“What the hell is that?”

This was not a promising statement coming from Minerva.  And neither was the slight scratching andscuttling that reached his keen ears. Unfortunately, Laxus knew exactly what both the statement and theominous sound meant.

Cockroaches.

Laxus, for all of his power, was not the cleanliest ofpeople in his home space.  Oftentimes,he’d leave something out and go on a week-long job, only to come home to moldspore and a truly rank stench. Especially if liquid had been sitting out.  His clothes, too, could get a bit… crusty, inbetween laundry runs.  Again, it wasn’ton purpose – it was just that many of his clothes required special procedures,or dry-cleaning, lest they come apart entirely.

And of course, with all of that came pests.

Rats were by far the easiest of the intruders to get ridof.  They were loud to his enhancedhearing, and had distinctive, rapid heartbeats that made tracking themsimplistic.

Sugar ants and cockroaches on the other hand?  Those were the bane of Laxus’sexistence.  The roaches were damn nearimpossible to kill, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out just wherein the hell the ants were getting in, the tiny, persistent bastards.

He’d made sure to clean up anything that had been leftsitting out prior to Minerva’s arrival, but the scavengers attracted by thedisorder and rot would not be nearly so easy to evict.

“Oh, fucking hell!” he heard her shout.  “It flies!”

Time to suck it up, Laxus decided, and perform a duty hedidn’t particularly care for.

Yesterday I learned that cockroaches aren’t a type of beetle. And there went any redeeming value they had. I have no idea why I thought they were beetles, considering they don’t have larva or hard shells. Also the world animal species is 25%+ beetles, so I guess they don’t need help from the roaches either.

7. pastel bi or neon bi?

neon for sure, i live for bright colours

12. boyband bi or girlband bi?

it’s pretty close but i think girlband

31. norse mythology bi or greek mythology bi?

so i actually am more familiar with greek mythology, but i like norse mythology better

33. black eyeliner bi or colorful eyeliner bi?

19. What was one nice thing you did for yourself? 

After I found out that my 3DS wasn’t working anymore (even though it was still fairly new rip) I bought myself a new one so I could play Monster Hunter Stories. Even though I HATE spending money xD 

42. What are you most proud of accomplishing?

I’m really proud of having moved across the country successfully and not having to move back because I’m poor (even though I am lmfao I’m still getting by). 

BUT I’m also ridiculously proud of myself for completing Inuvember. Like...So proud of that x_x

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Thanks for asking~!!

“The saddest part is that you’re so much better than this and you don’t even realize it.” for LuVia

Rainy Day

Lucy wasn’t sure how much longer she could stomach watching Juvia throw herself at the ice mage. She was mad at the water mage for being so blind and not seeing that Gary had zero interest in her, but that anger also extended to him since he had yet to give her a direct answer. He’d talked to both Lucy and Erza plenty about letting Juvia down and both women agreed that he needed to be forward with her.

Here Lucy was though, standing in her kitchen with the water woman on her couch crying because of something that had happened with Gray. She was so upset that when Lucy opened her door an hour earlier, she was able to find out where she sudden rainfall had come from. Despite how Juvia teased the celestial mage about being her love rival, the two were quite close and it wasn’t unusual for her to visit Lucy’s place. Especially when it concerned her teammate.

The celestial mage sighed and walked to the living room carrying a tray of hot tea and cookies. She sat down beside her and handed her a cup.

“Thank you,” she said between sniffles.

“You’re welcome, Juvia,” she answered softly.

The women sat under a blanket together and Lucy listened to Juvia tell her what had happened with Gray. Seems the man finally told her that he wasn’t interested in dating her. Juvia admitted that she was a bit thankful to have some closure but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Well of course she was going to hurt. She’d only been after the man since joining the guild; no before then.

It hurt Lucy to see her like this. All Juvia had known for most of her life was rejection and sadness just for being who she was. Too many people attributed rain to a feeling of gloom, but not Lucy. She thought that the rain was beautiful and strong. It could cleanse away what made one feel dirty and brought life to so much. The rain was a blessing and it hurt the blonde to see that Juvia wasn’t able to see herself in that light.

“Why does no one want her?” she sobbed, breaking Lucy’s heart. She wanted to tell that she was wanted. That she had wanted her for a long time. “Juvia hates being so sad.”

“The saddest part is that you’re so much better than this and you don’t even realize it.” The words left her mouth before she’d even had time to think about them.

Juvia just looked at Lucy who had turned her head and was now looking out the window. She looks so sad, Juvia thought. She had seen Lucy sad before but this was different. She didn’t know why the blonde was sad but she didn’t like how it looked on her. The water mage set her cup down and moved to hug Lucy.

Lucy froze when Juvia’s arms enveloped her and she cried. “I’m sorry, Juvia. I don’t know why I said that.”

Juvia smiled when Lucy’s arms wrapped around her and she squeezed her close. “If Juvia knew that Lucy were sad, she would not have come.”

“Silly, that’s not the problem,” she sobbed. She pulled back from the woman, holding her hands and looked into her eyes.

Juvia listened to the blonde as she told her she was worth so much more than those who had rejected her could ever offer her. Lucy told her that it was okay to be sad because they didn’t love her, but that she couldn’t let it affect how she loved herself. That had struck something within Juvia.

She’d always thought that if someone loved her she’d be able to love herself. But to love herself first, she didn’t know if that was possible for her to do. As she continued to listen to the celestial mage, who was still holding her hands, she noticed how bright she looked while she talked about Juvia. She wasn’t sad anymore. If Lucy could look this happy when talking about her, why couldn’t she do the same.

“Can, Lucy show Juvia how to love herself?” she asked when the blonde had paused.

Lucy smiled and rested her forehead against Juvia’s. “Of course, because I love the rain.”

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

Nepal, Mongolia, Myanmar (not at the moment obviously) 

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

84F with a slight breeze and sunny

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

Prompt: “Don’t make it obvious you’re an asshole, put your shirt on.” for Bixco

Runaway

Bickslow cracked his eyes open with the morning sun and stretched, taking note of the empty spot beside him. His head was killing him and his limbs were sore, but he desperately had to piss so he somehow managed to get up and walk to the bathroom. Since he was out of bed, he quickly hopped into the shower and washed up.

Fresh-faced and dressed, the man walked to the kitchen and found the individual missing from the bed. Erik was sitting outside on the balcony, watching the morning sun like he did every morning. Bickslow admired the shirtless man as he poured some coffee for himself, then joined the man outside. Erik heard Bix slide the door open then closed before sitting beside him.

“You were up early?” Bix asked.

“Never slept,” Erik corrected.

Bix raised an eyebrow at the man. No sleep? After the night the two of them had? That couldn’t be possible. Upon closer inspection though, he could clearly see that Erik had gotten minimal sleep if any at all. Well if he hadn’t slept, what the hell had he done all night? Erik’s eyes were vacant but there was clearly something on his mind.

“Tell me what you’re thinking?” Erik sipped at his coffee and glanced at Bickslow.

Erik had told him plenty of time before what was on his mind, but he always asked. He didn’t know why and didn’t care enough to ask. Nevertheless, he appreciated the company Bickslow offered and was never bothered by his presence.

“I was thinking. Same ol stuff Bix,” he mumbled then walked back inside. He couldn’t remember how long they’d fucked the previous night but shortly after Bickslow had passed out, Erik grabbed a blanket so he didn’t freeze and walked out onto the balcony and thought about where he was and where he was going.

Bickslow slid the door shut behind him, grimacing at Erik as he pulled down a bottle of cheap vodka. He hated Erik’s self-destructive tendencies but never did anything to stop him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Erik sober.

“Why do you do this, Erik?”

“Do what?” he responded then threw back a shot.

“This!” he snapped, motioning around them.

It was the same damn thing the morning after Bix stayed the night. He cared about Erik and it hurt him to watch as he destroyed himself, yet he never did a damn thing. It was almost to the point in the morning where Erik would say something snarky and Bickslow would storm out. Not this time. He was determined to know why they went through this every fucking time.

“No one’s stopping me, so why not?” He shrugged and threw back another shot. Bickslow reached around the counter and grabbed the bottle. “The fuck Bix!”

Bickslow was a fair bit taller than Erik so it was an easy thing for him to hold the bottle out of reach. Erik shoved Bix in an attempt to throw him off balance, but the man was planted. He was too tired to fight so he turned on his heel and walked to the bedroom, not caring if the other left. Not like Bickslow even cared about him. The two were decent enough friends so Erik called him over at least once a week and let the man fuck him he was numb and couldn’t think anymore.

He loved that Bix was able to do that. It never lasted though. He was tired of spending his nights awake thinking about how shitty his life was and how it was nobody’s fault but his own because he was doing nothing to make things better. He just wanted to walk away from this life. He didn’t care how he left. He just didn’t want to be where he was now.

Setting the bottle down, Bickslow followed Erik to the other room and watched as he climbed into bed. No way was he letting things end here. He strode up to bed, grabbed Erik by the ankles then pulled him to the floor.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” Erik shouted.

“Don’t make it obvious that you’re an asshole, and put a shirt on,” Bix snapped. “We’re leaving.”

“And going where?” he scoffed.

“You’re always talking about leaving all this shit behind, so let’s fucking leave.” Erik looked up into Bickslow’s eyes and saw that he was being sincere. Why though? All Erik had done for him was offer his body, so what was he going to get out of running away with him?

Bickslow walked over to Erik who was still sitting on the floor and pulled him into his arms. Some friend Bix had turned out to be. He’d been too complacent with Erik’s behavior and didn’t deserve the chance to save him but he also couldn’t stand to see him like this anymore. Erik was frozen, unaccustomed to be held when sex wasn’t involved. He really was being offered a chance to escape this miserable existence of his.

His arms slid around Bix, clutching the man’s shirt. “Take me away from here. Please.”