#how you may ask? well. i was being my usual awkward self

[autumnoakes]

i made a fool out of myself in front of my instructors twice today and i'm going to explode if i keep thinking about it

[pix-writes]

Stanley Pines relationship HCs

(stan pines x reader), I hc Stanley to be dyslexic, yet another bit of writing about old guys getting to be freaky so 18+ below!

tho surprisingly fluffy at times, I just think this guy needs a good hug.

At first I think Stan would flirt with that rather brash confidence of his pick up artist/con man persona with you in the beginning, espeically turns to joking if you are choosing to riff/banter (whatever you want to call it) in response to his cheeky remarks. He likes to know he's met his match with a person who's not afraid to put him in his place!

But when he actually knows he's falling for someone then I think he would actually be more reserved, shy even, though it's not always outwardly obvious. If you are (or he thinks you are) talking to/got the hots for someone else he'll be even more withdrawn and gruff with you than he is usually.

I think that it's likely you get together after a series of awkward and/or funny scenarios/converations, like "What are you waiting for a kiss on the cheek?" "Yes, actually." "Can it, smartass!" ... ... "WAIT... What?!" "What?!!" 😳 type deal. Mabel has probably also caught on and is trying to put you in matchmaking situations.

Whilst both the stans are protective over their partners, Stanley is the more... possessive one, mostly in a good way: he wants to provide for you so that you're taken care of, he may not have much but he wants to know that you have less to worry about than him. Does NOT share, can enjoy showing you off and people looking but they can't touch!

He's lives a mostly independent life, so I can see him getting with someone equally (or more) independent and whilst that can reduce some of his worries, cause he knows you can look after yourself, he also still worries! 😅 and he wants to feel needed by a partner, so you might need to let him take the lead or do things/roles in your shared life for you, even if its just something mundane. Like, if you're shorter than him, he will do petty things like putting stuff out of your reach so you have to ask for his help (even if you try to do it for yourself will reach for it before you... Will also put a hand on your ass when he does it 😂).

Realises (subconsciously at least) that you help releive some of the burdens off of him as well. That said, definitely let him do everything for you when you go on dates (after the first one, where you put up a virtuous protest about paying for yourself), he's an old fashioned, almost-chivalric romantic at heart. He'd never admit to being sappy though and states that its simply 'the way to do things' or 'I'm just taking care of my girl'.

The rest of the Pines family realises when he's serious about you because that's when he won't spare on gifts for you. They don't have to be (and probably won't be) super expensive, he'll pick you up little things as well, a wilty bunch of discounted flowers from the store happens to appear sporadically yet often in the mystery shack, saying something a little flirty about how you can make them perk up (the sap!), and you can roll your eyes or quip back at him all you want but he sees how much you appreicate them, which makes up for the times he can be a bit more careless or in a grumpy mood.

Underneath all that confident persona is quite a bit of insecurity, that's not to say that all of his confidence is false, but he definitley has some old self worth/belief issues. Will often wonder what you're doing 'with an old man like him' (no matter if you're the same age or what) especially in the beginning of the relationship. The good thing is that he's susceptible to your compliments ;) and he's often stunned that someone he finds so beautiful is with him and will tell you at the most random times that he's a 'lucky guy' or that he's 'hit the jackpot', like you can be in bed in the rattiest stained t shirt, hair in rags, face mask on, haven't brushed your teeth, doing a crossword puzzle in bed, whatever, and he'll say something along those lines or about how beautiful you are to which you can either a) think he's joking and laugh/say something witty in return, or b) say "what even when I'm (insert something seen as unattractive here)?" Please know that he is SO serious when he says this.

The downside is that whilst stan has made leaps and bounds of improvements to taking care of himself, espeically when he knew the twins were coming for the summer and post-weirdmageddon (since he doesn't have to worry about the portal anymore), he still has a lot of filthy habits! He can be lazy and want to be in comfy clothes rather than a suit all the time, sure, that's fine, but what can really drive a partner crazy is the nail clippings on the floor or the hair clogged up drains in the bathroom and not cleaning up after himself properly! He honestly shouldn't be surprised that this is one of the things you can argue about regularly, old married couple style (he's been divorced enough times to learn this before and yet here you are! ^^')

Stanley Pines is Stubborn with a capital S and so there's some things he's not willing to change, but there will be some things he knows are important to you that he'll try to make progress towards, he'll also go towards taking even more care of himself in different ways, too, since he wants to spend the best amount of time that he can with you and his family.

Keeps photos of you dipper and mabel in his wallet. Considers the twins, wendy and Soos the kids you never had, so he's gotten over all the 'what could've beens' that used to make him sad before.

Will teach you some good boxing moves and punches for sure, even if you do know how to defend yourself. And takes you fishing and will teach you a bunch of practical things, if you ask him to show you he'll be over the moon!

Will preen so much when you praise him or acknowledge his achievements, actually was holding back tears when you said you were proud of him for getting his qualifications (after he spent so long without a HS degree/equivalent). Through working on the portal is SO smart, an equally skilled sailor and navigator etc etc as Ford, may not have the same methods of working stuff out as his brother but acutally knows a lot of disparate things, engineering, mechanics, physics, fishing, wierd loopholes in laws in different states and so on! Once weirdmageddon and the loss of memory has passed, Ford is genuinely touched by Stan's knowledge - a reminder of what he went through to get him back - as well as thrilled to speak to him on subjects that he never expected to share with his twin.

If he was asked whether he's a tits or ass man, he would say both, but honestly, he really loves thighs, I think he has a big attraction to curvy women in particular, but he would love his partner no matter what size/shape/gender (he's definitely bi, just more leaning towards hetero on the kinsey scale in my mind).

Stan is a menace when it comes to teasing, he's made an art form out of riling you up, loves when you get feisty with him. If you're bratty and push his buttons though, he'll give you time to run 🫠 will he give you a fair countdown or skip some of it? Depends on how generous he's feeling, so you better not stick around! Game for getting a little freaky, has a pair of handcuffs for this very reason, likes to be in charge but wouldn't mind being 'arrested' if it's by you 😉 (you can depend upon it that he knows how to escape them at any time though).

Total goof when he's relaxed, it's like being with a best friend, just be willing to get roasted on occasion (lovingly). You both watch ducktective and period dramas together, though he'll swear he's not into the latter - until he starts a running commentary on the plot.

[liliths-missing-pen]

Heartsyabul Dorm (Part 1) Takes You Out On First Date

I have no idea what possessed me but I feel like I cooked??? Anyway enjoy my first headcanons/drabbles since I dipped off the face of the internet

Heartslabyul Dorm (Literally just Riddle) x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Part 1 (You are here) Part 2 (Soon) Everyone in Heartslabyul will be posted eventually!

Warnings: None

Riddle Rosehearts

If Riddle isn't busy or worried about someone Ace or Deuce setting the dorms ablaze in his absence he would take you out. Somewhere like a cafe or maybe even a small bakery. He would take lots of advice from Trey and Cater since he trusts their opinions. If you don't have an excellent relationship with food, Riddle would take you out for tea tasting instead! I didn't even know this was a thing till I started searching for ideas He loves tea and he wants to share that love with you too.

You have to be reminded though, he's the Heartlabyul house warden, an honour student and has to keep up to par with his dorm to make sure none of them burns it down as well as making sure they keep up with the rules. Even though Riddle may lighten up on some rules that the dorm agrees are a little ridiculous, such as the rule to run underwater to dry off. I swear this is a rule but I can’t find it anywhere on the wikis So as boring as it may sound if he's busy you two would have a study date in his dorm room!

He thought dating anyone would be off the table for him, a thought his mother put into right before he left for NRC. So he isn't well-versed in this area he'd be very nervous throughout the whole date. He's never had to attempt something that he wasn't good at in front of others. You'd probably have to calm him down since he would like he'd explode at any moment if you didn't do something sooner.

Add this into one of the other points but he'd totally be insecure about his personality and why you agreed to a date with him

This was one of the only times Riddle had time off. The Adeuce duo were occupied, no unbirthday parties to plan, and Trey had plans to be at the dorm all day allowing him to be able to take you out for your first date. Being his usual self he came to Ramshackle dorm 11 am sharp, greeting you at the door with a bunch of roses for you. The sweet aroma was so similar to the boy in front of you now, though he didn't seem to be the same boy who picked you up this morning.

Ever since the two of you had got to this cafe, which Cater himself recommended to Riddle, he was extremely awkward. You were expecting it to be slightly awkward with your knowledge of how he was raised with limited knowledge about the aspect of dates and romance but you never imagine it would be this bad. He was tense and you could tell as well just by the way he was having issues meeting your gaze. You were empathic to the redhead in front of you since you knew it wasn't an easy task to ask you out. Nor was it easy to have a first date with someone either.

"So Riddle what book have you been reading lately?” You inquired, Riddle was an avid reader trying, you were trying to get him to come out of his shell. Riddle had relaxed slightly once you mentioned one of his dearest interests. "Well, at the moment I'm reading this book about psychology, mostly about how the brain responds to certain situations and how feelings-" after this voice went softer than before, shying off "-mostly love and it works incoherently," He admitted with his face getting as red as his hair. "Mc, if you couldn't tell I'm not used to being on a date with someone else, I'm sorry for it being so awkward I just.." He sighed in defeat making a quick glance at you but immediately looking away once seeing you were looking straight at him.

You chuckled, you felt like you should've seen this coming "Riddle, there's no need to be nervous I like you, for you." You told him tenderly, you reached out for his hand grasping it, your thumb slowly brushing gently across his knuckles to try and ease him.

Your efforts seemed to backfire on you as your words made him bright red. "Mc... I-" he couldn't bring himself to say anything to your words.

"Don't. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't reciprocate anything would I sunshine?" Well... Now you've got yourself an even more flustered little rose.

I take commissions!

[penquinnpebbles]

Dysmorphio's Back At It Again! | Bill Cipher x Reader

Was feeling not so good today, but then I was inspired by a certain page in my Book of Bill! This is incredibly self-indulgent lmao

Synopsis: You don't like the way you look. Bill decides to cheer you up in his own weird way.

Content: can be read as platonic or romantic, established relationship (timeline is unclear but like assume he's just living with you or something), OOC Bill Cipher, talks of dysmorphia and self-deprecation, attempt at comfort, mostly lighthearted and silly, Bill's advice may not work for everyone!! but he does mean well (or is trying to anyways)

You feel like you're doing something wrong.

You stare at the mirror, eyes zoning in on every flaw. The more you look, the more things you find that makes your chest tighten. A zit there, some dry skin here...

Your hair is unflattering on your head, and your face shape reminds you of lumpy clay. Your lips are dry, and your eyes have bags that make it look sunken--like a skeleton or a corpse. Your body is awkward looking, and you're barely fashionable enough to pull it off.

Who are you kidding? Nothing looks good on you. The styles you try to copy off of Pinterest or any other site never end up working out: You never seem to look as good compared to the people in the picture.

...You don't get it. You thought that, by now, things would change. As a kid, you believed that you'd look better when you grew up. Nicer. More attractive. That was how puberty worked, right? You go through an awkward phase as your body grows, and when you become an adult, you'd be the stunning and most drop dead gorgeous looking person you dreamed of being.

Of course, you understand now that's not how it really works. Technically, yes, puberty is like that. But realistically, you're probably not going to turn into a super model. And that was fine with you.

Really, it was.

Until you saw your friends and can't help but think how lovely they look. Then you see the people around you and think that they look lovely, too.

Then you look at yourself.

And you can't help but think that 'lovely' is the last word you'd use.

You know that beauty is subjective. You know that your younger self's mentality of 'I'll instantly look amazing when I grow older!' is flawed, because good looks aren't something you can grow into.

But looking at everyone else, and how they all seem to grow into that 'good looking/attractive' person you imagined... Meanwhile, you feel like you're still stuck in the awkward phase.

You let out a quiet sigh.

You just want to see yourself and feel good about how you look. Is that too much to ask?

"Hey there, slick!"

You startle and let out a yelp, stumbling back. Bill laughs from his spot next to you.

"Wow, you're awfully jumpy! Too caught up in your self-deprecation spiral to even notice I'm here?" Bill summons his simple black cane and twirls it in his fingers, eye shining with mirth. "Be glad you evolved to be a predator species, kid. Being that distracted usually means you'd end up as someone's dinner!"

He cackles, and you calm down your racing heart.

"Anyways," Bill snaps his finger, cane disappearing. "I can't help but notice you staring blankly at yourself in the mirror for the past 2 minutes! You finally lost your mind after being around me for so long?"

You open your mouth to say something, before thinking better and closing it. Bill takes in your silence with a hum, eye raking over you.

"Ohh, I see what's going on. You don't like the way you look, huh?"

You turn to face him. Wow, it's like he read your mind. Though, knowing Bill, he probably did.

Bill only shakes his head. "Looks like Dysmorphio's back at it again!"

Your face twists into confusion. Dysmorphio? Bill catches your expression and his eye crinkles like he's smiling.

"He's from the mirror dimension," Bill clarifies. "And let me tell you, he's a real piece of work! He's the reason why people stay inside because 'your face looks weird today'." He does air quotation marks and rolls his eye, and scoffs. "Pretty stupid, if you ask me."

Bill's words make shame trickle in your gut, and you look away.

He falters at that.

"Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean that you're..." Bill trails off, hand outstretched and voice softening just a tiny bit.

Bill almost touches your shoulder before he stops himself, fingers curling into his palm. His eye looks to the side, contemplative... Then he steels himself with a familiar spark of confidence.

Bill grabs your collar-

"C'mere!"

-And drags you in front of the mirror. You let out a strangled noise at the sudden movement and try to find your footing when Bill lets go.

After you balanced yourself, Bill clears his throat.

"Alright, kid, there's no easy way to break this to you. I know it's not hard for creatures like Dysmorphio to get in your head- I mean, look at me! I got in easy peasy!" He leans forward, finger pointing at you. "But that doesn't mean you should ACTUALLY listen to him!"

You perk up at that, and Bill leans back casually, floating at your eye level.

"Here's the truth, slick. You are disgusting."

You deadpan.

"BUT!" He quickly adds, "Guess what? So is everyone else! If you think about it, you're ALL just a bunch of meat computers in a slowly deteriorating flesh prison. So why not FLAUNT it? Here-"

He grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face the mirror.

"Repeat after me," Bill says. "And I mean actually repeat it. Don't just read my words, alright? Actually repeat after me, or I'm going to eat your hair while you sleep."

Bill clears his throat, looking at you in the mirror.

"I am a REPULSIVE BEAST OF UNFATHOMABLE WRETCHEDNESS!"

Bill waits for your response. You sigh and decide to humor him. His eye lights up when you do, and he continues.

"I FEED ON YOUR DISGUST!"

"I AM REPUGNANCE INCARNATE, AND SHAME CANNOT CLAIM ME. Don't forget that last bit, that one's important!"

You repeat his words as you look at yourself in the mirror. The sheer goofiness of it all makes you feel... Lighter.

"There!" Bill pats your shoulder, proud. "Doesn't that feel better?"

You nod.

"Good." Bill lets his hands fall to his sides. "Now HEADBUTT THE MIRROR TO SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!!!"

You give him a look. Bill huffs.

"No?" You shake your head in response. Bill crosses his arms. "Fine... I'll do it for you!"

He points a finger at the mirror and shoots out blue flame like a gun. The mirror shatters, glass shards flying everywhere as Bill laughs maniacally.

Thankfully, none of the shards hit you, considering an invisible shield comes up to protect you and Bill. You wonder whether or not you were safe because you happened to be near him, or if he included you on purpose.

The thought makes you smile.

Bill dusts off his hands, "Welp! There's your lesson for the day, slick. Beauty is overrated and fake, because EVERYONE is revolting! Try reveling in your own horrifying nature for a change. It's great, trust me!"

He slings an arm over your shoulder, eye shimmering in satisfaction.

"Embrace the weirdness! Be proud of your fleshy outer shell! And don't forget to DESTROY all mirrors to taunt Dysmorphio on how he TOTALLY FAILED to get to you!!!"

Bill starts laughing again, swaying you back and forth in his hold. You look down at the floor and spot your reflection on the several glass shards scattered around.

And you find that you like what you see.

Yeah yeah cheesy ahh ending or whatever IDC!!! /lh

This was honestly just written as a personal pick me up, because I was feeling down. And what better way to make urself feel better than to write about your blorbos!!

Also, first time writing for Bill Cipher!! Dont think I got his character quite right, but eh, I'll get better at writing him in the future.

It's also wrote this in the middle of the night, so it's barely proofread WAHHSHSA I hope you still enjoyed it, tho!!

[softxsuki]

Hi, this ia kind of an emergency request because i had been feeling really suicidal lately and i thought that maybe reading some angst/confort would help ❤️‍🩹

Soo, i wanted to ask for Izuku in which his bestfriend had been feeling like super suicidal and she has been selfharming.

Thankss 🫶

Midoriya Comforts Sui*idal Reader

| Pairing: Midoriya x Gn!Reader (PLATONIC) | Genre: Comfort/Angst | Post-Type: Headcanons | Word Count: 470 |

Warning: mentions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression

Note: Hope this helps :) <3 and for everyone reading this, urgent requests are now closed for the rest of April, I'll have three more spots open in May :D

Our gentle boy, Midoriya, is great at reading people

So when you begin to isolate yourself and plaster that fake smile on your face whenever you’re with your friends together, he knows something is up

But he’s a little awkward and doesn’t know how to bring it up without accidentally hurting your feelings or making you feel uncomfortable–that’s the last thing he’d ever want

So despite the anguish that hits his heart when you show up at his door with tears in your eyes, he’s relieved that you’re finally opening up to him

He was your best friend, someone you knew you could always rely on, and your favorite hero despite also being a hero as well, you wanted to put your trust in him

So you tell him everything; how you’ve been feeling recently, the self-harm, the thoughts of suicide that terrified you, yet sometimes felt like your only option

And he listened to every word, holding one of your hands as he traced small circles into your skin, encouraging you to continue speaking, not an ounce of judgment in his eyes as you pour your heart out

“Y/N, you’re my best friends, I wouldn’t be where I am today without your support. I’m thankful everyday that you’re alive by my side, I’m just sorry that I haven’t been giving you the same support to where you feel this way now. I’m sorry”

You quickly tell him that it isn’t his fault, he was a great friend who always helped you out and was there for you when you needed him, your problems were rooted deeper and would take longer to heal from

But with Midoriya by your side, you’d be able to get through anything now that he was aware of your situation

He’d show you that life was worth living one day at a time while offering to get you professional help as well, even if it was just having a professional to talk to about your feelings once a week so they could help guide you in the right direction

In the meantime though, he’d do whatever he could for you, showing you beautiful things in the world, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself again, and helping you be happy again, no matter how long it takes

“I’ll show you the little things in this world that you won’t want to miss, so stick around so you can see them all,” he says with a smile

Nothing changes with your friendship, he treats you the same, but perhaps is a little more aware and direct with making sure you’re doing okay and reaches out first if he suspects you’re not doing too well

Very attentive and kind as usual, wants the best for you so you can feel like yourself again without the dark cloud hanging over your head

Posted: 4/22/2024

[simplyreveries]

hewwoooo i was the anon who requested the trey + vil with plus-sized reader :3 i really love your writing!!!! so expect me to come back here pretty often :D you can call me 🫀 anon from now on hehe (and also expect all my requests to be platonic except for trey oop)

im here for another request !! may i request the shroud brothers, vil, leona and trey with an ignihyde!reader ?? my self-insert is actually an ignihyde student based on the fates so i cant really insert myself into twst x readers with yuu!reader lol. no pressure tho <3

here ya go!! I'm super happy you liked my other one, I apologize for this one's wait i got busy!<3

idia shroud

it’ll take a while for the two of you to become any sorts of close. i can imagine your meetings (even though he's your own DORM LEADER lmao) will be brief and vague, sometimes seemingly halfhearted when he is forced to tell his dorm something, to which he usually just messages.

you’ll find him lurking and leaving his room in the late hours to get something or go the sam's mystery shop if it's still open for instant food or stuff of that sorts. nevertheless, you still are an ignihyde student so you two do seem to get along pretty well. even in those short moments— he finds himself being okay around you.

i guess you could say he is relieved you're one of the few people who won't make idia feel utterly awkward or uncomfortable running into so that's definitely some sort of a relief for him. in fact, that usually entails you two ending up hanging out together or doing something stupidly fun together.

ortho shroud

aside from idia he actually did make an effort to get to know you in the first place and in his attempts to get idia out more, suggested you guys hang out at times! he’d claim and tell idia how interesting of a person you were— plenty of stories as someone who even has been or lived in their homelands, the shaftlands!! he wants to see everyone in the dorm get along well. so, you may see him actively trying to get you and idia to be friends as well haha

im sure you two did become unlikely friends though it's inevitable, especially with ortho. he is happy to see his brother get along with you, its very common soon enough that you guys commonly hang out together.

ortho is very sweet whenever you pass him by in the dorm or in school always saying "hello" or asking how you're feeling. he's happy to be able to get along with others in his dorm.

vil schoenheit

he's curious about you quite a bit considering he knows how the reputation of ignihyde students are well…. very reclusive and don't really interact much with others and other dorms. he has worked with ignihyde students in the past with favors and needing stuff for his film making club (like the magical wheel he needed for epel once) which usually makes him prompt to coming towards you a lot to inquire and get any tech and gadgets that could be used for films they're making… even if you may not be the most outgoing person, he’ll surprisingly feel quite easy to talk to.

if you tend to take on the habits of your fellow dormmates or your dorm leader, he will once in a while tell you to make sure you're taking care of yourself and make sure you're doing things like self-care or sleeping right. it's nothing harsh or anything but it's a small way he looks out for you as he gets closer to you throughout time.

you're like a favored student of his from that dorm, he has grown to be pretty fond of. you've piqued his interest enough and helped him out too that he does seem kinder to you in ways.

leona kingscholar

originally, he really had no interested talking to or frankly being around any of that dorm. besides like idia during dorm leader meetings, he barely even knew anyone there despite it being at least his 4th year in that school. he still finds it, unusual and even strange that you've become rather close to him (even if that may feel one sided but it's just leona ok)

he does tend to feel more content and okay with you if you’re more on the quieter side anyway. he does grow a small sense of fondness to you— he even finds himself slightly surprised as your the last person he expected to garner his attention. but nevertheless, you found yourself nicely close to him even if he doesn’t show it the best.

leona sometimes makes quips or teases about your own dorm, how considerably different the two may be. especially a lot at first before you two grew closer, he just found it strange almost, to find yourself close to him.

trey clover

its funny because besides like ortho or idia and maybe a few various students of that dorm here and there in the school— ever so introverted and quiet he doesn't see that many of your dorm. even cater himself admits he doesn't seem to really know or have any friends from that dorm and he's cater! trey will muse he’s beaten cater at that by dating one.

you may have to get used to his dorm being pretty social, considering all the events they hold whereas you’re probably used to the cold and quiet ignihyde dorms. you may have to even adjust whenever you decide to come over and see trey, especially with people like cater or ace who are heavily social.

he hopes you’ll grow and find yourself comfortable there, you’ll find him laughing bashfully when pointing out their antics in comparison to the dormmates you're used to. you'll find him chuckling asking how you manage to put up with some of them, he can only imagine how different it must be for you.

[spydergaz]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ not a lot, just forever.

🍂📀🍁

word count : 654

cw: fluff, no actual pronouns used, peter is awkward as hell, idk your vibe, but it’s a good one, peter is a cranberries fan.

a/n: i haven’t properly written something in forever :/ but i’m trying i swear lol. i was also listening to Adrianne Lenker while writing this so that may have influenced this a bit.

the leaves crunch under your converses as you walk, your arms swinging loosely by your sides as you wave your hands in the breeze. you’re walking across campus to your next class, a routine you've grown fond of due to the simplicity of it all. you consider yourself a simple person, you enjoy small things like rocks and the sound of the river that flows under the bridge of your campus.

you’re also noticeably quiet, so much so that your teachers have stopped trying to get you to participate in group discussions. you don’t mind though, you’re content being by yourself.

and so is peter. he’s just as quiet as you, he always has headphones on. you can faintly hear his music, you like the fact that he likes the cranberries, you do too. but he tends to sit away from you, he doesn’t hate you, how could he? the way you skip around campus, the way you collect and paint rocks, the way you sit by the river, the way you’re so freely yourself.

his crush on you is something you’re oblivious too, and he’s too scared to even look at you. he’s read so many books on nature related topics that he might turn into a walking weed, he’s replayed a conversation with you in his head so much he could write a script about it. he wants to ask you to get coffee, he’s seen you sip coffee once or twice, maybe he’ll ask you to see a movie?

he knows you like superheroes, he sees the superman pin on your tote bag. but talking to you seems like his kryptonite, like he’ll die if he tries.

but today he’ll try, he’ll try and push past that fear and talk to you.

~

it’s the afternoon, you’re sitting on a bench and quietly sketching the trees in front of you. your foot lightly tapping on the grass to your music that plays softly in your headphones.

he feels like he’s being creepy, holding flowers for a person who doesn’t even know him. but he sighs and walks up to you, cringing at himself as he taps your shoulder.

“hi uhm, i’m not trying to be creepy but-“ he’s cut off by your eyes peering into his, he feels so small when you look at him with those pretty eyes.

“are those flowers?”

“for you.”

“me..?” you smile as he hands them to you, they’re some sunflowers, they’re fake, but the gesture is nice anyways. “the real ones are super expensive and uh-“

you shake your head and look up at him again. “i get it, it’s okay.” he nervously laughs, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers.

“could i ask your name?” you reply with your name and he smiles, smiles that you trust him enough already for that. “i’m peter parker, i promise i’m a lot more composed usually.”

you laugh at the self deprecating joke.

“i’ve seen you in class.”

“well i don’t tend to turn invisible, i’ve seen you too. which is why i’m giving you flowers.”

you smile, you appreciate how nice he is and how awkward he is too. “i was- am asking you out by the way, if you’re… interested?” you nod, laughing a bit.

“well don’t laugh at me, i’m trying!” his voice is mockingly whiny as he laughs with you. “but you’re like.. okay with going on a date?” you nod again, stifling your laughter for his sake.

“how does a cafe sound?”

“i like the sound of that, I’m always in a mood for coffee.”

“when do you… wanna go?”

“tomorrow? after class?”

“holy shi- uh- yeah that’s okay.” and with that he stands there awkwardly before clearing his throat and nodding, sighing of relief. “yeah i’ll see you tomorrow! uh, i’ve gotta bounce.” you nod in response and wave him goodbye as he runs off, you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

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ATLA Unpacked: Ty Lee's Potential

One of the many things we missed out on from ATLA Book 3 was a Ty Lee character arc. Of Azula's trio she's ultimately the least explored and most auxiliary, which is sad. The possibilities were certainly there: a girl who seems too good-natured for the ruthlessness of the Fire Nation, coerced into helping Azula, seemingly naive about what her nation is doing or perhaps too timid to voice her concerns. Gee, all that sure rings a bell doesn't it? So, here are some things that I think could have been done w/ Ty Lee given what we know about her. 1. Friendship with Zuko and eventual Redemption Arc Canon screwed this one up during "The Beach," but there's no reason it had to be that way. Ty Lee should have been the person Zuko warmed up to the most given that they're both more caring people than Mai and Azula. With Ty Lee and Zuko, you have two sheltered and privileged teenagers who don't quite fit the mold of what Fire Nation children are *supposed* to be. As a result, Zuko is banished and Ty Lee leaves her aristocratic home life behind. Zuko's banishment and journey across the world helps him realize that the Fire Nation's war is wrong. Ty Lee, who was part of a traveling Fire Nation circus and eventually traveled the Earth Kingdom with Azula, could have easily come to the same realization. We never even get her perspective on the war in canon! Just imagine Ty Lee and Zuko bonding over martial arts, theater, and collecting pretty sea shells. They bring out each other's best qualities and motivate each other's redemption. 2. Standing up to Azula This has been commented on before, but Mai being the one who defies Azula instead of Ty Lee during "The Boiling Rock" is not a satisfying emotional climax. Mai happily left her boring life behind in "Return to Omashu" as soon as Azula gave her an opportunity, and she openly defied Azula's orders with no fear of retribution at least once. What Azula represented for Mai wasn't fear. Azula was the metaphorical "devil" on Mai's shoulder, distracting her from her lack of emotional fulfillment with fun and thrills. The one who was genuinely afraid of Azula, and abandoned her passion out of that fear, was Ty Lee. Ty Lee standing up to Azula and emerging victorious is far more emotionally and narratively satisfying given their dynamic. It also gives Mai a more character appropriate choice to make in the situation. Which leads me to my third point 3. Mai and Ty Lee marsreds made a fantastic commentary I read years ago. I'll link it in the comments, but her point was that throwing Mai into an awkward and uninteresting relationship with Zuko took the focus away from her relationships with Azula and Ty Lee and made her character arc about a boy. It's a pretty damning commentary on the sexism that seeped into the way ATLA's female characters were written, and how that became the norm for the franchise by the time of the comics. Anyway, a hugely missed opportunity for Ty Lee and Mai was their relationship with each other. Even though I am pro MaiLee, I won't make this ship heavy. Ultimately the writing has to come first, but Mai and Ty Lee do have a fun and touching dynamic. Ty Lee is even more playful and affectionate with Mai than she usually is, and Mai shows genuine care and empathy for Ty Lee. When they reunite in Omashu, Mai asks Ty Lee what happened with her joining the circus. Then, during "The Beach," Mai is the only one who stands up for Ty Lee, telling Zuko to back off and figuring out the root of Ty Lee's desire for attention. We never see Mai this invested in someone else's feelings and well-being with anyone else. The character appropriate choice for Mai in "The Boiling Rock" wasn't betraying Azula for teen love. It was choosing between the friend who encouraged her better self (Ty Lee) or the friend who kept her from growing as a person (Azula).

[half-dead-writer]

silly thing I started while being drunk a while ago, now finishing it when I'm sleep-deprived, yay may edit it tmrw, for now, I'm off to dreamland

Kisses Like Whiskey, It Gets Me Drunk

Even though you're usually pretty smart, alcohol makes you do the most stupid things... Like confessing to your best friend, willingly.

character: Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~2,9k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: suggestive, making out with only the reader being drunk, Scott is awkward

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Pilgrim!" You announced dramatically while walking through the doors, his attention quickly shifted on you from his gameboy. He smelled the alcohol from you even if he sat on the bed at least 2 meters away.

"... Yeah?" He asked, seeing you approach closer. The futon under him sank as you took a seat next to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, slightly leaning on him. He was surprised, but didn't pull away. Curiosity out of all the emotions present painted his face the most.

"I came back home just to hug you," you commented, a drunk giggle hit his ears not long after.

"... Really?" He asked, not knowing the context of your full thoughts. Of course it wasn't the only reason of your arrival, but you didn't care to elaborate earlier.

"Well, I was also just coming back home, but my main objective right after getting here was to hug you," you explained, making the boy's lips turn upwards a bit. He finally reciprocated your hug, resting his arm on your back.

"Oh, well- That's nice to hear." He didn't really know how to voice it, but he appreciated the embrace nonetheless. "You don't usually miss me that much."

"No, I do, I just don't show it," you replied cryptically, making him tilt his head a little. Soberness would not let you be so open, but at the moment you feel pretty clingy, and you lack the self control to stop your thoughts spilling out. "You bring me so much joy, I don't even know why." You knew exactly why.

That confession actually moved gears in his head. It's rare he got to hear those words from other people, if at all. Most of what he heard on his daily basis is that he's being annoying, or stupid. But you had no problems voicing compliments his way, which made him feel pretty nice. He almost forgot to respond back, choosing to brush it off with a polite yet unsure chuckle.

"What do you think about me?" You asked bluntly, catching him off guard. He stared at you with wide eyes for a solid seconds, trying to come up with a valid answer.

"I... Like you. Obviously." He said casually, not really sure if this was the response you wanted, but he didn't wanna come out too eager.

"How much?" You focused your sight on him, making him feel slightly uneasy.

"Uhm- The- normal amount??" He felt as if he was asked a tricky question, and probably was losing miserably.

You pulled your weight on him a bit too much, forcing you both to fall in the process.

"That's fine," you sighed, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hair was tickling him just a little.

Scott just laid there, staring at the ceiling - what was going on???

"Uh... ...Is it?" He asked warily, not really knowing why.

"...I mean- If you don't like me, that's fine-" Your words came out muffled.

"Wait- I just said I like you??" He looked at you, waiting for your head to turn again.

"Well, yeah, but not in a way I'd want," you muttered, your speech slurring slightly, still not daring to face him. That caused him to tense up a little. He stayed quiet, just processing your shocking words. Surely you didn't mean what you thought you did?

I mean, it's true you two were closer than most people he hung with, you were comfortable leaning against each other on bus-rides, you exchanged spit when sharing the same drink, you hung out pretty often, you were always there for him when he needed you, Wallace jokingly called you "partners in crime", pedestrians sometimes mistook you for a couple... But that wouldn't make you a real couple, right?

He hesitated a good while before speaking again. "...What way?" He knew he doomed himself with this question, not really sure why he bothered to live through the future awkward conversation. Maybe it's because he was too curious of your response.

"...You know what." You mumbled, even now feeling the repercussions of your admission. But at that moment, alcohol loosened your tongue and mind enough not to immediately retreat with your answer. That's a problem for tomorrow. And, next few years, probably.

Scott remained quiet for the next minutes, digging a nonexistent hole into the nearest object that his eyes could reach. The silence forced you to finally raise your head, staring at the now mildly uncomfortable friend of yours. ...Shit.

His face was a bit indescribable, a mix of shock, embarrassment, fluster, maybe? You'd think it looked cute - he always looked cute to you - if you weren't so scared of the potential next words he would say. Surely, you screwed up.

"Um- Are you sure??" He finally gathered the courage to speak up. You narrowed your eyes in a confused expression.

"Sure of what?"

"Sure of- uh, thinking clearly? You're drunk right now, are you sure it's not just the- uh, alcohol speaking?" He tried to justify you, not quite believing of the sincerity of your words.

You felt a bit offended, furrowing your brows in a mildly upset manner, "Yes, Scott, I'm sure."

He felt a bit guilty, as if caught doing something bad. Which technically was the case, he could deduct his wording wasn't quite right, but he couldn't take it back now. A few more seconds passed before he opened up his mouth.

"Right. ... Sorry." God, why did Scott have to be so awkward?

You sighed, resting your chin on his chest, your gaze examining his, desperately trying to avoid your eyes.

"Whatever, it's the alcohol," defeated, you tried to at least save some of the situation you pushed him to fall into, "forget about what I said."

Scott's brows scrunched in an uncomfortable scowl. "Ugh..." You were kind of surprised at the sudden change of tone, did he get annoyed by you?

"Sorry, I'm- I dunno." He fumbled with his words, getting you even more dumbfounded. You patiently waited for him to continue.

"I'm-" He repeated, as if prolonging his response, "Not- Sure what to do now." He cringed.

A small, unsure yet amused and self-deprecating smile appeared on your face. "I made things awkward. Only thing to do there is to forget about it, Scott."

"No-" He began, almost biting his tongue for voicing his thoughts, "I mean- I made things awkward."

"... Did you?" You asked, pushing him to spill out more of what he meant.

"Yes-" He put his arms behind his head to act as a pillow, unsure what else to do with them. "I could have said it differently."

You tilted your head, "What would it change? You don't like me that much, it's fine." You sighed, choosing to let go off beating around the bush. He morphed his mouth into a shut, straight line.

"I- I don't know if I like you that much..." He confessed, still on the fence about talking such vulnerable topics. You were drunk, he was not - he's gonna remember the awful uncertainty of today's heart-to-heart, you might not. "I never thought about it."

You stared at the stupid star picture on the shirt he always wore, intently listening to his voice.

"But- You're always there for me, I like you. I like spending time with you. It's just- hard." He tried to put his train of thought in clear order, it was even harder for him to describe his feelings. "I dated Kim, I thought I liked her, but then we kinda... stopped?

You were aware of their previous relationship, you knew how bitter it left Kim - well, bitter than she usually is.

"And- I really don't want that to happen here. With you. I like Wallace, he's a good friend, but if a relationship would make things awkward between us, I think I'd have to move out of Toronto. And I don't have the money for that." He deadpanned, only halfly joking. His dramatics made you chuckle.

"You're already awkward as hell, Scott" you said, amusement remained on your features.

"Yeah, see!" He exclaimed, as if to accentuate his point.

"It doesn't matter, though. I mean, I grown used to it. It's kinda... charming." Your sudden compliment caused his ears to tint red. "But, as I said, It's like, cool, if you see me as only a friend. I mean, we've been friends since a long time, why should it change..." You added somberly. Scott's brows furrowed once more, this time in a more thoughtful manner.

"What if we were to date, just for a day?" He studied your face, searching for any indication of approving of this idea. You laughed.

"Date for a day? Why?"

"...To see if it wouldn't affect our friendship...?" He answered, his voice small. "If- If it turned out good, we could continue, right?"

You sighed, almost appalled at his suggestion, yet not surprised. Such a typical Scott thing to come up with.

"Not one for commitment, huh?"

"Not one for ruining another relationship I have," he muttered, embarrassed for having to spell it out.

You thought over every possible outcome of your response, still not fully sure what even would be the right answer. After at least a minute of your mulling, you exhaled, gaining a sudden spike of spontaneity. "Sure."

"Wait, really?" He looked at you, taking a moment to fully process what's going on.

"Yeah. If you wanna date for a day, I can try it." You knew how desperate you were, not really caring about it. You were still gonna remain friends after this, you'd make sure of it. So, why not.

"... Cool." He responded, overwhelmingly uncertain how to proceed now.

"Does it like, start now, or tomorrow?" You asked, a bit entertained by the logistics.

"Uh... It can- start now, I guess. Until tomorrow. Or- Another day, since I assume you're gonna be hungover...?" He tried to navigate through his less than perfect plan, getting a chuckle out of you.

"Yeah, probably. That's very caring of you," you smirked, now feeling a bit playful. Alcohol made your head pretty clear of worries, choosing to just stay in the moment. There was still time to regret your current actions later, after all.

Scott stayed unmoving, lack of direction really messed with his confidence. It wasn't as overwhelming as if it could have been, given you two saw yourselves in far more embarrassing situations, but it was surely a bit too personal for his comfort.

In all honesty, your confession wasn't really that outrageous to Scott. Truth be told, even though he never dwelled on those thoughts, the idea of you two dating wasn't as unappealing to him. I mean, you already acted like two peas in a pod, it was cool to have another person who sincerely enjoyed hanging with him, was never too mad to cut contact. Just like Wallace, but a bit different. Wallace still showed his moments of being angry at him, but you, somehow, never did. Did you have the patience of an angel? Probably. He was kind of surprised you managed to put up with him, after all this time, and still valued him so deeply to the point of wanting to have a relationship. He was always aware of being a bad boyfriend, if not person at times. So why did you care?

Only thing that kept the idea of you dating at bay was the possibility of him screwing up. Because he knew he could, and he probably would. But you seemed... Different. Too perfect to even exist. Obviously, you had flaws like every other person, but in comparison to him, you were too good. Some could even say, out of his league.

Thinking about it now, you weren't even unattractive. He didn't think about it often, but you weren't ugly, by any means. Not to Scott, at least. He was quite surprised at how did you managed to stay single for enough time to ask him out.

"So..." Your voice led him out of his head, breaking his slowly flooding sea of doubts. "You wanna, do something?"

"Do what?" He looked at you, not so assured. You were drunk, he didn't wanna use you.

"Make-out?" You suggested, feeling slightly coy, but it wasn't as atrocious as other things you might have had in mind at times. He thought about your offer a bit too quickly to be considered fully mindful or responsible, but at least he tried to be.

"... Okay." He responded, raising his body to lean his back against the wall, pulling you up with him. You were now sitting on his lap, hands lightly pressed against his chest for support.

You started by reaching your hand to hold his cheek. He leaned into the touch slightly, closing his eyes, expecting the feeling of your lips on him pretty soon. It didn't take long for you to fulfill his wish. You wasted no time, quickly evolving the kiss into a blown out makeout session. He didn't complain, slowly reaching his hand to brush against your side, at first only one, the other one soon joining. His flimsy hands exploring your waist were as awkward as you expected, but it was just what you craved as well. Your stupid, best friend, Scott, with his stupid, charming mannerisms. You had a questionable taste in men.

Even though you were in the active process of sucking his tongue, it didn't go any further than that. You knew better, at least when it came to regret, you could say you didn't go all the way, making the fall hit less harder. But for now, you didn't wanna think about that, it was all good, for the moment.

You didn't know how much time has passed since you started, but after a full night of partying, you started to feel a bit tired. You wanted to continue, but the sleepiness caught you at the worst moment. You pulled away, leaving Scott hazily open up his eyes and huff, missing the feeling. He looked at you askingly.

"Sorry to break the fun, but I'm feeling too eepy," you explained, eyelids half closed.

"Oh. That's fine. Of course." He slid his hands lower, merely resting them at your hips, just because it was comfortable. His disappointment was only slightly visible, but he knew it was the time to stop. "Did you- uh, enjoy it?"

"Obviously." You confirmed, a lazy smile remained on you.

"Yeah. Me too." He added, only half awkward - the other part of him was kinda proud, even, for figuring out this simple thing. Guess he did like making out with his best friend, after all.

You shuffled your body to the side, taking up the free space on the futon, giving Scott a moment to lower himself as well. You were both lying down, facing each other. Even though you just finished making out, it didn't feel as awkward as you both thought it'd be. As if it was a regular occurence.

"Wanna cuddle?" You offered, gaining Scott's attention quite quickly.

"Yeah," he responded, scooting over to you. You comfortably draped your arm over his waist, snuggling closer. His hand was gently resting on your shoulder as he turned his body to lay on his back.

"...You know, it doesn't feel as bad." He commented, almost as if reassuring himself, if not you. "I thought dread would come over me by now, but it still kinda, didn't??"

With closed eyes, you still groggily kept up an amused smile, "well, glad you don't feel that way." You nuzzled into him, thinking of another important matter. "Let's see if you feel the same tomorrow. And, tell me, if you don't. Serious."

"Yeah, yeah, alright," he muttered, albeit not as scared of the future as he used to be. He felt kinda hopeful, even.

You were ready to step into the dreamland, until Scott's voice pulled you back to reality once more, "wait, what if Wallace comes home? Do we like, tell him about it, or-"

"Wallace's out for the night, probably til afternoon," you mumbled, halfway asleep, causing Scott to squint his eyes, trying to figure out why were you so sure of Wallace's whereabouts.

"How do you know that?"

"Because he specifically left the house so you and I could have a talk," you clarified, a bit incoherent, yet still clear enough for Scott to make out your words.

"...What?" He tilted his head.

You sighed, a bit annoyed having to explain yourself while the sleep was calling your name, yet patient enough to remain calm, "Wallace finally convinced me to make a move. He knows."

"Oh. Okay." He blinked, it finally clicked in his brain. Of course Wallace knew it before him.

"Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, of course- ... Night."

. . .

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" The harsh light from the outside world caused you even a greater headache than Wallace's singsong voice as he opened the door, letting the uninvited sun hit you in the eyes.

Both you and Scott groaned, putting a hand over your eyes at the same time.

"Unless it didn't go as planned?" Wallace examined you both, coming to a positive conclusion after seeing you cozied up against each other. "But from what I see, I think it went alright. Knew you had it in you, Y/N," he smiled, casually taking off his coat.

"Wallace, you were supposed to be back by noon...?" You looked at the time, squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the unforgiving brightness.

"It's 6:30 PM."

[isaaaxqii]

overthinking ₊˚ପ⊹ - gojo

summary : seeing gojo start to act differently, you go over to help him sort out his thoughts.

** : sfw, angst, fluff, jjk 0 spoilers !!

took me awhile to think of this😭😭 but my thoughts are also finally sorted out 🙏🙏 also idk if gojo still stays at a dorm in jj high during his teaching days but let’s just say he does lol

< 1.47pm >

as you walked through the hallways of jujutsu high, looking outside every window that you passed, you noticed gojo training with the 1st years out on the field. he had his usual smile on his face, teasing his students in any way he can, but most importantly helping them when they need it. however, you can’t help but feel like there’s something off about him.

it was just a few days after the death of geto suguru, and you could tell gojo was spiralling. though he was with geto during his last moments, he couldn’t come to accept his death. nevertheless, he tried to put on a smile on his face, being his usual silly and cheerful self.

therefore, nobody could tell that his mental health was getting worse. however, you were able to read him like a book, knowing what he’s feeling especially after significant events like this. you knew that he didn’t want to worry anyone with his feelings, and rather deal with them on his own.

despite that, you still had to check on him.

you knocked on his door, holding a thermos filled with soup in it, hoping it would make him feel better. you were met with a red eyed, disheveled gojo at the front door.

“may i come in?” you asked, before he steps out of the way to let you in.

his dorm looked messier than usual. believe it or not, his dorm was never this messy. he still tries to put in the effort in maintaining his dorm’s state of cleanliness, but with what you were witnessing you could tell something was very wrong.

you put down the thermos on the counter before following him into his room, sitting on his bed with him. there was silence between the two of you, not an awkward one, but rather a comforting silence. gojo seemed to have figured that you knew what was happening to him, and he couldn’t help but appreciate someone’s presence beside him during this period of time. that presence itself comforts him a lot.

“mind sharing what’s on your mind? gojo.” you spoke softly, slowly intertwining your fingers with his. he plays with your fingers gently as he figures out his thoughts.

where should he start? should he start from the time when he was beside geto, geto’s life draining slowly from his body as he says his last words, or should he start from the period after his death, when he starts to realise and blame himself for not noticing geto’s depression which had led him to turn into what he was.

he didn’t know how to explain his sorrow. all he could do was let the tears fall as he grips your shirt tightly, head resting on your shoulders. you placed one hand his back, rubbing small circles on it while your other played with his hair. he loves it when you do that, it was the best method to help him calm down.

“to be honest, i don’t know what’s happening to me. the longer i hold onto the memories of geto and i, the more i feel like letting go. but i can’t, because no matter how much i try, my soul doesn’t let me.”

you felt sorry for gojo. losing your best friend was hard enough, but he still had to put on a fake personality that contradicts what he’s actually feeling during school as to not spark worry in his peers.

you knew geto well too, being one of his friends during your student days alongside gojo and shoko. however, geto and gojo’s friendship was on a much deeper level, the pair being almost inseparable as they went on missions together, and mostly hung out with one another. sure, his death impacted you a lot too, but you’ve let go, knowing that he was in a better place.

“we used to say, “we’re the strongest” , but now only i can say “i’m the strongest” .” he mutters, sniffing every once in awhile as he wipes his tears.

you hugged him tight, playing with his fingers to help him calm down. he held onto your waist as he places his head at the crook of your neck, seeking comfort and love from the intimacy.

“geto wouldn’t want you suffering like this, does he? after all, he will care for you no matter where he is, and he definitely wishes only the best for you.”

you could sense gojo calming down at last, although he didn’t want to let go. you let him stay in this position for awhile, letting him rest on your shoulder. you will forever be gojo’s safe place, providing never ending comfort and care for as long as he needs.

after awhile, you finally got him to let go, and brought him out into the dining area of his dorm to drink the soup you had made for him.

“is it good?”

“tastes like home.”

gojo never wants you to leave him, ever.

both of my gojo fics are one comforting the other😭😭 i’ll think of something else soon 🤍

[theoceanoasis]

Megamin ready to conjunx Rodimus after months of courting, but too late, they see Ratchet and Drift with Roddy in their arms

(My dratchrod heart must heal after all the angst I read 😭😭)

PS: I love what you do, and take recovery time from your surgery :)

They'd been courting Rodimus for a few months now. Wanting him to know how special he was. Despite all his confidence Rodimus could be self conscious at times believing he was unworthy of love and that no one would ever want him.

They didn't know who made him believe that but if they ever found them it wouldn't be good.

When they first decided to court Rodimus. They both wanted to do it right and make sure Rodimus knew how serious they were. Which is why they decided to learn more about Nyons customs.

Although it wasn't easy with the destruction of Nyon, much of the cities culture was lost but Minimus managed to find a book about Nyon courting rituals.

Food was a big part of courting ritual's. The people didn't have a lot but if you wanted to show someone you were interested in them you would have a meal with them. Another courting ritual that involved food was sharing. You would share food with the person you are interested in.

They made sure to invite Rodimus to lunch with them and have meals with him where they were share food.

Rodimus oftentimes brought home cooked meals which were always delicious but made them feel bad because they weren't very good cooks and their energon was usually bland and came straight from a dispenser.

Rodimus never complained though he seemed to be enjoying their company which was good. The two of them would talk for hours wanting to learn his interests so they could surprise him with gifts.

That was another part of Nyonian culture. The gift didn't have to be big or extravagant it could be simple and small. All that mattered was that the person recieving the gift felt special.

Which is why they wanted it to be personal. Megatron would write him poetry which was so beautiful he may have shed a few tears reading it.

He also gifted Roddy art supplies knowing how much he liked to draw.

Part of Nyonian culture was physical touch. Brushing hands, hugging, sitting close were all important. The two of them were a little awkward about touching Rodimus so much but they eventually got used to it.

They'd sit on either side with their legs brushing together. When Rodimus was in the captains suit Megatron would put a hand on his shoulder.

During shifts their hands would brush together and they'd sit next to each other in meetings.

Rodimus seemed to be responding well and they decided to ask him if he wanted to become their Conjunx.

Going to Swerves they both froze in shock when they saw Rodimus in between Drift and Ratchet. The three were snuggled together and feeding each other as they talked.

Rodimus had the happiest smile they'd ever seen and looked like he was in love.

The two watched realizing they were too late. While they'd been courting Roddy it seems Ratchet and Drift had been doing the same.

They watched as Drifts hands wrapped around Rodimus waist with envy. The way Roddy leaned in to it letting Ratchet feed him.

When a new song played Rodimus optics lit up with excitement and he pulled the two towards the dance floor. Ratchet complained a little about being too old but still joined them. The three of them danced together with Drift and Ratchets hands sliding all over his body as they pressed close.

Rodimus blushed and followed them out of Swerves and back to their room where they spent the night.

Although they were both upset they had lost Rodimus. They were happy he had found someone who loved him.

[broodybuck]

Title: Doing his Job

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sex worker Steve, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, recovering Bucky

[ao3 link]

Bucky never thought he'd be here. Sitting in a strange man's living room that he paid to have sex with. But he hasn't come in a full year. That's how long it's been, that's how long he's tried that he'd gotten desperate. So it's come to this.

Steve's site said that his clients don't need to talk about any trauma or potential causes of their inability to perform. It also explained that one could get their money refunded if Steve is unsuccessful. Which honestly is the main reason Bucky chose him. He doesn't really believe this is going to work.

When Steve steps into the room, he sits across from Bucky on a kitchen chair with a notepad and pen in his hand. He’s as big and beefy and as his picture online. His blonde hair is combed back, a single curl hangs over his forehead. Bucky didn’t think he had a type anymore but whatever is happening in his stomach tells him evidently Steve might be it now.

"I always start by asking a few questions so that I can take note of any precautions I may need to take."

Bucky simply nods, remaining mute. He's so uncomfortable right now. This is awkward... is it supposed to feel so awkward?

"Do you have anything that is absolutely off-limits? Could be a sexual act or something as simple as a spot on your body you don't want touched, a word you don't want said?" Steve questions.

"No," Bucky answers quietly.

Steve nods, writes something down.

"Is there anything specific that you know you like sexually, that you would like me to do to you?"

Bucky swallows, feeling a blush wash across his face.

"Make me come?" Bucky cracks a small smile. It's the whole fucking point of being here.

Steve smiles too.

"Yes, that is the goal and I intend to meet it."

"Can I ask you a question?" Bucky says.

"Of course."

"Do you... find me attractive?" He hears the quiver in his voice and he hates that he couldn't keep his voice steady to ask it.

Steve sits for a moment then nods.

"I find you very attractive, James."

Bucky blinks, forgetting briefly that he gave his real name.

"Are you just saying that 'cause I'm paying you?" Bucky tests.

"I'm not," Steve states firmly. "It may be unprofessional to admit, but I think you're extremely handsome and not all my clients are."

Bucky gulps.

"Okay, uh. I also just wanted to say one thing. It's okay if this doesn't... happen. I'm sure you have a lot of success usually but it might not... I might be the exception and I want you to know it's me, not you."

Bucky fidgets uncomfortably in his seat when he finishes. Steve begins to frown but then covers it with a polite smile.

"You're not the problem, James. I'm confident in my abilities to help you."

After a few more questions, guidelines, and safe words. Bucky finds himself sitting on a large bed, naked, much faster than he expects. He feels self-conscious, he does, and at first, Steve tries to start things slow. He takes his time to make Bucky comfortable, touches him ultra carefully like he's fragile. Grazes his cock and balls so gently Bucky barely feels it. It goes on for a while but isn't getting much out of Bucky.

Bucky was well into thinking this wasn't going to work but then, well, Steve must have decided to change his approach. Because before Bucky knows it, he's pressed against a wall with his ass sticking out and Steve's pumping three fingers in and out of him so brutally, Bucky's babbling incoherently.

Maybe it was always this simple? Bucky thought he'd been treated rough in the past but maybe he hasn't. Maybe it wasn't ever rough enough. Because the fervor in which Steve's fucking him with his fingers is making Bucky's legs shake — literally. And the way Steve's talking to him now, it's sending shocks of arousal down to his cock.

"This is what you need," Steve tells him. "You need it just like this. Your body was made for this, honey."

Bucky whines out a little plead that he doesn't think Steve hears. But then Steve removes his fingers.

"Gonna feed you my cock now," Steve warns him. "Nice and hard. Cause that's how you need it."

There's no warning for it. Steve rams his cock inside Bucky with one rough thrust. Bucky cries out and his cock dribbles precome. Which is already more than he's gotten in the past year. Cause god, he really loves this. He does need it like this, he needs it so much. And he'd tell Steve that but he can't find his voice anymore.

Steve's hands thread into his hair and grip handfuls of it tightly. Bucky keens in the tug backward. Why has no one pulled his hair before?

"I'm gonna get this come out of you, sweetheart," Steve growls by his ear. The juxtaposition of his demanding threats and sweet pet names is making Bucky's brain go fuzzy.

"You want that?" Steve yanks his hair back with the question.

Bucky gasps in some air and then whines.

"Use your words, pretty thing," Steve coaxes.

"P-please," Bucky stammers.

"Good boy," Steve praises and Bucky goes limp with the acclaim, his body vibrating off it like a drug.

Steve fucks him mercilessly. Pounding into him without an ounce of caution. Bucky can't get enough. He's practically drooling with his head hanging back, still being pulled by his hair. And he's so close. Closer than he's felt in so fucking long. He's in complete disbelief.

"S-Steve," Bucky manages.

Steve slows his pace and his demanding voice softens.

"You okay?"

"I'm... I'm close," Bucky whispers back in shock.

"Oh. Fuck yes," Steve celebrates and then rails right into him again, picking up the pace until Bucky's full on trembling.

Steve lets his hair go and wraps both arms around Bucky's midsection, drawing him flush against his chest. He keeps fucking him as he nuzzles against Bucky's ear.

"We're gonna get it out of you, baby. I know you can do it. I know you can let go. You're so close."

Bucky moans, desperate for the release. He'll do anything for it.

"You need to come for me," Steve growls aggressively, switching tones like a light switch. It makes Bucky's skin boil hot.

Steve grabs Bucky's leaking cock and starts fisting the shaft as hard as he's fucking him.

Bucky wails and his body keeps tensing in and out, almost letting go but not quite. He's so unbearably close but his body is holding back. By this point, he needs it so bad he could cry.

That's when a tear drops from the corner of his eye. Then another and another. Bucky's body jerks violently and then he's coming harder than he's ever come in his life while sobbing through it.

He's pretty sure he passes out because when Bucky comes to again, he's lying in a bed. Steve's cradling him with one arm while the other hand softly brushes through his hair. Bucky blinks wearily.

"What happened?" Bucky asks.

Steve hums contently.

"I did my job, sweetheart."

[piyesis-yhs]

♡Alijah♡ Yap Session!

I'm really bored so I thought I just might talk about Alijah

To those who know me, you already seen this coming lol. Now, why you may ask? well, as the self-proclaimed captain of the ship...uh I don't know. It just came to be in a dream. 

Long Post

jk, I think I first considered it way back when I first joined the yhs fandom. I tend to ship characters who I find pretty and since Elijah had a cool design, and Alec was my favorite character...well bam! new ship! But shipping these two came with multiple problems, cause one; I was the lone shipper at the time so if I wanted to see fanfics and fanart of them...I had to do it myself...which was eughhh... especially writing the fics cause I am not a writer! And two, they literally never met each other (technically) AND Elijah has around 3 minutes of screen time.

Bro, at the time, a lot of people were tolerating my shenanigans so I knew a lot of people didn't find interest in them until I started drawing them a lot. The key to getting your rarepair noticed and decently well-liked is posting everyone's favorite and then dragging them by the arm to start showing off your blorbos, cause if you post stuff that everyone likes--they'll follow you. When they do, they'll probably tolerate the ship since they're usually just there to see the stuff they like. (like a package deal!)

but besides all that, I think Alijah is pretty neat. there's not a lot about Elijah's character so I had to improvise and my version of his character is the guy who struggles to connect with people because of the lack of childhood he had. I think that it'd be very hard making friends if you grew up committing crimes so Elijah was a loner. (and since it's canon that he and Celeste were homeschooled, they're definitely loners. Not Celeste tho, she's an ambivert and functions better in social environments even if she's also quiet while Elijah just seems introverted.) 

So adding to his character, because of the life he grew up in, He's attached to his sister. He doesn't have that many aspirations in life so he just does what Celeste is doing and usually listens to her when she needs help. I picture him to be like a stray dog--trained, obedient but has no real place where he belongs so he just follows those who he likes. 

I think this is how Elijah and Alec get together in the first place but that was in my winter au, which I won't talk about since most of it is being used for my oc webtoon. However, in the remake version, Alec doesn't feel worthy enough to be with his friends and pursue his feelings for Funneh, so he forces himself to work more since in Alec's mind, he couldn't save himself so he might as well stop trying to have nice things. He ends up on a self-destructive path and now that he's spending more time at work, he gets to know more about Elijah. Their relationship is just co-workers at first, barely talking and there to get the job done, but since Alec is shown to be pretty talkative around his friends--I think he'd try to at least strike up a conversation out of awkwardness.

Eventually, Elijah would start talking too making their relationship less tense and more friendly. If they ever hang out it'll probably be because of a coincidence, like "Oh, hey! You're at this place too :O!" 

if one of them fell in love first, it'd be Elijah since I think it wouldn't be that hard to impress him since he's a loner. with the stray dog stuff, he gets more attached to Alec to the point he'd focus on him more than his sister and when it came to work, his motivations pointed to making sure Alec wasn't killed by Yumi (who at this point in this au was considering it since Celeste was trying to talk her into it--i'll explain this more when I ramble about celesdere.)

Alijah's Dynamic + overall story:

Speaking of their relationship, their overall dynamic wouldn't be healthy. Elijah's the attachment type and Alec's the avoidment type. (match made in heaven! *sarcastic*) Since Elijah didn't have the best childhood, his perception of love is warped. He believes that to love is to give them you're everything and to worship. He learned that from his sister since their parents were always fighting (like oh, they're not in love because they didn't put in the effort in the other person like Celeste was putting in her love for Yumi)

His love for Alec is more obsessive and he becomes more insecure. His goal is to keep Alec by his side since Alec is one of the few people who doesn't mistreat him (since Elijah did have relationships before but they were mostly abusive) With his insecurities, he becomes like Yumi in how he gets easily jealous. He doesn't want Alec hanging out with Funneh, let alone being with his old friends who were enemies of their little crime organizations and it gets to the point he'll imply he'll harm her (but he doesn't since Elijah knew that Alec wouldn't love him anymore so all he really does is cling and tries to get Alec to stay without harming those Alec cares about.)

Now, for Alec! SInce he was pushing himself away from his friends, he stayed with Elijah not because he liked him, but because he was there. he doesn't fully love him the way he loves Funneh. She was perfect in his eyes, He idealized her but when it comes to his coworker, he was a constant reminder of the mess he got himself into and Alec eventually regrets isolating himself since he realized that it's never too late to fix his mistakes and make it up to the people he hurt.

Alec saw Elijah as a convenience since Alec used him to feel better about himself. He needed assurances that he was doing the right thing, that the world didn't have a place for someone like him and it was better to drown with someone else than alone. Elijah was more like someone to comfort him, but since Alec was getting better mentally he didn't really need Elijah so if he tried to break things off Alec would find himself unable to because Elijah's possessive nature would reveal itself. Alec wanted to move on and live better but his boyfriend doesn't let him. 

His feelings for Elijah become complicated. He loved Elijah because Alec found comfort in not having to pretend to be someone he wasn't like he was with his friends and he loved that Elijah stayed knowing they were criminals but he later formed resentment when Alec didn't need him anymore.

While they were dating, as Alec got better he was making plans to betray Yumi and them. He wanted to turn himself in and wanted to take Yumi and the crew with him. However, with Elijah dating him, he hesitates since he still loves him (even if his feelings were shallow at first) Alec knew that if he betrayed them, he would be their or Elijah's target. (think of my Now or Never fic) 

since this is getting jumbled I'll try to figure out where I'm heading with this ramble lol

With Elijah's possessiveness and worship of Alec (giving everything to him like Celeste did with Yumi) he begins to see that something is off with Alec and after a little digging, he finds Alec's betrayal both to their work and relationship-wise because at this point with Alec wanting to get back to his old relationships, his decision to become friends with them again, becoming friends with Funneh again, this was betrayal to Elijah. to him, Alec left their life together to join someone else's. Elijah doesn't take it well because, to Elijah, he was the stray dog who was yet again abandoned. 

either Alec or Elijah would attempt to kill the other if Alec is confronted with his betrayal of Yumi or if Elijah is ordered to try and kill Alec by his sister or Yumi. 

Even if Alec was using Elijah, he still loved him. though his feelings were overridden by his resentment, he loved him. To him, it was shallow but near the end of their relationship, it became more hard to ignore especially when he reconnected with his friends. Think A Pearl by Mistski, he loved him but it wasn't a healthy type of love. it was more like infatuation with familiarity since Elijah was the one who saw the true him. no facade like he wore when he was with his friends.

depending on how evil I feel like being, Elijah will die and his death will become the pearl Alec would have afterward.

uh, I think that's the end of my ramble for Alijah lol, though just in case it needs to be said, I don't condone abusive/toxic relationships! I already got enough of them irl so I do not desire one irl! 

I find the appeal in toxic relationships when it's creating complexities in characters and how It affect their motivations and desires. I care more about their upbringing and escape of them instead of just liking them because of romanticization (which I hope is clear that I'm not doing or desire to do)

with all that out of the way, this is my interpretation of them! :D and only interpretation I believe since I don't think I saw another ramble or hc post about them.1

oh yeah, regarding my fics, they're usually stand-alones so Now or Never isn't canon in this ramble (since this ramble is the main foundation for the stuff I make) so some aus and fics are loosely based on this.

Have a good day/night!

if you see grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes--no you didn't!

[su11yoon]

a queerplatonic relationship with na jaemin !!

“Queerplatonic relationships and queerplatonic partnerships are committed intimate relationships which are not romantic in nature. They may differ from usual close friendships by having more explicit commitment, validation, status, structure, and norms, similar to a conventional romantic relationship.” Wikipedia

contents: lowercase intentional, gender neutral reader, self indulgent, headcanons, queerplatonic relationship/partnership with jaemin, aromantic character(s), friends to friends who hold hands and kiss, not beta read

a/n: i’m writing this after realizing i want this with one of my friends haha

⋆ you had been looking for a roommate and through mutual friends met jaemin who had been needing a place to live

⋆ he moves into your apartment and at first you were nervous you wouldn’t get along, but the two of you hit it off pretty well

⋆ you had the same interests and jaemin just seems like he would be so easy to talk to

⋆ now jaemin is very affectionate, so hugs and words of appreciation are abundant once you get closer

⋆ it first starts off with side hugs and compliments but then it turns into asking to hold your hand while out in public and cuddling together while catching movies

⋆ you’re very comfortable around jaemin and he’s very comfortable around you

⋆ one of your friends asks you about all the touching and you simply brush it off

⋆ because it’s just so nice and awesome and sweet :)

⋆ your friend doesn’t really get it and just kind of. assumes you have a crush on him

⋆ but you don’t, and you know you don’t

⋆ but what if jaemin does like you?

⋆ it wouldn’t be jaemin’s fault if he did have a crush on you, but the thought kind of makes you feel uncomfortable

⋆ it’s odd being viewed in a romantic light and you’re not sure you like it the thought of it

⋆ jaemin notices the lack of affection from you and while he does miss your little cheek kisses and good night hugs he doesn’t wanna say anything and make you uncomfortable :(

⋆ after seeing how jaemin steps back from your friendship you begin to feel guilty because you know he’s probably overthinking it

⋆ you decide to be a responsible and reasonable roommate and have a talk about what’s been going on and why you’ve been kind of off

⋆ you tell jaemin you really enjoy the way you two act, but you don’t think you would ever want a romantic relationship

⋆ you would have hated for him to get the wrong idea from your actions

⋆ jaemin only smiles because :) he also really enjoys how you two function and he’s perfectly fine with never involving romance into your relationship

⋆ phew

⋆ what a relief

⋆ you aren’t dating, but you’re also not, not dating

⋆ you’re more than friends but less than lovers

⋆ it’s a little hard for others to understand but it makes perfect sense to you two

⋆ you hold hands, and you kiss, and you share the same bed, and you say i love you all without any sort of romance in your relationship

⋆ jaemin’s favorite part of the day is when he gets to wrap both of his arms around you and squeeze as tight as he can

⋆ and then he gives you a little smooch on the cheek or wherever he feels like

⋆ and then the two of interlock your fingers whenever you’re out and about <3

⋆ and you force out awkward thank yous whenever someone compliments you on how cute your boyfriend is

⋆ but then at night when it’s time for bed you and jaemin lay next to each other and whisper jokes to each other and try not laugh too loud and it’s like you’re having a sleepover every day

⋆ and it doesn’t really make sense to most people, but it makes sense to you and that’s all that matters

©️su11yoon 2023, please do not translate or repost this anywhere else

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ticci Toby trying to understand a s/o with Chronic Pain

Ticci Toby w/ a reader with chronic pain! (platonic)

no hate to you but im still not quite comfortable with writing romantic for toby!/nm wooo first creepypasta request of this batch lets go we're returning to this blogs roots yipee! this post may be a little blugh since i only just started allowing myself to write for toby and im still trying to get a hold on how i want to write his personality

one of the first ideas that came to my head when i first read this when it was sent in a few hours ago is that theres some level of disconnect... for lack of a better word. i mean toby himself doesnt feel pain, and he has mixed feelngs about it. on one hand he knows it makes him different and that often makes him feel like an outsider. on the other hand, he uses it as an advantage to power through things. the topic is complicated with him, and when it comes to you he doesnt fully understand why you're so careful with yourself; its not as if youre made out of glass

lack of being able to relate, you know?

not to say that he completely invalidates your pains. no, i think the opposite would be true. he cares about you a lot and hes going to hold onto you, and not let go. he is clingy and he is going to be obnoxious about it

i think he makes little notes to remember what helps with you (the admin totally isnt self projecting and giving toby horrible memory, definitely not), as well as leaves little notes for you to find throughout the day. cute ones, encouraging ones.. a little clunky and awkward but hey its the thought that counts!

^usually does the little notes for you on days where hes not going to be available for whatever reason, be it he needs to be put to work or what. honestly i dont think its uncommon for him to go MIA for a few days at a time given the nature of his work as a proxy

totally doesnt shoplift things that you like/will ease your pain. meds, snacks, stuff like that. that he paid for, obviously! nooo its not weird that hes asking to hide out at your house for a few hours he didnt do nothing!

offers to do your chores and stuff (with varying success) so you can lay down and rest. tends to only really offer them on your worse days, again in part to him not fully being able to grasp the level of pain youre in every day. hes trying his best!

gets you movies and games.. sometimes books, heating pads/blankets, things like that as well

less of a comfort guy and more of a distraction guy, definitely not a solutions guy; asides from getting (stealing) things for you, thats about where a lot of his comfort/solutions end, hes more so better prepared to keep your mind off of the pain with conversation and jokes and the aforementioned movies/books/games

definitely helps him to understand if you explain whats going on with you, be it simply saying whats hurting and why or even explaining your diagnosis, gives him something more solid to digest and work off of instead of just basic labels

[wrathofrats]

Feelin a little down ngl, could you write a pack appreciation scene for Cumulus? I love some good body worship for our Ghoulettes <3

Shoves this to the top of current ask pile

I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, I hope everything’s alright

My DMs are open if you want to talk 🫶 open invite for all but, just making it known

I’m not sure if you wanted nsfw or not so I decided to air on the side of caution and make it pretty sfw/more tame than my usual stuff, but if you’d like something more spicy don’t hesitate to send another ask, I hope you feel better beloved!

Cumulus likes to wear her heart on her sleeve. Always one to not be afraid of her emotions and attempt to feel them as they come. Like a gentle breeze or the movement of the clouds on a warm spring day.

Something felt different about the tilt of her mirror. Or maybe it was smudged. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something was wrong, her skirt didn’t move the way she wanted it to, her belt looked wide and awkward around her hips and her sweater didn’t bunch the way she wanted it to.

Her perfume smells sickly sweet on her neck. No longer the fun tantalizing vanilla aroma she grew to love, it was something overbearing and fake, like the taste of bad fondant.

“Lus?”

Cirrus sat on the bed behind her and studied the way cumulus picked at the loose stitches of her sweater. It was more than evident in her posture that she was overthinking something, couldn’t get out of her own head. Cumulus tended to do this sometimes on bad days, go quiet and retreat from her usual bubbly self.

She sighs quietly to herself and unbuckles her belt.

“Lus what’s up?” Cirrus moves to place her hands over cumulus’, stopping her from completely undoing her outfit.

“It’s not right, I don’t know it’s just, I don’t like it today”

“That’s ok, let’s change alright?” Cirrus’ voice is soft as she brushes her thumb against the back of cumulus’s hands. It’s a permission cumulus appreciates, the thought that cirrus wants her to be comfortable, wants to help her be comfortable if at all possible.

Cumulus undoes the last of her belt, tossing it to the side while cirrus grabs a more comfortable outfit from their closet.

It’s hard not to watch her undress, she’s elegant in the way she moves, even if it’s just tearing off her sweater and skirt. The curve of her thighs and the fat that pools over the waistband of her underwear makes cirrus want to kiss her everywhere and stare at her all day.

She’s just more perfect to her than cirrus could ever describe.

Cumulus giggles a bit when she turns to see Cirrus admiring her. “What?”

“I just think you’re pretty”

Cirrus pulls the sweat shirt over cumulus’ head

“Shut up” she laughs again once her head peeks out.

-

The common room isn’t much different in terms of feeling strange. The light was too bright, the seams in her sweatpants brushed against her legs as a constant reminder she was wearing clothes and being perceived in them. Even the coffee smelled more like burnt dirt than anything else to her.

She jumps as Swiss’s arms snake around her waist.

“Whoa easy Lus, what’s up?”

Swiss spins her to look at him. She tries to cover up the sad look in her eye she knows she has but she’s never been able to hide herself, especially from him.

“Just having a day” she mumbles leaning as far back from him as she can. His grip releases in her clearly uncomfortable state.

“Can we do anything for you?” Swiss studies her face for any sign that something else may be wrong.

“No, just need time, I’ll be ok” she mumbles again.

Rain hands her a cup of tea when she walks into the kitchen as phantom stares at her giddily.

“What?” She smiles at him

“Swiss taught me how to put quintessence in it so you feel better” he shoots her a toothy smile

“He’s been so excited about it you don’t understand” Swiss laughs

A shadow looms over her before a hand reaches over her head to hand her a flower.

“We just got some hydrangea blooms in the garden, I know you love them” mountain places his other hand on her shoulder. Cumulus can’t help but smile and lean back into the embrace. They all know mountain simply used his powers to bloom one for her but she lets him believe that she took it at face value. It keeps the fun in everything for her.

Swiss leans back in to sandwich her between mountain and his chest, he loves to hear her giggle as he squeezes just a bit too tight.

“If you crush my flowers I’ll kill you” she wheezes

“Mountain can fix them it’s fine”

“If you crush her flowers I’ll kill you” mountain repeats