#and not planning on getting it anytime soon

[queerbottomwoman]

Days before i tried to kill myself i was the happiest i’d ever been, I just felt chronically empty and funny enough i actually started doing stuff beforehand because i knew it wouldn’t matter once i was gone - Now that i do not plan on doing it anytime soon i am back in that cycle of doing nothing/being too depressed to do anything, It’s pretty interesting psychology and the way a deadline makes you get shit done

Most terrifyingly sad aspect of suicide is how the person feels genuinely happy and carefree once they made up their mind and they stop seeking help so you cant do shit about it

Dylan and eric stopped caring they knew they were going to commit suicide they didnt care about school about assignments they didnt care about anything anymore dylan was rude to a librarian and said "oh well it doesnt matter now" and he was genuinely happy on prom and asked devon for a hangout knowing he wont be there and eric said "woo hoo no more assignments" its such a terrifying freedom and it makes me so sad actually because you genuinely cant save a person after they've set their minds i know everyone says to take the signs but its so hard when no one would ever assume a person that happy is going to end their life tomorrow

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: The Clinginess Contest

Part 2

---

It all started on a lazy Sunday morning when you and Marshall were tangled up on the couch. You had been teasing him about how he was always attached to you—wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his lap, or resting his hand on your thigh anytime you were near.

“You’re so clingy,” you teased, poking his chest.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “Oh, I’m clingy? Who’s the one that wakes me up at 2 a.m. just because you can’t sleep and need to cuddle?”

You gasped in mock offense. “That’s different! You’re warm, and I can’t help it.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, giving you a look.

“Fine,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “If you think I’m so clingy, then let’s have a contest. No touching. Let’s see who can go the longest without cracking.”

Marshall’s smirk widened as he leaned back. “Alright. You’re on.”

As soon as the contest started, you instantly regretted it. Sitting on opposite sides of the couch felt unnatural. You kept catching yourself reaching out for him before pulling your hand back.

Marshall noticed, of course, and he couldn’t resist poking fun.

“Already missing me, huh?” he asked, his tone dripping with amusement.

“Nope,” you lied, focusing on the TV with determined intensity.

But out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift closer, just enough to tempt you.

---

It wasn’t long before Marshall started trying to break you. While you were in the kitchen making lunch, he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with a smug grin.

“You need help with that?” he asked as you struggled to open a jar.

“Nope, I’ve got it,” you said stubbornly, even as you fumbled with the lid.

“Sure you do,” he teased, his voice low and infuriatingly confident.

When you finally managed to pop the lid off, he let out a slow clap, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re lucky I’m not allowed to touch you,” he said with a smirk. “Otherwise, I’d be all over you right now.”

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you’re not,” you shot back, though the flush creeping up your neck betrayed you.

---

That evening, you decided it was time to turn the tables. Marshall was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when you walked in wearing one of his hoodies—the one that was way too big on you and hung off one shoulder.

You made a point of stretching as you walked past him, letting the hoodie ride up just enough to show a hint of skin.

Marshall’s gaze snapped to you immediately, and you could see the struggle in his expression as he clenched his jaw.

“You good over there?” you asked innocently.

“Fine,” he muttered, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he forced himself to look away.

Smirking to yourself, you plopped down on the couch beside him, purposefully sitting just close enough that your leg brushed against his.

“You’re playing dirty,” he said, his voice strained.

“Am I?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

---

The real test came during game night. You had suggested playing cards, thinking it would be a fun distraction, but Marshall had other plans.

Every time he passed you a card, he let his fingers graze yours, just enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Oops,” he said with a smirk after the third time. “Didn’t mean to touch you.”

“Sure you didn’t,” you muttered, trying to focus on the game.

But then he took it a step further.

“Hey, you’ve got something on your face,” he said, leaning forward as if to brush it away. He stopped just short of touching you, his hand hovering near your cheek.

You glared at him, your resolve starting to crack. “You’re the worst.”

He grinned. “And yet, you still love me.”

The next morning, you woke up and instinctively reached for Marshall, only to remember the contest. Groaning, you pulled your hand back and rolled over, burying your face in your pillow.

A few minutes later, you heard him get up and walk into the kitchen. The smell of coffee filled the air, and your stomach growled as you realized he was making breakfast.

You wandered into the kitchen, your resolve crumbling when you saw him standing there in his sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, looking effortlessly good.

“Morning,” he said casually, glancing at you with a knowing smile.

“Morning,” you mumbled, trying to stay strong.

But when he handed you a plate of pancakes, his fingers brushing against yours, you broke.

“Alright, I give up!” you exclaimed, setting the plate down and wrapping your arms around his waist.

Marshall laughed, pulling you closer. “Told you I’d win.”

“Whatever,” you muttered against his chest. “It was a stupid contest anyway.”

He smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Admit it—you missed me.”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, looking up at him.

He grinned, cupping your face in his hands. “Good, because I missed you like crazy. Don’t ever make me do that again.”

“Deal,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

As far as you were concerned, you both won.

[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

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seventeen

sunday, february 23rd

"n-no, i d-don't know how it h-happened," you stammer between sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks like a relentless downpour, the streaks hot and unyielding against your skin. for the past ten minutes, they'd fallen nonstop, blurring your vision as you sat cross-legged on your bed, your laptop perched on your thighs. hazel’s face filled the screen, her soft, concerned expression a stark contrast to your crumbling composure.

"we’ll email him—no, we’ll go to him. we’ll talk to him and figure this out. it has to be a misunderstanding," hazel insists, her voice firm but laced with care. she always has that resolve, that unwavering determination that usually lifts your spirits. but this time, no amount of her optimism seems to reach you.

you stare at the screen, at the damning grade glaring back at you from your latest ap physics test on thermodynamics. it feels like the numbers are mocking you, each digit searing itself into your brain. you knew you’d been shaky on the topic, fumbling over concepts and equations in class, but you hadn’t expected this. it’s the worst grade you’ve ever received, and the voice in your head—the cruel, unrelenting one—begins its assault. failure. waste of space. people go to war, and you can’t even handle a high school physics test? really?

the thought slices through you, and more tears spill over, unstoppable, as you bury your face in your trembling hands. "i did all the extra credit—everything. and this is still the best i can do," you choke out, your voice muffled but desperate, the words breaking into gasps. the tissue box sits beside you, but it might as well be miles away. what was the point? it wasn’t like you’d stop crying anytime soon.

hazel leans closer to her camera, her brows furrowed as if sheer willpower could cross the digital divide and pull you out of this pit. "okay, but there’s still the end-of-year finals. we’re gonna make sure you ace those, okay? you’ll pick this up, i know you can."

"i’d have to get more than a 95 to bring me back up," you whimper, your voice trembling like a fragile thread threatening to snap. "and physics… it’s not my strongest class. i don’t think i can do it." your throat tightens painfully, your breath catching as another sob shakes through you. your eyes sting, raw from the endless stream of tears, and the hopelessness pressing down on you feels as though it might consume you whole.

your door swings open without warning, the creak of the hinges snapping you out of your spiral for a brief moment. your head shoots up to see rafe stepping inside. his movements halt mid-step as his eyes take in the scene before him—your tear-streaked face, red-rimmed eyes, and trembling frame hunched over your laptop. concern floods his expression instantly.

"hey, hey," he says softly, crossing the room with quick strides. "what happened?"

his voice, warm and familiar, triggers something deep inside you, and the dam bursts all over again. your bottom lip quivers uncontrollably, and before you can stop it, you're sobbing like a heartbroken child. "i’m a failure," you manage to choke out, the words garbled through the hitching of your breath and the sting of fresh tears.

"rafe, can you please tell her she is not a failure," hazel’s voice cuts sharply through the speaker of your laptop. she sounds insistent but exasperated, her words carrying the weight of someone who’s been trying to convince you otherwise for far too long.

rafe is by your side in an instant, dropping to the bed next to you, his hands already reaching for you. "you are not a failure," he says firmly, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, a mixture of worry and tenderness in their depths. "come here. what happened?" his arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. you can’t bring yourself to explain; you don’t want to explain. all you want is to stay right here, buried in his embrace, hidden from the shame eating you alive.

"she—"

"don’t tell him!" you cut hazel off abruptly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. the thought of hearing her recount it aloud makes your stomach churn. once the words leave this safe little bubble, the weight of their reality would only crush you further.

rafe presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the gesture so tender it momentarily dulls the ache in your chest. "you don’t have to tell me," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "is there anything i can do to make it better? anything you need?" his hand glides along your back in slow, comforting strokes, and you melt into him, pressing your face deeper into his chest like you could disappear entirely.

"a gun," you mutter through your tears.

"y/n!" hazel’s scolding voice carries through the laptop, though you can hear the faint amusement laced in her tone. even so, you were at least ninety-nine percent serious.

rafe’s soft laugh rumbles in his chest as he presses another kiss into your hair. "did you get a bad grade?" he guesses quietly, and the simple question, said so gently, sends a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. you nod against him, unable to meet his gaze as the shame washes over you again.

"i’m a failure," you whisper again, the words shaking as they leave your lips. the sobs rack your body, and rafe carefully pulls you back, gently lifting your chin so you’re face-to-face. his eyes search yours, unwavering.

"look at me," he says softly but firmly. you sniffle, hesitant, but you do. his hands cup your damp cheeks, his thumbs brushing away your tears as he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. "you are not a failure," he whispers, his voice steady, grounding.

you shake your head weakly, denying his words, but he doesn’t let you. "no," he says again, more resolute this time. "you are not a failure. one bad grade doesn’t define you—you hear me? it doesn’t even come close to defining you." his words are calm but unyielding, and they break through the haze of despair, just barely.

"you’re the smartest girl in every room," he continues, his voice a quiet, steady rhythm that grounds you as you try to catch your breath. "you work harder than anyone i know, and you’re carrying so much on your shoulders—more than anyone should. it’s okay to stumble. it’s okay not to be perfect all the time. a bad grade doesn’t erase everything you’ve accomplished. it doesn’t make you less worthy or capable. i’m proud of you. you know that, right?"

you nod slowly, his words a balm to the ache in your chest. he wipes away the last of your tears with the pads of his thumbs, his gaze never leaving yours. "you’re going to crush those finals, okay? you’ve got this. no one is more capable than you." he pulls you back into his arms, this time tucking your head into the crook of his neck, his warmth cocooning you like a safe harbor.

his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "in a couple of years, no one’s going to care about a physics class because they’ll all be too busy calling you madam president."

"y/n, i’m gonna let you go, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow at school," hazel says softly, her voice cutting through the haze of your emotions. you shift slightly, easing out of rafe’s arms as you glance at the screen. if she hadn’t figured out your secret before, she definitely knew now. but as her smile brightens and she offers a playful thumbs-up, you realize you’re okay with it. more than okay. her approval is written all over her face, warm and reassuring.

"okay, i love you," you whisper, giving her a small wave. hazel shoots you one last encouraging grin before disconnecting the call, leaving the screen dark.

"she’s the one who told you not to get close to me, huh?" rafe’s voice is calm, but there’s a quiet weight behind it that makes you freeze mid-step. you turn back to him slowly, your eyes meeting his, and press your lips together before giving a hesitant nod. "how’d you know?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

his lips press into a thin line as he exhales, his gaze briefly dropping before finding yours again. "just the way she looked at me just then… like i was a ticking time bomb," he murmurs, shrugging lightly. "she doesn’t trust me. it’s written all over her face. i just… pieced it together." the casualness in his tone doesn’t quite mask the hurt flickering in his eyes.

your heart aches at the sight of him, so open and vulnerable in a way few ever get to see. you offer him a soft, apologetic smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. "she means well, but don’t worry," you whisper, stepping closer and brushing a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. the way his eyes soften at the gesture makes your chest tighten.

"i think i’ve let myself be a little too influenced by what other people tell me about you," you admit, your fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. "or how they see you. but that’s on me." you pause, drawing in a steadying breath before continuing, "i know you. i know your heart, your intentions. hazel trusts me—she always has. and she’ll trust me on this too. don’t worry."

denying it was ridiculously stupid. you were falling for him and he seemed to want you too. you just had to address the minor adriana situation and everything would (hopefully) be alright. you trusted him. this could end well. right?

his gaze locks onto yours, brimming with that quiet, unshakable hope that always makes your pulse quicken. you can feel the gratitude in the way he looks at you, in the slight curve of his lips as his expression softens. leaning in, his lips brush against yours, feather-light and reverent, a kiss that feels like a promise. "i wasn’t worried," he murmurs, his voice so soft it’s almost drowned out by the thrum of your heartbeat.

the corners of his lips tug upward, playful yet soft. "wanna watch the summer i turned pretty?" he asks casually, but the way his gaze lingers tells you it’s more than just an offer—it’s his way of saying i’m here. your heart squeezes, and you think you finally understand what people mean when they say that to be loved is to be truly known.

"i’m supposed to tutor you," you whisper, your voice still uneven from crying, though quieter now.

he shrugs like it’s nothing, already tugging your laptop closer and pulling up the prime video app. "you’ll tutor me tomorrow," he says easily, his tone light and coaxing. with practiced ease, he shifts the two of you around on the bed, adjusting until you’re both nestled together. the blanket rustles as he pulls it over your legs and tucks it around your waist, a cocoon of warmth. "besides, we left off at that episode where jeremiah and belly kissed, and i refuse to keep living in a world where conrad has to suffer like that without seeing what happens next."

you can’t help it—the giggle bubbles out of you before you can stop it. you settle your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. "he deserves better," you murmur, your voice soft and drowsy as the episode starts playing on the screen.

as the story unfolds, the room fills with the familiar glow of the laptop and the low hum of dialogue. rafe’s hand trails absentmindedly along your arm, his fingers tracing gentle patterns that ease away the rest of the tension clinging to you. by the time the credits roll, your eyelids are heavy, and exhaustion begins to claim you.

you barely register the feel of the blanket being drawn up higher, tucking snugly around your shoulders. the press of a gentle kiss to your forehead lingers for a moment. his scent, the warmth of his presence, and the rhythmic beat of his heart lull you further into the haze of sleep until the world fades away entirely.

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[astraymetronome]

SO! This is something I'm gonna call a gift for @boiled-ginger-ale because this is a comic they started and never finished. It was too cute to give up on. so I asked, and gained, permission to write it as a story! Thank you so much to @a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog for kindly beta-reading this for me!

Enjoy Fisher with Grian and Scar!

Grian was getting so tired of the rhythm of casting and reeling, over and over again. It was getting on his nerves at this point after weeks of constant fishing. He’d still not managed to get that stupid mending book. It was aggravating to know that Scar had managed to fish one up in his fishing spot so quickly. It was a huge hit to his ego; not that he wanted to let that control him, but it hurt like crazy. He’d been going for around 5 hours now, having no plan to stop anytime soon. 

He’d caught a decent amount of bottles, ink sacks, and bones, a few enchanted books, and a ton of fish. The avian was nearing the need for a break, able to feel the exhaustion hit on top of with how sore his shoulders were. Grian had placed his fishing rod down to take five minutes to just pop and stretch out the tension in his body. When he went to cast out a scream that grabbed his attention, his eyes widened at the sight of a small form being attached to the fishing hook. Grian groaned and immediately stopped the flying string, beginning to pull his ruined cast back in. He couldn’t use one of his friends, no matter how dumb the one stuck was, as fishing bait, so he continued to reel until he’d pulled enough to pull the tip out of the water.

He couldn’t help a small glare at the sight he was met with when he tugged them up to his face. His eyes looked over the scared face and vex ears. He was a little angry, but he also knew that Scar probably hadn’t intended to interrupt his fishing. His ear wings twitched as words left the small man’s lips. “Grian wait.” He was kinda tempted to cast him out again, pulling his arm back a bit. “Wait!” He continued. 

“I’m sorry, here-” Scar was scrunching his legs up like a newborn baby, holding a glimmering book out in front of him. Grian felt his teeth grit as he recognized the shimmering leather. “I brought it… Just in case.” He gave a sigh as he pushed some curls out of his eyes before he pushed the small book back towards Scar. 

“Scar, I don’t want your mending book.” He said sternly, his eyes drifting over to the hook embedded in the back of Scar’s jacket. “I can’t believe you brought that.” He mumbled before carefully turning Scar around. The avian was gentle with him, cupping him in one hand firmly as he removed the fish hook from the back of the tiny fabric. 

“So… What are you gonna do with me?” The vex’s question was a simple one, but Grian had no idea on what to do or even think about it. He placed his fishing rod down, sighing a bit as he neglected eye contact with Scar. 

“I don’t know. Honestly, I just-” He’d been considering taking Scar inside and having Cub come get his tiny vex but a growl from his stomach had interrupted his thought process. He felt some embarrassment flush to his face before he made eye contact with him. The green eyes looked so confused due to the look of disgust Grian knew he had on his face. His eyes drifted over toward the barrels of fish that practically lined the dock. “Guhh, if I have to eat any more fish,” He bit back a gag. “I’m gonna be sick.” He added bitterly as his wings flaring out a bit. His stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought. 

“But there’s so much!” He whined, voice muffled as his hand held his mouth, he felt hungry and that was another reason for a break but… He really needed to get that mending book. Regardless, he was gonna have to take a break to figure out what to do with Scar. He turned away from it, looking towards the water again before his eyes drifted down to the vex in his grasp. He was still being stared at with the same blank look of just adoration and simplicity. 

The avian’s stomach gave a quieter rumble, one he could feel but not really hear, which was enough to help him make up his mind. “Maybe I should eat you instead?” He teased, grinning to show his teeth. Grian could see the gears turning, watching the small man’s face shift from reserved to panicked in the span of a few seconds. He held back some laughter as Scar slipped over his words, scooting back to try and get away from him but it didn’t do much as he curled his fingers up. 

He parted his lips, teeth following close behind as he pushed his tongue forward enough to cover the white bones between his lower fangs. His wings flapped, shedding stray feathers as he heard the vex speak. “No, wait” Grian didn’t do as he was told of course, “Grian please!” was all he heard being whined out before he tossed the voice’s owner into his maw. There was a weight further back on his tongue than he intended, feeling as shoes hit the roof of his mouth, dragging against the rougher pallet as he gave a loud swallow. He would have rather played with Scar but he’d underestimated how small he was, instead having basically thrown him into his gullet. Grian coughed, slightly gagged, and hit his chest as he forced the form into his throat at an uncomfortable angle. He wasn’t too sure how he’d ended up, placing a hand to help shove Scar further as he swallowed again. 

The moment his windpipe was free he took a heavy breath through his nose, tense as he felt burning in his chest. It took a few seconds before that burning turned into a heavy weight in his stomach, allowing the avian to sigh and quietly stretch out his wings as he spoke up. “Much better than fish!” He said, the satisfaction clear in his tone. “Thanks Scar!” Grian added on as he shifted his weight to sit down on the edge of the dock. He let his legs dangle as he felt the mentioned vex finally shift around, “Noooo, Griaaan!” was his reply, a reply that was completely expected by the avian in question. Grian set his hand on his belly, gently pressing inwards with his thumb as his stomach gave a pleased rumble. 

“Let me out!!!!”

~~~~~

When Grian’s stomach growled, Scar had to admit it was funny to see the avian react so negatively at even the thought of eating fish. He didn’t tease, a shocker really, instead just smiling up at his large friend. His wings shifted a bit as he watched his friend’s eyes drift to the barrels nearby. He barely spared them a glance himself, instead just continuing to watch his friend. He refused to take his eyes off the soft curve of his jawline, the dark color of his eyes that always seemed to have a purple shimmer under the right lighting. 

Scar was so fascinated with taking in every single detail of Grian’s face, that he didn’t even notice that his attention was back on him. He blinked a bit, as his words registered after a few moments. “Maybe I should eat you instead?” 

The vex felt his face pale for a moment, watching those sharp teeth with an anxious swallow. He’s been eaten before by Cub, Gem, and a few others but Grian hadn’t been one to do it yet. On top of that Scar wasn’t in the mood right now to be swallowed down by another hermit, he had other things to get done today! “Wait, no! You wouldn’t do that to me, Grian! I am far too gross after having been in the water! I-” He was about to say more before the avian’s fingers pressed into his back. His eyes were locked onto lips that began to part, allowing him to see clean white fangs, pink flesh, and stringing saliva. He found himself looking past all of it though, instead focusing on where soft reds went dark over the back of Grian’s tongue bobbed, a wet sound being enough to tell him it was due to a swallow. 

“No, wait! Grian please!”

In a moment he was thrown forwards, hand jutting out in an attempt to cushion the blow only to instead feel his arms slip over a squishy surface and into slick muscles instead. His legs had been thrown with the momentum, hitting the roof of Grian’s mouth before a thick gulp pulled him in deeper. His body shifted as he was engulfed in the avian’s esophagus, folding uncomfortably as he managed to get his arms to his chest, chin meeting there as well as he basically did a flip into the gullet. Loud coughing filled his ears as the walls squeezed at him, attempting to push him upwards with no luck. 

He felt a weight on his form for a moment before another swallow forced him down and past it. Grian’s throat shifted his body uncomfortably, squeezing and squishing as he was forced further and further down. He heard whooshing, quickly followed by the familiar booming of a heartbeat. It sounded normal, like any other heartbeat he’d heard but this time it felt more important and close. He knew his face was bright red but that didn’t really matter if no one could see it. He felt things tighten for a moment, something thick under his back shifted before he was shoved into an open space.

Scar could feel something soak into the back of his shirt and jacket as his feet slid in after him. He was left dumbfounded, sitting there as he took a nervous breath. He could smell the acid in the air, not freaked out because he knew he’d be fine, but there was the subtle odor of fish, probably due to the huge amount of fish the avian had been speaking before a voice boomed out around him. “Much better than fish! Thanks Scar!” 

The vex pushed his legs out, trying to be annoying but it didn’t really work. He could feel the muscles shift and churn around him for a moment. He moved enough to get his body righted but it wasn’t working. He groaned before glaring as he yelled, “No Grian!” He was going to continue but a heavy gurgle broke his thought process, the walls rumbling around him. He didn’t want to be in the avian’s gut! The body around him shifted as well, legs being squished for a moment before he slid and was finally able to right himself. 

“Let me out!” He called. Scar wanted out, but he also didn’t hate the darkness. He couldn’t let Grian know he didn’t mind being cooped up inside him, it was life or death!

[shurikensgang]

Now it was Harlow's turn to stutter.

"W-what?! I am NOT planning on getting pregnant anytime soon." She scoffed, her visor turning yellow.

She sat down, trying to recover from Cassidy's "outrageous" comment.

Spectre landed at the entrance to Outpost 7 and walked towards the inside.

"So, Owen mentioned you as important, M. Wonder what you're all about," she said to herself.

Gold eyes appeared in front of Spectre.

They revealed a male disassembly drone with a familiar expression?

Though Spectre has never met him, she has certainly met his daughter.

"Can I help you?" He said, eyeing her.

[marshiewritesfics]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a crush who keeps getting asked out by other people. Crush seems to always turn these people down politely. Crush admits to having a type she finds attractive. Her types actually rare to run into which is why she has only gotten with 1 or 2 men in her life.Crush ends up describing the bat boys subtly as her type. Do they catch it? Crush is like “:) It’s been months. Thinking about it, I should probably actually ask the guy I like out cuz he ain’t doing it anytime soon” then proceeds to be like “Tim/Dick/Jason, wanna go on a date when you’re free?”

The Batboys with a Crush Who Keeps Getting Asked Out

A/N: Thank you, @nesting-dreams for the request! I hope you enjoy!

TIM DRAKE-

- Tim would feel a mix of excitement and a tinge of anxiety

- He would come up with a way to describe his feelings towards you but you can hear the jealousy in his voice when he’s confessing

- Tim would use his intellect to come up with a way to win your heart

- He would plan a thoughtful date after planning for a week or so making sure everything would be to your liking

- Tim would plan this date perfectly and it ends up swinging your affection straight into his arms completely forgetting about the other people who are interested in you

JASON TODD-

- Jason would be very possessive once he finds out that someone has a crush on you

- He has a need to protect your heart from any other suitors and he tries his best to do so

- Jason feels that all other people that are interested in you are not deserving of your attention

- He would confront anyone who tries to come on strong to you

- Jason makes it clear that he has feelings for you

- But in doing so shows that he’s a bit rough around the edges

DICK GRAYSON-

- Dick takes a laid back attitude when he finds out someone has a crush on you and they’re pretty persistent

- Honestly it doesn’t faze him at all just because he’s so confident

- Dick tries to joke around to lighten up the mood a bit

- Inside though he’s feeling competitive and determined to show you that you that he’s the best choice to be your partner

- Dick plans spontaneous activities to show you his fun loving side

- He uses his charm and humor to fully win you over in the end

[ganondoodle]

its kinda funny, i never was someone who cared much about spoilers, usually i even liked knowing what i was gonna get into

the only exception was totk, i was so afraid of spoilers like i never was before ... and well .... i wish i hadnt been like that for it bc if i knew what awaited me it would have saved me alot of money, guilt, awkward interactions and frustration

but id say i learned my lesson at least, im never gonna get a game on release again, limited editions are too much of a risk for me, i like spoilers actually, game review scores are not to be trusted at all, and i will never trust what people say for the first month after release or so either (you couldnt escape the thousands of videos titled "totk is the best game evaaaar!!!!!" for so long ..)

[verdantglow]

Imagine the Hermits learning ballroom dance.

Imagine Etho being assigned to lead because he’s tall & everyone assumes he would.

Imagine him constantly fucking up, stepping on his partner’s feet, missing beats, just a mess.

Imagine Bdubs getting upset from the sidelines.

Imagine him getting blustery about this disaster & stepping in, saying no, no, no, this is all wrong, shooing Etho’s partner away.

Imagine anxiety bubbling up in Etho’s stomach, at having to lead for Bdubs, as he walks over.

Imagine Etho trying to place his hands on Bdubs, mentally preparing for another disaster.

Imagine Bdubs tutting & moving Etho’s hands away, much to Etho’s confusion.

Imagine Bdubs then firmly placing his hand on Etho’s back & grabbing his other hand.

Imagine Bdubs confidently taking over the whole situation.

Imagine Etho’s amazement as Bdubs leads him, and suddenly Etho’s dancing is on beat, smooth, no stepped on feet.

Imagine them elegantly whirling across the floor, everyone else watching them in surprise.

Imagine Bdubs dipping Etho.

Imagine Etho looking at Bdubs face while this happens & feeling his stomach flip at the burn of assurance in Bdubs eyes.

Imagine the song then ending, & them just staying there for a moment, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion.

Imagine Bdubs pulling Etho back up & releasing him & pointed saying that that was how you did it.

Imagine Etho staring at Bdubs, feeling lost & unsure now that Bdubs isn’t there, hand on his back deftly leading him.

Just like. Imagine.

[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie x fem!reader (reader wears lingerie, no other descriptions of reader given except mentioning hitting that spot just right)

Contents: lingerie, both are a lil pervy tbh, humiliation, crying, praise kink, sub!Eddie, this is literally just horny ramblings

18+ only

It wasn't every day you came back to your house and your best friend had broken in. Maybe, every other week at best.

Usually, Eddie would be high eating your snacks (you were thinking about getting a lock for the cabinets). Or he would be watching whatever show you recorded and tease you about spoiling it (you threatened to use the VHS to beat him over the head and strangle him with the VHS ribbon if he did).

But, you had no clue Eddie was even in your house today. His van wasn't parked in your driveway when you came home. His shoes weren't in a haphazard pile at the front door. You had 0 clue he was there.

Not until you heard a thump coming from your bedroom. Which, your first thought went to the knickknacks you had that someone could be stealing (they wouldn't cause to a normal person it was junk but to you they were memories).

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen (you weren't gonna die without a fight, besides you learned a thing or two from the horror movies Eddie made you watch). You quietly pushed your bedroom door open and-

Shit.

Eddie was standing in your room in front of your mirror. Miles of pale skin just on display, scattered with contrasting dark tattoos he had. Nothing on, save for your lilac lingerie.

The palest purple lace bra, you can see from the back isn't even clipped correctly, missing the hook entirely. But the color is striking on Eddie. The lace thong cuts high on Eddie's ass, and you try not to gawk at the little black heart tattooed on his cheek. Eddie's scars seem softer amongst the lace.

How often did Eddie do this? Come over and put on your lingerie? Stand in front of the mirror and rub his fingers over his one hardened nipple. You couldn't see from where you were, but you knew his cock was hard. He'd be leaking all over your underwear, marking them.

Eddie lets out a little moan and it ignites a fire in your gut. You lick you lips as you watch Eddie, which maybe makes you a pervert but really it is your house and he is wearing your clothes so if anyone is-

Fuck why is it so hot?

"So-" you clear your throat. Eddie let's out a screech (that you are pretty sure ruined your eardrums) as he whirls around. He tries to cover himself with his arms, curls in on himself. And Holy cow he is hard.

He is big, so big, the tip just peeking out of the waistband of the panties. You can see the pearly translucent precum already dripping onto the underwear.

"I- fuck, I'm aha listen I can exp- i can explain!" Eddie fumbles over his words. You blink a few times tearing your eyes away from his massive dick (oh it would feel so good it would hit every spot just right).

Eddie's face is red, tears welling up in his eyes. "Oh Baby, no," you rush over, pausing when Eddie flinches. You gently put a hand out on Eddie's shoulder, drawing him into a hug, " It's- it's okay. Please don't cry." "Don't hate me." You gasp in shock, pulling back to look in his eyes," I could never!"

Eddie's eyes are wet, filled with unshed tears. His nose is turning a bit red, from embarrassment, shame, or sadness you can't tell. But his cheeks are such a pretty pink you think it'd look nice elsewhere on his pale skin.

Eddie hides his face with his hair, shuffling his feet a bit. "So..." you pause unsure how to ask it politely so you just go for it," I can see this is a kink thing...but like, what kind?"

Eddie shrugs," Wanted to feel pretty..." You frown," You are pretty Eddie." Eddie shakes his head and gestures to his abdomen," Not with these."

Eddie really should not be drawing your eyes any further south then his face. Cause your pulse kicks up and the fire inside you lights back up your spine. You can't help but notice his dick is still hard as a rock.

"You are too pretty." "Not really." "Yes!" Not-" You shove Eddie lightly, causing him to stumble back and fall onto the bed. Eddie's eyes widen in shock as he peers up at you.

"Don't talk about my best friend that way! You are too pretty. And handsome. Funny. So talented," You sigh and step forward, into Eddie's parted legs. Eddie leans up on his elbows and blinks rapidly at you. "You're so fucking pretty Baby." You murmur, hand reaching out lightly touching his thigh.

Eddie let's out a whine before looking startled at himself. You can't help but notice his dick twitch under the pale purple lace. "You like being called pretty?" You smirk. "Like when you call me Baby," Eddie replies softly.

You aren't sure who moves first, but suddenly your arms are wrapped around each other. Your lips meet Eddie's without hesitation. His are slightly chapped but still soft, molding perfectly against your own.

You run your hand down Eddie's neck, to the pale bra strap and snap it. He gasps and you take the chance, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes of weed, mint gum, and just Eddie.

Eddie moans against you, hips bucking forward seeking friction. You pull back, gasping for air. Eddie let's out a whine," No, come back-" "I ain't going anywhere Baby."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut as he bites his lip. He hums as you kiss his jaw, lightly nipping at his pulse point. He shivers against you, hips bucking forward again. You suck lightly as you decide to give him some relief.

Your hand snakes down, grasping him firmly. You lightly squeeze through the lace, giving just enough friction as you move your hand.

"Look so good in my lingerie Baby, you should wear it more often." You murmur between kisses. Eddie nods absently, gasping and moaning beneath you. "Got a red pair that has some nice straps, you'd look so metal and so so pretty."

Eddie freezes, mouth falling open. His brow wrinkles slightly as he moans, pleasure overtaking him. His hips spasm, even his thighs twitch, as he comes. You can feel your underwear get soaked along with part of his stomach.

You stroke him through it, extending his pleasure until he whimpers and pushes at your hand. You pull back, smiling softly at his face. Eddie's eyes flutter open, darting down to your lips. "Kiss?" He asks quietly, unsure. You simply smile and kiss him again.

[dorliart]

Me every time someone talks about something that’s "in the depths" in tears of the kingdom

[whaliiwatching]

borne from and haunted by the fact that karan soni voices both pavitr and dopinder

[clegfly]

"god I love this character so much they're so dear to me" i say while annihilating them with military weaponry

[red-n-ded]

Charbee Prompts Part 8

The Boy in Yellow (Humanformers Au)

Charlie narrates how she knew a boy in high school who was a big fan of her in the school’s high diving team. His name was Benjamin O’Brien. They weren’t friends nor did they talk so often but shared almost every class. He was nice and talkative but around her, he stuttered and rambled out of nervousness. Charlie figured he had a crush on her but didn’t want to embarrass him since he was nice and was probably the loudest at her competitions (second to her dad).

When her father died, she was a junior and he was senior going to graduate in a month. He was there when her father’s heart gave out and drove both of them to the hospital. She fell asleep waiting for the news and when she woke up, the boy was gone except a yellow jean jacket with a bee patch on it. She never wore it again but she kept it. When she came back to school as a complete shell of herself, he was the only one to stick by her side. They never talked but he treated her normally and sat at a comfortable distance. She appreciated his company and knows she won’t see him again but wishes him the best since he’s going to the military after graduating.

But by some luck, she sees him again.

She just graduated and turned 18 and when she buys her first car, the boy was in the trunk, injured and unconscious. Charlie fixed him up and healed him. She didn’t know it was him at the time. The boy used to be short, skinny and pale with brown hair but now Charlie's head could barely reach his collarbone, had broad shoulder and defining muscles, tanned to a honey brown color that emphasizes his freckles and has golden blonde highlights in his hair with scars all over his body.

When he woke up, he had no voice or memory, unlike the witty, talkative voice Charlie listened to all those years ago. Charlie nicknamed him Bumblebee after the buzzing noises his throat makes when he tries to speak and at that, she gave her the yellow jacket he gifted her many years ago saying, "It matches your outfit." Looking back, Charlie wants to facepalm at how obvious it was especially when she thought to herself on how it was a perfect fit.

A recording in the car revealed where he has been all these years. Bee was a military spy for a new initiative called the Autobot Initiative, where soldiers were chosen to use weaponized cars linked to their conscience to fight and spy on enemies such as the Decepticon terrorist group. He was a deadly soldier but to Charlie, Ben hasn't changed one bit and was only hit with the realization that she loved him when she fixed the handheld radio he carried with him and he comforted her about her father. It was a terrifying realization at the time but she never really planned on saying anything or acting on it, until her neighbor Memo came in to ask her out.

Charlie makes Memo promise to not tell anyone about the car and briefly explaining that Bee is a spy. (Charlie notes that she’s still friends with Memo to this day and that he’s now dating a boy he met at a cafe.) They all go for a drive to test out the abilities of the car until they reach the cliffside. She refuses to dive after so much trauma and gets made fun by Tina. Bee comes to her defense which leads to Tina making fun of him for being mute and scarred. Charlie goes to his defense but in the heat of the moment, when Tina says, "What's up with you? Are you his girlfriend or somethin'?" and Charlie一poor, sweet, stupid eighteen-year-old Charlie一said...

"So what if I am!? Shut the fuck up!"

Charlie and Bee don’t talk about it until they get home and Memo leaves. Charlie apologized but it turns out that Bee always liked her, ever since the two met. They don’t know what the two are but Bee wanted to stay with her forever. Charlie liked that and parted with Charlie kissing his cheek.

Present Charlie remembers how happy she was that night as if they were stuck in their little bubble. She dreamt of all the adventures the two will take together, the places they'll go, the things they'll do一innocently ignorant to the war outside.

Present Charlie also remembers when that bubble popped, how she watched Bee die in front of her.

The Decepticons wanted to kill Bee for info on where his leader is. After accidentally spilling with the recording, Bee was electrocuted to death. Charlie remembered how her father died but this time, she didn’t freeze. She went straight to CPR (noting how she wished their first kiss had a better setting) and after using a defibrillator, Bee came back and with his memories.

The shock that both young adults, recognizing each other from a different time, was almost embarrassing. Charlie covered her red face realizing she gave the jacket to the same guy to gave it to her and Ben looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball, remembering his crush from high school and his actions for the past few days. Charlie remembers sharing a proper kiss with him before being rudely interrupted by the military, calling Bee a traitor and a coward.

The rest of the night was a blur, a trauma Charlie can't seem to fully recollect with the bits and pieces of the fight being too fuzzy. She remembers a pain in her head as she was thrown against concrete and the ringing raging explosions surrounding her. She remembers a green glow, a dropping feeling from a fear of heights and her body learning to dive again as she held the blurry face of a smiling blonde underwater.

The last thing Charlie recalls of the boy was their goodbyes, standing at a cliff where they overlook the Golden Gate Bridge. They hug and kiss one last time and exchange a thanks, knowing that the other touched their hearts in some way. Charlie waved goodbye never knowing if he will return but she wished him luck and a promise to never forget him. (Heartbreak following a bittersweet exasperation when Bee reveals that his car could shapeshift. "YOUR CAR CAN BE A CAMERO THIS WHOLE TIME??")

Present Charlie recites this story to an interviewer in a quiet room, not realizing there was a tear going down her cheek until a drop landed on the metal table.

"So you want to see him again? Is that what you're saying?"

Charlie shakes her head. "No. I wanna help him. I accepted the fact that I'll never see him so I want to help his cause as much as possible, because he believed in it, just like how he believed in me."

The interviewer smiled with pride and extends a hand that Charlie takes in a shake, "Then it's done. Welcome to the GI Joes, Agent Watson."

[solar-nightengale]

Hi, I’m new in this tag kinda and new to meta-writing overall, but not only is the August brain rot really strong but one particular part of his entire character has been on my mind for a whole weekend. Please take this as mostly an offering of very spilled thoughts cause I couldn't keep them to myself anymore, LMAO. Particularly the thing that's on my brain is his guilt

I would also like to make note of and thank @ lizardthelizard And her glorious set of tags here for setting off my spiral tonight and also when she first sent them because my goodness this is truly an eye-opener. Thank you, buddy 💖

Gosh though, August’s guilt and self-criticism of himself and his actions is something that really fascinates me personally, and just thinking of it being the cause of what turns him back to wood is both mind-blowing but it just makes so much sense. He may be real because of magic but who’s to say it’s just the magical conditions that are holding him back and not the high as heck expectations that he feels were set for him and he set up for himself.

When it feels like you can't mess up sometimes it can feel like you're stuck in place Or that your screw ups means you can't change, that you're not good, that maybe you don't deserve to be considered good and that your various flaws are all that others would see you FOR!!

Maybe it's different to anxiety but idk it’s what caught my attention about him even more than what his character already offered up in s1!

He was given this like 

Idea that he needs to be "Brave" and "Truthful" and "Selfless" all the time or else he cannot be human 

Does it work like that? no, there's no human on EARTH that's all three of those things all the time, we've all had moments of weakness and gave in 

But what does he know? Most of his life he spent on his own and as a puppet, he was expected to understand the ways of being a human and GOODNESS knows how short a time he was with his dad before he was THRUST into a world and forced once again to stand on his own two feet and expected to just, you know, know how to act once again 

He's followed by expectations that he finds himself struggling to meet because he doesn't know what the limit is or how to meet them, and sometimes if not all of the times the temptations are just better and easier 

And it's expected!!!

He stepped into TLWM as a child with no idea of what he’s getting into with no prior knowledge, no adult, no nothing.

But omg, he drags himself down so much about it because he can’t meet those expectations the way he would want to and because of that because literally who did he have to tell him that it's all okay? That you can make mistakes and move on from them? That you can make up for your mistakes and forgive yourself for them?

Did he have anyone at all? Cause The show sure didn't show him having anyone

We see one woman in Thailand but even after he discovers he's turning into wood she's no longer around, so like she's probably about as fleeting of a relationship as anything else

Imagine going 28 years at first ignoring all your problems and then the horror and thoughts that you’re not good enough catch up to you one morning and the more you see yourself a failure, the more you sink into that spiral the harder it feels to breathe.

[atomicpinks]

sincerely hope endo-sensei keeps up the slow plot and doesn't rush it

[youngpettyqueen]

sometimes you need to have life-altering realizations, cry about them, and then move on be fine and figure something else out