in his stomach.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hyunjin whispered.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” Jeongin said softly. “It matters what she heard.”

For the first time, Hyunjin felt sick to his stomach.

Had he really just pushed her away? Had they all just let it happen?

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Y/N didn’t come home that night. Or the next. Or the one after that.

The longer she stayed away, the worse the ache in their chests became. Guilt clawed at them, regret weighing heavy on their shoulders.

They tried calling. No answer. Texting. No response.

Even tracking her location didn’t help, she had turned it off.

“She’s not okay,” Felix muttered, pacing the living room. “I can feel it.”

“We shouldn’t have let her leave,” Han whispered, voice thick with guilt. “We should’ve stopped her.”

Hyunjin sat on the couch, his head in his hands. The weight of his words that night crushed him. He had never hated himself more.

Then, just when they were starting to lose hope, the front door unlocked.

They turned, breath catching in their throats.

Y/N stood there, looking exhausted, drained, and smaller than they had ever seen her. She wasn’t expecting them to be home. She wasn’t expecting them at all. After all, they were supposed to be on tour.

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, but she quickly looked away, like she wasn’t sure she was even allowed to be there.

Chan was the first to move.

He crossed the room in seconds, pulling her into his arms without hesitation. And the moment he did, she broke.

Her body trembled, silent sobs shaking through her as she gripped his hoodie tightly. The others were there in an instant, surrounding her, holding her as if she might disappear again.

“We were so worried,” Felix whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice barely audible.

“No,” Hyunjin’s voice cracked. “No, we’re sorry.”

She looked up, tears clinging to her lashes. “I thought… I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

The sheer devastation on their faces made her chest tighten.

“Never,” Seungmin said firmly.

Lee Know cupped her face, gently wiping her tears. “You belong with us.”

“We love you,” Jeongin whispered. “Please don’t ever doubt that again.”

She let out a shaky breath, nodding as more tears fell.

And in that moment, surrounded by them, she realized. Maybe she had never been a burden.

Maybe, just maybe, she had always been home.

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I told you I'm shitty at making an angst story. Anyways, thank you so much for reaching this and for sure look at my list if you want to read any of my creations!

[noellefan101]

Staying on Campus During Winter Break, Twisted Wonderland

Reader cant go home to their family during winter break, and seems a little down in the dumps when their boyfriend talks about what they'll do at home themselves. What would he do to fix their now sad s/o? (+ some headcanons for the character, some with reader in mind)

Characters: Trey, Cater, Deuce, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Azul, Jade and Floyd (all seperate) x Reader

saw someone else write smt like this and got ideas for it myself :> Original post

Part 2

Warnings: Reader is not yuu/mc, either your family lives too far away or are occupied, maybe they're real shitty you choose. reader is usually the same grade as the character, ooc. Reader is still called Shrimpy. gn reader

Epel and Vil's first parts got deleted, so i had to write it again when i woke up the next morning and found out. man i wanted to cry.

Trey

Trey may have forgotten you mentioned staying at campus during winter break, having a little burst of excitement from going home to see his siblings and such. Stopping his little rant when he saw your expression turn a little sour with envy.

After apologizing, he sat down beside you, caressing your leg slightly. Asking if you would like him to call you every morning and evening to catch up, although what he really wanted was to just invite you over.

But you couldn't just arrive alongside him as a surprise, he's sure his parents would have a shared heart attack, so he messaged them about it when you were distracted.

Saddening a little when you explained you would have nothing interesting to talk about to him, he quickly dismissed that, because anything you talk will be interesting.

When his mother responded a few minutes later, approving of your stay and arrival as long as you shared a room, he immediately took to asking if you would like to stay over during break instead.

He will get teased relentlessly but it will be worth it if he gets to see your smile.

"Be mindful im going to be busy, though im sure you'll just get dragged out to do something with my siblings. They're sweet don't worry."

(His family has so many pictures of him being decorated with pink bows, he's just praying his parents aren't showing that, it may be fond memories with his siblings, but its still so embarrassing)

Cater

Would love to stay at school with you tbh, he doesn't want to become a human bag holder again this year, it was #torture last time.

He also considered inviting you over during winter break but decided you didn't need his sisters fawning over you as well. Instead, he suggested calling you whenever something interesting happened, which would only save you from teasing and meant he would get teased more instead, but he can handle it. Hopefully.

Putting his family aside, he ensures you talk to him about anything that bothers you.

But he would keep his word, and calls you about 10-20 times a day, sending you pictures of him and his sisters, telling you about every little thing he did and then wanting your day in detail as well.

He'll talk about literally everything that's happening, to the point he even forgets to take a pic of something for Magicam, because he was more focused on letting you know what happened instead.

Do not be surprised when he puts down one of his own bags in your room though, it's only filled with things he thought you'd like and some cute things his sisters bought.

"Morning sweet pea! Ik it's 6am, but i just have to spill this tea to you, ok? Yes it's #important, and you're gonna love it."

(Has multiple folders only for photos of your bedhead, even a few videos so he can show you a 360 of it to laugh at.)

Deuce

Deuce was planning to invite you to stay with him over the break, before he was even told you were staying at school, then deciding not to since he thought you would stay with your own family. But now, he's over the bushes in excitement and hurriedly texting his mom that you'll be staying with them anyway.

Before he even asked you by the way, which seems almost rude if not for the fact that he knew you would say yes so quickly. And you did, for what weirdo would want to willingly stay at this school while everyone is gone? Not many, like barely a handful.

So you got a temporary place in his closet and shared a bed for a about a week, enduring and endless sea of embarrassment from his mother and the other locals.

Never the less, he had lots of fun showing you around and telling you all sorts of weird stories from middle school, though reluctant.

"N-No, I'm very sure it's ok with her. I mean it, she said yes before I could even ask... h-hey don't hug me so tight, I can barely breathe!"

(his mother gave him a little bunny plush years ago and he definitely still has it on his bed back home)

Jamil

Would not want you to go with him back home, he doesn't need his parents going wild over him having a lover. And the whole family will be way too busy dealing with the asim family, so you'll be just as lonely.

But, once Kalim had heard about your inevitable stay at NRC over winter break, Jamil invited you home anyway.

Notifying his parents of your stay, he spared no time in remotely lecturing you about how to act around the asim's, since you were joining his family for a week.

Don't worry though, you won't be doing any actual work unless you really want to clean every window in the castle.

You'll be spending a lot of time with Najma and a few of her friends, if you want to or not that isn't really relevant as there isn't much to do anyway.

Kalim might want to play some board games with you and Jamil at some point, but that should be pretty normal compared to other stuff.

"Keep your head low, don't start conversation, don't talk unless spoken to, that's all you have to do, got that? Good, you aren't an actual servant so they can't boss you around. But i'd still like to invite you again."

(Since Jamil likes to dance i'd imagine he has a pretty empty space in the middle of his room, so when he can't get Kalim to take dancing classes he can practice in his room.)

Vil

Originally wanted to take you with him, but decided not to so you could actually relax instead of facing peer pressure.

If he hadn't been as famous, he would have been invited you home without a second thought. Unfortunately he knows his fans, and how they follow his every step, especially when he's going to events.

But he promises to call you at least twice a day, making sure you've eating nutritious meals, wake up in the morning and to wish you goodnight.

He won't respond immediately if you text him, he is busy after all, but he'll answer as soon as he has the time. He's telling you about all the events he's going to, new gossip he heard ext.

If you're absolutely terrible at taking care of yourself, he might even prepare some quick, but healthy, meals and make sure to put them in your line of sight.

"Sweet Potato? Yes it's me, who else call you exactly fifteen minutes before your usual bedtime? I'm joking love, but I hope you remembered to eat real meals today?"

(Chooses to ignore Rook's existence about 60% of the time so he doesn't get creeped out, no matter how used he is to camera's, he still gets a little uncomfy when its Rook)

Rook

Rook had quickly noticed how sad you seemed, but wasted no time finding out why.

When he did it was like his heart was shattered and put back together with your simple words, it was a sad time yet a perfect time. Sad because of his lover's sorrowful being, but just the right time so he could invite you to go with him instead.

To where you ask? My my, it'll be where ever you want to be, traveling for your happiness is the greatest excuse to show of his family's pride and joy!

They have a residence in almost every country, so you're free to pick anywhere and he'll take you there no problem.

He'll take any opportunity to make your face shine in delight, until he can do it as easily as he can shoot with a bow. So maybe don't test him on that.

"Oh, but that's no good, I hate to see such a miserable expression on your face. So tell me Mon Amour, what has you in such a horrible mood today?"

(in his collection of photos, 45% are for Neige 40% for Vil and then the last 5% for other people he found beaute in, mostly you in that 5% though)

Epel

Nuh uh, no way you're staying at NRC, he will not allow it. You are staying with him over winter break, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that.

Though you got invited to Harveston before he could ask his parents, or meemaw, he was 99.8% sure his parents would let you. So maybe if his parents said no... But then he'd stay on campus with you, no way he's letting you be lonely.

...They said yes so fast he didn't even get to explain why.

So now he's running around town with you, showing all the good spots to be and every little corner you can hide in. By the time you go home again you'll know everyone on a first name basis.

But be aware if you're strong looking, or just unlucky, you will be helping out around the orchard, carrying anything and everything.

"See? they agreed to house you, there was no way I would let ya stay at campus alone, that sounds horrible. I was gonna stay here with you if they had said no anyway. Hey I'm being serious!"

(boy def has some built up muscles of some kind underneath his silky uniform, like theres no way the boy who grew up on a farm can't lift, plus he really wants to be manly.)

Bonus!

Since they also cannot go home due to the cold, how will the octavinelle guys cheer up their s/o in turn?

Azul

Azul is almost delighted at the news, until he understands that you are genuinely sad about not going home and having to stay here.

He is so glad he doesn't have to deal with the tweels alone though, and has a good reason to not be in their tomfoolery. No matter how much teasing is going to take place, he finds that better most of the time anyway.

You will have to see him rearrange his desk, closet, and just about everything anytime Floyd enters his bedroom though. Because his things have been taken before, and he does not want to find out what Floyd took/moved a month later.

He'll look through some of the newest coins he has collected with you, trying to find the most valuable and maybe putting it on the wall with the others. This is not an excuse to see your eyes light up a little when you see a pretty one, nope.

Will give you any coin you seem particularly interested in though, no matter if it was the best one he found in months or something that's less valuable than a nickel. He'll even help you put it on a piece of jewelry if you'd like.

You're also going to be joining game night now, but no he won't team up with you since he still would like to win.

Though you will be getting some tips from him, but mostly if Jade has fucked you over to the point he just cant stand looking at your defeated face.

"See this one? It has a design made only for a few years as the person on this side, was taken off the throne a mere year after sitting on it for the first time. It's very rare, this is also the first one I've come across myself."

(he hugs pillows close at night, and no matter how much he tries to get rid of the habit it won't go away)

Jade

He'll invite you over, though be aware that all he talks about in private is fungi and mushrooms. yes you should be used to that, but now you're staying over for more than an hour or just for the night.

Hikes will be what most of his time is spent on, so you'll be coming with him. At least three out of five of the hikes he plans on doing, but he might get you to accompany him on an extra.

Jade is doing his very best to distract you from home, so if you look sad for even a second he'll take you out somewhere, do something to get your mind back from that.

Maybe he'll even make you a drink or two for free, as long as Azul isnt aware of it.

You'll also be joining in on trying to beat Azul in board games, even if you've never played the game before his immediate target for

Would love to join in a every little thing you do, finding it all very intriguing. No matter if it's simple things like how you style your hair, or which clothing piece you put on first. He'll enjoy watching it all, especially likes to see you hug his pillow close when you don't wanna get up.

"You see this one is called 'the prince', otherwise known as Agaricus Augustus. It's a common mushroom in many places and has an almond-like taste. But I would recommend we should try it out around summertime, when it's more in season."

(i dont imagine him liking skin-to-skin contact a lot, but he would 100% watch you sleep and just caress your cheek gently at 2 am)

Floyd

He would rather not see his Shrimpy sad, so you're staying in his and Jade's room now. You'll do lots of fun things with him over winter break!

If you're still a little down about not getting to go home, he'll just carry you away to the kitchen and put you on the counter. You can watch as he makes your favorite dessert, or would you like something else? He's up to cooking up anything for you right now.

Be mindful that you're never going to be separated though, he'll either be right behind you looking into your soul or attached to you like his life depends on it.

Get ready to get teased by his mother, he likes calling her more on winter break. So you're gonna have to endure embarrassment together, all the embarrassing stories are being told now, yay

(i mean there has to exist some kind of waterproof phone for merfolk, i refuse to believe they dont when styx and ortho exist)

Floyd would love to go out in town with you if he feels like it, yes maybe it's not that interesting after you've already looked around, but he can get you all sorts of outfits to dress you up in! You'll have fun, he promises so pleaassseeee.

You're now his human-sized barbie doll, congrats. But seriously, he would love to style outfits on you since there are also more things your size. So yeah he's going to pretty you up in fancy dancy stuff(his words).

Might even have you wear some of his clothes, only to laugh at how big they look on you.

"Come onnn Shrimpyy, don't look at me like that, i know what clothes fit you and make you look pretty. No i didn't mean you arent already pretty, but it will be fun." :<

(He whines A LOT when he loses in card games, but especially when its against Jade)

Thx for reading, love ya! - Masterlist