#I HATE THIS MODE WITH A PASSION

[skrunksthatwunk]

a brief list of traits of mine that apparently ppl who know me very well do not have the privilege of seeing:

the conversational burger tulpa

just showing up or leaving or starting conversations without any greeting

not knowing i was supposed to reciprocate small talk/general questions until i was NINETEEN and even now barely remember to. ("how are you?" "good!" "........." "................." (<- i have hit many doctors, dentists, etc with this one))

slow blinking + extremely slight nod as hello to complete strangers who may not even be looking my way (not sure i was ever convinced they could tell, but it was a necessary ritual at that point. it's for ME)

can't look at people a lot of the time? not just eye contact like anything but shoes backs and shoulders

just ending a conversation (even one i am enjoying) and leaving without saying bye + speeding to class as fast as possible bc It Is Time For Class and when it is time for class I Walk To Class It Is Time To Walk To Class (such that this + similar thoughts about setting up my pens and notebooks as fast as possible (Class Mode) genuinely impede my social life)

wishing i was blind/deaf when i was a kid for no apparent reason other than that it seemed vaguely easier somehow (note: i didn't actually think it was somehow easier, i was overstimulated and could barely recognize the full body discomfort i was experiencing as such. same reason i found school easier when i broke my glasses, because the level of visual input was lower)

getting told my voice is deadpan and feeling BETRAYED bc i'd been putting a lot of effort into my line delivery my whole life (combines with excessive hyperbole -> very weird misunderstandings + social blunders i do not fully understand to this day)

similar note: mind SHATTERED by finding out what my side profile looked like at 13 or so. physically incapable of not staring at myself in every reflective surface i encounter (as if something will dramatically change without my noticing)

only feeling truly understood and kept-up with as a child on the day one of my friends happened to forget their adhd meds. this happened Multiple times with different people

[ao3commentoftheday]

do you think my readers will notice that im not as passionate about my story anymore? i used to be so consumed by it and my chapters were always long and detailed. but now i am tired and the chapters are shorter and im not as excited, just trying to get it done. i assume people would prefer a finished fic over an abandoned one, even if the finished fic is a little rushed at the end. do you think thats the case?

I love a completed fic, don't get me wrong, but I'd rather have an abandoned fic and know that the author was doing what they wanted to do instead of having a completed fic that the author hated writing the end of.

I'm a big fan of not finishing things, in general. It might be weird to say, but not finishing things is actually a skill I've practiced and tried to build up.

I'm still working on it, but I try to check in with myself when I'm doing something in my free time and just sort of make sure that I'm doing it because *I* want to do it, not because I think other people expect me to do it.

That's why I said no when people asked me about making a dark mode of the medieval site skin. I know I wouldn't enjoy doing it, and I know it would take me several hours to do, and I didn't want to take on that work because I knew it would end with me feeling resentful of the askers. No matter how many thanks I got in return, it wouldn't be enough for the annoyance of doing the thing in the first place.

Did I feel like kind of a bitch? Yes. Did they think that too? Quite possibly. But there are only so many hours in a day and I only have so much of myself to give, and I'd rather answer tumblr asks now that I've got the ask box open again.

If you don't want to finish this story, you really don't have to. It's your story. If you want to abandon it entirely, that's your choice to make. If you want to post one last chapter with a bullet point summary of the plot beats you were planning to hit, that's your choice. If you want to orphan it or delete it or put it on hiatus, those are all your choice as well.

I just encourage you to think less about what other people want and more about what you want. Writing fic is play, not work. If it feels like work then you can just... stop.

I didn't actually answer your question here, so I'll invite other people to give their thoughts. Whatever the outcome of that is, though, take care of yourself 💗

[neon-danger]

Alex is an NPC right now because he and Jack don't live together because if they did, they'd never get anything done as they are obsessed with each other. Even now, as they howl together and sniff each other lmao.

I can’t with the werewolves pack it makes so uncomfy even the quote unquote scary werewolves just look like fursonas

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

[sinsxo]

bedtime tantrums. —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. blue lock boys vs their tiny, angry daughter who doesn't want to sleep just yet.

cw. drabble, you guys are married and have a 1-year-old daughter, fem!reader, fluff.

wc. 1k words, not proofread.

blue lock: girl dad diaries.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

“last one, okay? it’s almost time for your bedtime,” isagi said, playing one last video as he sat cross-legged in front of the tv with your 1-year-old daughter on his lap.

as soon as the video ended, he stood up with her in his arms. but she suddenly started crying, pointing at the screen.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, looking genuinely panicked. “it’s late. we’ll watch it tomorrow, okay?”

“nuuu!!” she cried, squirming and flailing in his arms.

“hey, hey, you’re gonna fall—!” he exclaimed softly, setting her down on the carpet.

she immediately sat on the ground and threw herself into a dramatic tantrum — fists clenched, flailing in every direction, face scrunched, launching into a full baby-rage mode. isagi knelt beside her, trying to calm her down until she pointed her tiny finger right at him, glaring, and started yelling some very passionate baby gibberish.

“w— what? are you scolding me?” isagi blinked, pale. he looked like she had just accused him of a crime.

she kept going, poking him in the chest with her finger repeatedly as she furiously babbled.

“you can’t do that… that’s mean,” he mumbled, trying to hug her.

she didn’t budge. still grumpy. still rebelling. isagi looked absolutely defeated as he got up and walked to the bedroom.

“she’s mad at me. she yelled at me, in baby language,” he told you, looking devastated. “i think she hates me.”

you couldn’t stop laughing as you walked over to help. after a bit of coaxing from you, she finally gave in, sniffling as you and isagi tucked her in together.

“you can’t talk to your father like that, you’ll hurt his feelings,” you whispered with a smile.

“please don’t be mad at me,” isagi added gently, letting her hold onto his finger. “we’ll watch your favourite show again tomorrow, okay?”

she smiled sleepily, laughing a little as you both kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

rin walked out of the kitchen with your daughter’s bottle in one hand, spotting her sitting on the floor playing with her toys.

“it’s bedtime. time to keep your toys,” he said, placing the bottle on the table.

“no!” she said, not even looking at him as she continued playing.

she didn’t even spare him a glance.

“…no?” rin repeated, sitting next to her as he gently took her hand. “it’s late. you need sleep, or you’ll be cranky tomorrow.”

“no!” she snatched her hand away and shook her head furiously.

“hey. don’t be stubborn. i’ll let you play longer tomorrow.”

“no!!” she turned toward him, scowling, and launched into some furious baby language that made her stance very clear: she was not listening. she crossed her arms and pouted, shooting him a furious glare.

“excuse me?” rin blinked, visibly offended. “what did you just say to me?”

she turned away dramatically.

“hey. look at me,” rin said, leaning over to catch her eyes. “you’re sulking now? really?”

silence, she refused to look at him.

“…fine. ten more minutes,” he said, sighing. “but you better not throw another tantrum.”

immediately, she beamed with joy and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“…cheeky little manipulator. you know i can’t say no to you or your mother,” he muttered under his breath, melting as he hugged his little girl back.

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae turned off the tv without a word and reached out, gently tugging on his daughter’s arm.

“let’s go, it’s late. time for bed.”

“nooo papa!” she whined, pulling away. “wan’ toyyy!!”

“your mother’s gonna worry if you don’t sleep early,” he said casually. “we don’t stress mommy out, remember?”

“no papa!” she cried, running off.

sae sighed and followed her, crouching down. she pouted on the floor, arms crossed, and started mumbling angry gibberish. somewhere in the mix, he caught:

“papa bad.”

“oh? so now that you can baby talk, you’re being a brat?” he said as he scooped her up.

she squirmed and screamed in his arms, going off in his ear.

“you really are just like your mother,” sae chuckled, not even mad. he looked almost proud.

she was still crying into his neck, spewing nonsense.

"okay, okay. calm down. i’ll get you a new toy if you go to bed.” he said as he tried to tuck her in.

miraculously, she quieted down and stopped putting up a fight.

“happy now?” he teased.

she nodded seriously.

“good. i don’t think i taught you to talk like that though,” he added, raising a brow.

she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, earning a soft scoff from him.

“…unbelievable,” sae muttered before kissing her forehead.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi was lying on the bedroom floor next to your daughter while she played a game on his phone. he wasn’t doing much, just watching her while she tapped away.

he glanced at the clock. “bedtime.”

she didn’t react, ignoring him.

he lazily reached over and held her hand. “c’mon. time for bed.”

she snatched her hand back and kept playing.

“hey. i said it’s bedtime,” he repeated, gently.

no reaction.

“hey,” nagi sat up slightly. “you’re ignoring me now?”

still nothing.

so he took the phone.

“eyyyy!!” she shouted, scrambling to get it back. “papa phone!!”

“you need to sleep,” nagi replied, still calm.

“no!” she yelled. then it started — a full gibberish rant. she shouted nonsense at him like he just ruined her life.

nagi blinked.

then slowly turned to you, still in shock. “hey, babe… are you hearing this?”

you looked up from your book, grinning. “she’s fighting back?”

“she’s fighting back…” nagi muttered, wide-eyed as he bent down to pick her up. “hey, who taught you how to fight back, huh?”

she reached out and put her little hand on his face, trying to squirm away, but he just held her close to his chest and stood up.

she kept grumbling and kicking the whole way to bed. he never thought he’d lose arguments to a toddler, but here he was, completely silent as he tucked her in — still visibly disturbed by how much she'd won the argument.

as he turned to leave the room, she let out one final, dramatic pouty “hmph!”

nagi paused in the doorway, sighed deeply, and muttered, “…she’s gonna be trouble.”

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[twistedreads]

Stubborn love — Nick Leister

summary— After a heated argument, Nick retreats into silence, leaving you to navigate the emotional distance.

warnings—Angst, silent treatment, emotional tension, eventual fluff

Masterlist

Nick had always been a little stubborn, but that was one of the things you loved about him. He was passionate, opinionated, and fiercely loyal—sometimes to a fault. You had been together for quite a while now, and you understood each other’s moods and quirks well. But that didn’t stop the occasional argument from sneaking up on you both, especially when jealousy or pride got in the way.

Last night had been one of those nights.

You hadn’t meant to upset him. It wasn’t like you did anything outright disrespectful. At least, not in your eyes. But something about the way you had laughed at another guy’s joke—too enthusiastically, apparently—or how you had playfully touched his arm while telling a story had set Nick off.

He hadn’t said anything at first. But you noticed the way his jaw clenched, how his usually warm brown eyes darkened, and how he barely touched his drink for the rest of the night. He had let it simmer until you got home, and then it all came spilling out.

“So, what was that back there?” he had asked, arms crossed, his broad frame leaned against the kitchen counter.

You blinked at him, confused. “What was what?”

He scoffed, running a hand through his brown curls, the frosted blonde tips catching the dim kitchen light. “That guy. The way you were laughing at everything he said like he was the funniest bloke in the world. And don’t even get me started on the little touch on the arm.”

Your brows furrowed. “Nick, I was just being friendly. It wasn’t like that.”

“Not like that?” he repeated, voice laced with disbelief. “You think I didn’t see the way he was looking at you? And you—you just let him.”

You sighed, already exhausted. “Nick, I love you. Why would I be interested in some random guy when I have you?”

But he was too caught up in his emotions to listen. The argument went in circles, neither of you willing to back down. Eventually, you both went to bed without resolving it, and Nick didn’t even kiss you goodnight.

Now, it was the next day, and Nick was in full attitude mode.

It started at breakfast. You had made him his favorite, eggs on toast, and set it on the table in front of him. Usually, he’d smile at you, murmur a soft “Thanks, love,” and pull you into a quick hug. But today?

He barely acknowledged it.

“Oh, I see. No ‘thank you’ today?” you teased, trying to break the ice.

He took a bite, chewed, then finally looked at you with the most unimpressed expression. “Didn’t know I had to say ‘thank you’ when I’m so undeserving of your attention.”

You groaned, dropping your fork onto your plate. “Nick, come on.”

He shrugged, acting as if your exasperation didn’t bother him. “Oh, now you want to talk to me? Thought you had more interesting conversations elsewhere.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” He took another bite, chewing slowly, dragging out the silence just to get under your skin.

You inhaled deeply, trying to push down the irritation bubbling in your chest. You hated when he got like this.

After breakfast, you followed him into the living room, flopping onto the couch beside him. He immediately shifted further away, pretending to be focused on his phone.

“Nick,” you whined, nudging him.

“Oh, I see, now you remember my name,” he quipped, not looking up.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “You are such a drama queen.”

“And you are such a flirt.”

That made you snap your head back up. “I was not flirting!”

“Right, and I’m the King of England,” he muttered, scrolling aimlessly.

You crossed your arms, staring at him with an exaggerated pout. If he was going to be stubborn, so were you.

“Fine. Be mad. I’ll just be over here, missing my boyfriend.”

You stood up and dramatically walked out of the room, hoping he’d crack and call you back.

He didn’t.

The day dragged on, and Nick’s attitude remained the same—cold, distant, annoyingly smug. Every time you tried to close the distance, he pulled away just enough to make you feel like you were chasing him.

When you reached for his hand at lunch, he casually pulled it back to grab his drink.

When you sat beside him on the couch again, he got up to “stretch” and conveniently sat back down further away.

When you tried to steal his hoodie—the one you always wore when you wanted to feel extra close to him—he snatched it off the chair before you could grab it.

“Oh, now you want my hoodie?” he said, smirking. “Maybe you should ask your friend for one instead.”

You were this close to throwing a pillow at him.

But eventually, cracks began to show.

He wasn’t as committed to ignoring you as he wanted to be.

When you fake yawned and rested your head against his shoulder, he let you—only for a second—before clearing his throat and shifting.

When you curled up on the couch with a dramatic “Guess I’ll just be lonely forever,” he rolled his eyes but failed to hide a small smirk.

And when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind while he was doing the dishes, he sighed—deeply—but didn’t pull away.

“You’re annoying,” he muttered.

“And you love me,” you countered, pressing your face into his back.

He didn’t respond, but he also didn’t move away.

Progress.

Later that night, you had been reaching for a glass in the cupboard when it slipped from your fingers, shattering against the counter. A sharp sting shot through your hand, and you gasped, pulling it back to see a thin but deep cut across your palm.

Nick was there in an instant.

“Bloody hell, love, what happened?”

You barely had time to process before he was pulling your injured hand toward him, inspecting the wound with wide, worried eyes. His stubbornness had vanished in an instant, replaced by pure concern.

“You’re bleeding,” he murmured, grabbing a clean towel and pressing it against your palm. “You need to be more careful. What were you even doing?”

You bit your lip, eyes stinging for a different reason now.

“I was just… trying to get a glass.” Your voice came out small.

He shook his head, leading you to the bathroom. He had completely forgotten about being mad, too focused on taking care of you. He turned on the faucet, running your hand under the water, his own hands surprisingly gentle despite their usual firm grip.

As he dabbed at the wound with antiseptic, you sniffled.

“Nick?”

He looked up immediately, his face softening when he saw the tears gathering in your eyes.

“What is it, love?”

You hesitated before whispering, “I hate when you’re like this with me.”

His brows knit together, thumb brushing over your wrist. “Like what?”

“Mean. Distant.” You looked away, voice thick with emotion. “I know I upset you, but I would never do anything to disrespect you on purpose. And when you ignore me, when you act like you don’t care—it hurts, Nick.”

His face fell.

“I thought… I don’t know. I thought maybe this was the end. That you didn’t love me anymore.”

Nick’s hands froze before he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.

“No,” he murmured, cupping your face and making you look at him. His expression was filled with regret, and his stubbornness finally melted away. “No, don’t ever think that. I was just being an idiot. I was jealous, and I let it get to me.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, his fingers still cradling your cheeks. “I love you, and I’m sorry. I hate knowing I made you feel like that.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and he wiped them away gently before pressing soft kisses along your face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” you whispered.

He exhaled shakily, his lips finding yours in a slow, apologetic kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close like he was afraid to let go.

“You won’t,” he promised against your lips. “You never will.”

And just like that, the tension from the past twenty-four hours melted away, leaving nothing but warmth, love, and the familiar, undeniable pull between you.

[lomlando]

GAM3 BO1

summary: "Run to the last stage and stay exactly by my side"

content warnings: mild language :)!

word count: 1.4 k

pairing: max verstappen x reader

a/n: my first one shot 😛

You sat at the edge of Max’s bed, just watching him play on his sim racing setup. You look down at your phone, you had been sitting there for two hours, neither moving from your respective spots. 

You and Max haven’t been dating for very long-only three months, and you were both still figuring out each other’s quirks. You honestly loved how passionate Max was about racing. You understood it; he had been brought up and told that racing was his lifeline, so it made sense that even on his days off, he still wanted to practice. 

You looked around his body and saw that he was on his last lap. Finally, you thought, surely he wouldn’t start up another race up after this one. We could go eat lunch, go shopping, watch a movie-just do something other than you staring at his back. 

Sure, you could vocalize that you were bored out of your mind. You really don’t think Max would mind or give it much thought, but the voice in the back of your head begged you not to. You really liked Max and didn’t want to start the relationship with him thinking you wanted him to put you before racing. It's also not like you just absolutely hated sitting there, either. You were in Max’s presence, at the very least, and that was enough for you. 

That still didn’t stop you from plopping back onto the bed with an aggravated sigh when you saw him push the button to start a new race, though. You didn’t mean for it to, but it caught his attention. 

He slowly twists around in his chair and moves one of his headphones away from his ear. “You okay?” He asks, halfway turning back to the race in front of him as to not miss the start. 

You lay there, not saying anything. Processing the risk-award analysis of telling him no, that you would rather be doing anything else right now than watching him play yet another race, and just telling him yes and continuing to bask in his presence, not wanting to mess anything up. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your brain spoke before your heart, which had wanted you to say no. You really weren’t sure if Max had even noticed if you actually answered him or if he already had on his headphones again, completely immersed back into the simulation.  You lay there, petting one of his cats haphazardly, completely zoning out. 

Suddenly, you feel the bed shift and an arm come around you. “I asked if you were tired?” Max says. You could tell he was silently searching your face for answers as to why you were so zoned out. You hadn’t heard the question at all, much less him getting out of his chair and walking to the bed. 

“Yeah, I just got tired of sitting up. I’m fine.” You say, wrapping your arm around his. Tell him you want to go outside, bask in the beautiful sunlight. “You should finish your race.” You say smiling. 

Max sits up, “I was trying to talk to you and ran into a wall, it's a DNF for me. Do you mind if I start up another one?” yes. 

“No, babe, it's fine, go ahead.” You say, giving him a small hand wave, attempting to signal that you really did not care. 

A quick smile. A quick forehead kiss. And he was back in that god forsaken gaming chair. You watched him from the bed, still. You studied how he drove, how focused he was. You felt so guilty. You felt like you were currently hating spending time with your sweet boyfriend. This is what he wanted to do, and you should respect that. But man, did you want to do something together. 

You swing your legs over the bed and stand up. Within a second, you are pushing the spare, old gaming chair in the corner of the room over to where Max is sat in front of the computer. You weren’t really sure what you were doing. It was like you were in autopilot mode, any thoughts turned completely off. Your brain figured the heart had finally taken over, and had forgotten about the whole risk-reward analysis it worked so hard to run earlier.

In front of the setup, you sit down, pushing Max out of the way a little bit. Of course, this makes him mess up, steer straight into a wall. He rips his headphones off and looks at you. 

Shit. Too much. You have messed up now, your brain tells you. You want to tell him sorry, to run out of the room and never come back when you see the confusion in his eyes. 

“Max, I can’t deal with it anymore, I’m bored out of my mind.” It was definitely not what you wanted to say, not what you thought you should have said. But alas, it is what came out first. 

You see Max’s expression change, soften. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? I would have stopped two races ago.” 

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to disrupt you, I know how much practice means to you.” 

“Yeah, but you mean a lot to me, too. You can always tell me things like that. Sim can wait.” 

“Have you ever played Fireboy and Watergirl?” You ask, not even sure where the thought had come from. 

Max raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Have I ever played what? Is that a game?” 

“Yeah, I used to play it when I was a kid in school on the computers. Let’s play.” You say, flashing him a smile while scooting his keyboard closer to you to pull the game up. 

“I only have one controller, though. How can w-” 

“You play with only one keyboard. You use the A,W,S,D keys, and I’ll use the arrow keys.” You say, pushing the keyboard back to the middle of both of you after loading in the game. “It’s a platform game, we have to work together to get the the end. I will warn you, though, it's pretty hard.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“I think we can handle it.” He says. 

“I do too.” 

Two hours in, neither of you wanted to admit that you could not, in fact, handle it. The two of you had breezed through the first three stages. Were they technically the tutorials? Yes, but it still counted in both of your minds. You had been stuck on the fourth level for an hour and a half. The once golden light peaking in through the blinds was now turning darker. But neither of you moved or asked to be done-both a mixture of too stubborn and too competitive to call it quits. You had to at least get through this level. 

This run-through was different. You both had finally managed to get past the platform that you kept falling off of-now you just had to finish the rest. 

“We have to finish here Max, we can’t fall again.” 

“Run to the last stage and stay exactly by my side.” He says, looking at you with possibly the most concentrated, begging look you had ever seen him give. He hadn't even looked this concentrated in the sim earlier. 

You did exactly as you were told. You made your character run over to Max and stopped beside him. To get across this platform, you both needed to jump at the same time. 

“I’m going to count us down. Jump on three.” You looked at him and nodded. 

Once Max said three, both of your fingers touch their respective keys, hoping you had gotten the right timing.

A screen pops up: Next Level? 

“Finally!” Max said, jumping out of his chair, mimicking the victory move he does when he wins a grand prix. He reached down, engulfing you in a hug, kissing your cheek, before running down the hallway shouting about how he couldn’t believe you both had done it.  

You weren’t sure where your future ended with Max; this was all so new after all. But right then and there, you wished all of your days from now on were filled with nights like tonight-even if it meant you had to watch him play on his racing simulator for hours on end.

[aliyahwritings]

rafe cameron as a f1 driver & reader is wag 😆😆

BEFORE THE RACE — Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST

Pairing: F1 Driver!Rafe & WAG!Female Reader

Content: it's all fluff and cute

Word Count: 675

Aliyah's Notes: i kind of really like this tbh 😭 if you want me to make it longer or in a different format im up for it

The night before the race was always the same—tension thick in the air, the hum of anticipation surrounding you both. You sat beside Rafe in the quiet of your hotel room, the city lights flickering outside the window like distant stars. He was deep in thought, going over his race strategy for the hundredth time. His persona had shifted into focus mode, the weight of the race ahead pressing down on him.

You weren’t new to this—being with Rafe meant getting used to the rituals, the quiet moments before a storm of roaring engines and flashing cameras. You knew that tomorrow wasn't about you, but about the man beside you, the Formula 1 driver who could outpace anything or anyone.

His eyes, though still carrying that familiar spark, held a seriousness you rarely saw. He’d always been impulsive, driven by passion and instinct, but this was different. This was the calm before the chaos. He wasn’t the man you saw on magazine covers, all cocky smiles and smirks. Tonight, he was just Rafe—your Rafe.

You watched him for a moment, your heart swelling with pride. “You nervous?” you asked, your voice gentle.

Rafe chuckled, a soft sound, his lips curling into a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not nervous. Just… focused,” he replied, though you could see the faint furrow between his brows.

You shifted closer to him on the couch, curling your legs beneath you. “You’ll crush it tomorrow. You always do.”

He met your gaze, the familiar warmth in his eyes returning for a brief moment. “I’ll try to. But… can you remind me after the race how much I hate interviews?”

You laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm/bicep. “You say that every time, but you love the spotlight.”

“Love it and hate it, both at the same time.” He grinned, but his fingers tightened around your thigh. “I’ll be fine, though. It’s just another race.”

You knew better than to reply back. The pressure of racing had a way of getting to him, no matter how confident he appeared. “If you need a distraction, you know I’m happy to be one.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “A distraction, huh?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” you teased, nudging him playfully. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the race. He often turned to you in the quiet moments before a race, his grounding presence helping him settle the nerves that no one saw. You’d become his safe space, the place where the chaos of his world melted away.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and teasing, but you pushed the feeling aside. “You’ve got this, Rafe. Just… focus. Don’t let anyone get in your head.”

He leaned back, pulling you with him so you could lie against his chest. The weight of his heart beating beneath your ear was both comforting and overwhelming. “You always know what to say, pretty girl,” he murmured.

You rested your head against him, letting the moment stretch out. The world outside was already buzzing with excitement for the race tomorrow, but here, in this quiet, stolen moment, it was just the two of you—Rafe, the driver, and you, the woman who loved him, ready to stand by him through whatever came next.

“Go get ’em tomorrow,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

Rafe’s hand slipped into your hair, pulling you closer. “I’ll race for you, you know.”

It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the track or the thrill of the competition that kept him going—it was the unspoken promise between the two of you, a promise that no matter what happened tomorrow, you’d both make it through together.

Tomorrow, he’d race. But tonight, you’d hold him in the calm before the storm. And, somehow, that felt like the most important race of all.

[ducksido]

hiii :3 could you write headcanons about dorm leaders with a s/o who's like idia

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, he’s… confused. Your lack of eye contact and mumbled anime references during tea time make him think you’re mocking him.

Once he realizes you’re just very socially awkward, he becomes much more patient.

He lowkey finds your rambling about your favorite games kind of… impressive? You speak fast, you’re passionate, and it’s endearing.

Tries to gently coax you into tea parties to help your social anxiety. He’ll sit beside you like, “It’s alright, you don’t need to speak unless you’re comfortable.”

If you info-dump, he listens with unexpected interest—even if he doesn’t understand half of it.

Will lecture anyone who makes fun of your quirks. “That’s just how they communicate! It’s called a comfort topic—show some respect!”

Leona Kingscholar

You're like… a tiny, nervous house cat. He’s both entertained and bewildered.

He definitely teases you at first. “Oi, you’ve got something to say? Spit it out already.” But secretly finds your stuttering adorable.

The first time you compare him to a JRPG antihero, he rolls his eyes… but doesn’t stop you. “Tch. You nerds are all the same.”

Loves watching you play games while you narrate what’s going on. Will lie on your lap like a lazy lion and listen with half-lidded eyes.

100% spoils you once he realizes you’re touch-starved. “C’mere, shut up and let me nap on you.”

If someone calls you creepy or weird, expect a very calm but threatening “Wanna repeat that to my face?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Immediately relates to your anxious tendencies. Social anxiety besties <3

Loves that you’re not clingy in public. He’s all for quiet quality time in his lounge or study.

Buys you rare merchandise or figures without even being asked. “I came across this limited-edition item and thought you might enjoy it.”

You make him feel less alone—he no longer feels like the only anxious nerd in NRC.

He melts a little when you stim nervously or pace while thinking. “You’re adorable when you're lost in thought…”

Is impressed by your game strategies. “You cleared that dungeon solo? Remind me never to underestimate you again.”

Kalim Al-Asim

HE THINKS YOU’RE THE CUTEST THING ALIVE.

Will listen to you infodump for hours even if he has no idea what you’re talking about. Just nods with stars in his eyes.

Tries to get you out of your shell by inviting you to parties—which you hate at first, but Kalim always makes sure you have a quiet escape plan if needed.

Loves your hoodie + pajama aesthetic. “You're always cozy!! Can I get a hoodie like yours?”

Gives you anime plushies as gifts constantly.

Protective in his own way—if someone makes you feel bad about your hobbies, he goes full golden retriever mode: “What?? That’s so mean!! Your games are awesome!!”

Vil Schoenheit

At first glance? He’s skeptical.

But when he learns your behaviors stem from social anxiety and not apathy, he softens significantly.

Tries to bring out your confidence. “You’re brilliant—stop hiding behind that screen.”

Surprisingly patient when teaching you how to be more comfortable around people… but he’ll also call you out. “No, darling, muttering your rebuttal after the conversation ends doesn’t count as standing up for yourself.”

Slowly helps you care more about self-image, but in a way that still respects your boundaries. Yes, you can still wear oversized sweaters.

Secretly watches anime to understand your references. Will never admit it.

Idia Shroud

You're literally his dream partner. He thinks he downloaded you from a dating sim at first.

The relationship is mostly texting even when you’re in the same room.

You two have the most insane, cryptic conversations that no one else understands. Just obscure memes, gaming references, and dramatic anime monologues.

You both stim together while watching streams. Cuddling under a blanket fort, surrounded by LED lights, is peak intimacy.

If you ever show affection first, he instantly short-circuits.

He is SO possessive in a feral nerd way. “If someone else tries to talk to you, I’ll delete their save file irl.”

Malleus Draconia

Finds your mannerisms absolutely fascinating. Like an ancient dragon trying to understand modern introverts.

He likes that you’re not intimidated by him—just by… everything else.

If you nervously mutter anime lines, he’ll try to learn them. “...Was that a chant? Is this a courtship ritual in your realm?”

He’s incredibly patient with your social anxiety. Actually prefers the quiet comfort of your presence over noisy events.

You bring him handheld games and slowly get him into gacha culture. He’s way too good at pulling 5-stars.

If anyone mocks your interests, he stares them down until they cry. “You shall not speak so freely of what you do not understand.”

[socratesgirlnextdoor]

spoilers for ginny and georgia

you guys are free to go im done with s3. oh ok crazy ending.

season 1 ending was ginny running away. fine. makes sense for the season

season 2 ending was georgia getting arrested for tom's murder AT her wedding.

season 3 ending is georgia pregnancy bomb. it does make sense because they were foreshadowing it with the whole ginny thing but.

ok so obviously season 4 is gonna be "who's the father" and dude if it's paul. that's so boring i don't care that is so dull get him out of here we're done with paul ugh but it's probably gonna be paul's jesus fucking christ. because they don't want joe and georgia happy yet. no no no no! too nice for them

though speaking of? my theory was right. joe did not give a FUCK about the murders. he's the only sane one of the show but he is still georgia's number 1 superfan. i know this is a soap opera drama but whatever

obviously if they're going down this route im team joe. show it's bad enough that you had this man go to her wedding to paul after he confessed his feelings and then you had them reach this lovely little mutual understanding by the end. georgia wants to be better for her kids so she isn't diving into another romantic relationship so she can focus all of her attention on them. joe is absolutely on board with this. this man was prepared to visit her in prison possibly her entire life sentence okay YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG HE HAS WAITED. luke danes waited 7 years. JOE HAS WAITED 16 YEARS. unknowingly but still. please ginny and georgia end after season 4. they're obviously ending up together so don't have this man watch her have a baby with paul fucking randolph okay?? i don't like babyplots but if you're going down this road have it be joe's OR false alarm. please? please?

im weirdly very passionate about this show. anyways! onto other topics of discussion of this show. the baker family. okay so the final few episodes were a LOT. marcus was doing pretty well in this season but then his mental health got crazy terrible like pits terrible and he was less iconic in the last few episodes. i am so happy LIKE STOKED that they're making max more sympathetic now. in the final episode they fully season 1 abby'd max crazy hard. oh my fucking god i understand that max was bad but i am 100% a max defender now and the show is too. like max is ignored for most of the season and then everyone is like "max is just getting so dramatic at us" i know you guys are kids and max has been a lot but can you have like a grain, a drop of perspective here. or just stop being friends with her. you hate her so much let the theatre kids take care of her.

im usually a ginny defender but woof idk guys. idk chat. ginny is doing that weird thing again where she goes all evil mode. ginny i get it but yeah watch out. props on rescuing ur brother but...

austin's becoming a really interesting character. he's obviously very resentful of what he had to do in court and even if you know your parent is a violent guy dude (no offense to ginny) being forced or at least pressured into accusing your dad of a murder you know he didn't commit when he personally hasn't harmed you but you do know that he has harmed others its a lot. breaking the glasses was crazy holy crap plus he shot his dad last season? can he pretty please go to therapy now

wolfe was a funny fucking character this season. when he first showed up i loved him a lot ngl and i still do. but That's Wild is so hilariously bad. i understand him but that reaction is the funniest most chaotic thing ever. he literally went "damn thats crazy" and drove away LMAO that's so terrible. but! im glad the show didn't go "and now he deserves to die so we'll hate him into oblivion" because as immature as that reaction was, like ginny said, she does not think he's evil. i really liked him lol he was so chill the entire time, even when he knew he was an active rebound. he still hung around. he came back another day and was supportive of ginny. wolfe wasn't so bad guys <3 but for the love of god condom next time okay. glad he and ginny ended up chill in the end. though ginny did fr go through an emotional shit storm and he did not support her at all until later work on that

hate georgia being pregnant. bad. i dont like it. i don't care for it. please im so done with paul the show massacres paul in this season

obviously i still love joe it's joe forever fr. joe won't get the "i didn't put anything there that wasnt already a part of you" talk. georgia could probably stab him and he'd be like "hey that hurt! don't do that again please :(" and stay with her. my favourite thing about joe is that he is the sanest person on the show he is the most logical but also he is okay with georgia being a serial killer. he really went "shit. oh wow that's a lot of information. can we kiss now" yeah it's joever

no more paul randolph please. no paul randolph baby im on my knees begging

ok end of review it was just me loving joe as it should

p.s. padma <3 and also abby was mostly cool, netflix is obsessed with fairy smut apparently, mousse was really cool oh!

and marcus going to rehab. have fun king excited to see you in two years get better

ginny and georgia show dont make me wait so long cheers

[4evermutated]

bayverse! April headcanons

because i hate the way megan fox was sexualised in the movies i wanna give her more personality than just being hot and smart 😭 i heart u bayverse April

- she thrifts! not just expensive 'real vintage' designer labels but everything, she also finds clothes than can be easily upcycled and tweaked for the boys. Her signature color is yellow so you KNOW she has rare and whimsical pieces she collects in her wardrobe

- speaking of which; she sews! Mikey often rips or breaks his stuff (like shoes and shirts) and hes always giving her bits and pieces to fix up. As much as Donnie is a tech wiz, Aprils expertise lies in the art of DIY! shes tried to teach Don how to sew but ironically its one of the few things he cant crack

- shes a stem nut, OBVIOUSLY! her and Don bond the most over new technology and the advancement of science and digital technology. her and Don made her a pc from scratch and its one of her most precious memories

- April has a really bad sweet tooth, when the guys get pizza for the rare nights in, she's reaching for Mikeys candy stash for sure (she makes sure to replenish it with all their shared faves)

- her favourite candy is anything sour! but actually sour, we're talking throat numbingly sour to the point where at the end of the bag all you taste is blood 💀 it freaks everyone out lmao

- she has a masters in journalism and a degree social sciences, its so important to her to give visibility to the stories rarely talked about. Shes very dedicated to her profession and genuinely gets mad that all vern cares about is attention from fans and the camera

- April is also very passionate about nutrition and fitness! she goes total big sister mode when the turtles neglect their protein intake especially with how big and physically demanding their jobs are. a few times she's tried to teach Leo how to cook for his brothers and hes just about learned how to not burn eggs on toast but shell be damned if she starts cooking for 4 6ft men 😭 respectfully not her job!

- she's incredibly protective of her friends, whoever they may be, even Vern. she doesn't take lightly to disrespect and she WILL trash talk you to silence if you make anyone she cares about feel less than

- when she was younger she wanted to be a zoologist or anthropologist. Like her dad, she's always had a love for science and research, but she loved animals so much as a kid and it crushed her when she realised her father was experimenting on animals

- she feels personally responsible for the turtles and Splinter, she visits them atleast once a night, whether on face time or in person. the fact that they feel theyll never be accepted in society weighs heavy on her heart. she wishes things were different

- she knows Mikey has a crush on her, but she doesn't know how to let him down gently and honestly doesn't wanna open that can of worms, so she just pretends she doesn't notice his very desperate flirting

- sleeper build april. SLEEPER BUILD APRIL. people treat her like shes fragile just because she's beautiful but shes also incredibly strong with amazing endurance. i mean hello?! SHE CAN RUN IN HEELS. thats badass

- she loves game nights w the turtles and Casey, she loves playing MK and her go-to character is ofc Mileena (goated and no im not biased)

- she may or may not have a dedicated collection of disguises for super sleuthing and recon. shes very proud of it and will give a tour if asked

- she wants to learn ninjitsu, just doesn't know if she should ask or wait to be asked. she feels awkward and sometimes wonders if its not her place, even though in reality Splinter would be happy to train someone so dedicated to justice.

- her favourite drink is banana protein smoothie!! the lair has a blender just for her 😭 they have to hide it from Mikey before he gets back into his liquid pizza phase again

- she likes hero comics/shows (like 2012 leo!). Naruto was her childhood and its kinda beautifully ironic that she's like a ninja by proxy now

thats all for now! its been like 5 years since ive written headcanons so sorry if the format is boring, lmk if you want more headcanons! ok bai

[merlucide]

PREGNANCY HC’S W/ BLLK BOYS PT2

notes: RAAAAAAH (og ask)

characters: Lorenzo, Otoya, Shidou

warnings: cursing, fem reader, cringe ig

bllk mlist PT1 PT2

LORENZO DON

awwwww

He’d be so attentive and helpful ☹️💗

Always making sure you’re okay and comfortable

When you tell him that your prego he doesn’t believe you at first

He’s like ‘Ha good one’

But then you’re like ‘I’m fr’

he gets all quiet and kinda like😧 

‘Mio amore.. a baby..?!’

HE IS SO HAPPY!!!!! :3 like is so shocked bc he didn’t think he’d REALLY have a family of his own <33

Hugs you so tightly and kisses your temple and then your lips <33

Also calls Snuffy afterwards lmao

Wants your pregnancy to be as easy for you as possible

You’ll kinda turn into a couch potato LMAO

He’ll bring you bunch of snacks for you to munch on— makes sure you get enough protein do you and the baby stay healthy

You can only glare at him when he goes for 2nd and 3rd rounds of ice cream and your munching on celery 😐

“Think of the baby☺️”

“The baby wants deep fried Oreos. Now.”

Rests his head on your belly bump and talks to the baby 

He’ll put his chin on your bump and look up at you— 🥹💗

He can’t wait to meet the baby <33

Tells you all the time how much he loves you and how excited he is

OTOYA EITA

FYI I hate on Otoya in between hcs so… I’m sorry I literally can’t write for him if I don’t hate a little

ah yes, this loser do better

pls like he’s actually useless 

ugh

Anywho- you tell him “I’m pregnant!” and this mf literally is the embodiment this

like his fucking face and everything

and it turns into

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

“ pregnant?!? With a baby?!” 

Yeah

He’s very excited to be a daddy! just so stupid.

He tells all of his friends and posts about it on on every social he has.

Literally spams Karasu’s phone 😭

Karasu had lost the bet that Otoya’s swimmers wouldn’t be strong enough….

Wants to be very involved with getting ready for the baby—

When yall go clothes shopping for the baby he just finds the absolutely dumbest onesies/ shirts😭

like Otoya, are you trying to dress our baby or fucking clown

HE ALSO ORDERS CUSTOM ONSIES 😭 they say sum like “Daddy’s little ninja” or “My dad’s my favorite soccer player” 😭?? the first ones cute tho

When you are like have back pain he’ll massage your back and run you a nice bubble bath :)

Oh and the pregnancy hormones.

Him and Kaiser tie for worst comforters during your pregnancy 😭

Unlike Kaiser- he doesn’t shut up and try to deescalate the situation 😐

Instead he just kinda stands there like

he eventually asks what’s wrong and just hugs you bc he has no idea what to do rn 😭

He cares though 😭 just actually so stupid

He panics a lot during like your whole pregnancy lmao

Scared the baby’s just gonna P O P out ig

Though he does tell you how much he appreciates you and the gift you’re giving him :)

He is a loser but he does love you and your future little one <3

Okay last thing but after the baby is born and the crazy mama bear mode kicks in, he is TERRIFIED of you. 😭

Bro wanted to hold the baby again and you clutched the baby and gave him the nastiest, scariest glare and bro almost pissed his pants

Sorry this is kinda short 🫠 I hate Otoya with a PASSION (don’t know if you’ve noticed) so my I struggle to come up with stuff for him 💔

SHIDOU RYUSEI

ah yes, this loser 2.0 at least he’s hot

sigh,

You told him and he just kinda goes “🤨” ‘Bffr’

and like, you are fr, and kinda really nervous too

Then he gets all quiet and blank

Then goes straight to tweaking and puts his hands on the head and yells

Starts jumping too 😭

Grabs you and kisses you so hard, followed by a bone crushing hug :3

‘Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit— SHUT UP!!!! A BABY?????!!!’

Very happy and excited:)

So proud of you and him <3

… unfortunately for you when he tells people of your pregnancy, he over shares about the process 🫠

Paints the baby’s room :3 adds some of that Shidou Flare ofc

Rubs your feet and insists you sit on his lap, despite your worries of you being to heavy.

Loves, loves, LOVES, listening to the baby— any sound he hears, he freaks out

Talks to the baby sooo much too

Worried that you’ll over do it and insists you just do nothing till the baby comes

Shidou is pretty confident he’ll be a good dad, but is scared that he won’t be what the kid needs

Shidou knows how he acts and who he is, and doesn’t want to hurt the kid :( which of course you reassure him that he would never do that, and that he’d be a great dad <3

Also super duper extra protective of you during your pregnancy, like you can’t go anywhere without him lmao

RAAAAAAH 3 NEW WORKS IN 3 DAYS 💪 ON A ROLE FRRRR

made October 6th 2024

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

Pst

Can I request a Pre-The Doctor VHS Harley Sawyer x reader who cooks/makes food as their love language bc it would be funny but interesting to see reader study and analyze Harley’s picky eating habits and maybe learn even stalk about what he likes, what he despises, and weekly they’d give him home cooked food/meals as a sign of their affection towards him bc again it’s their love language?

Bonus if Harley finds out that reader has been monitoring what he doesn’t and does like in his food😭

Just imagine:

Harley being all meticulous, reserved, and picky about his food, while you (his equally meticulous but in a completely different way partner) go full-on "I will feed you whether you like it or not" mode.

I can totally see you taking mental notes every time he pushes something to the side of his plate or raises an eyebrow at a new dish, maybe even going full research mode on his habits—checking receipts, low-key watching his reactions when he eats, and possibly even interrogating coworkers about what he gets at lunch (or whether he eats at all).

Harley, being the observant little weirdo he is, would definitely notice after a while. At first, he might think it’s coincidence—how come every meal you bring him is just right? But then he catches on. Maybe he finds a notebook with his culinary profile that you compiled like some kind of food scientist. Maybe someone accidentally spills the beans about how you have been studying him.

Cue a mix of deeply amused but also slightly unnerved Harley, confronting you like:

"So... you've been monitoring my eating habits like some kind of food detective?"

And depending on how you react, he’s either charmed, impressed, or very, very concerned (but secretly pleased).

You start off casually observing—what does he pick out of his sandwiches? What does he frown at when he gets takeout?

Then it escalates. You’re noting down ingredients like a detective, cross-referencing grocery receipts he leaves around, maybe even listening in when he complains about food to his colleagues.

One day, you surprise him with a meal, and he just stares at it like how the hell did you know exactly what I like?

But then, eventually, he finds out. Maybe he stumbles across a notebook filled with detailed notes: "Won’t eat tomatoes unless they’re diced. Prefers crunchy over soft textures. Hates olives with a passion. Likes just a little spice, but not too much."

Cue that moment of slow realization and intense eye contact between you two.

[mechncheese]

do you have a specific iteration of skyfire/jetfire that’s your favourite? like backstory and personality wise cause g1 and idw are VERY different and also a bunch of the other iterations!

Every Jetfire is so different and I love that for him ! But IDW Jetfire sweeps the nation for me in every category and I do have a preference for him ! I think IDW Jetfire keeps a lot of who Jetfire (generally speaking) is at his core while pushing his character to the limit ! He's a passionate scientist with a strong moral compass and a big heart forced to get subjected to the horrors, he dislikes fighting but recognizes that he has to even if he has to do it scared

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, his backstory is just so perfect to me ! A bot with dreams of being a scientist but can’t because of a society that values alt mode function over individualism. THAT DOESN’T STOP HIM ! THAT NEVER STOPS HIM ! I love his perseverance, I love that he will be the change he wants to see ! I love how far he is willing to go to pursue his dreams and it makes me so happy when it pays off for him because he worked so hard and now he's one of best Autobot scientists (even when bots were robot racist to him and acted micro aggressive to him IF I WERE JETFIRE I WOULD NOT LET THAT SLIDE)

He's not afraid to speak his mind and tell it how it is ! Even to Optimus when he thinks he's being too in over his head, Jetfire calls it out. He's very honest about how he feels

HE GETS COMPROMISED/BEATEN UP A LOT I CAN'T EVEN LIE but he's very capable of handling himself and he's really good at Not Dying when he gets into Really Scary situations

I LOVE WHEN HE'S A LITTLE SMUG

also I love the implication that he hates being alone BAHAHA, he needs someone to yap to I LOVE IDW JETFIRE I LOVE HIM !!!

[dough09]

A tired maniac

Sae x F!reader

✨ Fluff. -🦋

It was already past midnight. Hell, even dawn was closely approaching. Yet your boyfriend was nowhere.

He called two hours ago that his plane landed and he’s driving home now. You didn't want to call him because you knew how fast he liked to drive. So you stayed in the kitchen scrolling on your laptop. 

The door slowly opened and the keys hitting each other made quite the noise. Sae didn't want to wake you up, as you should be asleep by now. He was careful. Trying to be that is.

He went to the bedroom to drop his stuff down and check on you but to his surprise, the bed was empty. He frowned.

“She stayed up waiting didn't she?” He grumbles. He hated that. You should know by now that his days are inconsistent. He felt sorry for you. Because he made his precious, cherised woman wait. 

Finally he found you. Passed out on the kitchen table. More like, on the keyboard of your device.

He cradled you in his strong arms and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m home.” He whispered. Lastly he turned back to check on the laptop but it was already in sleeping mode.

(Unlike a certain someone...)

He placed you on the bed carefully. Slowly your eyes opened and bore into his. “Sae…” you spoke quietly and like someone who isn't in her right mind. You weren't. “Yeah yeah, I’m here, go back to sleep, we will talk later.” 

“Why are you late?” He frowned. He changed while talking to you. “Stupid traffic- I was driving as usual, then this grandpa comes in front of me out of nowhere, and he has the audacity to slow down like a sloth!! Not to mention, we got to a red light and guess what, the train didn't come. But of course the light and the sh*tty crossing gate said something else.” He took a deep breath because it was starting to tick him off again.

“There I waited for an hour. I would've called but I told you to go to sleep and don't wait for me so I just played on my phone.”

“And guess what, the second I get through all that traffic a car drives past me like a maniac.” He rambled. Although that last person… “driving like a maniac” sounds familiar. Although who are you to judge him? “I was this f*cking close to crashing.” “Oh and then it gets better, Shidou called to pick him up because that dumbass couldn't get an uber!!” He bit his lips and cuddled you into his arms. Pulling the covers onto you. 

 “Anyway, after more hours of traffic and taking the demon to his hotel, I just sped home without looking at anything. I had enough.” That earned him a sleepy scowl. He was frustrated yet there was nothing you could do. Your brain was processing yet your eyelids were slowly getting heavier.

The last thing you remember was a passionate kiss and his hands that pinned you to the bed. You must've passed out right there.

That night his cold piercing eyes softened at your figure. He was exhausted and multiple other pejorative adjectives. He was angry at himself and Madrid as a whole. And he is supposed to represent such a damned country. Spain can kiss his ass. 

Passed out under him was a girl who probably didn't even get half of his story. Yet she listened.

He probably never complained so much. Not to anyone, but you.

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Polyancients headcanons because I can

Body type wise both dark cacao and hollyberry are the biggest. Both of them are insanely muscular, the difference is hollyberry has wide hips and thighs that could kill and dark cacao has broad shoulders and man titties with a snatched waist

Golden cheese is all lean muscle. Great abs, muscular thighs, but she's not big. She's the second smallest just over pure vanilla and lords it over him every chance she gets (she's like 2 inches taller)

Pure vanilla is a short king, like 5'2" but cookie equivalent, he kinda has a sleeper build, but it doesn't matter because the others can just pick him up whenever they please

White Lilly cookie is the tallest of all of them, and also the skinniest. She's all beanpole, and while her posture already wasn't great, it gets even worse after she's woken up

Now I don't know enough about the lore to take a hard stance but I don't actually think that they all got together before the flour wars or after them either. I think that they all wanted to, but assumed no one else was interested so never confessed. Afterwards they're all busy with their kingdoms and lives and it isn't until after they finally pass on their kingdoms and soul jams that they can get together and just live on a farm somewhere

(On another note i know it's not really confirmed how or when cookies get old or how immortality works, so I'm just gonna assume it's power scaled and since all of them were strong before they had the soul jams I'm just going to assume they have plenty of years to live out their lives)

Also on the note of soul jams, who do I think they would be passed to? Well I saw a parallel between the main story characters and the ancients that I reblogged, but! there's a more interesting answer I believe

For the soul jam of truth I think pv would either give it to custard cookie the iii or to raisin cookie (this is under the assumption that raisin cookie wouldn't join the polycule which is a whole other story)

For passion, I think the obvious answer is princess cookie, she's a direct descendant and basically proved her worth in the princess contest, but other than that I think choco werehound brute would be the funny answer

For resilience I am literally begging and pleading for dark cacao cookie to apologize to his son and give him the soul jam. I would give anything for it I would write it I would draw it if I could I just need it so so desperately

For abundance it would probably go to one of the other cheese cookies, buttttt from the very little I know of capsaicin cookie (literally nothing I saw the thumbnail of one YouTube video) I think he should get it

Lastly freedom, I think white Lilly would either give it to silverbell, or I think that cream puff cookie should get it purely based on vibes

Also all the ancients are different brands of autistic except golden cheese, she has adhd

Pure vanilla and white Lilly cookie both have the, "wait they were flirting with/bullying/wanted to be friends with me?" Mostly, and pv does the blunt truth thing that neurotypicals hate and white Lilly goes into research mode and doesn't eat or drink for a day or two unless someone makes her

Dark cacao is kinda obvious, there's only so much one man can talk about his literal sword and it feels like every time he has a moment in the story it has to be mentioned once, he's always bringing up his special interest (just like me fr)

Hollyberry is audhd, but sadly cannot claim the uncanny adhd reading people. It's very rare that she dedicates herself to one special interest and instead cycles through a few (she's also just like me fr)

I don't have more depth on golden cheese because I'm still learning about her character, but she just has the vibes