#it was pure yolo

[ferahntics]

Getting the hang of it 🧡

[suziedotkom]

made that thing, this was fun

[lesbianspeedy]

can the 10 other mia stans come sit in a circle with me and just think about mia's relationship with life and death and how it has evolved throughout her life. i just need a moment with you guys where we all just share in that agony

[linked--fates]

"Thought We had it All,"

There had been more to the story, of you and I. Our names not lost to time but the meanings have gone to the winds. Your heart, my Love, has been forgotten. My actions and thoughts have been twisted and tainted.

All I could wish is to hold you in my arms once more. I would let my story be told wrong a thousand more times if it meant to see your face. -Hylia

[indiesleaze2010]

☮️

[ekleipsi]

Giggle (Ro&&Kia)

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

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--- The night had been...exhausting, though not for the reason expected. Kiata and Roman, while still casual, had been spending more and more time together; the frequency in which one could be found at the others home was rapidly increasing. Nights out on the town were well spent, as the jaguar rather loved dancing to heavy beats and strobe lights.

--- Her companion wasn't nearly so fluid in his movements, but that was half the fun. Teaching him to loosen up and dance more fluidly with her body as a guide, teasingly joking about how it wasn't altogether different from the horizontal tango, so to speak. Whispered Spanish promises uttered into his ear after having pulled him down to eye level, guiding hands and swaying hips.

--- While most would assume morning's exhaustion came from a night of passion, and it had, it was the passion of company. Staying out all night long until dawn had begun to breach the sky once more- talking late about things they loved, things they hated, things they wanted in life...who knew you could talk so much to someone and never get bored? She'd have been a fool to think as much, but Roman hadn't always been a man of many words...but the night had him holding many.

--- They'd fallen asleep together, simple as that, and the wake up was...more than comfortable, to say the least. Thick frame curled and twisted, clawed digits beginning to thoughtlessly knead at his bare abdomen like a cat who'd grown all too used to this position. Small purrs bubbled in her throat, and when they both managed to open eyes? It felt like a reminder of the previous night all over again, about how two people could grow so close and so entwined by just existing.

--- ' Mmm, morning papi. Night was so long... ' she drawled, stretching her body out with cat like grace only to have his fingers digging into sensitive parts of it, causing her to squeak and jump with widened eyes. A gasp escaped, before a flurry of giggles slithered out, rolling quickly to try and swat at his needy palms only for him to roll atop her in turn. Soft look on his face was met with a challenging one of her own...but he didn't relent, immediately setting back to pinching and poking at tender parts of frame until she was laughing loudly.

--- ' Hey! Hey! Ay! S-stop, it tickles! ' but it was futile, he didn't stop and had even leaned down to pepper kisses along her jaw, over her collar and neck and cheeks while she was trying to resist the urge to laugh. Only when she was breathless and flushed with amusement and adoration, when eyes softened to meet his own, did he lean down to capture her lips in a warm gesture of affection, returned as her arms circled his eyes. A small sigh of contentment escaped, wondering if she could wake up like this every morning, tangled amid sheets and laughing with someone she could...so easily come to love.

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Kisses Gen because yolo?

All it took for the silver tongue he had cultivated for as long as he could remember to be eroded into nothingness was a simple brush of lips.

Genesis was sufficiently self-aware to recognize the notion of being brought to his knees by a kiss as ludicrous and yet, he couldn’t find the words to convey as much.

Startled into speechlessness, all he could do was stare at the man who was in equal parts his rival, friend, and living goal.

Why? The simplistic question reflected in his brilliant blue eyes belied its gravitas.

[aaaghhhhhh]

sometimes you write things purely because the concept amuses you:

sleepover fic ft: thematic doflamingo dartboard

[sh4nksslvt]

Yolo! Can I request for luffy x immortal! Reader? Reader is unable to die, each and every injury will heal after readers heart stops beating, bringing them back to life shortly afterwards. But Luffy didn't know of readers devil fruit, and felt a range of emotions seeing readers lifeless body, only to find out that they came back to life later on.

The ending is entirely up to you! I just want to know on how this scenario will play out, and thank you for your amazing works!

ohh thats intersting, hope u like this!

Can't Keep a Good Pirate Down

Luffy discovers his immortal lover’s devil fruit power the hard way when a chaotic island brawl leaves them temporarily dead, sparking hilarity and heartfelt moments.

luffy X fem!reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, slight angst, sfw, chaos, hurt/comfort, near death(?)lol, ooc(?) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward word count: 1.7k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The Thousand Sunny bobbed gently at the dock of a vibrant, chaotic island called Fiesta Isle, where the air smelled of roasted meat, gunpowder, and questionable decisions. The island was a pirate’s paradise—street markets overflowing with food, shady merchants peddling “authentic” treasure maps, and brawls breaking out every ten minutes. Naturally, the Straw Hat Pirates fit right in. Luffy had declared it “the best island ever” within five minutes of docking, mostly because he’d spotted a stall selling grilled squid skewers as big as his arm.

You, the immortal wielder of the Yomigaeri-Yomigaeri no Mi, were having the time of your life. Your devil fruit power was a bizarre one: no matter how grievous the injury, you’d heal completely after your heart stopped, reviving shortly after. It was a secret you’d kept from most of the crew, not out of mistrust but because you hadn’t found the right moment to explain, “Hey, I die sometimes, but it’s cool, I get better.” You’d been Luffy’s partner for months, drawn to his infectious energy and unshakable heart, but even he didn’t know about your power. Today, you figured, was as good a day as any to keep enjoying the chaos without spilling the beans.

The crew had scattered across Fiesta Isle for their usual shenanigans. Zoro was napping in an alley, Sanji was flirting with a fruit vendor, Nami was haggling over a suspiciously cheap ruby, and Usopp was regaling a crowd with tales of his “8,000 followers.” You and Luffy, meanwhile, were in the thick of a street festival, where a brawl had erupted over who got the last meat skewer. Luffy, predictably, was at the center of it, laughing like a maniac as he dodged punches and flung pirates into fruit stalls.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Luffy called, his grin wide as he stretched his arm to yank you into the fray. “This is fun!”

You laughed, ducking a flying bottle. “You’re gonna owe me a new shirt if this gets ripped, captain!” Your sword flashed as you parried a drunk pirate’s cutlass, sending him stumbling into a pile of melons. The crowd roared, half cheering, half throwing punches. It was pure, glorious chaos, and you loved every second of it.

Until, of course, things went sideways.

A hulking pirate with a mace the size of a small cow charged through the crowd, aiming for Luffy. You saw it coming and, without thinking, shoved Luffy out of the way. “Look out—!” The mace connected with your chest, sending you flying through a stall of questionable seafood. Wood splintered, shrimp went airborne, and you hit the ground hard, ribs definitely not in the right shape anymore.

“[Y/N]!” Luffy’s voice cut through the din, equal parts shock and fury. He spun, his eyes blazing, and launched himself at the mace-wielding pirate. “Gomu Gomu no Pistol!” His fist stretched, slamming the guy into a nearby tavern wall, which promptly collapsed. The crowd scattered, screaming, as Luffy skidded to your side.

You were sprawled in the wreckage, eyes closed, blood trickling from your mouth. Your heart had stopped—standard procedure for your devil fruit. You’d be back in a minute, good as new, but Luffy didn’t know that. To him, you looked… dead.

“Y/N?” Luffy’s voice cracked as he dropped to his knees, shaking your shoulders. “Hey, c’mon, get up! You’re tougher than that!” His hands hovered over you, unsure, his usual confidence shattered. The festival noise faded as the crew started converging, drawn by the commotion.

Sanji arrived first, cigarette nearly falling from his lips. “What the hell happened?!” He glared at the unconscious mace guy, then at you, his face paling. “Oh no, no, no—Y/N-chan?!”

Zoro jogged over, katanas half-drawn. “She’s not moving. Luffy, what—”

“She’s fine!” Luffy snapped, but his voice wobbled. He shook you harder, his straw hat slipping back. “She’s gotta be fine! Y/N, wake up!” His eyes were wide, searching your face for any sign of life. The sight of you—motionless, bloodied—hit him like a cannonball. He’d seen plenty of fights, plenty of injuries, but this was different. This was you.

Nami skidded to a stop, her hand over her mouth. “Is she…?”

“Don’t say it!” Luffy shouted, his voice raw. “She’s not—!” He froze, his hands trembling. For the first time in forever, Monkey D. Luffy looked scared.

Usopp, panting from running, clutched his slingshot. “We need Chopper! Where’s Chopper?!”

“Chopper’s on the ship!” Robin said, appearing with her calm but concerned demeanor. Her arms bloomed around you, gently checking for a pulse. “Luffy, she—”

Before Robin could finish, your body twitched. A faint glow pulsed under your skin, your devil fruit kicking in. Your ribs snapped back into place, your wounds sealed, and your heart gave a dramatic thump. Your eyes flew open, and you gasped, sitting up like you’d just woken from a nap.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your chest. “That guy hits like a damn Sea King.”

The crew stared, jaws dropped. Luffy blinked, his face a mix of shock, relief, and utter confusion. “Y/N?! You’re… you’re alive?!”

You grinned, brushing shrimp guts off your shoulder. “Yeah, sorry about that. Forgot to mention—I can’t die. Yomigaeri-Yomigaeri no Mi. Kinda my thing.”

Luffy gaped, then grabbed you in a bone-crushing hug, nearly sending you back to the ground. “You idiot! You scared me!” His voice was muffled against your shoulder, but the relief in it was palpable. “I thought you were gone!”

You laughed, patting his back. “Takes more than a mace to keep me down, captain. You okay?”

“Me?!” Luffy pulled back, his eyes comically wide. “You were dead! Dead! And now you’re not! What the heck?!”

Sanji lit a new cigarette, still shaken. “You could’ve warned us, you know. I almost had a heart attack.”

Zoro snorted, sheathing his swords. “Tch. Should’ve known. No one that reckless dies easy.”

Nami smacked your arm, then winced, realizing you’d just “died.” “Don’t do that again! Do you know how much I was planning to charge Luffy for your funeral?!”

“Funeral?!” you and Luffy said in unison, then burst out laughing.

Robin chuckled, her arms retracting. “A fascinating devil fruit. You’ll have to tell us more, Y/N.”

Usopp, still clutching his slingshot, pointed accusingly. “You can’t just die and come back like it’s nothing! That’s not normal! Even for us!”

Before you could respond, the mace-wielding pirate groaned, stirring in the rubble. Luffy’s grin turned feral. “Oh, you’re awake? Good.” He cracked his knuckles. “Nobody hits my Y/N and gets away with it!”

You grabbed his arm, laughing. “Lu, chill! I’m fine, see? Let’s not start another brawl… yet.”

He pouted but relented, crossing his arms. “Fine. But you’re explaining this fruit thing. Right now.”

Back on the Thousand Sunny, the crew gathered in the galley, where Sanji whipped up a feast to “celebrate Y/N-chan not being dead.” The table was piled with meat, rice, and questionable cocktails, and the mood was a mix of chaotic relief and nosy curiosity. You sat next to Luffy, who kept sneaking glances at you like you might keel over again.

“So,” you started, holding a skewer, “my devil fruit makes me immortal. Sorta. Any injury, no matter how bad, heals when my heart stops. Then I come back, good as new. Downside? It hurts like hell every time.”

Chopper, who’d finally joined the party, gasped, his medical brain in overdrive. “That’s incredible! But also terrifying! What about your organs? Your brain? Do you age?!”

You shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t aged much since I ate it ten years ago. Organs seem fine. Brain’s… questionable, but that’s just me.”

Luffy, munching on a chicken leg, frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was freaking out!”

You ruffled his hat, grinning. “Didn’t wanna worry you. Plus, it’s not like I die every day. Usually, I dodge the big hits.”

“Usually?!” Nami shrieked. “You mean this has happened before?!”

“Uh… maybe a few times,” you admitted, scratching your neck. “There was that cannonball incident in Alabasta, and the time I fell off a cliff in Skypiea—”

“You WHAT?!” Luffy and Chopper yelled, while Zoro choked on his sake.

Robin smiled serenely. “You fit right in with this crew.”

Sanji slid a plate of desserts your way, still a bit pale. “If you die again, at least do it after dinner. I’m not wasting good food on a corpse.”

You laughed, grabbing a pastry. “Deal. But no promises.”

Luffy slung an arm around you, his grin back in full force. “You’re so cool, Y/N! SHISHISHI! Immortal! That’s awesome! But no more dying, okay? I don’t like it.”

You leaned into him, warmth spreading through you. “No promises, captain. But I’ll try to keep the dramatic deaths to a minimum.”

Usopp leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Wait, wait, wait. Have you ever used this to prank people? Like, pretend to die and then pop up like, ‘Boo!’?”

You smirked. “Oh, yeah. Scared a whole Marine base once. They thought I was a ghost. Ran screaming.”

The crew erupted in laughter, Usopp slamming the table. “We gotta try that! Luffy, let’s fake Y/N’s death next island!”

“No way!” Luffy said, hugging you tighter. “She’s not dying again, even for a prank!”

“Aw, c’mon,” you teased, poking his cheek. “It’d be hilarious. Imagine their faces!”

Luffy pouted, then grinned. “Okay, maybe. But only if I get to punch the Marines after.”

“Deal,” you said, sealing it with a kiss on his cheek. He blushed, then laughed, pulling you into his lap. The crew groaned, but their smiles said they were used to your antics.

Later, as the party wound down, you and Luffy sat on the Sunny’s figurehead, the night sky glittering above Fiesta Isle. The festival lights twinkled below, and the crew’s laughter echoed from the galley. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around you, his chin on your shoulder.

“I really thought I lost you,” he said quietly, the rare serious tone making your heart ache. “It sucked.”

You turned, cupping his face. “I’m sorry, Lu. I didn’t mean to scare you. But I’m here, okay? And I’m not going anywhere. Not for real.”

He nodded, his eyes searching yours. “Good. ‘Cause you’re my Y/N. And I can't be a pirate king without you. And… y’know, other stuff.”

You laughed, kissing him softly. “Other stuff, huh? Like eating all your meat?”

He gasped, mock-offended. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me, captain.”

He tackled you, both of you collapsing in a giggling heap. The Thousand Sunny rocked gently, the island’s chaos a distant hum. You were immortal, sure, but moments like this—with Luffy’s laughter, the crew’s warmth, and the promise of adventure—made you feel truly alive.

[ihaechans]

Smile! (You’re on camera) || N.JM

PAIRING ▸ Na Jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ pure smut

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, oral (m), hair pulling, throat fucking, praise, sexual photography/videos, dom!Jaemin, dirty talk, unbearable amount of pet names, slight hand job, spit kink (i apologize for this but not rlly...) unprotected sex (use protection plsss)

SUMMARY ▸Jaemin loves taking pictures. He loves the beautiful and captivating nature, golden sunsets, gloomy rainy days, and flower fields. The only sight that is his favorite though, is the one of his girlfriend on her knees.

WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k

A/N: First smut in like 5 months #yolo. this draft is so old it's been sitting half-completed for like a year and a half so I finally decided to just finish it today. Oops.

Jaemin loved a lot of things.

Loved a lot of things about you to be exact.

First sight and he knew he had to have you, putting in hours and hours worth of effort. He's lucky it paid off. He scored the girl of his dreams, the girl he saw as perfect in every way and he’s so lucky he did.

He’s lucky for someone as perfect as you. He was lucky that someone could relate to him on an emotional level without feeling awkward or uncomfortable sharing his feelings with, one of the things he had feared you wouldn’t understand in the beginning. He loved the way you were unapologetically yourself, not hiding or masking your true self, being confident and bold in anyway you could.

He also thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world, made just for him and him only. Everything about you was just perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl,” his voice sounds rough and strained, but his hand holds his camera steady. “You’re so perfect. Sucking my cock like a fucking pro.”

Nothing about this position was comfortable. Your knees are red and sore from kneeling on the wooden floors for a concerning amount of time, your jaw aching and your eyesight blurred by tears. You know you look a hot mess but Jaemin thinks you’re absolutely stunning.

His beloved camera is steady in one hand as the other finds purchase in your hair. Pulling, and tugging aggressively on your hair as you cry out around his thick cock, every moan and groan sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his body.

“Open up princess, show the camera that pretty little mouth.” and you do, letting his dick rest heavily on your tongue. “That’s it, baby. Now keep it open,” he demands, smiling happily when you cooperate without hesitation.

A fat string of Jaemin’s saliva lands on your tongue, a wicked smirk forming across his features when he grabs the base of his dick, slapping his tip across your tongue a couple of times to smear his spit around. 

“Mmh,” he groans, nearly cumming at the sight of your eager hand attempting to fully take him back into your mouth. “My sweet girl is a little impatient I see.”

In the beginning, you were never really a big fan of giving head, but being with Jaemin changed you. He was great in bed, and the first couple of times you two had sex, he would never let you suck him off. He always preferred giving instead of receiving, but something had awoken inside of you the first time he finally let you have a taste.

He was so vocal and appreciative of how skilled you were with your mouth, the praise and constant reminders of this were the sole reason why you kept doing it, and over time you came to enjoy it more and more. 

“Shit-” You lick at his sensitive tip before taking him back into your mouth, cheeks becoming hollow as you suck on him with fervor. “You love my cock don’t you pretty girl? Always so fucking good at sucking my dick. Made just for you baby.”

You simply nod at all his nonsense, barely paying him any mind as you continue sucking him harder, faster as seconds pass by. Your hand strokes his base and plays with his balls as you stare up at him, the overwhelming sensation feeling all too good. He stares at you from the other side of his camera, nearly forgetting to record when you trace the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock.

“Fuck yes.” He shudders, thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably as he nears his climax. “God baby, gonna let me cum down your tight little throat?” You nod without hesitation and immediately, the grip on your hair is unbearably sharp and painful, your boyfriend forcing your head down to take his entire cock down your throat.

You can barely breathe but you love it, your airway being stuffed full of your beloved boyfriend’s dick was something you would never complain about. “My baby looks so pretty. Mouth stuffed full of my cock and tears in her eyes.”

His voice is unstable and rushed, the intensity of his approaching orgasm making him sound winded.

He thrusts his cock down your throat a couple more times before blowing his load down your throat, almost causing you to choke as he demands you to swallow it all.

You’re sure that you’re drooling everywhere, lips smeared with his cum and your saliva.

“So fucking sexy. Open wide.” You do once more, showing the camera that you had indeed, swallowed all of his cum. “I’m not done with you yet princess, get on the bed.” Now that he’s finished, he sounds more relaxed and controlled, his voice steady and the camera following your every move.

Jaemin pulls his sweatpants back up as he watches you follow his orders. “Take your clothes off, I wanna see you baby.” In seconds, you are completely naked on his bed, waiting patiently for his next direction. “All fours.” Spinning around in a rush, you get on all fours, wiggling your ass in front of Jaemin and the camera. 

A hash slap is delivered to the flesh and you groan, mind wondering if Jaemin would be nice and stretch you out with his fingers or dive straight in to fucking you. Jaemin was big. The biggest you had ever seen. The heaviest you had ever handled too.

“Gonna fuck your tight little hole so good, just watch.”

You assume he’s talking to the camera since you are currently facing the bedsheets, about to beg him to do something when his fingers start rubbing against your folds. “Shit Jaem.. please fuck me…”

He simply ignores you, continuing his teasing touches against your cunt. You open your mouth to complain when he shoves a finger inside of you, a whine slipping out instead. “So warm. Wonder how good it’ll feel around my cock.” He groans, moving the camera closer to get a clearer view of his fingers shoved deep inside of your pussy.

“Please… oh my god.” When he finds the spot that makes your toes curl, you know it's over. Your climax approaching faster than you expected. “Stop! Please- I can’t.”

Jaemin is stuck in his own world, blocking out the sound of your pleas and whines as he watches your body quiver and flail around in front of him. “Just once princess, please cum for me and I promise I’ll fuck you.”

The softness in his tone throws you off for a moment and the pace of his fingers picking up speed nearly makes you choke. You’re so close, but the thing that makes you climax is the feeling of his tongue against your hole.

“Shit!” You curse, shivering as you reach your high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Jaemin doesn’t stop when you climax, and all you can do is cry out and plead for him to stop against the bedsheets.

“Look how pretty…” He whispers.

Your entire body feels numb as he continues to abuse your hole with his fingers, not once stopping until you feel another orgasm building up inside of you.

“Please Jaem- fuck! I cant Jaemin, stop, oh my god…” There’s tears in your eyes, the pressure becoming overwhelming. All you could hear was the sounds of your soaking wet cunt being abused by Jaemin's thick fingers as he chuckled evilly at your suffering.

His camera was focused straight on your core, the lens picking up every single detail. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” and finally, he stops, leaving a harsh slap to your ass as he pulls his fingers out of you.

You’re writhing on the mattress, mouth hanging open as thin strings of drool slip out onto the sheets. “I- fuck, I can’t Jaem-“ you breathe, clearly out of breath.

“I haven’t even put my dick in you yet and you’re already fucked out? How cute.” He adjusts his grip on the camera so that it’s capturing the mess he’s made of your cunt perfectly, adding another slap to your ass for the video.

“Turn around and spread your legs for me baby,” Your boyfriend starts, stripping out of his sweatpants as he awaits you to follow his direction. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” 

Your whole body hurts already, and you’re barely able to follow his order, groaning weakly as you muster the strength to flip yourself around and spread your legs for Jaemin to see. A low curse leaving his lips as he stares at the mess he’s already made out of you.

The room felt muggy as a thin sheen of sweat formed on your forehead, strands of loose hair matting onto your skin and mascara starting to smudge from the heat your body was emitting. “Please fuck me..” Jaemin smirks proudly when he hears you whine for him, staring straight at you with dark eyes.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, getting tired of holding the camera in his hand. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” and with that, Jaemin stops recording, throwing the camera down onto the carpet below.

Positioning himself between your spread legs, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, wondering how it would feel inside of you next.

“You want it so bad,” he growled, stroking your cunt with his tip. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

The anticipation was nearly unbearable, and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes...please,” you whispered, desperate for the relief only he could provide you with.

With one swift movement, Jaemin thrusts into you, filling you completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Jaw slack, you gasp and moan, the feeling of him inside of you completely overstimulating.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He panted, feeling your pussy clench around him. He picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster, his thighs slapping against your ass with each movement. You felt his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you, sending you soaring higher and higher with each surge.

“Oh god, Jaem, yes, harder, deeper,” you pleaded, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, meeting his every thrust. Jaemin grunted in response, his voice hoarse with lust as he poured everything he had into you.

Another climax hit you, this one even more intense than the last, and you wailed out his name as you came, clenching around him until he thrust once more, his own release filling you.

As he collapsed onto you, both breathless and spent, you couldn't help but smile weakly, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Jaemin looked down at you, his eyes softening as he gently kissed your forehead.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking your hair. The camera had long since stopped recording, but the memories of this night would be forever etched in your mind along with every other moment you spent with Jaemin.

[missysverse]

༄ FINDING FREEDOM THROUGH SHIFTING

Title is a tad bit emotive but-Discovering shifting has helped me release the pressure I once placed on my future. Growing up, I always believed my life had to follow a specific path—I needed to find the "perfect" job (yk typical high expectations of parents..), live a certain way, and check all the boxes society expected of me. You know, all that "YOLO" nonsense-. But now, I’ve realised I can truly shape my life around what I genuinely want, free from those constraints...

Yes, I still take this life seriously;I haven’t completely turned away from it. Yet, I’ve come to see this reality as a kind of ‘waiting room,’ a pause between infinite possibilities. It’s no longer a place where I burden myself with the pressure to succeed or chase perfection. Why should I, when I can manifest my dreams or shift to a reality where they’ve already come true? Instead, I’ve chosen to embrace the simplicity of being. Making memories, finding joy in the little things, and realising that life isn’t as heavy or profound as I used to believe.

If there’s something I can’t experience in this reality (whether it’s due to circumstance, timing, or the limitations placed upon me) that’s okay. I no longer feel trapped by those barriers. The beauty of shifting is that it offers me the freedom to explore a world without those constraints, a place where I can fully immerse myself in the life I’ve always wanted. Perhaps in this reality, opportunities feel distant or unattainable, but with shifting, nothing is impossible (that’s the beauty of the consciousness). It’s a space where my desires are no longer dreams but tangible experiences. Whether it’s chasing a passion, forming connections that feel impossible here, or simply living a life unburdened by expectation, I’ve found solace in knowing that there’s always a door to a version of myself who is free, fulfilled, and fearless. And that knowledge, just knowing it’s possible, has made me see this reality with less frustration and more acceptance.

Anyway this is purely my viewpoint. (really just me waffling about life) but let me know if anyone else feels the same :)

[arvandus]

so to expand on the Barb fluff thing that I’ve mentioned once :D

I know this is quite silly but I used to just click on the green call button in the game when there was nothing new to read from him and if you do that you get a pre recorded voice message from him saying he is busy and can’t pick up, but you know, at least we can hear his voice …

and I was thinking it would be cute if MC did that after going to bed so she can fall asleep listening to his voice, thinking Barbatos won’t pick up the phone for sure, it also must be muted by now… but what if he does😳😳

(giggling like a highschool girl as I typed this fr )

Okay, this got away from me and now we're 4.3k deep so YOLO! (I thoroughly enjoyed this, in case you couldn't tell...) I love this concept so much, I was giggling and kicking my feet while writing it the entire time. Sorry it took so long for me to get to it, but it was a great way to get back into writing Barb!

(yeah I know... I'll fix the title picture later...)

Content: SFW, fluff, flirting; GN!Reader struggles with insomnia

WC: 4,325

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You couldn’t believe this happened.

How did this happen??

You stared at your DDD in disbelief, the long list of saved voicemails now gone.  Vanished.

Every. Single. One.

The stern and personal messages from Lucifer, the chaotic ones from Mammon and Levi, the lengthy, self-absorbed ones from Asmo...

The birthday well-wishes, the gratitude messages, the reminders about dinner, or adding items to the grocery list, RAD assignments... everything from the personal and special to the daily and mundane. 

All of it, somehow completely and utterly deleted.

It hurt, losing them. You knew there’d be more in the future; in fact, your phone was always ringing or pinging for one reason or another.  But still... it didn’t replace what you’d lost.

And the biggest, hardest loss of all were the voicemails left from Barbatos.

Not as many as the others, seeing as he called you far less than the others did, but their rarity made them all the more precious to you.  Especially since those voicemails were the ones you used to help yourself fall asleep.  Something about the smooth, resonant timber of Barbatos’s voice, reminding you of an impending quality check on the House of Lamentation, invitation to dinner at the Demon Lord’s Castle, requests for your support to pass on important paperwork, asking you to taste-test his latest experimental desserts... and a happy birthday message.  Each one cherished and used frequently to ease your night-time insomnia.

The loss felt like a hole in your chest, and tears brimmed your eyes.

You skimmed through his text messages, revisiting the memories you still had left on your DDD. You liked seeing how they evolved over time, starting out as purely business and slowly transforming into offers and requests of assistance, outings, and kind words. The slow and steady evolution of budding friendship. It helped you cope a little bit with the sudden loss of his voicemails. You tried to mentally put his voice to the words you read, but it simply wasn’t the same. Still, you read through them anyway, laying in your bed with bleary, tired eyes and a faint smile.

You hadn’t realized you dozed off until you woke to the muffled sound of Barbatos’s voicemail coming through the DDD.  You froze for a moment, your thumb poised over the red phone icon, but hesitated.

There it was... his voice.  Smooth and kind, respectful and professional.

“Thank you for your call. I apologize for not being able to answer after you took the time to call me. I’d hate to inconvenience you but please do call me back at a later time.  You have my sincerest thanks.”

You let out a soft, content sigh, but it was quickly stolen by the sound of his voicemail beeping, marking the end of the message and the start of you being recorded.

You quickly hung up, your body flushed and your brain alert.  What if he heard you breathing?  What if he heard you sigh?

More fears trailed in on the heels of the previous. 

What if you’d woken him up? What if he called you back?  What if you didn’t wake up a moment ago? It would have recorded you snoring in your sleep.  Or worse, talking in your sleep.

Look, you weren’t responsible for what happened in Dreamland, but Barbatos certainly didn’t need to know about it.

It took a while for you to fall asleep that night, your mind replaying scenarios of what-ifs, and dreading the next day when Barbatos would inevitably see your missed call and ask about it.

But at the same time…. it had been nice to hear his voice.

Even if it was just a recording.

---

Sure enough, the next day, Barbatos texted you, mentioning your missed call and asking if everything was alright. You were honest with him. You’d fallen asleep on your phone and that it was an accidental dial; nothing to worry about.  You apologized for possibly disturbing him the night before.  He accepted your explanation with ease, and explained that it was no trouble at all, since he kept his DDD on Do Not Disturb mode after hours.  All calls were silenced, with the exception of Diavolo and Lucifer.

Relief washed through you, cooling your embarrassment.  Thank goodness he didn’t ask you about it in person. There would have been no way you could have kept a straight face or given an answer without buckling entirely in front of him, whether in tears or laughter you weren’t sure.  It was one thing to admit to falling asleep on your phone while it was on. It was another thing entirely to slip up and tell him - to his face - that you were reading his text messages.

---

Nothing happened for a while after that.  You made sure to turn your phone screen off before bed, even if it did make you lay there staring at the dark ceiling for hours afterward, sleep ever the elusive beast.  You still looked at the text messages on the particularly rough nights, and they gave some comfort for you, at least for a little while.

But as the time passed, you found yourself not looking at them as often.  You nearly had them memorized with how often you reread them.  As the satisfaction of the old messages waned, your mind wandered back to the memory of that one night of the accidental phone call.  You tried to recall the sound of Barbatos’s voice, the words he said in the voicemail, but the memory of it was cloudy, aged with time.

The dissatisfaction of your imperfect memory only made you ache even more to hear his voice again, the want evolving into a need. The lure of his rich, clear tone in your ear, the promise of it quieting your mind just long enough for you to be able to fall asleep… The thought became a plague upon you, bringing forth a battle of wills within yourself.  

Temptation whispered reassurances in your ear.

He won’t answer.

You won’t wake him up or disturb him.

It’s okay, just call him.  Let it ring.

But logic was quick on its heels.

Even if he doesn’t answer, he’ll notice your missed call.

He’ll ask you about it again.

What will be your excuse this time?

No, you told yourself.  The risk was too great, the draw of his attention making you vulnerable in a way that you weren’t ready for just yet.  After all, it didn’t take much self-reflection to figure out why his voice, above all others, was the one you wanted to hear each night, or why his text messages were the ones you had memorized. 

No, it wasn’t worth giving in to. You’d have to learn to be content with the memory of it, and nothing more.

But time had a way of greying your recollection, blurring the edges like an old photograph.  It faded the memory of your embarrassment as well, when he’d first texted you for an explanation.  Had it really been that bad? Was the risk really so great? Barbatos had accepted your explanation whole-heartedly, not a hint of doubt in his responses.  Surely he would understand it again, so long as you were careful in your approach. To be honest, he probably wouldn’t even think twice about it.  After all, the last one had been weeks ago, and his own duties and hobbies kept him perpetually busy.  He probably didn’t even remember.

As midnight peace slipped farther and farther from your reach, you found yourself once again staring at Barbatos’s phone number in your contacts list.

Maybe just once more.  Just to refresh your memory.  

Besides. It wasn’t like you were going to make a habit of it...

---

You had told yourself that months ago in your foolish desperation.  But you should have known better.  It was impossible to only give in to temptation once.

Now? Now, it was almost like a ritual.  

Ritual, but not entirely a routine. You had to keep your calls sporadically placed, lest Barbatos grow suspicious of your sudden uptick in frequent missed calls after the late hour of midnight.  It forced you to keep the ‘accidents’ spaced apart at random intervals, much to your chagrin.  But, being able to hear his voice on occasion was better than nothing at all.

Barbatos had asked again after the second call, but your assurance was softened by your confession that you stay up each night reading old text messages from everyone to help you sleep, and occasionally forget to turn off your phone when you’re done.  The admission toed a dangerous line to giving away too much information, mainly that it was his messages you read regularly.  But the half-truth provided just enough information to excuse your repeated, but sporadic, late night ‘errors,’ and helped to set a preemptive expectation should future mishaps occur.

Which, of course, they did.  

And much to your pleasant surprise, it worked.  Your explanation had apparently been effective, because after that second incident, Barbatos no longer asked about your missed late-night calls.

The victory left you feeling giddy with success, a masterfully woven solution to meet your own needs while also keeping him - and your own heart - at arm’s distance.

---

Tonight was just like any other.  A perusing of the text chains, followed by a late-night call to Barbatos’s voicemail.  It had been going on for so long now, weeks blurring into months.

Which should have been your first clue.

Your second, should have been how second nature the activity had become.

Because once something becomes a habit, complacency isn’t far behind.

The phone rang like it always did.  Once.  Twice.  You knew by the fifth ring, Barbatos’s voicemail would automatically answer.

Three, Four-

“Good evening, MC.”

You froze, eyes wide, your breath caught in your throat so spontaneously that your lungs were already burning for air.

It was his voice. But not a recording.  No. It was him.

Barbatos answered the fucking phone.

“...Hello?” he ventured.

You hung up immediately and threw your phone onto your bed.  Your hands covered your mouth, your skin burning, burning—

BZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZT.

Your DDD screen lit up, a picture of Barbatos’s contact icon appearing.

He was calling you back.

‘FUCK.’

‘FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUUUUUUCK.’

You silenced the call, sending it automatically to voicemail.

Tears stung your eyes, your heart pounded in your chest like a jackhammer.

How? Why??  He never answered! Never.

A moment later, it rang again.  Again, you sent him to voicemail.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.  He obviously knew you were wide awake, now. It would have been better to let it ring and go to voicemail all on its own.

But, you realized, that wouldn’t make a bit of difference. He knew you were awake as soon as you hung up on him.

A minute passed, and you hoped, prayed he’d given up.

Just as you began reaching for your phone, the familiar short buzz-buzz of a text message vibrated your DDD on the bed.  You retracted your hand as if it were a living creature.  You had half a mind to ignore it completely, but you knew that you would literally sit there and stare at it all night if you didn’t look at it.

Tentatively, you picked up your phone.  It wasn’t a text message, but an audio file sent to you.  You hesitated briefly before pressing play.

“Please pick up,” his voice pleaded.  The sound of him made you weak in the knees, and you were glad you were sitting on your bed.

You shook your head ‘no’ as if he could see you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to type the word. It felt too... mean.

Instead, you let yourself sit in your cowardice.

Three black dots appeared on the screen, and you waited with abated breath.  The dots vanished, and your heart sank slightly.  Then they reappeared, bringing a strange mixture of relief and dread.  Finally, Barbatos’s message came through, text this time.

“I would very much like to talk with you, please.  I will call one more time.  Please answer.”

Goddamn it, why did he have to say it like that? Why did he have to be so, so.... nice?

True to his word, your phone began to buzz again, and you stared at his picture through tear-blurred eyes.  Once, twice...

You touched the green phone icon.

A heartbeat of silence, as you waited, unable to speak.

“Hello?”

His voice, tentative, calm.  A testing of the waters.

The silence stretched longer and longer as you tried to force your shame back long enough to speak without breaking.  You swallowed your trepidation, once, twice, blinking away the unshed tears, although your chest still felt tight and your skin like fire.

“Uh... hi,” you finally muttered.

A muffled sigh of relief, likely exhaled through his nose. “Thank you for answering.”

“Yeah, well... you were persistent.”

“My apologies. It felt necessary.”

Embarrassment and curiosity warred within you.  “Why?”

Another long, awkward pause.  The connection between you, linked by technology and magic, was thick with unspoken words.

“Because,” Barbatos finally replied, “I have missed too many of your calls.”

You bit your lip in silence and curled your body into itself as you squeezed your eyes shut.  “No. You didn’t.  You...” a brief inhale and exhale, taming your nerves.  “You weren’t supposed to answer.”

“Why not?”

Ah, here it was – the unavoidable truth. The crux of the conversation arrived faster than you’d hoped.

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t translate your deeply buried truth into words. It was silly of you, you knew that. It wasn’t like he didn’t figure it all out by now.  Why else would he have answered? He obviously knew your calls weren’t accidents, and that they were occurring during a time that he wasn’t supposed to answer.  But the fact that you had to say it? Out loud? It was your worst nightmare come to life.

Fortunately for you, Barbatos volunteered to fill the lengthening quiet between you.

“I do not ask with the intent to shame,” he said softly.  “It is simply curiosity.  I know what I have observed, but to be quite honest, I have yet to fully understand why.”

He didn’t understand…? You thought it was obvious at this point, and Barbatos was anything but obtuse.  Perhaps he was offering an olive branch out of kindness, a chance for you to explain yourself in such a way that wouldn’t result in you packing your bags and fleeing the Devildom in a vain attempt to outrun your humiliation.

You needed to know exactly what he knew, what he suspected… only then could you navigate this minefield of confessions and apologies and hope to come out the other side with some semblance of a friendship still intact.

You swallowed.  “What? What have you observed?”

Another pregnant pause, followed by his deep breath; a mental preparation that you felt deep in your bones.

“You call me only in the late evenings,” he said.  “The spacing seemed random at first, but as it went on, I noticed it never went longer than five days.  You claimed before that it only occurred when you accidentally fell asleep, and yet there was never a voicemail left, even a silent one had you truly been asleep.  And, most notably, I seem to be the only one you accidentally call.”

Every inch of you burned, and you were sure this was your first experience of Hell.  Maybe you had died in your sleep and didn’t realize it...

With nowhere left to hide, the only thing you had remaining in your arsenal was groveling.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you...”

“I know,” he replied.  “So, please tell me... why do you call me late at night?  And why do you not want me to answer?  You clearly desire to reach out to me, and yet don’t want to disturb me.  I worry there is something you’ve been meaning to say to me, but for some reason, have not been able to.”

“It’s not that, honestly,” you mumbled.  “It’s nothing specific.  I just...”

Barbatos remained quiet on the other end while you bit your lip in an effort to build up your courage.  When you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.  

“I... have trouble... sleeping sometimes.  When I do, I like to call you, just to hear your voice.”

“My voice?” for the first time, he sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.  “It’s soothing.  For me, at least.” Panic bloomed again, and your next words came out in a rush.  “I- I didn’t mean for it to turn into this.  I used to listen to your voicemails before, but I lost all of them somehow. And that first night, when it happened, it really was an accident.  But then I missed you, and...”

Your words faltered as quickly as they came as soon as you realized you’d said too much.  You groaned and put your face in your hand.  

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t- I should probably go.  This is so embarrassing, honestly...”

A heavy silence followed, and tears brimmed your eyes at the sudden invisible wall that seemed to be at the other end of the line.  But just as you began to lower the phone from your ear, he spoke.

“You listened to my voicemails?”

Your phone was back at your ear, a fish caught on a line.

“....yeah.”

“How often?”

“What? I mean, not that often, I- I- just when I couldn’t sleep, that’s all...”

Shut up, shut up, shut up! You were the worst liar....

Barbatos hummed thoughtfully.  “I see. So, tonight you called because you couldn’t sleep?”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“And you simply wanted to hear my voice.  On my voicemail, I presume, since you lost my previous messages.”

“Yes.”

Another pause.

“How often do you have trouble sleeping?”

You sighed in tired defeat.  “Almost every night.  It’s just always been like that.”

“But you don’t call me every night.”

“Well, no... I was trying to be subtle.  I only did it when I felt I really needed it.  I didn’t want you to know, remember? We see how well that went.”

Barbatos chuckled, light and playful.

“Indeed,” he teased. “But when you had my old voicemails, you listened to them regularly?”

You sputtered and stumbled.  “Well, I mean, not all the time, but yeah…” 

“When you couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Which was nearly every night.”

You frowned, realizing the circles he just ran around you. “Hey. You need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing the thing.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you get me to say more than I mean to.”

“I do no such thing.”

“Now you’re gaslighting me, too. And here I thought you were nothing but green flags.”

“I… I have no idea what those human terms mean.”

You couldn’t suppress your chuckle.  “I’m saying you’re teasing me.  At my expense, no less.”

“I am merely ensuring I have all of the information correct.”

“Why?” you huffed.

“Because,” he replied, “I deserve honesty.  You had two prior opportunities to tell me the truth, and you opted not to.  I wanted to know why.”

“Well, now you know. I hope you’re happy.”

There was the sound of shuffling fabric, as if he reclined in his seat or his bed.  “I am, actually.”

You grumbled under your breath.

Barbatos continued. “I must say, I’m flattered that the sound of my voice can bring you such comfort.”

Your skin warmed for a different reason, and you scoffed.  “Please. Now you’re just being polite.”

Barbato’s voice immediately lost its playfulness. “Pardon?”

You stared down at your bedding, picking at the lint. “Thank you for being kind, Barbatos. But I don’t want you to lie to me.”

“I am not lying,” he countered calmly.  “On the contrary, it pleases me.”

A ringing filled your ears and then faded as you felt the head rush of his words in your mind.

“It- It does?  You don’t find it... uncomfortable?”

A quiet pause. When he spoke, his tone was soft and colored with disappointment. 

“The only discomfort I have is the realization that I have not been there for you when you have apparently needed me.”

Guilt gnawed at you.  “No, that’s not what...” you sighed.  “You’re not responsible for taking care of me, Barbatos.  I would never expect that of you.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. his voice softened even further, barely above a whisper. “But... what if I wanted to be?”

Your fingers stopped fidgeting, and suddenly it felt like he was there, in the room with you, the distance of your physical bodies having no bearing on the deepening intimacy happening in real time.

“What?”

“What if I wanted to be responsible for you?”

Surely, he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, like... like....

“You don’t—I mean, you already have Diavolo, and the Little Ds, and RAD duties... I could never... I don’t want to be another chore for you.”

“You misunderstand me,” he replied.  “Not a chore, but a desire. I would much rather you speak to me directly during your times of loneliness rather than a lifeless voicemail.” He paused, hesitant. “That is, unless... unless I have misunderstood, in which case I’ll will ensure to no longer answer so that you may—”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice far too loud, and far too eager for such a late hour.  You winced and your next words came out in a hushed whisper.  “Sorry, no, no.  I’d love that, actually.  But only... only if you’re really okay with it.  I want a friend, not a butler.”

A quiet awareness drifted across the connection.  When Barbatos spoke, his voice was calm but firm.

“Despite what many think, I am granted time off where I can be simply myself.  The late-night hours, after Diavolo retreats to his quarters, are such a time.  Were my intent only professional, I would not be offering you the availability of my private evenings.”

“So... you’re saying we’re friends.”

Another brief pause told you that you had him miffed.

“I had thought that much was obvious.  If it wasn’t, then it appears I have far more to mend than I previously thought.”

You worried your lip between your teeth and furrowed your brow.  “I’d only be okay with it if you promise to reach out to me too, if you ever need it.  I want to be here for you too.  Because we’re friends.”

He chuckled. “You have been there for me, more than you apparently realize.  I will expect nothing less moving forward.”

“Good. Then I accept.”

“Wonderful. I will make the necessary changes to my device post haste.”

“Post haste?”

“Yes. I will not miss another late-night call from you, starting immediately.”

“Well, unless you have business or an emergency or something...” you replied with a grin. “Let’s be realistic.”

“I am glad you understand the complicated nature of my work. But even then, I will do my utmost best to reply as soon as I am able.”

Tears brimmed your eyes.

“Barbatos...”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

You could sense his smile even though he wasn’t physically with you.

“You’re welcome.  Do you feel less lonely now?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

You opened your mouth for an automatic yes, but closed it. When you opened it again, you spoke truthfully.  “To be honest, I’m not sure.  I think this whole conversation got my heart racing a bit fast.”

Barbatos hummed.  “I see. I seem to have made your situation worse, then.”

You giggled. “Maybe a little. But in a good way, and just for tonight.”

The rich sound of his chuckle met your ear.  “Indeed.  I must confess, I am also feeling similarly.” There was a brief pause before he spoke again.  “May I be so bold as to suggest an outing?”

“Now??”

“Yes.”

“Where to?”

“There is a new dessert shop that I have been interested in trying that is open all night. Perhaps a sweet treat is in order, to celebrate this new stage of… friendship.”

You smiled and swung your legs over the edge of your bed. “I’d like that. I need to get dressed though.”

“As do I.”

“What’s the address? I’ll meet you there.”

“And have you walk the streets of the Devildom at night alone? I think not. I will meet you outside the gates of the House of Lamentation.”

“Ooooh, a personal escort. How fancy.”

Barbatos chuckled.  “I am off the clock, remember?”

You began pulling out a change of clothes for yourself.

“Yes, but you’re still a gentleman.”

“All personal escorts are gentlemen, but not all gentlemen are personal escorts,” he teased.

You laughed.  “You have a point there.  Okay then, just a casual stroll between two friends.”

“Much better.”

“But not as fancy,” you pouted.  You set your phone down on your dresser and began to change.

Barbatos chuckled again.  “Do you know why it’s better to walk with a friend rather than butler?”

“I get to say bad words?”

“Close, but no.  But also, something tells me that wouldn’t stop you.”

“True.  Hmm,” you tapped your finger to your chin. “I get to tell dirty jokes?”

“Intriguing. That topic will most definitely be revisited when I get there.”

“Prepare to be disappointed.  My dirty humor may be too low brow for you.”

“We clearly have much to learn about each other.”

“Did I at least get it right?”

“No.”

“Well then I’m out of ideas.”

“Because,” he finally replied, “friends get to hold hands.”

“I didn’t realize that was something ‘friends’ did.”

“That entirely depends on the friends.”

Your cheeks grew hot as you pulled on your socks.  “Is that something you want, Barbatos?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t.”

“Can friends hug, too?” you asked playfully.

“Perhaps that is something you should see for yourself.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’m here.  Come down when you’re ready.”

[skeletonh0e]

Fuck it

Fresh Sans x Reader (SFW AND NSFW cuz I'm not a coward)

Literally everyone in the multiverse is going to judge you from a mile away

"Really? HIM???"

Yes. Him.

The strange thing about dating him though is that at first glance it's hard for people to tell if you two are like actually dating or if you two are just really good friends

Because given how Fresh reacts around everyone else it's actually hard to tell

He's touchy, he does kiss you just randomly on occasion, he's generally friendly and supportive but it makes it a bit hard to tell who he's into someone or just....

Being himself

You normally have to explicitly state that he's your boyfriend for others to kind of get it

Or Fresh says it, normally basically akin to "ayo yo yo! it's 8 o'clock me and my boo are supposed to watch all of fresh prince of bel air together! gotta scram!"

And yes, you are the boo in question

His pet names are normally again no different from what he calls others "bro, bruh, dude, homie" (yes he treats all these terms as gender neutral) but you do get the more actually romantic ones like "my boo" or "baby" if he's in a genuinely sweet mood

I will say he only has a vague sense of what he's doing, make no mistake if you managed to befriend him then pursue a romantic type of relationship with him, he trusts you completely and makes that abundantly clear. However he struggles with most emotions in general soooooo

Kind of just repeats things he sees on TV and goes off vibes

Dates are usually extremely cheesy as a result and painfully over the top, often done with his own twist about things. Think hiring a band to play you a song over a moon lit night dinner but the song is all start and the food is like chicken nuggets and mac n' cheese

Surprisingly also gives you a lot of gifts

Sometimes it's things you actually like and would expect from a romantic partner, other times it's just like gag gifts or something random he found that he thought you'd appreciate like pretty rocks, a jar of goo, or something you're pretty sure was an organ at one point (you don't know you don't ask)

One time proposed to you with a ring pop cuz he was told this was something people in relationships do

You still have the ring to this day ofc he got you the best of the best it never ends, never goes bad and you just have to clean it if it ever gets dirty

Also you basically have a free multi universal traveling service here, say the word and he'll take you anywhere. Hell, you don't even gotta say anything sometime he'll just pick you up and take you on an adventure

Which yes it doesn't matter how small or tall you are he will just randomly pick you up, the only difference is the way he does it as it can range from lifting you up above his head or tucking you under his shoulder

On a more serious note since he's not the most aware person about feelings and relationships you'll have to be painfully blind when communicating your feelings

Speaking of he's kind of shit at comforting you

He'll try, willing to hug and go "let it all out broski" but doesn't really know what to say

Especially if he's the reason your upset

Fresh: "bby who hurt you i will karate chop them so hard!"

Y/N: "It was you dumbass!"

Fresh: "....."

Fresh: *process to karate chop himself*

I wouldn't say he's super protective or even all that jealous for that matter, but he doesn't like people messing with you and he especially doesn't like people hurting you

So he's never afraid to intervene

Will just poof into existence between you and someone you were talking to while sounding off the worlds loudest airhorn

No one would call Fresh pure evil but uh, he definitely has some questionable morals. You may have to reign him here or there

Unless you wanna encourage that side of him ya know what they say YOLO baby

Definitely the type of partner to just annoy you like "you've gone too long without paying attention to me so I'm just gonna lay on top of you now"

He's very touchy with everyone in general but especially the case with you

Fairly big on PDA as a result which leads to the afterforementioned confusion with others not knowing how legit this attraction actually it

Hope you're ready to receive a lot of goofy ass text and very silly memes

Literally sliding into ur dms 24/7 and you cannot get rid of him

He wuuuuves you ❤️🧡💚💛💙💜

NSFW (BELOW THE CUT MINORS LOOK AWAY)

Does not know what sex is

Man is definitely asexual, it's a bit unclear where he falls specifically on the spectrum and trying to get him to pick a label is hard. However he's never had urges and certainly never had any reason to get into it

Until now at least

But you will have to explain it otherwise the moment you attempt something he's gonna be CONFUSED

And explain in detail cause he's gonna have questions

A lot of questions

And he still doesn't one hundred percent get it, but he's not disgusted by it and while he might feel little to no sexual arousal

He does like making you happy

He has the ability to make whatever junk you want, so it's basically build a bear

It's still Fresh though get ready for him goofy ass to just keep yapping

Very vocal especially when he turns you into a quivering moaning mess

While he can make his own gentials his favorite thing to do is give head or really just use his hands, the latter allows him to keep talking. And with thus man's extreme stamina he can do it for hours so again you'll have to make it VERY clear when too much is too much

Also an aspect he kind of gets into is lingerie, but I think he just likes you seeing you in pretty outfits and enjoyed skin to skin (skin to bone) contact a lot

Naturally expects for the focus to be on you and him to top especially since he all but outright confirms he's in this for YOU not for him

If you try and turn the tables on him he will be an EXTREMELY whiney and needy bottom especially if you tease him

Be warned too much teasing and he'll flip the roles back with a VENGEANCE

On a more serious note, definitely will have to ease him into extreme kinks not only because everything is new to him but he might also take it overboard

He is genuinely trying though so be easy on him

[cosmerelists]

If We Could Teach Earth Slang to Cosmere Characters...

This is directly inspired by @awesomepossumredux's post (here), in which they expressed their desire to teach Adolin "slay" and "fierce" as slang words. Not only is that pure truth, but it made me wonder what other slang should be introduced to various Cosmere characters' vocabularies...

1. Sadeas: Alpha / Beta Male, Snowflake / Woke

Just think about how more obnoxious he would be if Sadeas knew these terms.

Sadeas: Ugh, stop being such a beta, Dalinar. ... Sadeas: Ooooh, are you upset that I betrayed your father, Adolin? You're such a snowflake. Part of the woke mob! ... Sadeas: Alpha males wear orange.

2. Denth: Bromance

I just think he would use innocuous, cutesy slang for evil.

Denth: Now, me and Tonk Fah, we may be mercenaries, but that doesn't mean we know nothing of romance. Denth: Or bromance, as the case may be. Vivenna: What is...bromance? Denth: Don't worry about it.

3. Nightblood: 80s slang

I think that, once introduced, Nightblood would never stop using 80s slang.

Nightblood: We gotta kill that guy! He's bogus! Vasher: ... Nightblood: Come onnnn! Slaying evil is totally groovy! Vasher: ... Vasher: Please stop. Nightblood: Whoa! Take a chill pill! Vasher: ...Awakening steel was definitely a mistake.

4. Kaladin: YOLO

It would just give all of his dramatic entrances a little extra something-something.

Kaladin: Honor is dead, but I'll see what I can do. Kaladin: [Takes a second to look Dalinar straight into the eyes] Kaladin (in a fierce whisper): YOLO

5. Anyone on Komashi: High Key / Low Key

I mean, they already have (highly) and (lowly) as tone indicators. I think they'd love this.

Akane: I am (lowly) high-key upset about this.

6. Lopen: Talk to the Hand

His favorite slang term both before and after getting his arm back.

Lopen: Talk to the hand! Lopen: And if that's not enough, talk to the OTHER hand too! Lopen: And if that's not enough, you can talk to Rua's hands too! Rua: [both middle fingers raised] Lopen: Wrong gesture there, gancho, but I like your style!

7. Raoden: Hastag

Something-something Aeons are like computer programs so therefore this makes sense.

Raoden: Ahhh, just look at my beautiful wife! Raoden: Hashtag blessed. Sarene: ...What are you even saying

8. Siri: 90s Slang

I'm not sure why my brain is so convinced that Siri needs to use 90s slang, but I feel it deep in my soul.

Vivenna: Siri, you need to grow up already! Siri: Tch! As if! Siri: I'll get right on that....not!!! Vivenna: Where are you learning to talk like that??

9. Wayne: Gaydar

He maybe needs it.

Wayne: So anyway, I've decided to leave you alone. Ranette: Y-You will? For real? Wayne: Yup. Got gaydar now. Wayne: It's pinging OFF THE CHARTS with you. Ranette: ...I'm dating a woman. Wayne: Yeah that's probably why.

10. Shallan: Literally any slang that will most annoy/puzzle those around her

Shallan would be a MENACE if she had access to slang.

Shallan (leaning against Adolin): Ahhh, evening with the bae! Adolin: The what now ... Shallan: Good point, Kaladin. Based. Kaladin: ...based on what? ... Shallan: Lookin' fly, Daddy-O! Dalinar: ...is that good? ... Shallan: Maaaan, adulting is hard! I am shook! Jasnah: Must...not...kill...ward...with...my...mind... ... Shallan: Wow. That guy is getting wrecked in this duel. Press F to pay respects. Hoid: He is getting pwned to be sure. Shallan: ... Shallan: [tips imaginary hat to Hoid] Hoid: [tips imaginary hat back]

[l8dyvenus]

PAC - what are peoples first impression of you?

NOTE: this is a general read, take what resonates and leave what does not. if you would like to book a personal reading, my prices are on my page. if you would like a free reading, I do exchanges. thank you for taking the time to read this pac, enjoy loves. 👾

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PILE ONE

reading:

< five of pents, ten of cups, nine of cups >

peoples first impressions of you consist of thinking you have a wall. you’re the type of person where someone can look into your eyes or talk to you for five minutes and can tell you’ve been through something. but this is something that you don’t dwell on. if anything they think you don’t want them to pity you. you want them to see you as confident, committed, and stern. that whatever has happened to you didn’t break you, nothing can. you’re like the phoenix. instead of falling you rise up even bigger and better. you turn your weakness into strengths and inspire others with this energy. they think upon first meeting that you have a cold demeanor, you’re nonchalant and take no bullshit, but when they actually get to know you they understand you’re just picky with who you open up to. you’re in the midst of healing, and everyone who comes across you, you bring them down that road too. something about you just first being around people makes them want to open up to you as well. you feel familiar to others, as everything is okay for them to let down that fragile wall and be vague. If you’re a woman, with guys, they think you play hard to get when you in reality you don’t like superficial things. people think you are the entire package, the IT girl/guy. THAT girl/guy. sophisticated, smart, humbled, and only interested in making money and bettering yourself. they think you have a great life ahead and that you’re going far. you could be very spiritual or religious. either way, you like sharing your knowledge and deep intellectual debates with others. people often feel insecure and intimidated by you upon first meeting you, but also can’t help but to be attracted to your pure dark energy. im getting Pisces/8th energy. you could be very ethereal looking or may come of enigmatic to others. people don’t know why they are so heavily drawn to you, but they are. could be to the point of subtle obsession.

PILE TWO

reading:

< three of swords, eight of swords, king of pents >

peoples first impression of you is that they think you are a heart breaker. that you give off good energy that you are a free spirit and carry a lot of spunk. you are on the road to building your success so you don’t spend much time wondering about other people and their business. I’m hearing you don’t stay around in anybodys life for long or it’s hard to keep up with you. you could know a lot of people, have a lot of friends but you could be a very distant person. the type where every one will know you on some social level, but you only pop out to events when you want. people think you’re pretty chill, cool, and detached but also the life of the party. very much into the belief of YOLO. you could be a an Aquarius or have 11th H placements. they think you are very unique and not afraid to express yourself or stand up for people who others think are below them. you could’ve met a lot of people at a social humanitarian event or a lot of your relationships that you built could have started from something you truly believe in or value in the physical world. people think you have a good head on your shoulders and that you’re a very mature person. you may be young but when others speak with you the first time you give them a physical example of how age doesn’t coincide with wisdom. you come off as elegant and classy or speak with a open ethical mind. there’s an airy aura surrounding you and you make people feel like they can speak to you about anything.

PILE THREE

reading:

< seven of wands, six of pents, two of wands >

people think you have a lot of sex appeal. you’re someone feisty and knows how to defend yourself by having a nasty come back when someone try’s to challenge you. but just like you could have a ruthless side, you are a very generous person. your personality could fluctuate or you could just come off very moody. people think you have a lot of energy and is not afraid to stand up and go against something that doesn’t sit right with you. you like to fight for what you believe in and you don’t take no for an answer. you could speak or carry yourself with great authority. your voice may be very loud and clear, or maybe even deep. people think you can control your facial expressions or keep your emotions in check. you come off very passionately about the justice of others and especially your beliefs. upon people first meeting you, you may treat them as if they have already been your friend. asking if they are okay, making sure they don’t feel left out or helping them out if they don’t have something.

PILE FOUR

reading:

< seven of cups, four of wands, three of pents >

other peoples first impression of you is that you may be an idealist, goal oriented, and all over the place. I’m seeing the page of cups even though I didn’t get that card. when I say “all over the place” though, I don’t exactly mean like moody. all over the place as in you have a lot of dreams you want to accomplish, and you are making sure you are putting in your efforts to insure victory. you seem like a party person or someone who likes to socialize. you have connections everywhere or you tend to make friends with people right off of the bat. everybody knows you or wants to be friends with you. you’re more like a leader rather than a follower. you’re funny and outgoing and anybody can just vibe with you. I’m getting heavily “crazy, sexy, cool” type chick/guy. you look hot to a lot of people. sometimes, off first glance, people may only think about that and project their thoughts of you being superficial, but you’re not and when people start talking to you they see you have a lot more to offer than just looks. they think you have a mouth on you too. that you can retort back to any dismissive comments someone throws at you. If you’re a woman, the first thing guys notice about you are either your boobs or curly hair. some people think you give off milf vibes. either way, peoples first impressions of you are that you’re like the cool mom friend or just that one boujee OCD vibrant person.

[maybe-im-dark]

The birth of Wolverpool

Deadpool zips through the multiverse with his usual panache, feeling pretty good about his little escapade. After the events of the Deadpool & Wolverine movie, he had this insane idea—why not find some more variants of Wolverine? Maybe spice things up, maybe find some new drinking buddies, and, well, maybe just mess with some timelines for the fun of it.

He lands in a bustling new dimension, boots crunching on fresh snow as he adjusts his red and black suit. The landscape looks vaguely familiar—a sprawling Canadian wilderness, of course. Typical Logan. But something’s… off.

Then he sees it. Standing atop a ridge in the distance is… himself? But wait. No. It’s… Wolverpool?

Deadpool’s eyes widen in shock, then gleam with pure joy. He rushes forward.

"Wolverpool, is that you?!" he shouts, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wolverpool, a brawny mix of Wolverine and Deadpool, stands tall. He’s wearing Deadpool’s trademark red-and-black suit, but with the classic Wolverine mask—those iconic pointed black ears stretching out from the sides of his head. There are claws coming out between his knuckles even. Deadpool stops dead in his tracks, dropping to his knees with hands clamped to his face in awe.

"Oh. My. God. I knew my dreams were insane but this—this is beautiful!" Deadpool exclaims, tears of joy threatening to spill. “This is the Deadpool-Wolverine fusion I didn’t know I needed!"

Wolverpool just stares, growling slightly.

"Okay, tough guy, let’s calm down—oh, look at those claws! So sharp! So stabby!" Deadpool reaches toward the claws, then thinks better of it and pulls back with a flourish. “Never mind, no need to lose a finger today."

But then, something catches his eye—a rift in the timeline. A shimmering distortion that beckons to him, curious and teasing. Unable to resist, Deadpool leaps through it with a quick, "Yolo!"

He emerges moments later, slightly disoriented but quickly shaking it off, when he hears some gruff voices ahead. Sneaking around a thick pine tree, he peeks out and sees—himself. And Wolverine.

But wait… Logan's not his usual self. He’s… heavily pregnant?

Deadpool’s jaw drops as he takes in the scene. Wolverine’s cradling his massive belly, leaning against a rock, his face twisted in pain. His breathing is erratic as beads of sweat drip down his furrowed brow. The version of Deadpool in this timeline is holding his hands, trying to help him through labor, though clearly at a loss for what to do.

"Holy chimichangas…" Our Deadpool gasps, slapping a hand over his mouth. He struggles to contain his laughter and amazement, his eyes sparkling with manic glee. "Logan's… in labour?!"

Deadpool can barely handle it. "Oh, this is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Forget the rest of the multiverse, I am never leaving this timeline!" he whispers to himself before straightening up and muttering, "Okay, keep it together, Wade. Just—be respectful. It’s a magical moment."

The scene escalates as Wolverine suddenly lets out a roar of agony, his claws instinctively popping out as he clutches his sides.

"Aaaaagh!" Wolverine screams. “This kid better be worth it!”

Pregnant Wolverine's belly tightens, his muscles rippling beneath the surface, and then—like something out of an alien movie—his belly bursts open with a sickening, fleshy pop. Blood splatters, and a small, crying infant crawls its way out of him, slick with fluids.

Our Deadpool nearly passes out. "What the cronenberg!" He stumbles back in disbelief, eyes wide in horror and awe. "Okay, that was NOT on my bingo card."

The alternate Deadpool quickly swoops in, catching the newborn with the reflexes of a practiced lunatic. With surprisingly tender care, he cleans off the tiny child and places it onto Wolverine’s chest, who—already healing—leans back against the rock, looking exhausted but relieved. His body rapidly knits itself back together, the gaping wound closing as if nothing ever happened.

"There you go, Wolvie," alternate Deadpool says with a grin, patting Logan’s shoulder. "Congratulations, papa. You’ve done good." He gestures to the baby on Wolverine's chest. "Our little bundle of chaos. Takes after both of us, huh?"

Our Deadpool stares, utterly speechless for once. He shakes his head, trying to process what he’s just witnessed. "Well, that was… surreal," he mutters. "Seriously, I’ve seen some weird crap, but this? Top five, easy."

As the baby coos on Wolverine’s chest, Wolverine grunts, shooting a glare toward both Deadpools. “You two better not be making a big deal outta this, or I swear, I’ll—"

Our Deadpool snaps his fingers. "No need for threats, big guy! I’ve got enough memories to keep me laughing for the next fifty years!"

As he steps back, ready to continue his journey through the multiverse, he whispers to himself, “Well… never thought I’d see the day Wolverine gave birth. Guess there really is a first time for everything.”

One last look at the bizarrely heartwarming scene, and Deadpool shakes his head with a grin. “Well, that was unexpected..”

And with that, he leaps back into the multiverse, ready for whatever absurdity comes next.

But even for him, this one was going to be tough to top.