#i forget how much i love these guys sometimes

[blushsturns]

heyyy!! first time doing these request things and i dont know how these things go, but can i request on something for a pairing, like probably chronic hermit!reader and social butterfly!chris ?? thanks ✨

title: louder than words

pairing: social butterfly!chris x shy!reader

w/c: 2095

sometimes you really hated how shy you were. people would mistaken your shyness as being rude and it would only make you really flustered and shut down immediately. it wasn't like you were shy on purpose. you always thought you’d grow out of it as you got older, but you never did.

sure, you did talk to people. it’s not like you were mute and never said a word to anybody. you just get really shy and flustered easily and never know what to say, and when to say anything.

all of the words you’d love to say to people sit in the back of your mind, waiting to come out, but the day never comes. it’s quite frustrating being the shy one. people tend to overlook you, forgetting you were even there because you’re so quiet.

“you should talk more” “what, cat got your tongue?” “you’d be a cool person if you actually talked” “do you even know how to speak?” these are some of the things that people say to you or ask you and even though you’ve dealt with it all your life, it’s still frustrating to have to deal with.

the only one who seemed to get you out of your shell was your boyfriend chris. the relationship was still fairly new, you two have only been dating for a month and a half. he was the social butterfly in the relationship.

when you guys went out to get food, he’d say your order. when you needed to make a phone call, chris helped you write down what you needed to say even if it made you stammer on your words to the point where the conversation left you in tears from how complicated it was. when you two would hang out around people, he never pressured you to talk. chris was the talker and you were the listener. he always had your back and knew what to do when you were feeling anxious, timid, or just unable to speak up about something.

he had the patience of a god damn saint and you were so lucky to have him. meeting him and hanging out with him was effortless. he knew how shy you were, but after the first couple hangouts, he got you to open up and get you out of your shell. now? you’re still shy around him, but you’re definitely comfortable and relaxed and you can truly be yourself around him.

chris loved to talk, even if it was about utter nonsense (which it was most of the time). he’d yap about the most random things when you two hung out together. he didn’t mind talking, and you didn’t mind listening. he always gave you opportunities to have the floor if you wanted to speak on anything, but sometimes he could sense that you were overwhelmed and just needed to hear his voice to feel comfortable.

you both laid on his bed while hanging out at his house, your arms wrapped around his waist as you both lay comfortably in his bed. your bodies faced one another, his hands resting against your hips as he continued to go on and on about something silly that him and nick got themselves into last night. after five more minutes of him constantly talking, you bring your index finger up to his lips to shush him, a shy smile appearing onto your face. “baby, quiet.”

his eyebrow raised up in a curious manner as his eyes narrow down to your finger that was still placed against his soft lips. he pressed a soft kiss to your finger before grabbing your wrist to pull your finger away from his lips and brought his hand and yours that was now holding yours to his chest. “i’m talking too much again, ain’t i?”

you nodded your head slowly, a soft giggle emitting from your own lips. “yes, but you know i like listening to you talk, especially about your day, or things that are truly important to you. i just like listening to your voice.”

chris’s lips curved up into a huge grin, his hands moving underneath the fabric of your hoodie and began running his fingertips up and down your bare skin in a slow motion. “you’re so sweet, my precious girl.” he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment as he murmured, “i like listening to you talk. i like you, so much.”

a pink, rosy tint formed on your cheeks and suddenly grew warm at his words, another giggle leaving your lips. “i like you too, chris. thank you for being my social little butterfly.” you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck, running your fingers throughout his tousled brunette locks.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. it’s just in my blood that i am the way i am and it helps you out in the long run too. we make a good match, don’t we?” his fingers travel to your back, lazily running them along your bare skin and causing a shudder to run down your spine at the sensation of his fingers against your cool skin.

you relax against his touch, your fingers continuing to run through his hair as you look down at him with a shy smile staying present on your face. you always felt so comfortable and safe when you were with chris, especially when it was just the two of you laying comfortably together like this without any distractions or outside noise. the two of you could just be yourselves without a care in the world. “we do.” you giggle again, not being able to help the fact that chris always said the sweetest things and made you laugh and smile like you were a child all over again. he made you feel so giddy all the time, but you weren’t complaining one bit. “are you sure you don’t wish i was more talkative? more outgoing?” you bit onto your bottom lip as you stare at him and wait for him to answer.

he immediately shakes his head, pulling your body even impossibly closer to his, your legs intertwining with his and becoming tangled together against the sheets. “absolutely not. i love you for exactly who you are, and all that you are.”

your eyes widened in surprise once you hear those three little words come out of his mouth. you open up your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. you’re speechless, unable to speak, which isn’t unusual for you, but this time you’re genuinely surprised and not sure if he meant to let those words slip from his mouth. your heart begins to pound rapidly in your chest, your body feeling like it’s been electrocuted from the currents rolling through you. “chris, i-“ you stammered on your words, not sure exactly what to say.

you loved him, of course you loved him. how could you not? he was everything you ever dreamt of and more. you never thought you would ever be so lucky to find someone as amazing, patient, kind, and loving as chris, but you did, and you thank your lucky stars every day that you luck was on your side the day you met him.

the day you met him, you were in line at the local coffee shop. you didn’t usually go alone, but your best friend bailed on you and you were already at the coffee shop waiting for her. you had no choice but to try and say your own order to the barista. it was a simple order, really: an iced white chocolate mocha. no substitutions, no adds on. you even had your phone in your hand to say your order properly without sounding like a fool, but the words weren’t coming out of your mouth.

the barista had asked you twice if you wanted something, and if you didn’t, to please move out of the line to let the next guest come up. that next guest was chris, who immediately stepped in. he asked you if he could help and when you nodded and showed him your phone with the order displayed on it, he told the barista what you wanted and what he wanted and paid for you. he asked if you wanted to sit with him since he was there alone as well, his brothers ditching him because they didn’t feel like going. the rest was history and you two have been unstoppable ever since.

chris shook his head, bringing his hands away from your back and placed them onto your face to cup your cheeks in the palms of his hands. “you don’t have to say it back, i promise. i just want you to know that i meant it. i didn’t say it by accident, and i wouldn’t just say it to make you feel better or anything. i meant it. i love you, and i’ve been wanting to say it for awhile, but i wasn’t sure when the right time was. i started to realize that in life, there never really is a right time. life is short and precious, and we shouldn’t waste any time not doing or saying the things we want. so, here i am, telling you that i love you and everything about you. that feeling will never go away for me.” he used the pads of his thumbs to caress your warm, rosy cheeks, his eyes staying fixated on you the entire time.

you felt your heart swelling in your chest as you listened to him speak. your bottom lip began to quiver and you felt your eyes begin to well up in tears. not sad tears, happy tears. relieved, actually. you took in a deep shaky breath, a small laugh erupting from the back of your throat as you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop it from quivering. your heart was racing rapidly in your chest as you brought your hands up to his as they stayed pressed against your cheeks, intertwining your fingers with his. “chris.” you started speaking, your voice soft as you try to gain your courage. you blink back a couple tears, but chris immediately uses his thumbs to wipe them away. “i love you.” was all you could manage to say, your heart feeling like it could soar out of your chest at any given moment.

chris seemed relieved, his body relaxing as his smile only widens. he pulls his hands away from yours that are still intertwined together and places them against his chest, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. “you have no idea how happy that makes me, to hear you say that, and to know you feel the same way. god, i love you.”

before you could reply, he immediately leaned forward with his eyes fluttering shut and pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, delicate kiss. your eyes flutter shut once his lips fall onto yours and instantly melt into the kiss, kissing him back with a bit more urgency, a satisfied hum emitting from your lips against the kiss. your lips moved together in perfect unison, your heart rapidly racing in your chest so fast and so hard that he could probably feel it pressing against his own chest. he moved one of his hands away to place back against the side of your cheek to hold your face in place as he deepened the kiss, his smile only widening against your lips.

after a couple seconds, he pulls away from the kiss and you both catch your labored breathing, his forehead resting onto yours. you open up your eyes, his ocean blue eyes gazing directly into yours with a sweet, gentle smile on his face full of adoration and love. it made your heart swell in your chest and butterflies to roam in the pit of your tummy. “i love you, chris.” you say softly, your heavy breathing lingering against his lips.

he smiles even wider, pressing another soft kiss to your lips, moving his other arm to wrap around your waist to pull you even closer to his body, if possible. “i love you, baby. now come on, let’s get ready. i wanna take my girl out to dinner. she deserves it.”

you were incredibly lucky to have him. he was your social butterfly, your guardian angel, your absolute everything.

you don't know how you got so lucky to find him, but you were thankful everyday for him and you weren’t giving him up, ever.

notes: thank you for the request! if you have any more requests, send them to my inbox! thank you for reading, i love you guys!

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[aokuro-san]

Regarding chapter 293 of Blue Lock… (Comment/Personal opinion)

Okay, I think… I have some things to say about this chapter ending because I see that, in general, the vast majority of fans are quite disappointed. However, I don't think that it's the author's fault (or the authors, in this case). The problem is our own emotionality (which is not a bad thing, but we have already seen that the author leans towards rational and logical decisions when playing a game). We have the point of view of ALL THE PLAYERS, and that, whether you like it or not, provokes a certain empathy in you (if you have it). But the authors DON'T GIVE A DAMN about this. It is said from the beginning: HERE THE IMPORTANT THING IS TO WIN. Nothing else matters (although for us IT IS NOT LIKE THAT, okay).

But going to the chapter…

Without a doubt, I would say that it is one of the most consistent mangas that I have read in a long time. And the mangakas know their characters perfectly and how they are going to act.

Oh, yes, I also wanted Ness to score. Or Kunigami. BUT BECAUSE I EMPATHIZE WITH WHAT THEY HAVE SUFFERED (especially Kaiser's mockery of Ness in front of Isagi��� Ugh. I get pissed off just thinking about it. And look at how Kaiser has suffered too! But he is such a son of a bitch, that he doesn't deserve to win right now, honestly. Of the two, I think that Kaiser is a much worse player than Ness, honestly, and I think that Ness, without him, has more chances of getting ahead).

However, CHANGING IS NOT THAT EASY FOR EVERYONE. Isagi is the KING OF ADAPTABILITY, just as he has been defined in some panels (and he also loves to win -like Ego, haha- and he is quite a fighter and impulsive; a guy determined in his objective). And it is NATURAL that HE is the one who can most easily intercept a goal. Especially because, even though Ness tries, IT IS NOT THAT EASY TO GET OUT OF A CONTROL AND MANIPULATION THAT HAS LASTED FOR YEARS (from the beginning, Kaiser went after him to turn him into his subject…). But we EMPATHIZE, we feel BAD (I confess that I cried my eyes out -this is very hard for me, okay?- with the end of the U-20 because I wished with all my might that Rin would score… But it didn't happen. And it hurt like hell, haha, and I scored volume 17 with one point less just because of that, hahaha). That makes Isagi's goal take away from us, rather than add to us. Although it is LOGICAL and COHERENT that HE IS THE ONE TO SCORE THE GOAL OF ALL THOSE PRESENT (how this boy has improved, haha) due to his ALREADY DEMONSTRATED SKILLS (oh, and he is also quite manipulative -although I don't think he is one hundred percent aware of it-…).

Regarding PxG vs. Bastard München being the worst game of the League, blah blah… I don't agree at all. For me, this one and the one vs. Machine City HAVE BEEN AWESOME. I think the problem lies in the fact that reading the manga in one go is not the same as reading a chapter every X time. So you always have to keep that in mind when reading something published weekly in my opinion. Because if you read the game in one go, I'm pretty sure you'll see the epic battle that was created here, honestly (which is also logical, because we're facing the two best teams in the league and, whether you like it or not, that has influenced why it lasted so long: we're facing very good players (in general) who will give anything for the game… And it has been proven in spades).

On the other hand… I think that sometimes we forget that at one point in the game THERE WERE SEVERAL PEOPLE, including MYSELF, who wished ISAGI TO SCORE (which hadn't happened to me for a long time). And now that he's here… It tastes bitter. Like most of his goals. Because we can't stop thinking about the ones we thought deserved to score; because we have feelings, at the end of the day. But… would we win any game thinking like that? Would we score any goal? Let's think about it seriously, because that's what it poses. Sometimes the objectives of one, unintentionally (or not) crush the objectives of others. Because we can't all be the best. And that's what Blue Lock offers us. A great manga in my eyes.

Anyway… That's what I think, I hope there's PEACE in the comments, because the last time I said something about a manga here on Tumblr they got down on me a bit, hahaha.

Have a nice day!

[fandoms-in-law]

Self Romance

Summary: Steve decided to romance himself for a while after realising the girls he'd been chasing would never treat him the way he'd like.

Author's note: I could take extra hours to convince myself to add speech tags, or I could give my brain a break and leave it as it is. Sorry not sorry.

~

Robin was right to say he sucked.

Steve knew he was off his flirting game and he’d known he could fall for her. Everything kicking off under the mall had only made that clearer, especially since she never let any interaction between them stay one-sided, uneven.

After Nancy that shocked him to notice. Nobody had made that balance for his before and it was only in their biting, sometimes cruel, banter that he realised it. Steve couldn’t zone out and join in the conversation ten minutes later without anyone noticing when Robin was there to needle him and she didn’t let him lead the chatter either, interrupting him anytime he might’ve.

It made accepting her coming out easy; he didn’t want to lose that friendship even if they wouldn’t date as he’d hoped.

Except Steve still wanted romance and dating.

Except maybe he didn’t want to do all the flattering and romancing now, because he wanted someone willing to do that.

Nobody, no girl he dated, however much they shared about their hopes for a relationship, and some had long lists given they rarely got past first dates, included reciprocating things they wanted from him themselves.

~

You’re giving up dating?”

“I think so, or really, I’m going to do what I would for those girls for me now.”

“Are you struggling still? After everything?”

“No! Of course yes, they have our names but that’s not why.”

“Explain it to me.”

~

The mix-tape was the least uncomfortable thing to start with.

Steve had made himself tapes of favourite songs and sad songs before. He’d made them for working out to or for blasting over the pool as he swam and remade a perfect party mix a hundred times so it wasn’t something he couldn’t do.

The discomfort came from picking out love songs he wished were directed to him and adding the sweet comments he was used to directing at girls to the case inlet.

~

“Who are you dating?”

“No one.”

“Then who gave you this?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. You’re meant to tell me this stuff, Steve.”

“Since when.”

“Since we’re friends. Is it Robin?”

“No! It’s no one, probably going nowhere so drop it Henderson.”

“I’ll find out. You know I will.”

“You really won’t.”

“That a challenge, Harrington? You know I’m a genius.”

“Actually great. Focus on that and not uncovering government plots to kill us. Gives me a break from protecting you.”

~

“A romcom? You given up on focusing on yourself now?”

“Nope. I said I’d romance myself and what do we recommend to couples for dates?”

“To guys, horror films for an excuse to hold and protect but for girls and special occasions romcoms, unless there’s a favourite film they can quickly name. Then we judge them if there wasn’t a known favourite.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t forget your favourite candy then.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Wallow in candyless misery.”

~

Steve felt happier than he had in a while, especially in himself. He didn’t have a date or romantic relationship but he saw value in himself now and had never realised that had gone missing, if he’d ever consciously felt it before.

He wasn’t lonely either, because he had Robin, Dustin and all the other kids he looked after and carted around.

~

“How are you hiding her?”

“Hiding who? We were talking about your devils and democrats game and I’m not hiding anything for Munson.”

“Whoever gave you this! You never see anyone else so how are you sneaking her around? Is it a penpal?”

“No, it’s a tape.”

“Steve’s got a mix-tape? From who?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to find out for months.”

“We’ll help.”

~

Steve snickered to himself as he paid.

The Sinclairs were in the shop and had spotted the flowers he’d decided to buy when pausing to say hello.

He’d brought himself flowers a few times now, first to test how much he actually wanted to romance himself but now it was really because having them made his kitchen feel less lonely.

Since spotting the flowers, Lucas and Erica kept fetching things from whichever aisle he was in, trying to see if he spoke to anyone else. For once the kids being nosey was funny and harmless so he didn’t mind letting them think there was a relationship he wasn’t sharing.

~

“You’re dating again?”

“Occasionally, if I actually like them. Maybe if I show you how to get a date you’ll ask Vickie out finally.”

“Not likely. I’m telling the kids it went wrong with your mysterious mix-tape giver.”

“Fine, but they still won’t give up trying to find out who it is.”

“I’ll take that bet cause I think Dustin will swap straight to playing matchmaker for you instead.”

~

Steve had started romancing himself to ensure his wants were met without heeling like he was begging strangers to get it. Now he carried it on because he’d finally managed to accept he was a full person worth it all, single or not.

[cubtales]

[exactlysizzlingdonut]

Gackt.

[uss-feynman]

orion trill girl save me. save me orion trill girl

[icyfox17]

i love seeing how different people format their drafts/docs for their stories, it's so lovely seeing the personality on the page sobsobsosbos

people are so cool...

[silverselfshippingchaos]

pals listen I know he like. Attempted murder in this scene, but...

[bisaster-energy]

polyamory is real I think hancock invented it or something

[clownakai]

Deep sigh. Yeah sure I'll give Subaru a Lilligant

[ranger-danger]

I need to make a comic of Neera semi desperately semi frustrated trying to explain to Faron that no, developing random magical abilities, over night, after nightmares is infact, not that normal.

[cherrylight]

dreamily sighs and screams

[slingbats]

I am going to need that rewrite on my desk by tomorrow, 12 point font, times new roman, double spaced

noOOOOOO IT'S TOO MUCH WORK!!! I DON'T HAVE TIME AND I DON'T CARE ENOUGH........ girl help!

my rewrite where uhhhhhhhhhh. everything is the same except the writers actually care about female characters. a lot of decisions were made because of actresses no longer being available so plotlines like fish's are more or less the same but like, Ivy either gets to grow up normally or is never a child at the beginning to start with (you can go the weird plant body route if you have to keep her relatively younger since this is a prequel ig), and I don't... even know what to make of KK or Isabella, and Sofia should just be fucking. dont tell me there isn't a single female italian bodybuilder who can act, I don't believe you. let her be buff. let her take up space. let her be huge and wear vintage fashion.

also Oswald is fat and trans

[1way2mars]

kazutora is so cute i just want to squish him and give him a lot of kisses and take care of him and listen to whatever he has to say i simply love this guy so so much

[sapsolais]

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[elytrafemme]

i understand that remembering birthdays is Super Ultra Crazy Hard and whatnot like i get it, by all means i GET it, but if ONE more person fucking forgets when my birthday is i’m going to cancel any plans i was planning to make on my birthday and not see a single fucking person for that entire week. come hell or high water. [do not rb]