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[zodiacs-web]

Hi I'm Zodiac and I'll be your writer for today!!

𖥔 This blog ain't spoiler free and its multi-fandom as well.

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lol, so I got kicked off the wifi and I need 40 dollars to pay my phone bill in the next few days; I wont. e able to post or do art or contact anyone at all unless I get this sorted asap.

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[zodiacs-web]

Hello! If you are still writing for Record of Ragnarok can I request headcanons of Shiva, Jack The Ripper, and Buddha (sep) teaching their s/o how to dance?

I'm so sorry I don't write for Record of Ragnarok as I've lost interest in a while back

[koizzuis]

It’s cold!

Hero X (Bai Xizhuang) / reader (gn)

content: fluff, clingy reader, established relationship, somewhat proofread

wc: 515

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It was cold…too cold! You were shivering

blankets not even helping you. The worst part, Bai Xizhuang wasn’t there to help you warm up!

This day was especially cold, almost reaching to the negative. Bai Xizhuang left for work, and told you that he would be working overtime. You were staying home as it was your day off. And while he was gone, you huddled yourself up with blankets to keep warm. Though that didn’t help much. You made hot drinks to warm you up—your tongue burning because of it. You also took a hot bath to stay warm.

But it all didn’t really help…not that much. By the time it was night, you were shivering underneath the covers. The blanket on you didn’t do much. And you were missing how warm Bai Xizhuang was. This had you

Reaching for your phone, you went and called Bai Xizhuang. After a few seconds, he picked up the call.

“Bai Xizhuang…?” You mumble.

“Yes?”

“Can you come home, please?” You ask, “I’m freezing, and I miss you too…”

“Right now? I still need to work.” He tells you from the other line.

“Please—I’m going to die if I don’t get warmed up!” You plead with him.

“…fine, but wait for a few minutes…I’ll be done.” Bai Xizhuang chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” You soon hung up.

And when you hung up, you already were waiting for him to come back. Even when the cold was killing you, it would be worth it for Bai Xizhuang. He just needed to finish his other work, then he would come home.

And after a few minutes, the sound of a snap abruptly came. That noise was already familiar to you, one that the top hero makes: your lover.

Bai Xizhuang drops his bag on the floor, walking over to you.

“I’m home,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.

“Lay down already, it’s too cold.” You whined.

Your hands tried pulling him into the bed, which he moved away before you could.

“I need to change out of my clothes and wash up,” Bai Xizhuang told you, “don’t be so impatient.”

“Fine..”

He takes off his clothes, bringing in his pajamas and a towel to shower. Though you weren’t that impatient, it was just today that you needed him (being too cold). Pathetically, you just cover yourself in more blankets. After a while, Bai Xizhuang came back in the bedroom—wearing blue-striped pajamas.

“Bai Xizhuang—come now.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him into the bed.

Your arms wrapped around him, cuddling Bai Xizhuang. His warmth engulfs you—having something to help you get comfy. Though it was abrupt, he knew how impatient you were. And there was no way getting out of your embrace.

“You’re being clingy,” Bai Xizhuang sighs, yet still accepting your hug.

“Don’t care,” you mumble.

Throughout the night, you clung onto him—all over him. Bai Xizhuang lets you be, his arm hung over your body. The cold night didn’t affect you much anymore, having him there to keep you warm.

[koizzuis]

Hi Hi, hope I'm not annoying :D

I saw that ur reqs r open, so I wanted to request smth for my pookie Hero X

With a quiet and shy fem!reader, making out if u know what I mean >:}, maybe suggestive if u don't mind, but nothing nsfw, and if u don't mind, can u make it a long fic, no not too long, but not like a short fic too, sorry if this is too much, I don't mind headcanons if that's easier for you

Sorry if this is too much, ignore this if u want, it's oki

Take care 👍

Kissing with Hero X

Hero X / Reader (gn, leaning fem)

Content: suggestive(?), shy!reader, tease!Hero X, ooc?Hero X, making out, established relationship

Note: this might be a bit short because I didn’t have any ideas to make it longer!!

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• For sure, X would mess around with you when you’re shy about it

• He’d definitely play dumb to your indirect requests, feigning ignorance to what you want (unsure if I wrote it in)

• X would leave pecks near your lips but never doing it to provoke you

• It’s only until you actually say it that he’ll end up making out with you (he wants to hear it from you)

“X…” you mumble, eyes looking everywhere but his face.

Both you and X sat on his bed, somewhat facing each other. Your hands grabbed the hem of your clothes, anxiously waiting for him to make the first move. X knowing you well, wouldn’t dare to do it first—nor ask him to make out directly.

His hand raised to your cheek, turning your head to face him while he leaned closer. Internally, you already were freaking out—unsure of what to do. Even though you and him had made out before, you were still flustered at the thought of it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sighed, “no need to be shy.”

“I know…but—“ you try and speak—shutting up at the peck of his lips barely next to yours.

He let out a soft laugh, seeing you fluster up at a single kiss. Your reactions were everything he wanted to see, the way you would always end up such a nervous mess. It never seemed to end for him, always taking in your expressions.

“Oh, that’s adorable.” He lets out, his eyes taking in every detail of your flustered face.

This only made you more embarrassed, your hands immediately going to cover your face. Though it doesn’t help as he pulls them away from your face, giving you another kiss on your cheek.

He knows what you want. You’ve been anticipating for him to do it first. Yet he doesn’t. X wants to hear you tell it directly to him, hear your voice make it clear that you want it to happen.

“X—don’t act like that…” you say sheepishly.

“I thought that’s what you wanted me to do, isn’t it?” X asked you, playing dumb.

“I—no…” you stammer your words, unable to say them properly without getting even more embarrassed.

He ends up leaving more kisses that were almost close to your lips, just teasing you there. Although you like what X was doing, you wanted more from him. It was obvious that you wanted him to do more, your face most evident. You knew that if you didn’t say anything, this would continue on forever!

“X, please…can we make out…?” You managed to ask.

As you say it, X finally gives you what you want. He pulls you in—lips already on your own. At first, it’s quite careless (which was expected) with how you both try to keep up with each other. Eventually, it becomes easier to do it—becoming passionate. His tongue easily slipping In between your lips. Your hands travel up to his blue striped pajamas, clinging onto them. Both your bodies felt hot being pressed together—heat radiating through. You wanted this to keep going—chasing those exact feelings that overwhelmed you in the first place.

Everything felt surreal, that you still couldn’t believe this happened. Even seeing someone in the act had you completely bashful. So making out with X could easily cause you to faint.

You both pull back after a few minutes, panting from the long kiss—you still refusing to take a glance at him. You were still trying to catch your breath, but X seemed already done.

“(Name), do you want to keep going?” He asks you, making sure you want more.

“Yes…” You nod your head, wanting it more.

Like last time, you didn’t want things like this to end. For X, he doesn’t want this to end either. There were no intentions of stopping right now. And once again, you both pull each other close.

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TLDR: Black NB currently living with their partner in a toxic household needs help affording bills & detergent until they find work.

Hi there, me and my partner were unhoused late December and are now living in a simewhat toxic situation while we both try to get back on our feet.

Atm I am waiting to hear back from a job rehabilitation place in hopes to find work that accomodates my needs both mentally and physically.

I currently rely on donations and commissions to make income and make ends meet when EBT ether isn available/is empty/doesn cove what me and my partner need.

Atm I would greatly appreciate help to get detergent, pay off the rest of my loan to cashapp, and to maybe pay off onw of my credit cards.

the total should be about 300, and again i have commissions open.

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[holoshift]

20/300

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45/300 ty

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hi were being screamed at for using our ebt to buy groceries for the house w/o 'permission' and threatened with our housing, please continue boosting

[sweetpeachesandhoney]

Of Peace and Virtue

Part 2 Part 3

Overview:

Left to bleed out and die a slow death by his father's hands, Kwei succumbs to the pull of slumber and blacks out. What he wakes up to isn't what he expects.

Kwei x Gn! Reader

A/N: I guess since basically nobody else is doing this, I'LL make some Kwei oneshots.

I've only seen the movie twice and Kwei is very funny to me. He seems so much quieter than Dek, and just… calm for a Yautja in general? I guess it's normal considering the other movies. Seeing him slap Dek around was also fun.

Possibly ooc…?

TW: some yautja blood :3 mc smacks Kwei and gets the intimidation treatment. also mentions of a severed arm :3

WORD COUNT : 5,485 (I got carried away)

Pain was a familiar to Kwei.

He's recalled pain through the stories scrawled and written across his body in scars. Three-clawed slashes from dangerous creatures. Broken skin healed over from traps set by Yautja of other clans, usually bad bloods. Scars from prey that escaped him. Scars from those that lined the walls of his ship's trophy room. He could recall each prickle and red-hot scalding stab of pain he's felt from a single glance. Kwei has felt so much before.

But nothing like this.

The dull, bottomless, helplessly growing ache in his chest that came with holding his own blade against his brother's throat. The same blade that sliced cleanly through flesh and set blood free from the confines of skin and muscle.

His fondness for Dek had done this to him. Had it been any other Yautja ordered to do this, they would've sliced Dek's head off in a heartbeat.

Watching the panicked, almost pleading, disbelieving gaze etched onto Dek's petrified features only deepened the sinkhole that opened in his stomach. His brother's mandibles had flared out in snarls and loud growling shrieks… but Kwei knew better. His growls weren't a warning to Kwei. They were cries for mercy— a concept shown by next to no Yautja. Worthy prey was hunted. Yautja were predators to all.

And above all else, weakness was not tolerated among their kind.

Fragility was not accepted. The frail and feeble were cast aside.

Yet Kwei could not stand the thought of doing the same to his very own brother. Dek, who stuck his neck out for him, even when they were stupid children. His brother, who lost a fang saving him from a deadly children's toy. The one who stood beside him longer than their father had ever been around.

Kwei disobeyed his father. He raised his own blade against him and sent Dek away. Far away— to Genna, where he could hunt and bring back his trophy. He would honor the family. Him. Kwei.

"Bring it back home," Kwei had said, clutching his severed arm to his chest before saving his brother from Njohrr. His memory would be honored by Dek's Kalisk trophy.

Now he was here. Fighting off the call of dhi'ki-de just long enough for him to watch his ship disappear into the sky. It was an honor in itself, wasn't it? He felt that it was. Dek would be safe inside of his ship. The cruel, harsh lands of Genna would test his brother, but that little runt was nothing if not resilient. A good fighter, a good hunter…. a good Yautja. Dek would be a good Yautja. Maybe Genna would whip the stubborn, ignorant arrogance out of him, and whip some common sense in.

An airy chuckle slipped from his mouth. Blood followed shortly after, speckling the insides of his mandibles with green, glowing blood. This pain didn't matter at all. Not when Dek was out of Njohrr's grasp.

Kwei could die like this… really, he could.

He was content knowing he protected his brother.

He was at peace.

The Yautja laid out on the padded medical table is… big, to say the least. But your ship told you that he was rather average for a Yautja. It made you wonder if he was an Elite yet or just a blooded hunter. Unless you could see his trophies, then you'll refrain from putting too many labels on him.

…Armor makes you think of Elite. Just not quite Elder status since he's clearly got some youth to him. That, and the lack of accessories you've seen elders adorned with.

But blooded also makes sense— you're getting off track!

You tentatively glanced at his severed arm. Technically, you could reattach it. What irked you was the damage. It was badly burned. So you were going to do the easier thing and give him a new one. If you kept the lopped off limb in some Weyland Yutani Corporation Regenerative Juices ™, they might make a dent in the damaged flesh.

You hoped it did. You didn't want to be on the receiving end of a Yautja's wrath.

All of his armor was set aside in preparation for your little operation. What he was left in were some plain fabric clothes. Simple enough to protect him from the elements, and practical for his armor.

Plasma cannon! Cool. These were one of the weapons you never got the chance to see up close without the fear of three dots locking onto your form. The metal was smooth to the touch and had an appropriate weight to it.

Your eyes flitted back to the Yautja as he shifted. You held your breath for a moment— had the anesthesia seriously worn off already?

Fortunately, it hadn't, and he settled rather quickly, his head gently lulling to the other side. His dreadlocks fell away to expose the rest of his neckline, where lighter lines alerted you of scars long healed over. The 'hair' on his head interested you more than the scars. They were considerably thinner compared to the thick, hefty ones you've seen in your few encounters with Yautja warriors. Some had them, some didn't. They were just as varied as humans were, in all honesty.

His shoulder guards and arm gauntlets were placed beside it. As were his weapons. In reach, if he suddenly decided to bypass a bunch of drugs meant to keep him unconscious and numb and beat your ass. No point in locking his stuff up— you'd love to keep your head on your shoulders instead of pissing him off.

With all of his things taken care of, you did one final sweep to check his injuries. Most of them healed rapidly thanks to your ship's immaculate medical abilities. You'd be absolutely screwed without them. As you ran your hands carefully over the healed wounds, you took note of how hot he ran. You weren't worried that he was running a fever— more so curious as to why his body radiated such heat. To add onto your many satisfied curiosities, you found that his skin was an odd mixture of roughly textured and smooth skin. Almost like an alligator's hide with a lot more give. The color, a reddish-brown, was deep, with lighter hues around the center of his face.

And his face… he had a strong set of mandibles on him. It felt strange, viewing a Yautja so closely. They weren't a species known for being friendly and outspoken. No, they… they were private. Secluded, only venturing the vast universe for hunts. You heard they reserved their faces for family and, in rare cases, worthy opponents. His fangs were big. A quick comparison told you that they were larger than your pointer fingers.

The Yautja took a particularly deep breath, his exhale lightly shaking his mandibles in his medically induced slumber.

"Excuse me for just a second," you murmured under your breath, removing the last bit of armor he had. It was a simple neck piece that slipped beneath the rest of his shirt, the former of which you promptly whisked away. "I've got to make sure nothing pokes you while you shift around."

His muscles were firm. He could crack your head like an egg with his remaining arm if he wanted.

Then again, couldn't all Yautja do that to you?

Ah, right, you had a job to do. Weyland should've killed you by now for your thoughts. They always had a mind of your own and ran on for far too long.

You gently moved his dreadlocks out of the way so they didn't catch on the metal tools you had set out. But with how heavily sedated he was, and how much blood he lost, you weren't too worried about him waking up anytime soon. Whatever cut his arm off ended up cauterizing some of the marred flesh. It prevented him from bleeding out right away.

A soft sigh fell past your lips, your gaze sweeping over his form.

"Who did you piss off, big guy…?"

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, getting straight to work on attaching his new arm. Yautja weapons were no joke. They used some sort of laser technology for a lot of their shit. This clean slice was clearly done by a blade.

It took you hours to connect this refined prototype of yours. The ship's advanced medical systems found the nerves and muscles you could work with. The cauterized wounds had to be reopened for the new cybernetic augmentation. Flexible, durable, and strong. Weyland Yutani lost a good synth technician. Or an insane one. You liked brushes with death a little too much for your own good.

The time it took was worth it. It made you feel better about yourself that you relied mostly on your own handiwork instead of letting the robotic little pinchers take over and do your work for you. You weren't going to be like those assholes at Weyland who could repair busted synths in a matter of seconds. You were human. You made things more complicated for yourself because you could.

Besides, when are you going to get the chance to simply observe a Yautja like this again?

Kwei doesn't wake up like he thought he would.

Last he checked, he was crumpled up and discarded in his desert biome of a home, trying to ignore the call of dhi'ki-de

So, what in Paya's name was he doing on a medical bed?

It was like bags of lead were set all over his body to keep him from moving. Even blinking took more effort than it normally would've. Kwei's mandibles spread out gently, almost like he were stretching them, before settling flat against his mouth. He was able to glance around once his eyes fully adjusted to the dim lighting of the medical room.

It was unlike his own ship. Cooler tones and sleeker designs, although clearly the interior has seen better days.

Kwei's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. With each second that passed, he felt the weight easing from his abdomen. Whatever made him so numb and limp was swiftly leaving his system.

His yellow eyes landed on a figure's back. Small, too small to be a Yautja. Smooth skin, a body not fit for constant fighting. It was a human. Kwei knew one when he saw one. They were… annoyingly persistent. In the few trips he's made to earth, Kwei had claimed a few skulls for his own trophy wall. They were good prey and good warriors. He's never been disappointed during his fights.

Most traveling humans had translators in their ships, didn't they? The smart ones, if he remembered correctly.

"Ooman," Kwei slowly spoke, his clicks and murmurs taking on a slightly raspy edge. He must've swallowed half of Yautja Prime's deserts from how scratchy his throat was. "Release me."

You glanced over your shoulder at the sound of his voice. It was deep, not that you expected anything less.

"Huh. You woke up quick…" You swiveled around in your chair, arms folded across your chest. "You're not restrained. I'm not trying to experiment on you or anything like that… just wanted to make sure you didn't die when I found you. You alright?"

He failed to answer. Kwei glanced down at his body. True to your word, he wasn't restrained. He also wasn't without an arm anymore, which stunned him. Here he was thinking that he was experiencing the fabled "phantom pain" he's heard from Elders and those who lost limbs during hunts.

He sat up. Quickly— far too quickly.

"Woah, hold on! Not that fast, come on!"

You scrambled out of your chair to reach him, brushing aside the very real danger of any Yautja being approached so rapidly would've folded their assumed aggressor in half like a lawn chair. You might as well be looking death right in the eye while you're doing this.

The only thing that comforted you was that he was still recovering from the affects of your anesthesia. Which means he's going to fall over if he gets up too fast!! Fuck!!

Your hand shot out to steady him, palm pressing against his chest so he didn't fling himself off of the damn table. You didn't exactly have the time to fear the snapping of his mandibles and enraged glower while you prevented him from smashing his face into the other side of the table. Why were Yautja so hard to calm down?!

A deep growl rumbled from him in response to your touch. The message was loud and clear: "Hands Off", which you weren't stupid enough to ignore. You removed your hand from him, your concerned gaze morphing into an annoyed glare. If he kept moving around so carelessly he was bound to damage the goods.

"Be careful," you warned. "I don't want you ripping that thing out after I spent so long putting it on you. I connected it to a lot of your nerves, too."

Once more, he sat himself up, eyes locked onto the new metal arm he had. He saw where flesh met metal, where the material mimicked the appearance of his remaining hand.

Fearlessly, and almost foolishly, you rolled closer on your swivel chair, resting your arms on the busted back where the headrest was supposed to be. You were too focused on his new prosthetic to care. "Try closing your hand. It should work like a normal arm."

Five digits closed into a fist. The sight alone made your heart soar. You did wonderfully.

I'm a genius. And I didn't even need to use the shit they power their synths with. All I needed to use was his blood. You grinned to yourself, leaning closer to get a better look at the movements of his hand and arm. He tested it out and began bending the prosthetic at the elbow. Each digit and knuckle was also stretched and clenched. It barely made any noise at all, which you prided yourself on above all else. It wasn't loud or annoying!

Anyhow, you were glad he was at least paying attention to your hard work. You had already thought about the fact that his weapons would slip from his grasp if the arm was fully metal, so there was added padding around the hand and where his wrist gauntlet was supposed to go. No use in giving him a new arm if it pissed him off.

You couldn't keep your prideful comment to yourself. "Good, isn't it?"

His eyes immediately shot to you when you decided to open your mouth again. What, he didn't like the way you spoke Yautja?

You rested your chin on crossed arms as you regarded him fully. He was strangely good-looking. Pah, you're looking into things too much. You've basically stared at him for the past few hours. Of course you've gotten used to his features.

"Why am I here?"

"Hmph. I found you bleeding out when I was exploring."

He squinted at you, as if silently asking why you were doing that in the first place. With a soft sigh, you elaborated further.

"Yautja Prime has useful plants when it comes to making medicinal ointments. I figured I'd be able to find something more resilient if I checked on the drier regions of this place. I guess I did find something tough…" You shook the thought out of your head before you asked something you could end up regretting. "What's your name, anyway?"

He had a very serious look now that he was awake. Then again, when weren't Yautja serious? He was the picture of a seasoned hunter. Minus the part about being in pieces when you found him. His hardened features, furrowed, hairless brows, and a scowl. That's a hunter right there. A killer.

So how come the heat in his eyes lacked the lethal hostility Yautja commonly held within them? The kind you were used to seeing wasn't particularly present within him. Perhaps he had more important matters on his mind.

Seeing that he wasn't in the mood to go first, you introduced yourself casually after returning to your seat. He processed it, head cocking to the side subtly, mandibles lifting.

You gestured to him. "There, you've got my name. I'd like to know yours. It's the least you could do after I patched you up."

"Kwei," he finally said, posture still stiff and rigid as a board. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if a wrench would break if you whacked him over the head with it.

Uncomfortable? You internally mused, keeping your eyes on him and your thoughts to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Kwei. You're good at recovering."

Your ship, your rules. You're not going to peel your eyes off of him like a fool. You aren't that stupid. Worst case scenario— you inject him with some more sedatives and toss him back where you found him.

Still… I can't blame him. He probably thought he was as good as dead when he got it ripped off of him.

Now he was so full of… life. Square shoulders, broad frame, and a power that was left unspoken. The power imbalance was apparent here. You gave him what he was missing only hours ago. An upper hand. Any human who had a proper sense of self-preservation would've double-tapped him or ran the other way. You liked doing weird things for humans and other humanoids alike. What use was your skill if you didn't spread your knowledge and technology?

"Why did you save me?" he asked, having had his fill of your blatant staring.

Crossing one leg over the other, you told him why you did what you did. You'd have the same answers if you were in his position. "I wanted to. It's not very fun seeing others bleed out on the floor alone."

He then lifted his prosthetic arm, simply uttering a "Why?" through strong mandibles.

"Because I wanted to. I knew I could save you. By the way, if you still want your actual arm, I've got it sitting in some fluids that will hopefully heal some of the damages."

You pushed yourself across the room while in your swiveling chair. It's the most dangerous thing you've actually got on your ship since you never strap it down, meaning whoever sits in it during takeoff is just asking to die.

Kwei watched as you pulled a cloth away from a covered cylinder. Beneath it, through thick glass, was his severed arm, suspended in a thick blue liquid.

You left it uncovered and returned to the side of the medical bed. "Careful standing up. I might have to get you something sweet. Blood loss and all."

He stood up, which you raised an eyebrow at, and started to put his armor back on. Shoulder guards, wrist gauntlet, a sling of explosives, the collapsible long sword— the whole shebang. You'd think he's getting ready to kill someone. Whoever wronged him, presumably.

Watching him suit up was a good reward for all your hard work. He was quick with it, too. So you took it all in. The movements of a Yautja suiting back up. Each movement had purpose. Every strap that was tightened— all the mechanisms locking into place and armor seemingly melding against one another as he got himself all fitted out.

Eventually, Kwei noticed one of his items was missing. He slowly turned to you, and good lord, were his eyes very telling.

You stared right back at him to try and figure out what was missing.

Neck armor. You set it aside since it was literally soaked with that bio-luminescent green blood of his. You reached over to the nearby counter you set it on and tossed it over. "Here. That's the only one I had to move away. Happy?"

He said nothing the entire time he assessed all of his belongings. Checking if you took anything for yourself, if you hid a weapon of his to use against him, all of that petty nonsense. If he had some common sense about humans, he'd know that a lot of them didn't have the balls to mess with Yautja.

There wasn't a need for him to say "don't touch my things" again. That one look from him was your only warning.

Still, you explained yourself. You'd talk for the both of you. You got back to your feet, grabbing a nearby bowl of snacks to eat from while you watched him do his thing. Yautja were so interesting. You'd observe him like a performer on the side of the street at this point. "I had to move it because it'd mess with my scanners. Don't get your panties in a twist. And here, have this for being a good patient."

You stuck a dried apricot into his mouth without much warning, not caring if he swallowed or spat it out. He flinched immediately and snarled at you. You cackled and ripped your hand away before he could grab it and break it.

"Eat it!" You encouraged, popping the dried stone fruit into your mouth to show him it was safe. "We use it to help those who donate their blood. It's the least sweet fruit I've got on my ship right now. Drink some water, too."

You offered him his water skin back. He took it, none too kindly, but the tension in his shoulders you saw before had lessened.

After he drank, he refocused on you. Was he sizing you up? The hell are you going to do to him? Pull on one of his dreadlocks? Slap him?

Kwei let out a sound suspiciously similar to a huff and stalked away, turning on his heel to lean back against the counter you kept your supplies at. He crossed his arms—

Only to let out a hiss of pain. His new prosthetic arm had smacked against the side of the cabinet when he folded his arms over his chest. You approached him again, already grabbing at the metal to see what was wrong with it. Kwei didn't flinch away from your touch a second time. No, he watched. Like you did with him, ignoring his glares for you to keep your eyes elsewhere. Kwei observed it all with those light, opaque yellow eyes of his.

Your fluid movements as you inspected the metal arm interested him. So you did this as a job. You were familiar with it, weren't you?

A pyode amedha who worked with things that made others stronger.

A tender fleshed, pudgy, weak and slippery soft-bellied human was helping him. Why?

You were tiny. Smaller than Dek, even.

The reminder momentarily stunned Kwei, allowing you the ample opportunity to fidget with the arm. How could he let it slip from his mind for so long?

You busied yourself with correcting the sensitivity and rambling to Kwei, the one Yautja you were sort of set on pack-bonding wit. This guy was cool.

"Sorry, sometimes it can get kinda sensitive. I'll fix it."

Dek. He needed to return to where his ship used to be. He had to wait for Dek.

"Lift your damn arm. You weigh, like, a ton."

Kwei lifted his arm only to access his gauntlet. A few taps brought up a hologram of his ship's location. Genna. Destination reached. A mock-up of the planet showed a red dot pulsating on one of its continents, showing him that Dek landed on solid ground instead of the sea. Good. That was good.

"Thanks. Can you shift to the side a bit? I need to—"

"I need to return to Yautja Prime. Now."

You paused at his interruption, staring him down for a solid five seconds. "We never left. You can take a look— we're in a cave. Not too far from where I found you, but I know Yautja like killing things that can fight back."

He strode past you, brushing your hand off of his arm, walking around like he owned the ship. "I must go to where I keep my ship. My brother will return there and he isn't aware I survived."

You tagged right along. Trailing behind a Yautja was fun! You couldn't see past this behemoth's hulking form. Your eyes followed each sway of his fleshy dreadlocks as they brushed up against his back.

"Where's your brother? Is he on his blooding ritual?"

He glanced over his shoulder, the slightest twinge of surprise flashing through his features. "You know of it?"

"Ehh… my company sort of required we know about any humanoid species. Anyway, where'd he go? What's his name?"

Kwei took another turn. "You ask too many questions."

"I saved your life."

"I did not ask you too."

I should break his legs. You let out a loud groan. "Come on, I don't even want a repayment. I'm curious."

A guttural rumbling followed your groan. "His name is Dek. I sent him to Genna."

He spotted the cockpit, which he zeroed in on right away. His steps just barely shook the ground, thudding dully through the narrow hallways of your ship. Kwei was comically large compared to your normal-sized halls.

His words registered a second later. You rushed to his side when he planted his ass firmly into the captain's chair. "Wait, what? Did you just say Genna? You sent him to Genna?"

Is he making sure Genna kills him first?!

Kwei's hairless brows furrowed, one arched up in question at your surprise. "Yes. The Death Planet."

"I, I know what Genna is. I think everyone who knows about space knows about Genna."

Genna reminded you of a company you used to work at.

Your eyes flitted to the barely covered up logo on your stolen ship. Weyland liked plastering their corporation everywhere. It was almost on every wall in the ship, which definitely wasn't yours. It was a miracle and a half that you snatched it up from under the company's noses, but it was only because it was an older model they planned to decommission. You ran away from those fools for a reason.

"He definitely shouldn't be there. That's where my old company is," you quickly said, already sliding over to the nearby screen to look up the planet's current coordinates. Kwei, apparently good as new, followed, easily dwarfing your body in order to see what you were doing. "I previously worked for Weyland Yutani. They use alien creatures for weapons and they've dug their claws into that planet for the past two years."

He grunted, glaring at the pitiful controls of the cockpit's monitors and navigation. What a shitty ship. "He's doing his hunt. He won't care about humans. Many of you are pyode."

"I'm not soft," You lied straight to his face.

His shoulders subtly shook with a huff-like laughter. "We call you soft meat for a reason."

Alright, asshole. It was your turn for your brows to raise. "Alright, you got me. What's he hunting?"

"Kalisk," he clicked back.

Eugh.

This time around, you failed at hiding your grimace. Kalisks. Those things were tough creatures and deadly. Last you heard, that's what Weyland Yutani wanted from Genna. A Kalisk specimen to study because of their rumored regenerative powers.

You brought your hand up to your face, rubbing at your temples. Getting there would be a headache. "If you want to go to Genna to see him, then—"

"No," Kwei swiftly cut you off, leaning over you.

When the hell did he stand up? You thought, tilting your head back to look up at him. Oh my god he's fucking huge from here.

"He has to hunt. He needs to return here."

You stared up at him incredulously. He can't seriously be pulling this tactic. An intimidation show? Really? After you fixed his damn arm and kept him from bleeding out? You should pelt him with rocks for his audacity.

Your fingers hovered over the coordinates the ship automatically supplied to you. You slowly brought your hand back down after hearing his wishes. From what you knew about Yautja, they honored the hunt. Like no other. If he doesn't think his brother needs the help, then you definitely shouldn't stick yourself into their business. You've been testing fate and tempting death since you dragged Kwei in here.

Tongue darting over your lips, you relented, switching the screen back to the diagnostics and scans your equipment retrieved from Kwei. If Dek was coming back home with a trophy, it'd be a nice surprise (and relief) for him to see his brother waiting for him.

"…Alright, fine. I won't interrupt on his hunt… but I'm going to monitor what Weyland is doing."

His hunt is one thing. You don't know him yourself, but if Weyland gets involved with Dek to try and profit off Yautja weaponry, that's when you're stepping in. You know humans aren't supposed to have their technology. there's too many of your kind, and a bunch of synths, who would only use it to "better humanity", when in reality, they'd probably start a war using Yautja-made weapons.

"I'll head there if I find out that Weyland is trying to utilize your kind's tech, but I won't stop Dek from doing anything. Is that a deal?"

"…Acceptable," the Yautja decided, mandibles pressing back up against his mouth. He could still taste the subtle tartness that lingered from that fruit you fed him.He's never had anything so sweet before. And he's never had a human force-feed him. "I will stop you from reaching my brother if the need arises."

"If we even go there."

"I would decide. Dek went with my ship. Yours is inferior to Yautja-made designs."

"It's not my creation. I stole it."

He crossed his arms. His flesh hand settled upon the new, cold metal of his new arm. It appeared to weird Kwei out for a split second, as he raised his fingers from the chill. You hadn't gotten the chance to put the final, protective layer over the prosthetic, which would've granted the arm a slightly more realistic feel. You'd let Kwei decide if he wanted the synthetic feel or not.

He seemed to be focused on other things aside from your handiwork. Much to your disappointment. Kwei had leaned over to mess with your navigation.

"You don't exactly have a ship to go there."

"I have yours," Kwei shot back with a tone of finality. Fine, he did have a ship. "I will remain here until my brother returns with the Kalisk."

You smacked his hand away when he attempted to punch in some coordinates. "Cut that out. I've hidden the ship and I don't need you messing with where we are right after you woke up."

He decided to pull that intimidation shit again and stood right up from the captain's chair.

"I know my home planet."

…Maybe the Yautja figured out how to show off to each other a little too well. The intimidation thing was starting to work. The fact that he could pick you up and throw you across the ship also had your resolver wavering.

This is why I can't keep doing kind things. You sourly sat down in the seat beside the captain's chair. Kwei settled back down, eyes roving over the shiny, brand-new prosthetic you so graciously gifted him.

"Ooman."

You let your head fall back against your chair. "I've got a name."

"Pyode."

You glared. "What?"

"You craft limbs… can you craft weapons?"

Your gaze softened at his question. You nodded, sitting up straighter. It wasn't everyday that people asked about what you did for a living. "Yeah. Synths, limbs, and weapons. Picked up on a bit when I had an actual job. Why?"

He took out his long sword, giving a simple flick of his wrist to unsheathe it fully from its retracted state. The sword, almost fully black, sizzled with red-hot energy on the sharp edge of the blade. Kwei held it out to you expectantly.

"My sword was damaged in my last fight. Fix it."

"Prove your worth," is what he's saying.

You grasped the handle, finding it uncomfortable and heavy to hold. Yeah, you weren't made for combat. You were made to rot in a room and make cool cybernetic shit.

"…I thought Yautja weren't supposed to give others their technology."

Kwei turned to face you. His eyes bore into your own for what felt like an eternity. Another smartass comment died on your tongue, and you wondered if his brother dealt with this. The unyielding stare of an older, experienced, firm blooded hunter.

"Fix it," he repeated.

You held his gaze before lowering it, sighing at your own show of submission. He was too good at staring someone down. This really wasn't the whole "my ship my rules" thing you had going on anymore.

Kwei's chest appeared to puff out.

Yours deflated. "…I'll do my best."

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Read. RB. Boost.

hi, im a black mentally ill artist who needs help & support, making it through things as me & my partner try to get back on our feet after being kicked out at a really poor time in late December.

our current living situation isnt the best, I'm not comfortable getting into it but we are threatened almost daily with being kicked out over small things.

I currently need help still with paying off my credit cards & also affording food & necessities when EBT isnt available or runs out.

I offer commissions, custom designs, & adoptables, but I also accept donations.

Anything really helps right now, I just need to make ends meet until I get my intake appointment & find accommodating work.

kofi: ko-fi.com/ioanthe

ppl: [email protected]

cashapp: $batbbit

rbs, comms, donos, etc are appreciated. thanks.

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i havent recieved anything and i need help affording stuff like deodorant and menstural things. please help.

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hii i had to take out another small loan to cover things please help me pay it off.

it is 150 again

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i habent recieved anything and things are only getting worse please help me lol

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its tdov and im a nb black person who is struggling and trying to make ends meet, please consider boosting or donating.

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So my posts lose traction or I dont get the support I need, So again I'm making a new one. My name is Ioanthé, I'm 29 and I have a lot of mental illnesses that make finding a physical job really hard.

I lost my previous job due to having covid along with anxiety so bad I was sick constantly. And I recently became unhoused in December, currently staying with my partners somewhat ok family.

I do not have family of my own to help or reach out to.

I would greatly appreciate some help affording food, bills & necessities for me and my partner while we both try to figure something out.

I would really like to get my credit cards sorted as well seeing as theyre looming over me constantly.

anything helps really, I even do commissions.

p4ylinks:

pp: [email protected]

cshapp: $batbbit

kofi:

Support Io

Support Io

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i owe 157 dollars back from borrowing to get groceries please help

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hi this is only growing to be more urgent. please help

[johnny-depp-is-loved]

I’m barely on TikTok but. Yikes. Be careful y’all

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HEY!

My posts keep losing traction [x x] nd I'm not sure how else to get people to rb boost or otherwise I need to pay off one of my credit cards before it increases on the 17th, I need help w food, and I would really like possibly help having a birthday where I'M NOT stressing about bills or how im going to feed myself and my partner.

Again like always I have commissions open along with a 20% off dicount code for my birthday [Code: BIRTHDAY29]

I also have an amazon wishlist

annnd i guess heres my p4ylinks:

p4yp4l: [email protected]

cashapp: $batbbit

[drst]

Heads up my trans and queer friends, do not participate in this study. Spread the word to stay away;

Skeet from Alejandra Caraballo that says: If you see this, don't participate. It's a rigged study by Lisa Littman and unethical researcher J. Michael Bailey meant to undermine access to care. Spread the word.

[evenmorecrows]

here's an article about this. any statistics of this study are extremely likely to be nitpicked or outright edited for whatever narrative they want to push with it. (specifically, it's likely they're fishing for "evidence" of "rapid-onset gender dysphoria".)

[antisocial-transfag]

These are the autogynephilia guy and the woman who coined "rapid-onset gender dysphoria", btw

[holoshift]

Hey! Do u want cool art n the chance to support a mentally ill black artist? this might be ur chance!

tl;dr: Queer artist making a custom design commission examples + donation post in hopes to get income to support themself and their partner. Art below cut.

My name is Io or Xanthé, I am a multiply mentally ill artist who relies on commissions and donations to have any form of income while I go through the month and a half long process of getting accommodating work.

The main goal is to get my partner and me out of debt and somewhat on our feet enough that we can get our own place and eventually get custody of our cats before the end of the year.

short term goal is to cover food, gas, bills, necessities for us until we both are working. My partner also needs a phone for applying to jobs, and I need new glasses because mine are on the brink of death.

Ppl: [email protected]

Cshapp: $Batbbit

Editing my kofi commission pricing rn but dm if you want it, though I realize adding examples directly to the post might help

a vast majority of these are examples from what I've made in the past:

Pricing may vary based on complexity of request, base price is 50 dollars however :3

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hii pls continue boosting, i have had many posts lose traction and its hard for mr to be on here consistently w how life has been, ty for the rbs otherwise!!!

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literally no progress or anything pls continue boosting

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Please read, rb, boost.

My last post lost traction, and things have changed a lot, In very short, we are in a very toxic living situation, and I'm currently trying to find accommodating work while me and my partner both try to get something sorted to get the fuck out of here ASAP.

I have bills I need to cover along with food and necessities, my phone bill, and my credit card being the two main things that hit me monthly and need to be handled.

I have commissions open still, like always, and I also have adopts being made soon.

rbs appreciated!!

commission link:

kofi & commissions

ppl: [email protected]

cshapp: $batbbit

venmo: ioanthe

[a-devilcat]

A/N: I listened to the song Sticks and Stones by JORDY ft. Charlotte Sands, and this is the result. I am not sorry 🫠🤍

I might do a part 2 ?? Idk, depends if anyone wants it. Uhh leave a reply if you want a part 2 ig lmao

I did have a lot of fun writing this, though, and I am already getting ideas for ways I could continue this, so... ((mischievously rubs hands together like the evil lil Devil-Cat I am)) Go ahead and give me an excuse to write more pathetic, pining X hehe >:3

Honestly might try doing more fics inspired by songs bc I have plenty of songs I could totally write X fics with.

INCLUDES: A songfic I think?? (Does this count? I included some lines of lyrics towards the end, but not many, so idk). X pining (pathetically) for reader. X is downbad for you fr. He's pathetic, we love him. May or may not contain angst (I'm actually sorry, I swear 🙏).

["X" Bai Xizhuang x gn!Reader]

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

Bai Xizhuang hated that saying, perhaps even more than he hated working overtime — because to him, it is so very wrong. Or, at the very least, it has become wrong ever since he met you.

He wasn't usually a sensitive or fearful person. Or, at the very least, he hid any and all sensitivity and fears he had extremely well.

He remained stoic and unfazed in the office, even when his boss would announce that they had overtime, he'd keep his outward expression neutral — despite the raging frustration within him.

And especially when he became 'X', the number one hero, he's made absolutely sure to keep any and all even slightly potential weaknesses carefully hidden behind the façade of casual confidence.

Not that it is entirely a façade because, the truth is, he genuinely believes in himself. He's entirely confident in himself and his abilities. He fully, and honestly, believes that he will win any and all fights or confrontations with just the simple snap(s) of his fingers.

No, that isn't the lie he keeps so carefully hidden behind that casual, perceivably arrogant, confident smirk of his hero self's; or the calm, collected neutral expression of his normal self's.

The lie he is trying so damn desperately to keep hidden is the fact that he has one fatal, glaring vulnerability.

And it's you. It's you, and his own stupid feelings for you.

Your arrival into his life was abrupt; unplanned, unexpected, and unaccounted for. You were like a chaotic and hectic storm; you'd appear, you'd wreak havoc (on his heart and head), then you'd disappear — and all with seemingly no clue of the nearly overwhelming, blinding impact you'd leave on him in your wake.

During this complex, intricate game of chess he's playing with the other heroes' fates, he can't afford any distractions, and especially not any unknown, unpredictable variables — and you are the biggest distraction and unknown, unpredictable variable of them all.

The worst part of it all, though, is the fact you genuinely don't know, nor are you even a remotely bad person. You're flawed, yes, but he loves those flaws. He loves those little imperfections that have made you into the captivating and mesmerizing masterpiece you are today.

X doesn't fear the dangers that being a hero brings. He doesn't really fear the, albeit low, potential that he could get harmed, or worse. He isn't even all that afraid of the, again albeit low, chances that people could find out his true identity.

No, the sole thing he's currently utterly terrified of is that if he tells you how he feels for you, that you won't say it back.

It truly is ridiculous, is it not? He's the top hero, the almighty X, and the only thing that truly scares him is being rejected by you, one out of the billions average, regular people.

Pathetic is probably a more accurate description, he thinks, huh?

Yet, despite his fear, he finds himself becoming increasingly and helplessly drawn to you; like a moth to a flame. He finds himself hoping that you're watching whenever he fights a villain as X, hoping that you're as impressed with his abilities as many others are — your opinion is the only one that really matters to him in the end, after all.

He finds himself wondering if (and secretly hoping) you find his hero form as attractive as many of his own colleagues at his office seem to. Yet, he also finds himself wondering if you do, then would you find his incredibly average, normal self attractive too?

Bai Xizhuang supposes that he truly is pathetic whenever these thoughts begin to consume his mind. He could be at work, typing away on his laptop, and thoughts of you will randomly begin appearing in his mind. Or, worse, he'll be out as X, battling against a villain of some kind, when your face will flash through his mind, and he'll wonder what you're doing in that moment.

He's totally and utterly pathetic for you. Pathetically, hopelessly —dangerously— in love with you.

And that... Oh, that is what truly, completely, and utterly terrifies him.

"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will fucking kill me."

Bai Xizhuang can handle the overtime, even if its unpaid. X can take getting hit by a villain, or even another hero with a grudge against him (There's plenty of them who do, after all). He can take overhearing the way his co-workers talk about his hero self right in front of him without any clue that it's him they're even talking about. He can handle the overwhelming stress, pressure, and weight of all of the top 10's fates in his very own two hands.

None of that frightens him.

"And I could fall a thousand feet, and I know that I'd still be... More afraid of the things you say — Tell me that you're mine, or else I'll pass away!"

No, the only fear the infamous, almighty Hero X has is what you might say if he ever tells you just how much he adores and cherishes you: how much he loves you.

And so, that's why he's come to the conclusion...

... He will never tell you.

He'll continue keeping it inside, despite how painful it is; how much his heart longs for you and only you. Despite how desperate he is to finally say it aloud and hear you say it in return; how desperate he is to hold you and kiss you, to be able to call you his.

Because there's always the chance that you don't feel the same way.

And Bai Xizhuang would rather take unpaid overtime and overhearing his co-workers gossip about his hero self, while X would rather take a punch directly to his handsome face from Queen and handle the fates of her and the rest of the top 10 heroes, than ever take that chance.

"'Cause sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will fucking kill me."

[koizzuis]

Drunk confession

Hero X x Reader (gn : mostly fem)

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Summary: You were heading home after a long day of work, returning to your apartment to find the smell of beer and skewers in the air. There, X had been drinking beer and eating skewers to de-stress.

You could tell that he was drunk…and you knew that you had to take care of him now.

—

You returned from your shift, working a bit overtime. It had been a long day, having to take a bunch of things. It was all exhausting…but you made it through. Now…you were heading back to your apartment, the one where you shared with the top hero: X. You were taking the subway to head home.

Honestly…you never expected to share an apartment with the same guy who managed to defeat everyone in just a few seconds. It was honestly amazing…seeing how capable he was. Even when X was just an ordinary office worker at FOMO, he was so extraordinary…hardworking. Sometimes…you couldn’t help but admire his capabilities as a hero and office worker. It was nice to live with X.

You had left the subway and made it all the way to the apartments. You made it inside the building, making your way to the floor where you lived. Your hands fumbled through your pockets, grabbing the key you had. Putting it inside the door knob, you opened your apartment door. Entering inside, you could already smell beer and roasted skewers through the air. In the living room, you saw X at the living room. Legs spread on the couch, wearing his blue star-stripped pajamas, drinking beer. Although he was a capable man, he surely drank—if not every other night too.

“I’m home.” You spoke out, closing the door and taking off your shoes and putting on your slippers.

He doesn’t respond to you, which you were quite used to. Usually, he fell asleep while drinking. You didn’t want to wake him up while he slept, knowing that he’d probably get grouchy if he woke up. You walked forward to where X sat, checking up on his condition. Already…he fell asleep fast. When he drank, he usually fell asleep being drunk. You let out a sigh, taking the empty beer can and skewer sticks to the trash can. You also grabbed the paper-towel and cleaned the dirtied table. While you cleaned, you could hear his faint snore—a few murmurs along the drifting snores.

After cleaning up the mess, you looked back at the couch where X slept. Although you had to clean up after him and take care of him multiple times…the hardest part was trying to pull X into his bed. You couldn’t carry a guy like him…so you usually dragged him to the bedroom. Yet he’d wake up sometimes when you accidentally bump him onto an object of wall. Which then…he’d walk himself to his bed. But you always try to never wake him up, even when you struggled a lot. Luckily, his room was just in the next room over. So you didn’t have to pull him really far just to get him to sleep there.

First off though, you needed to get rid of the smell of beer in the room. You had opened the balcony door, letting the fresh air inside. You then moved over to X, deciding on how you should get him off the couch. You knew that he couldn’t plop onto the ground harshly, it’d definitely wake him up instantly. You also didn’t want to accidentally cause a bruise to happen if he plopped onto the ground. You gently moved X’s legs, pulling him onto the ground. Your arms then wrap around his chest, his arm over yours. You begin to start pulling him up, dragging him into the next room over. Even though you somewhat got used to carrying him, it was still a struggle.

After what felt like forever, you finally pulled him into his bedroom. You now just needed to put him onto the bed. You went on the bed, grabbing X from the ground and pulling his upper body onto the bed. When you did pull him up on the bed, you grabbed his lower body and got him up. So now…you just needed to take off his glasses and put on his sleeping mask. Your hands moved towards his face, making sure to not wake him up. Fingers brushed against temples—seconds too long—you pulled off his glasses. You just needed to grab his face mask really quick and tuck him into bed.

“(Name)…?” X suddenly spoke, surprising you for a moment. His eyes were slightly opened, you must’ve woken him up while you took off his glasses.

“Oh…hi…X, I’m just gonna get the trash can for you really quick…” you quickly respond, placing the glasses aside on the bedside table.

You turn around to leave, needing to grab the trash can for X when he ends up puking later. When you leave though, you heard the bedsheets shuffle behind you. Suddenly stopping in your tracks, you felt his hand grasp onto yours. This wasn’t usual…as he would leave you alone to go back to sleep. You turned back to look at him, seeing him sitting up on the bed. You could tell that he was still quite drunk…the evident pink color on his face still being there underneath the yellow light from the doorway.

“Why’d you stop me?” You ask confusingly, wondering why he’d abruptly stop you from leaving.

“…thank you, for taking care of me all the time…while I was drunk.” X spoke, expressing his gratitude to you. “It must be a hassle to do this all the time…”

“It’s no problem—really! It’s fine…” you shook your head, believing that it really was no big deal at all.

It really wasn’t a big deal at all. After all, X was your roommate, someone who lived with you for years. He would strain his neck if he slept sitting up, so you frequently put him back to his bed. You didn’t want him to end up getting hurt while he slept on the couch.

“Can you come closer…please?” He promptly asked you, wanting you to lean in.

“Sure—what did you want?” You replied, leaning closer to his face.

You were wondering what he was going to do…what he wanted to say to you. Why would he want you to lean closer to him after all? Suddenly—X kissed you on the cheek, almost close to your lips! He was drunk—doing it without even realizing it! What was X even thinking?! You were shocked—processing what he actually had done.

“I—X…why did you…do that…?” You curiously asked, face flushed from…embarrassment—possibly?

“(Name), I really love you, a lot.” X suddenly confessed, his lips curling into a smile.

He really was admitting this to you…saying that he loved you right here. He was just saying random things out of his head…right? There wasn’t no way he could be actually admitting to you that he loved you! You were just roommates with him…that was it. You were trying to deny it…yet it was obvious. X already had confessed his feelings to you, being quite drunk too. There was no denial to it.

“…you can tell me more about it when you’re sober, X…” you awkwardly said, pushing him back onto the bed, running out of the room to grab him a trash bag.

Your heart was pacing—overwhelmed with what had happened! You didn’t know what to say to him at all…! Why would you even say that to him?! Your chest felt weird—a rise of heat that kept running all over the place. It felt nice to hear that he loves you, but you weren’t sure how to even go on about it!

But for sure, tomorrow would get awkward.