#Shy vs shy

[ochrearia]

A Nice Start

Oh no, Ochre's own emotions and thoughts, leaking into another RGBFverse one shot via how YS thinks and acts? Not a single fucking person is surprised

I don't know how Bash works I've probably derailed off at the end there but. I'm sleepy

BFs in this one-shot: Mixtape!BF (Bash, Soul's), Yourself (YS)

YS hadn’t felt this nervous around another self of his since getting off on the wrong foot with Boyf. In his defense, being nervous around him had been justified, YS wasn’t good at being around people as it was, much less people who actively disliked him. He was glad that Boyf didn’t seem to hate him anymore. Every once and a while he’d remember the original hostility and then tank his mood because of it. Despite it being in the past, it didn’t seem like time would make it hurt any less.

But that wasn’t the case here. Bash hadn’t even started out hating or disliking him. Actually, their first meeting was… strange. Bash had mistaken him for, someone else? Not really sure. He hadn’t yelled, or looked at him like he was disgusting, no, he’d offered comfort almost immediately. Comfort for something that didn’t happen, but supposedly was important enough to try and account for.

Bash seemed like a shy kind of guy just on the surface. Which somehow made it even more nerve-wracking, because shy people were usually the sweetest people on Earth, and it was terrifying to fuck up an impression with those kinds of people. And for once, YS wasn’t actually the oldest here.

So that whole ‘big brother’ shit? Definitely wasn’t going to work here.

Or at least that was probably that case. That wasn’t going to stop YS from trying. He was good at being a big brother figure, he thinks, everyone else seemed to be satisfied with his role. There had already been a few cases of selves that surprised him by wanting to take on a role of caring for him before he could even insist on being the one who cared. Bash was one of those, and coupled with the advantage of age, he wasn’t budging on this.

Two immovable objects. More like two stubborn idiot morons who refused to back down on stupid insistences.

“Hey man.” Bash’s voice was gentle, snapping YS from his thoughts. “Don’t think too hard, you might pull a muscle.”

“Pull a muscle… in my brain.” YS raised an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean.” Bash chuckled, though embarrassed.

So many nerves were flying around in this room. This was hell. So many selves by now and YS was still just as shit at beginnings compared to how he was with Biff of all people. Suppose some things never changed. Maybe he simply wasn’t used to this- a self that didn’t hate him, didn’t scream at him to go away. Wasn’t automatically disgusted by him.

Maybe that made it even more stressing to think that he could fuck it up by accident and make a self who was fine with him become disgusted by him. So many risks. YS felt like he might’ve pushed himself waaaaay over the edge. Why the hell did he keep doing this?

“You actually are thinking too hard now. I can see it on your face.” Bash spoke again, concern clearly laced his tone now. “You alright? Do you… want to talk about it?”

Something about that just… set him off.

“...Why?” The question tumbled from YS’s lips before he could even think to stop it. “Why do you… care? We’ve only really just met, why do you already care so much about my well-being? Why do any of you?”

Bash sighed, giving him a pity smile. “Why not?”

God dammit. What the hell was with this guy? How the fuck was YS supposed to get anywhere with this when the smallest sentences out of him could knock the breath from his chest so easily? He was supposed to be the one to help everyone else have those types of realizations. He was supposed to be the helper, not the one being helped.

“I- don’t understand.” YS admitted, against his better judgment. “I don’t understand, I can’t understand. I don’t get it. I wouldn’t even be upset if you or the other recent ones didn’t give a shit, that’s probably the reaction you should be having. And everyone else, It’s been months but I still don’t understand why they’d care about me.”

He was going to cause himself a goddamn migraine. He did that a lot. Stressed and depressed, not eating, not drinking anything actually helpful considering his stupid soda addiction. YS was prone to them of his own accord. The consequences of his actions. He was going to stress himself into another one in the coming minutes, he was sure of it. Then his poor guest would have to deal with his irritability.

Bash, though, kept regarding him silently. The small smile had dropped, but the pity was still there. Maybe not pity. Sympathy? Something else mixed in, unfamiliar. Eventually the older man opened his arms, stretched out towards him as an invitation. Oh…

“Sounds like maybe you need a big hug, bud.” Bash said instead of answering his hypotheticals. “If you’d like.”

YS stared, the shadows over his eyes coming in handy for once to act as an anxious guard. Things were exponentially harder to think through when you were madly unsure. No, he wasn’t the one meant to be helped, he was supposed to be the helper… but…

“I can’t stop thinking that every time someone shows they care about me.” YS continued, buried feelings spilling from his lips. “Every time. Just… why? Why, why, every time, every showing. It’s always the same. That’s… that’s not good, is it?”

“No, not really.” Bash replied. “I haven’t talked to many of the others. I’m not really sure how to approach them. I wasn’t really sure how to approach you, either, sorry. I’ve been so distant instead of trying to mingle in. I just haven’t figured out a path forward.”

“That’s that thing. You’re acting like a normal person should when presented with all this ridiculous nonsense. Anyone with a brain wouldn’t just immediately accept this. Or accept it at all, and I don’t understand why everyone else has. Everyone accepting… me.”

Bash looked at him almost expectantly. His arms were still outstretched towards him, inviting. YS kept looking, staring between both arms, trying to stick to his guns. But something had crossed a line, blurred it, and dismantled a wall. With an air of shyness, YS scooted over and all but collapsed into the awaiting arms of his brother. Brother, his… big brother.

“I think you’re such an interesting case. Maybe this is all a little confusing, and shouldn’t make sense, but who ever cared about rules anyways?” Bash offered, giving the other a gentle squeeze. “Like I said, I haven’t talked to many of the others, but I have talked to a few. Brooke and Beef. Brooke, well, I don’t know much. Beef, man, he loves you a lot. Talks a lot about you. Don’t tell him I told you that.”

YS snorted a laugh, shaking his head against Bash’s shoulder. “Little bastard. Can’t get that guy out of my damn apartment even if I tried. As if I really tried to get rid of him…” He mumbled that last part under his breath.

“You know you’re allowed to be cared about, right?” Bash asked. “It doesn’t seem like you do. That’s why you keep wondering. Keep failing to understand. I wonder how many of us it will take to change that?”

YS sighed. “A nice thought, but, no. I don’t think so. Not supposed to. I’m supposed to be helping everyone. Fuck, I’m supposed to be the big brother and I can’t even do that in this situation. I’ve caved.”

“Knew you’d come around!” Bash said happily, letting some of the nervousness melt away. “You’re still young compared to me. Like hell I was going to let you have to be responsible for me entirely. I can’t stop you from trying to help, though I don’t know how much you’ll find. But from what I heard from Beef, you don’t seem to let anyone just, take care of you. You’ve earned some rest.”

YS grumbled, finding that he had no words left to argue. But his head was proving to hate him regardless, because that migraine he thought might end up coming around actually started. Stupid, painful brain headache. “I guess… If I really earned rest then the universe wouldn’t be sending a shitty migraine my way right now. Sorry, by the way, I’m going to be very unpleasant to hang out with. You’re free to leave, honestly. Nothing fun to be doing like this.”

“Hummmm… Nah, I think it wouldn’t hurt you to have some company still.” Bash decided, letting one of his hands roam up to his head, scratching gently through his hair. “I just told you, you deserve some rest. Deserve to be cared for instead of doing all the caring. It’s not good to run yourself into the ground. You’ll burn yourself out that way. I don’t know much about you, but I know that for certain.”

Hah. This was so unfamiliar, he wasn’t used to being the little brother in this situation. Was this how he made his brothers feel? Heard, safe, cared for? Happy?

Don’t get your hopes up YS.

“That… feels nice.” YS breathed quietly. He felt small. Funny, it was a good small for once. Oh, well, there goes his damn shapeshifting again. It really was a hazard more than a power. “Fuck. Sorry. Sometimes this just happens… Automatic reaction to some of my feelings.”

“You’re alright man.” Bash chuckled again. “Pretty neat ability all things considered. Look, now I’m really the bigger brother. You’ve become shorter than me!”

“Shut up…” YS whined slightly, pushing his head more into his shoulder. “We’ve barely talked, it’s far too early for you to be so teasing already. You’re clearly hanging around Beef too much. That little shitter gets away with everything…”

“He does?” Bash asked, innocent tone full of underlying mischief. “And who’s fault would that be?”

“...Mine.” YS admitted with gritted teeth. “No more teasing. Head’s hurting like a bitch.”

Bash shook his head, amused, but let the subject drop. He didn’t let go, though. The hand in YS’s hair continued the gentle scratching movements, solely because the other had confirmed to be enjoying it. Probably wouldn’t help in the long run to fight a migraine, but any small comfort he could offer to the other he’d take.

It was a nice start.

[linoyes]

bonus worm time

[thatonefishfriend]

[scrolpencer]

This is them to me

[lun0vanyx]

I decided to watch the Cherry Magic anime today and as someone whose only watched the live action show the difference is insane. Every character is like an evil version of themself. Its entertaining in a completely different way somehow.

[eightyuh]

he just thinks they'd be neat

[mikascreations]

difference between shy and introvert (im an introvert just like medkit 100%)

[shy-cryptic]

grimmons doodles

[ravene]

[sysig]

Some highlights from a tense but still very Winterkov-y scene (Patreon)

[violamonty]

if a rivalry lasts longer than 20 years then you are no longer just rivals. you are gay

[happy74827]

Hi! 😊

Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: "Uh-m, S-scott? I'm not too s-sure about t-this one..", "Can I see?" and "Wow... you look... you look amazing." about Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Take Off ) shy!female!reader are going to the swimsuit shopping at mall? How would Scott reacts to shy!female!reader trying on/modeling five swimsuits for him?

Hint: This swimsuit shopping idea was Ramona who gives a advice to her for catching Scott's attention. 😂

I really live for flustered Scott Pilgrim! 💕 Please??

Mayhem Market

[Scott Pilgrim x Shy!Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You thought trying on bathing suits would be terrifying. That changed, however, when you noticed his eyes.

WC: 1243

Category: Fluff

Sorry it took so long 😭🙏

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Bathing suit shopping is always something you dreaded doing. You didn't really like the attention that you got while out in public. The stares you would get as you walked through the store always made you feel nervous and self-conscious. And you weren’t very comfortable in a swimsuit at all, but since it was summer and you had promised Scott you would go to his band's beach party, you had to suck it up and try to find one you would feel comfortable wearing.

Ramona figured the occasion would be the perfect way to “bring you out of your shell" and practically forced you to make a bet. Pick five different swimsuits, model each one, and if you still hated shopping after, she would do your laundry for a month. If you enjoyed yourself, then she’d get free use of your awesome sound system. You accepted, though not without hesitation.

The catch, however, was that you had to try them on for Scott. And she didn’t tell you until the two of you were already in the store. Ramona made sure you didn’t bail (which she knew you would) by dragging you there herself. In her mind, Scott was going to be the judge.

And there you were, trying on your third swimsuit, which was a black and white striped tankini. You weren’t sure if you were actually going to get it, but the top fit well, and the bottom had a built-in skirt. You looked cute in it if nothing else.

A bit low-cut but still cute. To everyone else? Well, you could practically hear the future rumors. Possibly the few whistles you would receive.

Scott, on the other hand, would think you were adorable. He was kind of like that.

So, with that in mind, you took a deep breath and pushed open the curtain, walking out into the brightly lit fitting area. Upon seeing his eyes, your arms quickly rubbed at the exposed skin of your shoulders and upper chest, and you avoided his gaze, face burning.

"Uh… Scott? I’m… I’m not too sure about this one."

It was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly jumped to his feet, staring at you in disbelief.

"Wow. You look... you look amazing."

You finally looked at him, and for that one second in your life, everything just disappeared. Your mind wasn’t focused on someone else, or your fears, or any other thought in the world. It was focused on his eyes, the magical look he was giving you, the fact that the blush on his face matched yours and that his smile was so warm and genuine that it made you want to melt.

"I—really?” Your voice squeaked out. Pure excitement shot through you. You had never really been called beautiful or gorgeous by anyone. Not even Scott. Sure, he would occasionally tell you that you looked nice, but that was about it.

Scott was about as socially awkward as you were… probably why you two made such a good couple.

So hearing him say those words now was… unexpected, to say the least.

"Yeah! I mean it! You look so… wow," He spoke with a sigh, a daze falling over his eyes as he took in every detail.

You could feel your entire face heating up. Your heart started pounding. And for once, you were speechless.

“The other two were okay… but this one? You really rock this one, y'know." He was grinning from ear to ear as he approached you. You couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. He had an awed expression on his face, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly parted.

You had never seen him look at you like that before. It was such a nice feeling.

"Thank you," You managed to speak up, a smile on your face.

"You still got two more, right? If this one is any indication of how you'll look in the others, we're gonna have to keep the water cold at the beach because you are smoking hot… uh... in a good way... and—"

"Okay!" You spun on your heel, dragging the curtain closed. Enough was enough; you were so red it looked like your head was on fire. It took you a minute or so to cool off, but you finally calmed down enough to finish the final two.

The next one, you refused to show him. The bikini was way too revealing for you; it looked good, but… nope, nope. It would’ve drawn too much attention, almost to the point where Envy would be jealous.

Okay, maybe you’re over-exaggerating, but the thought of people staring at you like that made your stomach turn. That was definitely a no-go.

So you settled on showing him the final one. It was a one-piece suit with a halter top and a little bow at the hip. Much more conservative than the others.

"What about this one?"

Scott blinked as you came back out again and then transitioned to his thinking face. Oh God, please don’t let him say anything stupid, you prayed.

"I like the third one better.”

“Oh.”

“This is still good, but the third one was just perfect. Y'know? The stripes. The skirt. Just everything about it was …”

Revealing? Over-the-top? Attention-grabbing?

Scott shrugged, and his words faded. He smiled and gave you an awkward thumbs-up. He may be bad with words, but at least he was honest. Most guys would have said something flirty, but Scott would never do that. He didn't even know how.

That was fine. You liked the way he complimented you.

"Okay. Thanks, Scott." You said, turning to head back inside the dressing room.

"So, are you gonna get it?"

You paused. Were you?

Your options didn’t leave you with much. Buy it and lose… don’t and win? But then you’re stuck with the one at home. Which, in hindsight, didn't seem all that bad, except it was too comfortable and most likely would feel out of place at the beach party.

Or, you could buy it, suck it up, and go to the damn beach party.

"Scott… I- I don’t know. Maybe.."

"Come on. We'll have fun! I promise. Get it. You look great in it. Plus, anything you wear will be overshadowed by Envy’s bathing suit. You’ll fit in!

“Scott! That doesn’t make me… never mind." You shook your head, fearing for the result of an argument in the middle of a department store. You’d scold him in the car.

"Okay. I'll buy it. But if I get any weird looks or stares, I'm blaming you." You threatened though you couldn't hide the amusement in your voice. Scott tended to be the anchor in these situations. He always managed to cheer you up and keep you calm, even when you were ready to have a mental breakdown.

"Deal." Scott grinned, his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched you disappear behind the curtain. "I'll be waiting outside the door. I'm starving."

You could practically hear the smile in his voice. You had to resist the urge to laugh.

"Okay, thanks."

After a quick change back into your normal clothes, you grabbed the suit and headed out before immediately being met with Ramona

"Sooo?" She asked. You could practically hear the smile in her voice. She knew, and you despised her for it.

"I’m buying it." You sighed.

"I knew to stick around long enough, I'd hear those words. Pay up, Scott. She's a model now!"

"Oh, yeah." Scott pulled out his wallet, and you watched with wide eyes as Ramona took it.

She smiled, the usual one she wore whenever she had the upper hand.

"Hey! What happened to our deal!?" You questioned, crossing your arms.

"I never said I’d make only one bet with you. Decided to tag team."

"You two are jerks."

"We love you, too. Now hurry up and pay. Scott's hungry, and I want to hit the dyes before we go home."

You glared but headed towards the register regardless.

You had to admit, the whole situation had been fun. Not the whole part where Ramona got to use your stereo, but the fact that you could still see the look on Scott's face as he praised you.

He really thought you were pretty. Beautiful, as he put it. Maybe you could look past the other glaring eyes for the sake of seeing that expression on his face once more.

Besides, if Envy could handle a million stares, you can handle a few.

At least, you hoped.

[tojiscrack]

the dancing scene in the most recent chapter of liar, liar, MEGUMI BLUSHING FOR THE SECOND TIME AS HIS HANDS COLLIDE WITH HER WAIST, i’m crying so much rn. i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic, maybe it’s my period but i can’t get enough of them.

i don’t want them to go through angst, i just want it all to be fluff fluff fluff y’alllll. someone needs to make a fanclub or SOMETHING because it’s killing me how i have no one to speak to about this 😭😭😭

‘liar, liar’ masterlist here:

ik this message was sent in as early as yesterday, but i’ve been out all day and i’ve finally got the time to respond to it. apologies if i’ve left you waiting ☹️💓

i wanna start off by saying you’re literally the sweetest person to ever grace this planet. as i write this slice of life rom-com, i was hoping for the rom part of this com would take over in that scene, and if it’s got you squealing and giggling, ik my mission’s been accomplished 😇

“i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic” — YOU HAVE ME!!! 😤

message me, send me your theories, comment, like, reblog your thoughts, SPAM ME IF YOU MUST, i encourage all of it 😩 !!! i want to see long and juicy comments. small ones are amazing too, but ofc, the more, the merrier! it’s the best part about writing — and it helps me piece out what you like and don’t like so i can make this ride as enjoyable as ever 😗

you beautiful anon, this is the fan club. it’s a small little family of liars we have rn, but still a family nonetheless. don’t forget that 🥹 it does seem like a wonderful idea to talk about ur theories with each other so i can just spectate and laugh to myself about it all, but if you’re shy, you always have me, the writer, who will always respond to ur silly comments and goofy thoughts 🩷🩷🩷

[weaselishmcdiesel]

for no reason i decided to redraw this youtube short but uh. but with my blorbo. so yeah

[bananahkim]

Celena the shy

How does it feel to conceal parts of yourself nobody wants to acknowledge

[shy-cryptic]

they're only four ponies between them all smh