#so yes that was my random personal complaint today

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I don't even like thinking about toji taking megumis girl. Like, in my mind he's trying to atone 😪

Yes!!! Let’s talk about it!

He loves ‘Gumi so much. He was just having a bit of a ✨ emotional breakdown ✨ during that whole selling him off deal. And personally I was coming off the Shouto train so it hits twice as hard cause he always gets his GF taken by Endeavor or Dabi (sometimes Bakugo), which Dabi makes sense since he HATES Shouto. But post-atonement Enji 😭I totally get the kink though (tbh I kinda like it in reverse 🤭). There’s actually a really GOOD fic I like called U&I with Bully!Megumi and you sleep with Toji to kinda get back at him after finding out he’s been using you. I like the revengeful ones or when it’s a 2-parter and they find out what you did.

BUT I DIGRESS, okay so I got some big brainrot and I was half asleep and started thinking about it and ahh! Plus I didn't post for his birthday so this is like the most slap together, grammarless of my brain rotting (and you brought it about Nonnie, so you gotta take responsibility lol) but:

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(SFW) Imagine okay, like a modern AU: Toji is trying to be a better dad after the endless benders after losing his wife. He went from floating from random woman to woman, trying to catch that feeling again like when he was with his first wife. It always devolves into the same thing with him squeezing them dry for every penny he can get before moving on to the next with Megumi in tow. Sometimes it didn’t include Megumi, Toji would leave him alone for weeks to months at a time as he got older, occasionally bringing home some new mom that he’ll eventually abandon at the end of the day or that eventually gets tired of him; tired of both of them because Megumi refused to be nice to anyone Toji brought home.

But it finally hits him to be better, to try to be a good parent. Sadly, it’s too late. Megumi is a teenager now, one year from graduating high school and going to college, where Toji will definitely not have any chance to atone. He doesn’t blame the kid, it’s his own fault.

However, he sees a lot of himself in his son. The apathy that borders depression, the lone wolf attitude, the quietness and independent streak, the very small number of friends (if any, because Megumi NEVER brings anyone over or talks about school at all, usually avoids talking to him in general). He isn’t really sure what to say to the kid, not that he’s figured it all out himself or that Megumi would even listen to him. Indifference was the best he could hope for most of the time.

Then one day, he shows up at home with someone. A girl, even. And you’re cute, way too chipper to be following around his wallflower of a kid. Always entering and leaving with a “Hi, Mr. Fushiguro. Bye, Mr. Fushiguro. Looking good today, Mr. Fushiguro. Love the haircut, Mr. Fushiguro. Rocking that sweater, Mr. Fushiguro. Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.”

You seem too good for nobodies like them; and when he teases Megumi with the notion, his son claims you’re just his class partner for this semester, nothing else. But Toji sees how soft he gets around you, the little bit of extra effort he puts in trying to make conversation when you’re over, the blush and grouchy embarrassed complaints he makes whenever Toji tells him to leave his room door open when you guys work on projects in there. The complaints usually get a little quieter given the right laugh from you.

You have a good effect. Megumi seems a little less tense, walking the world with a little less cynicism even though it’s still clearly there. He starts hanging out with two other kids from his school, Megumi claims they’re your friends, not his, but Toji has seen the pink haired boy over twice without you. Overall, you all seem like a really good kids.

One weekend you pop because you and your friends were in the neighborhood and wanted to see if Megumi wanted to join in on whatever you’re doing. Unfortunately, Megumi’s not home, but it gives Toji a small window to prod you a little about your relationship with Megumi. He’s observant enough to notice by now that the two of you like each other but he just wanted to hear it from you, and you make the most darling lovesick face when he asks. As far as he can piece together, you’re not dating officially but the entire world treats you as you are.

When Megumi finds out what happened though. He doesn’t like it, and he makes it clear that the interference was highly unappreciated it. Toji is simply sitting in the kitchen and trying to enjoy his apple, and he’s getting the interrogation treatment by this little gremlin (affectionately) half his size.

“What were the two of you talking about?” “Nothing in particular.” “If you don’t need anything then don’t bother her.” “Why? You don’t want me speaking to her?” “No. She isn’t your type anyway.”

Then, Megumi starts going off on a tangent of why Toji shouldn’t be interested. You’re too young, you're still months off from 18, you don’t have any money for him to leech, and there’s no way you can decide on a movie together with that age gap; 'You’ll kick the bucket 30 years before her' is the meanest one though.

Based on the disrespect, it still looks like Toji has a lot of work to put in but it’s almost cute, in an grouchy, bratty (also affectionately) sea urchin type way that he’s getting so worked up over you. He thinks the kid will combust if he mentions that he does think you’re cute (in an overly energetic bubbly kind of way), and it makes him release a short chuckle as he resists the intrusive thought, which only serves to make Megumi’s frustration even worse.

Normally, he'd get tired at this point and ask if Megumi was done mouthing off yet, but this time it makes him glad to see Megumi getting so worked up over something. It’s a good feeling to know his actions didn’t completely ruin his son, that he didn't completely destroy Megumi's ability to care about life like his former family and the world had once done to him. It makes smile the tiniest bit even as Megumi seems to try to trudge away after making his point. Whatever point there was to be had. The boy is such a chronic overthinking about everything and everyone, including if you’re one of those girls at the school that squeal when they see him pick him up at school on the rare occasion.

“Hey,” Toji calls out to get his attention. “Do you know what you’re doing?” It’s not the best words but it’s the only way to sum up the familiar feelings he gets of his past, right after he left his family, right before he met Megumi’s mom. And after losing her without ever really making the most of everything back then and treasuring the moments together. “It’s hard to find something like that. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

He can sense the tension draining from Megumi, the panic and shaky nervousness from seconds ago leaving in the form of drooped shoulders and a soften, mildly confused expression as he looks back at him. Something seems to finally click in that overly worked brain of the younger Fushiguro and he mumbles, “I know.”

And Megumi gets that look again, that quiet one, too caught up in his own head.

"Do I need to make room for a daughter-in-law in that case?" he asks lazily before taking another bite of his apple, the chewing echoing. It's enough to earn some grumbles and a red face. He smirks when the boy quickly decides to hobble back to his room and hide away in embarassment. Like a normal kid.

And Toji thinks that maybe…a small maybe… that maybe they’ve gotten a little closer. If only in that moment. Regardless, he really hopes that the talk is one of those things the school already covered because he really doesn’t want to be responsible for that.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fluff #female reader

[hsgwrld-archive]

STARGAZING-> L.HSG

->bff!Heeseung x gn!reader ->wc- 819 >FLUFF,little bit angst

Prompt -> “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

Request form

a/n- This is requests,so yep yep,i kinda wanna rewrite the ends or continue this story but idk

Taglist- @dimplewonie , @heetoldme

Heeseung, your dearest and closest friend. He’s been a big part of your life, since you’ve known him from the beginning of high school till now.

But still after all these years spent together did you expect him to fall in love with you? Of course not.

He has seen you at your lowest and highest points in life. For example, when your first love broke your heart and you cried on his shoulder for days. Or when you won competitions that you thought you could never win in the first place. Heeseung has always been there for you and you’ve always been there for him. Best friends through thick and thin.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest side profile?" you said while looking at him from the side. You weren't lying when you said that. He really had a really nice and defined face, which made everyone fall for him even more.

You both decided to stargaze in the middle of the night at a random park that you found. You both were sitting on a very uncomfortable bench with some distance between you both, but the night was too beautiful for some bench to ruin it. Apparently tonight is a star shower, which is why Heeseung begged for you to come and watch it with him. It's better to do it in company than all alone in your room. Even better if you’re doing it with the person who made you a better version of yourself.

"Oh so my side profile is pretty? You're like the most beautiful thing here, prettier than every star i’ve looked at today, " Heeseung smiled at you while leaning his back on the bench. His statement caught you off guard. You stared at with furrowed brows. Was he flirting with you?

"This sounds a lot like you're flirting with me," you said nervously while looking back at the sky. You weren't even flustered, it was more like a confusion.

"I have been trying to do that for three years now," he said, which made you look at him in fast motion. Three years? He’s never been the flirty type with you. He’s never even showed any interest in you. So what was he talking about now?

"What are you talking about?" you said your thoughts aloud and looked up confused at him. You only saw him as a best friend and nothing more. At least that is what you thought now. I'm not talking about times in the past when he made you flustered with all his actions and words. But you’ve always put those feelings far away in a fear of making him uncomfortable.

"Y/N, I know we’ve been best friends for more than four years now and we made that stupid friendship pact where we can't date or fall for each other, but laws are made to be broken. So I say, let's give us a chance,” Heeseung said as his eyes finally left yours. He fully remembers the day you both made the agreement. It was at your one-year friendship anniversary and you both made it in fear of losing your great friendship, but still to him you’ve always been more than just a best friend.

He was now nervously shaking his leg, hoping that he didn’t just break your long-built friendship over the bold comment he just made. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. But you just nervously chuckled, not giving him an answer and looking up at the sky. Your head was flooded with so many thoughts, making you more flustered than ever.

You knew what your heart wanted but you were still scared. Maybe it's time to give it a chance? But if you say yes and it doesn't work, there is no turning back.

You knew you made Heesung wait too long for your answer, but he wasn’t showing any kind of complaints. Just looking up in the sky and giving you your own space thinking about your decision.

Just then a star fell down from the sky and you knew it was a sign. A smile formed on your face and you turned your head towards Heeseung whose eyes were closed now, enjoying the chilly air blowing in his face.

"So I think I will give us a chance, but let’s try it for fourteen days. If we aren't working out then it’s not for us and we stay friends. Deal?" you said and smiled at him. Heeseung's eyes flew open at your answer. He turned his head toward you and opened his mouth. "Fourteen days, huh? So we can call today our first day, because i think this is a perfect evening for a beginning of something new" he said and giggles left your lips. Deep down you knew you both would work out and the next two weeks were going to be a rollercoaster

#kflixnet #k-labels #enhanet #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen drabbles #enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung fanfic #heeseung fluff #heeseung #lee heeseung fluff #lee heeseung fic #lee heeseung imagine #heeseung headcanons #heeseung scenarios #soft hours #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

[yurislotusgarden]

Circle of complaints

ʚїɞ aka, Welt and Kunikida complaining about having to be unassuming fathers

ʚїɞ Small mentions of reader bcs they're a menace together with either Dazai or March (There's 2 readers, one for bsd universe and one for hsr universe)

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1.7k

ʚїɞ Idea was stolen from comes from @lotus-pear <3

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None!

“Are you sure that a pure dark coffee with 4 shots of expresso is a good decision?”

“No, it's not, but I need it.”

The older man sighed, and as he had previously noticed, the younger male was sitting completely alone in the cafe, and seeing as he, himself, was in the same predicament, he decided to join.

“Mind if I sit with you? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“No no, I don’t mind, feel free to sit.”

“Thank you.”

The brunet pulled the chair out and sat down, placing his own coffee on the table. 

Pure dark coffee, with 2 shots of expresso. He wasn't much better than the blonde in front of him, but he still had less caffeine in the end.

“Are you sure that I shouldn’t ask the very same question you gave me just a moment before?”

“How about we both ignore our coffees?”

“...That’s a good idea, I suppose. I’m Kunikida Doppo, you?”

“My name’s Welt Yang, nice to meet you.”

The both of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Kunikida’s phone started to ring. Welt had to say that the ringtone, the caller ID, and the picture of the contact were… surprising, to say the least. The older man expected the younger one to accept the call, only for him to decline it, and mute his phone when the same person called again moments later.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but, are you having a bad day that you’re not answering the call?”

“No, it’s the fact that the caller is one of the people who are the reason behind me being here, drinking this abomination.”

“Understandable, can I know what they did?”

The deep, exhausted sigh from the blonde wasn’t giving any good signs to the brunet.

“It was sand this time.”

“Sand?”

“Yes, I opened a drawer in my desk earlier this morning only to find all of my things covered in sand, nothing was spared. Everything was either covered or full of it. Dazai and [Name], the two responsible for that stunt, were either sitting on the agency couch or their desk respectively, trying not to laugh at my expression when I realized what they did.”

“Hmm… those two, Dazai and [Name], do they do things like that often? Because it sounds like they do.”

“Let me tell you, a day where nothing would happen is a day I would consider a miracle. Both of them are always planning how to get on my nerves. I cannot tell you how many pens I lost due to me snapping them in half.” 

The older one chuckled, he had to admit that it reminded him of the things that March and (Name) would often do to the other occupants of the train. He stopped counting how many times he had found things he shouldn't have in places they weren't meant to be in.

“You know, it reminds me of something my coworkers did before.”

“Really? You also have complete menaces as coworkers?”

“Yes, one time two of them, March 7th and (Name), got buckets full of sand one night when everyone else went into their rooms to sleep. The next morning when everyone left their rooms, the entire floor was covered in so much sand that it could’ve been considered a beach, only water was missing.”

“That sounds like a nightmare to clean up.”

“It was. At first, those two troublemakers were sentenced to cleaning up alone, but we all quickly realized that they'd need help if we wanted the sand out the same day. Even then, the sand continues to be found in completely random places till today.”

“How long ago did it happen?”

“Hmm…I would say that soon it'll be 7 months since then.”

“...Now I'm praying that my idiots won't get that idea.”

“You better.”

The younger man sighed. The man that sat with him definitely seemed wise, obviously more experienced with life if he was to guess his age, and unfortunately, he seemed to be on the same boat when it came to coworkers.

“Is it normal for your chaos duo to pull such things?”

“...Chaos duo?”

“It fits.”

“...I guess it does.”

Kunikida was curious, he could tell the two people Welt was talking about were ones to expect some pranks from, but just how was the older man so used it? *At least he looks like he’s used to it* the blonde told himself, slightly amused.

“Honestly, it's completely normal for the two to pull pranks, from smaller to bigger ones. Although it doesn't happen as often as it does for you.”

“After hearing about your sand incident, I think I may be lucky with those bastards doing small pranks on the agency members.”

“You sure should be thankful for small, harmless pranks, you could be having much worse. Also don't mind me asking but, ‘agency’?”

“Ah yes, I work at the armed detective agency, we basically take care of cases that are too much for the police, but still less than what should get the military involved.”

“Sounds like an eventful though dangerous job, I’m not going to lie. I cannot say what my job specializes in, but I do travel a lot.”

“Is Yokohama a work destination?”

“No actually, we decided to have a small break, short vacation, if you will, and since we were already close by, we decided that Yokohama was gonna be our stop.”

“Do you like the city?”

“It's very lovely, I can't lie, I'm a fan of the views, especially water-related ones at sunsets.”

“They're beautiful indeed, would be even better if there was no chance to fish out a suicidal maniac like he's fish himself.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me correctly.”

“What do you mean by ‘fish out a suicidal maniac’?”

Welt was worried upon hearing those words, but for some reason, Kunikida seemed completely carefree. Was it so normal for him to call someone like that? Wait wasn't the picture of the caller earlier a person on a ro-

“Dazai Osamu, the person I talked about earlier, literally dreams about a double suicidal with a beautiful woman, but it's not uncommon at all to find him floating down a river as, or after, a suicide attempt.”

“I-”

“Please don't dwell on that.”

Alright so he had every reason to be worried, but he also guessed that Kunikida was way too used to that ‘Dazai’ person’s antics by now.

“...So what’s another prank you fell victim to?”

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“So you're saying, that one time, you left your tea out on a table, just for one person to change it to coffee, then another person to change it to colored vodka (you added food coloring to it), after that yet another person changed it out to a very weird tasting tea, just for someone to change it to food colored water that someone else ended up drinking because the cups got mixed with your friend’s in that whole ordeal?”

“Yeah, it wasn't the first time something like that happened as well.”

Kunikida decided that he was actually lucky with how he gets pranked when he heard what sometimes March and (Reader) did to Welt. Or even someone else when they roped someone into their plan.

“Should I watch out for my drinks even more than I already do?”

“When I hear what your coworkers already have done, I would say yes because it may escalate at some point.”

“Just great-”

“Your cake is falling.”

“Oh shit-”

The cake was successfully saved from falling off of Kunikida's fork, which he was happy about as that was one of the best cakes he’s eaten till this day.

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“-and so I-”

“Wait wait wait.”

“Yeah?”

“You found your paperwork on the roof, the only thing keeping it from flying being a singular pin?”

“Yes, I searched for that paperwork for a week before Ranpo took pity on me and gave me a hint.”

“The hint being?”

“He said, and I quote ‘Do you think that paperwork can fly?’. It caused me to check out all of the windows and then the roof.”

“...Your partner loves chaos doesn't he?”

“He adores it.”

“You actually reminded me of that one time that my research papers were taped all over my workplace, nothing spared, not even the floor or ceiling.”

“Hold up WHAT-”

#)+_)#)#

“And guess what? He had absolutely no remorse for that! The bastard!”

“We have way too many similar experiences…”

First the sand, then the broken things, messed up work - for Kunikida, and messed up documentation on some observations for welt, hair cut when taking a short nap, teasing comments, changed up drink when one was not looking (Welt laughed way too much at hearing that you changed Kunikida's water for vodka, and Kunikida had a hard time trying not to laugh at Welt’s tea being changed to water with food coloring), things completely going missing before being found days later in the most random spot imaginable he swears that Kunikida will have gray hair or aneurysm before 25.

“Way too many. I say we don't let those 4 meet each other, it won't be good for anyone around.”

“Pretty sure it would end up with half of the city hating them.”

“Half? I say most.”

“That's an exaggeration.”

“Not at all.”

Both of them had to say that the talk in the cafe was very pleasant. Sharing the memories problems that are so similar that it got kind of worrying at one point, but very pleasant indeed. Unfortunately for Kunikida, he noticed he was about to run behind his schedule if he was to stay any longer.

“Say, how long are you staying in the city?”

“It depends on my coworkers really, but we planned 2 weeks at the very least, we all need it.”

“How about we meet every now and then? Just to talk like we did today?”

“I would say that's a great idea. A talk like this can be very refreshing.”

“Great, let’s exchange numbers then?”

“Of course.”

Little did the two of them know that soon yet another person would join them. That, dear readers, is how their little circle of complaints came to be.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

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@sukiischaotic

#yes himeko was the one to drink the food colored water #honkai star rail #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #hsr x reader #x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd dazai #gender neutral reader #welt yang #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #march 7 hsr #hsr #dazai x reader

[goodnightmoonvale]

shoutout to @bplotd (who Tumblr won't let me tag for some reason) who sent this ask to me a while ago. I'm copy pasting it here, because I want to keep it in my inbox to look at forever. But I'm feeling a lot of rage and despair today about how I'm ever going to make a difference in the world, and this helped me a lot before, so I'm posting it again so other people can see it too:

I know there is an underpinning narrative in the current zeitgeist to move people away from the paralysis of the terminally online "gotta do everything all the time" anxiety by encouraging folks to exert effort in a single direction consistently. And I think that attitude is largely useful and helpful. But here is something i have learned from 10 years in international development: this isn't the only way to effect change. It may not even be the most effective way. So many successful projects I have seen, and long term positive changes, are yes due to the work of dedicated individuals or groups, but they are often equally due to one single, well-placed "yes". One lucky break. One teacher who says "sure you can use my curriculum notes" or one administrator who says "sure, you can turn in your grant late" or one community member who speaks up with a good idea or a very timely complaint or a young person who babysits for a key night so a mom can go to a meeting or --- Listen, what I'm saying is that random acts of kindness can and do make a difference, in many cases a HUGE one. They're sometimes the lucky break on which an entire project or opportunity hinges. I'm sure you've heard that phrase about "planting a garden you will never see". It can be so hard, because this random kindness or justice may never, ever connect their little good deed with the actual good it does in the world. I can't help you know exactly what your own kindness has wrought in the future - that is a gift that so few of us ever are given. But if you contribution is consistently /doing a good or kind of helpful thing/ when presented with the opportunity, you are doing enough, more than enough. Consistent effort isn't just volunteering or doing a job or working on something tangible. Sometimes consistent effort means being the person who makes little daily choices to extend grace to others. And friend, that isnt just "good enough", that is /salvation/. The people who need it will find you.

#may a lucky break find you #may you be someone's lucky break #rage against the dying of the light #hope is a discipline #I'm trying not to let the overwhelm turn into helplessness #some days it's really fucking hard #life on the moon

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@wexarethewalkingxdead​ asked:

Basics. - What was the first muse that you’ve written? //Do you still write your first muse? //How do you describe writing / rp to others?  Canon Muses. - Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon? OCs. - Who was your first OC? //Do you still write your first OC? Fandoms. - In what fandom did you start? Ships. - Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair? Tumblr. - What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore? //What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike? //What’s something you find weird on here?

What was the first muse that you’ve written?

I answered this here, but... I don’t know what came first, it was either writing dogs or writing Sailor Moon. One of those two things! It’s been so many damn years and I honestly barely remember what happened two days ago let alone what occurred like over a decade ago lol. I feel like I want to say the dogs came first... But I have no idea. 

Do you still write your first muse? 

Nope, well actually... I mean no but yes? Mostly no. I don’t write anime anymore and I likely never will again. But I still occasionally write animal muses, and I do have a dog blog on here. 

How do you describe writing / rp to others?

Answered here as well, but because I really don’t talk about roleplaying unless it’s actually with somebody I know who also roleplays... The most I’ll say about it is that it is like writing a story with someone. 

I am putting a “see more” thing here for the rest of this ask because it long 👌

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

Oof this is such a hard question. Making decisions is impossible and picking one favorite to talk about is so painful. I have so many options... I guess maybe since Bailey is a Last of Us muse, I’ll talk about Ellie from The Last of Us. So in the first game I absolutely love everything about Ellie, zero complaints whatsoever, and she’s obviously a character that helped inspire Bailey. The second game? I was disappointed to be honest. There are some parts that are done very well, but in my personal opinion, I feel like Ellie’s overall character was just... It just didn’t really feel like Ellie? And I do get that she’s a little older now and loss changes people a lot, especially the way that she lost Joel, but regardless, she still just feels more like a stranger to me in the sequel. She doesn’t even pick up the video game system thingy after killing that random lady? Like?? Super tiny detail but still lol, there’s no way Ellie would pass that shit up. 

Who was your first OC? 

Gosh, I have no idea. She certainly wasn’t my first, but the only OC I can actually remember from way back when is one I named Elena and she was a vampire, I had her on tumblr for an extremely short time, I had never ever written on tumblr prior, it was my first time. I wrote her on some other roleplay site primarily. And no, I did not make a vampire named Elena because of The Vampire Diaries. I came up with the idea before I started watching that show lol. 

Do you still write your first OC?

No, I don’t. I wrote her a good while but eventually she fell off the face of the planet and I haven’t looked back since! Honestly, my OCs way back then were very poorly done anyways. Not that I couldn’t develop her better today, but I just have no interest in it. 

In what fandom did you start? 

Anime, I was obsessed with anime for a HOT ass minute, so I was writing a lot of anime. I don’t anymore, I really don’t even watch anime anymore either. 

Have you ever started to ship a rare-pair? 

I don’t think so? I mean, I support other people’s rare or unpopular ships, but to be honest I don’t really invest much into shipping. I just don’t pay much attention to it. Like it’s cute and I enjoy seeing the dynamics but I just... I dunno, whatever? If it’s me shipping a muse with someone else’s muse I’ll probably be happily invested but other than that I don’t pay that much attention to shipping. 

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

Err imma be honest I don’t really know what the trends are. Like I know what the word means but also I don’t because my brain 100% fails to comprehend? So I apologize in advance if the next two answers are absolute potatoes... I don’t entirely know what to say. I mean, I guess it’s real nice that most people aren’t so judgy about your writing or how you format? Cause everybody always writes so dang well and I’m just like, meh. I don’t think you’d consider that a trend but whatever I love nice people that’s all I got. 

What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike? 

Same concept above my lovely confused brain. I am just going to say a random ass thing I dislike... Like, I guess maybe, a lot of people if you follow them first (and they follow back obviously) they expect you to put in 100% of the effort to interact and everything while they put in, literally, zero, zero effort whatsoever. Again, don’t know if you’ve call that a trend but that’s what I got lol. 

What’s something you find weird on here?

This is also answered here, a few things I kinda find a little bit weird but of course people can do whatever they want to. Some people have crazy strict rules, and ridiculously long lists of banned faceclaims — I did not know this was even a thing people did in the rpc until I returned to tumblr this year. People who follow you and then ignore all your interaction attempts, or make zero effort whatsoever to interact. Some people hate it when you message them just to chat, like, ooc chat, I just don’t quite understand why but that’s as someone who really loves chatting ooc. And lastly, people who won’t interact with you if you’re a multimuse of only female or only male muses because it means you are “sexist” and that’s just hella weird, because people write who and what they’re comfortable with and it ain’t that deep. People can write who and what they want. 

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Cw: Umbrella Academy spoilers

Tldr: I'm very sad about the quality of the new season because I really liked the past two seasons and the parts of the comic that I've seen

I was initially planning on spacing out the series and watching a couple of episodes a week to enjoy it, but that did not happen.

Instead, I watched an episode last night and hate watched the rest today

*This is basically just a list of complaints*

Overall: All of the characters have regressed or are just entirely acting out of character, and I don't know why. I understand the changes in Allison and Victor make sense (a little bit less in Allison's case but at least there's a reason for it) but why the ffuck is Luther suddenly incredibly clueless and naive? Like he's always been like that yes but like this season is a whole new level.

SloaneXLuther:

L: oh, are you honey potting me?

S: why would you think I would do that I would never (having given no evidence that she would never)

S: Oh no! are you honey potting me?

L: why would you think I would do that I would never (having given no evidence that he would never)

L: Oh no it's you, you're the one who's honey potting me!

S: no it's just my family, I would never (still having given no evidence)

S: Oh no it's you, you're the one who's honey potting me!

L: no it's just my family, I would never (still having given no evidence).

S: Oh, okay. come in my room let's fuck

L: good plan

Fucking shut up oh my god! Neither of you have any reason to trust the other or any reason to be attracted to each other other than like a base level physical attraction, please be quiet and stop

SloaneXLuther2: EXCUSE ME? He knew her for like several hours before deciding he was in love. And like, okay, Luther's being Luther, but a second character also acting like this? They fuck once and now they're in love and they're going to get married? OH OK! I mean, I get the world is ending, sure, but like still crying over your dead husband that you've known for 2 days???

Klaus: Somehow being the most effective and useful one <3

Klaus part 2: How does he know that woman is related to his mother???? He has no reason to know that! He just walked up to some random Amish woman and decided that was his mom and just said "Mom?" it wasn't even his mom it was his mom's sister at that. Doesn't make any fucking sense. Second, why did they all react like that. If she was actually getting upset, sure, react with hostility, but like he wasn't even in the room when Klaus came over to talk to her and then suddenly they're all chasing him with pitchforks??! They (the show runners) just wanted a reason for them to have to leave quickly and I don't like it. Also why the heck would she give him that book? How is she faster than everyone? what?

Klaus part 3: Suddenly so trusting!!! Unacceptable! Give him one chance, okay, but he's literally doing the exact same thing your old dad did and experimenting on you. Why are you continuing to trust him?? Doesn't make any sense, don't like it.

AllisonXLuther: I hated this and it felt deeply out of character. I know she's using her power again but this was way too far for her in my eyes.

The Sparrows: Why are they all so oblivious? Like they're drugging their dad and are theoretically in control, at this point, they should be able to recognize the obvious possibility of the umbrellas. Ignoring that, they're also just like all being really dumb, like every single one of them, for no apparent reason.

Sparrows part 2: why did One just disappear!! Like I get it being a trope for neither of them to have what the other group wants in a trade-off scenario like that. But, it just feels so lazy. And like killing off a character for very little reason. I understand people and things had to start going missing but I think it made a lot more sense to start with the dog and like other smaller things like the cows than just like a whole ass person and then no other people for a long time. Also, One being taken throws a wrench in the whole both the academies seem to be impervious to the body snatching waves?? Like if number one can be taken why couldn't the rest of them? how did they all survive? Feels like a big hole to me.

Diego: Shut the fuck up and stop being mean to this kid for no reason. I understand having a kid dropped on you suddenly would definitely be upsetting and confusing, but the way he was acting was just awful. And then turning around and deciding you're going to be supportive / parent him when he burns down some shit and kills your brother? And then when he discovers she's actually pregnant!!! He's into it?!?!? fucking excuse me! this is a whole ass roller coaster that doesn't make any sense.

Diego part 2: "I'm the daddy" involuntarily irl gagged, that was awful

Reginald Hargreaves: He would be smart enough to know to pop a pill in his cheek so he wouldn't have to take it without having Klaus tell him. Like that feels basic, and he's proved himself to be pretty conniving and savvy in the past. Once he stops being drugged his actions generally make sense again. Except, I don't know why he needed to "bring the family together." They ended up all going in because the world was ending, not because they came together, so it never mattered. I'm pretty sure if he thought about it for a second he would have realized that would happen. And not thinking about it for a second feels out of character. I get he had to bring the numbers down to seven but he didn't even really have to do that because Klaus ended up coming back and it didn't matter (nor did he seem to be that worried or care at all when Klaus came back, which doesn't make sense given that he just went to the trouble of killing two of them to make it seven). And then the deal with Allison???

wE aRe aLl In A coMpuTEr: (fucking whatever) maybe they'll expand on this next season, and it'll be better, but I think the way the show handled it was boring and bad.

Fei: Do the birds apparate out of her back? or do they exist in the real world all the time? Does she befriend additional crows and those crows come and live with her and become her eyes? Like when Ben grabbed that bird why didn't she just disapparate it? If she befriends them, that's super chill, but then explain why sometimes the crows have to come back to her to tell her what they see, and other times she sees directly through their eyes??

Fei 2: I think she's very pretty and I like her clothes. uwu

Victor: Let him have his fucking tapes, Jesus Christ. Also, you just learned a bunch of lessons last season that I feel like you forgot

Mom: cool the robot is making a religion that's great, but this doesn't make any sense, bye

I have a lot of other things to say, but these are the main things coming to my head right now. I think I will probably not watch next season, which makes me sad. This all being said, there were a lot of things I did like about the series, but I think the plot holes in weird continuity issues overweight them

#The Umbrella Academy #TUA #spoilers #gerard way #you must felix your heart

[wpdariacutnes]

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Me: I seem to have calmed down, but I'm still in this mood, I don't know why, but damn it, I have it

but it's good because I don't care much because once it's ready this applelili_megaman_ver because it's more like Calla From Red Army, so how can you easily go to Zero Series and then hug/big side boy's because that's where I have

well, if they would let me know, the question is the end and not the match, that I'm in such a bed bitch mood, it wouldn't make much sense to say it calmly, but wadomo, the fanbase is sometimes a shuting filth and no one is hiding it, but it's cool, whatever

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but that's fine, because I don't really want to talk, sir so true

but everyone knows what the hest pink sauce is, it'll be there soon, yes, it's the damned sauce and what

This is quite an interesting trap, my dear because normally there are complaints about Olivia or something like that, which is nasty, and others are afraid whether she didn't plant her makeup because it tastes silver when I ate the better box and the ones that were there and I think I gave it a screen today and reddit because he asked something because he had something to like about her and if it's ok, everything is fine, how should the sauce look like, I just noticed that

it bothers me or something about the semen of the sauce because the one she gave was tastier, it wasn't that much tastier, i.e. about 13%, almost 14%, you know what sauce I got, but it was more like mayonnaise, only she planted berries and then there was this whole ekiketa sty pink sauce, it was "pink from jagodzanka" that it's from jagud

and the one that's supposedly hitting you because it's full of fat and fat that's the whole tapper thing a make dys pigments is more huge a dys max like 26% a more 38% that's what caught my attention when I opened the cap, what was wrong with screwing it on, it was strangely rubbery, so sweet, as if she had poured perfume on it. and how to say that there is still little logic about what happened next during my interaction Normally, the one who was already serving the sauce on the table, not the person who does it herself, sometimes she felt that something sweet smelled of vinegar, so she poured it into a plastic container herself and I supposedly left because only the police said that it smelt of sweet vinegar and could they? let me know what someone knows, they said ok and I went with them to Stim Pink Sauce to see what was there, it's so weird (literally, the smell is so freaking out that the guy can only smell it with his nose)

and there are two options, or the pigmentation is distorted and didn't mix at all

or perhaps about ertigine supplement yes ertigine puding dys sauce dys a nils code none pigments but more gliter sowing efect like glass or sowing because even if it is not harmful, but large amounts of it cause the intestines to be severely irritated and, beware, it becomes even worse and someone time mix a vomit because dys make a silver as K5 wery high

and the best thing she knew was that reddit was about me and what she said was "she knows and so do I" and I said "she means what" and that demon sauce is that she pours these suptacies anyway, but she does it originally, that she pours it from underneath and then he mixes it and spins it (i.e. thick action and nothing to laugh about)

so she thought that if she turned over, the little one would be a sharp plobble and that everyone would be like end planet

or maybe one of them quickly added some random ingredients and she smoked and said "yes, it's a colorless raker" that she showed me a video of how the pink sauce looks under it, just pay attention to it (i.e. one shot or you already have silver intestines under you, you already have goals or a lot of irritation, what is the group's attention, or is there no fuss at all because it is too obtrusive)

Reddit one is PinkSosOverParty5565

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Offical epic note: 08.02.2024.r

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[clowncollectr]

Arknights - Everything between us, as it should be (Liang Xun / Lee) - Chapter 4

Rating: G

Word Count: 3649 (this chapter), 28397 (whole story)

Summary: It’s Liang Xun’s second time visiting Lungmen. The circumstances are much better compared to last time. There’s no rush. Familiar faces, new faces. More happy memories to join the old ones. Between him and Lee, things are finally as they should be.

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

__________ Chapter 4: Lungmen's open secret The last few outings have been fun, but sometimes it was nice to plan things for just the two of them. Lee jokingly said that he wanted a day off from babysitting, but it’s not hard to read between the lines.

He talks about those three often in his letters, saying that they’ve only become more reliable with time. And about how he felt that nowadays, they were taking care of him more than he was taking care of them. All of this to say that he doesn’t really mean “I don’t want to spend time with those people” when he says it but rather, “I want to focus on spending time with you.” This is all assumption of course. Liang Xun wanted to entertain the thought that he might be receiving special treatment. But he knew that more than likely, this was simply Lee’s hospitality on full display, polished by both time and experience. This man gets along with others for a living. It makes sense that he would be a good host who was skilled at making someone feel like an honored guest.

Even so, Liang Xun is still grateful. He knows that Lee prefers home-cooked meals and small local restaurants. The place they were at today was a high-class establishment. The type only the wealthy and distinguished typically frequent. There’s no way Lee would ever choose to go to a place like this on his own.

Naturally, he tried to dissuade him and suggested they go somewhere else, but his friend insisted.

“Aren’t you used to eating high-class food all the time now? My agency doesn’t make enough money to be eating like that every day, but I can take you to a place or two. Won’t it be good to have some nice places in mind if you ever come back here on business? You can impress your coworkers.”

That’s what he said. Honestly, Liang Xun didn’t care much for that excuse, but he knew better than to continue arguing. Anyway, he could tell from the quality of this place. It was the type of place that needed to be reserved in advance to even enter. So he just quietly added this to the long list of things he needed to repay this person for. Yes, the same list he’d been told to stop keeping track of.

At least they could actually enjoy a meal together this time. The last time they went out to eat had been when Lee was angry with him. Compared to then, the current atmosphere was much better.

Instead of crossed arms and a frown, the person sitting across from him only looked at their copy of the menu with a curious expression. Occasionally, those golden eyes would dart up at him and he’d hear some random complaint, like how the names of the menu items were too vague for you to understand what you were ordering, or how they were using too many ingredients that didn’t improve the flavor of the dish at all.

This type of environment was comfortable. Pleasant. For some reason he felt that he was really satisfied.

Feeling content, Liang Xun also thought about what he wanted to order and eat. That simple goal preoccupied his thoughts for a while until a strange noise made his head snap up.

“Geh.”

He heard something like a surprised yelp and looked up just in time to see his companion raising their menu higher. High enough to cover their face completely. It was like watching a musbeast duck into a nearby hole in the ground.

????

Did that sound come from Lee? It sure sounded like it. But it was very odd. He’s never heard him make a noise like that before. He wanted to ask about it, but it was clear from the other person’s body language that they didn’t want to talk about it. So he pretended not to notice.

Things were normal again for a short time. Now, Liang Xun certainly can’t match the perception skills of a detective, but he’s not oblivious either. In matters like this at least. Lee was trying to hide it, but after doing it so many times in the span of a couple minutes, of course it would be noticed. The way he keeps glancing at a certain direction.

After observing him do it a couple times, Liang Xun was finally able to follow his eyes and figure out what he was looking at, or rather, who he was looking at. A few tables across from them sat a very beautiful and elegant looking woman, who seemed to be minding her own business. By now, Lee had already glanced back at her table several times, looking very uneasy.

Liang Xun couldn’t help but speculate about who she was, and what her relationship to Lee must be to get an unusual reaction like this. Lee has always been on good terms with most people, and he tends to avoid unnecessary conflict even with those he outright disagrees with. Could it be that they had a difficult relationship? With such thoughts in mind, he began to consider the possibilities.

Could she be someone he dislikes? But I’ve never seen him hold a grudge against people he’s fought with. Or maybe, a past lover? Even that is strange. Lee isn’t as complicated as some people assume him to be. He has many good traits and he doesn’t really hide his bad ones. I can’t think of a reason why someone who was interested in him might change their mind. Even if the relationship didn’t end well, I can’t see him being the type to let bad blood stay between him and someone he cares about.

He could keep running around such thoughts in circles, but in the end, the only way to actually find out the answer was to ask. Of course he wanted to, but this involved Lee’s personal relationships. Someone who belonged to that great portion of his life which he wasn’t a part of. It didn’t involve him, and he felt it wasn’t his place to ask.

That didn’t stop his curiosity though. Now he was also occasionally glancing back at the woman sitting across from them. Liang Xun noticed that she was with someone, although he couldn’t see who it was from where he was sitting. He had another assumption, perhaps a wrong one, but maybe Lee simply didn’t like seeing his ex on a date with someone else. Something like that.

“Are you ok? You seem upset.” Liang Xun finally decided to ask him. A subtle offer that told the other person ‘I’m willing to listen if you want to talk about it’.

“It’s nothing. Thought I saw an evil spirit. Guess I’m too hungry. Now I’m starting to see things.” Lee answered back with a weak laugh.

His response was dismissive and an obvious lie. Neither the speaker nor the listener believed it. However, those words confirmed that he didn’t want to talk about it and that was enough of an answer. For a while, it left the two stuck in an awkward mood. Too distracted to talk about other things, but unable to talk about the obvious.

Fortunately, that awkwardness eventually began to die down as whatever was bothering Lee subsided. Even if it was still bothering him, he had at least regained his composure enough to hide such feelings.

When a waiter finally walked to their table, the two men felt a sense of relief, thinking that they could finally enjoy their dinner in peace. That relief quickly turned into confusion when the waiter informed them that he wasn’t there to take an order. Instead, he held out a bottle of wine.

“A gift from the couple at the table over there”, the waiter explained and nodded his head in a certain direction. Neither of them bothered to look. They were very familiar with that direction by now.

“Perhaps you’ve got the wrong table. We’re not here to celebrate anything. This doesn’t seem like it should be for us.” Liang Xun tried, hoping that the situation was a misunderstanding.

The man only assured them that no mistakes were made. Lee asked for the wine bottle. Once it was in his hands, he confirmed his suspicions and found a note attached to it. He didn’t read the contents aloud. Or even explain what it said. He only furrowed his brows and changed his usual relaxed expression into a scowl. Once he finished reading, he silently crumpled up the paper and placed it in his coat pocket. Then he thanked the waiter and sent him away.

Before Liang Xun could even ask for an explanation, Lee was ready with an answer.

“Just a bad prank. Don’t worry about it.”

Despite what he said, the carp was already starting to get up from the table even as he continued to speak.

“Uh, let’s head somewhere else. I’m a little uncomfortable staying at this place right now.

Liang Xun stood up and walked out with him. Even without an explanation, if Lee says he wants to leave, then he will follow. But there’s still a slight worry in the back of his mind. He wonders what was on that note to make the other man so upset. Worse yet, now he was starting to think about how there are people in this city who disliked Lee enough to harass him like this.

Maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe Lee dismissed it because it really wasn’t important. But Liang Xun disliked this feeling of powerlessness. Not only is he unable to help, he’s not even in a position to know what’s troubling his old friend anymore. Those worries continued to follow him, and it wasn’t until his surroundings started to look familiar that he realized he’d never asked where they were going next. By then, he didn’t need to ask anymore. They were headed for that same street food stand from his last visit.

The same young but tired-looking Ursus man was present this time as well. When the two had gotten close enough, Lee called out to the young man in greeting and the merchant regarded them with a small but noticeable smile.

“How’s it going, Jaye? Business good today?”

Lee spoke with a familiarity that suggested he frequented this place often

Jaye took a minute to finish up an order he was working on, but as soon as he finished, he responded with his usual monotone but polite voice.

“You came back. Together this time.”

“I’m surprised you remember.” Liang Xun answered back. He does remember being impressed by this person’s memory last time, but he’s still surprised Jaye was so well-acquainted with what goes on between his individual customers.

“It’s because I was thinking you two look happier when you’re together.”

“Aha…well…anyone would enjoy themselves more when they’re with a friend right?” Lee hastily replied.

“Yes, but what I mean is-”

“Sorry, it’s been a long night and we’re pretty hungry. Is it ok if we order now?”

It was rare to see Lee interrupt someone while they were talking. Liang Xun thought that he must have meant it when he mentioned how hungry he was earlier.

Hearing his request, Jaye postponed the small talk and began to focus on preparing them food. Because he gave it his undivided attention, the food was prepared rather quickly and remarkably. Not even three minutes had passed by the time he handed them both a set of three finballs each, which from the smell alone said all it needed to regarding the taste and quality of the food.

The power of delicious food shouldn’t be underestimated. Their night had been off to a bad start, but troublesome thoughts become easier to cast aside when you’re forced to confront more physical needs like hunger. To put it more bluntly, people who think too much benefit from having their brains turned off.

The surest sign of improvement was the fact that Lee had asked Jaye if he had any extra cups. The Lung waved the “gift” he received today around, now just another ordinary bottle of wine to be enjoyed along with food. So they did. No matter what city they were in, it seemed they were destined to spend their time together over a cup of wine. Not that it was a bad thing. Nowadays, it’s best to leave the crazy adventures to the younger generation.

Even though Jaye had finished most of his tasks, he saw that his two customers had settled comfortably in their idle chatter and decided not to interrupt. If anything, it was almost more entertaining to watch. He regarded both of them as respectable and wise seniors, so it was interesting to see the way they talked to each other. Whether what they had to say was rude or kind, both men seemed to only say exactly what was on their mind.

“That’s stupid. Don’t just let your superiors order you around like that.”

“It’s necessary. It doesn’t matter what you think.”

“Your spine’s going to be shaped like an S before you retire.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who hasn’t improved their posture even after all these years.”

“Don’t be difficult. I’m looking out for you as your friend.”

“You should start by befriending yourself first.

Jaye couldn’t tell whether they were arguing, concerned for each other, or drunk. Hard to tell. It looked like some form of getting along though, so it was probably fine. He considered the prospect of closing up shop, since the stand was unlikely to get many more customers at this time. Before he could make a decision, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps and looked up to find another customer.

She was a tall, green-haired Oni. The kind most people would be intimidated by. And for people with less than good intentions, they were right to be scared. But for Jaye, he only smiled and saw another person in Lungmen who was always looking out for him. The second one so far tonight. Another regular, too.

“Hope I’m not too late.”

Her voice is cool and composed. The exact opposite of what you’d expect from her appearance.

“I’m still open, ma’am, er, Miss Hoshiguma.”

“Like I’ve said before, you can drop the miss. I’m just another customer when I’m off the clock like this.”

“Do you want the usual?

Hoshiguma nodded, and Jaye began the process of preparing finballs again. Since she was probably his last customer for the day, he took it easy and made small talk with her while cooking. It was something Uncle Tung liked to remind him often. For a merchant, it’s not enough to have a good product. You need to be good with people too. He’s not sure if he could be considered that, but if the people who actually are good at talking to others will give him business like this, hopefully he’s doing something right.

Once Hoshiguma received her food, she walked over to greet the stall’s other two guests. Partly because she wanted to say hi to a familiar face, but also because she noticed that they had alcohol. Regardless of whether the drinking was cooperative or competitive, of course she wanted in.

However, as she approached, she noticed that there was someone she’d never met before.

A person who seemed well-acquainted with Lee. Probably not a Lungmenite from the way he dressed and spoke. Although he didn’t have the bearing of a common man either.

She exchanged greetings with Lee and the stranger. And when the detective finally introduced Liang Xun by name, she simply said “Ah, I think I’ve heard of you before.

By now, Liang Xun isn’t surprised at all. Too many people know him in this city for some reason.

He responded to her, shaking his head helplessly.

“I can only hope that Lee’s been saying good things about me.”

The Oni laughed and explained herself. She didn’t consider herself a nosy person, but many of her men from the L.G.D were.

The enigmatic Mr. Lee, who doesn’t officially aid the L.G.D but is often involved in many of the cases they were tracking. Supposedly a normal detective, if you completely ignore his influence, general aptitude for everything, and the fact that he always gets out of trouble without a scratch. Naturally, some people would get curious about his background.

But it’s hard to find out anything when the man has such a common name, and he hardly talks about such things himself.

Her men have tried asking him directly before. Apparently old Lee always said the same thing. Just that he grew up in an unimportant place to an unimportant family. And the only thing even remotely relevant nowadays were a handful of old friends.

In short, it wasn’t really a name that people were recognizing.

Hearing all this, Liang Xun didn’t know what to say. The part about Lee not wanting to talk about his past wasn’t a surprise. But at the same time, he didn’t realize that the carp considered him and Huai to be such a big part of it. He had to admit that he felt a little touched, and the thought made him feel both honored and proud.

Lee had stayed silent during the entirety of Hoshiguma’s explanation, but he did not deny a single thing either. When Liang Xun turned to look at him, Lee only nodded his head and closed his eyes, his face turning a slight red from embarrassment.

Hoshiguma watched the two as a gentle yet knowing smile swept her face. She had no reservations about sharing her impressions. “It’s easy for me to tell. Mr. Lee and Mr. Liang are friends the same way me and Ch’en are friends. The same kind of friendship. I’m sure of it.

He was not familiar with this person named Ch’en. Maybe just a vague memory of having heard the name before at some point. Nor does Liang Xun have any real context as to the relationship between the two. But at a surface level, it was clear that Hoshiguma’s words were meant to be a compliment.

Before he could give his thanks, he heard a loud cough. A sudden coughing fit had overtaken Lee, the severity of which was enough that the other two stopped speaking to make sure he was ok.

After a few seconds, the coughs died down. And Lee took the opportunity to change the topic of conversation.

“Ahem. Speaking of, how is Miss Ch’en doing nowadays? I heard she’s working for Rhodes Island now?”

A saddened expression appeared on Hoshiguma's face, then it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Correct. To be honest, when I heard Ch’en was leaving Lungmen, I became quite depressed. I was worried I might never see her again. But recently, I’ve learned that just because she isn’t nearby anymore doesn’t mean she’s gone for good. We frequently write to each other now. I’m even able to visit her sometimes because of Lungmen’s current alliance with Rhodes Island. Goes to show that even if you’re apart, it’s not the end of the world I guess.”

Her words were earnest. And when Lee and Liang Xun heard them, they couldn’t help but glance at each other, probably thinking the same thing.

Even if you don’t see someone as much as you used to, it doesn’t mean that old ties have to be severed. And even when you’re far from each other, it’s not impossible as long as you put in the effort.

If they were being honest, the realization made them both feel very foolish for how they’ve been acting around each other recently. Especially during Liang Xun’s first visit to Lungmen. Since when did things between them get so complicated?

There was a short silence between everyone for a while. Until Hoshiguma suddenly remembered the whole reason she had even walked over there.

She tilted her head towards the bottle in Lee’s hand. A more cocky expression overtaking the usual professional demeanor of the L.G.D’s Madame Oni.

“Any chance you’ve got enough in there that you’d be willing to share? I could even try to get us some more. Make it a competition.”

Fortunately, Lee was sober enough to have the foresight to turn her down, saying that he didn’t want to subject his poor guest to carrying his unconscious body back home. Also he kind of liked his liver intact. But when it comes to the prospect of sharing, yes he could certainly accommodate that request.

And so, the rest of the night was spent drinking their worries away.

When Lee and Liang Xun finally returned home, they were tired, maybe a little tipsy, but certainly content. The night hadn’t gone how they planned at all. A description that’s applicable to all of their adventures recently. But they didn’t mind so much. Because at the end of each day, there was always the same feeling. They had fun. It was a good memory. Just like before. It felt like the relationship between them was finally back to how it should be.

Feeling sleepy from the food and wine, they wished each other a good night and returned to their respective rooms. While he was by the bedside table, putting up his things for the night, Lee suddenly remembered the note that was stuffed in his pocket.

He took it out and read its contents again, the same unhappy expression on his face as before. He groaned miserably and rubbed a palm across his face. Under his breath, he muttered “Tsk. Ridiculous” before crumpling up the note again and tossing it in the trash.

There was no sense in getting hung up over difficult things. Better to go to bed and get some rest. __________________

Best of luck.

- Wei Fumizuki & Wei Yenwu

#miko the clowncollectr's fic tag #LiangLee / 梁鯉 #lee arknights #liang xun arknights

[igreu-simmons]

im so f**king tired of everything

the self help shit on social media is bullshit if you cant even utilize that stuff in your day to day life. Im so done with staying at home and doing absolutely nothing. I'm use to making new friends every year but the friends that I made last year were truly bad for me so I cut them off but now I am alone. I havent spoken to anyone in so long and I am literally losing it. Even writing a post like this feels like shouting in silence but atleast I get to publicly yell about it (stepping outside of my door and trying to yell will just get people to make weird looks at me).

My friend said one of the worst things you can do is introducing your friend group to a different friend group. I don't know how legitimately the friend who told me this was since I only met him online. I dont know if I am currently living in a day and age where making online friends should be normal but to me it is not. Anyways i heard him out cause he seemed like he was speaking with experience and expertise regarding this topic and he said that.... well honestly I dont remember what he said. I dont think he elaborated anymore on that but my imagination and overthinking skills kicked in to try to figure out why mixing friend groups would be so shit.

So, I looked at my specific circumstances. One friend group was this group of friends I met online during the covid online schooling year. Some of the guys I met from one of my classes introduced me to their old neighborhood friends a few months after and I started talking more and more to them. With the online

Explaining all of that was important because that is why I am alone today. Does a part of this state of being "alone" come with loneliness, yes, but I would like to thing that this is something that I am familiar with and something I just havent seen in a while. What the problem is is that I am feeling the most experimental and rebellious right now and I can't do anything about it. Yes I have been known to be kinda extroverted and loud, possibly even confident online when talking to random people, but whether that was a product of the lack of consequences of my actions and possibly tying the words I was saying to me as a person, its very possible and possibly true. I want to run and I want to fall. I want to do the things that I feel like I have been training my whole life to do and have mentally trained myself for to "slay". I dont even care if I have a childhood or teenagehood, me running will always be my teenagehood.

But again, I feel trapped. At this point its a waiting game where I just have to sit and suffer. Then, you might be asking, what is the point of sitting down and writing your complaints if they are going to go away soon? Its the fact that I have to sit and suffer through the wait in the first place. I have waited for many things in my life. Results to exams which I had studied for, results to exams which I hadn't studied for, the consequences to my mistakes whether it could've been fixed by eraser or by having better friends that I didnt feel peer pressured by. I have waited for so many things that were to be revealed in the next following hours or things that were in the distance future. But right now is the first time that I had felt like I was wasting my own time. My own time anxiety was compounded with the fact that my suffering was not just me learning to experience a different emotion for the sake of getting out of my comfort zone. My suffering was the bad choice that was presented to me when the good choice was also there right along. It was this summer when I started to feel like my life was truly in the my own hands and I could make something of it myself, and yet I was still stuck at home.

This could be a blessing. As much as I love being organized, maybe I was not to be trusted. Instead allowing myself to learn like how I wanted to, learning about life would cause there to be irreversable problems to my perfect suburban life. Really I had many things that the other kids had but I just wanted to do something on my own.

I would like to say that all of this is just in my head but in the same way that I feel the need to be shouting this in an online post and making a mark in physical space, this has been taking a physical toll on my body. I havent been able to eat properly and some days sleep properly in the past few days and plates of dinner I had tried to convince myself I would finish are laying in the room next to mine because they have officially started to smell. When your brain can't find a way to directly fight the thing it hates, it compensates by ruining something else that was doing fine in your life. I wish I could say that I am going to try to eat better by whats the point of fixing something if nothing is gonna change anyways?

**

this post is incomplete and shares the surface level of the thoughts that linger through my mind during this year's summer months. I will be doing my best to finish the thoughts that I have started in the near future

<igreu3

#comingofage

[purplesurveys]

1640

Have you ever lied to a person of authority? What did you say? Erm yeah I guess, but I make it a point not to lie about big things because that shit has its own ways of getting found out in the end anyway. The lies are always just like, “Yes it’s clear, I have no questions,” “Yes, I’m okay,” “No I’m not doing much, what can I help you on?” lol.

What’s your favourite type of pie, either sweet or savoury? I don’t really have pie much...but let’s just go with chicken pot pie as I’ve never had a bad bite of it. Do you have a Netflix subscription? Yes, we have a family subscription. I’m not one for movies and TV shows these days, but I do use Netflix for my Friends and Twilight Saga rewatches and the rare times I want to explore a K-drama in its entirety.

Have you ever parked in a disabled parking space even if you aren’t disabled? I’ve never done that. How long does it usually take you to get ready in the morning? All of like, two minutes. All I do is get dressed, splash water on my face, brush my teeth, let the dogs out so they can roam around the whole day, and prepare my coffee. This entire routine is clockwork at this point which is why I take really quick to accomplish all of them.

What colour is your favourite shirt? I don’t have one at the moment.

When was the last time you saw a photo of yourself? Last night. A college professor I had recently passed away, so I posted a photo of myself and my orgmates with him back when we hosted a workshop for us in like 2018.

Does your laptop ever overheat? Not so much these days because all I do with it is literally take these surveys, lol. Occasionally the fan will turn itself on which is more a matter of the battery’s lifespan, but then again even that has never resulted in my laptop suddenly dying out on me.

Are you wearing a dress today? As a matter of fact I am, yeah! I have a black dress on, with slits on either side on the lower part.

Do you use your phone during class or at work? I do use it a lot at work but part of it is because there are some tasks I can do better through the phone, like texting or looking for influencers on Instagram and TikTok. The other reason is I’ve stopped give a fuck and I just want to go through social media and play In the Seom lol.

How many times a day do you check Facebook? More than 10 times, but it’s also because I check my feed for a grand total of 5 seconds and immediately close it after haha. Facebook continues to be super popular (and the main social media) in the Philippines so I’m on there a lot.

Do you hate it when people on airplanes recline the seat in front? If it gets to the point where it affects my personal comfort or like my legroom and all, yeah absolutely. I’m not confrontational though and I am more likely to suffer silently throughout the trip than call out the over-reclining person.

Are you the type of person to press a button just because? Nah, buttons are dangerous y’all. My mom once accidentally set off a fucking FIRE ALARM because her hands were wandering about too much, lol.

Would you ever volunteer in the case of a natural disaster? Probably not for a natural disaster, but I am likely to donate instead.

Do you check your emails daily? Only from Monday through Friday. My work email is absolutely personally off-limits on weekends.

Are you inside or outside at the moment? I’m inside a Starbucks outside of my home.

Why did you last have to see a doctor? Can’t remember. Might’ve been my UTI issue still. Have you ever been pulled aside for a random bag search at an airport? Nope.

Are you happy with how much you weigh? Sure. I’ve pretty much stayed the same weight since I was like 13 and it’s something I have little to no complaints about.

What’s your favourite flavour of Jell-O? I’ve never had Jell-O and it doesn’t sound appealing to me at all.

Do you pick your nose? C’mon, be honest. Yes.

What was the last thing you bought from a supermarket? Jin Ramen, for obvious reasons.

Do you know anyone who is highly allergic to anything? Angela’s entire face turns red and feels hot after like two sips of alcohol. I also have another friend allergic to egg and seafood.

When was the last time you had a nap? Last Sunday. Such a good nap, too – the kind where you wake up and think you’ve been transported to 2088 LOL.

Are you hot, cold, or just right at the moment? It’s a little cold. The aircon here is out to kill hahaha but at least I’ve got a thick jacket on. Do you have a Spotify Premium membership? If not, do you want one? I do, I’m listening to music from it right now as I take this.

What’s your boss’ name? Bea’s my immediate superior but I’m not sharing my higher bosses’ names.

Have you ever eaten caviar? Yeah, a few years ago. I could tell it was the super cheap kind though so I’ve never really count it as caviar lol.

Are you a nervous type of person? I can be, depending on the context, scenario, what I’ve found myself in the middle of, etc. For the most part though I try to hold my own.

Do/did you collect anything currently or in the past? I’ve collected before and I still collect now; the things I’ve collected have just changed over the years.

On average, how much money do you usually put into savings every week? I usually do it in one big transfer every time I get my pay, not weekly; and these days I try to transfer half of it to savings. Partly because I’m trying to save big for my upcoming Thailand trip but also because I’m in a position where I earn enough to be able to allocate half of it for savings.

Do you prefer sweet or savoury foods? Savory, any day and every day. I’m quick to turn down desserts.

Do you have any games on your computer? Which ones? Nope.

What are your three favourite fruits? Avocado, andddddd that’s it.

Have you ever received a speeding fine? No. I don’t think we have anything against speeding here actually? People in the Philippines will drive as if they’re the spawn of Satan and you’ll never hear anything about it from traffic enforcers/the police.

When was the last time you shaved any part of your body? This morning.

Have you ever had a cramp in an odd place? I ALWAYS get finger cramps when I use chopsticks.

Would you ever go overseas for cheap medical treatment? No, I don’t know if that’s an option. The amount I’d save for the treatment would get eaten up from the airfare anyway.

How many hours did you sleep last night? A good amount, around 7-8 hours.

Are you good at writing stories? I am terrible at writing stories and poems, but anything else I can most definitely take a shot at.

What have you eaten today? An omelette and rice; three donuts; and this unique takoyaki bun thing from Starbucks.

Do you watch House of Cards? Nah.

Did anything exciting or interesting happen to you today? Seeing one of my favorite K-pop idols have a vape on him was definitely a hilarious twist to today. I’m not saying who and from where I caught it so it doesn’t have to blow up more than it already has, but that was definitely a funny thing to catch. People need to calm down and realize idols are fucking just like us and can do whatever they want.

What’s your favourite type of fish to eat? Tuna sashimi.

Who else is in the building you’re in right now? Baristas and customers.

[sluttyten]

Hi it’s time for another of Bea’s random personal complaint posts, you don’t have to read I just want to talk in the tags

#so I feel like a bad person #because my best friend keeps inviting me to do things and I keep telling her no #like yesterday I know she was waiting for me to get out of work before she asked if I wanted to go eat together and I told her no because I #had a headache (which i did and it didn’t get better until hours later and one nap and some Tylenol later) #and then today she’s asked if I want to go swimming at her apartment complex’s pool which does sound like fun but #I’m on my period and potentially tmi for y’all but I don’t use tampons so obviously I can’t go swimming #and that feels like a perfectly valid reason to tell her no but I still feel incredibly guilty telling her no #bc then I feel like I need to give her a reason but idk I don’t want to explain the whole period no tampon thing to her #and also I never get to spend days home alone by myself anymore which I love doing and today I get the day all to myself so I don’t really #want to leave bc I’m an introvert who prefers being at home all the time and I feel like she doesn’t entirely understand that #anyway I need to respond to her now #also like I’m sitting here comfy in my house reading a book in sweats with unshaven legs so I would have to get ready to go even just hang #out at the pool #also I lowkey hate myself for not wanting to go do things bc I know I should be more social and not be home all the time #so yes that was my random personal complaint today

[unholytrinitytrio]

ASKING THEM TO PULL OUT

Pairing: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Manipulation, Overstimulation, Degradation kink Breeding kink, Non con, Basically anything to do with cum

Word count:

HAWKS: KEIGO TAKAMI

Seeing you cry out of pleasure is doing wonders to his ego but seeing you oozing HIS cum would be the deal breaker. Problem is you won’t give him what he wants.

So in particular night where he was sure you were extra putty in his hands, he asked again if he could cum inside of you and when you denied again, despite his hard work, here comes the constant whining with a side of manipulation.

“Please just once, Let me do it” Hawks begged pulling out of you and just continued to pleasure you by just rubbing your nerve in lazy, slow manner, despite your constant whining to continue whatever he was doing before.

“Don’t wanna” you replied, pouting at him.

“If you love me, you’ll let me do it right?” Keigo now stopped his movement any pleasurable friction you felt before. He smiled in adoration back at you making you feel guilty of not letting do it just once. But you know it’s risky.

“Keigo you know that today’s my ovulation date right? I said it to you it’s still risky, still with pills and all” you frowned looking anywhere but him, afraid that his look of adoration would sway your previous decision.

“Then I’ll wear a condom, that good for you?”

“I thought you said you hated wearing one? That’s why we got the pills right?”

“I do hate it but for you I’ll do anything” he said charming you with his smile.

“O-ok then, but remember I have to see you wear one”

And that you did, you watched him put one although you can see a flash of regret cross his face that one time.

Continuing with where you left off, relaxed that you weren’t at risk of being knocked up you let him continue. Until he stopped for quite a time to reposition your legs, he said, until you felt him pressed himself on top of you, body tightly knitted in mating press position.

Entering you again you groaned at the sudden change in sensation of his dick. A sudden increase in temperature and heightened sensation of his veins rubbing inside you. And then it struck you, with nervousness increasing every time he thrusts right back in but not wanting to come off doubting him. You tapped his shoulders three times to garner his attention.

Still not relenting his thrust although he slowed down a bit in consideration of you he tilted his shoulder in a show of curiosity.

“You ARE still wearing a condom right?” you asked him a bit anxiously

‘Please say yes, please say yes’ you chanted back and forth

With a grin he looked back at you, you smiled back skittishly, hoping that you were indeed right.

“Maybe if you said 'I love you, cum inside me' I won’t breed you”

‘Bree-?!’

Like being doused with cold water you started pushing your self away from him, although it proved to no avail with his added weight on top of you effectively holding you back.

“Fuck, ‘m close” you heard him mutter before feeling him speed up his thrust

“I- I love you!” you yelped out hurriedly the first time.

“I love you too” he responded hips continuing it’s brutal pace.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Keigo, Inside please! Cum please!” you chanted loudly, not caring who heard you right now, panic already setting in, feeling his dick twitch more with each passing minute.

“I know....I love you too” he grunted his response back, eagerly capturing your lips.

And then he stilled still. That’s when you felt ropes of thick hot cum spilling inside you. Crying with hiccups you felt your body slackened from the realization of what happened.

With a grin of a cat that got the canary, he stayed inside you hugging you tightly telling you that he’s excited to see you with his little one around your arms.

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

This man thrives on seeing his darling cry

“No more....No more please...” you heaved out already wrung out of orgasm, your thighs already straining from being held for too long

Oh you want him to stop? Best believe he’ll pull out slowly wanting to see you sigh in relieve, face plastered with dried up tears and drool, thinking that he’ll spare you today. And when he sees you start to relax he’ll thrust right back inside you enjoying your choked intake of air, and eyes brimming with fresh set of tears.

“I thought- I thought. You said- You sai-” you said shakily with his every thrust holding tightly on his shoulders for support. While still simultaneously trying to push yourself away from his onslaught of hip bruising thrust.

“I thought-I thought” he mocked you in a high pitched voice, repositioning his hold on your on his waist to fold you further until you felt your knees bucking on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you thought wrong. You had your fun. Best return the favor” he grunted smiling maniacally in response of seeing the look of betrayal from you.

With a high pitched yelp, your back arching to rub against him. He felt your walls contract and some warm fluid being squirted against his abdomen and pelvis. Not relenting his thrust rather opting to reposition himself in order to fasten his pace he growled loudly, pulling your hair to the side to expose your neck more to him he bit hard hard concealing his moan.

You almost went in and out of consciousness, not caring that Dabi’s using you as rag doll, until you heard him groaned about cumming inside you.

Like a cold water splashed on you, you jolted awake from the realization that this asshole would definitely shoot his load inside you.Thrashing weakly despite the soreness of your muscle, you actively tried pushing him off.

“Just not inside. Please, I’m begging you” you cried again, not caring that you sounded rather pathetically.

Wrong move, your crying, pleading face was the last push he needed.

He suddenly stayed still, face buried on your neck until you felt warm thick liquid spreading inside you, some of it escaping from his plugged dick inside you to form small puddles of your mixed cum.

Realizing the situation Dabi, put you through another set of fresh tears ran down your eyes. With a groan he carefully pulled him self out looking down where your bodies just connected to see small droplets escaping your entrance.

With a low whistle he scooped the droplets of cum escaping out of you with his thumb before plugging it back inside you, making you twitch pitifully at over stimulation.

“Now say thank you”

Looking back at him with bewildered look, you denied his demand.

“Do it or I’ll blow another load inside, you know I still have weeks worth inside me” he said holding at his rapidly hardening cock.

Sniffing you said “Thank...you...”

“That’s my crybaby” Dabi chuckled pinching your nose in between the knuckles of his fore and middle finger.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

Being his girlfriend you were already used to being wrung dry, especially now that the has a larger group of men to control and an increase responsibility to attend to.

It doesn’t hurt though if he could still relax from time to time. That’s where you come in, his dainty little girlfriend ready to be used as his personal outlet in more ways than one.

And when I say personal it means EXCLUSIVELY ONLY HIS. His old rag tag of gang knew that, of course they had to acknowledge it whether they like it or not. With the sound of constant skin slapping whenever the both of you occupy a random empty room, how could the not take a hint.

Although Dabi, enjoys riling up his ego maniac leader once in a while, trying to see how far he can go without the risk of being dusted.

Today of all days Dabu had to prank your lover into believing that you'll leave him for crusty ankles over there. And so it's now your job to sate his jealousy with his love language. Mainly physical contact which evetually leads to sex. So here you are now jumping his dick with every once of energy you had left.

He does have quite the vigor for someone who doesn't do physical activities on daily basis.

"To-tomura my knees hurt already let's switch" you said panting above him, he grunted in annoyance agaisnt his suckling of your breast.

Pushing you off of him he positioned himself behind you one hand carefully grabbung your hips the other on your breast pinching ang pulling it before finally re entering you with a groan.

Now that he think about it you never let him do whatever he wants. It was always 'Tomura don't do this or tomura I don't like that'

Stopping dead with his thrust you whinned needy below him asking what's up with him.

"I want to cum inside"

Alarmed at the sudden proclamation of his you tried looking back at him.

"No! Shigaraki you ca-?!" and with you felt your head shoved back into the bed muffling whatever complaints you had left.

Tomura figured he liked that. Having his way with you, no nagging, no begging, no nothing.

Grinning he started pistoning into you without a care in the world. Squirming around you tried reaching back at him successfully clawing at one of his thighs to signal he's already suffocating you by restraining your head with his palm.

You would have had lost consciousness if it weren't for the fact that he pulled your hair back to his direction grinding his hips at your backside.

Whinning in pain you tried jerking his hands off of your head but he Shigaraki took it as a sign that you want him to do it again. And so with every sharp thrust he'll tug your head further from side to side.

Feeling a migraine coming from his sudden on slaught of head jerking you just wished he'll cum faster. If it weren't for the fact that this asshole wants to shoot his load inside you.

Reaching around you he started to toy your bundle of nerves trying to stimulate your entrance to further constrict his member which proved successful, making you loose strength in your upper limb.

Face planted on the bed sheets, your lover held unto your hips tighter, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute until he stopped completely for a minute or two and then you felt the warm gush entering inside you.

With a groan, hoping to get yourself cleaned up, you tried crawling yourself away from him disgusted by his cum dripping out of his member still lodged inside of you.

That is until he pulled you back again to him re sheathing his flaccid dick inside, successfully pushing back his remaining cum inside you making you shudder in disgust, and horror at what he is trying to imply.

With a grinning face he said the next of his many demands.

"I want to see how much of my load you can handle"

#bnha imagines #mha imagines #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi thirst #dabi headcanons #hawks x reader #hawks thirst #hawks headcanons #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #unholytrinitytrio #beaniewritestrio

[everafterkeiji]

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐓. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

PAIRINGS: Haikyuu boys x fem! reader

GENRE: angst, pining, teasing, spicy level at 1?

A/N: i am hooked, captivated, jealous, and many more emotions🤨 this was honestly a little random but no complaints

⟡𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔's offhanded comments on an essay he didn't participate in was a bloodbath waiting to happen. Though you understood that he was in a tight schedule regarding practice and matches was a tough schedule to keep up with, the expression on his face when he sees the score ignites the rage that was kept tight when you stayed up just to pinch in to replace their mistakes and their unwillingness to cooperate that had you pulled out of calmness.

"Wipe that shit expression off of you, Miya. Maybe if you were there we could've done better but no." You huffed, while there's a chuckle from the blonde as he takes the paper from your hands, a punch to your efforts, while he waves it around before towering over you with eyes glancing to your lips before it goes straight to your eyes before he spoke,

"If you wanted the best, then I'm all yours to take."

⟡𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 would go overboard majority of their practice so at those moments—you never know what to do seeing that you weren't on good terms anyway. He'd be too focused and frustrated to be communicated with while Hinata's drive to progress himself always mixes with the setters competitiveness then it leads to late practices making you stay until they finally leave.

"You two— c'mon I have to lock up. Get going already." Hinata smiles at you softly sharing his intents to stay a little longer while you shook your head. He gave out a defeated sigh while you walked to the storage room to make sure everything was placed to where it was but when you expected silence, it never came. The sound of heavy impacting echoes through the gym while you rolled your eyes to walk out and see the setter all alone.

"Kageyama, go home." You were down to the remaining ounce of energy you had left. You could only roll your eyes as you held the ball he was meant to hold as he blinks at you.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Let's go home already." He turns the other way around whispering, "Just one more." making you hold onto his wrist as he turns to you surprised but held a glare in secret. "Stop being so stubborn." Kageyama scoffs before holding onto your hand on his wrist, a slight tug while you leaned forward because of his actions.

"And stop trying to make me go home with you." You pushed him slightly with raised eyebrows, a fluster in your cheeks as you tried to pull away.

"Idiot- that's not what I mean!" You argued while his hand remained on yours as you both stared each other down. "It's not like I meant it that way either." Tobio said before letting go of your arm, walking away with his own heated cheeks while grabbing his bag and ending the day with one more glance to you.

"I'm going now, if you're going to come with me—then I'll see which of the choices you did mean."

⟡ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 doesn't like the way your personality mirrored his twin. A duplicate of another duplicate. He saw how well you and the blonde had bonded and brought a migraine to his head, realizing that the annoyance he gets from his twin has doubled when it came to you but he does deny that there's an ounce of envy seeing that you were never that close to him and always favored Atsumu.

And now that you were in their residence, the laughter from you and the setter ticks him off as if he was a thirdwheeler in every situation—god, even in their house.

"Oi, do you mind? I think my controller is in Samu's room can you get it for me?" Atsumu asks while you shrugged before knocking over to Osamu's door. You figured that he didn't like you as much and you kept your distance but at times, you can definitely feel that the distance that had grown to a state that even you were confused in how it got that far.

You casually enter in, glancing at Osamu who was only busy on his phone but shares a stare to you when you wander around.

"What're ye looking for?" He asks, while you responded saying it was the controller. He stands up with a groan, noticing how messy the other side of the room was as you began to pick up a few shirts while Osamu cocks an eyebrow.

"Ain't no touching that, I'll clean it myself." He suggests but you continued nonetheless thinking that this may reduce whatever tension was there. Right at the moment where you reached for the jersey at the stairs of their bunk bed, Osamu had grabbed your wrist making you wide eyed before looking at him.

"I said I can do it." He says in which you followed with, "I just wanted to help you and Tsumu." He rolls his eyes but the proximity of you two is alarming especially when his hand was still wrapped around yours.

"Atsumu this, Atsumu that—can't you worry about me?" He jokes at first but there's warmth to your cheeks alike to his own, but he leans forward, a smirk to his lips. "Only you?" You asked before he spoke again,

"Only me and no one else, doll."

⟡𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀's bad start during mornings never get along with your rants along with Iwaizumi to help maintain the health of MSBY. Whenever Iwaizumi would be off to observe a different team, you'd be the subsitute. All of the things he's said to them—you'll be there to remind them all over again. In which repetitiveness irks him knowing they've been told before.

"We've been through the same routine. Today's not any special." Kiyoomi suggests, though you get how irritating it can be to act like a broken record—you knew Iwaizumi would do the same thing you were doing.

"And if we go through it like every other day, then we'll finish fast." You argued as Atsumu sends you a chuckle before leaning on his teammate.

"Not with all that yapping." Sakusa whispers making you scoff while Hinata and Bokuto share a worried glance.

"You've got something to say to me, Kiyoomi?" You asked, edging him on because you weren't entirely at fault. You were strictly just following Iwaizumi's orders.

The MSBY player then takes a few steps forward before lowering his mask and with a threat of a stare to look down on you.

"Why don't we stop talking and I'll show you a better routine?"

Atsumu rolls his eyes but rather entertained at the vanter unfolding in front of the entire team.

"Like you'll ever find a way to shut me up." You bragged but there's a chuckle from him before he leans forward—a close vicinity where his lips linger on your ears as a cold voice welcomes you.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me then."

⟡𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 is the person that throws distanced glares when it came to you. Ever since the aggravating Atsumu teased you two as a perfect couple that he quickly declined followed by an unnecessary sentence saying you were impossible to date. You understood that you were never friends to even label it but since you were with the twins, you and Rintaro never hit it off the way you did with the Miyas'.

So even as you sat a few seats away from at the local bus, it irks you that this banter goes on even outside school. Looking away, there's a hand to your waist making you glare instantly at the man beside you while he only gives an appalling glance to your attire that made your blood boil as you struggled to move away from him.

"Get the fuck off me." You ordered him but he acts nonchalant. The moment you were about to raise a hand to show some defense, another hand travels to your waist while the previous hand around you was removed.

Gasping you turned to Suna who radiated a heated energy while the man scoffs knowing it was a facade to act like you were together.

"Hey now—if you don't believe she's my girl, then why don't you watch?" Rintaro threats as his lips lingered around your neck while you stood frozen. The destructive and taunting stare he gave to the man caused the bastard to move away not long before Suna had the chance to push him to the other side, cocking a smirk while he pulls you to his body.

"Thank you." You said, while he only shrugs in response, still cautious of the jealousy that lingers the mans eye.

"Seems like you'll be mine for the rest of the night."

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[downywrites]

Purpled is interrogated about his linkage to the alien things that have been randomly appearing everywhere. Unfortunately for him, he genuinely has no clue. Aka, just an excuse for lee Purpled. Literally.

Ayo, mates! My requests are still open, if anyone wants anything written!

The whole alien theme was getting out of hand, in Philza’s opinion. The bird man couldn’t find a single place that hadn’t been affected by either the egg or the suspicious alien structures that kept popping up everywhere. They were pretty, but they were a nuisance otherwise. Tommy had been recently complaining of them appearing in front of his house, blocking his way out directly. Tubbo and Ranboo had complaints of the same caliber, having to blow the structure up with a few well-placed pieces of dynamite in order for them to get to their respective places of work on time. Techno had also spoken of random failed ship specimens slamming into him before, although the veracity of that claim is still hotly debated at the dinner table. Nonetheless, it was a problem. A very large, relatively irritating problem. And he knew one of the most likely causes was walking around the area at this very moment.

He scanned the area, sharp eyes undulled by the years scouring the grasslands. A small speck of purple made him grin. There he was.. Purpled. The alien hybrid was known to be a wanderer of his species, getting stranded on the SMP after his UFO failed to take flight again. Then, almost mysteriously, it disappeared. (As in, it blew up, and everyone tried to ignore the shrapnel that landed surreptitiously on their houses.) He had taken to wandering around, fiddling with the extra structures lying about with a look of indifference and a slight flicker of confusion, which added onto the SBI’s belief that he knew what they were, at the very least. Thankfully for the eagle hybrid, the alien usually didn’t pay attention to his surroundings when not in the field of battle. The key word there was usually, though. If he didn’t time his ‘attack’ correctly, he might get a wingtip chopped off by his quick-access dagger. Kneeling low to the ground, he slowly moved closer to the younger of the two. The other didn’t seem to notice, lounging about underneath the shade of a specifically tall tree. A bee landed on his face as he did, but he seemed to not notice, too absorbed in his thoughts. Perfect. The grass gently whacked his face as he slunk closer. Closer….a little more….

Purpled shrieked at the sudden sensation of being tackled to the floor, hand automatically reaching for his knife holster. His eyes shot open to stare straight into bolt blue. “What the fuck?!?” “Sorry mate, I thought you’d run away from me if I walked up to you normally.” He spluttered, mind quickly processing the absurdity of that statement. “So you tackled me instead?” Philza grinned from above him. “I mean, sounds about right.�� Purpled narrowed his eyes at him. Wariness was a part of his genes, and he sure as hell didn’t think now would be a good time to let down his guard. “We’ve been wondering what the alien sculptures were. Y’know, the ones that keep miraculously appearing in the mornings. Half-startled the shit out of some of my pals.”

“Uh huh.” The alien deadpanned at the other, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “And this is the reasoning behind tackling me because…?” “I thought you’d know. It does look like you’re familiar with the markings and stuff on the sides of it. Is this true?”: The avian tightened his grip ever so slightly, in the hopes that he would take the hint and answer the question in a straightforward manner. “...Well, I don’t believe I can help you with that. I am not of that species of alien.”

It was Philza’s turn to deadpan at him. He cocked a corn-silk colored eyebrow at him, all playfulness forgotten in the staredown that he and Purpled were currently engaging in. “No, really. What’s going on, mate?”

“First of all, I’m not your mate, and second of all, I still don’t know. What, do you think I can magically glean things from markings?” Philza scoffed slightly. “Doesn’t your species do that? You know, your clothing and your fancy underskin lights?”

“Well,” Purpled answered, matter of fact tone slowly driving the hardcore warrior up the wall, “Our underskin lights and clothes don’t always match up, either. Do humans not have accents or...what was it?...dialects. Yes, that’s the word.”

Philza retorted, “I thought you were a child of your species. How the hell did you even get here, anyways? Do you think your family’s out looking for you? Is that why you don’t know anything outside of your species?” His words struck home.

A small spark of anger lit up in the backs of the alien hybrid’s eyes, pushing at Philza with a strength the other didn’t know he possessed. When he spoke again, his voice was brittle like ice frosting over wood. “My family didn’t want a mutant like me.” The avian felt a pang of empathy for him, loosening his hold a little. His eyes softened, a look of pity slowly growing on his face. The alien didn’t seem to like that very much. In a blur of purple and moss green cloak, Phil found himself smothered by his own garments, his prey’s footsteps leaving him behind. He shoved it off himself, trotting in the same direction to catch up. “Hey! Get back here!”  The sound of his footsteps on the pavement echoed slightly, catching his attention. With a powerful beat of his wings, he boosted himself onto the street, sandals making a screeching noise as they made contact with the cobble. A small shape in his line of sight made him ready himself for another boost, wing muscles rippling and wind blowing his family braid around.

Purpled thought he was safe. He had done everything to plan. It was all within his calculations. That was, until the sound of wing beats caught his attention. ‘Can he fly still? I thought his wing was damaged? Oh shit!’ He pushed  himself a little more, panting from exertion. He was tempted to use his own to get away, but he shoved the idea back down to the pit of hell it came from. ‘Oh, fuck no. Not dealing with that trauma chapter today.’ He swiveled his antennae around, straining to hear wingbeats… or any noise, for that matter. Confused, he slowed down to a jog, scanning the area for his pursuer. “Where..?” Suddenly, the world careened sideways. He found himself in a very familiar situation. “Uhhh...hi?” “Hello, mate. And sorry, mate.” The hardcore warrior unbottled a potion quickly, the grey potion swishing around as he did so. WIth a flick of his wrist, he poured it over the boy below him. The cold tingle of the potion made him yelp and buck under him. “No! What are you doing?!?”

As the potion’s effects began to make itself known, Purpled’s mind began to fog up, drowsiness slowly suffusing through his body. “If you won’t tell me straight up, I’ll have to enlist some help in finding out.” The alien wanted to retort, but the words stuck in his throat. Against his volition, his eyes began to flutter shut, his focus shifting from trying to push him off to just keeping himself awake. Philza decided to be a little daring. Before he lost his nerve, he pushed his hands through the boy’s platinum-blonde hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

If he had any last fight in him, it dissipated. With a small whine, the boy’s eyes shut fully and did not open again, his chest rising and falling with his slow breathing. “There we go. And now, I just need to recruit my boys to help me get to the bottom of this mystery. No more of those stupid scupltures, not if I can help it.”  

“Seriously, are we just going to wait until he wakes up?”

“How else would we get him to wake up? Prime, Techno. Who do you think we are, brutes?”

Through the thinnest slit of sight he could, Purpled glanced at the menagerie of people nervously, hoping fervently that his antennae haven’t given away his consciousness. With the slightest movements of his limbs,he tested the bonds tying him down to the table. He was slightly grateful for the position, seeing that it had kept him from being in the direct line of sight of the duo next to him. The partially spread-eagle position still kept him in a state of unease, instincts screaming into his ears to struggle, to escape. The two people arguing sounded familiar. ‘Wilbur and Techno, maybe?’ It sounded similar, although he was pretty sure he was used to hearing the softer tones of the former’s voice from Ghostbur.

The only sight he had was the inside of the kitchen, the whole place brimming with chaos and entropy and… life. The fruit and food in the pantry was messy, certainly the product of the other people in the house. A twinge of longing snagged in his throat, stopping his smooth breathing pattern for a split second. He prayed that none of them noticed. It didn’t seem as if they did, continuing their banter and arguing over how they were to wake him. A heavy body got up from a chair, the furniture making an ugly shriek as it rubbed over the wood. Equally heavy footsteps moved into the kitchen, appearing in the boy’s view. The visage of the piglin made him sigh inwardly.

‘Yep, I think that’s Techno. And if Philza, Techno, and Wilbur are around together, that means the whole Sleepy Bois Inc. is here.’ An afterthought gave him pause. ‘And Tommy. I really hope Tommy’s not here right now. That would be embarrassing.’ Another pair of footsteps made him force his antennae from moving towards the sound mentally. ‘Shit, this is going to be a challenge. Curse my stupid biology! Why couldn’t I have had a better pair of sensory equipment?’

Philza came into his view, sending a slight chill down his spine. Was it fear? Was it adrenaline? He didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made his heart beat louder and louder, blocking out any ambient sound in the room. “Is he awake yet, lads?” A small frustrated huff escaped the only other person in his view. “Not that I know of. He’s out cold. How much of the sleep potion did you give him?” The avian had the audacity to scratch his head and look away sheepishly. “..the whole pot.”

At the startle and the turn of the head that the winged warrior got, it was evident that it wasn’t supposed to be used like that. “Heh? A whole potion?!?” Techno morphed into a significantly sleeker body, arms stretching out to grab at both of his shoulders. He shook the other slightly, eyes still wide with astonishment. “Why did you use a full potion on a child? Phil?!?” Wilbur piped up from behind him. “Shh, Techno. If you wake him up now, I don’t think we can discuss the plan of interrogation.” ‘Interrogation? Are they going to hurt me?!?’ A slight burst of panic flooded through his veins, forcing him to focus on tamping down his reactions in favor of listening to the others around him without clueing them into his awakeness. ‘Uh huh. The plan. As if we didn’t already discuss this twice before.” Techno made gestures he couldn’t quite understand. “We make sure we don’t hurt him, we get the info, so on and so forth.” Even his gestures were sarcastic. Purpled liked him already.

“Let’s just get on with it. Just wake him up already.” A smile played on Phil’s face. “Mate, I don’t think we need to wake him up…” He trailed off, tone smug and knowing. His antennae, the fucking traitors, curled up a little subconsciously as the man made side eye contact with him. The avian all but crowed. “I knew it. How long have you been awake, Purp?” The jig was up. He opened his eyes completely, wincing a little at the sudden burst of light coming from the skylight above him.

A gasp escaped Wilbur- at least, he thinks it was from Wilbur. It’s kind of hard to see who is who when you’re focused on one person and one person alone. “Don’t call me that.” His voice sounded unused, as if he had forgotten to drink water before he went to bed. Phil didn’t say anything in reply to that, simply grinning wider. “So, the three of us decided that we wanted to get info from you in a way that didn’t hurt you. It’s not something I’d like to have on my consciousness, the harming of an innocent person on the sidelines of something. Besides, it’s not that important.” Purpled’s muscles relaxed a little, reminding him of how tense he was at the moment. “But. I still need info, and it seems that ribbing you again and again won’t be effective for your caliber of stubbornness.” He had to bite back a retort to that, trying not to ignite the ire of the most merciful person in the room.

“I decided on something that I can guarantee has never been used on you as a convincing technique.” The avian moved closer to him, purple eyes following his every movement. WIth a slow, deliberate movement that he must have learn from ages of working with his hand-eye coordination, he placed his hands on his stomach, resting his arms there. Purpled tilted his head, puzzled. “How is this going to make me tell you anyth-”

He choked on his words at the sudden sensation of Phil’s talons scraping on his stomach. He froze in place, willing himself to not flinch or show any sign of weakness in front of the older. Wilbur and Techno stayed back, watching Philza’s movements with a focus that was almost unnerving to the teen. “What does this feel like? You stopped talking, are you okay?”

The avian definitely knew what he was doing, testing out different spots on his stomach with the accuracy of a well-learned tickler. Purpled trembled lightly in his bonds, still trying his best to not show his reactions. It was a challenge, especially so because of the bondage tugging at his limbs with every slight shift in his positioning. The feeling of being helpless was equally as maddening as the careful touch on his tummy. Even through the fabric, he knew that he wouldn’t last long with the way he was tickling him.

Just when the boy thought that he had gotten used to the sensations, the warrior shifted to his sides, nails barely scratching through his hoodies. “Snrk!” ‘Shit.’ “Oh? That was something! Purpled, you can make this stop if you tell us about those structures landing everywhere. Come on, little guy!” His antennae twitched slightly at his words. He shook his head, eyes determined and sharp. “N-no.” A sarcastic voice sounded out behind Philza. “Ooh, baby’s first words.” Purple bristled at the comment. “Why, you-”

With his mouth open, it was impossible to hide the squeak that escaped him as the light scratching turned into kneading. “H-hey!” Techno snorted. “Hook, line, and sinker. He is ticklish, Phil. Just need to find the ‘on’ switch.” Purpled really, really didn’t want him to find any of his sweet spots. He squirmed away from the winged man, trying to evade his clutches now that he was aware of the effectiveness of his interrogation methods.

“Stohop!”

“Oh, no you don’t. No escaping, Purp!”

He squeezed both of the alien hybrid’s sides, kneading a little more into the softer spots. The younger couldn’t hold his laughter back anymore. “Nohoho! Thihihis ihihihis uhuhunfahahair!” His legs and arms strained against the bonds, body bucking and thrashing in a vain attempt to escape the sensation arcing through his body.

“What’s unfair? All you need to do is to give us the info!” Phil’s eyes trailed up to his antennae. “Aww, your little feelers are getting all trembly! That’s so cute!” At the mention of his appendages, he turned his head to the side bashfully, a small bit of flush coming to color his face. “Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!”

“Is that flustering for you?” The eagle cooed a little, before an idea came to mind. “Hey, just a question for you...are your feelers sensitive?” Purpled’s eyes widened. “Noho!” The response was way too quick for his answer to be true. A cheshire grin slowly grew on his face, coinciding with the sinking/fluttering feeling pooling in his stomach. “Oho, is it your sweet spot?” His hands trailed teasingly from his sides up to his antennae, fingers barely grazing the bases of them. Just the lightest touch on them made him squirm and giggle. “Nohohonohoho! Nohohot thehere, p-plehease!”

“Oh? And why not, then?” Wilbur chipped in, chair making a squeaking noise as he stood up. “I think I’ll give you a helping hand, Phil.” A small, quiet “about time” escaped the avian’s mouth. Purpled wanted to speak on that, but the sensation of the light touch moving at such a sensitive spot made him bite his lip in a final resistance to the tingling sensation lingering there. He silenced himself, trying to stifle his giggles as well as he could. “What if I do this, Purp?”

The fingers scratched at either side of one of his antennae’s bases. He squealed, hiccupy laughter escaping him against his will. “EEE! Ihihihi! Nohohoho! Plehehease!” The alien hybrid shook his head, laughter squeaking a little when the movement accidentally scraped Phil’s nails against his skin. The fingers followed his movements, not giving him a moment to rest. Thankfully for him, the man ‘interrogating’ him seemed to understand how ticklish his feelers were, not doing much to speed up the tickling and absolutely destroy him. He was grateful for the moment of relatively gentle tickling, struggling slowly getting less and less and protests beginning to die more and more often before they escaped his mouth.

Subconsciously, his antennae curled closer to the avian’s fingers, as if they were trying to mutually stroke him back. The warrior glanced at Techno, then back at the feelers. ‘Is that some sort of sign that he likes it or something? Damn it, I should have tried to read up more about extraterrestrial body language.’ A sudden buck stopped him from wallowing in his thoughts. “AHA?!?”

“I knew your hips are a good spot!” He turned to look at his son, eyes snapping back to full focus. A beat of laughter from the younger below them passed. “Wilbur. Why did it take so long for you to get from the chair to here?” The musician shrugged. “Took my time, I guess.” Wilbur continued to rub slow circles into the squirming boy’s hipbones, a small smile playing on his face at the reactions he was getting from him. “Stohohop! Ihihihi-Ihihi cahahan’t!”

Purpled’s flustered facial expression and wide smile showed just how effective WIlbur and Phil’s tickling techniques were. The latter chuckled. “Guess the big strong bedwars player can’t handle a little tickling~” He spidered his fingers over his scalp teasingly, just barely grazing the feelers he was scratching earlier. The appendages twitched at the sensation, a small squeal escaping the owner through his already high-pitched laughter.  “NohohoHO tehehehe-AH!” His words were swallowed up by his own giggles.

Wilbur grinned triumphantly, kneading his hand into one hip while gently fluttering his fingers over the other. Purpled’s sweatpants blocked some of the sensations, but it wasn’t enough to keep the sparking feeling from coursing throughout his body like an adrenaline shot. He threw back his head, this time avoiding contact with the bird man’s hand. “You ready to tell us, mate?” The duo slowed down a little, giving him a chance to speak. Purpled gasped for air, a smile still plastered on his face. He panted, eyes glazed over a little from the exertion. “You...you guys suhuhuhuck…” His hands balled into fists, resolve (and lee mood) taking over for him. “Ihihihi’m nohohot gohohonna.” Wilbur scowled at him a little.

“Seriously? You have some stamina for a gangly kiddo.” “I’m not gangly!” “Says you. You’re so short.” He growled at the musician a little. Suddenly, a hand laced itself into his hair, making him flinch in surprise. “W-wha-?” “Shhh, Purp. Let me pet you for a bit. How does this feel?”

The fingers slowly raked down his scalp, careful not to nick the then skin. The feeling was heavenly. There was no denying it. Eyes fluttering shut, he pushed his head into his hand. His feelers twitched happily after each round of stroking, making Wilbur stifle a coo at the adorable sight. Techno put down his book, sighing. “Do you really need me to help-” A finger at his mouth stopped him from speaking.

“Shh, let Phil work his magic. Maybe he’ll be willing to give us the info then.” Wilbur whispered, his glasses slipping down on his nose and giving him a disheveled look. A single hoof-hand pushed it up for him. Soft silence surrounded the group for a bit, all for the low, rumbling purr that was emanating from Phil. Wait, from Phil? The two of them snapped to look at their father, a flash of surprise overtaking them both for a moment. Purpled was….purring? Almost reluctantly, the hardcore warrior untangled his hand from his hair, a whine and a stuttering purr following him a little with his head. “Hmm…”

“More headpats after you tell us.”

“Mmmmnooo….”

Purpled opened his eyes slowly, almost boneless in his relaxed state. Philza gently spidered his fingers over the alien hybrid’s neck, smiling slightly at the sleepy giggles it produced. “Aww, come on. You sure you don’t want to tell us, little guy?” Through his giggles, the alien shook his head no, a louder bout of laughter escaping him when the warrior’s hands trailed down to his collarbones.

“Ehehehehe!”

“Kitchy kitchy coo~”

He squealed quietly at the tease, his face blossoming with color again. Wilbur decided to join in again. He carefully traced shapes on the boy’s thighs, enjoying the hybrid’s laughter. “Man, your laugh is so cute! So, Purplee, you going to tell us yet? Or are you having too much fun?” Purpled squirmed in his bonds, sleepily nodding along to what he was saying. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You are?” A mumble underneath his breath. “Phil , what did he say?” The winged man chuckled. “He just said he didn’t know, he just wanted to fuck with us.” Techno snort-huffed. “Of course he did. We are so getting him back for that.” “Why not now?” Blood red eyes shifted to the floor, then back to the bound alien hybrid.

“Because. Look at him. Do you really want to snap him out of this?” Coffee-colored eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. “Is the great Technoblade being soft for a lil guy?” Techno cleared his throat, shaking his head and making his ears flop. “No. Wilbur, no.” The musician walked closer to him, looking up to stare directly into his eyes. “Is the great Blood God getting whipped over a bedwars player?” A low growl cut  through the air. “Wilbur, if you don’t stop now-”

Another round of purring stopped him mid-sentence. “That’s it, Purp. You did great.” Phil glanced at the duo who had done virtually nothing to help him, a small glare hinted in the back of his eyes. ‘You will pay for this.’ Wilbur took a step back. Techno did the same, tail whipping at the floor in anticipation. The hardcore player treaded his hands deep into his silky hair, coaxing him back into a resting state. “Did you like this? I hope you did.” Sleepy eyes opened just barely, eyes twinkling with adoration. “....yea...will y’ do ‘t again?”

A breath that he didn’t know he was holding escaped with a happy trill and lilt. “Of course, mate. Sleep well.” For the second time that day, Philza gently coaxed the boy into slumber. A sleepy smile plastered on his face, Purpled’s chest rose and fell rhythmically once more, calm and deep like the lapping of a purple-platinum ocean. “Now, as for the fact that you two didn’t help me at all with that…” He stepped closer to his sons, wings spreading outwards like a rippling wave of pitch. Nervous giggles escaped Wilbur and Techno.

“Nonono! Phil, pleasE-”

Purpled didn’t wake until the morning rays shone down on his face, the scent of pancakes and the smell of home wafting into his nose. And, no, he didn’t inquire at all about why Techno and Wilbur refused to look the eldest in the house in the eyes.

It felt good to be with them.

He hoped it would always last.

#my writing #downywrites #downy writes #tickle fic #sfw tickle #my fic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!purpled #ler!wilbur #ler!philza

[laketaj24]

Single in Staten Island: Tattoos & Kisses

Author’s Note: This is a three-part series I am going to do on Pete!! I am going to use the prompts I got in the second part! I talked with a friend about him—he does truly deserve a good girl or someone who won’t fuck him over. Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow, no lie.

Warnings: None, just language.- Smut in the following parts.

Pairings:Pete Davidson x Reader

Masterlist

“What’s your order?” The chipper attitude they were supposed to have had left the day you turned in your two-week notice. This coffee shop had been the bain of your assistance. Fuck this place. Fuck these people and fuck their fancy, overdone ass orders. You leaned on the counter, giving the man in front of you a stern look.

He looked around. Clearly, you didn’t have an attitude with him. He’d just walked in the fucking place. “Uhm—,” his eyes found the menu, but there was an aloofness in him that triggered you.

“You’ve been in line ten minutes, and you don’t know what you want?”

“Yep.” He nodded and shot a smile. “Ten whole minutes. Still a fuck up.” His finger tapped on the counter, and he looked up at the menu. Nothing here looked worth seven dollars, especially not a coffee. “What’s good here?”

“Look, I don’t know. ”You sighed. “I’m about to go lunch, and you’re the last order.” You flourished the lack of customers behind him.

“You from around here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Your attitude is pretty fucked up; I figured you lived up the block.” He took a pregnant pause and chuckled. “An Everything Bagel, jalapeño cream cheese, and a grande black coffee.”

“What’s the name?”

“Pete.”

“Spell that.”

“You can’t spell Pete?”

“You from around here?” You quipped.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I figured your name is probably spelled all fucked up and shit.”

He laughed, which was not what you expected; you just knew this was the gasoline added to a shitty fire. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Kinda weird.” He shrugged. “You wanna go somewhere better than this on your lunch break?”

“Unless you have a gram and a beer, no.”

“I have a gram and some black coffee if the barista doesnt quit before she puts my order in.”

You snickered. “That’ll do. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere but fucking Staten Island.”

 The ferry. It hadn’t been in the plans, but you were happy you said yes to the lean stranger. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette in one hand a flask in the other. It wasn’t precisely beer, but you had no complaints. “You want a sip?”

“Sure,” You took the flask without hesitation and chugged down three gulps before passing it back to him. It was gin, dry grade A gin. “That’s the kind of shit you bring on a ferry?”

“I thought I grabbed my tequila, but I must’ve drunk it all.”

“Drunk at 2pm on a Tuesday?”

“I’m not drunk; I’m enjoying a drink. Judge much?”

You shrugged and turned, resting your back on the railing beside him, feeling the cool breeze run through your hair. “So why did you invite me out here?’

“You looked like you needed saving, and I’ve been there. Shitty job with shitty people.” He flicked his cigarette ashes into the water below him. “Plus, you cussed me out on the job, which means your kinda badass.”

“I like to think I am.” You admit and nod your head. “You ever get tired of doing the same old shit?”

“yep, that’s why I get tatted.”

Then you noticed the tattoos spackled across his body in random places, and they were once more in a random fashion. Yet, you liked them; they matched him, odd and somehow insanely attractive. “Pete, I want a tattoo. Take me to your guy.”

“What do you mean to take me to my guy? Does it look like I have a guy?” Pete laughs. “I’m like a god damn coloring book; let’s find the first shop and just do it. I pick yours… you pick mine. Stranger tats.”

“Why not?”

“Your boyfriend won’t appear and try to beat my ass?”

“Unless you’re imaginary, too, I think you’re good.”

‘Fucking Brickhouse like you, single in Staten Island?”

“Single in Staten island is not a rarity.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. It’s the only way to be.” He said with a bit of sarcasm.

 The conversation was random the entire ferry trip; you made wisecracks and rebutted, flirting with you but keeping his distance. “Tell me three weird facts about yourself.” You twiddled with your fingers and looked up to meet his brown eyes. “I’m sure you have more than three, but spare me the rest.”

“I like to be alone.” Pete looked back. “But I love a good party, but when I go, I hang out alone and watch people. People are interesting as fuck.”

“I find them to be boring.”

“That’s because you’re not looking for the right things.” He pointed to the woman about fifty feet away from the two of you. The older lady sat tired, sunglasses covered her face while the gray hair blew wild in the wind. “See Gladys there; she’s about to go home to a man she’s been with for thirty-five years. The best dick she ever had.”

Your face radiated with heat as you suppressed a chuckle. “Has to be to stay with it thirty-five years.”

“You haven’t had someone dick you down that makes you want to stay thirty-five years?”

“Not even make me want to stay a week,” You answered.

“That’s fucked up.” Pete smiled.

“That’s life, Pete. Unfortunately, people don’t always get good dick like Gladys.”

“Yeah, lucky bitch.” His phone rang, and he shifted, digging in his light denim jeans to retrieve his iPhone and answer the call. “It’s Pete.”

You turned, giving him some privacy and taking it all in. You didn’t plan to return to work, fuck that place and everything it entailed. You started a new job in three days; you’d take these three days to not give a fuck. That feeling started today; it started with your new friend Pete and this tattoo. The call ended after a few minutes; he didn’t talk about much, just a conversation with a friend and plans he had for a party later tonight.

“The shop is about five blocks from where we get off. Have you decided what I’m getting?”

“I want to see the designs first; I want it to be memorable.”

“Make it your number.”

“Is that your coded way in asking for it?”

“Not coded, I swear.” Pete leaned closer to you. “I kinda think if we are gonna get stranger tattoos, we should have each other’s number.’

“We won’t be strangers then.”

“Call them something else then.”

“I’ll let you know if you can have this number later… I haven't got an invite to this party yet.”

“You're totally invited.” Pete tossed his hands up. “Give me three digits.”

“847.” You snickered.

“Good, I guess I can work for the next seven.”

 The shop was grimy, with dark walls and low lights. The smell of weed and liquor hit your nose, and you felt at home for some reason. Your legs ached; the walking didn’t bother you usually but pairing it with walking didn’t do much good for you. You sat in the chair across from Pete. “Don’t make this a dumb tattoo.”

“You’re talking to the king of dumb shit.” He pointed to the small elephant; it wasn’t dumb, though. It had a feminine line design, and it was petite, adorable even. “I’m sparing you today. You’re getting this,” He smiled. “An elephant, not dumbo but a distant hot cousin.”

“I like it.”

“Good.” His smile was sincere. “I hoped you would. When is she up?” He asked the artist.

“I can get her now.” He answered as he started to sketch the elephant onto the transfer paper. “Hop up, sweet cheeks, and it’ll be about ten minutes.”

Pete extended his hand like a gentleman and led you to the red leather chair. ‘Ever had one before?”

“I have three.” You admitted.

“I see none.” He looked you over quizzically. “Not a one.”

“They are hidden….” You answered, choosing not to tell him they were down your chest and down your thigh.

“Secret tattoos. I like it. I can dig it.”

“Sure. Where is this party tonight?” You asked.

“Back in Staten Island.”

‘Can I trust you, Pete?”

“I hope so; I feel trustworthy?”

“You answered that like you didn't know the answer.” You shifted in the seat and pulled your shirt over your head. You revealed the tattoo of the moon phases going down your chest. “Just because you can't see something does not mean it isn’t there.”

“They're fucking awesome, like the person they are on.”

“You only think I’m awesome because you don’t know me.”

“I know enough.”

It was not like you to kiss a stranger because instead, you wanted to admit it or not, Pete was a stranger to you; you didn’t care. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, and he responded immediately, kissing you back eagerly. His lips were soft, full, and applying just the perfect amount of pressure to yours.

“You two want to fuck or get this tattoo.”

You exhaled, pulling away from him. “Can we do both?”

To be Continued.

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Motel Living

this idea would not leave me alone, despite me having like three other fics barely done. it is very random. i dont even know what to say lol.

2554 words

enjoy!

Today was officially the one month anniversary of Aelin moving into a three-star motel. She did not think she'd be here for long, a couple of weeks at most, but here she was a month later, and on a Friday night no less. She should have been out with her friends, but she opted to stay inside.

She had to tell herself that she shouldn't complain. That there were people that were worse off than her. Living in a motel was fine.

But it still didn't change the fact that Aelin wished she wasn't living in a motel room. Especially one that was popular with long haul truckers whose snores sounded like chain saws and blenders on the highest level. That right now, down in the restaurant/pub that was only six doors down, an important football game was playing and the patrons inside were cheering wildly.

Aelin missed the house that she had been renting the last three years. Last year she had decided to start saving so that she could purchase the house itself, since it was still on the market since the day she moved in. It was hard, but Aelin was a determined woman and she set her sights on purchasing the house—she felt like she practically owned it anyway—up until the day she received a call from the real estate agency telling her that the house had been purchased and she had to move out.

Aelin disliked crying, but the waterworks started the minute she hung up. She really did love that house. Had created a small vegetable and herb garden to make it feel more homely. Made it hers in the three years she had occupied it.

There was a tiny silver-lining, however, since the new owners were coming from the other side of the continent, she had plenty of time to pack and move out.

But that silver-lining quickly disappeared once she started her search for a new home in-between packing and work. Every apartment, every house, every unit she looked out at was taken by the time she handed in her application. Every inspection starting to become fruitless when she knew that she wouldn't be the one to live in it.

Aelin hadn't realised that the market had become so cut-throat. She knew she was the perfect applicant because in all her years renting she never missed a single day, never received a complaint. Even when the landlord dragged his ass to fix something, Aelin kept her temper in its leash and did not throttle him the way she wanted too.

And as her luck ran out and Aelin had started to truly worry about where she was going to live because while she had multiple people in her life, she quickly realised that she couldn't ask any of them if she could move in for multiple reasons:

Aedion and Lysandra were recently married, and Aelin hadn't wanted to burst their newlywed bubble.

Chaol and Yrene were brand new parents, their baby girl born the day Aelin moved out, and she knew the last thing they wanted was someone else in the way.

Nehemia was in the same position as her, but her parents had invited her back home while Nehemia looked for somewhere else. Aelin's parents were dead, and her childhood home had been destroyed in a wildfire a five years ago, and Aelin had used the insurance money to pay off her debts. She cursed herself now for doing that, but Aelin hated being in debt and she did what she had too.

Fenrys lived in a one bedroom unit and had the worlds most uncomfortable couch, so he was out. And while Fenrys was one of her best friends, she didn't really talk with Connall, his twin. Nor did she often talk with Vaughn.

Dorian and Manon were travelling all over Erilea and Dorian's younger brother Hollin was house-sitting. Aelin couldn't stand Hollin for more than a few minutes at a time and she would rather live in the motel for a year than live in with him.

And then there was Rowan. He had been a close friend for years, until five months ago they decided that they had liked each other too much to keep being friends and officially started dating (at Lysandra and Aedion's wedding, of all places). If they had been together for longer, she would have asked him—but she didn't want to rush anything, because Aelin could so clearly see a future with him and she didn't want to hurt that future by moving in far too early in their relationship.

So that left Elide, her lifelong friend that was more like a sister. Elide was purely on the bottom of the list since she knew her friend cherished living alone after living in a shit-hole with her even shittier uncle—but Aelin knew Elide and if Aelin needed a place to stay, then Elide's door would be wide open. The two had gone to lunch and Aelin had been just moments away from telling Elide everything and asking for a world changing favour.

Until Elide had excitedly announced that Lorcan was going to move in.

And Aelin's plan had deflated. Again, Aelin knew that if Elide was aware of how desperate she was, Elide would invite Aelin to stay, but since Lorcan and Aelin didn't particularly get along, Aelin kept her mouth shut and congratulated her friend for the new milestone in their relationship.

So, all her options completely exhausted, Aelin looked for vacant motels, found that this was the best out of all the options and became a long-standing tenant.

Aelin had managed to keep everyone away from her new apartment by claiming that it wasn't ready for visitors. Most knew that Aelin was house-proud, a trait that she had inherited from her late mother, so they knew that when Aelin was ready, she would invite them.

It was getting hard, however, to keep Rowan away. Each date night and hang out ended up at his apartment and Rowan was becoming curious as to how her new place was looking.

Rowan wasn't judgemental, and he wouldn't look down at her for living in a motel room, but Aelin was the problem; she was too proud to show him her new place. Even when she was at her lunch with Elide, she had to beat down her pride at just the mere thought of asking Elide if she could move in.

Tonight, however, Aelin knew in her bones that Rowan would ask to come over. He had a completely shitty day at work—one that ended up in the hospital because for the first time in his career as a carpenter, Rowan had somehow gotten his hand in the way of his nail gun and shot right through the middle of his palm and was off work until it healed, which Rowan hated the most out of the whole ordeal, since Rowan was the type of person that always had to be doing something.

So when his face finally popped up on her phone screen, Aelin muffled a groan into her pillow (because there was no way in hell she was using the standard sheets the motel provided, she needed her bedding or she wouldn't get any sleep), took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto her face.

“How's the hand?” she asked by way of greeting.

“It'd be a lot better if there wasn't a hole in it,” was his groggy reply. “I just woke up from the longest nap and thought of you.”

“That's sweet of you to say,” Aelin said, “do you want me to come over? I could cook you my world famous grilled cheese.” Please say yes, she thought, please.

“As much as I love the sound of that, I just need to get out of my house,” Rowan said, “I know that you're house-proud and if you don't want me to see it, I understand, I'll even wear a blind fold if that'll make you happy, but I just...” he trailed off and Aelin could see his pained expression even though they were miles apart.

“Seeing all your work tools is making you miserable,” she supplied. Rowan grunted in confirmation. Taking a deep breath, Aelin said, “You can come over, I don't mind. I'd be happy to see you.” And she would be. She'd just have to kick her pride in the corner. “There's a pub right around the corner from mine and the cheeseburgers they have are really fucking good, and I mean that sincerely. Do you want me to get you one? Because I only have snacks and canned food at the moment.”

“A burger sounds good, with extra tomato, please.”

Aelin smiled. “Of course, I'll text you the address, and I'll see you soon.”

After ordering their dinner, Aelin tidied up (even though the space was immaculate) and waited, and waited. When a gentle knock sounded at her door, Aelin took the food from the restaurant worker and was just about to go back in when Rowan's truck pulled up.

Even ten car spots away, Aelin could see his puzzled expression from where she stood. Placing the food on the small, round dining table, Aelin waited by the door and gave Rowan her best smile when he stood in front of her.

His puzzled expression melted away momentarily when she kissed him hello, but it was back in full force when they pulled away.

“Fireheart,” was all he said, and it said everything that he didn't say.

“I know.”

“You're living in a motel room.” There was no judgement in his voice, like she knew there wouldn't be, but it was clear that he was confused about the whole thing. She should have just told him. She loved her late mother, but really hated the fact that she had passed her pride to Aelin. She hated the fact that, deep down, she was embarrassed, even if Aelin told herself that she had no reason to. The housing market was insane, there was no where else for her to go, and that she hated herself for not saving more money to buy her home of three years.

“I am,” Aelin said, “but it's not so bad. It's affordable and clean.” Aelin invited him inside and sat him down the small dining table.

From his spot, he took in the space. Saw the bar fridge that could barely hold a bags worth of cold food, her toaster oven and the dual butane stove she had to purchase because she didn't want to have to use the toaster oven all the time. The tiny closet that held a decent amount of clothes, but didn't make a dent in her considerable mountain of clothes that she had put away in the storage unit she was renting.

None of her candles were in sight and no books either. Aelin was taking full advantage of her library apps, but it wasn't the same. Aelin loved the feeling of a book in her hands, but there was no space and it would have been silly to bring in her bookcases.

“Where's all your stuff?”

“In a storage unit. I considered living in there, but it doesn't have an air-conditioner and this place does.”

Before Rowan could say anything, Aelin turned on the TV, put on whatever movie sounded dumb enough and ate her dinner.

Aelin could see the question burning in his eyes as she stuffed her mouth to avoid answering that very question.

Why didn't Aelin ask if she could stay with him?

Aelin wanted to tell him, she really did, but was afraid that if she showed how serious she was, Rowan might admit that he wasn't as serious as her.

But Aelin knew herself, knew that she was going to tell him at one point or another. She could tell Rowan anything and he wouldn't flinch. It was her own doubt stopping her.

“That really is the best burger I've ever had,” Rowan said when he was finished.

“It really is,” was all Aelin could think of to say. Gods, she felt so damned awkward. The question was still in Rowan's eyes, even as he laughed at the movie and its stupidity. So to avoid it for a bit longer, Aelin took the take-away boxes into the dumpster outback and immediately went for a shower afterwards.

When she came out, Rowan was lounging on her bed, his injured hand laying across his chest, the other arm fiddling with her comforter. Aelin dressed in a shirt that she may have borrowed without asking from Rowan and a pair of sleep shorts.

Borrowing underneath her comforter, Aelin rested her head on Rowan's chest and the awkwardness she felt deflated a bit as he pressed a kiss on her head.

Aelin told him how she ended up here. Including her embarrassment and annoyance at herself. Rowan listened attentively, as he always did. That was one of the biggest things she loved about him, that he listened. And Aelin was in love with him, she knew without a doubt. She was certain she fell in love with him when he danced with her at Aedion and Lysandra's wedding.

When the credits started to roll, Aelin took a deep breath and decided to plunge into uncharted territories. She kept her eyes glued onto the screen.

Aelin decided to bite the bullet. If it all went to hell, she would beat herself up later.

“I don't want to fuck things up with you.” Well, that wasn't how she wanted to start this conversation, but she supposed it was the best way to start off. “I wanted to ask you if I could move in, but our relationship is just so new, and I didn't want to ruin our future, because I can see a future with you, Rowan.” Moving so that she could look Rowan in the eye, Aelin took the deepest plunge imaginable and told him, “I love you, Rowan. I'm in love with you.”

The smile he gave her was the most beautiful she'd ever seen. “I love you, too, Aelin.” Reaching down to kiss her, all of Aelin's doubts melted away. When he pulled back, Rowan said softly, “If you wish to ask, I'll say yes. Because I see a future with you too. You're the one for me.”

“Rowan, can I move in with you?”

He kissed her again. “Yes, you can.”

Aelin's cheeks were started to become sore from all her smiling. Maybe it was a good thing after all that she ended up living here.

Hours later, after another bad movie and celebrating the new milestone in their relationship (which was mainly Aelin laughing as she rode Rowan because he kept forgetting about his injured hand), Aelin and Rowan got ready for bed, and as Aelin rested her head on his chest again, she said, “Just to let you know, I'm going to replace your mattress for mine, because yours is hard as stone.”

“That's exactly why I'm letting you move in, I'm in the market for a new mattress.”

Aelin playfully whacked his chest and muttered what a buzzard he was, but soon fell asleep with a smile on her face, ready for her future with Rowan.

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