#i can still type on the laptop but i probably shouldn't be

[outahell]

well ....... writing might be a little delayed ,    i need to go to hospital :)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shot Through The Heart III

Alexia Putellas x Archer!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant

"Don't."

Alexia backed away quickly, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"I was just-"

"No."

"Amor-"

"No, Alexia. I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

You got to your feet and stretched, ignoring the way that Alexia hovered uncertainly as you balanced the laundry basket on your hip on your way up the stairs.

"I can carry it." She trailed you everywhere you went. "You shouldn't be carrying such heavy things. The babies-"

"The babies will be fine and, unless you're going through twenty kits daily, this basket barely weighs anything."

Your pregnancy hadn't come as a surprise. You and Alexia had been trying for a while before it worked. It had been decided that you would carry, your sport was a lot less physically taxing than Alexia's. It was all going smoothly until you had gone to a scan one day to find out that you weren't having one baby girl like you thought.

You were having two.

Alexia, of course, had taken mother henning to the extreme when she had found out, hovering incessantly and staying with you as long as possible before heading to practice.

That hovering nature had extended to every aspect of your life the moment that you started showing.

She trailed you up the stairs, opening the wardrobe doors for you when you started to fold the clothes.

"Alexia," You said in warning when she started dividing everything up.

"Amor," She said back," I'm just helping."

You swatted at her with a t-shirt. "You're being a nuisance and you're hovering. Again. Cut it out."

"I'm not hovering!" She insisted, still very clearly hovering.

"You are." You rolled your eyes, bending down to grab the socks that had fallen on the floor.

"I'm not!"

"Alexia," You said, putting the last of the laundry away," You are most certainly hovering." You turned to face her. "I'm fine. The girls are fine. Everything's fine."

She sighed, holding her breath in for a few seconds before releasing. "Okay. I'm sorry, amor. I just want to make sure all three of you are safe."

You press a kiss onto her cheek. "I know. If it didn't annoy me so much, I'd say it's cute how protective you are over us."

Alexia took a step forward and placed her hand daringly on your bump. "I just want you to be careful."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "What do you think I do all day while you're at work? I sit on the sofa all day and type on my laptop. You're lucky I love you or I wouldn't have taken a break from training so early."

Your bow was resting comfortably in the corner of the living room, just collecting dust after you put it aside as soon as you started to show.

You'd probably have gone on for a bit longer with your bow but it made Alexia antsy so you stopped and just continued with your interviews and writing so she would stop breaking out in hives every time you left her to go train.

Alexia spent most of her time with you on a good day but now that you were making a family together, she was adamant about staying with you until she absolutely has to. She stayed in bed for as long as possible in the morning and she didn't hang behind at training to speak with her teammates.

If the team wanted to go out together, she either bowed out or changed the get-together to your shared house so she could hold your hand and rest her head on your shoulder.

"Names?" You asked one evening as you rested on the sofa with Alexia massaging your swollen feet.

"Whatever you want," She replied," I don't mind."

"You must have some opinion, Ale," You said," Don't tell me you have no ideas."

"You're carrying them," Alexia said," You have all the power here, amor. I'm just happy that I'm the one you chose to take along for this ride."

"You're so sappy," You said with a fond eye roll," You have no opinions? What about middle names?"

Alexia's face got a little red and she couldn't meet your eyes for a moment. "I'd like for one to be Elisabet, after Mama."

"Good idea," You said," And for the other one?"

"I was thinking either Alba or María but I don't know if I want either of them to get a bigger head than they already have."

"I think if Alba's head gets any bigger then it might roll off her neck," You joked and finally got a little smile out of your wife.

"What about you?" She asked," You asked about names. You must have some in mind."

You stared at the picture of your most recent ultrasound, tracing over each of your babies.

"Baby A could be Elena," You said," Baby B...Maybe Maya."

"I like them," Alexia replied," Elena and Maya Putellas-l/n."

"Maya Elisabet," You smiled," And Elena...Well, you'll just have to decide which one you'd prefer to inflate the ego of."

"Elena María but Alba can be godmother."

Maya and Elena came into the world two days after an El Clásico win for Barcelona. Two little crying babies that fit easily in your arms rounded out a perfect week for you and Alexia.

"Perfect girls," Alexia said as she admired them before looking over at you in pure contentment," My three perfect girls."

[cod-sins]

Hi! :)

Can I request könig w/ a insecure chubby s/o headcanons? (If you're okay with writing that) I read your könig headcanons and this came in my mind

Have a good day!! :33

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed. Fat/chubby/plus-sized.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. NSFW UNDER CUT.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 725.

[A/N: Why not kill two birds with one stone? It's not just big girls he likes, it's big boys too! König likes 'em all. Also if this seems a little repetitive sorry my brain is fried and so is my laptop. P.S. My gay ass really likes cheek cupping so yall gon see a lot of that.]

König understands what it feels like to be insecure about your own body. He was the tallest boy in his class and always felt singled out by his fellow classmates. There were times were he absolutely dreaded going to school knowing he would be ridiculed and teased about how tall he was. To him it was one of the worse things he experienced so he would never want anyone to deal with that ESPECIALLY his partner.

You would stare at yourself in the mirror, constantly comparing yourself to other people you saw. You always felt as if you weren't good enough when it came to everyone else. You tried to ignore it but the feeling always kept crawling back. It would get to the point where you feel like you weren't even good enough for your own boyfriend. You began hiding your shape, wearing clothes that were double your size, and switched out your things for stuff you'd normally wear in the Winter/Fall.

König would start to pick up on this. Noticing that you started skipping meals or wearing clothes that weren't usually your type. He would gently pull you aside to find out what's wrong. Probably waiting until you were both lying in bed to ask, so you couldn't dodge his questions.

"Liebe," he said softly while repeatedly rubbing circles into your back. "is, everything alright with you?" He continued with pauses in his sentence. You mumbled out that you were fine but this answer didn't satisfy König. He pulls you up, rearranging y'alls position so that you were making direct eye contact with him. Even on his lap he still managed to hover over you.

He asks you once again with a more focused look in his eye. “Schatz, what's the matter with you? You have been acting so…different lately. You aren't yourself these past few days.” He says frowning.

Unable to hide it any longer you begin to cry into his arms, confessing that you don't feel worthy about being his partner. You tell him how you don't feel attractive and that you aren't comfortable with your body anymore. König pulls you into a hug, kissing your head while muttering “Oh Liebeling, can't you see how beautiful/handsome you are? You shouldn't hide or change any part of yourself. You are so perfect the way you are, that's why I fell in love with you in the first place.” He says solemnly while cupping your face.

To counter the way you're feeling König would start spoiling you with brand-new clothes, taking photos of you, and giving lots of attention to parts of your body. Don't like your stretch marks? He's tracing them up and down with his fingers smiling. Dislike your stomach/fat rolls, well he doesn't! It's natural and a sign that you're body is alive and you're well taken care of. Think your fat fingers are unappealing? He's already placing them on his face and gently kissing them.

König is going to make it his mission to make sure you feel good about yourself.

Even though his social anxiety is bad he would try and take you out places to flaunt you off. He wants you to know that you can come to him when you feel bad about yourself he's your boyfriend after all.

[A/N: That was the SFW now for me to be a horny degenerate with some once again mild (very self-indulgent) smut. Picking up from the crying part.]

The only time König wants to see you cry is when he's overstimulating you, so after he's done soothing you he starts kissing his favorite parts of your body starting from top to bottom. He kisses your cheek before moving down to your neck, sucking and lightly grazing it. Spending a considerable König continues to go lower and lower until you're on your back and his mouth is on your heat.

He'd spend hours down on you, sucking your dick/clit, eating your ass/pussy making sure you feel loved. He gets so much pleasure from watching your legs shake after giving him your third orgasm. You're vision is hazy and you have your hands buried in his hair. You could feel him slightly humping the bed for some form of relief.

By the time you're done you're covered in sweat and ripped lingerie. Bite marks, hickeys n bruises are speckled all over your body. König would savor this moment forever keeping a polaroid photo safely tucked away just in case he misses you too much on a mission. <3

[xinyuehui]

Love and Deepspace PC tutorial

Not sure if anyone wants to play this on their PC but I'll drop a basic tutorial anyways (please don't repost this on twitter or any other platforms ty)

Things to know before we start:

It's only available in Chinese

HOWEVER you can switch the voices to English, so they will speak to you in English, but the interface language will still be in Chinese

Your PC will need to be able to enable Virtualization Technology (VT) (and maybe at least 8GB RAM so it can run the game smoothly)

Did I mention it's in Chinese? Yeah, it's in Chinese

Still wanna do this? Come on board ↓

Step 1

Download the .exe file on the official site and install it

https://deepspace.papegames.com/

The .exe is essentially an emulator with the game attached to it. You can later then use the store in the emulator to download all sorts of other games too, such as Tears of Themis, Light and Night etc...they are all officially licensed

Step 2

Once you run the game, it should come up with a QR code which will direct you to a page on the Mumu emulator site instructing you on how to enable VT based on the PC you have

I don't have a screenshot because I've already enabled it

If you can make sense of the instructions, great! The operating menus will be in English anyways

However if none of this makes sense to you, find a tutorial on google/youtube for your PC type, try looking up "how to enable virtualization in bios"

Step 3

Once all the VT is sorted it's pretty simple, log in and start the game

Step 4

Once you get to the starting page, it probably looks identical to the English version

Change the language if you wanna hear them speak English

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Extras

Press F11 to go full screen mode

It will automatically go landscape in battle mode. Control with wasd keys and mouse, or connect a controller to it. (I've tried with PS4 controller and it works, but only the joysticks because I haven't figured it out myself how to assign buttons lol)

If you're playing on a laptop or a monitor that can be turned vertical, you can use this function to turn the game window vertically

To experience the maximum screen space, you can set your emulator to the iPad dimensions

Use the same height and width in the screenshot above

This should be enough to get you started, the VT bit might be a little tricky and scary since you do not need to access BIOS in normal day to day use. The rest of the menus, if you know it in English by heart it shouldn't be difficult to navigate, just fiddly. I supposed you can take some screenshots of the mobile ver and have it on hand when you need to navigate it on the PC.

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If anyone has any questions regrading setting it up etc... feel free to drop me an ask with an image (◕‿◕✿)

[clatterbane]

https://www.elgiganten.se/product/outlet/google-pixel-7-smartphone-8256gb-obsidian/541185

Assuming I'm not totally down with the migraine tomorrow, guess what I am planning on heading to Lund to pick up tomorrow! Because the USB port on this phone from late 2020 has decided to start going fucky and giving me charging problems.

There's enough price difference that I decided to go for the Pixel 7 rather than 8. I knew electronics of all kinds tended to be more expensive here, but even the 7 is running higher now than it did in the US when it came out as their new flagship model back in 2022. 😬 There is luckily what is probably a former display device supposedly like new for the equivalent of $100+ less than usual available in a brick-and-mortar Elgiganten location in Lund. So yeah, I guess we're off to Lund in the Stealth Volvo tomorrow afternoon!

It is apparently pretty standard to buy your phones outright and go for a SIM-only plan here. Already got the working SIM, now just need another phone that will charge properly again. Was hoping to put off new phones until after the EU requirements including user-accessible/replaceable batteries had gone into full effect. But yeah, maybe not!

I'm not too happy with some of the directions Samsung has been running off in, or I would probably just go with one of the more recent Galaxies. So yeah, I decided to try a Pixel this time instead. It's also more readily rootable/flashable, which is part of the draw.

I am actually strongly considering trying GrapheneOS on this new phone and largely Degoogle it:

(He has apparently since had some problems with their lead developer, and stopped using it himself. But, not because it stopped being a good more secure and private offshoot of Android.)

Avoid a bunch of bloatware I don't want or need, too.

You can still run Google Play Services and Google Services Framework sandboxed, and I did double check that other folks have been able to run some important apps that I need to use (mainly BankID which is used for basically everything including logging in to medical services here, and various banking and official type crap). Yep, evidently so without any real problem. Shouldn't have trouble doing anything that I have been doing on the existing Android devices.

That will require stealing a computer from Mr. C, since my laptop is still out of commission. 🫤 But, that shouldn't be an issue.

It also shouldn't be a problem to flash stock Android right back on there, if the Graphene plan doesn't work out for whatever reason.

[villain-sympathizer]

Hey, hello. Any chance I can get a nsfw hc or a confession of love with mr Compress? (Or both) 😁

I love this man so much.

YES ugh i love him so much too you have no idea 😭💕

i started writing this as general / romantic headcanons before realizing you asked for NSFW so uh, surprise! you got so much more content now! SDKFJHSDF blame (or praise) my adhd for not fuckin comprehending the entire question first

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Mr. Compress General / Romantic / NSFW headcanons

This post contains NSFW content, so minors DNI! [not to mention mans is like, 32 yrs old so y'all shouldn't be shipping urself w/ him anyway]

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General

This man is eccentric - that's a fact. So of course he’s likely to talk with big flowery words and large hand gestures to accentuate his topic of conversation - regardless of how much or little needed to be said

Like I said, he talks with his hands, A LOT, and he also likes to walk around or pace while he talks as well

Probably has ADHD but that’s likely just me projecting lmao

Obviously a theatre guy, adores musicals and old fashioned plays

If he were to have a Spotify it would be full of musical theater show tunes, both modern and retro

Everyone says he’s inept at technology, but I say that's just modern tech. He’s got an old laptop, a CD player, an old MP3 player (filled with musical show tunes and other indie stuff), and of course: a Nokia

He has a modern smartphone courtesy of the League, but he only uses it for phone calls and texts since he has no idea how nor want to use anything else on it unless necessary

Somehow both a fashion icon and disaster. Theatre kids, y’know?

Really only calls himself an old man due to the fact he talks like he just got transported from the Victorian era; because seriously, being in your 30s is not at all old

Despite always having his face covered, he takes great care in his complexion and appearance. Lots of skincare products, lotions, soaps, creams, etc.

Before the whole ordeal with the League, he would always join a community theater as a hobby! He adored doing silly little play sketches for charity or volunteering as a drama coach. He even directed some small local plays himself! (Under a pseudonym, of course)

Romantic

I headcanon him as gay, or at the very least bi/pan with a strong lean towards men

Love language is words of affirmation and gift giving! I mean, he’s such a talker that his love for speech is bound to extend to his partner. And he’s a master thief, so of course he’s going to steal only the best for his lover. They just have to say the word, and it’s in front of them the next day

Such a romantic, in the most classy yet extravagant way. Romantic candle lit dinner? Of course! But it’s at the top of the tallest building in the city with a gorgeous view of the moonlit ocean and bustling city all at once

Will absolutely do the cheesy magician move of pulling flowers out of his sleeve or hat and bows as he presents them to his partner, and no matter how many times he does this - which is at LEAST twice a week - his partner will always find it so charming

His partner will hopefully be willing to deal with his criminal record that only continues to grow, because he doesn’t plan on stopping

And if his partner wishes or does work alongside him as a thief/League villain? Incredible! Romantic! It’s like a Bonnie and Clyde type duo!

Just as long as his partner understands that he can and WILL compress them into a marble if things get too dangerous

Doesn’t often get jealous, or at least doesn’t make it obvious. When it IS obvious, it’s honestly adorable because he gets so pouty and clingy. Might even purposefully put on his frowning mask just to make a point, especially if his partner still hasn’t noticed how awfully and truly upset and ignored he is :’(

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Below here are the NSFW headcanons!

NSFW

Tops and bottoms equally, but leans towards service dom most times. However, it’s VERY easy to get him into a submissive, begging mess

With a few well placed touches and hushed words whispered in his ear, his partner can have them as putty in their hands

While he’s a romantic and would prefer being slow and intimate, he’s also secretly into quickies and fast, yet passionate sex

His kinks are a little all over the place and in some cases a bit strange. While he’s into more mainstream stuff like sensory play and roleplay, he’s also into things like frotting, clothed sex, semi-public sex, consensual exhibitionism, orgies, hands-free orgasms, using quirks during sex, all that sorta stuff

More than willing to wear the mask during sex - loves the sense of mystery it can bring

Before he was with his partner, he was super into alley quickies with complete strangers

Buzzed/drunk sex is something he likes, just with how often he drinks wine or champagne

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

personal rant (tw chronic pain, chronic illness)

i don't normally post stuff like this on here at all because i love keeping this space here just for fun fandom stuff, but today has just been so unbelievably shit and i feel like i just need to scream into the void about it for a moment to try and process.

basically, me and my sister had vip tickets to meet and see this band today who's incredibly special to us. they were a total lifeline for us when we were growing up, but we never got the chance to see them live. in august when we finally got these tickets over ten years after we both started listening to them, we were both over the MOON. it was such a special moment for us, but also felt like such a milestone because both of us have been through so much since we were those kids sitting in my room finding so much solace in this band's music together. it felt like such a significant thing to be going to see them all these years later, having overcome so much and both of us being in places now that we never thought we could get to.

anyway, fast track to today and i woke up in excruciating pain. some of you might know that i have some issues with various chronic illnesses/pain already, and one of the conditions i have is endometriosis. for anyone who doesn't know, it's an incurable condition where tissue similar to the lining of the womb grows outside the womb and causes chronic pelvic pain, fatigue, and a whole bunch of other fun symptoms. but it's biggest symptom, for me anyway, is the WORST period pain you can imagine. like, no medications can touch it, passed out on the floor for hours, screaming in agony kind of pain. i've lived with it for over half my life now and yes, obviously it affects me - but also i've got pretty good at learning how to manage it, and i have it down to like. a day or two per month where i'm incapacitated by pain rather than half the days. some months i don't get days like that at all now. i wouldn't say i feel good - a lot of the time i'm in pain and on painkillers/carrying around a hot water bottle with me when i'm at home etc - but i'm like. mostly functional. it hurts, but when it does, usually these days i can push through it when i really need to (even if that makes it worse later).

but today? today of all days, i woke up with the most excruciating pain i've had probably all year. i couldn't see or move enough to reach out to my bedside table and take my painkillers, let alone think of getting on a train and going to a gig. it's been over twelve hours and i'm only now able to sit up enough to watch stuff on my laptop for comfort and type this out (and i'm still in a lot of pain). of course my sister had to go to the gig without me, because there was just no way i could physically move to get there. and i'm just feeling so shit because although of course she was lovely about it, she was so nervous about going by herself and also really sad we couldn't go together, and i feel so much like i've let her down and that my body hasn't just ruined this incredibly special thing for me but also for her.

i generally try not to dwell on the stuff i can't do because i've learnt that it's NOT helpful, and it doesn't change anything anyway. i'm used to missing things i want to go to and not being able to see friends sometimes, working and having no energy left to do anything but sleep at the weekends. and most of the time it's okay, i've kind of made my peace with it. but on days like today i just feel so sad about it, all the things i don't get to do - especially things like this which are such special, once in a lifetime kind of opportunities. i know i shouldn't really complain because on the whole i've been really lucky with the things i've got to do despite my condition - i think this is the first time in a good five years or so that it's caused me to miss going to something really big like this, and i've got to go and see so many wonderful bands over that time. but this one... they're just such a special one to me and to my sister, and it feels like such a loss. and it just brings home how much this condition really does affect me - i've got pretty good at downplaying it over the years, but it's days like today where i'm like, no actually. this is awful and there's nothing i can do about it. which is a really scary kind of position to be in.

i don't even really know what the purpose of this post was other than to just let some of that out. normally i'd speak to my sister about it because she understands it the most, but i didn't want to let her see how upset i was about not being able to go because i still wanted her to have the best time possible and not be worrying about me. anway yeah, sorry to anyone who's read all the way through this, i know it's long and rambly and super negative. usually i'm able to take this kind of thing in my stride, but today it just really got me and i just feel so sad and defeated. i know in a few days it won't loom so big, and there are other wonderful things on the horizon that i'll get to do - but yeah. for today, i think i just need to let myself feel sad.

[homicidal-slvt]

"Strangers Are Especially Strange Here"

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Part 2

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: None- just silliness.

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You unintentionally discovered you aren't entirely human a bit late in life, which resulted in where you're at now. Learning how to control your abilities should be fun though, right?

Right???

You've so far spent the whole day running around getting lectures on what you shouldn't do as a witch. Yes, it's very very important that you learn that stuff- blah blah.

But it's boringgggg... And you have every right to be complaining in your head, waddling down the hall books in hand like a depressed penguin.

At least the long corridors of the old building are beautiful, an intricate lacy gold pattern that imitates the look of vines lines the wallpaper, the floor beneath your feet a shiny black marble with gold streaks through it- feeling as though the place has a strong energy and power of it's own.

Though without warning you are harshly dragged from your thoughts to the sudden appearance of a young guy's head popping out of the wall...

"Sup!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

You let out quite the shriek but miraculously don't fall or drop your books. The dude has thick fluffy medium length creamy blonde hair that is wavy in a very unruly way, his eyes are more rounded in shape and the picture perfect example of the color baby blue, his skin tone closest to that of pale ivory and you could describe his face shape as being more heart shaped. He quickly came fully out of the wall and stood in front of you, he's probably somewhere around 5'11 in height, from what you can tell his body type falls more into the category of 'inverted triangle'. He's wearing an extremely baggy but comfy looking ice blue sweater, a pair of simple jeans and some scuffed up white tennis shoes. Despite the fact the guy just scared you shitless- he still has a bright smile on his face.

"Oops. You must be new here."

Oops??? Not an apology??? Just- oops???

You do not have time to deal with this, you're already tired and bored and annoyed- so you just make your way around him and keep walking. The guy pauses for a second before calling out to you.

"Hey- wait! Sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you!"

Too little too late- you rounded the corner and kept on going.

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You know- you failed to realize just how big this place is. The separate building that you get to stay in is huge, you have your own bedroom in it. Granted- there's set times for breakfast, lunch, dinner... Yeah, not like a normal college at all. You have decently cooked food and you just have to show up to eat it.

However of course- you still had to pay to be here. Well, more like your aunt paid for you to be here- you didn't even know you had an aunt for a long ass time... You know what- that's not important right now.

You open your laptop and start typing away, you do have normal assignments to get done on top of the extra classes to do with your powers.

Pros and cons...

You're also surrounded by so many different kinds of people, you swore you saw a guy with cat ears earlier.... However he didn't stick around very long and seemed to want nothing to do with any of the socializing happening around him.

Totally understandable.

This place is giving a whole new meaning to the word 'strangers' but hey- that isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?

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{Is this bad? I don't know. It's October and I had a silly idea for a series and decided- fuck it. You only live once.}

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{@sofasoap @shadofireshinobi @scar-crossedlvrs sorry if you guys don't wanna be tagged. Just let me know.}

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[sachirobabe]

Conspiracy theories | U. Wakatoshi x F!reader

Warnings: Time-skip spoilers, mentions of drinking, cursing, medicine⚠️

An: repost from my wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,202

Wakatoshi called you to ask you if it was alright if he got a few drinks with some teammates after practice, they kept nagging him about how he rarely hung out with them outside of volleyball.

You of course told him that it was okay, and that he wasn't a child who needed to ask you for permission, but even with your protests, he still would ask you if it'd be alright.

A few drinks were most definitely not just a few drinks, he was brought back hammered. Apparently Hoshiumi was able to convince him to let loose and drink more than he normally would—which is almost nothing.

He's not a big drinker, but it was nice to see that he had fun with his friends. Apologies were said by his team captain and Kageyama who had to basically carry Wakatoshi, leaving you with his still drunken state.

Luckily they brought him in on the couch so you wouldn't have much trouble, you said your goodnights and they left in their uber.

"'Toshi? Love, are you okay?" You slightly giggle, he was staring at you with a small smile, rosy cheeks and all. You're sure he'll pay the consequences tomorrow with his hangover.

"M okay." He nods, "You look pretty." The alcohol lessening his blunt self, which was not much. Your simply dressed in one of his large t-shirts and shorts, it's what you sleep in and he's almost positive you get prettier everyday.

"How much did you drink?" You ask, trying to get him to comply with you and move upstairs—that is if he can even walk. You're tugging on his hand to bring him up, which he's able to do.

He unintentionally ignored your question as he was trying his best to not put all his weight on you and to stay least walk somewhat straight. Getting him into bed was a success, he was able to undress into more comfortable clothes. You're sure you don't want to try and get him to shower, he mentioned how dizzy he was when he stood up.

"I'll be right back." You lower the volume of your voice in case his head was beginning to hurt. You came back into the room with a tall, refreshing glass of water, he took a few long sips, knowing he needed to sober up.

"Did you have fun?" You kiss his forehead, pushing back his hair as he gets comfy in bed. You've seen him drunk a few times in your life, but this is probably the most hammered you've ever seen him.

"I did, it was nice. 'M not sure I'd like to go out drinking again." He frowns a little.

"Why is that?" You hum, bringing your laptop to your lap to quickly finish your email. He scoots over to lay his head on you, silently thanking you as you lowered the brightness to ease his eyes.

"Not a big fan of drinking." He simply says, clinging onto you, his skin was warm against your cool arm, he was glad the window was open so he wouldn't be sweating his ass off. You nod and continue to type, telling him you were almost done, then you could head to bed.

Randomly, he says, "Do you think the moon landing was fake?" You pause and glance down at him, his eyes were open, his lips forming a thin line, he was thinking real hard about this.

"Wakatoshi, what?" You laugh. Asking him to repeat what he said to make sure you weren't hearing things.

"Or what if shaving cream has stuff in it to make your hair grow faster, that way you're buying more, profiting those companies." He says this all with a straight face. "It's good marketing."

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't drink this much, love." You chuckle, running your hands through his hair, he moves so his head is on the pillow, facing you.

"I'm serious. Or what about chapstick putting small, microscopic pieces of glass inside the balm so when you put it on it slightly cuts your lips to make them chapped and you're having to buy more and more chapstick." He finishes his rant by letting out a long sigh.

"Did you share these with the guys?" You asked, wondering where the hell he learned these things, this sounds like something Kageyama would seriously believe, or maybe Hoshiumi told these to your husband to cause some laughs, you know he gets a kick out of it.

"They were all talking about it and it got me thinking." He answers.

"Well at least you're over your flat earth phase." You sigh. "I think it's time for bed, yeah?"

"I want to keep talking to you. I barely saw you today." He frowns. "I missed you, a lot." He goes to close your laptop, and carry it over to the nightstand, concluding that you were finished to pay attention to him now.

"I missed you too." You laugh. "I can't wait until you're sober, let's see if you still agree with these conspiracy theories."

"Don't they make sense, love? I mean, we all know they just want money."

"Hush or else the government spying on us through our phone will hear." You egged him on further.

"I don't believe that one, give me a better one. And cuddle closer." He pulls on your arm, he became much more clingy than normal, but this wasn't something drink Wakatoshi only did, he always did this.

"Hmm, let me think. But first you have to brush your teeth and I need to turn the lights off." He nods and chugs the rest of his water down, going to use the bathroom and brush his teeth. He was back in a matter of minutes.

"I'm ready now." He says and lifts the covers, you turned the last lamp off and turned to face him.

"What about chucky cheese reusing pizza slices from unfinished plates to make them faster without having to just waste them and start over." You've seen this one on tiktoks and from the videos, it seems promising.

"I like that one." He hums and closes his eyes, slowly dozing off. He was fighting off the sleep, wanting to speak to you more. "'Nother one."

"I think it's time for bed, sleepy head. We can talk more in the morning. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" You attempted to get him to sleep again.

He groans as he slowly opens his eyes and pulls you straight to his chest, moving his head to the crook of your neck, already feeling himself become more sober by the second and more aware of the hangover he's about to be hit with.

"Would you like some painkillers?" You ask, playing with the strands in his hair, noticing how your little movement gave him slight discomfort. He immediately nods and tells you to be quick.

As soon as he gulps down the pill he's out like a light. Sleeping with his strong arms around you, it became almost impossible to move, but you made it work. You'd have some very interesting stories to tell your friends and family.

*do not steal or plagiarize.

[rad-ramenkingles]

Kinko Revamp Process

Wanted to try something slightly different with this post, call it a little behind the scenes process.

As you all know, I am Ramenking…

I make pixels, and I have done for a good long while, and today to lead up to my next Blurry Boy post, I want to show you a little bit of what my process has been for these revamps. Let's start with Kinko, as he is the first to have been revealed.

So when it comes to Kinkotsuman, out of the whole group I did. He is a character I mainly like for the uniqueness of his look, and the specific body type on him. As a character he is abit of a… Iffy guy for me. Just I'm not the biggest fan of trash Dad’s, like Kinko just falls right into that category full stop guys. Poor Bone Cold. 😔

All that said when approaching him it was quite an interesting task, as he is actually one of only 8 characters from the Kinnikuman franchise I've been spriting since I started in this little pixel square field. I did start other characters but they always were forever WIP stuff. All of those works though are long gone, probably on an old laptop somewhere in a storage room. That said, I at least have Kinko here looking nice and rough.

This period of spriting for myself wasn't the best one looking back on it. Majority of my work was more akin to sloppy edits and recolours trying to fit into a style I had little to no skill at all in. That being said it was still fun to actually make pixels for the first time, so it drove me to further dabble.

That nicely leads us to 2011 Kinko next to 2011 Kinnikuman…

Kinkotsuman and others get a face lift, or just get made for the first time in some cases. What's a bit neat about the Kinkotsuman Pixel of 2011, this sprite was initially a revamp made by an old forum buddy of mine (with heavy tweaks after made by myself). I had a mighty struggle with his head, my brain just couldn't get it and his could, the hair as well I kept having a problem with and Poof all of these issues were non existent, to him. What I really liked about this Kinko compared to the 2009 attempt was the body type actually got closer to what I envisioned. (Still a bit too tall though, and wide to a degree though)

See I've never been a massive fan of slightly buff Kinko as a norm. Not saying it couldn't make for an interesting growth of the character body wise throughout the series. Just in my head, he is Skull and Bones guy, and that type of person shouldn't have to much meat on his bones. All that said I do enjoy me a good character evolution over time chart. Might do one for all the Kinniku Characters like I did this quick mock up of Kinnikuman one day.

Onto now… When I approached Kinko this time, I wanted to try and strike a balance between the newer look Yude does for him, his first appearance look, and the anime look.

So I had examples of all three works as I went to it. I took the 2011 sprite and stripped off the colors and from there I readjusted placements of black lines inside the framework, and trimmed the framework down where I saw fit aswell. Then I laid back in some of the flat Colors across it all when I was happy with my framework. Then came the first run of shades. I take a look, see how I feel, then I will make adjustments where I see fit in different ways, just to get across the “Feel of the Character” that I want to achieve with this sprite.

Aside - |{When I say “Feel of the Character”, I am meaning I want whatever I do, however complex or simplistic it is with my pixels. I want someone to look at that, and the drawn character and be like “Oh yeah, I see it. That's them.” Like I'm not after getting every detail 100% perfect, really if you are working in pixels as small as I am. You flat out can't be. But what I want to do, is get that feel of them across as best as I can. Sometimes that means sacrificing certain elements (You will see that in some sprites to come), other times it means really emphasizing sometimes a single aspect of the sprite. It's a fun little challenge every time, sprite by sprite I have to play with. By no means though am I a master at this pixel thing, nor do I want to disparage others who have a different approach. This is just how I prefer to do it.}|

Next once I got the sprite down, I threw up my faceset. Used my WIP Kinnikuman as a base to make edits to find Kinko in the pixels. I chipped away, and remolded bit by bit until. Poof. I got my faceset I was happy with. (Which I was so happy with, it made me not too happy with the sprite so I actually later went back and made yet a last adjustment after the initial posting. Whoops!)

With all that done, I quickly did up a little I'll call it a “Pixel Showcase”. Gathered some old GameBoy text assets for the lettering, and just free handed some shapes and lines to put Kinko and his Face on display for you all. As the last “Showcase” background I realized was a bit busy for the eyes, and you kind of can't appreciate the sprites on display in it. I still very much like it though, so maybe I'll do something with it later on.

And that is all peeples. My behind the scenes Esque thing, to somewhat build interest for the next Blur Boy coming. (Which will come hopefully soon, if work doesn't beat me down too much before) Hope you all enjoyed this, if it's liked enough I might try doing more in the future as it's nice to almost get my process down for all to understand the approach from sprite to sprite, and for my own benefit as well as most of these ideas and practices aren't written but just in my head.

Until the next Blurry Boy post, I gotta rest my fingers now. Seeyah…

Ramen Out!

[izzy-b-hands]

Ongoing PTSD breakdown trauma stuff below the cut, pls ignore, just need to spew it somewhere that like. I know my feelings will be safe to have and type up and whatever. Also, sorta? mild our flag spoilers under the cut bc my brain is a mess and I use characters I love to help metaphor out and explain my own shit so. yeah. that's also a thing here.

Motherfucking random traumatic memory abt Mum fucking. Randomly hitting me while I'm writing fic (for no apparent reason, no idea what triggered my brain to throw this at me when I WAS NEARLY DONE WITH THE FUCKING FIC NO LESS)

So goddamn rude. I'm off my track on the fic now, so I'm setting it aside for the night (we have Ren Faire today (it literally just hit midnight lol), but after that I want to get back to it) and realising I should really write this memory down.

Like. all of the little details about it, the bits of Mum and I and our relationship surrounding it. Both because my brain does tend to shutter some of those things away and makes them hard to get to without it being stupid lengthy a process involving talking out every feeling I'm having with someone else(unless it pulls some shit like tonight, then suddenly it's no fucking problem throwing it all over the place apparently) and because like

I don't know if I could say this one out loud to anyone, but I think I should. Probably a therapist, but it's one of those stupid trauma things of you just Want Someone, Anyone To Know, Now. To acknowledge it and say if it was as fucked up as it feels (bc I will never deny the possibility that I'm being dramatic and it isn't, and I should just. chill the fuck out about it.)

But every time I start trying to type it out I get hit with this wave of a physical response where my arms and wrists and fingers feel like they're clenching up and I Can't type it. And there's a part of me that doesn't want to because if I can see it in letters on a page, then it's real. It's real and it happened and maybe it was as fucked up as it feels like it was and if that's all true then like. it fits with everything else about our relationship that's already fucked up, from the severe (better than it used to be, but I'm sure it's very clear to y'all that it's still Not Good even though I've moved away from her) co-dependence to the emotional incest (fun fact: that term feels like a gut punch every time I hear it, and I've heard it from my therapist more than a few times now over the past 9ish years of treatment.) So I shouldn't be shocked by that or like, upset, right?

Yet I'm here typing this out to put off typing it up, and I'd bet money I don't necessarily have that I'll wind up putting my laptop away, showering, and going to bed without getting it typed. For better or for worse.

Part of the reason I worry so much abt Frenchie this season (aside from that I love him and he's one of my faves and I want nothing but good and happy for him) is because I also subscribe to his 'shove all the fucked up shit you've seen/experienced in a box in your mind and just. Never open it unless you're putting more in there' method of coping (have all my life, it was so weirdly validating to see it onscreen like that explained so plainly) and like. This is me when the box somehow pops open when I didn't mean it to, and I both want Frenchie to be able to process the things that have happened to him but also don't want to see a character I love so much hurt like this. Because it feels like a big stupid gaping open wound in my chest that I'm being entirely too dramatic about, no matter how valid feeling that way abt it might be.

Kind of hope I can just shut the lid on the box so I can get done and go to sleep after I post this. Should I actually type out the memory and everything? I hate to think that the answer my therapist would have given me, if I could afford to be seeing her rn, would be yes. But the thing is, I have fucking Ren Faire tomorrow in my Izzy cosplay (that Housemate says I look good in, which I'll vainly admit I'm rather happy about, even if it is a very inaccurate and homemade cosplay that's missing certain details I can't yet afford to buy), and I don't want to be dealing with any of this for the rest of the night/into tomorrow. I need to sleep so I can go have some fucking fun, for once. I even feel ok to bring my cane with folded in my bag, just in case I need it, bc that would still be in character if I wind up needing to use it. I can count on one hand the times I've had a fun experience where I also felt safe admitting when my body was hurting and using a physical aid to help it get by; I'm not losing this one.

It's not getting typed out, and I need to duct tape that fucking box shut for now.

[annahxredaxted]

This was on wattpadd but I

Decided to put here- I’m so bad at fluff so angst is my only option

"Sweetheart I love you but I'm sick and tired of you fucking scaring me.".

Milo had just gotten home from work- which I didn't realize was a long day I was playing around because I had a day off and scared him the second I did he froze clenched his fist, and just started yelling . Which brings me to this point.

"Milo-," I started as he interrupted ," no! I'm so done with it. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I wanna take a shower, and I want to go to bed. what I don't want to do is get scared by my mate. Not all of us had a fuckin day off." He said catching his breath.

I tried to start talking but he just put a hand up and didn't say anything.

My stomach turned every which way. The ptsd was kicking in. My intrusive thoughts. The things I knew would never happen. That didn't stop them from coming.

'Is he gonna hit me?' 'Is he gonna leave' 'he probably wants to sleep separate.' 'HEY DONT THINK THAT.' 'But it could-' 'Y/N DONT.'

I stood frozen for a minute. Milo never raised his voice at me. 'God it's my fault again. I'm such a bad partner'

I kept thinking to myself. I wanted it to stop. But- but I couldn't. I was about to cry a lump in my throat. Tears betraying me by falling.

"I- I uh. Im- I'm- uhm- g-gonna go take- uh- take a shower.." I stated to an angry milo eating dinner by himself.

I grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, I wanted to take a cold shower. To ease my mind, distract would be a better word.

30 minutes later~

Milo awkwardly walked toward the couch i was sitting on, while I  was  typing away on my laptop

I looked up to see him fiddling with his hands.

I made eye contact and raised my eyebrows to acknowledge that he was there and went back to the computer.

"Sweetheart..," he started. I looked up to see him ,"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I had a bad day and I took it out on you. And that was wrong of me.., I apologize. And I hope you'll choose to forgive me when you decide to.." Milo was fiddling with his hand

We were both to stubborn to apologize to eachother without being awkward..

"No, Milo I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scared you. I know how many time you've told me to cut it out. And I didn't I'm sorry." I said also messing around with my hands.

"C-Can I hug you?" He asked- as if he needed to.

I stood up and put my laptop down and wrapped my arms around him.

"Of course. I love you- and I promise to try to stop scaring you as much anyway.." I chuckled as did he

"Do you wanna watch a movie? Or something?" He asked pulling away yet still holding on to my waist.

"Sure." I shrugged and hugged him once more

"I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Milo."

[sexwithamanda]

A deep dive, a hike let's say. Not physically but mentally.

Episode #345

Hello,

I make these when I feel the most inspired. This last week was lovely, I went out a lot but I spent time with both my lovers, I pray they never read these, but I am sure one day these will be read, not aloud in a classroom I hope. It's a humid, hot, cloudy, wet day in the beautiful state of Florida. I am sitting at a coffee shop where I've tasted butterfly tea, which tastes like lemonade more than anything. It has a dark purple color and on the counter, I spied a cake that resembled Oreo. I decide for that, it's gluten and vegan. If I told you that I was trying to be healthier would you believe me? I suppose I don't seem to be that way. It was yummy, and I read a few (more than a few) pages of this memoir that has me on my toes. She is a writer and went to school for journalism. I've always felt that writing and putting something out there is insane. We all have a voice to talk about anything, that's why music is universal. If all the lyrics are in a different language, we still can continue to feel exactly what they are saying regardless of the fact that we don't speak that language.

Last week I went into a meeting, I like to speak as you can tell from my typing. I suppose that it is obvious that my clicking and clacking on my laptop in this quiet coffee shop seems to annoy the men next to me, but I digress with I am being me. Let it be. Right at this split second the song playing, is by tears for Fears. You decide if my life is a movie because I have already decided that it is. Anyways back to the meeting, I am talking about. I don't look at people as adults anymore. I assume everyone is a child, regardless of how you think t might be, we can be professional but we are all children at a point. Things we do, mistakes we make, and accomplishments that occur all happen because we learn from others. This meeting was an intro to exactly what I've been wanting for a while. A taste of who I could be as a public speaker. I don't think I'm perfect, but I think that healing is a journey that rules us over. We tend to be selfish about our lives. I had a conversation last night with my friend, and each time we speak I feel we learn a bit more about ourselves rather than the other. I give her the space to speak as she gives me my space to speak as well. I learned that I get tired easily maybe I should get that checked out but I can confirm that I love someone that I really shouldn't. It is okay though. Life is too short not to face the facts. I think head-on, I want to be exclusive with this person but I also think that I want to be friends. I need to deal with myself first, but once I feel that I can finally trust myself to trust someone I think that's when I could commit to them.

In other news, we both discovered that we miss each other dearly all the time, because we are two peas in a pod, and we have each other's back. I think that my sense of self is reflected in the darkness of my sorrows, and probably for good I can sense that I will be way better off. I guess for a while I thought that the only occupancy of people's company came with an abundant reach for bad decisions. I then tend to let myself be swept away from all reality when I am with my friends. They make me feel so safe, kind, and sweet. I got really lucky.

Next topic of discussion; my podcast, sex with Amanda on spotify. It is my baby, but let me explain that I know that people listen to it, people I know. I am brutally honest, and I am myself. I think that it is my therapy, the raw truth of my thoughts when it comes to it. I think the people that I want to listen to it won't, which is good for me. But, in actuality, these secrets are for the entire world to listen to. It's not just relatable it's my life. Inevitably it is my happiness. I feel a sense of ease after every Friday session. My episodes are unedited, I speak my truth and let myself be completely honest. (sometimes it is mean.)

Now here is a side note, my favorite thing to talk about is sex, but it is the education, the feeling, and the love of intimacy in the space of someone else that makes me feel loved. I love love. I love sex. I love sex with someone who makes me feel as though everything is right and how it is supposed to be. I don't want to be rushed unless it feels right but I also want to be healthy. I want it to be sacred in a way. I don't have sex with anyone, but with someone who has a connection to me, with me, and makes me feel good. If I've been intimate with someone, (if I chose to, because in some instances that is not the case), you have made me feel at ease. I love the feeling.

I have an addiction that is hard for me to describe, if you come across this, go on spotify, look up sex with Amanda. Take a listen to one of my episodes or wait till this upcoming Friday for the newest one. I can't wait to have a conversation with you.

Thank you for reading, listening, and being.

Mahal Kita,

Amanda

[platonic-prompts]

Words are quite...odd. And you can use this when writing.

Specifically I'm talking about the way that people twist others words and cut out important things in quotes and sayings to fit their own meaning (which i think is interesting because we're kinda taught not to do this in school)

For instance (and Im using this one because I see it go around here a bit and misquoting things gets on my nerves), the paradox of intolerance says that we shouldn't tolerate people who are intolerant because then the tolerant people will be destroyed

BUT

This actually contradicts the actual quote

"Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance. If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them. ---In this formulation, I do not imply, for instance, that we should always suppress the utterance of intolerant philosophies; as long as we can counter them by rational argument and keep them in check by public opinion, suppression would certainly be unwise. But we should claim the right to suppress them if necessary even by force; for it may easily turn out that they are not prepared to meet us on the level of rational argument, but begin by denouncing all argument; they may forbid their followers to listen to rational argument, because it is deceptive, and teach them to answer arguments by the use of their fists or pistols. We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right to not tolerate the intolerant."

This quote says that we should only be intolerant of the intolerant when the intolerent group refuses rational debate, refuses arguments you might give, and respond with violence. Not that any idea that we find intolerant should be rapidly shut down. Otherwise, one becomes the type of intolerant warned about, the type that won't hear out the other side and only listens to things that support them

Likewise, you have Blood is thicker than water being twisted to the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb (which is not the original version by the way). Something that went from that no matter the distance or the time, you will still have a connection to your family, to friends are what matter more than your family.

There a whole host of sayings added to or cut away from in order to fit the narrative people want to spin (and usually they pedal them as being the true version which again, kinda ticks me off)

Jack of all trades, master of none, is oftentimes better than master of one, is an invention of recently, with master of one portion being added on. (There are a lot that have things added on actually.)

But if people in the real world do this, then you should also have your characters do this in some shape or form

And I will probably come back to this later because my laptop is about to die and i need to go get groceries

[thenewfuture]

...probably best to leave Miaya alone for now. how are Makoto and the others doing? we haven't seen them in a little while.

Future Foundation Ruins... 1:45pm...

"-proven to be extremely dangerous and will need to be supervised at all times. A significant amount of work is required before she can be rehabilitated into society" *Kyoko types away at her laptop*

Are you sure you don't need any ice or something? Aspirin? A pillow?

Hina, I was choked. I'm not having a headache.

I'm just trying to make sure you're okay is all. From what I heard, it was pretty scary.

It was crazy nuts, man. There was nothing I could do.

That doesn't account for much, since you hardly do anything as is.

That's harsh Togami-chi! I'm reliable when it counts!

Zero is still zero. Or are you incapable of doing that much basic math?

Is it too much to ask to go a full 10 minutes without some innate bickering amongst yourselves?

You seem upset Kiri, something bothering you?

Why yes Makoto, there is. Quite a lot actually.

Could be the simple fact that I am risking my job and perhaps my life on individuals who may or not be as cruel and horrid as you say there are, and the fact I have to convince the Foundation of these beliefs of yours when in the last few days alone they tried to attack each other, verbally and physically, and today when one of them nearly CHOKED YOU OUT! And you, seem perfectly fine with all this!

............

I apologize... I didn't mean to get upset at you... I'm just tired, I need a break...

No. I'm sorry you're all going through this.

This was my mistake, my mission. You all shouldn't have to worry about jeopardizing yourselves just for my sake. If you guys want to quit, leave, feel free to do so. I'm not forcing you to.

Makoto, don't be an idiot now. I'm not leaving, none of us are.

You're completely helpless without and I can't imagine you flopping about trying to salvage this mess on your own.

Byakuya's right, even if it is hidden behind those smug, sarcastic words of his.

I'd face a hundred Kyousuke's for you, and then some!

Yeah, you're my little buddy. I can't let you down now!

And while I am extremely tired and busy, I can safely go through with this...

...because there's no doubt in my mind that you'd do the same for us in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Heh heh, thanks guys. What did I do to deserve friends like you?

[marky-iplier]

Make a fic about the plumber, PLEASE. I am CRAVING it.

Here u go :D Enjoy!

Plumber Friend (Plumber!Mark x reader)

Just another Saturday, it was supposed to be a day off but since last night the kitchen sink had been clogged, probably because I forgot to put the strainer back, causing the pipe to be clogged. Luckily, Mark was a plumber. His job was surrounded by pipe and sewage systems. I told him about it and he laughed at my face, well, not hysterically because he knew it'd be too mean of him if he did that. 

He was a friend of mine, I remembered when he asked me out on a date with his working outfit on, making that pickup line relating to his job. It wasn't a good idea to ask your friend on a date but either way, it was a funny pick-up line.

I looked at my watch while standing patiently at my front door. Knock knock. 

There we go. I reached for the door handle and opened it, getting greeted by the plumber himself, his mustache as always stood out the most in my eyes, "Your pipe is clogged?" I was getting flashbacks when he asked me out on a date, good God.

"Yep, god, hearing those words is still haunting me to this day," I said as I let him into my apartment. He just chuckled, "Getting a flashback to our first date?" He opened up the cabinet under the sink, revealing the pipe under the sink.

"Don't ever bring that up," I threatened while taking a sip of my coffee. He just rolled his eyes playfully and inspected the pipe, "It shouldn't be long for me to unclog it, probably a few minutes or so."

"I see. I'll be in my living room, continuing my thesis," I said. I went to my living room where all the scattered paper, books, and my laptop were. I was so close to finishing my master's degree, but after a few years, finally.

A few minutes later, I was looking through the books I had picked out from the library for my thesis, "Hey, your pipe is fixed. Is there anything else that you need help with?"

"No, I think that's all? How much for all?" I got up from my sitting position, "I'll give you a discount if you want to go on another date with me." I looked at him in disgust. He just laughed, "No, no I'm joking. It'll be $100 dollars."

"Wow, your jokes are so funny," I sarcastically said after grabbing my wallet from the drawer on the end table beside my couch.

"Awe, come on, Y/n. You know you like my jokes." He leaned on the wall while crossing his arms against his chest, "You also like my sarcasm so that makes us equal then." I lent him a hundred-dollar bill and he gracefully accepted it, 

"Fair enough. I always enjoy seeing you all pissed off, I'm not sure why but it's just funny to see your face and reaction," he teased. I got up and led him to the front door, "Yeah, sure." Sure, he looked handsome and all. His body was my type but there was no way in hell I was going to date him again after the first one,

"In all seriousness, we should hang out often, as friends, of course. I can ask my other friends and you can bring yours too if you don't want to make it awkward. I can tell the work for your thesis must've been tiring for you," he said softly. He stepped out of the door. I thought for a moment, he was right. I was so busy with my thesis to the point I rejected many social gatherings, that it made me want to rip my hair out.

"Yeah, you're right. I just want to get my degree faster, that's all." He smiled, "I understand. Just text me if you want to hang out or need someone to talk with. I'm always here for you, okay?" Fuck it. I wrapped my arms around him. He didn't seem to expect that at all. 

He seemed hesitant at first but his hands slowly reached my back, hugging me.

"Thank you. I appreciate that a lot,"

"Of course. I'm still your friend. That's what friends are supposed to do."