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Recently I saw one of those "dsmp but most of them are kids and the plot is them playing pretend" and I think this has some very funny implications about Techno not admitting to the family dynamic
Techno: And I'm gonna fucking... Blow up L'manburg!!
Tommy: You can't!! I'm your brother and I'm gonna tell Phil and you're gonna get in trouble!!
Techno: Well then you're not my brother here!! And I also have power infinity and 50 withers!!!
The twins of luck
If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you Tell me, baby, why do you seem so blue? [My main gift for @bbjkrss-blog as part of MASHoles holiday gift exchange.]
hey hey hey!! im definitely back in my hunger games era too— sejanus is literally the love of my life😻 I was wondering if you could write something about snow having to basically force sejanus into asking out reader (shy pookie🥹) and it’s just fluff
if not that’s perfectly fine!! thank you so so much <33
There’s no actual asking out in this one, but I’ll happily write a part two!!
Sejanus Plinth was the closest thing Coriolanus had to a best friend, despite the fact that he’d never admit that to anyone. The boy was kind, thoughtful, smart, a whole laundry list of good qualities that seemed slightly buried under the fact that he was an upstart. Maybe all those good qualities are cultivated in the districts, because Coryo couldn’t think of many other students at the academy who shared Sejanus’s attributes.
Except for you, of course, with your sweet smiles and kind words and exceptional brain, but your cunning and determination to come out on top was all capital. Sejanus was head over heels for you, anyone could see, and everyone did see, if the snickers from Arachne and Festus were to be trusted. Sejanus would never say anything, though, would never make a move, because it seems like his entire brain shuts down whenever you’re near, reducing him to a stuttering, blushing mess.
Coryo had tried his best to let his friend handle it on his own, but there are only so many times he can watch Sejanus’s failed attempts at small talk with you before he considers never coming back to school, if only so he won’t need to pat Sejanus on the back and tell him he did great. After months and months of standing on the sidelines and whispering encouragement, he was taking matters into his own hands.
Walking out of the academy building side by side with Sejanus, Coryo was unsurprised to hear the crunch of footsteps running up behind them, trying to catch up.
“Sejanus!” You called out once you were close enough not to shout for all of the capital to hear, rushing the rest of the way when the boys stop and turn. You're out of breath but grinning, in the middle of shrugging your bag off of your shoulder.
“I found that book you wanted, but I definitely wasn’t supposed to take it out of the library so please be super careful,” you tell Sejanus with a smile, arm outstretched with the aforementioned book in your hand. Your smile falls though as the boy's face clouds with confusion, brows drawing down and a slight pout forming on his lips.
“I didn’t ask for a book,” Sejanus says, too deep into his confusion to be nervous to speak to you and too desperate to remedy the crestfallen expression on your face to realize Coryo was slowly inching away.
“Coryo said you needed it, asked if I could bring it to you,” you explain, the book falling limp in your hand. The two of you turn your attention to the blond boy, who’s only made it a few steps away from you. He shrugs, the picture of innocence and nonchalance, before turning and heading on his way, not even giving you or Sejanus the opportunity to say anything more, let alone goodbye.
“I can take it, though, so you don’t get in trouble,” Sejanus offers after a few seconds of silence, cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink from more than just the chill in the air.
“That’s alright, I’ll just bring it back tomorrow,” you stuff the book into your bag before slinging it back onto your shoulders and smiling at Sejanus, grin growing wider when he smiles back.
“Let me walk you home? It gets dark so quickly now and I don’t want you to have any trouble, with the stolen book and all,” he rambles, trying and failing to be casual, but he’s earnest and funny without even trying and really, you’d do anything to spend just a few more minutes with him.
The two of you walk home, hands swinging and dangerously close to touching, and the more you talk, the more Sejanus’s nerves seem to melt away. Sure, he’s still a little nervous and finds you delightfully intimidating, but he’s able to make his way through conversations and he even makes you laugh a few times, a sound he wants to bottle up and listen to for the rest of his life.
Once you reach your door, though, and you press a kiss to his cheek to thank him for taking you home, he’s right back at square one, a blushing mess that takes a minute to process what had happened on your doorstep before he’s able to move again, and all he’s able to think about for the rest of the night is you and what he needs to do for you to kiss him again.
so much love ♡♡♡ (trans)
SOMEONE SHOW THIS TO JIMIN RIGHT NOOOOW!!! | Cr twt vivicheng0413
when you’re feeling too much love to fit into your heart hand
Found somth i made a few weeks ago
lil student twilight wants to ask u a question
If they won't interact much in canon then I'll make my own interactions ✨🎀 (lines taken from Pokemon Masters, I just clipped them together ❤️ )
u said u wanted requests for blurbs so ermmm
how about reader comforting ellie after she's had a shitty/stressful day? like cuddling, kissing, massages, etc. all that fluffy stuff? (modern au or just tlou universe in jackson is fine)
heyyy thank you for this sweet request! i wrote it to be vague, so it can be taken as being part of any universe <3
*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: ellie x reader
*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw, mention of weed. pure fluff
*･゜ﾟ･* length: 0.8k
passing the threshold of the door, your gaze falls on an empty room. that was unusual; normally, your girlfriend was always there to greet you. she’d plant a kiss on you before you had time to compute, peppered smooches along your cheek as she questioned how your day had been.
you shuck your jacket and shoes off, dropping your bag to one side and allowing the door to gently shut behind you. you take a few steps forward, calling out a soft, “hello?”
“hey,” comes your unenthusiastic reply, ellie’s voice muffled through the bathroom door. “sorry. won’t be long.”
your heart falls a little at her tone of voice, a pang of worry in your stomach. still, you try your best to not let it eat at you, flipping a movie from her DVD collection on and settling yourself atop the bed.
ellie emerges a few long moments later, dressed comfortably, choppy strands of hair falling damp around her face. she sniffs before plopping down at the side of you, rubbing at her eye.
knowing something’s not quite right, you sidle up slowly, placing a kiss on her clothed shoulder before resting your chin there. upon examining her profile, she looks exhausted; face drained of color, heavy purple setting in underneath her eyes.
“you okay?” you ask gingerly, arm wrapping around hers.
she turns to meet your eyes, offering a slow blink and half-hearted nod in response. you know her, and you know that means, ‘no, but i don’t really want to talk about it.’
so, you readjust yourself, outstretch an arm as you gesture your head. she nods again, letting out a breath as she sinks down onto your chest. you were always like that — communicating without words. they weren’t necessary all of the time. she knew what you needed, you knew what she needed.
your legs part, allowing ellie to properly make herself comfortable. the top half of her drapes over you, your hand automatically snaking down the back of her hoodie. she lets out a tiny, content hum as your fingertips smooth over her skin, nails catching soothingly.
“you shouldn’t sleep with wet hair,” you tease gently, free hand picking up a tendril and rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. “you’ll get a cold.”
ellie lets out a light grunt, looking up at an angle. “nu-uh. that’s an old wive’s tale.”
you pull a face. “must have come from somewhere.”
“somewhere stupid,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm further around you and burying the bottom half of her face into your sweater. you chuckle, moving your hand from her hair to stroke at her temple.
a quiet beat passes, your girlfriend’s eyes falling shut at the languid movement, before you carefully break it. you didn’t want to push her, but it was eating at you. “you sure you’re alright?”
she draws out another breath, shuffling slightly. “mm-hmm. just… had a really shitty day.”
humming sympathetically, you shift your hand from her face, giving her cheek a final brush on the way out. her brow furrows a little at the loss of contact, puppy eyes half-opening to question it until you move lower. your fingers find the hem of her hoodie, tugging it upwards alongside the t-shirt underneath.
“trying to get me while i’m sad, huh?” she smirks, tired eyes lacking their usual spark.
you tut, eyes rolling fondly. “trying to get at your back, idiot.”
“you’ll try anything,” she jokes quietly, sitting up a little and half-undressing herself before returning to her original position. your fingers easily find the smooth expanse of skin, ellie fidgeting as she recalls how she was laid.
you stay like that in comfortable silence, allowing both of your breathings to slow as you caress and scratch over her back. the movie falls thoroughly forgotten, your concentration on the way ellie’s heart beats steadily into your body, the way she twitches when you prod gently at a sore spot between her shoulder blades.
“love you.” you didn’t particularly mean to say it out loud, but you were thinking it compulsively. you always did.
she squeezes you a little in response, lifting her head up and pecking the side of your mouth. “love you the most.”
your eyes meet hers, holding the contact. she’d always had a way of looking at you, even when you first met. she looked at you like she saw you, was taking in every detail she could. maybe somehow knew things about you even you didn’t yet.
you lean in, capturing her lips properly. it’s gentle, languid — comfortable as your mouths move against one another, her hand coming up to rest at your jaw.
giving her a final peck before pulling back, you rest your forehead on hers. you run a hand through the side of her hair, voice quiet with an amused smile. “wanna get high and make out for, like… several hours?”
she perks up at that.
Big and spiky fluffy <3
