#don't come at me the awkwardness level is high for both because they get so stupid sometimes

[tervaneula]

This template has been in my folders for I-don't-even-know-how-long, I was looking for some refs but found this instead and decided to finally fill it up. I could also do this for the heir and the ronin AU but their current situation is too complicated for me to be able to think about their future hahajhjshdjs

Original under the cut!

[jweekgoji]

can i please.. request more of sentinel prime tfone… 🙏🙏 starved actually.. i LOVED ur fic..

TFO!Sentinel/High guard!Reader/Starscream [NSFW]

tw: pre-TFO, advisor!Sentinel (still a huge dick here as usual!), leader of the high guard!Starscream, possessive behavior, threesome, doggy style, gn!reader but they have a valve, PiV, blowjob. word count: ~1200 i wanted to post other fic i did before, but plans changed so yeah....i would sleep less but at least i made a sex fic with hot alien robots! anon, you asked for Sentinel but you also get Starscream as a gift :р

The fact that Starscream and Sentinel knew each other, at least to a level where one felt comfortable enough to mock the poor seeker while the other wants the false Prime dead...it just never leaves my thoughts. I wonder, how was their relationship before the fall of Primes? Before Sentinel became the self-proclaimed leader of Iacon?

As one of the high guards and protectors of Iacon, you always find yourself tied to Primes. As one of their loyal warriors, you are ready to defend your home against Quintessons in a sparkbeat. It is your duty, after all.

Your remarkable loyalty is one of the things that caught the attention of Starscream, at first. Attentive, obedient to the orders, respectful, what more could a commander dream of? You eventually find yourself right next to Starscream most of the time, during your shared missions.

But it seems a certain advisor of your well-beloved Primes just can't help but force himself between the two of you whenever he has a chance. It's hard to tell if Sentinel does this just to mess with a seeker, or was it a glimpse of jealousy you see in those pretty blue optics?

It wasn't really bothering you, really, most of the time, Sentinel was a nice company to kill some time with, even though you had to deal with grumpy Starscream on your back by the end of it. Be ready for him and his not so subtle, loud expression of dissatisfaction about it. If you had any idea what a parrot is, he would have reminded you of one.

“Can't you see that this fool is slacking off his duty just to come here and annoy me—no, us!?” he walks from one side, to another, a deep frown on the seeker's face, as he tries to control his anger.

“Yes, I can see that, Starscream,” you reply with a usual calmness, which, for some reason, just annoys him even more, as he gives you a glare.

“No you don't understand!” ...aaand here he goes again.

Regardless of the rivalry between the two bots, which mostly looks like a one-sided competitiveness from Starscream's side, you all have to work together, as one. That's why you can't just tell your Primes that your commander is a pain in the aft, because their advisor is apparently trying to drive their high guard's leader to nuts! What a day, huh? Imagine putting up with this for cycles. The idea of being able to live for millions of years doesn't sound so good now...

Sentinel tends to act in a more subtle way. The way he always makes sure to walk past you, flashing you a pearly white smile of his whenever he can, or maybe cracking some jokes, that would make both of you laugh. You barely even notice how he lays his servo on your shoulder, the act is so casual and yet, can't help but gain another hiss from Starscream, mumbling another curse towards the mech under his nose.

If you want two bots to start cooperating, make them share. Even though deep inside, they're all too greedy to do so. You can't exactly say that this is...what you quietly pleaded with Primus for. Not in a way like this, at least.

Finding yourself between the two mechs was overwhelming, suffocating, even. The proximity you find yourself in makes you shiver, your knees and arms hurting and slightly shaking, as you're positioned on all fours. Not to mention, that the position is more than just awkward.

“Now, now, can't you lower that squeaky voice of yours? Even our friend over here can't handle it,” Sentinel says, a voice hiding mockery by the image of concern, his servo encouragingly pets the top of your helm.

You can hear Starscream huff in return, his own pair of servos tightening around your waist, tugging you a little closer to him. Despite the situation, where the two were supposed to share, Starscream still keeps being a brat about it, you were his first, right? His comrade first, his subordinate, his, his, his— Why should he share with Sentinel, of all bots?

“You should shut your mouth before I slap it off your fragging...”

The way your valve clench around the seeker's spike makes him let out a strangled moan in pleasure, words dying on the tip of his glossa before he even has a chance to finish them, which only gains a cocky smirk on Sentinel's face.

“You're doing so good, sweetspark, you should see his face now,” Sentinel says lowly, his optics focused on your face. “He's speechless.”

Can he really blame Starscream for wanting to keep you all to himself? When you take him so, so well, swirling your glossa around the tip and making those cute little sounds, whenever he forces your head down his spike? You can feel his spike twitch in your mouth, leaking droplets of translfuid, and a short after - receiving a groan from the mech.

Does it really take all of this just to get some peaceful and quiet moments with you three? For both of them to finally shut their mouths and concentrate on more important things to do right now? Not like you're totally against it, though.

The way they're both, panting and overheating mess right now, squeezing, holding, and caressing every smooth part of your armor makes you arch your back into the touch, wanting..no, begging for more. Starscream is more than happy to serve, his hips snapping back and forth, driving his spike deeper inside you.

If the circumstances were different, he would have held you closer, pressed tightly against his chassis, with his servos around your waist and his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Would you like that? Be this close with him? Or you're just doing that because that blue moron is with you now? Starscream might annoy you with his constant complaints about this and that, but you certainly love him more. Are you? Please don't make him this desperate.

You feel Starscream's servos gripping your thighs harder, the feeling of your walls practically squeezing his spike makes his urge to overload right now almost unbearable. Almost, almost there, you can tell this by the way his optics are half lidded, and he bites his lip so hard, just to keep his own needy noises hidden. It would kill him to let Sentinel hear him this pathetic just from a quick fuck in one of the abandoned rooms.

If only the poor seeker had any idea how much of a desperate mech himself Sentinel is right now. His spike is pulsating and jerking more frequently with each passing second. Unlike Starscream, Sentinel would make sure the other mech heard everything. The soft “keep going”, “just like that”, or a “taking us so, so good, sweetspark” constantly heard from him. He likes how good your mouth feels around him, making him buck his hips into the feeling, he also likes how good his own voice sounds (he's a self-centered bastard, what do you expect?), but he likes it even more watching the other mech in such a state. If every time he toys with and teases the leader of the high guard, he ends up in a situation like this...Sentinel would love to keep this up.

[thistlerock]

Okay Fantasy High webtoon. I fuck w/ you. (I've read the three free eps so far so this is only about those.)

It made me laugh a few times and I generally found it pleasant, and even if there's some design choices I don't super agree with the art IS very charming. I also enjoyed the composition a lot it's just nice to look at. I can't super tell if I'd be as into this if I was a new fan coming in or of I'm just excited because I love Fantasy High (gonna have my girlfriend tell me /hj) but I personally really liked it :)

Minor lore differences I noticed is that Penny went missing quite recently? When originally she'd been missing for the longest iirc? Also Torek was already AT Agueford with the skater dwarves rather than being a middle schooler at this point. Ultimately neither of these should affect the plot much just noticed that.

Speaking of plot, I like that we follow Riz!! He's really fun and being focused on the character focused on the mystery is probably the most useful for a comic (though I'm assuming we'll eventually also follow the other Bad Kids more like with the Fabian and Adaine cutaways and I'm also looking forward to that). I was initially a little put off by the fact we skip everyone but Riz's introductions, but it would have been awkward in comic form to give everyone a turn like in actual play, and I think they handled it nicely and the characterisation in their respective first scenes is still clear and good. So far we haven't seen much of Adaine but I assume we're gonna get more about her (and Fig, and Kristen — though Kristen's whole deal is already pretty clear with just one scene, lmao) in later chapters.

My one gripe that I think is worth mentioning here so far is that I kind of hoped Penny and Sam would look closer to their The Seven designs! But I also understand that those are more complex than their original ones, and they shouldn't look like main characters or whatever. Just personally kinda awe-ed at it.

Other super minor changes include Kristen and Gorgug instant bestism?? Hello? Give me more. Also Gorgug and Fabian's fight was slightly more elaborate I think? Which was cool! (Reminds me that I'm curios to see how combat is portrayed, seems fun.) Though I will mourn the loss of "hey you seem pretty non-violent-" "I got into a rage."

A less minor change is that Gorgug made the tin flower himself? I think his mum just gave it to him originally. I'm gonna assume he doesn't start out multiclassing that'd be kinda insane (though I also find it interesting that in this format you don't technically have to tell us what level they are. And I'm curious to see how faithful to dnd mechanics this is gonna be. Personally I think it'd be fun to be very meta or not meta at all, but weird in-betweens tend to be awkward.), but it's cool he already tinkers. Maybe he becomes an artificer sooner in this? Or this is just setting up his eventual genius in building that cell tower or something similar? Idk. It's just nice to see him do the thing his parents also do. I also enjoy how Riz got detention in this version because it's delightfully cringe and gave me second hand embarrassment however I do find it interesting that this doesn't set up Ostentatia? Are we gonna meet her later or are we not gonna know her when she gets plot relevant? I could also see her and Fig having an interaction instead but idk, we'll see.

In general I'm curious as to how the plot is going to progress, because I think comic form makes it both easier to set up and follow and harder to make entertaining. Also there's a lot of dice motifs in the promotional art, do rolls ever get portrayed or is that for the aesthetic? If you read ahead already don't tell me I wanna find out myself lol.

So yeah my overall opinion is that I like it so far. Pleasantly surprised! It was really awesome to see all my favourite little guys repeatedly drawn, especially Ragh. If you know me you know I got so excited over Ragh aha. He's going through it right now but soon,,,soon he'll be perfect.

Anyway. Here's my favourite panels that I just HAD to screenshot and send to my friends on discord (or well some. Tumblr mobile has a ten image limit. I sent them about half the damn webtoon.)

Special shoutout to this one. How dare you do this to me. So sick and twisted.

ALSO WAS ZAYN ALWAYS SO. LIKE THIS??? WHO IS THIS TWINK. WHY IS HE STRUTTING. WHAT IS THAT BACK BEND INSTEAD OF TURNING AROUND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. WHY IS HE WEARING LOW JEANS AND A BODYSUIT IN SCHOOL. CAN YOU HAVE SLUTTY HIP CUT OUTS IN SCHOOL I CANT?? (Obsessed w/ him)

I wrote this between four and five am after starting the webtoon at like. Three thirty. Any spelling mistakes are because I'm tired and not because I can't read Ragh style, I prommy. (Ragh is just dyslexic. Randomly placed headcanon, or whatever.)

[danieyells]

Hi Danie! Which TKDB ghouls do you think loves/cares for the PC most?

Hello hello! At this juncture I would say it's probably Jin and Kaito--Rui, Alan, Luca, and Towa are close behind though.

Jin offers up all that money for the laurel crown--somerhing he has no reason to care about, thus making his concern the PC's safety and the Kyklos being taken down. He tells Tohma that it's annoying when she walks on eggshells around him. When he gets sick and she comes by to give him things, he wants to put his head on her lap and dozes off. I think he's very attached to her and cares about her quite a bit. He's allowed himself to be vulnerable around her after all.

Tohma cares both because she's basically got a terminal illness and he cares a lot about health as evident in his home screen lines and because she's useful for furthering his goals.

Kaito desperately wants to return to the normal life of no anomalies he had before going to Darkwick--the PC sort of represents that goal for him, I think. Especially since she's one of very few girls to pay attention to him. Kaito faces his fears for her and wants to be her knight in shining armor though. Arguably he seems to react that way to most girls, but she's the only one that's actually his friend at this point. He cares for that she can go back to normal too, and is one of the ones who will sincerely point out 'she's normal, she's not cut out for this stuff.'

Luca cares a lot but he's very focused on his goal of subjugating demons and finding his brother and I have to dock points because of how much he tends to defend everyone in general. It's less for her and more just something he does. I do think he cares for her a lot though.

Rui definitely worries over her a ton, but part of that worry is just how he treats women in general. . .he is worried about her and I think he cares for her a great deal, but I think his curse really gets in his way of expressing it and trying to help and getting close to her as a friend. If he ever overcomes that fear he'd probably be in the main list.

Alan cares a lot about her I can already tell but I also think he cares a lot about everyone in his own quiet way. But I also don't think he's going the same lengths as others to be close to her as a friend or like try and pursue the Kyklos for her y'know? He's very proactive about work but it doesn't seem like he's on the hunt for a cure or anything. Of course it could be very offscreen and very. Shy in his awkward shy way. He definitely cares a lot about her though.

Haru also cares but I think in terms of priority the animals will always come first for him lol

Towa definitely loves her but he's also kind of only just learning about love? Towa loves her but he's also very careless about her wellbeing--but he's the same way with Haru too. In terms of loving her he's high, but caring about her less so y'know? Very "I'd sell your soul to Satan for one corn chip" energy with Towa--and at present she's definitely not Haru levels of love for him so. Doesn't love her that much yet!

That's probably everyone. Arguably I should include Haku but I'm on the fence about him and his honest feelings y'know? Given his 'I wish you would forget about me' line I think he does care a lot. . .but if it means furthering his goals she'll take a backseat and she can get hurt and remorse would be limited.

Hopefully that's comprehensible, anon! I'm like dozing off on and off so I'm not sure I'm making all the sense yet lmao

[roseareeh]

Can I have a fic where reader is pregnant by her ex and Robin is the mother who stepped up?

Teen Pregnancy Series | Robin Buckley x Reader

Notes: Of course! I had so much fun writing this. I don't think the ending is quite what you imagined, but I like happy endings way too much. I hope you enjoy it regardless :)

Warnings: None, I think

Word Count: 3.8k

You really didn't know who else to turn to. Unfortunately, nothing was more important to you than your social status, and if you were to talk about it with any of your friends that would be ruined. It already took a blow after your ex-boyfriend Chance dumped you, but that was bearable. Being pregnant would be your ruin.

"Hey, do you have some time to talk?", you asked Robin who stood behind the counter of the video store she worked at. Robin wasn't particularly a close friend, but you considered her a friend since the band kids and cheer squad were close enough. Plus, you two worked on a good amount of presentations in middle school and high school, and it always went well. Plus, you had a ton of fun together once the work was finished. "Uuuh...sure, yeah. Steve? Steve!" She yelled for her coworker and friend Steve Harrington to take over before taking you to the back.

"What's up?" You were both sitting on a very ragged couch that was for the staff to take their breaks on. "I don't really know how to say it, so I'll just show you." You took three positive pregnancy tests in a ziploc bag out of your pocket and put in on the cushion between you two. "Wow, oh...okay.", Robin stuttered. She was really bad in social situations to begin with, so this was a whole other level. "Does, uh...Chase know?" She then continued to ask. You shook your head no. "He's the last one I wanted to tell. He wasn't exactly kind when he broke up with me, so this will be worse."

"Why'd he break up anyways?", Robin asked, now curious. News spread through the school like a wildfire, but the reason as to why was kept hidden. "Robin, you're going to think I'm an awful person, but I promise I had a good reason." As much as Robin hated to admit it, she loved hearing gossip even if she didn't want to be included in the actual drama going on. "He was kind of...a casualty to get popular.", you admitted. "And he found out I was only with him for popularity, but I promise Robin, that was a lie and I used it to cover a better reason." The confusion was written on her face as she pieced together the information. "Wait...what?", she finally asked. After a deep breath in, swallowing down tears, you started explaining. "I got together with Chase to cover up a secret. But I also kind of did it to gain more popularity, even though that wasn't my ulterior motive. But he thinks I only did it for popularity, which is why he broke up." Her face showed that she had a hard time processing the information you were giving her, but after a while it seemed to make sense in some way. "Sooo...what can I do for you?"

"I...don't really know. Just needed to talk to someone I guess...I couldn't even tell my parents yet..." She thought about her next words for a while. "Maybe I can...come with? If you want?" It was clear that it would he an absolutely awkward moment for her, but she truly wanted to be there for you. And in all reality, she's had a minor crush on you since middle school, so this also seemed like a selfish but working way to get to know you more. "That would actually be nice...although I should probably see a doctor before, because they'll think it's a prank otherwise."

"Then we'll do that. I'll come with."

"Really?", you asked. That was too much to ask for, but Robin seemed determined. "Yeah, I'll come with and we'll look at the..." She did her best to find the right word. "Baby inside you. Whenever your appointments is."

"Thank you, Robin. That's really sweet of you." And that rung in her ears for the rest of the week.

"There's the head...and the feet..." your gynecologist showed you on the ultrasound. "And here's the hands. Very normal for five months." Your eyes went wide in shock. "Five months?!" Robin and you shared a look that read the exact same thought: How the hell could you not have known for four months?

"What, I mean...how? I had my period and everything, and my stomach is still flat as ever." She gave you tissue to clean your stomach from the jelly with while explaining. "There can be many reasons. If you've had irregular periods or take birth controll pills, it can go unnoticed. Especially with your first pregnancy, since you don't know what it feels like to be pregnant. And to not showing, that's not uncommon too and has many reasons." She typed on her computer a bit and you heard a printer going on. "Listen, you're still young. At five months, there's nothing anyone could do to help you out of it. But I can provide you with resources for help." You nodded your head while silently pulling your pants back up. "Thank you.", you said to her before leaving the doctors office with Robin and your sonogram in hand.

"I'm so screwed.", you mumbled after both car doors were closed. "I have four months to prepare for a whole baby. I'm so fucked, Robin." You started chewing your bottom lip, a bad habit you always had when you were anxious. "Stop that.", Robin said with a light tap to your chin. "I'm not the most optimistic person, maybe even very pessimistic sometimes." Robin quickly realized that this wasn't helping. "But it's gonna be fine. I have a feeling. Trust me."

Against all odds, it was fine. While your parents were shocked, they saw your tears, how lost you were, that you had to go this by yourself. All they saw was their little girl who needed her parents.

"Thank you so much, Robin.", you mother told her while pulling her into a very sudden hug. "Truthfully, I'm so glad she has you. You're an angel." You stood by the door, carkeys in hand waiting for your mother to finish. Since Robin didn't have a car or a licence, you told her you'd drop her off at home. "Mom.", you said in an slightly embarrassed tone. Eventually, you did her Robin into your car and started it.

"I'm so sorry about her, she does that sometimes." But your friend just laughed. "It's fine. I'm really happy that they were so nice about it." Her house wasn't far from yours, so the drive only took five minutes. "If you need help with anything else, I'm always here. Like, with the nursery. We can make such a good nursery for whatever your baby will be. I might not look like it, but I'm really, really good with decorations." She went on and on about how she could make the perfect nursery with you, but you felt bad. That secret you've been keeping would be a reason for her to stay away from you, or even gossip about it. But she deserves to know before getting too involved with you and your baby. Meanwhile Robin, she was feeling ecstatic about being so close to you right now. Not just on a physical level, but mentally too. She went to see your baby with you for the first time, told your parents, and now you're making plans about a nursery. Like a real couple would.

"Robin, I have to admit something.", you said as you parked outside her house. Her head turned towards you. "I'm only telling you this because it would be unfair for you to get too involved in all of this without knowing. And since I'll be an outcast anyways, it doesn't really matter if people know anyways." After a deep breath in, you started explaining: "The secret I was trying to cover up with Chase is that...I-I don't actually like guys...you know, that way." It was music to Robins ears. In fact, it was so great that she started grinning.

"We're in the same boat, (Y/N)."

"No Steve, you don't understand.", Robin went on. "She's involving me like a stepmom. We talked about baby names and that she wants me there when she finds out the gender." She hasn't stopped talking about you to Steve ever since you told her you like girls. He kept telling her to just ask you out, but she insisted that it might ruin the friendship if you didn't like her back. Robin was so deep in her vent that she didn't realise that you walked through the door.

"She took you shopping for maternity clothes and had you in the changing room with her. In which universe is that not a clear sign?", Steve said to her in a slightly aggravated tone. "If I tell her I like her, I might ruin everything. And she needs someone to help her with the baby!", Robin argued back. By now, you were standing behind the counter with Robins back turned to you. "A girlfriend would be even better for the baby.", you said shamelessly. Robin turned around and looked at you in horror. "Where did you come from?" was the only thing she could get out. You laughed a bit. "I would love to go out with you. If you're fine with a baby being part of the deal."

Robin ran around the counter and pulled you into a hug. You did have a slight bump at this point, but not big enough to be too much apart from you.

"Yes, absolutely! There's nothing I would love more than that!

"You just...tell him.", Robin suggested while brainstorming ideas on how to finally tell Chase. "Helpfull.", you commented while resting the back of your head against your carseat. "Well, what do you want me to say? Because realistically, there isn't really another way to do it. He's not happy with you right now, and I doubt he ever will be. Plus, you said you have nothing to loose anymore, so you might as well take the blow now." You knew Robin was right. "Alright, let's go."

She stayed with you when you walked up to Chase. For once, he was alone by his locker. But he quickly closed it and tried to walk off once he saw you. "Chase, please, just a minute.", you pleaded as you caught up to him and held him by the arm. "What?", he asked in an aggravated tone. "I don't expect anything from you, but I'm pregnant.", you blurted out. He remained quiet and starred at you for a good minute before speaking again.

"How far?"

"6 months."

"You kept that from me for 6 months?", he asked in disbelief. "No, Chase, I didn't find out until a month ago.", you defended yourself. He scoffed a bit. "I can't even believe you that it's mine.", he said before walking off.

"Well, that was something.", Robin said. You nodded your head. Although this went better than expected; you were sure he was gonna yell at you. "Come on, let's go.", you said before walking to class with Robin.

"Hold still.", you said to her as you smeared a face mask on her face. Robin kept making faces at the unknown feeling of the white paste on her face. "Why is it so cold?", she asked, getting some paste on her lips on the process. "Robin.", you said while swiping your thumb across her lower lip to clean it. Your baby bump came fast, and it was big at this point. Bending over to apply the mask was hard enough, having to fix it was even harder. "Sorry.", she whispered once you were finished. "For someone who uses chapstick once every 3 months, you have really soft lips.", you said while leaning back to give your hips and back a break. Truthfully, it was just an absentminded comment, but it made Robin impulsive. She leaned forward and put her lips on yours. A bold move on her end, but you two have not spend a day apart since you said you want to take her out. Kissing you was ought to happen. And you thought the same, so you happily kissed her back.

Once you two parted lips, Robin and you both started laughing; she did because her face mask was all over your nose, chin and side of your lips, and you because those parts came off of her mask and made her look funny. Robin used a wet whipe to carefully fix your face. The whipe landed in the small trashcan next to your bed and since Robin was already leaning foward, she took the chance to take your hands.

"Sooo, are we like...uh...you know..."

"Girlfriends? If you want to." You smiled at her and let your thumbs run across the back of her hands. "I absolutely want to. I've actually had this massive crush on you in middle school, but then it kinda got less but it really came back lately, and there's really nothing more I want than being your girlfriend." She always talked so much once she started, and you loved it. "I'd kiss you again, but you've got something on your face.", you giggled.

"Whipe it off then."

You couldn't tell anyone that both of you were together. Not your parents, not your friends, nobody. Only Steve was made aware, and he was ecstatic for the both of you. Everyone else was told that you two were just best friends who'll be raising the baby together. And for safety reasons, you liked it that way. Besides, nobody needed to know what went on behind closed doors.

"Would you like to find out the gender?", your OBGYN asked you. "Yes, please.", you said with a smile. The initial fear was gone, the nervousness because now it was all replaced with excitement. Robin was gonna be the child's mother with you. "Alright, so you see here." She pointed at the screen. "There's a penis, so it's going to be a boy." Robin and you grinned at each other. "We're having a boy!", Robin squeaked with excitement, which earned a weird look from your doctor. You hastily said your excuse. "She's my best friend, and helping me raise him since the father isn't in the picture." Her face went from confused to smiling. "That's very nice of you.", she said to Robin.

Once in the car, Robin looked a bit concerned. "What's wrong, honey?", you asked her. "Can he still call me mom if everyone thinks we're just best friends?" You haven't thought that far, but there really only was one simple reply. "He'll call me mom and you mama. Sounds good?" Her face turned into a wide grin.

"Yeah, that's good."

"Winnie Pooh wouldn't have been my first choice, but you really made it work.", you told Robin as both of you looked at the finished nursery. Your girlfriend moved in with you at your parents house, under the disguise of her wanting to help, and your fathers office was turned into a nursery. He happily gave it up for his grandson. Plus, Robin was allowed to move into your bedroom with you. Your mother didn't even catch suspicions at you two being okay with sharing a bed, since best friends did that all the time anyways.

"I loved that weird little nudist bear as a child. I think he'll love it, too.", she said with a smile. Robin put her hands on your bump and felt small kicks. "See? He likes it." Both of you laughed and, since the door was closed, shared a quick kiss. "I'm really tired now, though." Both of you walked into your bedroom and laid down on the bed for a nap. Even though Robin didn't fall asleep, she kept you company until you woke up again.

"Okay, Steve, listen.", you said to him while he was sorting movies. "(Y/N), I have to work.", he told you. "It's your least bussiest day, get a grip.", you replied. Ever since you and Robin graduated, you had all the time in the world. "Okay, so, Matthew."

"No."

"Vincent."

"We're in the 80s, not the 1800's."

"Ocean."

"What?", he gave you a confused look that made you laugh. "That was on there to see your face, Dingus.", Robin said with a small laugh. "Rowan?", you asked Steve. He didn't seem to be hating that one. "We're mostly between Rowan and Nicolas.", your girlfriend explained. "Rowan? Is he, what, a wizard?", Steve joked. "Nicolas sounds good." He turned to Robin. "Finally a good decision." She rolled her eyes at him.

"(Y/N) was a good decision."

"Alright, yeah, I'll take that."

You laughed at their antics until there was a sharp pain in your abdomen. "Fuck...", you groaned. Both turned their head to you as you leaned against the counter. "Hey, what's wrong?", Robin asked in a panicked tone. You took a deep breath in and out before being able to reply. "I think he really likes his name and doesn't want to wait." Robin did freak out as much as you'd imagine she would.

"Steve, you need to drive us!", she yelled at her best friend. He hastily got his keys and rushed both of you out of the store. "Come on, let's go!", he said while unlocking the car. Robin got in the backseat with you while Steve started the car. She barely closed the doors when he started rushing to the hospital.

"He's so tiny. Why is he so tiny?", Robin asked with some tears in her eyes as she held your son Nicolas. He's two days old already, but she couldn't help but tear uo every time he was in her arms. "All babies are tiny.", you said with a small laugh. Admittedly, Robin never held a baby before. She was an only child, and her family lived too far away to visit when her cousins were still babies. "But he's extra tiny.", she cooed.

"18 inches is typical, honey."

Robin never looked this happy. The love in her eyes was unmatched. She cherished him as he snored in her arms. The moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Steve walking in. "Hey.", he greeted with a smile on his face. One of his hands held flowers while the other held a small box. "Hey Steve.", you said quietly, smiling as well. He walked over to your bed and put the flowers in a vase. "I got these for you, but I didn't know which ones you liked most." You were still smiling. "Thank you, Steve. They're beautiful."

"And I got this for Nicolas. Again, I didn't know what he'd like.", he joked. It made you and your girlfriend laugh a bit. "Maybe you wanna hold him while Robin opens it?", you asked him. Steve loves babies, you knew that, and you knew that he wants six of them. "I'd love to.", he replied. Robin made him sit down and showed him how to properly hold Nicolas. "He's tiny.", Steve commented.

"That's what I said.", Robin agreed with a small laugh. She took the small box from your nightstand and opened it. "It's adorable.", she said with a grin before taking it out of the box. It was a Winnie Pooh rattle. "That's so thoughtful, Steve.", you said with a grin. Meanwhile, Nicolas was waking up in Steve's arms. He had beautiful, big dark brown eyes that looked up at Steve. Something inside him made him very emotional.

"It's unfortunate I can't ask my girlfriend for a baby yet.", he commented. Robin and you shared a look.

"Girlfriend?"

Nicolas was fast asleep on top of Robin from swimming all day. Your four-year old was so hyped for the trip to the Hawkins swimming pool and even packed his bag by himself. After hours of action, he asked his mama for a cuddle just to fall asleep on top of her. And Robin being herself was now sleeping as well. You were packing up towels and toys when you noticed someone approaching.

"(Y/N)?", Chance said.

You looked up at your ex-boyfriend through your sunglasses. "Hey.", you said. His eyes wandered over to your girlfriend and son, especially your son. "He looks like me."

"I know.", you said. "I didn't lie." Chance looked back at you with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I should've been there." You made space for him next to you. "Come on. They sleep for forever, we can talk." You could see it in his eyes, he really needed this. There was just...something. Something he needed to tell you.

"I know why you did it.", he said. "It's clear to me now." You felt panic raise inside you. Robin and you did such a good job at convincing everyone that you two were just best friends raising a child. You barely even kissed in front of Nicolas so he couldn't tell his classmates. And now your ex figured it all out?

"(Y/N), I figured it out because I'm like you." Your eyes went wide in surprise. "But with boys.", you whispered. He nodded his head. "Me and Andy. You remember Andy?" How could you not? He was a dick

"We're moving in together next month. It's better there for us." You smiled at him, happy that he was so open and honest. But it still raised a question. "You never loved me?"

"I thought I did. But I realised I just really liked hanging out with you, more than anyone else." That made you happy, even though you still felt bad for using him. Even though he understood, it wasn't right. "I don't expect anything from you.", Chase said, unintentionally quoting you from five years ago. "But I'd like to be in your life again. And..."

"Nicolas."

"And Nicolas life."

You looked over at your sleeping girlfriend and son. The three of you, despite the challenges, had a peaceful life. Would suddenly involving Nico's bio dad ruin it for him? "I'll talk about it with Robin. But the two of us can always hang out." You looked through your bag for a notebook, where you messily wrote down your landline number. "Here. Call me tomorrow and I'll have an answer for you." He happily took the piece of paper from you. "Thank you.", he said with a smile.

"Come on, Nico!", you yelled from the bleachers as your son took the final shot to bring Hawkins to victory. His team made it to the finals, and if they won today they'll win the championship. He took the shot, landed and the entire gymnasium erupted into cheers. The first thing Nicolas did is run up to you, Robin and Chance for a group hug. "I'm so proud of you!", Chance said to his son. He was soon pulled away by his teammates to celebrate their victory.

"He's amazing.", Robin said before pulling you into a kiss. "Our son is amazing!"

And so did Robin.

She also hugged Chance. They became good friends over the past years, especially after she saw that Chance was doing an amazing job as being a father to Nico. Your son didn't start calling him dad, but he does say he's 'His Chance', and that's good enough for him. But most importantly: Nico has a good life.

[cccakessslicemeee]

I have some thoughts. Season 3 spoilers for fantasy high.

Thinking about Riz and his insane amount of stress. He probably needs someone to talk to but doesn't wanna talk to his mother because he can't stress her out. He needs to be fine. He needs to be totally okay in her eyes so he cannot talk to her. Gorthalax is an immediate no go. He's got a keep up appearances for the team and also he might say something to his mom and there's the whole thing about not trusting him when they first met. It just feels awkward. Jawbone is a hard no. He's radiating sunshine and solutions and just.. he's happy for Jawbone and glad he took the guidance counselor position seriously but uh... No. He's just too healthy and happy there's no fucking way he could relate to this guy and his batshit stories. No fucking thanks.

Sandra Lynn is cool but no. Fig and her mom have their shit to work out.

He's got the neck tie... He could talk to his dad that way...no. he can't he might be some super serious investigation. It's a tool for work he can't just go calling his dad whenever he wants to. That would be annoying probably. And show some serious lack of professionalism which they can't have.

Gilear is actually really level headed and in hell he did surprisingly well? Gilear might have a whole luck curse or whatever but he's easy to talk to and he would go spilling his guts about things like that. He'd be a safe bet if he wasn't already preoccupied with his new baby on the way. He can't ask Gilear to set aside his time for him to sneak in and just bullshit.

Besides he's fine..everyone else has much bigger problems than he does. He killed a shit ton of dragons so he totally fine.

He's cool.

I like to imagine he goes to visit his Dad's grave. It's a short one just to say hello at an appropriate time and place and not fuck up his Dad's missions.

Lydia is there off in the distance talking at the graves of her dead party. For awhile the pair don't notice one another but happen to leave at the same time and they are civil to one another. A friendly hello, how goes it.

Riz talks about Ragh winning another game with his team and Lydia is thrilled to recount that. She's so proud of him and the person he's become. She offers for Riz to come over and have [whatever wonderful food she's crafted] but Riz declines because he's gotta work on his clue board or whatever. Lydia hits him with a "You don't want to keep an old woman company? My son's away from home and everyone's out at work. Won't you just have coffee with me?"

And Riz is just too damn nice to not feel guilty. All this woman wants to do is eat up a little bit of his time and kill him with kindness.

They go to the manor and she makes coffee and they start to talk about nothing. Lydia loves shooting the breeze and Riz gets on one of his tangents about 'There might be a secret society of rats under the school but it's fine because they aren't malicious but it's weird because they have malls and yet they don't pay taxes so they might not have currency and use the bartering system but again it's weird because they said the word mall and not like store or whatever. "

"right right. That is weird. They are rats though so do think it's possible they just have a seed currency or berries? I wanna say cheese-"

"-because rodent?"

"yeah. That's why but cheese would be hard to acquire and not spoil? Or maybe they don't care about that because they are rats?" She shrugs.

"That's true they might not give a shit if it's moldy. They are rats they wouldn't have a means of knowing it's bad? Well regardless I agree cheese can't be a first pick for currency but most valuable?-"

Lydia fucking loves this, seeing this kid light up like a Christmas tree over his passions and he tells her everything. She might not always agree but she'll hear every word.

They probably end up meeting at the graveyard a lot because they both have someone there in the dirt. Or at least a stone dedicated to someone who should be in the dirt.

"Hey Lydia."

"Hello Riz...kiddo you alright? You're staring at that stone like someone's gonna pop right out of it."

"What? Really? I know he's...I know he can't come back."

"....." She has a battle within herself. Should she say anything? Who is she to have an opinion on anything? She's no guidance counselor and she definitely isn't Jawbone.

She hates the way she knows exactly how he feels about the grave. He's got a look, like he's expecting something to happen . She gets that. Maybe she can't help him but she won't rightly know unless she tries.

"Have you mourned your dad?" She tries to ask gently but how to say something like that without it cutting something?

Riz doesn't know how to answer that. Of course he has? Hasn't he?

Then again Dad was a stranger. A figure that popped in and out of his life so frequently he didn't know him, he knew of him because his mother painted such vivid and wonderful pictures of the man. Who tells a kid their father is a bastard? No one. And then he met his dad and they now work for the same agency...just plains apart. He didn't know his dad. Just because they talked in heaven doesn't really mean he knows his father. He knows he's loved and that's nice. Fantastic but he did most of the talking and he hardly knows how his father takes his coffee. He did most of the talking. Shit... Did he fuck up? Should he have asked more questions? Fuck.

"...My party has been dead for a couple years now. Well longer." Lydia starts. "In a world like ours people die all the time but the fucked up thing is that people don't always stay dead right? Usually you can revive them or have a cleric do that for you. Sure it's costly but people do come back. Sometimes. Usually. People- adventurers come back and have new scars right? I thought it was cool at one point to die and talk about the other plains. It was just another Tuesday. Anyone can die at any point but we got so used to it...we ya'know." She points to the gem in her chest.

"We did what we were supposed to and my party is gone. I think I beat the shit out of three different clerics one time because they told me they couldn't do dick about it. And then I found a fourth who also couldn't do anything and a fifth who was kind enough to explain the way it's supposed to work. If the body is badly fucked up they can't come back, if the heads gone it's a whole thing..." She has to stop talking to rub her eyes because it still feels like maybe she can do those things. Find a cleric she can bully into bringing her friends back. They can't, none of them can. But she can beat up on some assholes about it. No she can't. That's rude and uncalled for.

"It just really fucking sucks when you do everything right and nothing comes of it. I know you killed that dragon, I'm glad you did."

It does fucking suck. When Penny went missing he found her. When Fabian ran off in leviathan, he found him. When Kristen went missing after the unicorn killed her he went and found her. Or tried to and they did...When Adine was snatched by elves they went and found her. When he did the thing he was supposed to, Killing Kalvaxus, his dad didn't come back. No there was the thing with the night yorb and baron, ugh gods baron.

How was he supposed to mourn for someone he never knew?

He's gone? And yet not? Is he hopeful he can yank him back into the material? Gods please at least for graduation...

Would he even want to? Well yeah he would but...

"Will you come with me back to the manor? Nobody's home today. I'm sorry I think I really upset you and I didn't mean to. I'm not good at this this is Jawbones shtick." She says while rubbing at her eyes. "I'll make us some coffee huh? I have banana bread I made last night. Have a cup with me?"

"...yeah okay."

And they go back and do exactly that. Riz talks to her and really gets in the thick of his own issues. He never mourned his dad it fueled a lot of his reckless behaviors and still kind of does. It's not quite therapy but it helps.

[marlynnofmany]

Downhill Speed

You know what's a shame? Wasted potential.  Like this new place we were doing business, which was all swooping walkways and ramps — a spectacular opportunity for hoverboard fun, except for the fact that it would probably cause a massive diplomatic incident. The locals were an exceptionally stuffy and dignified species. I couldn't tell if they walked that slowly out of choice or necessity, though the planters full of edibles leaves every few yards felt like a clue. These guys were always chewing, as if they'd run out of the energy to move if they stopped.

I don't know. Maybe they were just like that for cultural reasons. But they kinda did look like koala-sloths in fancy robes. 

And as much as I wanted to find something with wheels or thrusters to ride whooping down the walkways, I didn't want to get our courier ship blacklisted from this sector of space. 

So I just waited patiently while Captain Sunlight worked out the details, and I helped Paint and Mur transfer the pile of small boxes from their hoversleds to ours. I didn't even comment on the inefficiency of all these small crates and multiple hoversleds when they could have had them strapped together in a pallet. Maybe the things came from multiple houses. Not my business. 

But then. One of the locals dropped a box.

It landed on a corner and cracked right open, to a chorus of horrified gasps, and its contents rolled out — a single glowy blue sphere, all sparkly and beautiful, the size of a bowling ball and just as fast. It gathered speed down the ramp while locals cried out helplessly. 

Well if that's not my cue, I don't know what is.

I jumped on a hoversled and flashed off after it, kicking madly to catch up. This was more awkward than I expected. I was out of practice — it had been a long time since I zipped between college classes on a proper board — and this was definitely not that. The little hoversled clearly wasn’t built for speed. It vibrated under me like it was panicking about the velocity we were going, and I couldn’t blame it.

This ramp was a pretty straight one so far, which was great, because I had no real way to steer. I’d kicked to a proper pace, and now I balanced with both feet planted and both arms out like an absolute amateur. But I didn’t want to tip over. I was closing in on the ball.

It made an ominous rumble along the floor.

It was just two yards away.

There was a corner coming up.

The ball was one yard away.

I crouched.

And I grabbed it, tucking it against my chest with one arm while I clutched the edge of the hoversled with the other, sitting down just before I slammed into the clear wall at the corner.

That was some painful skidding. I put my feet down to slow things further, which ended up spinning me around, dragging my feet behind me. But I didn’t drop the ball. And I probably didn’t get any friction burns through my sleeve, though I’d definitely have to check that later.

For now, I was busy sliding to a stop and taking a few deep breaths before standing up. As my blood stopped pounding in my ears quite so loudly, the realization trickled in that people were making a lot of noise around me.

Good noise? I think. Whew.

It took a second to be sure, but those were cheers of praise. Either this ball was an important holy item, or the stunt I’d pulled to catch it was just that impressive. Possibly both. I wouldn’t know until I got back up to the top, because there wasn’t anyone nearby to ask.

But they were hurrying down to meet me, as much as their species could be said to hurry. I found the height adjustment on the hoversled and raised it to where I could tow it without bending down, then started the long walk back up. I held the pretty blue sphere close.

When the koala-sloths met me in the middle, galloping with an undignified flapping of robes, they thanked me profusely for catching the high explosive before it leveled the place.

Multiple responses ran through my head.

I ended on “You might consider better packaging for it.”

They agreed, taking it from me (to my relief) and pulling the hoversled as well. By the time we reached the top, our entire crew was going to town with bubble wrap on the other boxes, and Captain Sunlight had arranged a significantly higher delivery fee.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[vertigoed]

seasons | satoru gojo

all your life, you’ve lied but satoru knew the truth.

summary: fem!reader x richboy!satoru, childhood bestfriends, satoru is an aspiring start up entrepreneur, reader is in established relationship with toji and in lawschool (reader aged 22, satoru 24)

your friendship with satoru was strictly platonic. this was what you'd swore to everyone throughout most of your life, like a mantra playing on a broken record. that the son of the famous architect was like your older brother and that you'd rather die than see him as a man.

when you first met him, you were only 8 and he had just turned 10. his parents had recently gotten divorced, resulting in a moody satoru moving in next door, with his mom who dressed fancy and smoked a lot.

you were an extroverted child, a bit nosey and always wanting to befriend every kid you encountered. satoru, however, was the opposite. he exuded an air of shyness and snobbishness, often wrinkling his pointed nose in disdain at the things he found unamusing.

you didn't let that bother you and always knocked at his door, asking his mother if the boy can come out and play.

initially, his mom would have to drag him out, but eventually he started to warm up to you. he started to share his candy without you having to plead and some days, he'd shyly knock at your door to ask you to play.

despite satoru being older, he'd often be seen shadowing your every move, akin to a lost puppy, listening to your childish demands and playing the games that you liked.

once his voice dropped, he stopped being so obedient and started to boss you around, which of course led to many childish arguments. when you started to wear padded bras, a noticeable change occurred in satoru's behavior. he became increasingly awkward, abruptly getting up and leaving if you'd touch him the wrong way or avoiding your eyes if you wore something a bit revealing.

high school was rough for the both of you. girls either hated your guts or befriended you to solely get close to satoru. while satoru had to deal with his class mates oggling at you in the hallways and constantly being asked if he's 'done it' yet.

"y/n!"

you lifted your head from your arms, frowning in annoyance as you were just about to drift off to sleep. you tiredly watch sakura stroll over to you with a pink box in her hand.

"i was just about to sleep," you rolled your eyes, resting your chin on your hand with heavy lids.

you were barely surviving with just four hours of sleep as you stayed up all night cramming for an exam. you were in no mood to deal with sakura, already knowing what she wanted from you.

"can you give this to gojo senpai?" she hummed, placing the box on your desk, "and maybe invite him to my birthday party? of course, you need to come too-"

"do it yourself," you buried your face into the crook of your arms, hoping she'll take the hint to leave.

"please," she began to whine, crouching down next to you so she was at face level. you felt her gently shake your shoulder, "i'm too scared and you're like super close to him. just say it's from me-"

"ask shoko or suguru," you snapped.

you hated that all the girls in your grade expected you to be satoru's postman. it was almost a daily occurrence where you'd find chocolates and letters at your desk with his name labelled on it.

but one thing you hated more was when they would personally come up to you for a favour and beg until you gave in.

"but they're older and scaryyy.. please y/n."

"fine!" you groaned, cutting her off as you were unable to tolerate her pitched voice, "let me at least sleep until lunch is over."

"yay you're the best! love you!”

you could hear the girl get up and walk away, sliding the door shut behind her and finally leaving you alone in the classroom.

"she's such a rude bitch sometimes," sakura's loud voice echoed into the hallway.

"she thinks she's top shit just because she's friends with gojo senpai. but seriously, she's just his lackey don't you think so?" you heard another voice chime in and the girls all burst into laughter.

"yeah, she probably does his homework for him and wipe his ass or something because there's no way someone like gojo senpai would want to hang out..."

you felt your blood boil with anger, not necessarily at sakura, but more towards satoru. it was infuriating that people saw you as nothing more than just gojo satoru’s friend. you were sick of school feeling like his kingdom and you were some sort of side character who’s main purpose is to deliver gifts for the almighty gojo.

you look at the box wrapped in baby pink wrapping paper with a blue bow placed on top. "i'm his lackey?" you bitterly muttered to yourself, ripping the paper off.

it was a box of nama royce chocolate. you scoffed at sakura's stupidity of gifting food that was meant to be refrigerated. you scoffed down the chocolates, leaving the wrapping paper on your desk so sakura would notice.

coincidentally, you spot satoru's white hair walking past the room with shoko. you angrily sculled back some water to wash the chocolate down, before stomping out to chase your friend.

"satoru!” you take an airy breath before calling out to him.

he spun at the sound of your voice with a bright grin, his eyes trailing to the box in your hands .

"yo! another present for me?" he greeted you, blue eyes glistening with excitement, "are those nama chocolates? are they still cold-"

you stomped over and shoved the empty box into his hands, "they were cold," you lied (they were room temperature) "and really fucking delicious."

"you ate it?" he looked surprised, slowly opening the box to see it bare and looked back up with disappointment, "but they're not meant for you to eat..."

"from now on, i'm going to take a cut of your presents," you narrowed your eyes before turning to shoko who seemed to be entertained by the little scene, "hey shoko-"

"wait why are you mad at me?" satoru cuts you off and much to his annoyance, your eyes remained firmly on his friend and not him.

"it's annoying right?" shoko linked her arm with you, ignoring the taller boy, "i know exactly how you feel. before you joined this school, i had to put up with the same bullshit."

"people think i'm his lackey," you sulked, letting the older girl walk you down and leaving a confused satoru behind, "and they all think they can use me to get close to him, i'm so over it!"

"i know, we overheard those girls talk.... it's infuriating but don't let it get to you," shoko gave you a sympathetic smile, giving your arm a small squeeze in reassurance, "seriously, i don't know why people put that dumb ass on a pedestal. he's got a pretty head but it's just an accessory with nothing inside."

you laughed a little too hard at shoko's roast.

"i can hear you guys talk shit aboout me! and shoko can you tell y/n that i stood up for her to those-"

"don't worry, we'll be graduating soon so you won't have to deal with him any longer at school," shoko flashed you a grin.

following his high school graduation, satoru moved into one of his father's apartments in ginza as it was closer to his university.

despite him no longer being your neighbor, your friendship remained resolute. you would go over to his apartment almost daily after school, where you'd have a study session, then force him to buy you dinner. thanks to satoru's help, you graduated with grades good enough to get into law school.

things started to get rocky when you got into your first serious relationship at the age of 20.

the moment satoru somehow found out that your boyfriend was 37 with two kids, he lost his shit. he showed up to your door with an expression so dark, his voice so low and fraught with tension, that for the first time in your life, you felt a pang of fear within you.

"you just turning fucking 20 and you're whoring out for a guy who's almost double your fucking age?" he hissed, an unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered heavily on his breath.

"w-what? how did you find out?" you freeze at the door, slightly too frightened to move.

you purposely kept your relationship with toji fushiguro a secret as you were afraid of satoru judgement. you didn't expect him to be this upset though.

he pushed past you to let himself in. "does that matter?" satoru raised his voice. you couldn't tell if he was disappointed or disgusted. "are you with him for money? because you know i can take care of you, you just need to let me know!"

you shook your head, unable to find your voice as satoru was partially correct. money played a big part in your relationship with toji but he didn't have to know that. you bit your lip, sucking in your teeth, "money has nothing to do with this," you lied.

his brows knit into a tight scowl, "so you genuinely like that old fucker?"

"i-i," you tried to think of words to say. "you haven't even met him, he's really nice-"

"he's 16 years older than you!" his fist slams against the table, causing you to flinch in shock. his face softened, immediately regretting his outburst, "i'm sorry.”

"i'm not a kid," you spoke quietly, taking the seat next to him at the table, "i-i get why it may seem wrong but he cares for me and i'm sorry i didn't tell you. it's only been a couple months-"

"so you want to be a step mom at 20?" he said, letting out a humorless laugh, "you're in law school and you want to waste your time dating a old geezer who's got two fucking kids?"

you couldn't look at him in the eyes and kept your gaze firmly on your lap. having two kids was last of toji's issues. the man owned several clubs across roppongi and shibuya where he money laundered billions, as well as hosting highly illegal, drug infested parties for japan's top 1%.

toji getting caught was near impossible due to his connections with the law enforcement. but you were still afraid of the possible consequences of being a criminal's girlfriend and what it may do to your future career. you knew satoru had every right to be worried.

"stop being like this satoru," you let out a shaky sigh, "j-just stop caring so much."

"oh my god y/n," he groaned into his hands before tugging at his white strands in frustration, "you're fucking killing me here. how do you expect me to not care when it's you?"

"look i get it. i'm like your younger sister and obviously you'd be protective-"

your breath hitched as satoru moved at lightning speed, pressing his lips against yours. he was too quick for your mind to process what was going on as your eyes remained wide open.

it was a blur of dizzying heat, your stomach doing somersaults in a panicked, frenzy mode as your brain was screaming for you to do something- anything.

"are you okay?!" you pushed him off, your heart pounding violently against your chest and blood rush through you in a way it shouldn't.

you couldn't understand why your stomach was swarming with monstrous butterflies and your legs felt like custard. you should be repulsed, not nervous.

"no, just trying to make a point that you're not my sister," his mouth settled somewhere between a smile and a frown as his icy blue eyes bored into you.

he swiftly leaned into you again and cupped your cheek, his touch causing your breath to hitch. " you should be with me instead,” his voice barley above a whisper.

your eyes were almost bursting out your head as you stared back in disbelief, it had to be the alcohol talking.

and for the first time in your life, you felt yourself weak before his famous blue eyes that everyone seemed to swoon for. your heart fluttered and your eyes trail down to his soft lips. that kiss felt like a fever dream, you wanted to feel it again so badly...

wait, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

"you're wasted," you snapped out of the trance, breaking eye contact, “w-we should talk about this when you’re sober."

"what does he have that i don't?" he spoke calmly, his cold fingers digging into your cheek, ”besides fucking kids? was the kiss that awful?"

you pulled his hands off you, still feeling his blue orbs burning into you as you defensively cross your arms. objectively speaking, it wasn't like he was lacking in any way, if anything he was a perfect boyfriend candidate. but your friendship with him was also perfect- so perfect that you were terrified of ruining it.

your mouth opens and shuts, caught in the grip of uncertainty as your mind battled itself. you couldn't bring yourself to admit the unexpected allure of his lips- you just weren't prepared to acknowledge that truth yet.

“i'm with toji," you said softly, lowering your eyes, "i think you had too much to drink tonight, you need to leave."

his face dropped and it was like all the lights in his eyes went dim. with his shoulders slouched, he shoots you a fleeting look before leaving without another word. you found yourself tossing and turning all night, unable to close as your eyes as the hurt look he flashed upon you was etched into your memory,

the next morning, satoru acted like the kiss never happened so you followed suit and tried to forget it- after all, he was drunk so he probably blacked out.

the day you realised you loved satoru as more than just a friend, you were a few years too late.

"you're dating rumi yoshimoto?" the words escaped your lips louder than intended, causing a few heads to turn in the cafe. your face heats up in embarrassment and you try to relax your composure, "-is this why you asked to meet up?"

this was your first time seeing satoru in a couple months so when he asked to meet up at a cafe, you were bursting with excitement, even putting on some makeup before leaving the house. your shoulders deflate in disappointment and your stomach felt as if you've been punched in the guts.

"yeah," he nodded, looking up from his hot chocolate, "it only happened last week."

words failed you in that moment as a mixture of contradicting feelings wash over you. you should be happy for him, or at least be curious about the details. so why did you feel a sickening sense of jealousy?

it made sense for satoru and rumi to be together. they had been friends since college; she worked under him at his startup tech company and they were both attractive and available. on the other hand, you were already in a three-year-long relationship with no right to be salty.

"wow, this is the first time you've even spoken to me about another girl," you tried to sound nonchalant, but your stomach churned. you take a long sip of you drink to wash down the tightness of your throat, "i never even thought you'd be interested in rumi."

satoru's love life had been virtually non-existent- or so you thought- aside from a few casual one night stands in the past that he never bothered to discuss with you. you'd try to get him to talk about the few girls he hooked up with, but he'd scrunch his nose in disgust in response.

he had thousands of beautiful girls at his feet, yet he'd claim nobody was good enough for him. rumi was the last woman you thought would be good enough for gojo satoru.

"i guess i only started liking her a few weeks ago."

you shift uncomfortably at the thought of satoru and rumi dating. act normal. why are you being such a weirdo? you silently scold yourself,.

you take a small breath and force the corners of your mouth into a smile. "h-how did it start?" you kept your attention on your melon soda, stirring it with the straw, "who confessed to who first?"

"she asked me out then i told her to give me a couple weeks to think about it," he leaned back in his seat to stretch out his long arms as he yawned, clearly showing that this conversation was boring him. you couldn't help but admire the cords of muscle in his thick forearms bulge with each flex of movement, "but, anyway that's me. how's your life been?"

"huh?" you blinked, breaking your gaze away from his body and hastily divert your attention elsewhere. you prayed he didn't see you checking him out. "oh um, good. i finished my exams so i'm done for the year and uh... going on a trip in a few weeks."

"to where?"

"europe," you gulped, stirring the ice cream into the green drink.

satoru kept quiet. he didn't even have to ask who you were going with. toji fushiguro had become the forbidden topic between you two.

"rumi huh?" you take a tip out of your drink, hastily changing the subject to break the tension, "how long did she have feelings for you?"

you've only met rumi a handful of times but it was enough to get a slight feeling that she had a crush on satoru, as you noticed her lingering stares on him whenever you met her at one of his parties.

"she said since freshman year in college, so six years or so," he shrugged, "i don't know how i feel about dating someone who works under me though."

you wanted to tell him it's a horrible idea, that rumi could never match his energy and he should break it off. you bite your cheek. you should be supportive and play the best friend role like you're supposed to.

"love can grow over time," you gulped, fiddling with the hem of your sweater underneath the table, "just give it a chance."

you were burning with self hatred at that moment. you coulnd't understand why you were so bummed out by this, why it was so upsetting that-

“i wish you'd stop me."

a baby started screaming on top of their lungs simultaneously as he spoke. you furrowed your brows, leaning in, “huh?”

you weren't sure if you just misheard but did he just say? no, you must've misheard.

“nothing, i said let's go,” he looked away and got up, “i'll pay."

you follow the six foot four man outside, the cold winter air brushing against your skin, causing you to shiver and tighten the scarf around your neck. you watched how satoru walked with confidence, head held high and ignoring every head that turned to admire the model like man.

"let me drive you home," he turned to you, "i parked a few blocks down."

"okay," you nodded, quickening your pace to close the gap between you two, "so, how's the business going?"

"good," he answered, "i've got a meeting with an investor next week."

you get into his sleek black mclaren, buckling yourself as he started up the engine. "do you mind if we drop by the office on the way to yours? just need to grab my laptop," he said, resting his hand behind your head rest as he reversed out.

“i don’t mind,” you answered, playing with the rings on your finger as you looked out the tinted windows.

your mind drifts off to the night satoru kissed you. even three years later, you frequently thought about it. you always questioned if it was fueled by the alcohol or genuine feelings; wondering what would’ve happened happened if you kissed him back and what if you didn't push him away- would you have left toji and be his girlfriend instead of rumi?

truth be told, you weren't even certain how you felt towards satoru at this stage. the thought of being in a relationship with him terrified you. you were never a believer in true love and rather believed in statistics that proved 70% of relationships fail in the first year.

you simply loved him too much so you didn’t want to risk possibly losing your friendship over a relationship that was bound to fail.

satoru pulls into the parking lot of his office that was tucked in between a diner and a vintage records shop. satoru’s office was location on the top floor of the 50 storey building that his father owned and the rest of the building was shared with other businesses.

you raised a brow when you saw rumi's car was also parked. you casually announced that you'll follow him in.

"i’ll try to be quick, ten minutes max," satoru turned to you in the elevator as you smoothed down your hair.

"yeah, that's fine," you shrugged, checking your reflection in the mirror.

satoru's stare lingers on you, breaking off when the elevator door opens, revealing the woman you were hoping to see. your eyes trail down to her outfit, a tight midi skirt and cream colored turtleneck.

"h-hey guys!" rumi's voice was pitched, clearly surprised to see you, "what are you doing here?"

her usual black hair was curled into loose waves and she wasn't wearing her thick rimmed glasses that hid her features. she looked pretty and you hated that.

"hey, i'm just getting my laptop," the arctic haired man greets the girl, oblivious to her stunned reaction.

you knew rumi never liked you- or at least, was uncomfortable around you- but, you didn't mind that, especially in times like this, watching her squirm bought you satisfaction.

"hey rumi, congrats on the new relationship!" you chirped brightly at the taller woman, a wide smile plastered on your face, "i'm guessing that's why you're all dressed up?"

satoru shoots rumi a cursory glance without much expression.

"oh... s-satoru already told you," she stuttered, looking at her new boyfriend, who was oblivious to her tone with her lips pressed into a tight smile.

"well, i'm going to be in the office, text me when you get home," the tall man gives his girlfriend another fleeting look before leaving his defenseless girlfriend to your antics.

the dark haired woman wrapped her arms around herself, shifting uncomfortably in her boots, "s-so what are you guys doing after?"

"oh us?" your tone was causal and light, "we're probably going to chill at mine."

rumi's face goes pale and you notice her jaw clench ever so slightly. you laugh and give her a light slap on the shoulder, "what's with the face! don't worry, it's nothing like that," you giggled.

poor rumi start to laugh with you, although she didn't know what was so funny. rumi swallowed her discomfort. after all, you're satoru's childhood friend, practically family and she'd only started dating him a week ago.

"i'm not worried," rumi plastered a smile, meeting your eyes.

well you should be, you think to yourself but instead, you smile back at her. "oh by the way," you lowered your voice, "you got like food stuck in your teeth, must've been from lunch."

you gesture at the left side of your mouth, your lips curled into a faint smirk. rumi turns her head down to the floor and pressed the elevator button to go down, muttering a goodbye to you.

did you feel like immature? yes but what could you do when all you could see is green?

you give the door a quick knock before stepping into the office. satoru was busily typing away at his laptop, not even bothering to acknowledge you.

you walked over to his chair to peek over his shoulder, scrunching your nose at all the complicated coding stuff. you sat yourself on the massive couch facing the french windows.

one prominent feature of the's office was the wall made entirely of glass stretching from floor to ceiling, showing a panoramic view of lively shinjuku below. the sun was setting, casting a gorgeous hue of purple and red over the cityscape of towering buildings with glistening lights and billboards. no matter how many times you've visited his work place, you couldn't get over this sight.

you then tried to focus on your phone, mindlessly scrolling in between apps. a fan edit of satoru's high school photos showed up on your tiktok feed, your lips twitch into a wistful smile as you reminisce on your youth.

back then, people expected him to become an athlete or a professional mma fighter due to his innate atheletic talents. nobody expected him to enroll in computer science and all thought he was wasting his gift.

little did they know satoru also happened to be a coding genius. at the age of 20, he was making headlines in the tech industry, labelled as the gen z mark zukerberg. tiktok and twitter soon found out about gojo satoru, which led to him becoming an online sensation with millions of fans thirsting over him.

your eyes float over to your friend. you were still in disbelief that satoru was finally in his first relationship at the age of 24. as stupid as this may sound, but you never thought this day would come- well not this quick anyway.

"i can feel you staring at me," he broke off your chain of thoughts, catching you off guard. your face heats up in embarrassment and you hastily avert your gaze away. he stood from his seat as he packed his laptop into his bag, "what did i do?"

"nothing," you shook your head as you got up from the couch.

suddenly, you heard satoru's stomach grumble. "i cooked pasta for lunch, do you want some?" you asked as you wait for the elevator.

you bit your lip, watching the flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he hesitate to answer.

"yeah alright." satoru brushed off the slight prick in his moral compass, telling himself there was no harm in just going over to a friend's apartment for dinner.

so when rumi texted him asking him what he was doing later that night, he lied and replied saying he was at suguru's apartment. when in reality, he was sitting on your couch, lighting up a blunt, with you sitting comfortably close.

he tried to ignore his conscientious side nagging him that this was wrong. not because you're a woman.

but, because it was you. the one who made his heart race whenever your skin brushed against his. only you could turn him on just by your scent or the way you looked up at him with glistening eyes. only you could get him hard by innocently bending over to pick up the fallen remote.

it was you that he was alone with while he's in a committed relationship, which was why he had to leave.

"i have to go," he took an airy breath, standing up from the sofa without a glance.

he never thought of himself as a good guy. in fact he’s done plenty of morally questionable things in the past. but he knew he wasn't going to let himself become a cheater like his father.

"what, why?" you get up as well, following him to the door as he hurriedly shrugged his jacket on.

you grabbed his wrist so he'd face you but his 6'4 frame wouldn't budge.

"i-i shouldn't be doing this," he said with a stoic expression.

"why? we're just watching a movie," you were beyond confused as he was laughing at the movie ten minutes ago. you racked you brain, trying to think what you did wrong that could've upset him so much.

satoru pulled out of your grip and seemed to hesitate to say something before shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh, "i'll text you," he murmured, before closing the door behind him.

you don't notice the tears pooling down your eyes, lips quivering as your knees dropped you to the floor. you were only watching a movie with him, something you've done a million times with him. it hurt to know things were going to change from now. you felt pathetic, wallowing like this in self pity and regret.

you wished you didn't care so much and that you could be happy for them. it wasn't like you could rewind the time and change the past, but still, you desperately wished you could take back those words you said.

you thought back to all the times satoru had cared for you, in a way nobody had before. he was never the type of person to verbally express his love, instead showed it everyday with abundance.

satoru was the type to remember you complaining about your headphones being uncomfortable and casually get you a new pair the next day, under the guise that he accidentally bought himself two sets.

there was a phase in high school when you and satoru would often have petty arguments and you'd act like a total brat to him, your teenage hormones fueling your emotions to hurl hurtful insults. surprisingly though, satoru would still drive you to school the next day, albeit, it was always a silent car ride as he still held a grudge against you.

he knew every detail about you and sometimes you felt like he knew you better than yourself. he kept you grounded, always pushing you to be better. even when he was drowning in college exams, he'd still make time to tutor you and helped you keep in track with your studies, knowing you lacked self discipline and would procrastinate if he didn't do so.

when your grandmother passed away, he wasn't sure what to say to comfort you- instead, he cried with you and stayed until you were okay. with satoru by your side, you never once felt alone. it was no secret that you loved satoru but it was daunting to finally realise how deep it was.

was this how satoru felt when he found out about toji?

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i didnt proof read this but yay thank u if u read this far.

(reader is so messy ik )

[strawberryfairi]

TR Guys + Their Types PT 2

Headcanons! ↳ Black Girl Edition🤎

⚜️Featuring: Hakkai Nahoya (Smiley) Draken Mitsuya Wakasa

(Honestly I love making these)

Hakkai

~ Ugh, Hakkai the sweetheart. ~ He's so freaking shy and awkward so he'll definitely need some help from a more bold kind of girl....at least with a bit more guts than him or else chile...the relationship ain't getting nowhere.

~ I could see Hakkai with a girl that loves to color coordinate clothes and kind of match together every now and then; maybe for a little date night.

~ Going off of this^^ I could for SURE see him having a couples fashion page together with her. Like think of those boujee high fashion show audience member outfits like a Schiaparelli or Balmain vibe.

~ I think Hakkai would go for the kind of woman with a really naturally soothing voice. That kind of just airy, light voice.

~ Definitely loves the kind of woman that loves doing fun activities together (I know y'all remember that scene in S2 when Hakkai was tearing up that bowling alley and pool table and all that)!

~ As for hairstyles, Hakkai truly does love anything she's wear and I could definitely see him getting style advice from you (even though he eats all of his hairstyles).

Nahoya (Smiley)

~ I can so see him with someone that's good at doing hair. Like she'll try out all these cute styles on him that'll have him lookin' good. I could see him start feelin' himself after she tries a new style on him that he likes. (Potentially a genuine hair stylist).

~ Will definitely turn her into his own personal hair stylist.

~ I think he'd love the kind of girl that will take his outfits and completely finesse them. Like wearing one of his bomber jackets or tops and makes it look ten times better on her.

~ I can absolutely see him going for a girl that's into high street wear styles! For example: Imagine a graphic tee that's tied in the front for a slight crop effect with some cute cut out designs in the back, cute jeans, topped off with tie up heels and a cute little mini bag.

~ She MUST get along with his brother or else it's just not happening. But that's obvious.

~ Since he be so damn rowdy all the time, I can see him with the kinda girl that levels him out.

~ I can also very much see him with a comical girl. Like she's just always making him laugh and is genuinely a funny and witty person. Also good with comebacks.

Draken

~I feel like Draken definitely likes the girly type. Lipgloss collections, cute skirts, a plethora of perfumes both high and low end, and shopping is a therapeutic experience for her. Like he can't keep up with her new outfits.

~ Personality-wise she's gotta value family and friendships. He definitely would NOT like the type that's just always randomly cutting someone off because of one minor argument or something they said. I think he'd like the kinda woman that will work things out and value the people she has in her life (especially because he never really had his parents so he always cherishes the people he does have).

~ I think he'd like a ray of sunshine kind of girl. Just always lighting up a room with her bubbly and upbeat personality.

~ When it comes to her hair, I can absolutely see him obsessed with the different kind of braid styles she does. From Fulani braids to cornrows with zigzag parts, he just utterly eats it up every time.

~ And don't even get him started with the cute beads! Like..it's a yes for him.

~ He definitely likes for her to do his hair for him, and try out different kinds of braids aside from his simple braided ponytail.

Mitsuya

~ Ok so this man Mitsuya for sure loves a family oriented woman, just straight off the bat.

~ I think he'd like a very down to earth and friendly kind of girl.

~ I could see Mitsuya with a cook like...hold on hear me out.

~ Mitsuya is already good at cooking but I can see him with a professional or just really great cook. I can imagine him cooking and learning things from her wether it's just how to cook more efficiently or cooking foods from other cultures (*cough* Like Soul Food *cough*).

~ Mitsuya would like a girl that can show him all kinds of new things and he could show her new things as well.

~ I think Mitsuya is just the kinda guy who is interested in lots of things so he'd like a girl who's open-minded in that way too.

~ Definitely can see him with a fashionable woman too. I just imagine him first meeting her by being so entranced by her outfit and her walk (instantly she becomes his muse that he creates all kinds of fashions for).

~ I don't think Mitsuya would mind being with a tall girl either. On some Zendaya x Tom Holland vibe!

~ I for sure believe Mitsuya loves to do spontaneous dates! Some days it's real fancy and boujee and other days it's just a chill date night at home with a nice meal he's cooked and a cute "restaurant music" playlist he picked on Spotify. So a woman that doesn't mind the full spectrum of dates (cause let's be honest some girls be like boujee dates ONLY, trynna be extra...) he'd really appreciate.

Wakasa

~ Honestly I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that's really opposite from him in certain ways.

~ For example^^, I think he'd love an energetic, highly sociable type of woman. Loves to talk and meet new people while Wakasa's a bit more quiet and reserved (doesn't mean he doesn't like to talk, it's just not gonna be his go-to thing to do unless he's drunk as a skunk).

~ It's an official cannon that Wakasa is the clingy type so I could definitely see him with the kind of woman that's not really that way but puts up with his clinginess just for him.

~ I'm also getting wise vibes. Like he'd like a woman that is really wise and will have him thinking about things from different perspectives when they talk about certain topics.

~ I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that is (like Mitsuya) on the more open-minded side when it comes to trying all kinds of new things. Wakasa seems like the type that wouldn't really mind trying something he's never done at least once just to see.

~ Definitely could see him with like an outdoorsy girl, or at least someone who's open to camping or going out fishing (and doesn't mind the bugs💀...).

~ I think Wakasa would like a girl that's random. As in just does random stuff out of nowhere due to boredom (ex: breaking out into song loudly in the middle of silence or quoting random movie lines).

~ As for outfits, I think Wakasa would be drawn to like the super cute, dainty, feminine style. Loves him a cute frilly skirt or sundress! He spends so much time around his friends and stuff (a whole bunch of rowdy ass gang boys), that when he sees a really girly girl it's like he's hit by a feminine ultra-blast or something (what am I saying lol).

~ For hairstyles, I think Wakasa would be OBSESSED with the perm rod curls style. Those super cute, bouncy spiral curls would have him staring so hard on accident (lowkey lookin' like a weirdo). I could see him always pulling on them then letting go to watch it bounce back.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: As requested I made some new headcanons @honeybunhottie 🩵 Hope you enjoy it as much as the last!

[twst-hottest-takes]

Am I the only one that thinks the character names in TWST aren't the greatest, and some of them outright suck? While some are perfectly fine like Azul, Rook and Malleus' full names to name a few, but some of the others...?

Why is there a character named "Deuce"? That seems too "on the nose" for a card suit character.

Leona sounds more like a nickname. It's not regal enough to suit a prince. While I know Leona's surname is some sort of pun that only makes sense in Japanese, Leona should have a Swahili last name. One, because it has always been tradition to use Swahili names for the characters in any The Lion King properties. Two, he's a fucking prince of an East African-coded nation, wouldn't he logically have a Swahili surname?

Ruggie isn't a real name. It sounds like a nickname, but it isn't, so it's fucking bizarre.

"Viper" seems more like a name that was forced onto Jamil's family by the Asims to sound deeming. It sounds fake. Wouldn't his real surname be something else?

Vil means "vile" or "horrible" in Portuguese and other languages. Who the fuck in their right mind would name their own child that? Wouldn't that more likely be a nickname, and his actual one be something else? It seems very out of character for Eric to give him such a name. While I heard it could be a spelling of "Ville", I still don't buy it. Because if that was the case, why not spell it like that? I think it's more likely that she was making an ill thought out pun with it. (Vil, villain? Get it?)

The explanation for Kalim's surname is hilariously inaccurate in both versions and genuinely makes it sound like he knows nothing about his own culture. (TLDR, it should be "ibn al-Asim" if we're going off of the canon explanation)

Why isn't Lilia spelt like "Lillia"?

Fellow Honest sounds awkward. Shouldn't it be Honest Fellow? Even that sounds like a stage name than his actual one!

Rollo seems stupid and lazy. It's just one letter off from the character he's based on. Plus, it's the name of a popular chocolate bar brand in a lot of countries, so why call him that

These aren't even half of my complaints in regards to this!

Granted, I'm knocking her too much for this. It's pretty common for Japanese content creators to have a hard time coming up with "western" names for characters like it's hard for some western writers to do the reverse. While, sure, she seems to enjoy making "punny" names, some of them work while others don't. I'm giving some leeway, since this is a fantasy story where people tend to make names up. But it's something I really stuck out to me over time with this game.

I think it's time to talk about what we would consider to be "good" naming conventions.

Also I'll defend the card soldiers' names to my dying breath. I like playing cards and I like how on the nose it is. (Literally, Ace of Hearts, Two of Spades, Three of Clubs, Four of Diamonds. . .lol, how do all these guys end up in school at the same time, and do they get made fun of for it?)

You're right that this is actually a pretty common thing to do when it comes to making up "foreign" names, so I don't know what you would expect from a game like this. As much as I think "Jack Howl" is a Monster High level name for a wolf-man, I don't know how you're supposed to improve on that when the idea is pretty clearly "describe the characters with their name" is idea here. They do it with Japanese characters too in a lot of Shonen series.

In the end my expectations are on the floor when it comes to Japan naming foreign characters, so I guess it just doesn't bother me as much. But here's an idea:

Reblog or comment whose name you would change, what you would change it to and why. Let's try to keep it positive though.

Thank you for your take.

[sexybritishllama]

at the end of the day i just don't think guilting people into reblogging or commenting on art/writing/etc is effective

i get it! i really do! when you put your heart and soul into something, it feels incredibly shitty to get ignored- maybe even worse to know that people might HAVE actually consumed your work (and maybe even enjoyed it!) but never bothered to actually engage with you. and then that's not even taking into account the number of artists who rely on algorithms and visibility to make a living, where number go down = will i actually be able to afford groceries this month

and then there's the fact that on a broader level, i do think the growing culture of silent consumption is making the internet a colder, more disconnected place to be. we're more inclined to see things as 'content'; this vague nothing of a word that turns art into something existing only to fill up instagram feeds and tiktok for you pages. you consume and then you move on. scroll scroll scroll

it's shit!! i hate it!! we SHOULD all make an effort to fight against this, to see the actual people behind art, to recognise and celebrate and share the work that people put so much love into!

but for some reason so many people take that sentiment and turn it into 'i am going to make a post guilting people for liking things instead of reblogging. if you don't comment on every fanfic you read YOU are the reason i stopped writing and art is dead'

and... idk man. if your goal with these posts is truly to convince people to interact with art online more, i don't think that's the way to do it. i don't want people to share or comment on my work because they think there's a begruding moral imperative to it

maybe instead of trying to enforce compliance via the eternal guilt that the catholic church favours, the focus should be on how genuinely FUN it is to engage more with art, even in the smallest ways? like, i love reblogging art on here! not because i'm stressed out that the artists are going to stop posting unless i get their numbers high enough, but because the art is pretty and i want the artist to know i like it and i like doing the equivalent of online scrapbooking with cool stuff! and then i can see MY followers see the art and like and reblog it, which makes me happy i could share cool stuff with them too!

or for another example- i write fics, so i understand how getting a nice comment (even literally just a single ❤️ emoji or a short 'great chapter!') can make my entire day, week even. i make an effort to comment on other stuff that i read, and a lot of the time the authors reply to those, and then we BOTH feel happier and like we had a moment of joy and connection over something we love. and then sometimes you come to recognise certain people, and maybe see them in the comments of another fic, or on tumblr, or whatever, and it helps the internet feel like less of a big cold expanse and more of a community that you're actually a part of! that's awesome!

i get people feel awkward about not knowing what to write in comments, or that they just never reblog things in general, or whatever. but truly, genuinely, i'd encourage you to give it a go, even in the smallest way, first and foremost because it's FUN! it's fun to make a spot with all your favourite art like a magpie collecting shiny things for a nest, it's fun to express your enjoyment and gratitude for a piece of writing that you stayed up until 2am reading, and then this all feeds into itself to create a nicer world where artists feel encouraged to make MORE stuff, giving you more to enjoy and share in turn, and on and on it goes!

[kissorkill16]

HN: WTRB TGS AU

They Belong Together

Enzo knocked on the door to Trinity's house and waited for a moment, then Trinity opened the door. When she saw Enzo, she smiled and hugged her.

Trinity: Hi, Enzo! Glad you could make it!

Enzo: Yeah. Your parents aren't home, are they?

Trinity: Yes. Remember I told you we were doing this?

Enzo: (sigh) I remember. I'm just a little nervous.

Trinity: Babe, it's going to be okay. My parents are chill now, I'm sure they won't mind if we start dating.

Enzo: I know about your dad, but...what about your mom?

Trinity: I...I honestly don't know.

Mr. Bales: Trinity, who's at the door?

Trinity turned around to see her parents coming downstairs, and she smiled and pulled her boyfriend friend in.

Trinity: Enzo. Remember? You guys met him before.

Mr. Bales: Oh yeah, I remember him.

Mrs. Bales: Hi, Enzo.

Enzo: (wave) Hi, Mrs. Bales.

Trinity: Mom, Dad, me and Enzo need to talk to you guys about something.

Enzo: (😬😳: Oh no.)

Mrs. Bales: Okay. What about?

Trinity: We might want to go to the living room for this.

They all went to the living room. Trinity's parents sat down across from Enzo and their daughter.

Mr. Bales: What did you two want to talk about?

Trinity: Well, me and Enzo have been friends for a very long time now, and we've been thinking about turning our friendship into something a little more serious.

Mrs. Bales: What do you mean by that?

Enzo could feel his heart beat like a kettle drum in his chest as sweat dripped down from his forehead. It took him a minute of trying not to pass out, but then he finally gathered up the courage and just yelled it out.

Enzo: I love your daughter! I would like your blessing to have her as my girlfriend!

A moment of awkward silence filled the air, and Enzo just wanted the floor to open up and just swallow him whole. Finally, Mr. Bales spoke up.

Mr. Bales: Honestly, I'm...shocked. But I can't say I didn't exactly expect it. Enzo, whenever you come to drop her off, you always seem nervous. Now I know why.

Enzo: Oh my goodness...

Mr. Bales: But if it's my blessing you want, then my answer is yes. But I will warn you. Treat her well, or it's not going to be good.

Enzo: Yes, sir!

Trinity: Thanks, Dad.

Trinity looked at her mother, who hadn't said anything in a while.

Trinity: Mom, what about you?

Mrs. Bales:...(Inhale) Trinity, we agreed that we would learn to trust you more if you didn't keep secrets from us anymore. Do you remember that?

Trinity: Yes.

Mrs. Bales: I want to say no, but I guess...at least you told us this before you went any further. You have my blessing too.

Trinity's eyes widened, and she jumped up in excitement and ran to hug her parents.

Trinity: Oh my goodness! Thank you guys so much!

Mr. Bales: You're welcome, honey. Just be careful in this new relationship.

Mrs. Bales: And I have to admit, you two look great together.

Since that day, Enzo and Trinity took their relationship to the next level. Once everyone else they knew figured out they were an item now, they honestly couldn't agree more. Enzo and Trinity did look great together, even Enzo and Trinity thought that themselves.

Their relationship lasted from their last year of middle school to their sophomore year of high school.

After a whirlwind of events involving golden stones, bad luck, superpowers, near death experiences, and a demon crow man, everything just went downhill.

Enzo broke up with Trinity for a lot of reasons. One, because she lied to him and all of their friends. Two, she wouldn't listen to anyone when they thought Ivan would never betray his own friends. Three, she broke her promise to Nicky to not visit Peterson again. Four, she locked Nicky back in Peterson's basement.

Both were heartbroken, but they knew it was probably for the best.

Trinity sat in her room one day, thinking about her breakup as she tried to get some homework done. Then a knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she turned around to see her Mom opening it.

Mrs. Bales: Hey, honey.

Trinity: Hey.

She walked closer to her daughter.

Mrs. Bales: Dinner's downstairs if you're hungry.

Trinity: Cool, I'll be down in a minute.

Trinity tried to answer a few more questions on her homework, then she put her pencil down when she realized her mother was still in the room.

Mrs. Bales: What's wrong, honey?

Trinity:...(sigh) I can't stop thinking about Enzo.

Mrs. Bales: Oh...you two broke up, right?

Trinity: Yeah, and it's my fault. I know it was my fault that we broke up, but I can't stop thinking about him. He was my first love, and now he's just a memory. I should be lucky that we're still friends.

Mrs. Bales put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Mrs. Bales: Honey, I remember how Enzo used to act around you. I know he still loves you. Maybe as time passes, he'll think about it, and eventually take you back.

Trinity: Are you sure?

Mrs. Bales: Very sure.

Trinity: Thanks, Mom. Let's just hope I don't end up falling in love with someone else.

Mrs. Bales: Yeah, let's hope.

As her mother left the room, Trinity decided she would finish her homework after dinner. So she put a book mark in her textbook, but before she closed it, she noticed a little doodle she absentmindedly made while thinking about her breakup.

...It took her a while to realize that she drew Nicky.

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

✨Danganronpa "As a Ship" New & Improved Edition✨

❗TW: Mentions of abuse❗

{What's New?} Added observations, trigger warnings, only meaningful or ship-fueled moments are included for canonical examples, and new section titled "Family, Friends, Pets."

Canon Fueled Facts:

Despite them being in the same class, they don't have any meaningful interactions or relationship in-canon, but like the rest of their classmates, he is distressed when Mikan is missing in Despair Arc, and when it's revealed that she is the killer and gets executed in SDR2.

Also, there is one optional moment in SDR2 where you talk to Kazuichi after bringing those affected with the despair disease to the hospital for Mikan to take care of. Kazuichi asks if Mikan is going attend to *all* of Nagito's needs, confessing that the situation is a dilemma because he doesn't want to get sick, but is also jealous of the disease.

Just throwing this out there: In Despair Arc Episode #1, Kazuichi is seen in class wrapped in bandages after getting hit by a truck. While the school's actual nurse could have tended to him, it's also very likely that Mikan decided to step in and help right away since that is her nature.

UPDATE: This is an easily missed little detail from Despair Arc Episode 3 when Class 77b are seen walking past Hajime, and Kazuichi gets bit by one of Gundham's hamsters and Mikan sees this and then rushes over to him in concern.

Bonus material:

For some reason Kazuichi doesn't show up in Mikan's relationship chart, but in Kazuichi's, Mikan says "aren't you going to bully me?!" This seems to imply that Kazuichi doesn't bully her like so many others have. In fact, going through SDR2 and DR3 again, he is never shown to judge or bully her.

In DRS, while they never interact, Mikan does mention him a few times. The most noteworthy moment is in the event she has with Ibuki and Fuyuhiko where she specifically brings up Hajime and Kazuichi for coming along with them for an outdoor concert if Ibuki was going to include guys as well.

Headcanons:

They are both awkward, anxious messes when it comes to asking each other out. Even more so when they actually go out on their first date.

Kazuichi often feels intimidated by Mikan's over-the-top behavior, but he is often very concerned for her and tries to be a calming presence for her as much as possible.

Despite their apprehensive nature, if either of them is in trouble, they do not hesitate to defend the other.

When Kazuichi gets many kinds of injuries doing his mechanic work, Mikan takes his safety very seriously, even if it's just a small cut. At first, Kazuichi is a bit taken aback and annoyed, but soon enough, he actually loves having someone caring for him.

Much like her reactions to his minor injuries, she behaves like his personal doctor by watching out for his high sugar consumption (due to his canonical love of sugar and soda).

Kazuichi gets easily spooked by things, and while Mikan does as well, she also enjoys horror films because of the blood and mean characters usually being killed off first. Maybe if they ever watched a scary movie together, Kazuichi would hold onto Mikan while she remains surprisingly calm.

Beneficial Similarities:

They are both very skittish, insecure people who still struggle with abuse from their past. Because of this, they would likely understand each other on a deeper level and be comforted by each other's presence.

They are both incredibly dedicated and passionate towards their talents. Their dedication could be something they respect about each other, and their superb talents and abilities could prove to be very useful in their everyday lives.

Let's face it: they are both kinda freaks 😆. Mikan has certain...kinks, and so does Kazuichi. Hell, Kazuichi even has a thing for girls' bone structure, which sounds like something Mikan would like herself (given her knowledge and fascination with the human body.)

They don't enjoy thrill rides so they would likely enjoy the same ones together.

Complementary strengths:

Kazuichi could encourage Mikan to lay back and try new fun things; potentially bringing out an adventurous side of Mikan she never knew existed.

Mikan could coax out Kazuichi's more sensitive nature.

Main Struggles:

Despite it being possible for them to relate and understand each other due to their similar struggles of insecurity and abusive pasts, it could also take quite a bit of time for them opening up. Also, because they both struggle with such similar behavioral flaws and vulnerabilities, it could create ongoing tension and misunderstandings.

Mikan's sometimes creepy and unstable behavior would likely freak Kazuichi out.

Kazuichi would probably see Mikan as overly naggy about his well-being sometimes.

Mikan's hypersensitivity is like a ticking time bomb, so Kazuichi would have to be careful with his words as often as possible.

They are both the easily jealous kind of people.

While they are very likely to respect each other's ultimate talents and abilities, they might also find them a bit overwhelming. Kazuichi would likely be disturbed of all the in-depth and gruesome medical talk while Mikan might be overwhelmed by the loudness and booming nature of Kazuichi's mechanical work and seeing the tools he works with as potential weapons.

Family, Friends, Pets:

Mikan comes from an abusive household, and it's heavily implied that Kazuichi does as well because of his father beating him. Kazuichi has his mother as well, but it's unknown what their relationship is/was like.

I imagine it would be very difficult for them to want to introduce their families to each other, and if they did, it could cause a lot of problems and triggers. Because of this, I much prefer the idea of them eventually seeing each other as their true family.

Because they are in the same class, they would be close with their classmates and see them as mutual friends.

Expressing their love:

Like she does for everyone else, Mikan would make sure Kazuichi is well cared for. She would also likely want to spend more time with him and open up to him more and more.

Kazuichi would make practical gifts for Mikan and help her out with the more dangerous things.

Due to their mutual need of reassurance, they would likely hold each other often.

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NOTE: I haven't read most of Danganronpa manga, non/ambiguously canon books, or 4-koma stuff, so if there are any moments from those I'm missing, feel free to reblog with some noteworthy moments!

[hwasfeatherduster]

Adventure of an Ateez fangirl on dating apps. Part 12? NSFW/MDNI

(PLEASE NOTE MY ACCOUNT IS NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER 18)

Okay guys it's gonna get real for a second. I wanted to vent about something that people don't really talk about.

Being a late bloomer when it comes to sex is so awkward. I am in my late 20s and have barely even kissed a man. I did an awkward peck in high school with a racist guy (that's a different story) but I have never made out with anyone, seen a dick, or really anything sexual.

As you know I went on my first date ever a few weeks ago but as I talk to men on dating apps I can't help but feel so uncomfy with the idea of telling them that I am a virgin.

I didn't have that high school experience of losing my virginity on prom night or at any point where it's low-key awkward but you're both young and both virgins so it's fine. No...I will be 30 in a few years and the only thing that has ever touched me down there has been my fingers and toys. And to get real TMI, I can't even make myself orgasm. Honestly I feel broken down there. Yes I can get turned on and start but there is never a finish. It's literally like 20 seconds in all sexual feelings disappear and I dry up like the desert. It's so frustrating cause it makes me feel like something is wrong with me. All my friends talk about their sexual experiences and how amazing orgasms are and i'm just over here like

The thought of telling a man who is in his 30s (cause those are the men I talk to) that I am a virgin makes me want to vomit. I feel like they will run, think I'm stupid, be uncomfy and not want to get involved with me.

Plus it doesn't help that I talk sexual to half the men I talk to on these apps. Why? Because that is the only way a man will continue to talk to you. So what do I do? I put all the fan fic knowledge I have into the sexting and pray I never meet these men in person cause will I be able to perform? Probably not.

Will I go into sex ready to put all the gay fan fic and romance book knowledge I have to the test? Absolutely. Honestly I feel like I probably could give a good blow job or ride dick based off of everything I have read. The level of confidence I have in that area is bigger than a mediocre white man's confidence about themselves in general.

Will I completely choke and freeze when it's finally time? There is an 85% chance that I will. Lowkey, the idea of a man being interested in me and wanting to get physical freaks me the fuck out. This is the first time in my life that I have ever had male attention. I don't know how to handle it. Is this what not knowing how to receive love feels like?

I have probably medium self esteem when it comes to men but I still can't wrap my head around the idea that a man could ever just want me in any way. I don't understand how that could be possible.

I love myself and I have spent all these years learning to love myself but I don't know how to cope with the idea of someone else loving me. I feel conflicted cause I want love, attention and sex but i'm petrified of it.

I just wish this kind of thing was talked about more. I know there are many girls in my same situation. I told myself that I would really try to put myself out there this year and I feel like I have been making big steps but will it even lead anywhere? I am not stupid and the chances of me getting an actual bf off of hinge are so low. I am not putting my faith in it.

ugggghhhh why can't my soulmate see me at a store and fall in love at first sight? I need my life to be like a fan fic ( a happy one).

[catboygirljoker]

What do Lamia and Xigbar see in each other, personably speaking? Adding this second bit as a clarifier since I'm concerned that just the question alone may come off as snarky no-fun-allowed-ness when I'm genuinely interested. Love learning abt them btw it's like expanded universe lore to me

:3 !!!!!!!!!

"it's like expanded universe lore to me" is such high praise—thats really how i imagine lamias story! like the eventual fic is gonna be as canon-compliant as possible, at least until the end of the story in 3/ReMind—"this is what was happening just off camera left during the Kingdom Hearts™ series" sorta vibes. also similar in that the fic is definitely darker and more mature than the main KH games, but—hopefully—still feels like it could plausibly take place in the KH universe. anyway!

for Lamia, Xigbar is one of the few people he can safely unmask around. Lamia is autistic and has to put a concerted effort into not coming across as rude or mean to most people, but if he fucks up around Xigbar, Xigbar's just like "lmao tell me how you really feel" and doesnt take it personally. Xigbar is a confrontational asshole who breaks social rules on purpose, and Lamia finds him refreshing and easier to deal with than most people, even in the early stages of them knowing each other when their dynamic is still pretty adversarial.

as they get closer, Lamia finds that Xigbar is one of the few people who don't treat him with either revulsion or pity. like, Lamia's kind of off-putting to most people—partly because of the autism rudeness and general awkwardness, and partly because many people can sense the darkness in his heart and are unsettled by it, whether or not they know it's because of a curse and outside his control. even his own friends kinda treat him like a sick stray cat that they need to take care of or a project person they need to Fix. but Xigbar treats Lamia like a whole person, and doesn't coddle or belittle him. Lamia can trust Xigbar to not to try to override his agency or boundaries to help him—not something he can say about everyone!

and Xigbar sees Lamia as...a vision of goodness he can actually respect and understand. Xigbar recognizes that he and Lamia are very similar—they're both pragmatic, cynical, even at times ruthless; theyre not bright-eyed idealists, theyre not bleeding heart altruists. they're also both very traumatized lmao. Xigbar has been so worn down by his grand role that his personhood is down to emergency power, life support systems only—he cannot imagine living long after his mission is done, and fuck everything else besides. he kind of expects Lamia to be the same way, after all the shit they've been through. but somehow, Lamia still clings to some hope for the future in a shaking, white-knuckled fist. they have an understandable misanthropic streak, but they still try their best to treat people well, and still feel a basic moral imperative to care for and protect people.

Xigbar knows he cant write it off as just a cope or naivete. he has to recognize it as strength. it's a kind of strength he had, once—or at least a kind of strength he once tried to attain.

also like they each think the other is a smokeshow lmao. theyre really attracted to each other on a physical and personal level. the life affirming power of He Get My Penits Hord cannot be denied

[cosmicjoke]

This is not a question you typically get but do you have advice for writing Hange? I’m writing a Levihan fic and I enjoy the way you write Hange in your own fics

That's super sweet of you, thank you!

Hmm, let me think.

Hange is very open and enthusiastic, and I think people tend to sometimes write them as a bit goofy, as a result, but I don't think Hange is actually a goofy person at all. I think they're just passionate. And I think, when the situation warrants it, Hange can be as serious as anyone. So whenever I write Hange, I try to strike that balance between their enthusiastic energy and positivity, and their more serious, subdued moments. Hange obviously deeply cares about their comrades too, and particularly with Levi, I think the both of them, while very different in terms of personality, have an extremely close bond and understanding, and Hange understands as well as anyone that Levi's aloof demeanor and socially awkward behavior hides a heart of gold.

So, basically, if I'm writing Hange, I just try to present that high energy, sort of zest for life that they have, their great curiosity and desire to understand things, and also their great intelligence, which really goes hand in hand with that curiosity. I think part of what makes Hange so able to connect with Levi is their ability to not simply disregard him out of hand as some sort of freak or monster, something I'm sure Levi had to deal with a lot, given his abilities, and also because of where he's from. And again I think that ability of Hange's come from their curiosity, their desire to know and understand things beyond just a surface level. They don't simply accept Levi's surface level qualities as the definition of who he is, and that's what allows them to get so close to him.

Anyway, I hope that helps. I haven't written much for Hange, so your compliment regarding my characterization means the world, honestly!