#brave buns you are ;u;

[possibilistfanfiction]

Already losing my mind over your footy au, it’s so perfect. Thanks so much for sharing this brilliant joy with us :’)

[this is ava's pov, so technically a few deleted scenes that won't be in the main fic. still gay & eventually a little nod to christmas lol. @unicyclehippo & @analogoose thank u for accepting that i am on pacific time in california & it is indeed still christmas for me lmao]

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beatrice is a revelation. 

you remember the first time you had watched her play, when you were thirteen and she debuted for her club at the senior level at sixteen, this phenom, and everyone was talking about her. you remember being in awe of how steady she was, serious and focused and beautiful, even though you’re sure she was nervous: she was pretty, and young, with a sharp jaw and skin a few shades darker than yours, lovely, freckles and bright eyes. most importantly, when she was subbed on in the 61’, she seemed unafraid.

mostly you remember a moment — her jersey tucked in solemnly and perfect into her shorts, her socks even at her knees, her hair somehow staying put in a neat bun — where she won a tackle at midfield, carried it, drew three defenders, and then played the most beautiful through ball you had ever seen. shannon finished, but it was an easy tap in, past the goalkeeper, and you sat on your small, hard bed and looked at the planes of her face light up when she smiled. mary patted her head and shannon gave her a tight hug and you knew, even then, that she was going to be the best player in the world. 

it’s surreal to play with her, now, to sit beside her in the locker room and take note of the older lines of her face, her lighter hair, her meticulous skin care routine — an exact order of small, expensive serums and sunscreen — and the way her mouth sets in a grimace when she’s running through physical therapy exercises next to you. the way she talks to your teammates, clear and calm and kind, no matter what’s happening; the way she holds her chin high when she kneels for the anthem and wears her rainbow captain’s armband; the way she moves with the ball like she’s dancing, like she’s absolutely sure there’s no one who can stop her — it’s mesmerizing and a little intoxicating. you think everyone is at least a little bit in love with her. 

but somehow, miraculously, a little bit, she thinks you’re special.

she thinks she’s subtle, you’re pretty sure, but no one else gets her to laugh like you do. she puts up with your constant antics and your overwhelming exuberance and terrible puns. she listens to you, quiet and with her unwavering, full attention when you explain to her, one day in the locker room, late, when everyone else had already gone home. she’d gotten mad at you earlier in training, for not tracking back, for going halfheartedly into tackles; she’s seen the scar on your back and been in physical therapy with you for months now. 

‘i — i got hurt, going in for a tackle,’ you say, your voice breaking and too loud for the empty locker room, hands trembling, eyes filling with tears. ‘i didn’t have a choice; someone hit my back and then i couldn’t walk, i couldn’t move. i’m trying, okay? i’m so scared, every single fucking tackle. i’m doing the best i can.’ your breath is coming so fast and your chest is tight; you have to sit down and put your head in your hands. ‘fuck.’

she stands still, holding a soft sweater you know she’ll drape over her shoulders, over her perfectly pressed button up, even though she’s probably just going home. she stands still and, mortifyingly, you think she’s going to cry too, which is even worse than just you crying.

‘fuck, i’m sorry,’ you say again. she sits next to you and shakes her head. 

‘ava,’ she says, ‘i’m sorry.’ she takes your hand gently and it’s a little reverent, and your heart settles and blooms: it’s only been a few months, but she’s home. she’s safe and thoughtful and steadfast and brave. 

it’s not the first time you think it, but it’s the clearest: i love you, you want to tell her. 

‘sometimes i forget how hard your career has been,’ she says, ‘how difficult; how i haven’t ever experienced the pain you have.’ she swallows, looks down at her own hands. ‘healing of all kinds isn’t linear, and sometimes it’s slow.’

it’s true: you had lost, for a long time, your favorite thing in the world, the very thing that had made you feel most alive. you had felt nothing; you had hurt, and hurt, and hurt.

‘but it is my job as your captain to see you through this.’

you’d convinced her to go dancing the other night with you, during a bye week, and she had let her hair down and laughed into your neck. she’s beautiful; she was so beautiful, free and unburdened. she had looked at you too.

‘just your job?’

she smiles, gentle and small and just for you. ‘well,’ she says, ‘and my pleasure.’

/

beatrice is contained, though, toward mostly everyone. you don’t think she’d ever really admit it, either, but you know she’s lonely, in her beautiful house by the water — without color, sparse and modern, and you bring her little trinkets and pillows and candles and flowers and soft throws in yellow, in orange, in a treasured sage green she seems to love. she has her tailored, loose linen, always chic and always professional. she has strict nutrition, carefully made meals from the team chef systematically stacked in neat tupperware in her fridge. you know you’ve, mostly out of sheer annoyance and stubborn, unrelenting affection, wormed your way under her skin — so you take a gamble. 

she’s still religious, or at least takes a great deal of comfort in routine and prayer and worship, so you wait until after you’re pretty sure christmas morning mass is over. you’d never say it yourself, either, for that matter, but you’re lonely too, sometimes, and you love her bright smile and freckles and the way she eats whatever you order for dinner when you spend time at her house. 

you shoot your shot, wherever that’ll end up, and order a bunch of birthday balloons, a shiny silver 2 and 6, and throw in a few silly christmas ones too, just for the spirit. you buy her a delicate chain, really pushing your luck because it’s plain white gold, elegant and a little romantic, some kind of gesture. you add in a crisp, extremely expensive cotton crew neck, which you’d seen pulled up on her phone while you’d lowkey been snooping. you make chocolate chip cookies — well, really, camila makes them after you burn the first batch, and she rolls her eyes when you explain they’re for bea, but it’s fond and you’re way too obvious; she knows how you feel anyway — and put them in a tupperware. you find the dumbest possible birthday card you can, a little bit obscene, and write, dear beatrice, happy birthday! you’re an old lady now, or something. you steal the show from jesus, in my opinion :) you deserve to be celebrated. once you write the last line you want to cringe, but you only have the one card and you can’t scribble it out at this point. fuck it, you think, and sign love, ava and put it in the envelope, lick the flap and press it shut before you can take it back. 

you unload all of the balloons from your car, a little ridiculous, and fit them, and your presents, and your cookies, and a bottle of veuve, and a bouquet of sunflowers — her favorite — into your arms and trundle to her front door and ring the doorbell. there’s definitely a chance she’s not home — still at mass or, probably, doing some kind of aikido training or on a run or swim, maybe even alone at the training grounds — but then, to your immense relief and immediate delight, she opens the door. if beatrice in her careful, neat outfits is revelatory, beatrice in a pair of sweatshorts and a hoodie, her sunny hair tousled and swept almost carelessly over a shoulder, is a fucking miracle.

‘i thought —’ she says, her brow furrowed, seemingly a little lost, ‘you’re not my sushi order.’

‘happy birthday!’ you say, and hold out the balloons. ‘and merry christmas!’

it takes her a second but then a big smile blooms on her face, and you’re so relieved you might cry. she takes the balloons from you with a laugh and then the flowers, carefully. ‘thank you, ava,’ she says, so happy and so genuine. ‘would you like to come in? i don’t think i can enjoy all of this on my own.’

that had obviously been your plan; you wore loose pants and a crop top, her favorite even though she pretends to never notice. you even washed your hair this morning instead of just settling for dry shampoo or a little cap like you sometimes do since you cut it when you’re tired or your back is hurting too much to want to move your arms above your head — a truth you’ll never tell, not anyone. she fidgets with the hair tie around her wrist, and instead of saying anything normal, you bump her hip in the doorway, your faces way too close, and not close enough. ‘leave your hair down. i like it like this.’

she just blushes and nods and steps back;  you follow her to the kitchen, embarrassed, but then she carefully puts the flowers in a vase, a little reverent, and you it settles you. she softly tells you that she'd been to mass and sung her favorite hymns; that she misses the snow sometimes, even though she loves the ocean.

‘how did you know it was my birthday?’ she asks, after the flowers are situated and you’re curled on her couch, your feet tucked under her thighs, after she’s opened her presents quietly and read your card, which had made her sniffle and she’d squeezed your hand afterward. 

other than the fact that you and your teammates had sang to her over a cake before you’d left to go on break, ‘i’ve read your wikipedia.’

it’s, like, way too true, and it’s out before you can take it back, but then she just laughs, grants you grace as always. 

‘i’ve read your wikipedia too,’ she says, quietly, but you sit up to give her a high five, which makes her laugh again. she grows serious, and soft, and puts her chin in the crook of her elbow balanced on the top of the couch cushion. her eyes are so gorgeous and you’re close enough to count her freckles like stars in the fading winter light. 

something might happen; your body is practically bursting at the seams for it, but then the doorbell rings and you both kind of jump.

‘probably my actual sushi order.’ she gets up and pads to the door, comes back with what is probably enough sushi for four people.

‘did you… order delivery sushi from a michelin star restaurant?’ you ask, infinitely amused when you see the branding.

she waves her chopsticks around in dismissal. ‘it’s my birthday.’ she purses her lips and delicately picks up a piece of ginger. ‘and i’m rich.’

you laugh so suddenly you’re lucky a whole piece of spicy albacore doesn’t just explode out of your mouth; you couch into a napkin instead. she doesn’t tease you, although she does look on in a little alarm. she had, surprisingly, ordered a bottle of sake, you notice once you’ve recovered with a few coughs, and you get it out with a cheer. ‘yes, beatrice! live it up!’

you share your sake and the best sushi you’ve had in your entire life, sitting on the floor at her coffee table, until you’re full and a little tipsy. you open the bottle of veuve, because she’s tipsy enough to let you, to follow along in your wake as you do everything in your power to feel it all. she pops it carefully, with a towel over the cork, even, but it doesn’t stop you from cheering like you’ve just won the champions league, and it brings a delicious smile to her mouth that you very narrowly avoid kissing.

she pours expertly in stemless, elegant champagne flutes and you lift yours toward. ‘to the best captain and the best friend,’ you say, and it’s incomplete but it’s sincere all the same, something brimming underneath the surface neither of you are quite ready to name. ‘happy birthday, bea.’

she clinks her glass with yours and you drink champagne, bundled in blankets, and eat an insane amount of chocolate chip cookies, on her balcony that looks over the sea, settled onto one comfortable beach chair; she’d let you squeeze beside her without any protest.

‘thank you, ava, for coming over.’

‘yeah, uh, of course.’ you squeeze her strong, bare calf, just above the scar on her ankle. ‘i didn’t — i was alone today, too. i figured we shouldn’t have to be alone.’

she swallows and puts her hand on yours. ‘you’re right. we shouldn’t.’

you rest your head on her chest. ‘strong heartbeat for twenty-six.’

the soft rumble of her laugh matches the waves, and she runs her hands along your face, buries them in your hair for a moment. ‘i like your hair, like this,’ she says.

‘yeah?’ she’s definitely drunk by now, her eyes a little glassy when you look up at her, and you’d give everything — money, your gorgeous apartment with camila, pizza, football — to kiss her.

‘yes,’ she says, and looks up at the stars. ‘i remember watching you play, before —‘ you tense a little, and she just soothes a hand along your spine. ‘before. and it was long. just — like everyone else.’

you have no idea what to say; you suppose it’s true. ‘you watched me play.’

‘of course,’ she says, an easy truth that ignites something low in your stomach. ‘ava, you’re not like everyone else. not at all. you’re the most — ‘ she shakes her head, trips over her words — ‘you’re the most extraordinary person i’ve ever known.’

you take a few deep breaths and then kiss her collarbone. ‘i — feel the same, about you.’

she smiles, and you settle again on her chest; you listen to her heart racing. 

‘you know,’ you say, ‘i just wanted to look more bisexual. that was the motivation for this haircut.’

it gets a booming laugh from her, better than any goal.

‘swear to god.’

she kisses the top of your head and then gracefully untangles herself from you, offers a hand. ‘i can order you an uber,’ she says. ‘or — it’s christmas, they’re probably, you know, inconvenient.’

‘you want me to stay?’

please don’t leave me alone; please don’t leave me. it’s unspoken and aching and easy. she nods. ‘if you want.’

‘you have food for the morning that’s not a little prepackaged omlette?’

she frowns. 

‘well then we’re going to get brunch, okay? deal?’

she rolls her eyes but she leads you to her bedroom by the hand; there’s no question when she pulls back the fluffy, perfectly white duvet, that she wants you in bed with her. she gets you a pair of sleep shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt, club issued but old and soft and worn, and it smells like her; she turns her back as you take off your clothes and change, leave them in a careless pile on a chair that makes her roll her eyes.

you snuggle up to her in bed and she turns over; your heart swells when she scoots back into you and you wrap an arm around her waist; she sighs. i love you, you want to say, i fucking love you so much, i’m going to die if i don’t kiss you soon. i love you, please.

‘happy birthday.’

she squeezes your hand, and then she falls asleep.

[pinkrifle]

HI HI HIHI MY LAST POST WAS AB CHUBY MYSTERION,,, SO I BRING TO U

— 🫐 chubbie mysterion x superhero!reader 🦴 (hcs)

cws/tws: none, just please don’t fetishize this post as it’s weird 🤦‍♀️ also this is not in any way supposed to be nsfw, and pleas don’t take it as such, i initially wanted to write it as his original age but i didn’t specify it in the fic so you could read it in any age interpretation you want

meeting mysterion was a treat for u!! after your team meeting with his, you bump into eachother and you feel his SOFTNESS,,, immediately fall in love.

well obvi your not with him jus for his weight,, he’s brooding and smart n cute and GGRA!! everytime you meet with an enemy of yours he’s always swooping in if the enemy brings on too big of an attack.

after a few months you guys just click with eachother and your CLINGING to eachother, like two velcro stuffies.

making sus jokes to him and him subtly laughing under his breath>:) calling him all these kind of vulgarities

when he finally asks you to be his partner-in-anticrime (ba dum tss) you immediately say yes and kiss him wherever is available.

all superhero’s have weaknesses, and mysterion is a little insecure about his weight.. that won’t happen around you!!

always hugging him from behind all giddy and making a honk sound out of love, getting him all blushy 🫶🫶🫶

when y’all r alone you always rant about how cute he is even if he thinks his chubbyness holds him back from being a real hero, sweet nothings is all that falls out of your mouth

squeezing his tummy even if it isn’t that chub, you js love ur amazing brave hero bf 🎀

laying on his legs after a long night of protecting the city, just ends up with him trying to cover up his flushed face cuz his partner loves him sm (who doesn’t?!!2¥]]2)

always reassuring him there’s nothing wrong with his body and it’s normal for his age because of puberty, jokingly smooching his fluffiest parts

if your chubby too, you guys would have venting sessions just to bond and reconcile with eachother, ending up with teary hugs n kisses

always making sure he eats right, the last thing you want is your pookie getting sick and you have no more partner to destroy prof chaos!!

if anyone (COUGH. RACOON) makes fun of mysterion for his weight or chubbi ness no matter how chubby mysterion may be you will always beat tf out of them.

C: WOOWWW—nice, mysterion! putting on a couple pounds? too stressful? wellllll just leave it up to ME to save the city then! >:)

u!!: friendly fire will not be tolerated (rocks his shit)

never letting mysterion be sad near you in sight!! and if he ever feels the need to repress his emotions to keep up his mysterious persona, your always there to pull him aside and let him sob into his arms for as long as he needs.

always cuddling him super tight in the night because everyone needs a teddy bear in their life!! and if your chubby too the both of you will cling onto eachother 🫶

the compliments are not only one sided, if you ever feel insecure about being too skinny or too chubby he’ll always stop to take your hands in his or do something randomly poetic to make you swoon further and holds you close for the rest of the day/night

annoying nicknames you give him drive him nuts (in a good way, bur he hates actually saying he likes it) like honey bun, pookie, knight in purple armor. but obviously you won’t call him anything that relates to his weight, regardless (it just feels wrong)

you don’t talk about his weight too much, but you admire him for being so amazing and pushing thru !!!

WILL NEVER STOP TALKINF ABOUR CHUBBY MYSTERION. EVER SINC I SAW THAT VIDEO/DRAWINF I GO NUTS HES SO ADORABLE ☹️,,,

[taintedcigs]

i’m so sorry you’re getting such miserable fuckers in your inbox. clearly, the ones sending you hate and saying all these awful things to you are immature and disgusting as fuck. don’t let their words get to you, they’re just silly little clowns hiding behind that anon button that allows them to feel brave for one second. they’re nothing but hateful cowards.

i think you’re amazing and you’re one of the sweetest and kindest people i’ve met. you’re literally one of the best writers on here, i love your stories so much! you’re one of my faves, emmy! (i’ll literally read anything you’ll write cause you’re just fucking good and you’ll make anything perfect). i’m sending you all the love and hugs.

love you to the moon and to saturn 🩷

ps: i’m ready to kick some ass for you bff

love u honey bun. SORRY I JUST SAW THIS!! dw i got a bit dramatic abt it but then i decided not gaf about what some hateful anons think abt my writing bc i write for me!!! its fun and i love creating stories abt my fav fictional characters <3

i think you're amazing AND SUPER SWEET AND ALWAYS SO NICE TO ME!! ily, i did need a little reminder and this is so sweet, thank you thank youuu.

ps: im also ALWAYS ready to kick some ass for u too, i didnt earn the swiftie bodyguard nickname for no reaosn hehe

[thisisreal-right]

Figured I’d start posting some of my Ao3 fics here. Stedieeeee

July came quickly, descending with sticky clawed hands and air so thick it could be toffee. The smell of burning leaves under the laser sunlight filtered through an open window, and the buzzing of cicadas in the late summer soup followed.

It was far too hot to be outside, hotter in the trailer even with the window propped open on a fresh popsicle stick. With red fingerprints of sugar along the walls like a trail of breadcrumbs, the fan sliced the air, swinging around the humidity and flinging it across the room.

Sweat slicked foreheads were pressed against cool polyester pillows, jackets and jeans left in a clump on the floor and shirts hiked up to expose their backs to the sticky air. Their socked feet swung, careful not to touch in the electric heat, afraid of stroke and carefully strung tension.

The heat wave was an elastic band. It stretched across the entirety of June, and wrapped its rubber through to July. Carefully groomed green lawns had been bleached to straw by the sun, plants wilting like puppets cut from strings and curtains drawn against the penetrating heat.

Sunburnt cheeks and feet and backs were all hunched away, scrounging for sanctuary in four feet of water. Bodies flocked to the pool if only for a second of retribution and riddance.

Yet here they were. Maybe the only high school graduates not spending their time fruitlessly cooling off on beach chairs with fans and water guns. Instead, listening to the blades of the fan slice the air with the steady buzz of an ended cassette in the radio.

Neither boy moved.

Neither boy wanted to.

They had been reduced through weeks of heat to limbs in a lump on the bed. To sweat and sweet popsicles dripping down chins, to shaky smoke rings that smelled of skunk, to accidental hot boxes, and shitty shotgun attempts.

They held each other arms length in the heat, but danced together all the same.

The small fick of a lighter broke the silence.

“No stop. It’s too hot in here for that shit,” Steve bemoaned. He swung his hand through the air at the other, fingers grasping for the flame in hopes to extinguish it.

Eddie laughed.

“C'mon pretty… don’t you want this heat to be bearable?” He drew out the vowels, teasing.

Steve flapped a wrist, picking up his head and blinking.

“Then light it and we’ll smoke it quick. I mean it when I say it’s too hot.”

And so, king and jester spark up together in a fantastic turn of events.

The idea was almost laughable. Harrington and Munson braving the beast of summer heat together, sprawled in nothing but thin shirts and boxers, exposing miles of skin to the blistering heat. Oh, but what a picture they must make.

Steve flopped over on his back, running a hand through his sweaty hair as Eddie cupped the joint and flame with his hand.

Had they ever spoken throughout the four years of hell? Perhaps in passing. A brush of the shoulder, an “excuse me” in the halls. But this, this seemed intimate.

Steve retrieved the joint, nimble fingers bringing it carefully to his lips before he inhaled. He coughed a little on the exhale, wrinkling his nose against the smoke.

“Strong shit,” he remarked.

Eddie winked. “Only the best for you.”

The heat. The heat and the popsicle. That’s what caused the flush of Steve’s cheeks. Not the exposed back of Eddie’s neck, not the bun his hair had been thrown into. Not the corded necklace flopping against his collarbone, not the loose u of his neckline.

The heat.

The joint.

The popsicle.

And the wink.

He passed the joint back with, hopefully, a covering eye roll. Eddie only smirked, puffing away easily in haste to put out the tiny flame.

Steve watched as the smoke filtered out the propped window, watched the heat waves from the ground that wavered his vision. Watched as Eddie arched back his neck and blew a smoke ring into his ceiling.

“That was a good one, right?” Eddie asked excitedly as the smoke dissipated. Steve grunted and flopped back down from where he had been propped on his elbows.

“Didn't even see it,” he lied, plucking the joint from Eddie’s grasp. He reached over to ash it before taking another hit.

“Guess I’ll just have to try again then,” and he grinned. He grinned his sharp tooth, sweet and dangerous, venomous salve grin. That very one that Steve could never resist. So he grinned right back.

The smoke was heavy in the air, and so was Steve’s gaze. They had traded hits until it had burned down to the filter, before Eddie stubbed the joint out in its own ashes.

Groggily, Steve thought maybe that was irony in action. His brain moved on before he could pick that thought apart, though. He’d never been much good at English, and anyway, there were better things to focus on. More important things.

Like the freckles that speckled Eddie’s cheeks and nose bridge from the stagnant summer sun. Or the lethe line of his body as he sprawled in the sunset. Or that one curl that fell out of his bun and framed his face. Steve wanted to touch it. So he did.

He wrapped it around his finger, gently twirling it just to see it spin. He hooked his finger and tugged to watch the way Eddie’s head followed the movement.

Dark eyes traced his features and a pink flush rose high on Eddie’s cheeks. Steve liked that color. He wondered how he could see more.

“I guess you're more of a light weight than I thought, pretty, we’ve been smoking together for the past month and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so high.” Eddie’s voice rumbled deep in his chest, he leaned forward dramatically.

“Maybe I'm finally comfortable in the company,” Steve remarked, tilting his head away playfully. Eddie’s eyes lidded and slid down the line of Steve’s face to linger.

“Well, don’t we both just know,” Eddie leaned closer. “That that’s just bullshit.”

A slow smile slid across Steve’s face as he studied the enigma in front of him.

Sometimes, looking at Eddie was like looking in the mirror. Looking at a simple image of himself, similar and familiar but reflected, opposite. Eddie was quick to flame, the itch to run, to fight, to rally, swam just beneath his skin in the same way it bubbled under Steve’s. While both of them had embers that would engulf flame when introduced to kerosine, they seemed to soothe each other. Eddie fit. And Steve was tired of pretending otherwise.

Steve dropped his hand from the other's hair.

“Maybe I just want to be brave.”

Maybe I'm tired of drifting, of empty rooms and echo chambers.

Maybe I just want something that you seem to keep inside your chest.

Maybe I want to climb through this mirror, this useless sheet of glass and make home inside your chest with the shards.

Maybe I’m ready to be engulfed in flames.

Maybe I'm tired of dancing around the heat.

“That so,” Eddie whispered. He brought one finger up to tuck hair behind Steve’s ear. It burned. The heat was more than months without rain.

Steve’s eyes burned, from the smoke, from the overwhelming urge to communicate everything he wanted to say without having to say it.

“Maybe,” Steve murmured. His eyes caught the movement of Eddie’s tongue as it darted out to wet his bottom lip. He sucked in a breath. The air was heavy and hot, it blistered his lungs and watered his eyes. He flicked them up to meet Eddies, question pressed into the pupil.

Eddie shifted closer, just a fraction, and nodded.

Steve hadn’t realized how close the two of them had been until he went to close the gap. Their foreheads pressed, cherry popsicle fingers tangled in painful ways and Steve hovered, just there, just above Eddie’s lips. Steve was a rubber band stretched to its limit. When Eddie finally, finally, closed the gap, he snapped. His cracked mud and straw lawns sucked the rain down, thirsty. Sunburnt shoulders found refuge from the sun under rolling storm clouds, and blue skies rumbled with heat lightning.

Finally, finally, Eddie was his.

And the heatwave finally broke.

[dearmailman]

Haihai Mr.Eddie !!! Buzzy here :3 Ive bun trying to draw You and Mr.Frank and Mr.Wally but!!! I dun have the colorz for ittt...Ur hair is a cool pinky reddy color but I only have dark red!!!! 3: and I lost my crayons so I gotta use my colored pencils!!! >:P

Thank u for the tipz!!! I used it and it actually helped alotalot!!!!! Hehehe- and i had sum cookiez aswell but dun tell anybody!!!

I hav to go out today and im nervuz cuz I gotta be by people!!! I dun wanna be but I have to :(

But!!! I saw a buzzy bumblebee like me!!!!! It was big and fluffy and itz my fren :)! I saw a BIGGG wasp tho and that was scary, but I let it out and it flew away!!! :)

Byebye!!!

-🐝/Buzzybee

Hello Buzzybee!

I’m sure your drawing will be amazing! Colored pencils can come out so pretty. Mr. Frank is very pretty himself so I know he’ll turn out lovely. Maybe mixing pink, orange, and red will look like my hair? I hope you can figure it out, love!

You’re very brave to go out around people when it’s hard for you. I know you’ll do great! Going out can be very hard, so make sure you take any meds you might need, take a snack, and wear comfy clothes - that way it’s easier for your brain to focus. You can always bring a small teddy with you in your pocket so you have a friend to reassure you! I believe in you, neighbor.

I hope the bumblebee was as adorable as you, darlin’! And I’m sure the wasp was thankful to you for letting him out. Frank always says the lil bugs are more scared of you than you are of them, so you have to be kind to them.

Take care!

Love,

Eddie

[shardminds]

ily @damedechance & @cauldronblssd! thanks for the tag!!!

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

i used to read chronicles of narnia fic in 2009/10 and had a fever dream about caspian/edmund and cutting apple slices to share with each other… i was 13. it’s been on and off since then. i think i posted it to a blogspot or a livejournal or something but i could not tell you if i kept it up. i tried writing a lot of original fiction around this time too lmao it was… an experience. at the same time, one of my closest high school friends was also writing fanfiction on ff.net, so we had moral support in the form of each other!

🍇 How many fandoms have you written in?

probably 5/6? if we’re going off what is published and available; exo, got7, once upon a time, supernatural and acotar. if we’re going off what i’ve written, regardless of where/when/if it now exist, that list becomes much more extensive.

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

14, on and off (mostly off)

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

it’s a mixed bag. i’m a big reader unless i’m really spurred to write and then i probably won’t read fic for weeks (except chapter updates) until that’s out of my system. i’m too afraid to accidentally steal someone’s characterisations or the motifs they’ve used — i find i can’t do both at the same time.

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

i feel i’m less concerned with rules and now i just enjoy utilising language the way i want to. for imagery’s sake. i don’t know, i haven’t really analysed my writing enough to see improvement. although, i used to get called out on my exo fics because every other word was a swear (i was going through it - sorry!) so i think i can say i’ve evolved past that.

🍑 Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

not developing a cohesive writing style in favour of being choppy and letting the reader draw their own conclusions because i hate connecting scenes and doing actual work to thread plot lines together — examples: full moon white honey (acotar), fortune favours the brave (ouat), inherent violence series (spn) etc.

🍉 What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

any positive comment is a dream to me, specifically if they call back to the fic itself. oh you read it AND you liked it enough to tell me your favourite part? oh how about a kiss on the mouth for your troubles? how about some sloppy head? i also love when people reach out privately after reading to bully me (affectionate) or discuss further. i can and will talk. i am not a private person.

🍋 What is something you've been too nervous/ intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

i struggle to comprehend writing anything long and chaptered. my attention span could never. i promised myself i would never publish chaptered fics again unless i had it all written out first (sorry to the two chaptered captain swan gift fics i never finished. i think about them every day) but, despite all that, i would love to try.

🍇 What made you choose your username?

it sounded metal as fuck!

if you haven’t been tagged in this yet, NOW YOU HAVE! @zenkindoflove @crazy-ache @jon-snows-man-bun (apologise if someone already got u!) (also no pressure!)

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Thank you @metalbvcky. NPT for @mrs-illyrian-baby @doasyoudesireandlive @km-ffluv @labella420

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

As a teen I was a voracious reader and tried to write my own stuff based on other books I'd read. I also loved ST:TNG and wanted dearly to be in an episode and had lots of the books. I wrote my own ST stories with OC's (gratuitous self inserts), but they never went anywhere. In my late teens I read some Xena fanfic on the internet. But that was it for a great number of years.

At the beginning of 2021 I sat and watched the entirety of the MCU films in chronological order (I'd seen most of them before and was mainly a Thor gal.) I fell down the Stucky rabbithole. Deep. I decided to look up fanfic. AO3 was now a thing! I wrote (a very poor) Stucky fic and here we are, almost 3 years later

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

As my ST stuff never made it further than my parent's old PC in the days of dial-up, I won't count it.

I've written for MCU, various Chris Evans and Seb Stan Characters and one fic for RWRB. I've been toying with writing a one-off Criminal Minds fic as a gift for a friend.

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Three in July since I first published anything on AO3.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I try to balance it out. If I have a period of hyperfocus writing I try to then go through a period of reading. I read on both Tumblr and AO3, so try to keep that even as well.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Getting betas to pick me up on tense changes, overuse of words and rogue commas. Reading more. Practising. Writing outlines for longer stories so I don't go off-piste.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Getting bored half-way through a long fic, especially if the first few parts haven't had a lot of interaction. Which is why I try to write the whole thing before I start posting.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Engineering courses at MIT and, for a separate fic, Violet wands, including the ways to use them and the differnt types of accessories you can use with them. I even watched a Youtube video.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any comment! Anything that gives me the validation I need!

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I wrote a transformation into Tsum-tsum fic that was both cracky and smutty. That's pretty niche.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Action scenes. I loathe them. I'm constantly wondering if they are long enough, and make sense.

🍏What is the easiest type?

Short things that are either PWP or fluffy slices of life.

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Mainly on my elderly laptop on G-Docs, and in every moment I can - normally afterwork before dinner and on Mondays when I don't have work.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

There are a few characters and ships I haven't written that I'd like to. And I suppose I'd like to write a proper long, over 100k fic at some point.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

When I made my AO3 account I felt as though that at 40, and only really starting in Fandom in this way, I was late to the party, so that is who I became.

[ohwowimlonley]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚FOR AU TUESDAY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tattoo artist!eddie doing reader sternum/under boob tattoo, i want a bat under my boobs going all the way across (like the wings spread underneath each titty? ya know😳) anyway smth smutty ofc, im thinking maybe pre-established relationship so like he’s all “i’m the only one who gets to do those kinda places, some dude doesn’t get to see ur boobs 😡😡” like imagine him pulling his hair back and putting on those little black gloves. he tells how good ur doing and keeps calling you sweetheart (this happened w my tattoo guy but he’s like an old man😭😭) - good god 🫠🥴

i’m sorry that’s a lot and i hope it makes sense but i’m excited!!!! i have so many ideas 😭🫶🏻u said ghostface and my brain short circuited

Eek! I love him!! Send in all you want bby!!

Tad nsfw

“Take your top off then, princess,” he tugs on the hem of the material, cheeky grin on his face because he hasn’t set up yet and therefore it’s completely unnecessary for you to be half naked. Eddie admires the view, skilled fingers setting out various inks and paper towels, blindly cleaning all of his individual tools by muscle memory alone.

“Okay, lemme see,” he pulled his wheelie chair closer, right to the edge of the latex covered one you were resting against. Really, there was no need for him to come closer and inspect your tits; he’d seen them so many times that the image was burned into his memory. You rolled your eyes as his fingers came up to probe at your exposed chest, prodding at muscle, smoothing a hand down your sternum, eyes flitting over the skin you wanted to stain with ink. He was gentle with you, pushing ever so lightly on your ribs to make you lay back on the chair, “are you sure? Remember what I said?”

“Yeah, yeah, once the needles on my skin, you’re not gonna stop,” you repeated distractedly, slipping a hairband from your wrist and helping him bunch his endless curls into a messy half-bun to keep it away from his eyes.

He had you in a private room, one the he usually used to do intimate piercings instead of tattoos, so it was a bit more cramped than usual. You believed that Eddie did it on purpose, sure that he crowded the chair into the corner to keep him closer to you. The door was bolted shut, and when you asked why, he said, “all these guys are fuckin’ pervs, don’t want them seeing my girls,”

Eddie snaps a pair of gloves over his wrists, unfortunately covering up a plethora of knuckle tattoos, wiggling latex fingers in your direction to get a giggle in response. When he finally began the process of puncturing your skin, you finally grasped why he was distracting you. He tried to ease your pain as much as possible, cooing at you as he traced the stenciled drawing of a bat, working from under your left breast and moving up.

“Good girl, so good f’me,” he didn’t take his eyes from the machine piercing your skin, laser focused on getting it right for you, “brave girl. My big, brave girlie,”

[possibilistfanfiction]

wn prompt: breathless

[y'all are rly out here making me think abt 'breathe' vs 'breath' so much lately lmao jk love u]

//

everyone comes back except for ava.

you had feared it; you had prayed that there would be any other outcome, but you knew it was inevitable, in some ways. camila and yasmine and dora shuffle in quietly, subdued, their eyes cast on the floor. you hug them, hold them tight.

'ava,' camila says, as if there's any way to explain other than grief.

you just nod.

'she's not — she's not dead,' camila says. 'she didn't die, beatrice said.' her voice shakes and you haven't seen beatrice yet. your heart sinks because what do you say to her; what could save her now? 'she went through the portal.'

you think of ava's letter, one she'd left out mostly finished, one that had made you cry — love and loss and sacrifice and consecration. you've had the halo before, but you had never been tasked with the same duty; you had never been tasked with being this brave.

'bea is... she's not okay, mother superion.'

'i would expect not. i'll go see to her.'

camila nods. 'she and ava, i — it's not my place, but —'

'i know,' you tell her, gently, and there's a tiny smile that lifts her face.

'they weren't exactly subtle, were they?'

you huff a laugh. 'no, not at all.'

camilla hugs you one more time, and then she sets off in the direction of the armory, always working diligently even when, right now, she should be able to rest.

you know where beatrice will be, and so you set off. there are hundreds of steps up the observatory tower, and you take them in measured spurts, your knee still smarting sometimes even after the halo — ava — had healed you.

beatrice is there, her hair falling out of its usually neat bun, her bracers undone. she's otherwise statue-still, perfect, one of the best sisters the ocs has ever had.

you sit silently next to her, just sit. there's a swath of stars stretching overhead, easy to see.

'she was scared,' she says, finally, so quiet you have to strain to hear her. 'ava, she was so scared, and so brave, and i — i couldn't save her. i couldn't protect her, and i was supposed to protect her, and i — i lo— i couldn't protect her.'

she starts to curl in on herself, her whole body trembling, breathless.

'beatrice,' you say, reach out slowly and take hold of her shaking hand.

'if i had been faster, or stronger, or smarter; if i had trained more in switzerland instead of watching some stupid show she loved, if we had been more disciplined and skipped gelato she always wanted, i — she would be here, maybe, she would be here with me —'

'beatrice,' you say, firmly this time, and she still rocks forward, folding her knees up to her face.

'oh god,' she says, and you know what it feels like to break.

it's a little awkward, but she twists and you hold her in your arms as she sobs. she cries, heaving breaths, into your neck, so hard that she coughs a few times and, eventually, her chest starts to calm.

'she will come back to us,' you say. it's a promise and a prayer and a hope: faith. 'she will come back to you.'

bea looks up at the stars, wiping her tears; her grief is so heavy that you can feel it too. 'i can't wait until the next life. we didn't — we didn't get time.'

'in this life, then,' you say, gently take her chin so she looks you in the eyes. 'yes?'

she swallows, then nods. 'in this life.'

[elysianslove]

Hiii! I loved your Iwa fluff headcanons and was wondering if you could do one with Suna? thanks <3

yesyesyes i would love to!!! iwaizumi’s version. 

↬ when suna was younger, he really, really wanted a pet bunny. like he really, really loved bunnies, and would beg his parents day and night for one. he even made a really badly edited powerpoint on bunnies and why he deserves one (aside the editing, it was a very persuasive powerpoint. they filmed him while he presented it and the video haunts him to this day). his parents were relentless, though, and didn’t get him his bunny. instead, though, they surprised him with a cat. a cat isn’t as high maintenance since they’re very independent creatures, but can also be very fun. they figured any pet would make him happy. they were wrong. suna hated her so much and would never interact with her. like to the point where he nicknamed her “bitch” and now she mainly answers to that instead of her name. but all that only worked against him, and the cat just kept getting more and more attached to him.

↬ suna now loves her so much, and she’s just as attached to him. like he would kill for her, honestly. it’s his cat >>> everyone else. he has an album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of only her, and her bed is in his room because she always ends up sleeping there anyways. he realized later on when he grew older that a cat was the perfect animal for him, and he’s not sure if it’s a parents thing and they really knew or they were just winging it and hoping for the best, but she’s his favorite ever and he would risk it all for her.

↬ his favorite sleeping position with her would be when he’s casually laying on his back scrolling through his phone and she comes and crawls along him to lay on his chest. the warmth he feels within his chest like he just gets so giddy.

↬ suna is crazy obsessed with serial killer documentaries, horror movies, unsolved mysteries, everything like that. his favorite pastime is watching and reading these things, but honestly, it’s not even a like, “wow that’s so cool,” and more of a, “suna what is wrong with you???” type of thing, because he’s the type to have like insidious 2 in the background as he does his homework or gets ready or something. it’s kind of scary how unfazed he is with things like that.

↬ but! yeah he’s extremely brave when it comes to horror movies, borderline unhinged, but his biggest fear? his phobia, if you will? spiders. insects in general, really. he will scream like a sixth grader that’s yet to hit puberty if he sees a spider crawling near him. once he was peeing in the miya twins’ bathroom and some kind of cockroach crawling on the wall and nearly fainted. thank god he was already peeing because he would’ve pissed his pants either way. it’s so embarrassing for him, so he’s so good at hiding it. he just freezes impossibly when he notices an insect and doesn’t take his eye off of it until someone else notices it and kills it. there was this instance when they were at a training camp and he kept feeling as if something was crawling on him, but assumed it was just really hot and his skin was tingling from that. something was crawling on him, though, and it was not just really hot. Top 10 Most Traumatic Moments of his life, especially because atsumu’s first instinct was to record the whole thing.

↬ suna is extremely, and i mean extremely, touch-starved. physical touch has always made him uncomfortable for a reason unknown to him, so he never really accepted hugs or kisses from his family, and would feel so icky if he was roped into a group hug b by his teammates. so when he met you, he thought you’d be so against the fact that he’s uncomfortable with it, because who would want a partner that doesn’t wanna touch or be touched? turns out he actually craves it, and needs it badly, he just needed to take his own time and pace approaching it, and with how understanding you were, he doubted he could ever figure this out without you. he just took it slow, you know? but the more he touched you — held your hand, pinched your cheek, rested his head on your shoulder, pecked your lips for a few seconds longer than last time — the more he wanted you.

↬ when suna became comfortable with the thought and idea that yeah, he actually craves physical touch so damn bad, he wouldn’t stop touching you every second he could. he became insanely clingy, no matter if you were in public or alone. just always has a hand on you at all times. when he’s alone with you, he’s always trying to cuddle with you. you wanna sit and chill on your phone and not really talk? sure, just come do it with your head on his chest. you wanna watch a movie and munch on some popcorn and possibly share a drink? of course he’d love to! just come sit between his legs with your popcorn on your lap so he can steal some and also offer you some sips from the drink. you don’t wanna hug him after a game cause he’s too sweaty? that’s too bad, he wasn’t asking for permission. so you see, suna is a clingy mf. like latches onto you like a koala clingy <3

↬ suna’s music taste is very diverse. his favorite genre is alternative and rock, like the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, etc, but he also loves, loves loves glitchcore music, but also will un-ironically listen to kpop, and rap, and hannah montana’s old music too because why not. he just doesn’t care. if a song is good, it’s good. so what if it caters to a bunch of 12 year olds and not him? who decides that anyways?

↬ suna is very good at hair. like so good. as his sister started to get older, and her hair grew longer, she would sometimes ask him to do it for her before school. at first he was terrible at it, except maybe ponytails cause his hair was long enough at some point to push back into a ponytail, but everything else like parting her hair for pigtails or doing braids or a bun… he was just awful. so, in response, he’d just practice. he’d watch videos as he’s doing his little sister’s hair and be so focused, with his tongue sticking out a little and his eyes squinting as he tries to get it accurate. eventually, he becomes a master at it! you find this out when one day, as you’re just over at his house, his sister comes into his room with a hair tie and a brush and he just carries her up onto his lap and braids her hair as he chats with you and it was so endearing and so impressive and you genuinely believe that was the moment you realized you were in love with him.

↬ he offers to do your hair for you all the time now!! especially if you’ve just showered and are too lazy to brush it and tie it in some way, so he does it for you. he’s actually so, very gentle when brushing your hair, you don’t even feel a thing. if anything, it makes you really sleepy.

↬ when he joined the national team and started to become more and more of a public figure, he’d send you really explicit fan art of him and other teammates he was shipped with just to piss you off. if he was feeling really bold, he’d send you smut written about him. he says he wants to make you jealous. he just wants to provoke you in every way possible, really. one time someone made an edit plot twisting you and him to him and like atsumu so he downloaded video star and made such a bad edit of you and him and posted it on his twitter and instagram and it went viral. like it was one of those edits of just pictures flipping and hearts flashing and lights spasming all over the screen it was so bad it made you cry with laughter. that was his way of telling the world, no one but this person for me, right here <3

↬ i think he’d be very good at doing chores and cleaning and all that, despite how lazy he is. i just think it’s a habit kind of thing, where he grew up doing laundry and making his bed and cleaning his room and washing the dishes that he genuinely doesn’t mind doing it cause it’s natural for him. and he’s learnt to enjoy it.

↬ suna’s favorite color was deep, deep purple at some point, but now it’s between green and black.

↬ he’s caught up with all seasons of keeping up with the kardashians. please don’t ask him why, he doesn’t even know.

↬ once when you were out with him you just gave him a rock that was on the floor and he’s kept that rock with him ever since. like it’s in the drawer next to his bed and sometimes he just takes it out and holds it in his hand while he’s doing homework or scrolling through his phone.

↬ he spams you a lot. like at any time time of the day he just sends you a million videos of him doing the most mundane things; he sends you a video of him eating some almonds and at the end it’s just him going, “i’s good,” or him lip-syncing a song you sent him to listen to, or him trying to do eyeliner because why not. or maybe it’s pictures of him and it’s always ridiculous: him exaggerating him thinking, and then captioning it “thinking,” or just a picture of him on the roof with a peace sign and a pretty smile, or a close up photo of his face saying, “miss u.”

↬ he also spams you with memes all the time. and there’s no set type, it’s just all kinds. really corny memes and really cursed memes, wholesome memes and also memes that bully you. it’s all about the versatility.

↬ suna loves to sleep, he really does, but before meeting you, the only place where he could properly fall into a deep sleep was his bed. after meeting you, anywhere where you were next to him was the perfect place to sleep. if he had your presence near him he could sleep, it didn’t matter, especially if he was resting on your lap or shoulder or gripping onto your hand or resting his legs on your lap. he just wants you close to him, you know? like he feels so safe and comfortable when you’re around, it kind of scares him if he’s honest.

[daisys-gard3n]

Lately ive been thinking of fem prosciutto… shes so hot

u right

long blonde hair perfectly done up with her usual bun style, her slightly drooping cat-like eyes that holds such a commanding gaze, her elongated and editorial model-like body that’s always nicely accentuated with her violet suit and matching pencil skirt and black stockings or slightly flared out pants. She always has her shirt open, so you can have a nice view of her cleavage if you’re oh so brave to sneak a peak before she won’t hesitate to put you in your place for wandering eyes. 

freckled bare skin so milky and lush, a nice sizeable size of breasts with mocha-pink nipples , her bigger hips now revealed since she’s not wearing clothes, and her pussy spread out to you - groomed blonde pubes, some of her light brown labia minora poking through her lips, and a juicy clit that’s poking through. Her french-manicured nails digging into your hair and pulling you by it to make you eat her out, all while she sits elegantly in her chair and watches you intently as you eat her pussy out. 

she a hottie 

[trashmultifandomblog]

MAYA X ZATZ X READER FIC!

fandom: maya and the three

genre: fluff?

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Maya and zatz where journeying together after meeting up, zatz decided he’d help. Your kingdom was the next they were up too recruit.

Maya and Zatz were both together at this point btw

The doors to your kingdom opened up wide

They made your way to your palace

the guards seized you but you waved your hand and they let go still standing alert

You inspected the two from your throne.

Usually you’d tell them to come up but noticing they looked like honorable people and were both very handsome/pretty-

You walked down your guards behind you and stood in-front of them.

You had been reknowned as a intelligent and attractive aswell as amazing fighting skills.

Many men women and everyone else had come admiring you but you took a special liking to these ones.

As soon as you came close zatz and maya saw you and fell in love almost instantly.

You were noble, brave, honourable and everything anyone could want.

After they explained the quest you accepted to join as the best warrior in the kingdom.

You were journeying to the divine gate when

you stopped to rest for a night

Zatz and maya confessed to liking you to each other at the same time and they had an idea..

You were at the divine gate a few days later where they planned to ask you

zatz said “My majesty there is something me and maya wanted to ask you”

Then he got cut off by a giant stone arm swinging by

Maya continued trying to fight

”OK THIS IS NOT HOW THIS WAS PLANNED BUT DO U WANNA DATE BOTH OF USS”

You helped maya and zatz to put the charm in the golem and kissed them both on the forehead and said of course

zatz and maya just melted they love you so

much and so do you

ILL DO HEADCANONS ON A SEPARATE POST

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TYSM FOR READING

I HOPE U ENJOYED THIS ILYSM FOR THE SUPPORT AND COMPLIMENTS IT MAKES MY DAY EVERY TIME

LOVE

BUN! <333

[moonchildstyles]

I was dying a little inside because maybe Y/n is set to have lunch with her horrible parents and H hates every second of it... like he sees her get ready and he knows he doesn't like what she's wearing or feel good and he won't be there to help her but they agree to meet at his shop after she's done. So she's waiting for him at his office and as soon he opens the door and runs to his arms because even if they didn't fight she's exhausted and wants to be in H's arms so bad 😔💔

omg🥺 I can see this being something that like h really really really doesn't want her to do esp since he won't be able to go w her but she tells him that it'll be okay it'll be really quick bc all thats really happening is she needs some stuff from home that they’re bringing to her over lunch and her mom sounded nice on the phone but still shes so nervous so before h goes to work he stays w her sitting in the bathroom watching her get ready and hes so soft telling her how pretty she looks even though shes wearing this skirt she hates that her mom got for her and this top she wore for a job interview for a job she didn't even want but her dad knew the director so its just clothes she hasn't worn since she moved out and she feels so gross in but she knows that if she just complies to what they expect of her it'll be an even faster visit bc they won't have anything to comment on for her but h is telling her how pretty she looks and how he loves her hair even if its all neatly tucked away in a bun shes told him before she hates wearing and shes doesn't have even a little bit of pink on her and h can see how sad she is bc even her nails are just a cream shade she would normally like but its just wrong since her family is making her wear it🥺 but shes just overall not excited or happy but I think he would offer her his pearls to wear bc it goes w her outfit but its also a little bit of her and them that she can bring w her w/o starting anything🥺 he sends her off w a little kissy and a promise that she'll come see him afterwards at the shop🥺 and like the lunch is fine nothing big happens her parents just pretend nothing happened and really take their time telling them about all the wonderful things they've been doing and they even forgot what her major is and they dont ask about harry but her mom does tell her she likes her pearls which y/n really like...hangs onto bc its harry and also something she did right so shes going to have to thank him for it🥺 but even w everything going somewhat okay she goes back to the shop and is so happy when the boys say harry is in the back on lunch so she has all the time to be w him and when he sees her he just opens his arms and holds her and kisses her head and just....sits w her w while letting her get out all the nervous energy she'd been sitting w all day🥺 and I can see him just petting under her eyes when she gets teary and "that bad love?" and shes like no no it was fine just....don't like being w them🥺 and hes like I know I know but im so proud of u for going ur so brave and strong and hes just kissing on her and helping her take her hair out of her bun and letting her change into the sweats he brought to the shop w him so she can feel like her self🥺 but she keeps the pearls on and "you know my mom said she liked my pearls today" and hes like Yeah? w a little smile bc he knows just like she does like what kind of little win that is for them🥺 he would also paint her nails pink that night to make up for everything🥺

[honklore]

would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

[whirlybirbs]

hope sighed as they threw their hair up into a messy bun. "Another day, another media to consume."

As she looks in the mirror, she notices her orbs stare back at her. Clearly, they have been awake for a very long time

Hopes dog calls out from below the house or smth "bow wow!!"

She sighed again. "WHAT DO U MEAN you sold me to the STARFORMERS ROBOY TOY"

"bow bow wow!!"

They sighed again and then pulled on a brave face and a space hoodie and pattern leggings and fake glasses because they're not like other people.

She smirks. "Time to be thirsty on main."

A/n: omg guys!! This is my first fic pls comment and tell me your fave part!!! and stream some album from Shawn mendes idk what the name is

what did i fucking say

what did i say i knew ari would do this

i knew it i felt it in my bones.

[cotccotc]

SKZ + a ftm s/o !!

 ◌ ftm (female-to-male) refers to a transgender person who was assigned female at birth, but identifies as male. these people are awesome, lovely, brave, & valid !! (yes that’s part of the official definition !!!! look it up <3)

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by @lixsmullet​ ♡ )

genre/s: fluff, skz x ftm reader

warning/s: mentions of dysphoria, mentions of periods, one very brief implication of transphobia (NOT IN REFERENCE TO THE MEMBERS DW), use of various pet names, swearing, my dumb formatting and commentary uwu

wc: ~1.5k

a/n: i hope i did this req justice !!! i made sure to do a lot of research on topics that might come up in this situation so i hope everything is accurate, but also inclusive for multiple types of people within the ftm umbrella. the descriptions might not be too deep but pls know they were written with a lot of care. OH ALSO i included potential pet names they might use !! i really really hope y’all enjoy this :) lmk what u think !!

◌ CHAN

chan’s known for putting other people’s needs before his own, and this is no exception.

he’d be super giving !!! would buy you “world’s best boyfriend” mugs and shit !!! it’s cringe but you love him so it’s fine !!!

more on top of your doctors appointments or meds than you are tbh

boy oh boy… if you take/decide to start taking testosterone……

LOOK OUT HERE COMES THE T POLICE KJDF

he just wants to do everything he can to help you !!!!! whether it means literally helping you stay on top of things and being your at-home (emotional) therapist, or giving you space.

i feel like he’s very good at detecting how a person feels based on their face or body language, so he’d always be on the lookout in case you might be feeling off or dysphoric.

and, as much as it might pain him, he’d give you as much time/space as you need. once again, he has your best interest in mind 24/7 !!! he just loves you so much, you know? 🥺

potential pet names (as long as you’re ok with them !! that goes for each member.): babyboy (we saw this one coming), foxy/sexy (mostly sarcastic but also… True), sunshine

◌ MINHO

a thing that i personally love to imagine: minho introducing you to people as his boyfriend

if anybody ever gives either of you a questioning look afterward (either intentionally or not) he wouldn’t waver at all !!! he’d just stand there and keep smiling. because you’re his boyfriend, duh

constantly reminds you how strong you are !! how super tough and cool you are !!! because it’s true !!!!!!!

i feel like i always make him sound like the ceo of Boyfriend Bootcamp in my reactions but i MEAN???

for example, if you’re ever feeling down (for whatever reason. whether it applies to you being trans or not) he’d be like “MAN UP !!! YOU’RE A WARRIOR !!!! ……. a cute one <3333 bUT A STRONG ONE !!!!!!”

in general, i definitely see him as the type of person who’ll just grab your hand or hold you a little closer in situations where he thinks you might feel uncomfortable, and even if he doesn’t directly acknowledge it, you know there’s a lot of love and care behind the gesture.

also… you’re sad? here, hold a cat.

potential pet names: stud (as a joke.. but it stuck), anything that starts with “my” (like my boy, my baby, my love, etc.)

◌ CHANGBIN

ok listen

i’m not calling changbin lazy

HOWEVER

he will most definitely try and make you do “manly” things for him when he doesn’t feel like it- SJDJJ

imagine his raspy, tough, yet adorably whiny voice being all:

“BAAAABE…. BABYYYYYY….. come lift this fOR MEEEEEEEE”

ESPECIALLYYYY if you’re taller than him oh my Lord

BUT HE’D DENY IT AT ALL COSTS !!!

changbin, pointing to an object on a tall shelf: “BABE can you get this for me? you’re so strong you can do it <3333”

you: “short ass-”

changbin: “hEY”

ALSO if you menstruate, i personally believe that he would be very comforting to have around during that time !!!!! just chillin on the couch !!!!!! vibin !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

your very own personal heating pad <33 jksjfd

potential pet names: babe, bunny, hot stuff (sometimes used for moments of sarcasm !!! there are lots of those..)

◌ HYUNJIN

he’s very sweet and loving with you, which never changes despite anything you might be going through. like ,,,ever.

i can see him being especially sweet and helpful for someone who doesn’t want to or can’t surgically transition !!!!

would do everything he could to emphasize the fact that you’re his favorite boy !!!!

whether it’s through activities, pet names, playful jokes, etc., he always wants to remind you how manly and lovely you are !! lolll

i present to you a thought that just popped up in my head and Will Not Leave:

you might normally be the little spoon, but if you ever feel a bit off about your body or just don’t want to be held, THIS BOY WILL GET CURLED UP IN A LITTLE SPOON POSITION FOR YOU !! SO VERY FAST !!!

(is it also an excuse for him to be the little spoon? yeah maybe it is-)

potential pet names: hubby (regardless of whether or not you’re married sjdsdf), prince, things that start with “my”

◌ JISUNG

asks lots of questions !!!!!!! whenever he’s not sure how to proceed with something or has any general questions about being trans or how to support you, he’ll be completely transparent with you about it.

even though it makes him a lil embarrassed 🥺🥺

will overuse the terms “dude” and “bro” just to make you laugh… but you both know there’s a hidden underlayer of validation there

loves cheering you up when you’re not feeling your best !!!

also ,,,,,,Youtube Research Enthusiast

“hey y/n check this out! let’s try it :D” and it’s a two minute video about how to naturally lower your voice

and you go along with it because a.) he’s cute for suggesting it, b.) it could actually be useful, and c.) he’ll look cute stretching his neck for a few minutes and it would be a valuable use of your time to watch him do it <3 jsjdfh

oh also !!!! we know he’s just Like This anyways, but he will indeed take every chance he gets to kiss random parts of your body like your hands, shoulders, the tip of your nose, and anything else you’re comfy with :) he just likes 2 smooch, what can i say?

potential pet names: anything silly !! bubba, baby/babycakes, good lookin’, etc.

◌ FELIX

this is somewhat similar to what i’d suggested in my nonbinary coming out reaction, but i feel like he’d take a lot of care to make you feel more confident in yourself !!!

especially when it comes to your appearance !!!!! if you ever decide to try out a new hairstyle, different clothing, etc., he’d HYPE YOU UPPPPP omg

you: *exists*

felix: *silly smirk* “my handsome boy.. hehe” 🥺

bakes for u !!!!!!! will come over asap with freshly baked cookies if he even senses you might not be feeling your best !!!!!!!!!!!!!

we all know he’s a real cuddlebug, but since you’ve explained dysphoria to him (to the best of your ability), it’s very important to him that he doesn’t overstep with the physical affection

he might also suggest you use a code word or gesture to signify if it’s ok for him to get all close and cuddly with you !! he knows you have your off days, and the last thing he wants to do is emphasize your insecurities.

he loves you more than anything, and he just wants to see you smile :)

potential pet names: handsome, love, sweets (bc ya know,,, brownie boy things <3)

◌ SEUNGMIN

would regularly spend hours and hours doing research on trans rights, different forms of transitioning, other people’s perspectives (both in his position and yours), etc

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if he posted some questions on a website like reddit or quora or something from time to time SJDK (but eventually he’d be much more comfortable asking you directly, especially since he knows not every person is the same)

he really just wants to make sure he understands how you feel to the best of his ability in order to best care for you !!!

VERY VERY diligent if he has to adjust to new pronouns. would practice that shit like it’s his JOB.

i think he’d just be very scared of screwing something up, which you might have to console him about from time to time.

you know he’s trying his best to a.) not make this about himself and b.) do everything in his power to support you

sorta similarly to changbin, i think he’d be nice to have around if you’re ever on your period !! overall, this boy would do his RESEARCH

potential pet names: baby, mister (for some playful sarcasm), bear (or baby bear, honey bear, etc.)

◌ JEONGIN

if you’re ever feeling dysphoric, depressed, anxious, or generally not the best, he will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to cheer you up.

you: :(

jeongin: “ok fine you have permission to poke my cheeks all day”

you: :D

jeongin: :D

is also very similar to changbin !!!!! he’ll very dramatically give up on a task that requires even the slightest bit of manliness just so you can do it for him…. because he’s laz- i mean thoughtful <33

ok picture something with me besties (and this is quite random so bear with me):

he buys you cologne. cute !! very sweet of him yes <3 …...but the Backstory-

he had No idea what kind to get, so he went to the store and tried on like 10 different kinds until he realized he could just swatch them on a piece of paper so now he’s covered in cologne and he buys the one he thought was his favorite but he comes home to realize it was the WRONG ONE so he has to go back to the store and test them all again until he finds the one

..all just so he could surprise you & make you feel more masculine :’)

anyways LONG STORY SHORT: innie best boy :D

potential pet names: bun (in reference to bread, of course. you must match.), handsome, sexy (BUT ONLY IF YOU SAY IT RIGHT BACK !!!!!! sexy loaf boyfriends aw <3)

tags: @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @kisskissbanggang, @mr-jisung-main, @childofthecosmos, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @sunshine-skz, @vera-liscious, @thatrandomoneinthecorner, @cyberskz​, @seungminsaidsta, @somethingrandomworld, @ethan806 ( join my tag list !! )

©️ cotccotc 2021 ~ all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[dr-lokidottir]

Idk how to word this so please bear with me, but I'm an ex-Jehovah's Witness (stopped that over a year ago, now, as it was damaging and not what I wanted) who has been looking into Paganism in recent weeks. I initially got into Norse Mythology because of Marvel, and I found comfort in Marvel's version Loki's character, as I could relate to them a lot. Since then I've done research into Loki outside of Marvel, and I still find comfort in Them. The only issue is that I feel really scared to reach out (I have tried before and because I wasn't in a good head space, I don't know what to think of how I interpreted things), and even guilty. My anxieties and insecurities make me worry They hate me, or They wouldn't want to even deal with someone like myself. This isn't helped by the fact I have a rocky past with being a good person, and I worry that has had an impact on how Gods view me full stop.. I'm sorry, this is a lot, but do you have any advice on how I can start or where to go from here?

Hey love, please don't worry if "it's too much". I'm a here to hear you and help you. Thanks for being so brave for speaking for yourself, expressing your feelings and asking for help ♥️.

Many times when we are in a bad emotional and physical state, our mind plays a very dirty game, I say this from experience because it happened to me! Not with Loki but when I was trying with other Deities. In time I realized that it was a scenario created by my anxiety, panic attacks and influenced by my Post Traumatic Stress.

When I started working with Loki everything was extremely different.

What do I mean by this?

Don't feel guilty. You don't control what the mind can do to you. We can't control if we have an anxiety attack or how stable we are, so please don't feel guilty. It's not your fault! It's valid that it happened but it's not your fault. We've all been there 💖. Our mind plays dirty with us and that is not your fault, and when we are initiating in paganism, we can fall prey to the fear that social networks have instilled. It is normal and valid, you are not guilty.

The Gods do NOT hate you. It's very hard for that to happen, and VERY difficult. It's even hard for them to be angry, it's even harder for them to hate you. Much less Loki. Loki is a protective God and is also known as the God of Fatherhood, he could never hate you. He hates people who harm others to the point of creating trauma, but not people who have problems with their mental health, quite the opposite! I'm just working on a post where I talk about Loki being just the God of mental health, etc. The Gods are NEVER going to hate you, much less for having trouble dealing with your mental health. Contrary to what many myths say (that they were originally created even as entertainment, like Percy Jackson, etc), they are loving, patient beings who can even help you in process. Gods are NOT evil.

About if you're not sure they'd like to "deal with someone like you," let me tell you with all the love in the world that that's just your anxiety talking. You're fine, there's nothing wrong with you, and if there were, they'd still want to work with you.

Only the gods and you know your past, but I can assure you that they love you. Remember that what your mind says when you are afraid and anxious is a lie, and that your opinion or feeling at the moment is not necessarily what your Gods think or feel about you. They are there to listen to you and help you.

I highly recommend that if you don't go to counseling, you do! It helped me a lot when I was starting out and didn't understand anything and was prey to fear. Journaling helps a lot to communicate with the Gods and let them know how you feel.

Clicking here you can find a lot of information on the subject and experiences similar to yours that can help you!

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Also I highly recommend a blog about positive spirituality is @berry-buns ✨ He has this amazing post (and maybe even more!) thank can help u a lot! Also @screeching-0wl 💓✨ they are both amazing. Also @crazycatsiren, @thepastelpriestess, @theoi-crow and for specific Lokean stuff @lokeanwelcomingcommittee 💕

I found blogs about pagan positivity for you 💖.

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