#(bonus points if they sound like my parents lmao

[on-stolen-sunbeams]

doomscrolling through rate my prof and either multivariable's gonna suck or it's gonna feel a lot like learning from my dad.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 !

and it's me getting to write henry being a simp🥴🥰. thank you for requesting, I honestly didn't think I'd get any for henry danger, so just this one has me allll /ᐠo⩊oマ !!! So ya, enjoy :).

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

《 ♡ 》 oneshot

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

being the girlfriend of swellview's resident sidekick could be tough sometimes. always covering for him, constantly worrying about his safety, forever missing him...

but, regardless, he always made sure to remind you that you are the most important thing in his life. even if he has to wake you out of a dead sleep to do it...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x henry hart - she/her/hers pronouns! - knows henry's super-identity/works with captain man!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

during season four (and up) (vaguely) - it's mildly implied to be winter

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (I think? I don't remember, but just in case lol) - yelling (in a jokey/lighthearted way tho) - henry being so boyfriend - a poison ivy knock-off gets featured in here cuz I thought it would be funny lmao - lmk if I missed anything /ᐠ~˕~マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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As you stocked shelves and marked down certain pricey items for the holiday's swift approach, you couldn't help but huff. Couldn't help but wonder why it was you had agreed to such a position. Hardly anyone even comes into Junk n' Stuff! Why did you have to play pretend employee for a vacant audience when you could be down in the Mancave with Charlotte and Schwoz, observing and maybe even solving crime and mysteries?

At this point, you might as well have taken real a job at a real shop or store.

But, then again... you were getting the bonus perks of higher pay, given as your boss was a literal superhero. And, because of the fact that the whole of Junk n' Stuff was a front, customers were rare. It was like being on break from three to ten, only ever selling to the occasional old person looking for a rare trinket, or a curious kid looking to resell something "vintage." Whatever the case, you were on your phone for most of the time, and were always happy to work alongside your best friend and your superhero boyfriend.

The third perk, you realized, even if you weren't exactly on the field beside him. You supposed it wasn't all bad. It's not like a lot of other girls had the guilty pleasure of saying the same.

"I work at a fake mom and pop shop that barely gets any customers, but it's okay because it's just a cover up for my boss who's actually Captain Man, and his sidekick, Kid Danger, is actually my boyfriend. My best friend Charlotte and I work to keep him safe every other day, and to top it all off, I get paid more than what my parents make in a week."

You shook your head, huffing to yourself in amusement. Not only was it a mouthful to say, but it sounded insane. Not that you'd ever actually say it to anyone but yourself in your head. But, speaking- er, thinking of...

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, taking your focus off of the box of probably stale snacks you were stacking near the front desk and onto Henry's already open contact. You scanned over your thread of texts between each other, your last message from earlier in the day still left on delivered. You didn't take this to heart, already aware of how busy his missions tended to get. And dangerous, too, hence why you had initially sent...

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

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And sure, after checking now, seeing you'd been left on delivered the whole time mildly stung. But you understood and didn't allow that to be the thing that slightly dampened your mood. Instead, you remained worried for your boyfriend, contemplating if you should send another text his way. Or maybe even call him. Just to see...

You fanned the idea away, setting your phone face down on the floor and continuing to do your "job." Anything to take your mind off of the peril Henry could be facing right now, and the last thing he needed was you distracting him. You wouldn't be needy. At least, not right now. But you'd continue to wonder what was happening, where he was, what dangers he was facing...

"Oh...! (Y/N)."

You turned at the sound of your name, smiling as Charlotte stepped out of the elevator.

"It's past ten, I thought you'd be home by now."

"Me too...!" You sighed, a dry chuckle leaving along with. "I guess I was just subconsciously hoping Ray and Henry would be back by now."

Charlotte gave her own chuckle and an understanding nod at your half-joking confession, moving closer until she was squatted beside and assisting you with the rest of your stocking.

"I wouldn't worry too much. They got this. They always do."

"I know, it's just-"

"-Besides, it's only Greenleaf. And you already know..."

You two shot each other a knowing glance, finishing her sentence at the same time together before laughing.

"...She always folds for Ray."

As you set up the last of the snacks, the two of you stood, cardboard box on your hip while Charlotte had scooped up your phone and handed it back to you.

"You're right, you're right." You admitted, tossing your head from side to side with a shrug. "Plus, I'm pretty sure her goals are relatively Mother Nature related. Can't say I blame her."

"Excatly." Charlotte agreed. "She rarely ever does any real harm, so trust me, Henry will text you back before you know it."

And with that, you two shared your final goodbyes for the evening, and your fret had subsided. Like you said, she was right, Greenleaf more of a particular "low level" classified supervillain, which meant an easy battle. If you'd even call it that. You predicted that right about now, Ray was doing his best to appeal to her charm and romance to subdue her, and though gross... it always seemed to work, so you didn't question it.

With that in mind, you finally decided to call in, clocking out for the evening and daydreaming on the walk home of a hearty dinner, a hot shower, and the warmth and cozy of your bed.

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In the comfort of your room with your nighttime routine accomplished, you remained settled in bed with your eyes glued to your phone. Maybe not the healthiest option, but TikTok was very compelling in the late evenings. Especially when you needed a good laugh or a new song/audio to discover and add to your playlist. You scrolled endlessly, allowing the time to tick by without worry or care because tomorrow (in an hour or two) would be a stress free Saturday.

The millionth swipe upwards of your thumb brought you to your next video, a boy and a girl close in age to yourself participating in a trend that had been circling around for a little bit. It was cute, the way they both adorned wide, cheesy smiles, and their pajamas matched with each other. Even while they performed a popular dance, sticking to routine, you could sense the chemistry they had with one another through the screen. All of it ending with the boy scooping her into his arms, littering kisses across her face that she giggled at over the music.

If anyone asked, you'd be a little embarrassed to admit that you had let the video replay several times before giving it a like and then scrolling away. But, you couldn't - no - wouldn't deny the achy feeling it left you with.

Suddenly, you were no longer laughing at everything you saw and/or heard. No longer wishing to be on the app itself any longer because the ache in your chest was growing too much to bear. Too much for you to ignore, thinking about that random couple and their adorable antics.

How much it reminded you of your own boyfriend; how much you really did miss Henry. It wasn't like you didn't see each other often, practically every day. But it didn't stop you from always wishing to be near him, that he was with you. Family, school, and being a superhero did take up quite a bit of his attention, not that you doubted you were the fourth thing on his list. Selfishly, you assumed the second, at least...

But anyhow, in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache and to refrain from pestering him, you migrated from TikTok to your gallery, scrolling around until you reached a large cluster of pictures and videos from days past.

First thing, you were met with a short thread of silly pictures, Henry striking poses and making faces he'd forbid from showing to anyone, and you immediately sent them to Charlotte and Jasper agreed, for the sake of his dignity. Or just some random action shots, the complete blur of his figure due to moving too fast, which you would keep because they were still funny, after all.

But eventually, you came across a video, it automatically playing as you watched in reminiscence of your time at the mall together. You were both fresh from a Bath & Body Works, your phone's point of view shaking and aimed as though it were snooping around in your bag before pulling away and revealing your hand being held by none other than Henry himself.

"What'd ya' get me?" You chirped as though you hadn't just shown the audience already. But, it was clear you wanted to hear it from him at the time, both past/video and present you giggling at the way Henry shot a smirk your way with eyes that read, "Really?"

"What I always get you." He answered simply, looking ahead as you two walked. "The world."

"Harhar." You could be heard giving an equally sarcastic laugh before adding, "Yes, but specifically this time."

"Boba and (signature/scent)."

Again, both past/video and present you shared another laugh, and you were sure of the fact that you were admiring him shamelessly with your eyes full of love at that moment, just as you were now as the video went on.

"How come?" You pressed with glee, Henry's head shifting back towards you as he spoke.

"'Cause I love you. 'Cause you deserve it. 'Cause it feels gooood."

He laughed along with you at the way he elongated his words at the end of his sentence, a quirk he picked up from who-knows-where that always had you playfully rolling your eyes. In real time, though, the video had ended there, and you were swift to find another one, craving more of that feeling... that mock-comfort of Henry being with you when he actually wasn't.

It was the best you could do, for now, so you'd continue, snuggling deeper into your blankets and pillows while his voice kept ringing out from your phone.

"You smell really good." Was his first comment, ironically per the last video, stated while you admired yourself in selfie mode before switching to the back camera.

He was already stalking closer towards your position on his bed, in his room, before flopping down right into your lap and looking up at you like a puppy.

"And I love your eyes."

"My eyes?" You questioned, as though you were surprised, or as if he should be talking about someone else's.

"Mhm." He nodded slowly. "Your beautiful eyes and those lips of yours. You're too perfect, y'might have to get that checked out or something."

Your laugh at his joking statement caused the camera to shake, and it made you realize that in the moment, you had missed the way he continued to behold you. To cherish the rest of your features and run his hand against your lower stomach as his face flushed with red at the sound of your giggles. Laughter he caused, which made him happy, you assumed, given the way he couldn't even fight his own smile.

You wished you hadn't missed it all at the time, but were glad you were seeing it now; all of his love that then went poured into one gesture before the video ended.

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a gentleness you were still currently missing, the video ending, and the silence of your room setting in.

It didn't help the ache like you thought it would, possibly even making it worse. And because of that, you thought it wise to call it a night, giving your messages one more check before making the last minute choice to send another. A final one for the evening, because at least that would bring you peace of mind.

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my man😙❤️

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Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

Delivered

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

Delivered

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"So, uhh... you ever try Olive Garden?"

The woman, hair fiery red and a fitted suit made from the vines and plants she created (which were now being chopped away at by police in light of her villainous attempts), shot the man, Captain Man, a look of confusion and disgust. If her wrists hadn't been bound by handcuffs, she'd send another vine after him just for his obliviousness.

"No. I would never in my life..."

She didn't even have to finish her sentence, the tone implying that she wouldn't be caught dead eating from a place that required slaughtering animals and ripping plants from the ground just to serve "fine" cuisine.

"Is Olive Garden not vegan?"

Greenleaf couldn't even fathom a rebuttal to such stupidity, that fact clearly written all over her face as she was hauled away by more policemen. Ray, of course, didn't exactly catch on but jumped at Henry's shout from behind.

"Dude...!" A pause, striking out a hand to further enforce his demand. "Stop flirting with the supervillain...!"

"I'm-! . . ." Ray couldn't even deny that he was doing such a thing (granted, Greenleaf is an attractive woman), but would take advantage of his older age anyhow, pointing an index finger towards his younger partner sternly.

"Mind your business! Unlike you, Kid Danger, I have had the pleasure of time, which has allotted me the grace of perfecting my wit, savvy, and charm, I'll have you know. So-"

He was interrupted by Henry's gloved palm resting against his face, serving as a method to stop him from strolling any closer while Henry casually scrolled through his phone, his tone all the same.

"Hang on, my girlfriend just texted me."

Ray scoffed, seconds away from letting Henry know that he shouldn't be distracted on the job. That is, until he continued to go on with a flat tone, underlying bits of hilarity under it in attempts to get under Ray's skin.

"Y'know, the thing you don't have? The girl I used my natural born wit, savvy, and charm on to win over?"

"I get it!!"

Henry looked up with a smile at Ray's exclamation, innocently nodding with a swift, "Yeah." before putting his attention back to his screen.

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my wife❤️

Be careful out there today, k?

Ily💞✨️

9:23p.m.

Goodnight

I love you sm<3

❤️✨️

11:37p.m.

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What had been giddiness at first morphed into a feeling of guilt, thoughts of your saddened face sinking deep into his brain the moment he realized he had missed your texts. That you had apparently even gone to bed without hearing so much as a word from him all evening.

And sure, he knew you'd probably excuse it the next day, simply telling him that it "was fine" and that you "understood." And while that might be the case, he couldn't help but give in to the thought that you'd much rather have gotten to hear from him tonight. At the very least.

Besides, it's not like he didn't miss you, too. He missed you a lot, actually. You constantly on the brain every single time he fought and/or solved any crime, because if there was one person he'd guarantee the safety of while being in Swellview, it was you. But, along with your safety, he also wanted to make things up to you. He wanted your happiness. And he knew he was one of the sole people who could provide that, therefore...

"Alright, I gotta' get outta' here."

"What?" Captain Man blinked rapidly, unexpecting of Henry's sudden announcement of departure. "No-! No, we have to clean up this mess. Look at all of these vines!"

"Yep, it's...quite the jungle." Henry admitted lacklusterly, nodding to himself before throwing a thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away. "But, uh, it's Friday, and..."

"Exactly! Friday night, no school, which leaves you plenty of time to help me out. You're on clean-up duty tonight, bud!"

Henry, again, nodded along with Ray's words. He continued to take his giant steps away from the scene, talking fast and only thinking about you in the process, hence why his logic came out a little more than flawed...

"Right, except no, because last I checked, the saying goes, "Blow bubbles fight crime, feels good." Not, "Blow bubbles, fight crime, clean up a mess that's not mine." And, I gotta be honest, that would not feel very good. It would actually feel baaaad, which is exactly how you-know-who is probably feeling right about now..."

"Don't even say her name, kid."

A pause lingered in the air before Henry disobeyed direct instruction.

"I gotta go see (Y/N)."

And he was gone before the conversation could continue, Ray left on his own to help the police with deforesting the city's town hall. And, as much as it behooved him to do so, he couldn't help but admit to himself that if he was still Henry's age with a girl like you, he'd probably do the same.

He huffed, giving his sidekick the benefit of the doubt for tonight.

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Tossing and turning slowly as you woke, you hadn't yet processed what it was that had actually brought you from your slumber until you were fully sitting up in bed, finally able to recognize the sound as a gentle knock.

This then alarmed you, your head whipping around your surroundings in a flurry in an attempt to pinpoint the sound that had spiked up your heart rate in the dead of night. But, once you had managed to place the noise coming from your window, your fear settled into more of a light curiosity and confusion. It brought you from your bed, your feet now met with the cold air around you as you crept forward towards your window.

Steadily pulling back your curtains, your caution slowly turned into joy and surprise, a smile spreading across your face that matched the one on your boyfriend's own face behind the glass.

"Henry...!" You whisper-shouted, his name muffled as he watched you move to unlock your window. He was grateful that you were quick with this action, no longer having to mildly shiver outside while you pulled him through and onto your bedroom floor, admiring his figure in the dimness of your room.

"It's so late, what're you doing here?"

Your question escaped in the midst of a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while his own darted back to where the clock sat on your nightstand.

12:54a.m.

"I know, I'm sorry, (N/N). I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, using a nickname that brought another smile to your face once the yawn had passed.

"I just...didn't want you to think I was ignoring you, y'know? I would've answered your texts sooner, I was just-"

"-I know." You cut in with a nod. "I understand, it's okay."

He laughed quietly to himself, all too correct about your compassion when it came to him that he sometimes felt he didn't fully deserve. Like now, keeping his hands hidden behind his back with something that'd hopefully make up for it all.

"It's not, though. I wanna be fair to you with my time. Want you to know that I care about you and that I'll be there for you, whether I'm Kid Danger or just Henry Hart."

"Woah, hey, you're not... just Henry Hart." You corrected, coming closer and placing a tired hand on his shoulder. It was only here that you realized he wore nothing but a white t-shirt, the rest of his super-apparel tied around his waist, red cargo pants and combat boots still intact. Pretty on point symbolism for the moment, if anyone asked you...

"You... are Henry Hart. You're my boyfriend with a lot on your plate, and I know that it's just not fair of me to expect all of your time, which is why I don't. But no matter what, I do love you for giving me whatever you can, so it's very much okay."

You didn't have to be able to see his face clearly to know he was probably just as red as he was in your videos from earlier, his bashful smile going hidden when he let his head drop for just a moment.

"I love you, too." A pause before he quickly debunked your reassurance with some of his own. "And it's not okay, which is why I got you these..."

And suddenly, you realized why he had kept his hands hidden behind him like some wise old man, revealing to you a bouquet of flowers of all kinds. An almost randomized assortment that'd be pretty hard to find in any flower shop. At any shop at all, given...

"Oh my gosh, they're so pretty! It's like, midnight, though, where did you get these?" You squealed quietly, doing your best not to wake up any family in the house while you took the flowers into your hands and admired them the best you could under the moon's light.

"Uhh..."

Henry really didn't know how to answer that, scratching the back of his neck in remembrance of his horrid sneak attempt through his neighbor's backyard.

"I stole 'em." Was what came out way too nonchalantly, leaving you to choke on air while your eyes widened.

"What...?! Henry-!"

"I'm kidding, I didn't steal-... Well... I mean, technically, yes, but not in the way that you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking...!" You burst through confused laughter. "My boyfriend just told me he stole flowers for me. From where?!"

His eyes shifted from you, to the side, and then back again, folding at the sight of your expecting face looking back up at him.

"My neighbor..." His voice strained quietly, and you could all but sigh and shake your head, letting your nose bury itself back into the makeshift bouquet of freshly stolen flowers.

"That old lady is gonna strangle you with her bare, wrinkly hands."

Henry snorted, sparing you his impulsive thought of the fact she'd have to know it was and catch him first, and instead, fake pain at your light slaps to his chest.

"You're supposed to be a superhero, not a midnight theif...!"

"Hey, c'mon..." He cooed, tugging you closer and smiling when you did begrudgingly move forward towards him.

"...You know I'd go rogue for you any time."

"Y'know, I'm starting to miss Kid Danger." You quipped with a smirk. "At least he'd know better than to pluck flowers from someone's garden."

"Mmm. Fair." He nodded before obnoxiously pushing his forehead up against yours. "But does he kiss you the same way I do?"

"Mmm-"

And before you could pretend to debate the matter, he had done just that, forever gentle with you as he placed his lips on yours and stole any thoughts, stability in your legs, and air in your lungs you had left.

Well, maybe not steal. You'd let him have that any time, the same way he'd bring you flowers at midnight to make up for any of his absences.

Just the thought had you breaking the kiss with another giggle, your turn to grow shy at the attention before you were finally able to fully heal the last little remnants of that ache in your chest.

"You should stay."

You threw it out as a casual suggestion even though you were practically screaming inside for him to say yes. And of course, you got your wish, because what wouldn't he do for you?

"I will."

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨🤭...

but seriously, I really hope you enjoyed, this was super fun and cute for me to write. got me wishing he was under my tree for xmas😔✋🏽.

also, I apologize for this taking as long as it did, there's reasons I have that will be later explained in a separate post/announcement, so ya :'D.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

@junknstufff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

3,877

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[akutasoda]

Single parent reader x Argenti pls save me single parent reader x Argenti...

Just like, a retired command/general reader that has just the tiniest most cute little sunshine for a kid.

The reader is this imposing, scary, and striking strong-ass person (bonus points if they have scars) who is nothing but a gentle cat after they retire, especially around their kid...

Argenti had heard of you before, the stories that people told with your name.

"I've heard they took down a whole army alone!"

"My brother was one of their soldiers! He told me (reader) was nothing but ruthless..."

Since he had stepped onto that planet, Argenti already heard and seen many things, captured and admired the beauty of the life it adorned, but, there was always one thing that kept gnawing the back of his mind.

"Who is (reader)?"

It wasn't until the day the city hosted its yearly celebration for winning the war that the question would be answered.

Standing by the side of the crowd Argenti watched, his heart filling with cherish as he watched the smiles of the people as they enjoyed their day. Ah, the beauty of commemoration.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of laughter, a child's giggle that was so pure it could cleanse even the darkest of minds. Turning around to catch a glimpse of the little angel who had such joyfully blessed his ears, The knight was met not only by the sight of one— if not THE cutest little bean of sunshine he had ever seen, but also by the striking gorgeousness of their parent. Suddenly all he could feel was a tightness in his heart.

"Falling in love at first sight is an unexpected experience, it is as if your heart learns how to beat for the first time since your existence.

You were just... magnificent in his eyes, and he shamefully stared at you, even forgetting to blink at times. Your face, your body, your everything made him feel as if he was looking at the personification of beauty itself once more.

The way you stood tall but not towering, how the wrinkles around your eyes only framed them, and especially how gentle you were with the kid in front of you. The way you held their hand and twirled them around filled Argenti's heart with nothing but pure adoration.

Were you really the ruthless person everyone gossips about? How could someone who looked so delicately at their kid could have such a brutal past to carry in their back? He didn't doubt that you were strong, not at all! But, he couldn't help to be so curious about you. He wanted to know more, to get to talk to you and hear the dozens of stories you held inside your heart.

I give up here LMAO

My exams are over!! (For now) it's been sooooooo long since I've written something I feel strange lol

Hope yours have been good! :3

(you're brain is absolutely beautiful)

i absolutely adore this idea! the way argenti would become absolutely infatuated with everything about you..

it would probably take you quite off guard at the fact that this (rather gorgeous) stranger was so open with compliments, especially after being so used to the fact that people spread rumours behind your back. fortunately for you both, your over excitable child would become so intrigued about argenti that they would eagerly ask you to bring this stranger to a 'tea party' - and how could you say no to them? your child would become an unknowing wingman as they would drag you both from stall to stall at the festival to gather preparations, all the while it became much easier for you and argenti to talk. sometimes argenti couldn't help but be at a loss for words at the fact that someone as beaitiful as you was talking to him right now...

and if you did have scars, oh how argenti would want to trace each individual one and praise them for adding to your ever growing beauty. how they told stories of your brutish past yet made so beautiful on the canvas that was your skin.

i could also imagine how completely baffled the locals would be at this visitor shamelessly complimenting and talking to the general and witnessing you talk back in such a calm way-

congrats on the exams!!! im still suffering my way through mine but i only have ten left and i absolutely can't wait to finish :')

[eoieopda]

<whispers in your ear> Cheol x Reader where he’s her brother’s friend? 🙏

the one with seungcheol and the ruse

pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon!reader summary: your knight’s shining armor is actually of flannel, but he gets the job done. cw: reader’s gender/sexuality are left up to interpretation, annoying ex, alcohol mention, the setting is a bar, wonwoo doesn’t actually appear but my girl lee youngji does (lmao) au: older brother’s best friend, fake dating (sort of) type: drabble (fluff-adjacent) rating: pg15 wc: 1.4 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

The similarities between you and your brother start and stop with genetic material. While you’d rather die than spend a Saturday night at home alone, Wonwoo would sooner drop dead than divorce himself from his PC just to leave his apartment. 

All things considered, it’s not much of a surprise when you roll up to the bar with your friends and find your brother’s there without him. Just the same, you’re not shocked when the cursory wave you give goes unnoticed; they’re all too busy guzzling shots to care who walks by.

All but one, that is.

The oldest, Seungcheol, lifts his pint glass in acknowledgment when he sees you come in from the cold. That gesture comes with a bonus in the form of a lazy half-smile, which almost has you tripping over your own feet. Now effectively tattooed on your brain, you still picture that lopsided grin while you cross the room to claim a booth.

Of the boys taking up space at the bar, Seungcheol is the closest to your brother — and, as a natural consequence, the closest to you. So, you tell yourself, it’s only natural that your focus keeps drifting in his way. More than that, it’s polite, checking in to make sure he’s having fun. 

Wonwoo would want that for him, after all.

Right?

More often than not, Seungcheol is too engrossed in his friends’ shenanigans to feel your casual — polite — gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. Even though he’s not looking in your direction, you find it hard to stop glancing in his. It can’t be helped; it’s always been this way. There’s only one conclusion left to draw: 

Choi Seungcheol was tailor-made to distract you.

First, it’s the fact that his hair is quite a bit longer now than when you saw him at your parents’ anniversary party a few weeks ago. The more you stare at those dark waves, the more you try to justify it to yourself. As far as you’ll admit, it has nothing whatsoever to do with how soft those tresses look; nor any desire you may or may not have to touch them and test your theory. 

No, you’re simply trying to determine what vitamins or supplements he takes to achieve that perfect shine — because whatever he’s doing is working.

When you stop gawking at his head, it’s his hands that trip you up. The way they grip Soonyoung’s biceps when the younger of the two starts wobbling, threatening to topple over onto a soju-sticky floor. The urge you feel to throw yourself at the ground and see who catches you is purely scientific, you tell yourself. 

Research.

If it’s not his body, it’s the sound he makes, laughing like a mad man with his whole chest. You have to peel your velcro gaze off of him to see what he’s laughing at: Kim Mingyu, who attempted to catch a tossed peanut in his mouth but ended up getting hit between the eyebrows.

You’d let yourself be pelted with peanuts if it made him laugh like that again — and, quite frankly, you have no excuses left to give about why that is.

Nine times out of ten, your friends are smirking when you finally turn back around because they know exactly where your eyes keep wandering — and to whom. They point out the way your cheeks and ears flame up. Each time they do, you blame it on the alcohol, though none of you believe it.

When you turn around for the tenth time, however,  they’re not smirking. Instead, they’re pushing their empty glasses your way.

“You’re on refill duty, aren’t you?” Youngji asks with a single eyebrow raised. 

You’re not, but she’s not blind. She knows how much you want to hover, and how desperately you need an excuse to do so.

Seungkwan, quick on the uptake, chugs what’s left of his cocktail. His face is still twisted from the sour syrup when he waves his now-empty glass in front of you. He says nothing, but he doesn’t have to; his narrowed eyes are menacing, and they tell you everything he’s thinking.

You sigh, put-upon, even though everyone knows you aren’t. Lips pursed tight, you keep that giddy grin to yourself as you collect the glasses and skip off towards the bar.

After giving your orders to the bartender, you glance — for the millionth time — over to your brother’s friends. The one you’re looking for is nowhere to be seen. Bravely, you do your best not to pout.

“Hey,” comes a low voice from behind you.

It’s a miracle that your head doesn’t roll with how quickly you swivel around. 

As soon as you do, your face falls. The excited flip in your stomach is swiftly replaced by a wave of nausea. Your tone is clipped and drenched in disappointment when you respond: “Can I help you?”

Your ex never could take a hint. They breeze right past that deadly look on your face, sidle up next to you at the bar until their shoulder is damn near bumping into yours. Worse, they open their mouth to speak again.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately —”

Is that not the point of breaking up with someone?

Desperate, your eyes scan the room for anyone who might notice the giant, neon exclamation point flashing above your head. Nobody you stare pointedly at feels your gaze on them, so you switch targets — again, again, again. Your brother’s friends are equally as useless as your own, it seems.

What if you tap “SOS” in morse code?

“— I’ve missed you. Missed us.”

Shit. 

Why didn’t you learn morse code?

You’re ready to sprint headlong out of the bar entirely when an arm — thankfully not your ex’s — drapes around your shoulders. With a quick glance up, you confirm that there’s truth to the meme: not all heroes wear capes. 

As it turns out, some heroes wear flannels, and they accessorize them with jaws clenched tightly enough to crack teeth.

“Jagi, who’s this?” 

Seungcheol’s posture relaxes just a little when he looks down at you. You swallow and keep your swooning to a minimum. There’s sweetness dripping from his tone that you want to bathe in. 

“I thought I’d met all your friends by now.”

When you let him pull you closer to his side — so close that your head can rest against his goddamn pectoral — you tell yourself that it’s just part of the bit. The affectionate smile he sends your way is part of the ruse. He’s convincing, though; you’d fall for this con, too.

You and your moon-sized eyes begrudgingly shift focus from Seungcheol to your ex, who still hasn’t taken the hint. That lovesick smile of yours is gone in an instant, giving way to the flattest affect you can muster. The sugar-laced voice you speak with is a far cry from the unblinking and unapologetic expression on your face. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t recall your name! What was it?”

Suddenly, Seungcheol unwraps his arm from around you. He seems to sense that this change-up startles you, so he winks at you while he leaning forward into the space between you and your ex; hands reaching for the drinks you’ve been waiting on.

Oh, you realize. He’s making sure you get the last word.

You swallow thickly as you reach out to take your burden off his hands. He shakes his head and beckons you with a smile, eyes softening. “C’mon, sweetheart. I’ve got these.”

You do as he says, following close behind him like a puppy, and you only stop when he does. Seungcheol looks back over his shoulder, calling out first to the bartender: 

“Can you put these on my tab? The name’s Choi.”

Then, dropping all pretense of friendliness, to your ex:

“Get home safe, eh, chingu?”

When you both resume your path to your table, you squeeze his elbow and whisper, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he urges, shaking his head a second time. Although he’s smiling, there’s some unspoken conflict in his eyes that you can’t quite parse. You can’t ask after it, either, because he stops stalling and sighs, “That’s what pseudo-brothers are for, right?”

[realhumanithink]

coming back online to share to the world my list of evan things. if you relate to most these things i title you Evan Rosier Kin

note: all of these are headcanons and may not align with how you perceive evan. most of these are inspired by like tiktoks and stuff, but otherwise its mostly things based on me because i literally remind myself of evan so much

another note: phrasing of these may be harsh!! im not targetting anyone fyi, and i dont mean harm, but i wrote most of these in a fit of self-hatred and when i reread them, i realised "hey, this sounds like evan lol" so i brushed it up a bit, but there might still be harsh wording and accusations

last note!!!: i have no fucking personality and im using this to self-reflect so my fault lmao

wants to be an overachiever, a hard worker, but in reality is just a gifted kid who hasn't fully burned out and is too lazy to actually work hard.

30000 different genres of songs on spotify. wonders if that means you have no personality.

sometimes wonders if people would miss you when you’re gone. doesn't think so.

knows 6 different languages, not good at any.

can't take criticism.

ambiverted. wonders if this means you have no personality.

likes a style, but isn't sure you would look good in it.

supposed ‘smart and nice’ kid, but that's who you were 4 years ago. people still hold the same view of you. 

high standards. you've been brainwashed into thinking u can meet them but sometimes, u aren't so sure.

covers the parts of your face u dont like with hair. bonus points if it's a regular ass haircut like a fringe and your parents hate it.

gets overly clingy in friendships. not like physically clingy but mentally?? if you get me

wanna be insomniac. thing is, it just takes you a bit longer to fall asleep.

fluctuating confidence levels

feels like a second choice, always.

cringe culture holds you back from enjoying what you want to enjoy.

the people around you don't seem to care as much as you do. whenever you succeed, you look back and no one is cheering like you always do. sometimes, it feels like you are average or lower, but the people you are compared to are simply even lower and that's why you are supposedly ‘good’.

*does well* “duh, *** is always so good. they don't deserve praise” *doesn't do well or actually just does average* “*** DIDNT DO WELL OHHHH”.

when someone compliments you, you feel pressured to uphold their standard and wonder how long it'll take till they realise you arent so good.

EXAMPLE because my wording is shit: someone told me i was funny and since then ive been scared to text him because i was like 'oh fuk what if when i talk to him next im not funny enough'

deathly afraid of being cheesy/cliche. this holds you back from showing much affection, especially romantic.

shoes are worn half to death.

your answer to theoretical questions is always ‘depends’. wonders if that means-

everyone thinks your friends ‘influence’ you, but really you’re as whack as them, just not as obvious.

a group of people you hate significantly less than everyone else, and one person you love

[jewbeloved]

This sounds weird but I had a dream where I adopted butters and now i NEED this to be a fic 😭

Platonic ofc, Bonus points if it contains fluff ❤️

Butters being adopted by the reader 🧑‍🍼💖🌺

This will be marked as platonic since the reader is 17-18 in this.

Warnings: Mentions of running away.

Gender: Neutral

💛 Butters Scotch 🌕

This happened at the time Butters ran away from his home. You were in highschool and soon to be in college while Butters was still in Elementary.

Butters ran away because he was sick and tired of his parents grounding him for no reasons and such. The only place Butters could think of going to was your house.

You always take care of Butters whenever he came to you for comfort and venting. He always saw you as a big sister/brother/sibling.

You also protected him from bullies and defend him whenever his parents yell at him. (Which resulted in his parents not liking you- but you didn't care anyways)

You were in the middle of making yourself some dinner when you heard knocking on your door.

You opened the door and looked down to see Butters with his backpack and a suitcase.

"(Name)...? Do you mind if I stay here for the night?"

"Sure you can Butters, but what's with the backpack and the suitcase? Is something wrong?", You asked as Butters sat down on your couch after he placed his back and suitcase on the floor.

"I....", Butters started while tears were forming his eyes.

"I ran away from home....I can't take it any longer (Name).....I can't handle my parents anymore..."

You gave Butters a hug as you let him continue.

"Actually....I want to stay here forever....I don't want to go back to my parents....but I assume they will call the cops to look for me....", Butters sniffled as you wiped away his tears.

"If you need somewhere to stay Butters, you can stay at my place as long as you want...I understand....", You pulled Butters closed to your chest as he gave you a hug as well while crying into your shirt.

"Thanks (Name).... you're so kind...and way better than my parents....it does make me wish you were my parent instead...."

You thought about it for a min.

"If me being your new parent makes you feel happy then so be it Butters...I will take care of you from now on...", Butters began to calm down as sparkles were in his eyes.

"Really?! thank you (Name)!! Thank you thank you thank you!", You giggled as you saw how happy Butters was.

Butters began to start living with you from now on as you became his caretaker and parent.

Linda and Stephen were shocked to see that their son has ran away (It took them 4 days to figure it out LMAO).

When they called the cops, the police came to investigate you first since Butter's parents knew that their son liked hanging around you.

You and Butters told the cops everything and the reason why Butters had run away. After all of that was finished, Linda and Stephen were outraged to see you being Butters new parent.

You and Butters were happy when the cops began to take Butters parents to jail.

It was time for Butters to start his new life with a new and better parent...💛💛💛💛

AWWE I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!!

[yarart4ever]

TiPo fanfic tropes I'd die for

I'm bored so here is me telling y'all my favorite tropes for TiPo that I love to read/write (warning some parts are le spicy-) sorry this is gonna be looooong

+ modern or highschool aus. typically with Tigress being of high status and Po being the "new" guy. I NEED MY BISEXUAL GIRLBOSS AND MY DORKY MALEWIFE IN THIS SETTING IMMEDIATELY OMGGGG

+ stories like. right after the end of kfp 2. it's usually very intimate, peaceful yet solemn at the same time and it's just. ugh. the hurt/comfort genre is strong with this one. BONUS POINTS IF PO OPENS UP ABOUT WHAT HE DISCOVERED ABOUT HIS PANDA VILLAGE

+ pining Tigress. I love me some flustered Po (especially since he's such a fanboy and him being in love with Tigress is SO CANON-) but. I a a sucker for the "they fell first but they fell harder" trope bc OMG. the thought of Tigress, cold, hardcore Tigress, catching feelings for Po? it's just so sweet to me to see the usually composed tiger get so flussy, even if it ain't as obvious as Po's pining is. her tail swishing behind her when he touches her? catching herself getting lost in Po's eyes before clearing her throat? instantly relaxing after Po rests his paw on her shoulder? knees easily buckling into his pleas? UGH I AM HERE FOR IT!

+mutual pining one-shots. quite similar to Tigress pining but they are *both* lovesick idiots. the slowburn is very much apparent but the romantic tension is so there like YALL JUST KISS ALREADY- or actually don't. stay comfy and close like this. it's cute :3 but maybe like hold hands if you can

+Tigress being able to gain more feeling in her paws when in contact to Po. like it is so unrealistic but IDC MY TIPO HEART DOES NOT HAVE AN OFF BUTTON-

+okay so like- them both acting out when they see the other get hurt in battle- like say Po got hurt and Tigress just rips the people they are fighting a new one just to make sure her panda is okay or Tigress getting struck and maybe even knocked out and Po just- flips out- loses it- goes feral- I live for that shit

+ WHEN THE FURIOUS FIVE, PO'S DADS, MASTER SHIFU- LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE VALLEY SEES PO AND TIGRESS' CHEMISTRY SO WELL AND TIGRESS AND PO ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE OBLIVIOUS TO IT DESPITE ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE phew sorry for yelling- bONUS POINTS FOR THE FURIOUS FIVE TEASING THE TWO AND PO'S DADS ASKING PO ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TIGRESS

+ dom Po. will not comment any further.

+ Po letting Tigress loosen up. getting her to laugh, to play with kids, to dance, literally any of those things that make her feel carefree and childlike and Po just. watching in awe. and ENCOURAGING her to do so. how beautiful is that?

+ TiPoLei family! TiPoLei family! TIPOLEI FAMILY! (bonus points if everyone jokes about Po and Ti basically being Lei Lei's parents and them just going "yeah. sounds about right. that's our daughter :)" thus confusing everyone PFFF)

+ them being each other's dates to any festival that goes on. like they don't even need to ask each other it's just obvious from how Tigress sticks by Po's side and only participates bc Po asked her to LMAO

+ jealous Tigress- I know that people see these kinds of tropes as a bit problematic if not done right but gosh do I love me some jelly Tigress. pLUS THE DENIAL SHE WOULD PULL WHEN IT IS SO OBVIOUS? sign me tf up

+ I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually write this but I would love to have that little moment where. say in between kfp2 and kfp3 when Tigress got her new golden hanfu and everyone is praising her for it and Po. he just sees her for the first time in that new hanfu and does that cute lovestruck ":O" expression as he stays quiet and frozen. and Tigress is asking stuff like "Po, you okay? what's wrong?" thus taking him out of his trance and making him flustered- YES PLEASE

okay this is getting way too long I'm gonna end it from here okay bye-

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Unfamiliar Familiar

ft. Kamisato Ayaka & Kamisato Ayato

The sounds of lyre strings getting strum, the soft crashing of waves against rock and sand were the only sounds that both siblings could hear.

Or... Were they both actually siblings?

In a technical sense, they would be - were it not for the fact that one belonged to another world.

They both had the same blood, same last name, similar first names, similar looks and the same parents.

Ayaka would be in absolute heaven if she was able to play instruments with her brother again - bonus points if it was an instrument from a foreign land.

Even when she was a child, she wouldn't play instruments all that often. More often than not, she would be spending most of her time with her brother sparring - or using other, somewhat more safer, bonding methods.

But ofcourse, there'd be a time where she'd occasionally play something. She could faintly remember the days when she played a flute, along a few others, with her brother playing something that could make her tunes more rhythmic.

She'd brush off this one as well, if it wasn't for the fact that this wasn't her brother.

This wasn't the one she knew.

They weren't related in any way possible.

They shouldn't even be remotely related to each other.

Yet this... other Ayato shared every single detail that hers had.

He had the same dexterity, the same looks, the same voice, the same personality and the same memories. Wasn't that enough for her?

Ofcourse not.

This wasn't her brother; he was the brother of another her, not her herself.

The uncanny feeling she had every time she looked at him was unsettling, one she'd furrow her eyebrows at as silent chills went down her spine.

She'd be lying if she didn't feel that this other Ayato hadn't felt the same discomfort as her.

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, as she did with him; one that looked like he both was savoring the moment, or silently disturbed and confused - just like she did.

The scenery was quite... Unsuitable for a harmonic symphony that the two of them were doing.

Jinren Island was mostly known for harbouring alot of Nobushi and a few Kairagi on it, almost using it as their outpost. And while both the sunrises and sunsets were beautiful as is, the two would rather play in the safety of the Kamisato Estate than here.

While, yes, they had already taken out most of them not too long ago - save for the ones at the top of the weirdly-shaped mountain/cliff - , they'd rather play in their home rather than an isolated island around 800 meters from their house.

It was a nice collaborative act that both Their Graces decided to unite them to do something that, while they didn't do often, they'd enjoy all the same. But...

Perhaps, there was... Another, more conventional, way to do so?

C/N: got this idea when trying to farm for PMA boss drops for my Ayaka; my friend stopped me and told me to stay still, only put Ayato at their front party slot and started playing a random tune using a lyre - the tune probably being a song or something else

i just played another random tune for bg music and ended up playing undertale/deltarune music lmao

might actually make this one into a series - not of just Ayaka and Ayato btw

[melonminnie]

HKBIGKBUB HELLOOO ‼️<3

CAN I PLS REQUEST AN OSCAR X FEMALE READER WHERE READER IS BASICALLY MABEL'S BODYGUARD [ role playing of course bcs she's still a kid]

so like her family reader clings to mabel and is always with her when she doesn't have classes [maybe she's oscar's playmate] and is so good at using a sword [ better than oscar lmao] so she decides to become mabel's bodyguard but she's so young so you could say she's role playing but when mabel was about to get kidnapped [ she stayed in the castel because it was late and oscar insisted that she stays for the night and she agreed bcs her guts told she should stay] she was the first one to go to her with esteban even thought her room was so far from mabel's room [ how did she hear her, bodyguard's feeling ig] it would be so funny if she was a simp just like mabel's family so she was about to kill that ugly man [i would've cursed him but i don't want to break my fast lmao] both because he was about to kidnap mabel and because he saw mabel rolling before her, does he even know how much she waited to see her sweet cute mabel roll‼️

bonus point if reader is cold and calm that even her parents rarely see her smile but after the accident by a day she apologies to mabel because she wasn't there to protect her as if she could understand her [she does] so mabel asks her to hug her and boom , reader's hugs her and smile , i really wants to see oscar's reaction to his crush smiling infront of him for the first time

THAT'S ALL‼️<3

THANK U AND PLS TAKE YOUR TIME‼️‼️<3333

And I tried to hold her(Oscar x fem! Reader)

-HIHI mind that a newborn can walk I remembered half way threw taht she couldn’t 😾!TYSMMMM FOR REQUESTING <3333 mwah

“Y/n” The pink head yelled running towards the girl, Y/ns eyes filled with glee at the sound of Mabel’s voice.

“Mabel!” The girl replied with the same excitement opening her arms to greet the princess. Mabel accepted the invitation and hugged the girl back happily. “Y/nn can you play with me this time” she whined

"I can, but only for a little while. I have to go somewhere with Oscar later," Y/N replied.

"That's okay! I want to show you what my dad got for me," Mabel said, taking Y/N's hand and dragging her to her room.

A while later, Oscar peered through the door with a grin on his face. "Y/N, we have to go now," he said, entering the room.

"Oh, right now? I must have lost track of time," she mumbled to herself before standing up. "Alright, Mabel, bye!" Y/N waved her arm and walked out the door with the silver-haired boy.

"I like it when Y/N doesn't have any classes," Mabel thought to herself as she watched the two exit her room.

"Plus, if only adults took her secretly, she could have been my bodyguard instead of Lisandro," she thought, looking around the room until she spotted the familiar man. She scrunched up her face in disgust.

It was no secret how much she hated the man.

A few hours had passed since Mabel and Y/N departed. The crown princess could hear muffled noises from the opposite end of her room. Being on the floor, she slowly crawled towards the sound and listened to the conversation.

"Oscar, I really can't stay. I would if I could, but I didn't even tell my parents," the girl, whose voice was familiar to Y/N, argued.

"It's fine, Y/N! We can send a letter to your parents. It's far too late for you to go out now," he argued back.

The argument between the two slowly faded as she kept thinking. Y/N was having slight doubts about leaving.

"Fine," the girl agreed hesitantly. With that, Mabel heard her older brother say something, then footsteps.

Soon it was time for Mabel to go to sleep. Of course, since she naturally couldn’t sleep, she decided to learn how to flip or roll over.

Earlier that day, the priests who had been trying to take Mabel away were allowed to see her. Safe to say, she didn’t even like them.

The pink-haired girl could sense something was wrong and stared around the room. From the corner of her eye, she saw the same priest walking closer to her, whispering about how she'd be coming with him. Her instincts kicked in, and suddenly she flipped over, kicking the man somehow in his face.

He was surprised, but soon Y/N and Esteban’s voices were heard. The priest had been thrown into jail.

“I wanted to see Mabel roll!” The young girl mumbled angrily staring at the priest in handcuffs.

The emperor stared at his daughter for a second before reverting his attention back to the culprit.

y/n got closer to Mabel, her expression was sad, the girl stared at the pink head before holding her tiny hands and gently rocking them back and forth.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to see you roll over” the girl cried slightly in anger. Mabel moved her arms and hugged the girls head as if reassuring her that it was okay.

after all this was the first time Mabel had seen her cry.

After everything was settled, the next day news of the princess getting kidnapped was the new hot topic in between the commoners.

it made y/n feel even more guilty and the fact that she didn’t was supposed to be there for her but she wasn’t she was asleep.

So y/n quickly went to the princess’s room , with one come in the girl entered her eyes to the floor.

Mabel didn’t like the sight one but it only reminded her of her brother, the older girl got closer and knelt down once more.

“Mabel I’m really sorry for not being able to protect you” she said her voice laced with sadness slightly breaking apart.

the girl began crying, did Mabel mean that much to her?.

Mabel hugged the girl reassuringly, “it’s okay you didn’t know” she replied, after a while the girl calmed down.

When she did she stood up, and for the first time she smiled, a genuine smile that you can tell apart.

At that moment, Oscar came in he immediately ran up to y/n after noticing the tears on her face.

But with his shocked expression, Mabel was able to tell that this was also his first time ever seeing you smile.

“Y/n don’t cry” he reassured, “I’m not” the girl replied with a smile still on her face. Oscar couldn’t stop he couldn’t utter a word even all he could do it stare.

“Y/n even though your always so pretty, I think your smile will be engraved into my mind forever, Your so pretty smiling”

[spenglercore]

Omggg I was gonna send you some asks about Egon headcanons and completely forgot lol

So I saw you headcanon Egon as autistic and wanted to know what kinds of stims you headcanon him to do/have! Also as a bonus what kind of fidgets do you think would work best for him? Because we all know those are hot and miss and not everything works for everybody 😂

It's funny, I had a bit about him being on the spectrum to be widely accepted fanon in the last ask, but trimmed it bc I'd already written a novel.

Stims are one thing I've actually put a lot of thought into as far as his character, cos like you said, they differ from person to person. I stim very differently from my spouse, lmao.

Finger tapping is one that he actually does in the first film; he's tapping his fingers on the surveyor's tape measure he's holding when they first got to the firehouse, and I feel like that's also pretty common. This was also my jumping-off point for a few of his other physical stims.

More under the cut!

So alongside finger tapping, I often see him doing the classic idle leg bounce. Both are mundane and fairly ubiquitous even among NT people, so he doesn't feel the need to actively resist or stop himself. Both motions tap into his sense of proprioception in a very pleasant way. Something about the motion coupled with the resistance of changing direction rapidly just pings his brain Just Right. Another thing that stems from that, but one that he's learned to hide after one too many times getting mocked for it is dancing. I hc he learned to dance as a kid because well, in the late 40s and into the 50s that's just. What one learned to do, and in the first film it's stated that he and the others danced with some people at a club called The Rose. He enjoys the movement for the same reasons he taps his fingers or bounces his leg; there's motion through space, a sort of resistive feeling when there's a change in direction due to inertia, the impact of his feet on the ground. But he only dances whenever he's sure he's alone, so nobody really knows about it and they actually assume he can't dance, especially because he dislikes having to dance with a complete stranger, so his movements become stilted and almost robotic because the proximity to someone he's unfamiliar with.

You get him in the same room with someone he's comfortable with though and it's a different story >:)

Dancing as a stim also leads very nicely into his auditory stim. He's a Song Repeater of the highest caliber, and the music that tickles his brain is very much not what people expect. He tends to gravitate toward songs that have sounds more toward the lower ranges that feel 'fuller' sound-wise. Songs like Don't Bring Me Down by ELO, Gimme Some Lovin' by Spencer Davis Group, and The Loco-Motion by Grand Funk Railroad is one he listened to so much in college that Ray will change the station or turn off the radio outright if it comes on. But anything with a sort of 'heavy' or 'bouncy' feel to it, especially if it has repetitive or broad cyclic elements is going to get his attention most of the time.

He's also got a tactile stim with a bit of a story behind it, but I'll save that for another ask bc it's 1: Long and 2: Involves my headcanons for the kind of people his parents were. So, in lieu of any sort of purpose-made fidget toy, he's almost always got a rocker switch in his pocket:

The motion of clicking it back and forth is very pleasant to him, and he also likes the feel of the switch's smooth, concave profile and sometimes just runs his thumb along the curve rather than actually clicking the switch over. It's small enough to keep in his pocket or even just hold in his hand while he messes with it, and doesn't attract attention. And most importantly it's not loud. I definitely feel like he's one of those people who would have to be physically restrained from attempting to murder the pen-clicker in the room because it feels like someone stabbing him in the brain with a pencil repeatedly. Bad Noise(tm).

[bi-hop]

faliiiiinnnnnnnn

Falin!

How I feel about this character: it's actually kinda funny upon further reflection that she's one of my favorite characters. because I reread dungeon meshi a lot (just random chapters) to try and absorb the dialogue and she's barely present? Obviously, she haunts the text, and chimera!Falin shows up pretty regularly, but her herself? barely there! mostly post-canon! she rocks though to be clear.

I think what I like most about her is how the person viewing her subtly shapes what we expect from her. I remember being somewhat surprised she was so cordial with her parents still, as Marcille was, because even though Laios acknowledged the possibility of her not being as strongly affected by their upbringing, I didn't actually believe that would be the case. I enjoy that all of her loved ones have these lens on that mean you do get to see Falin, but almost always through these curtains of bias first. I don't know what it means for me that part of why I like her is because of getting to peel back that curtain every so often. LMAO

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Farcille, for starters, which I won't dwell on. basically everyone loves it. LET'S TALK OTHER STUFF!!!!

if I had a nickel for every time I wrote Asivia falling for a lady despite being at Laios' court in post-canon presumably to 'try again', I'd have two nickels. this is becoming a funny trend. anyway won't mention the other fic but I have this general idea for Asivia having an interest in dragoness Falin that no one really picks up on because I like mess. I still don't really know if I want the interest to be reciprocated or not. but I think Asivia is neat. I support women trying to get money out of guys, even if said guy is my fave. enough about Laios though. in terms of attraction, I think it's mostly a matter of beauty and power as the starting point. that might sound not genuine, but I think the draw of the power part of Falin is a fascination with the freedom she now represents and embodies. I dunno though, I've basically invented Asivia in my head.

there's also Rin, which I can only express this way

no one sees my vision though

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Laios (I wish good big brothers were real) of course. Marcille also. I think those are the main ones. That isn't to diminish her bond with any other character, just OTP is a big weighty term to me and those are the dynamics I've dwelled on the most. I should change that though bc Chilchuck calling her strange (if I recall right) in his relationship map (or hers?) was funny to me. you did all that for a girl you think is weird? aight, grump grump

My unpopular opinion about this character: she should have killed more people actually-

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: my dream... my sole dream... is a random ass bonus thing that's 'Falin's traveling journal' a la Senshi's journal and we get to see countries in the dungeon meshi world that weren't named and life is good. life is so good. my final message. gootbye

[thesleepiestselkie]

hehe i got tagged in one of those ask games by @whatever-lola-wants

1. Are you named after anyone? i accidentally stole one of my friends' names as a middle name? i don't think that actually counts tho

2. When was the last time you cried? lmao talking to my mom about how much we both miss my brother a couple days ago

3. Do you have kids? nope! my wife does, and i consider them family, but we're not in that kind of place where i could call them My Kids.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? oh god i am so snarky. whenever i get annoyed i get sarcastic and usually stay that way until i get called on it or say something so dickish i notice myself lmao. i'm working on it

5. What is the first thing you notice about a person?their hair, 100%

6. What’s your eye color? i have stupid white person ya protag eyes. i have an inner-eye heterochromia, so the majority of my iris is blue, but there's a brown ring that becomes more or less visible depending on the lighting conditions lmao so i have goddamn color changing anime eyes. i am not proud of this

7. Scary movie or happy ending? this is a very weird dichotomy. plenty of scary movies have happy endings. i don't like outright sad endings to movies, or anything too navel-gaze-y, but i'm a sucker for a happy ending, and also for jumpscares

8. Any special talents? does designing period architecture in the sims count

9. Where were you born? i was born in virginia, us, which has practically no bearing on my life whatsoever because i moved away when i was 2 and i regularly have to ask my parents what town i was born in

10. What are your hobbies? i read a lot, study japanese, play video games, and write/draw/paint/etc when the mood hits

11. Do you have any pets? yes! my sweet baby iphigenia is tagged under #iphi.baby and she has a sibling named gremlin (my wife's cat)

12. What sports do you/have you played? none now, but... soccer, tennis, gymnastics, and swim at various points growing up

13. How tall are you? 5'8"

14. Favorite subject in school? anything mythology or folklore related! which in grade school was mostly english class, and then classics courses in college on top of english courses

15. Dream Job? right now i think my goal is to become a human rights lawyer, although the exact confluence of what i'm good at and what i care about might end up being different

Bonus: any significance to your blog's name: i plead the fucking fifth

tagging: @sadclowncentral @poltergeistings @nonbeenaree idk y'all don't gotta and if anyone sees this and wants to do it bc it sounds fun u should say i tagged u and go for it (& @ me so i see it!)

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

from true name to laughter, céfiro, amelia, and marilla

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

Céfiro is the Spanish version of the name Zephyr which means west wind. I wanted his name to be flighty, I can't explain it well. But I wanted it to be fluid in a way but not relating to water. So, wind!

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

It's actually kind of unfortunate cause the Destan-Mixtio kids don't actually exist in a lot of my ad vitam aus?? So I haven't thought of very many!!

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Céfiro has an unfortunate amount of nightmares about his and Araceli's time on the streets. Céf always made a point to protect 'celi, even if she didn't know it. And as a result he's seen/experienced a lot of things he doesn't talk about, they tend to haunt him.

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

Nah Céfiro has stayed mostly the same.. Though I've fleshed out the differences between when we meet him as a teenager and how he is as an adult, but that's not really changing that's just.. growing up lmao?

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

Céfiro loooves tattoos.. It's why he becomes a tattoo artist lol

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

He and Araceli are inseparable. They cannot imagine a life apart, its why they ran away from foster care, so they couldn't be separated. There is nothing he wouldn't do for his twin,,

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

A little bit from Cirino tbh? But he's mostly on his own,, as an adult he's got very similar traits to Vesper and Alee as well though, but again parenting..

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

He's a jokester, he lovesss pranks too! His laugh is loud, it always gets others laughing too.

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

Okay.. Lol. Amelia Johnson is her name and I chose it because it sounded really stereotypical white eng american.

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

Unfortunately same as above.

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

She's laying in a field of wildflowers, sun shining on her skin, its warm, and the breeze smells like honey. She can hear her family laughing and there's a blanket underneath her and she is at peace.

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

No not really! Same circumstance as the above where I've just changed how she acts between 18 and her mid 20s.

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

Amelia love loves caramels.. Guilty pleasure snack

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

Being Alee's biological child but not Vesper's makes her feel a tad odd sometimes.. She overcompensates in a way by spending a lot of time doing stuff with Vesper! She's learned how to clean weapons, how to help xem if xyr motorcycle breaks down, and she has a bunch of fun mixology books based on games/books/movies/ect.

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

Rowan made the picrew and then I went WILD, but for her personality and stuff no not really

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

She doesn't laugh at childish stuff, but if you give her a really complex joke she'll laugh so hard she snorts for ten minutes...

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

Marilla means 'Shining Sea' and this is because I wanted a water based name to match River! Her middle name is based off of Cirino's name cause she isss named after him.

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

Criminal Minds au! but uh not many thoughts there, sorry..

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Marilla has this odd reoccurring dream where she doesn't have any fingers and then she wakes up and has to check her hands before going "phew!"

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

She originally started as Alee and Vesper's adopted daughter in Criminal Minds au before becoming their first bio kid in canon. She used to not like them at all cause of being overprotective of River in that au

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

Her family, more than anything.

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

Her relationship with River is really sweet. She loves them dearly. She's protective of them and she'll do anything to keep them safe. Especially safe from what their respective clans expect from them. Hence her taking on the Mixtio mantle.

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

She is heavily based off of Alee's original personality before I changed him :) she is also supposed to share some similarities with Sienna/Senette.

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

She'll laugh at anything if its said in the right tone lmao.. she's a huge giggler. a bit muffled cause she tends to cover her mouth when she giggles.

[soggykookiesandcream]

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ​ - ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ

5 years later...

Taemin's POV

"Why are you with that fool? He doesn't even talk to anyone at school," a boy snickers talking to Jungwon as I fist my hands in my pocket, "You see that girl there? She's rich. She's about to be famous and debut as an actress soon. That Taemin- He's not even popular. You've been with him for five years and he still hasn't introduced you to his parents?"

"Okay, okay," Jungwon chuckles, "Let's unpack. First off, he is not a fool. Second off, I don't need a popular 'pick-me-girl'. I have Taemin, he makes me the happiest person on earth. Third off, he's not ready to introduce me to his parents yet. He's promised me that he'll get us to meet soon and he always keeps his promise. He's a good boy. Now, the next time you come to me bitching about my boyfriend, I'll make sure to throw you out that window," Jungwon points to a window nearby and turns around walking away. I smile softly walking into my class. 

I make him the happiest person on earth.

And I'm a good boy!

I'll make sure that guy is thrown out that exact window you pointed at, Jungwon. I will.

I will also introduce you to my parents. 

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"Jungwon," Taemin smiles as he hugs him from behind.

"Yes, Taeboy?" Jungwon asks chopping vegetables for dinner.

"Taeboy loves you so much," he kisses his neck softly.

"Uh, uh," Jungwon shakes his head, "Don't turn me on when I'm trying to cook. I will chop your hands," he says when he feels Taemin's hand go further down his hips.

"But I need you, wonnie," Taemin smiles pressing his hips onto Jungwon's back. 

"You always need me, don't you?" Jungwon chuckles placing the knife down and pushing all the chopped items into the pot. 

"Mhm," Taemin snakes his hand around Jungwon's waist caressing his stomach, "Do you want to meet my parents?"

"What? Is that even a question?" The older boy smacks Taemin's bottom, "Of course, I want to!"

"I've asked my parents and they invited you over on Saturday night for dinner," Taemin says with a grin.

"Really?" The older boy does a little dance of happiness before skipping over to their room, "I'm gonna choose what to wear. I really want to impress them."

"Can you please take care of that later and take care of me first, please," Taemin follows his boyfriend like a puppy. Jungwon looks at Taemin's awkward posture trying to hide his bulge shyly.

Jungwon hums scanning the younger's figure with his lips between his teeth, "I'm gonna need you to show me some tricks before I give you treats, Taeboy," Jungwon ruffles Taemin's hair.

"Yes," Taemin clutches onto Jungwon's shirt, "Anything. Any trick you ask me."

"Good boy," Jungwon smirks pulling Taemin onto the bed by his collar, "You're gonna be a good boy for me, right?"

"Yes," Taemin whines as Jungwon runs his finger up his thighs, "Good boy. Good boy only for you."

"You know the drill, baby," Jungwon grabs Taemin by his hair, 

"On your knees."

500 words

A/N- This has been in my drafts for a while now and um I have finally found the courage to post this lmao. We got sub!Taemin. Anyways, I saw a comment saying "Yang Jungwon?" But honestly, no. I didn't take Jungwon from Enhypen. I just googled Korean names and that name sounded nice so I just took it lol. You can imagine him or anyone you want lol idm. Also, I might upload another bonus chapter. I don't know lol I really want to move on from this book but I just keep getting more and more ideas for this book 💀

[sparkyblizz]

okay wait I have even more woes of the writing variety to add: I feel like this is still a poorly fleshed out premise. at least, for me. it's comedic, the premise is supposed to be silly and funny, but the issue is that I can't wrap my head around how to make the friendship/romance compelling.

this post is long so I'll write the rest under the cut:

I'll come right out and say it: this is a blackbright fic and the entire premise is that Bobby and Simon are both fans of the Steel Samurai and go to a convention in cosplay head to toe so they're unrecognisable, Simon's the Steel Samurai, Bobby's the Pink Princess, etc. etc. and the idea is they become friends at the con and then they keep in contact while also becoming friends as coworkers who don't realise they're also friends online and then the reveal happens and after the reveal the romance is supposed to start being worked on.

added bonus is that this is a no UR-1 au, so you know, Metis is still alive, the Phantom never did anything, never impersonated Bobby, Simon never went to jail, etc. etc. and I wanted to write this as a no UR-1 au because let's let these people have a happy time for once, but now I realise that with the lack of angst that UR-1 and DD canon brings, I'm struggling to make the friendship or romance compelling. like my best idea is that no one knows these two are Steel Samurai fans apart from their family, like, Metis, Aura, and Athena know Simon is a big Steel Samurai fan, and Bobby's parents ig know he's a big Steel Samurai fan, but outside of that no one else knows, not even coworkers on either side, it's a closely guarded secret for both of them because they think their coworkers wouldn't take them seriously, and the idea for the strengthened friendship and blossoming romance comes from the fact that like, they have a similar interest, they can connect over that, they can be themselves around each other! which I think sounds like a good enough idea but then I'm also like "it's not compelling enough it's too shallow" and I'm just here

like compared to some of my other DD themed fics, I feel like this is too silly or shallow? like I do have some purely silly light-hearted ones but usually those ones aren't romance ones so I don't have to make any romances compelling! my most emotionally-centred fic I think is A Spoonful of Sugar, which features Simon trying to be a nicer person and learn to open up about his issues, and the OPENING SCENE is Simon trying to visit Bobby in the hospital, who is in a coma from what the Phantom did to him, and when he's turned away and leaves and happens upon Athena, who starts talking to him about it, he doesn't know how to cope with his emotions about the situation and he doesn't want to address them and begins to deny and panic and eventually yells at her! (he apologises immediately and feels bad just in case you were wondering.) angst right out the gate! the fic was made to be compelling even if part of the premise is silly, that part being Trucy offers to use magic to make him nicer and he accepts.

I'm very proud of that fic, and a couple of the others I've written that I'm a bit more critical of still have something to run on, the one that has a really long title that I call "indy" for short (I'm Not Dead Yet, So I Guess I’ll Be Alright) has a sillier premise too but a little bit of angst and I dunno I think it works for what it is, then the aurametis fic (I Want You to Want Me) has themes of found family tied into the romance because Metis is trying to cope with the loss of her husband and Aura and Simon are orphans so they've both got loss to cope with and find each other etc. etc. you get what I'm going for

but here, with this fic I'm currently working on, I'm struggling to make it work. I've rambled so much I'm not even sure what my point is anymore

at this point I just think I'm overthinking it lmao

time to update y'all on the writing woes: I have a fic in the works but I feel like it's a flop and I have no idea what to do with it. I know I should at least try and get to the bottom of the issue but I just can't bring myself to 😭

I feel like I have to write a lot of interactions for this fic because its focus is supposed to be on friendships developing (so the romance can develop) and I just don't know how to write enough of these interactions AUGH

and one of the ones I have written I just feel like doesn't work. no idea what I'm supposed to do here