#i love when people throw compliments as they’re leaving like they’re doing it before their courage runs out

[thy-lovelylionheart]

I’m wearing my Demon Slayer earrings (the ones Tanjiro wears) while I wait for my food at the cafe and this late-20s man walked past and as he was going through the door to leave he said “I like your hanafudas!” and I hurriedly blustered out a “thanks!” and haven’t stopped smiling since

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Jealous Dick Grayson x reader, where reader is popular among guys and tends to get love letters and confessions along with boys flirting with her

Jealous! Richard Grayson x Reader

Jealous! Richard Grayson who constantly notices when other guys are giving you extra attention, whether it's in person or online. He'll try to play it cool at first, but you can see his jaw tighten whenever someone flirts with you, even if they don't mean it seriously. He might even make an offhand comment like, "Some guys really have no boundaries, huh?"

Jealous! Richard Grayson who doesn't care if you're just being friendly with someone—if a guy compliments you, he's already thinking about ways to subtly remind them that you're taken. He’ll go out of his way to walk you to class, making sure everyone knows you’re with him. He’s not afraid to "accidentally" bump into someone who's getting too close to you.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who gets super quiet whenever you mention receiving a love letter or a confession. He’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him, but the way his hand clenches into a fist betrays his feelings. You’ll catch him staring at the letter with a look of frustration, like he's ready to track down the guy who sent it.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who becomes hyper-aware of every little thing when you're around other guys, his eyes tracking every move. He’ll hover a bit too close when you're talking to someone and casually throw an arm around your shoulders. His protective instincts come out, and he just wants to remind everyone that you're his.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who tries his hardest to make sure you feel appreciated and special—because he's not going to let any guy steal your attention. He’s always the first one to plan surprise dates or little thoughtful gestures. It’s his way of making sure you know he values you, especially when he sees other guys doing the same.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will straight-up glare at any guy who tries to hand you something—a love letter, a bouquet, anything—without even trying to hide it. He’ll offer a tight-lipped smile before ushering you away, keeping you close to him as if to say, "You're mine."

Jealous! Richard Grayson who acts like he’s okay when a guy confesses their feelings for you, but his eyes will narrow and you can feel the tension in the air. When the guy leaves, Richard will lean in close and quietly say, “You know I don’t like when people think they can just claim you like that, right?”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when someone sends you a flirty text or message, will just casually swipe your phone away before you even have a chance to respond. He doesn’t mind being playful about it, but deep down, he’s a little annoyed that someone thinks they can get your attention like that.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who might seem like the calm, cool guy everyone loves, but when it comes to you, he’s more like a fierce protector. If he even thinks someone’s crossing a line with you, he’s quick to step in. He’ll calmly remind them that they’re crossing into dangerous territory.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, after a guy compliments your appearance or says something nice, will immediately take your hand and guide you away. Once you're out of earshot, he’ll casually say, “You don’t need them to tell you how amazing you are, I’ve got that covered.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when a guy tries to confess their feelings for you, might smile and nod politely, but his body language will immediately shift. You’ll catch him standing a little straighter, his posture becoming more rigid as if silently claiming his territory.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, after receiving a particularly romantic confession directed at you, might joke, “I guess some people don’t know when to take the hint.” He tries to make light of it, but you can tell by his expression he’s a little more upset than he’s letting on.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when he sees another guy trying to buy you a gift or treat you in any special way, will jump at the chance to one-up them with something even more thoughtful. It’s not about the gift, but about showing that you're his and no one else can outdo him.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, if he catches someone giving you too much attention, will insist on being extra affectionate in front of them. He’ll wrap his arm around your waist, kiss the top of your head, and make sure everyone knows that you're taken.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, despite his usual confidence, might get insecure when you talk about receiving a lot of attention from others. He’ll try not to show it, but you’ll notice how his gaze becomes distant, as if he's comparing himself to all the other guys vying for your affection.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, when a love letter is slipped into your gym locker, will act as though it’s not a big deal—until he reads it. Afterward, he’ll give you a pointed look and say, “We need to have a little chat about boundaries and respect.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will give a teasing, yet protective grin when someone tries to flirt with you in front of him. He’ll place a hand on your shoulder or back, claiming you as his without saying a word. His eyes will make it clear that you belong to him.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who, if you tell him you got another confession, might hide his frustration by pretending it doesn't bother him. But later, he'll make sure to show you how much he values you by planning a grand gesture that only you would appreciate.

Jealous! Richard Grayson who will joke about how many love letters you get, but deep down, he’s keeping track of every single one. Whenever someone else confesses their feelings, he’ll say, “You know, I’m pretty sure you’ve got a whole fan club at this point.”

Jealous! Richard Grayson who might act overly protective when you're just talking to a guy—like standing too close to you or being a little more possessive than usual. If someone makes you uncomfortable, he’ll be the first to step in and defend you, even if it’s subtle.

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[httpvomitello]

Heya girl, greetings from Colombia, I'm very curious about what the Bay Turtles would do when they meet their s/o's parents and they are two men, something like their s/o is adopted.

Hello Colombia, greetings from Brazil! I hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leo would approach the situation with respect and diplomacy, just like he does with everything

He’s the type to do his homework ahead of time

So he’d ask you about your family dynamic, wanting to make sure he knows how best to show respect to both of your dads

When he meets them, he’s calm and collected

He’ll shake their hands and thank them for raising such a strong and kind person like you

Leo’s all about showing respect to family

So he’ll be polite, courteous, and maybe a little formal at first

Internally, though, he might be a little nervous because he knows how important this meeting is for you

He wants to make a good impression and show your dads that he’s a reliable partner

He’ll even talk about the ways he looks out for you, subtly trying to assure them that you’re in good hands

They don't need to know how good Leo really is with his hands...

By the end of the meeting, Leo would have earned their respect

And he’d feel a sense of relief, knowing that they approve of your relationship.

Raph’s immediate reaction when he finds out you have two dads?

“Cool. Let’s do this.”

He’s not one to get caught up in formalities or worry about it too much

Raph isn’t intimidated by much, but he does want to make sure your dads know he’s serious about you

He might be a little quieter than usual at first, trying to gauge how your dads feel about him

Raph’s not the best with meeting new people, so there’s definitely a little bit of awkwardness

He’s aware of how big he is and how he can come off as intimidating, so he tries to tone down the tough-guy act, at least in front of them

When he talks to them, Raph would be honest, straightforward, and a little protective

If your dads try to poke fun at him or grill him a bit, Raph can take it, and he’ll probably throw a joke right back at them

Once he feels like they’re comfortable with him, Raph relaxes and lets more of his personality show

He’s won them over with his loyalty to you and his straightforward nature

He might not be a “meet the parents” kind of guy, but he’ll leave knowing he did right by you.

Donnie would be a little nervous going into this

Meeting parents is always a big deal, but meeting two dads?

Donnie would definitely feel the pressure

He’ll probably try to bond with them over something intellectual, like science or technology

If either of your dads has any interest in that, Donnie will take the opportunity to dive into a conversation about it, and before long,

He’s geeking out and feeling more comfortable

If they’re not into that, Donnie will shift gears and be as polite and respectful as possible

He wants to make sure they know that he’s totally supportive of your family dynamic and that he respects your dads deeply for raising you

He might also fidget a little, worried he’s saying the wrong thing, but once he realizes they’re cool and accepting of him, he’ll calm down

In the end, Donnie will likely impress them with his smarts and how genuinely he cares about you

Mikey’s all about positivity and love, so when he hears you’ve got two dads, he’s immediately pumped

“Two dads? That’s awesome!”

He sees it as a chance to make twice the impression, and Mikey’s all about winning people over with his charm

When he meets them, Mikey’s full of energy, throwing out compliments and cracking jokes

He’s the kind of guy who’d win over your dads within the first few minutes with his infectious personality

He’s got no problem talking about how much he cares about you and will definitely hype you up in front of them

Mikey would also be super affectionate, not in a clingy way, but just showing that he’s really into you

He’ll say stuff like, “I’m the luckiest turtle in the world to be with your kid,” and your dads will appreciate how genuine he is

By the end of the night, Mikey’s probably convinced them to join in on a game or some fun activity, and they’ll be laughing along with him

Your dads would walk away knowing that Mikey’s got a heart of gold and that he’s going to treat you with all the love and care you deserve

[boydepartment]

quiet nights- hwang hyunjin x reader

a/n: i am sorry this was completely self indulgent :( ik i have requests rn but like… i finished all my work and im just laying down next to my mom watching hyunjins vlogs on the tv so this is FOR ME :(( your girl has been a little tired lately and mentally stressed i usually don’t even write or take requests for skz anymore but……………. omg what’s that behind you???!!!?

warnings- none, fluff, they just talk in the hotel room. not proof read.

wc- 400-500

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curling up beside your cool hotel pillows was the standard while traveling. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to get back to the hotel room until later tonight. hyunjin was a busy man and his errands for this trip were later than your errands. your errands finished when his started, so needless to say you really missed him.

you fumbled around trying to get comfortable in the dim hotel room, you had all the lights off and you could see the city lights from the open curtains.

since the room was so high up you felt comfortable leaving them open, there was no balcony or any openings so you could enjoy truly enjoy the view of the bustling city.

you sat up and took a seat by the window, taking the throw blanket you and hyunjin bought from your last trip with you.

it was amazing to you that there was so many people living so many different lives, so many lights to signify different things. before you knew it you had grabbed the sketchbook and charcoal out of your bag. hyunjin had bought you and him art supplies while you were out earlier.

you started to sketch out the city in front of you, so focused on the scene. you wanted to challenge yourself to not try and erase or clean up your lines unless it was with the medium.

your brows furrowed and you started to get in your head, not even realizing your boyfriend was back in the hotel room. hyunjin thought you were asleep so he set down the bags of surprises quietly. when he walked further into the hotel room he saw you sitting by the window with the sketchpad in front of you. smiling to himself he watched you for a bit, changing from his outdoor clothes to indoor.

once he was done he went up to you and put his hand on your shoulder, the thin piece of charcoal snapped and you looked up at him.

“you scared me.” you felt yourself laugh a little before smiling up at him. hyunjin looked down at you, his smile never leaving his face.

“i’m sorry, my intended…” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you.

you smiled into the kiss and set the art stuff down on the small table.

“let’s get your hands cleaned up and then we can head to bed alright? it’s late…” hyunjin caressed your face and kissed your forehead. you nodded and you both walked to the bathroom.

he helped you wash the charcoal off your hands as he told you about his day, “then this lady complimented my jewelry and i found out she was some like high political power that i didn’t even know!” hyunjin whispered through giggles.

“when did you find out?” you asked, giggling aswell, your boyfriend always found himself in weird positions like this.

hyunjin started laughing again, “literally four people came up to me and were like, ‘do you know who that is?’ and obviously i was like ‘nooooo what?’”

that sounded like something he would do and you could so clearly imagine it, “how does this keep happening to you?”

he dried off your hands and kissed your palms, “i don’t know my love! people just talk to me i guess. i don’t even know what they’re saying half the time.”

you started to giggle again and you guys walked over to the bed and got in. it was finally comfortable to you with your boyfriend next to you.

“so tell me about your day?” he laid on his side facing you, tracing your hands with his fingertips, “i had to leave when you got back so i didn’t get to ask…”

“it was busy, i had to talk to a lot of people too, not political powers though.” you teased him, he threw his head back and laughed.

“but it was good, i walked around a bit when you left, picked up a couple things for us too. there’s leftovers in the small fridge.” you spoke softly. hyunjin nodded and scooted closer to you, you could tell he was getting tired. sleep finally knocking on his door.

“i found… i found a nice cafe…” he yawned and pulled you closer to him, “healthy food… nice breakfast…” hyunjin started to shut his eyes.

you relaxed in his arms and started to place with the ends of his hair, “want to go there for breakfast tomorrow?”

he nodded, “then a museum…”

“then a museum…” you repeated and smiled to yourself, sleep starting to come for you too, “we better get rest then…”

hyunjin nodded into your neck, “mhm….” humming.

“i love you..” you whispered, your hand moving back and forth on his back.

“i love you most..”

[fashionteahouse]

Can I request a embry call x reader where the reader is a natural flirt and without meaning to she could make anyone even girls blush cause she’s naturally pretty and even tho embry is secure in their relationship he can’t help get jealous when the boys decide to have a little fun and flirt back

alright working right on this!😊 hope you enjoy :)

miss camaraderie - embry x reader

Everything was secure and steady with Embry. It seemed like eternity to get to this point though. You had a crush on Embry but he wouldn’t pick up on the subtle signs you tried to throw at him. You had to straight up tell him, you liked him. This made Embry ecstatic. He couldn’t believe this beautiful girl was his partner.

You and Embry were at the store, to pick up balloons for Sam’s surprise birthday party. You hand the cashier the money for pay for the items. The cashier takes the cash and before she could open the register you take a look at her nails.

“Oh my goodness. Your nails are gorgeous.” You say and peek through your lashes to watch her reaction. She’s flattered.

She smiles and says, “Oh! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. They’re super cute. Let me see?” You suggest. She reaches her hand over and allows you to take her hand, your thumb tracing over her knuckles as you peer over the designs.

“Wow. So pretty.” you softly say and give her a smile. Her face is flushed and she’s beaming brightly.

You and Embry are leaving out, items in hand. A woman with a cute outfit, that you would even wear, is entering the store.

“Okay gorgeous!” you gush towards the woman. She looks up, turn a bit to see if you’re talking to her, she takes her finger and points at herself to see if you were gifting her the compliment. You nod to reassure.

“Awww thank you, you’re so sweet.” she says. “Wait hold on. Do a spin.” you say to big up her outfit even more. She smiles and laughs at this and does a little twirl.

“Girl, your outfit is cute too!” she says to you, to pay you back for the kind compliment, appreciating you boosting her confidence for that day.

You take two fingers, press them to your lips and blow a small kiss and wave your two fingers up and down, in a bye motion, and give her your best smile. She’s as red as a tomato, smiling from ear to ear, and she takes a lock of hair to put behind her ear and shyly looks at the ground.

You and Embry pull up to Sam and Emily’s, Embry lets you in, holding the door for you. “Thank you handsome.” you say to him sultry tone. He chuckles and follows you in.

“Y/N! Embry!” Emily greets you two and you take turns giving her a hug. She was letting the cake she pulled out of the oven to rest on stove before putting the frosting on.

“Can you two please tie the balloons on the chairs?” She asks. You of course comply. “Love your dress Em. Sam’s gonna go crazy.” you tell her.

She chuckles, amused, “Aw thank you Y/N.”

Just then, Paul and Jacob comes in. Jacob is laughing and Paul is looking annoyed.

Embry looks over and now has a smile creeping on his face.

“What?” he asks, knowing something happened to cause such reaction, he had to hear this.

“Man..Paul got turned down..it was SO funny.” Jacob says while laughing holding his ribs as he remembers the encounter.

Embry chuckles, “Why?”

“Because hes ugly that’s why.” Jared then says from the living room. This only makes people laugh harder.

“You’re not ugly Paul, it’s her loss.” you tell him eye to eye to cheer him up.

Jacob comes over and wraps an arm around you and says, “It’s okay Y/N, you don’t have to lie to him to make him feel better.” this caused more snickers in the room.

“Leave him alone.” You tell Jacob and shrug his arm off. “If I could take you on a date, I would.” you say in Paul’s direction.

“So..If you weren’t with Embry, you would date me.” he says with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t complain.” you say and then lick your lips a bit, this makes his eyes dart to them. You didn’t mean to do it, your lips were just a bit dry. Honest.

You and others move into the living room and Kim is in there chilling on a couch flicking through the television. Once she catches sight of you, her eyes light up and hugs you.

“Y/N!” she pulls back and looks at what you have on, “Cuteeee.” You just turn to the side and lift the back of your leg up a little.

“Right. Your legs look great in that skirt.” Paul comments as he sits down.

Embry comes in and takes your hand and sits you down in a loveseat with him.

Moments later, Emily rushes in with a smile on her face, “Hurry turn the lights out and hide! Sam is coming with Quil any minute now.” she says in a whisper shout.

Everyone is in a frenzy trying to hide, bumping into one another, giggling, and everyone is settled. As soon as Sam walks in with Quil, you all jump up and say, “Surprise!” and hug him. This makes him laugh deep within his chest, kisses his partner, super happy to walk into such a great surprise.

Emily brings everyone in to cut the cake and Quil swipes a small dot of icing, when no one’s looking and put it on your cheek.

“You get on my last nerve!” you say to him, he doesn’t care he’s too busy laughing at your reaction.

“Here hang on.” Quil says and wipes it off with his finger and as you’re watching him, he slowly sucks it off his finger. This made you bite your lip due to being shy about to situation.

While you all are eating cake, you notice Embry being quieter than usual. Usually he joins in the jokes. “Are you alright?” you ask him in a whisper and rub on his back. He looks at you and nods but you know he’s lying.

You get up to throw your paper plate away and Paul needs to get pass to get a napkin. “Excuse me.” he says and puts his hands, low on your waist to move past. Embry is already in the sitting room and when you come in. You’re walking towards him and trip, before you could touch the ground, Jacob holds you up. “My hero.” you say in dramatic way and give him a hug, “You smell good. Mmm”. He did smell good, his cheeks start to turn pink and clear his throat a bit.

You sit down and Embry looks at you, like he’s trying to figure something out. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

“I’m going for a walk. Want to join me?” He asks you. You nod with willingness.

He’s up and you follow him out of the door and it’s quiet for a moment until he comes up with something to say.

“Y/N..are you happy?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask in confusion and take his hand, you suddenly get nervous. “I mean…Are you happy?” you ask nervously.

“Of course! Look…I guess…” he starts but then shakes his head in a never mind manner.

“No, what is it?” you press on and touch his arm.

“You’re giving them the wrong idea….the pack I mean.” he finally says.

“How?”

“When you say certain things or do certain things… it’s like you’re leading them on. It seemed like you were flirting with them this whole time we’ve been here.” he says. You think for a minute.

“I mean…How would you feel if I hugged one of your friends and tell them if I weren’t with you, I would date them. Or tell them they smelled good. Things like that.” He explains. He makes perfect sense.

“Ohh..I see… I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to be nice. That’s all. I’m really sorry Em.” You sincerely tell him and take both of his hands and rub them to let him know you actually mean it.

He shrugs and looks down, “It’s alright. I don’t mind if you’re nice but there’s a thing of being..too nice. You know?” You nod at this.

“I’m happy with you. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just save all of that just for you. I’m so happy that you’re in my life right now. I don’t want to do anything that will screw it up.” You say and softly smile at him. He reciprocates this action.

“I’m happy with you too,” he says and puts an arm around your shoulders and you intertwine your one hand with his and put the other hand around his waist, “The guys are not going to read between the lines. You show them an opportunity, they’re going to run with that.”

“I guess you’re right.” you tell him and want to show your affection with lips. You kiss him on his fingers, you look up at him and he’s staring down at you and leans down and you two share an affectionate kiss.

“I guess I’ll tell Paul that he’s ugly.” you say to bring light to the situation.

It works because your Embry is now laughing, it makes you laugh too. His happiness is contagious and it makes your heart overfill with joy and love for the person you are with.

[seeingivy]

blessing

megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

you and fushiguro talk about names

content: nothing, light mentions of blood

an: your consolation prize - a megumi draft while I edit you belong with me gojo. if your name has a meaning, im sorry it doesn't anymore.

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“Do you think names are important, Megumi?” 

Megumi flutters his eyes open and squints in the dark to direct his gaze to you. You’re splayed right against his bare chest, nimble fingers drawing indiscernible shapes onto his skin. He knows you can’t sleep after missions, which is the only reason he allows your needless rambling at four in the morning. 

“Is this another of those angel sign things Nobara taught you?” he groans, lifting a hand to place it in your hair, the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting into his space. 

“It’s angel numbers and astrology signs.” you respond, lightly nudging him with your elbow.

“That stuff isn’t real.” 

“Maybe not Megs, but it’s fun to think about.” 

You look over at him and Megumi can feel his heart thumping in his chest, your expectant eyes staring at him as you wait for a response. And he hates that your stupid eyes always make him give in. 

“Okay, fine. Tell me.” 

You grin and readjust yourself so you’re propped up on his chest, so you can get the perfect vantage point of the grumpy face he’s going to make at you. 

“Some people think names have power. Like, depending on what the meaning of your name is, that can affect how you act and who you are and stuff.” 

He frowns, reaching forward to flick you on the forehead, before grabbing your hand and resting your knuckles against his lips. 

“So you’re saying, if we named our kid asshole, he’d be an asshole?” 

“Our kid would be an asshole because you have an attitude problem. Not because we named him asshole.” 

He rolls his eyes, reaching forward to pinch your cheeks. 

“But think about it, Megs. For example, Yuu’s name means relaxed and caring. Don’t you think that fits him?” 

“Itadori is anything but relaxed, Y/N.” 

“Okay, well. It’s half true. Nobara means thorny. Doesn’t that compliment her cursed technique?” 

“Uh huh. I still don’t buy it.” 

“Or Gojo-sensei. Satoru means understanding, like enlightenment. He’s literally the strongest sorcerer.” 

Megumi wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up closer to burrow his face into your neck. He loves the smell of your shampoo, of your flowery perfume - but loves it even more when he can smell it on himself the next day. 

“You talk too much, Y/N.” 

“Do you know what your name means Megumi?” 

“No. I’ve never really thought about it.” 

“Your name means blessing.” 

Megumi has never wondered about his name or what it means. All he knows is that when he was younger his dad and Tsumiki’s mom disappeared one day, leaving the two of them alone. That is until Gojo showed up. 

And unlike you, he’s never really thought about these things. Star signs, Enneagram personality types, birth charts, angel numbers. According to you, they’re little signs - from the celestials, the universe, something out there bigger than you two. 

Granted, he knows you’re being silly. That you don’t really believe it. But he can’t help but wonder. If his parents saw him and picked out the perfect name. Or if they saw a baby book and closed their eyes and pointed till they found one they liked. If they named him blessing, because they thought he was one. 

If they were intentional in their love for him, like you have been for the past year, the two of you have been dating. You leave a glass of water on his nightstand, so he makes sure to drink water in the morning. Pick up his drycleaning when you’re on your way home, insisting that it’s no trouble and you’re already there. Tell him to throw pennies in fountains and make a wish just because. 

“I think it fits perfectly, Megs.” you whisper, tracing a little star onto the side of his arm. 

He doesn’t respond, his blue eyes focused on the ceiling above you too. 

“I just mean. Gojo-sensei was probably really lonely after everything that happened with Getou. But you were around and he had you with him, so he wasn’t really lonely. And-and I know Yuuji appreciates being here with you and that he really admires you. Nobara too and-” 

“Y/N.” 

You think back to the mission, earlier today. And it keeps replaying through your mind, every time it’s quiet enough to think about it. 

You let your guard down for a few seconds. A few seconds too many because when you and Yuuji turned around, he was on the floor - thick, red blood spilling out of his forehead. And really, if you weren’t busy discussing what souvenirs to buy on the way out, if you were paying attention, maybe you wouldn’t be the one dragging him back to Shoko’s and watching from a distance with such an intense guilt that it made your stomach burn. 

“I think you’re a blessing too, y’know? Maybe I don’t say it all the time, but I do. I guess it’s just hard to say how you feel sometimes when…I don’t know, we could die tomorrow Megs and-”

Megumi brings his hand back up to your hair, brushing through the tangles at the back as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You know Megumi. His hand in your hair - to drop it, to let it go. The kiss on your head - that he’s already looked past what happened. 

“What does your name mean, Y/N?” 

“Dunno. Couldn’t really find it in the books or anything.” 

--

You wake up to the left side of the bed empty, the mattress cold and missing a Megumi shaped space. His glass has been drained on the nightstand, meaning he’d probably left already for breakfast. You quickly pad back to your own dorm and pull your uniform on, before joining them all for breakfast. 

You join the three of them at the desk - already loudly arguing about god knows what. You place a hand on Megumi’s shoulder as you slide into the seat next to him, granting you a small smile from him. He places a hand on your thigh and squeezes, another one of Megumi’s silent messages. 

You’re okay. 

Nobara and Yuuji are holding up the name book you had looked at the day prior, Nobara pinching the end of his ear as they argue. 

“This name thing isn’t true. You’re full of shit.” Yuuji complains, pushing the book towards you and Megumi. 

You open up the book, already open to Yuuji’s name at the end of the book. 

“Who the fuck said I thought it was true? It’s just fun to look at.” Nobara responds.

“Well, why did you bring it up? You’re acting like you’re connected with some celestial body shit but you’re just making stuff up.” Yuji responds, standing up. 

The three of them stand up, packing up their things as they get ready to head to training on the field with the second years. You’re still stuck on the book - flipping through to check everyone’s names. Gojo, Shoko, Toge, Maki. 

As you flip through the pages, you note a dark indentation on one of the pages in the middle, and quickly try to flip through to find it again. 

“You coming?” Megumi asks, bag slung over his shoulder at the door. 

“Yeah. I’m coming, give me a second.” 

The three of them shrug as they walk out, their incessant chattering still heard from the window outdoors. You finally find the page and the dark blotches of writing at the bottom. 

Someone’s written in the book, with a black marker. You recognize the handwriting immediately, Megumi’s freakishly neat handwriting inscribed in the book. 

Y/N. Meaning: love or warmth. 

You quickly shut the book and run out, where the three of them are already walking to class. Nobara and Yuuji are now peering over her phone, looking at god knows what, which you take as your opportunity to grab Megumi and lightly drag him back. 

“Megs.” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you write in the book?” 

He rolls his eyes, lightly nudging you with his elbows, as you guys keep walking on. 

“No. I didn’t.” 

“Yes. You did. I know your handwriting, idiot.” 

“No. I didn’t. And even if I did, so what? The book was missing your name.” he responds, pinching his eyebrows as he looks at you.

“Okay. So you did write in it. But you can’t just give my name a meaning, we don’t even know if that’s true.” 

“All words have made up meanings. If someone came up to us and told us that trees are actually called birds, we’d start calling them birds.” 

“Okay but-” 

“I decided. That’s what your name means. Because that’s what you are. Now, be quiet and focus on training.” he responds.

He drops your hand and walks past, stretching in between Nobara and Maki as the group of them start stretching out. He looks over and gives you a soft smile, the one he only reserves for you, and you can only think that you truly are blessed, to be loved by someone like him.

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[katsu28]

hi my lovely kait!

i saw your requests were open and i actually was thinking about if ive ever requested smth from you before (i think maybe once but im not sure)

i was wondering if i could get ‘Kissing away their tears’ with charles but i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do it with anyone else as well! i’ve been craving some hurt/comfort.

love you and have an amazing day <33

hali!!! love u love u thank u for being so sweet <3 here's some hurt and (hopefully) some comfort for u!

charles leclerc x reader, 1.4k. request something from here!

You can tell that Charles is dejected the moment he climbs out of the car. He doesn’t have that spring in his step he usually gets after an exhilarating race, and his feet drag on the asphalt as he trudges over to the weighing station with the rest of the grid, barring the podium goers. 

Carlos finished high up in the points, which is a win for Ferrari and you know Charles is happy for him, but you can’t imagine what it must feel like to constantly miss out on points and positions while his teammate consistently comes out in the top five every time. 

Formula One is a different breed of competition—your teammate might be your friend, but they’re also one of your biggest rivals. You fight to keep your seat, race after race, season after season, and this downhill spiral Charles has been in ever since his home win has been disheartening to say the least. 

You don’t know much about the strategy of it all, but you know Ferrari’s hasn’t been working out for him. He’s had a rough go of it lately, and your heart hurts for him. 

Charles looks up to where he knows you are, lifting his hand in a haphazard wave at you before being ushered away to the media pen. You’ll wait for him where you always meet him after races.

Somehow, he looks even more defeated than before as he trudges into his driver room after post race interviews conclude. He throws his paddock pass off to the side. You’re sitting up on the countertop, legs swinging mindlessly, only stilling when Charles shuts the door behind him. 

“Hey,” You say softly, gently. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” He tries his attempt at a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You hold out your arms, and immediately, Charles steps forward, folding himself into your embrace. You know Charles well enough to know that he won't believe you if you compliment him right now, so you don’t. You sit with him in the heavy silence instead, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’m sorry I could not do better.” 

“You did the best you could with what you were given, Charles,” You say assuringly, rubbing a hand over his shoulders. He sighs long and hard, like you’re just telling him what he wants to hear. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Can we just go back to the hotel now?” He asks quietly, muffled because of how his face is buried into your neck. “I’m done for today. Anything else can wait until tomorrow.” 

“Of course,” You hum, carding a gentle hand through his hair one more time before releasing him. Before he can get too far, you kiss him, short and sweet. He smiles then too, a little bigger than before, but still quite sad. 

Charles puts on a pleasant facade as you make your way through the paddock back to the car park, taking pictures with waiting fans, signing things for them if he can reach them like most drivers do whilst leaving the track. Most of them are sweet to him. They tell him to keep his head up and believe, that a few bad races don’t discredit how talented of a driver he is. 

There’s a few hecklers as usual, upset fans who’d made bets on Charles’ performance and lost that money, people who say he could be doing so much better—as if them telling him that would magically make everything alright again. You give your own deadpan stare to that lot from where you hover a good distance away from him, not caring that they can definitely see you. 

Charles may be media trained, but you’re not. You have no problems with shutting up a few twats with your expertly crafted death glare. Fred Vasseur might call you in for a meeting with the PR team if he sees the photos on social media, but you don’t care. 

The car ride back to the hotel is understandably silent, but Charles still holds your hand tightly, rubbing absentminded circles along your skin because it soothes him, every so often lifting it to press a kiss to your knuckles. You don’t push him to talk, and you don’t think you need to. You know him well enough to know he’ll let you in when he’s ready. 

Dinner is room service and holds a little more conversation, though you can tell Charles is still off in his own world, thinking about everything that’s gone wrong these past few races, wondering if he could’ve done anything to get a better outcome. 

You come out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, well and ready to go to sleep and forget this day, but instead you find your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looks up, and you can tell he’s been trying hard not to cry. 

Glassy eyes stare back at you, the beautiful green eyes that you adore filled with so much pain and sadness it makes you want to cry too. His teeth dig hard into his bottom lip, but it still wobbles just the slightest. 

It isn’t until you’re across the room, sliding on your knees to hug him against you that the final string holding Charles up snaps, and he leans into you heavily, pressing his face against your shoulder with a shuddering breath. He cries and cries, and you let him, holding him as tight as you can just so he knows you’ve got him. 

You’ve always got him. 

His body shakes with silent sobs, hot tears soaking into your shirt, and all you can do is murmur quiet reassurances into his ear, even if the feeling of wet cotton against your skin makes you want to peel yourself out of it. Charles needs this, needs to let it all out so he can focus on what lies ahead without being dragged down by the past. 

Eventually, his sobs come to a hiccupping stop. He lifts his head, red rimmed eyes meeting your own tearful ones. His nose is even running a little bit, and if it were anyone else you’d push them away, but it’s Charles. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I don’t know why…” He trails off without finishing his sentence, seemingly at a loss for words. 

“Oh, my love,” You sigh, stroking both thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. You press your lips against his, hoping it can convey just how much you love him without you having to even utter the words, wiping away his tears gently before drawing back to look at him. As much as you hate it when Charles cries, he’s pretty like this. Tears cling to long, dark lashes, mussed hair a soft tornado of brown from how your fingers had been running through it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. And you never have to explain anything to me, yes? I’m here for you, always, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” He murmurs, leaning back in with his forehead against yours. “Thank you, mon amour. Your support, your love, it means everything to me. You are why I can keep doing this. ” 

You shake your head. “No I’m not.” Charles cocks his head, and you poke his chest, right over his heart. “That is why you can keep doing this.” 

One more poke, this one softer and on his forehead. “And this. Your mind and your heart, your determination, your strength, that is why you keep going. You are the most hard working, talented, brilliant driver I’ve ever seen. You can bounce back from whatever this is, and you will. But not because of me, because that’s the kind of person you are.” 

Charles pats the spot next to him and you oblige, looping your arm through his once you’re there, leaning against his shoulder now. He lays a lingering kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of appreciation towards you. He appreciates you more than he can put into words sometimes, a fact that hasn’t and will never change.  

Even though he’s still frustrated and sad and upset, this silence seems considerably lighter as you sit with him. You hope for brighter days ahead, and you’ll always try your best to be his strongest support system, no matter what the future holds.

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[ninetyminutes]

i heart that blurb you did about lorne coming into work so sick the others think he's drunk! can u do a longer piece/more about him overworking himself?? and as always yes thank you for carrying the fandom

OMG THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! Ok I definitely wrote too much so apologies, but I couldn’t help myself. Also thank you so much for the compliment it really means a lot to me!!! I really think that we’re all carrying this fandom because without yall it wouldn’t be fandom <3

Ok so we all know that everyone was putting in the work and doing long hours, but everyone was also aware that Lorne was always doing more. Like they know he was juggling a lot on his plate with all his responsibilities as the executive producer, shielding the cast and crew from the pressure from the networks, while also being involved in everything from the writing to the live performance. I can just imagine him being the first to the office and the last to leave most days, he’s just that dedicated to his work.

Lorne values his sleep. He doesn’t get up before 10 am, in fact he wouldn’t get up before noon most days. But slowly he starts staying later and later in the office and needs to come in to the office earlier and earlier, and it just totally encroaches on his sleep schedule.

I can also see him forgetting to eat a lot. It’s not intentional of course, but it’s still obviously not good for his health. We even see this in the movie when he gets the sandwich from Neil but he ends up throwing it to the side when he stepped in to break up the fight in the loading dock. He has full intentions on eating something and it’s something healthy because he’s actually health conscious (accurate to both the real Lorne Michaels and actor Gabriel LaBelle), but things come up and he gets distracted and just forgets. That’s why during meetings there’s always bowls of pretzels, popcorn, and vegetables on the tables for everyone because it’s one of the few instances where there Lorne gets time to just sit and listen. This is easily combatted by having someone eat with him. Like maybe he and Rosie are eating something while they’re editing one of the fake commercials or he’s having a long conversation with Chevy as he complains about something or the other(I interpret these as being conversations where Chevy is voicing his anxieties about the show and the shows future, like he comes across as arrogant and overbearing but Lorne knows he just needs reassurance and stuff).

But I don’t think anyone would be aware of just how bad it was until something pretty serious happens. Maybe he collapses or passes out somewhere. Or maybe Lorne starts to pull away from socializing, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s just too tired to host or hang out. And I really like this one because socializing is Lorne’s whole thing. Imagine everyone’s reactions when they ask if Lorne’s coming with them to dinner after work and he’s like “I think I’m just going to go home, I’m pretty tired.” Jaws would be on the floor. Lorne never says no to socializing, like his ability to talk endlessly is literally one of his defining traits, so for him to turn it down? Something is wrong.

So some of the cast and crew get together and they’re like “ok but what’s going on with Lorne??” They start to pay more attention to him and realize just how much he’s been pushing himself, maybe even seeing how much he deflates when no one is around to see. After seeing this they make it their mission to make sure Lorne isn’t overworking himself to death, like they want to make sure he’s eating and sleeping enough and also want to make sure he feels appreciated... It’s not easy work. Lorne isn’t big on accepting help from people, as someone who’s always been the one taking care of people it’s hard for him to accept care from others.

So in real life, Lorne would have people come over to his place after going out to dinner or something and they’d stay up late talking well into the night. Lorne loved it, he just loved socializing and hosting and stuff. So what if they all decided they would stop going over to his place to socialize to try and encourage him to get some sleep. Like they figured they weren’t helping by hanging out with him so much so maybe if they took the initiative and stopped he’d sleep more. But this totally backfired because suddenly it was like he’s sleeping less. What they didn’t know is that Lorne hated being alone—there was nothing worse than a quiet house in his mind (and maybe that has something to do with the trauma of losing his dad so suddenly as a kid). So maybe he stays up all night writing or starts taking scripts home with him to review to give himself something to do.

Pretty quickly the group realizes it’s not working. He starts spending more nights in the office and given how there’s showers in the dressing rooms (at least there were according to an SNL book I read), he didn’t have to go home if he kept spare clothes in his office. Besides, he’s slept on couches before and it's fact that he got first pick of all of the furniture abandoned in the studio so you know he got the most comfortable couch. I mean, why else would John Belushi nap in Lorne’s office?

Maybe one night Belushi needs a place to crash and stays at Lorne’s, like usual, and Lorne comes in to work the next day looking slightly rested. They’re confused and corner John like “what sorcery did you pull like did you fuckin drug him or smth?” And he’s just like “wtf no I’m not going to drug Lorne without his consent. I walked inside and immediately passed out on the couch.”

So they start this rotation where they try to make sure someone spends the night at his place every couple of days (or more), asking him if they could crash because of some excuse they give him. He obviously agrees because he’s Lorne and this is nothing new to him, and holy shit it kinda works.

Omg wait, imagine everyone showing up at Lorne’s doorstep for a sleepover after he’s had a really hard day. Like it was just meeting after meeting with executives and technical issues and a host drunk off their ass. And Lorne opens the door and is met with a group of people in pajamas, carrying blankets and pillows who push past him and pile into his apartment.

[thedeerman]

Niffty’s Story

This is my interpretation of Niffty’s backstory and how she ended up in Hell. It’s part of Do You Want To Know, so check it out if you like this!

It was a pretty quiet evening at the bar, Angel had somehow gotten the day off of work. It gave him some time to recover from his injuries, which was a blessing. Without much else to do, Husk decided to listen in on the conversation unfolding in front of him. When he heard the content matter, he thought to himself, this’ll be good.

“Okay, but if you wanna know, I have to set the scene! And no interrupting.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be quiet.”

“So it starts, I dunno, towards the end of the 1940’s, maybe?”

We met when I was young, about 16, I think. I’d lived in my hometown for my whole life, but he had only just moved there. He was older than me, a lot older. Almost twice my age. But he was exactly my type. A bad boy. The kind that broke the rules, that did what everyone said not to. The kind that snuck around behind your house late at night to throw pebbles at your window even though he knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. The kind that would wink at you from across the church during the service just so you’d blush, or secretly stick a tiny note in your hand with the address he’d wait for you at later on…

He took a liking to me just as fast as I did to him. It started with a couple of glances and smiles, but it wasn’t long before I started skipping school just to spend the day with him. My Ma didn’t like it, but Daddy didn’t mind. He said it was good that I’d found myself a man so early in life. I dropped out of school before I finished, there wasn’t much reason to have a diploma when I already knew what I was going to do. I was going to be a wife.

It was great at first. We got married when I was 17 and my Daddy helped us buy a nice house across town. It wasn’t big or fancy, but I loved it. I loved everything about our house when we first moved there. The floors, the rooms, the garden, the kitchen, the huge, beautiful windows. I loved it because it was mine. It was ours.

My husband was so kind in the beginning. He was that flirty, confident, charming man that moved into town from far away and swept me off my feet. But slowly, he became someone else. Someone less kind. Someone that was still fun and charming when there were other people around, but at home it was different.

It was like there were two different versions of him, and everyone but me got the good one. The one that was funny and kind. It was so strange, seeing the way everyone loved him. The way they spoke about him like he was the best man alive, how they complimented me on my 'catch' of a husband. They loved him the way I did before, not seeing the other side. The other side was… Not great.

My husband, at home, was angry. At just about everything. At the neighbors (they’re watching us, I swear). At the dog (if you don’t get that fucking thing out of my way, I’ll put it out on the curb). At me (What the fuck were you talking about with him? It doesn’t take that long to get the fucking mail).

I did my best to hold my tongue, but sometimes I spoke out of turn. And when I did, he went from yelling to hitting. He didn’t hold back either. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house without him, so he didn’t care where the bruises landed. I had a black eye so often I started to not recognize my reflection without it. I liked to hide the handprints on my neck though, so I tended to wear a scarf. But things just went that way, back then. That’s just what being a wife was like.

And after the anger? I’d never been so pampered in my life! He would apologize over and over, cry in my arms, profess his undying love to me, and buy me anything my heart desired. He would even take me out places, sometimes. That’s what I wanted to do most, I wanted to go places. See things. Things other than the view out of my big, beautiful windows. And he knew it, so that’s the only time I got it. When he was sorry.

And that’s how it was for years. The home I used to love became my prison. I was so alone, with no one but myself and my little dog. And my husband. Can you really blame me when I say that, as much as I wanted to avoid setting him off, I started to do it on purpose? I would do something wrong, knowing it would make him angry. Leave a dish in the sink overnight or not iron his tie right or not have dinner ready as soon as he got home from work.

The wait was the worst part, honestly. Waiting for him to see what I’d done and find his way over to me, grabbing me by my hair or my shirt to drag me to where he’d show me what I’d done. But instead of bowing my head and saying how sorry I was, I would look him in the eye. And when he asked if I was sorry, I would say no.

And then it would happen again, another set of bruises. Another black eye. Another round of gifts and apologies and makeup sex. Thank Satan we never had children. I would’ve hated bringing them into that. But that’s how it went for a good few years. I'd be lonely, I’d make him mad, he’d hurt me, he’d give me what I wanted, and then it would start all over from the beginning.

Anyway! Now that the scene is set... To answer your question, this one day came when it had been a long time since I’d been out, away from the house. Months, maybe. The same thing had happened, I upset him, he hurt me, but now I got what I wanted. And all I wanted was to go out. So that’s what we did. We went to church in the morning, I hadn’t been in some time. I saw my parents and some old friends, and I was so happy.

During the service, my husband gave me one of those flirty winks that he used to all those years ago at this same church. It reminded me of how I’d fallen for him, and the things I loved about him when we met. It made me think for a minute, ‘ How did things get so royally fucked up?’ I mean, why is it that everyone else got all the best parts of him and I only got… Whatever the rest was?

He had promised to take me to the park down the road to feed the ducks, it was something we’d done together before we were married. I'd loved those little moments that we used to have. But he insisted we stop back home first, so we did. And when we walked into the kitchen, there was a knife in the sink. It had only been there since that morning, but for some reason it just set him off.

He told me that he changed his mind, that he didn’t think I deserved any more time out of the house, seeing as the amount of time I had to do my chores wasn’t enough. I didn’t understand, he usually didn’t do this. If he was sorry, he was sorry for at least a day. He didn’t get angry again for some time, usually. Not unless I was really pushing my luck.

But here he was, having given me the full punishment and was cutting my reward short. My very long-awaited reward. I couldn’t believe it. Something felt different inside me after that. Something broke, maybe. Or shifted. Or just changed. I’m not sure, but it never changed back.

I was going to just do as he said, just clean the thing and maybe bake him something nice and ask to go to the park the next day. That sometimes worked. But then, as I was cleaning the knife, I heard a ‘yelp!’ I turned around and my poor doggy was limping, and my husband was yelling at her. He said he was tired of tripping over her, that he never should have gotten her for me, that she was a mistake and so was I.

My husband picked up my poor little dog by the collar and opened the window and threw her right out. It was the first floor of the house, so she didn’t have far to go. But she wasn’t a puppy anymore and she took the fall hard. She was yelping and crying, and my husband was still yelling at her through the window.

I didn’t even know I still had the knife in my hand until I got closer to him. I was angry. I was tired. I was done with him. Now he’d gone and done this. I saw the knife in my hand and I thought… Why not? Why shouldn’t I treat him the way he treats me? And I didn’t have an answer. I wasn’t planning to kill him, but I wanted him to hurt. So I jabbed him with the knife, right in the back!

But after that, it was odd. Once I’d done it the one time, I felt like maybe it wasn’t actually enough. So I decided to do it again, and it still seemed like too little of a punishment. So I decided I’d just do a whole bunch of quick little jabs and that would do it. And then… Well, I’m not sure. I guess stabbing was just too fun! Next thing I know, I’m on top of him, still stabbing. I’m not even sure if he made noise, I was laughing too loud to hear much else. Blood was all over. My face, my arms, my clothes, my floor, even my gorgeous picture windows were splattered with red. I hadn’t had such a rush in… probably my whole life!

After I got tired of the stabbing, I decided that now I could do as I pleased. I didn't know if my husband was dead, and I hardly cared. My dress was covered in blood, but I figured it might just look like a red dress to whoever passes by. So I put a fresh apron over it and gathered my kitchen scraps and walked to the park. My poor little dog had wandered off, I recall thinking how much I hoped she’d come home.

But as I got to the park and sat at the bench, I noticed a good few people looking at me. Maybe my dress wasn’t so normal looking after all. Or was it the rest of the blood? I'd hardly even wiped my face; it was still sticky with his blood. I didn’t have it in me to care. I sat and tossed scraps to the ducks for quite some time. I remember thinking that I should miss my husband, I should be turning to say something to him and then realizing he isn’t there. I should be mourning. But I wasn’t, I didn’t miss him at all. For the first time in five years, I was free. I sat there, giggling to myself. I felt great!

I didn't even pay any attention to the blood still on my hands, and the ducks were eating up bits of it that smeared onto the vegetables I was feeding them.

That was where I died, by the way. That park. Someone must've called the police when they saw me covered in blood walking down the street. They came and found me not long after, I think maybe the blood all over scared them. Or the smile. I hadn’t been able to stop smiling, I was so happy. I didn’t quite catch what they were saying when they spoke to me, so I stood to get closer.

But suddenly, I wasn’t walking forwards anymore. Something had pushed me back, like I had been shoved really hard in the chest. And then again. And then a third time. I was still smiling, just a bit confused? But the third one knocked me off balance, and I think it might have hit me somewhere important too.

I fell backwards, hit the ground, and the last thing I saw was a little bug in the grass. It was all red, of course. Blood was everywhere! I don’t know if it was my husband’s or mine or maybe both. I don’t remember much after that other than wondering… Shouldn’t I hear my blood rushing? Where did my heartbeat go?

Angel’s eyes were wide with horror as he cleared his throat and said, “Uhh… Niff, I asked about the best day of your life. Like, the one you enjoyed the most?”

Niffty let out a giggle as she rolled her eye and looked at Husk, who was just shaking his head. Finally he said, “She heard ya, Angel.”

Check out the rest of Do You Want To Know? here!

[nico-fanatic]

i need nico to play cards more. nico being a gambler. nico and the stills being friends because nico never turns down a game, challenge, or bet.

it’s after the 2nd war and he’s at camp, figuring out all the funeral and deaths stuff, and is just silently observing the meeting, when dionysus calls him over for a game of cards.

dionysus might be an ex-drunk, but he’s still a god who has been doing nothing but playing cards for decades on end. it is notoriously (not impossible, though) hard to beat him.

nico goes over and he and dionysus spend the entire game being bitchy to each other and talking about nothing in particular. dionysus thinks he’s winning until nico plays his final card, looking with a small smile and tilting his head just so.

nico waits.

when dionysus does see it, how he wins, he throws his own hand onto the table and curses nico out. nico smiles a big bigger and asks if he wanted to play again. this time, nico is the one to shuffle, showing off something fancy he picked up form the casino or a ghost or who knows where. there’s no need to hide his skill now. dionysus may be a washed-up drunk, but he’s been alive long before nico has been.

the next game goes slightly different. nico doesn’t use being seen as an underdog to his advantage- because he doesn’t have it- but still wins. the conversation was more focused on nico’s life.

he had clearly caught the gods’ interest.

eventually, one of them is pulled away, but dionysus starts to put the cards away and tells nico that they’re playing again some time.

later, the stills ask to play against him, seemingly hearing about nico’s game(s) with dionysus. nico plays happily against them, amused by their attempts to cheat. the brothers are throughly confused on how their cheating is successful, but it doesn’t change the tide of the game. nico wins with a smile, titling his head to the side in a silent ask- challenge- for another game.

the brothers decline. they know how to spot a losing game.

eventually, nico plays against annabeth. its chess this time. when annabeth walks up to nico, asking for a game, he take a moment to contemplate.

playing a game of strategy against the daughter of athena is surely a losing game, but it would be a fun one, and he’s never been one to turn a game down. so he accepts, and they begin to play chess.

annabeth’s moves are fast, confident, and precise. nico’s are slower, made seemingly for annabeth’s reactions, but just as purposeful. nico is able to hide his strategy for a while, using annabeth’s pride against her, but it doesn’t last. he’s able to give her chase and avoid her, but that doesn’t last either. by the time annabeth calls checkmate, the sun has set and nico’s head hurts.

still, he looks up with a slightly bigger smile, and tilts his head.

he lost, as he knew he would. it took a very long time, as he hoped. people are watching him and the public table they chose is too exposed for his liking, but he wants to play again.

annabeth shakes her head no with a laugh, and compliments his stratagey and skill, but leaves for the poseidon cabin.

not without the promise of another game, however.

i don’t really know what this is. just- nico loving games, specially card games, and being super good at it. also him always using how people see him as weak or the underdog to his advantage, and actually being quite smart.

also him being slightly creepy and unnerving. as a treat<33

[avenin7]

I love that your revalink is recognisable whichever au but also varies so much.

This is random but I wanna imagine regular rito Revali is an absolute lightweight because birds have hyperfast metabolism so he's like two drinks in and smashed and even louder than usual but also kinda needy and clingy and demanding of reassurances from Link like hey you still love me right?? Hold my braids back while I puke and tell me I'm still pretty?? You don't hate me do you?? Meanwhile Link can down forty drinks in a row and is just totally fine. Hardly even phased. The man is infallible.

But then mod!au I just imagine the total opposite where Revali can almost out drink Urbosa and it takes a lot for him to get tipsy meanwhile Link has one drink and is a giggly mess on the floor and Revali has to carry him home while complaining the entire time that he's a fucking idiot (affectionate). He's so sick of this dumb lightweight making him leave parties early because he can't handle his alcohol (he's not, Link is so cute and tucking the giggling moron into bed while he showers him with drunk compliments is the highlight of his night.)

Sorry I know that's probably all super out of character! I just wanted to share.

that is actually the biggest compliment! thank you so much! I try to make them feel like distinct people with distinct personalities but also still the same guys! I’m glad it comes across well!!

I agree with you, rito Revali is an absolute lightweight and Link can drink almost anyone under the table (except Daruk). You’re so right though, he would be vomiting his brains out and before he’s even done, asking Link if he still thinks he’s pretty? please?? im- *hiccup* beubful. and Link is just trying so hard to get them to bed without getting throw up on himself. Link is absolutely more drunk than he is letting on though.

mod!au though, they can both hold their drink really well but in very different ways. Revali can do like six shot and a martini and be like just getting into drunk territory. Where as Link has the midwestern “I can start drinking beer at 9am and be just starting to get drunk by like 4pm.” (but Link turns into a giggly moron when he’s high though. His mask comes entirely off and he can’t shut the fuck up)

[most of the time they’re leaving parties early for ✨other✨ reasons]

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hi! It's me again with my ramblings, I'm so sorry, but I realized something while re-reading the chapter!

This is the first time I've noticed this and I feel so stupid for not realizing it before but

"Johnny giggled sheepishly, taking Peter’s hand in his and holding it against his color-stained cheek. Beautiful, the Human Torch thought wistfully. Most people used far cruder language when complimenting Johnny’s appearance. While he’d never complain about being called “hot” or “sexy” or “seductive” by his fans, the press, or even Spider-Man, it softened something in him that the webhead admired him in a way so tender and sweet and innocent compared to what he was used to—and perhaps a tad less inappropriate and predatory."

"So this was what it was like to have your crush like you back. Johnny didn’t think he’d ever felt this happy in his entire life. He was no stranger to throngs of girls throwing themselves at his feet, tearfully professing how ardently they adored him—or worse, fellow celebrities of varying ages and professions cornering him at parties or in dressing rooms, their wandering hands and whispered promises sordid enough to send Sue on a sisterly killing spree if she ever found out; not that he’d tell her about that."

It's not just a coincidence, right? It's not the first time that Johnny's constant sexualization and harassment as a celebrity has been mentioned, even Peter mentioned it once if I'm not mistaken.

Is this something I should be prepared for? Don't get me wrong! I'd love it if you get to dig deeper into that part of his life, I just wanted to point it out. 😸

ohhh someone noticed 👀

okay here’s the thing. im still deciding whether or not im gonna go into anything super specific about it, but i feel like any person who gets shoved into the spotlight rapidly and from a very young age is often very tragically overly sexualized by the media, their fans, and adults already in the industry. i think there’s a lot of pressure for them to fill a certain role and meet certain standards even if that’s not in any way appropriate for their age. (justin bieber, billie eilish, pretty much the entire cast of stranger things, etc). despite sue’s attempts to shield him from it, johnny would no doubt be exposed to a lot of this being a 16-yr-old mega celebrity

another thing. i think a lot of young celebrities end up leaning into their own sexualization as a sort of defense mechanism / to feel like they’re in control of it, if that makes sense? like “you’re gonna sexualize me anyway, so i might as well do it to myself first.” and i think johnny is a bit of a victim of this. he does enjoy a majority of the attention that comes with being who he is, and maybe part of him doesn’t understand that it isn’t normal for people to look at him and speak to him the way they do, him being a literal child. this all happened so fast to him while he’s still like developing as a person that i think he just accepted whatever attention he received as positive and simply an occupational hazard of his new fame. being sought after and desired and hot is what everyone wants, right? and he’s a superhero; he can protect himself from any truly bad actors…even if he shouldn’t have to. i also think he kinda turns it into a joke and laughs off the bad side of being a 16 yr old “sex icon” to avoid having to think about how uncomfortable it actually makes him

anyway, that was a lot. all this to say yes, including those things was not a coincidence, and while i don’t plan to make it a majorrr story arc, it is something i wanted to acknowledge and leave space to explore further. 🫡 but obviously it’s a very sensitive topic so i want to be careful with how i approach it

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Hey Artzy, do you have any tips on how to write an OC without making them a Mary Sue?

I guess, just don’t make them overly perfect and “can do no wrong.” There’s nothing wrong with seemingly perfect characters like how I wrote Aurore, becuase she feels pressured by her parents to be perfect. Now, if you take away the bit about her parents, make her incredibly self righteous, give her all of these natural talents without any sort of practice, have everyone fawning over her, and let her always be in the right about everything and everyone who says she’s wrong is a piece of shit, then she becomes a Mary Sue

Like a certain someone…

Here are the Science Kids for example, OCs, and the canon ones I fleshed out

Aurore: Straight A’s and definitely getting into her top school, but how will she tell her parents she’s a lesbian and can’t keep being their “golden child” right before she cuts all ties with them and goes to live with her brother?

Denise: An enby with a physique body builders would kill for, yet they feel overworked by their parents simply because they’re the strongest in the family and the elder twin

Simon: Tech Wiz often commissioned to create promo videos for upcoming events, still not completely over their parents abuse and still has mental and physical scars

Reshma: Beautiful, modest rich girl with a love for magical girl anime and anime in general, BUT! She has difficulties knowing if potential love interests truly love her and not her status or looks. Also, has some difficulties trusting older men due to incidents at galas

Jean: Plucky theater kid with a flare for dramatics and has an amazing boyfriend. Who would have guessed that this guy still blames himself for his mom leaving?

Ismael: Cool skateboarder, loves magic tricks, and always seem so cool under pressure. His personality is just a mask to cover up the fact that he’s emotionally drained due to the torment his mother puts him through when he gets home and that his dad wasn’t able to get custody of him after the divorce

Mireille: Pleasant shy girl with a meek demeanor everyone seems to love? Throw in a bastard dad who keeps trying to push her into the spotlight despite the fact that she is painfully shy!

Cosette: On their way to become Paris’ next top makeup artist! How fun! Oh, what’s this? Their “perfect” older siblings are total assholes and this stems from the fact that their mother is emotionally distant and hasn’t once complimented or shown physical affection to any of her own children? And now they put on this cool “I’m here for it” persona and crack jokes to mask their tears?… Wow

Lacey: Let’s see… Incredibly athletic, cute yet badass… Dead parents. Has to take care of both her grandparents and younger brothers. Fears the day her grandparents will die as she does not feel mentally and emotionally ready to take care of her brothers all on her own and refuses to let people in and hell her so she does parkour and all sorts of other activities to null the pain

Marc: Talented writer with legs for days and a cute boyfriend. My, what could possibly be his flaw? Oh! I know! A bad case of anxiety, and depending on the universe, he’s still terrified of Lucien and believe he’s the one at fault for their relationship taking a toxic turn! Boom!

Zoé: Rich mom, rich dad. But, what’s this? The mom is a complete bitch (Which we already know) and is always pressuring her into looking and acting “like her daughter,” even going so far as to bleach her hair at a young age, forcing her to compete in beauty pageants, and the constant verbal abuse regarding her looks. The dad’s cool, though. He misses her dearly

See, no one’s perfect. Not all of them get straight A’s, and not all of them have parents who are super well off due to a thriving business or some shit, and not all of them have parents who are totally accepting of their genders and sexualities. They have to be human, and humans have flaws

[beyondthegame]

hello mila, hope september has started on a good note for you!! may i please have "always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd" or "associating random things with them" for n (i swear i do love the other ros, e being a close second to n, but yeah…) also the results of the poll? 👀

It’s typical that you and N would end up at an event where you don’t know anyone but each other. It was pretty hard not to be drawn to each other, there’s only so much mingling you can do.

“I assume you got an invite to this thing last week too?” you say as you join N’s side. You watch them visibly stiffen, they’re probably looking for an escape. But, where on earth would they be able to find one in an almost crowded, fancy room?

“I did.” They take a long swig of their drink before scoffing. “I’m only staying for another half hour, anyway.”

You turn to them. It’s not like N isn’t dressed for today, if your relationship with them was better, you’d probably throw a sweet compliment their way. Say that they’ve cleaned up nice. Or maybe say they look gorgeous.

You snort a little. “Not having a good time?”

N’s brows furrow. “Forgive me for not wanting to spend my evening rubbing shoulders with people I don’t know.” They then glance towards you. “Or people I don’t like.”

Your jaw clenches. “It seems like you get off on that. Throwing insults in my direction when your self-esteem feels threatened,” you say. “It’s pretty shit really.”

“It’s your own fault,” N spits.

“Hm, like everything in your fucking life as you like to constantly remind me,” you counter.

“No, this really is your fault,” N says with venom in their voice as they place their glass down. “You don’t have a clue, do you?”

You blink rapidly. “Don’t be an ass and keep me in suspense. Enlighten me.”

“This whole event was set up by the football academy you and I went to when we were kids,” N admits. “The same football academy that always used to pit us against each other.”

That’s a detail you brushed over without a care in the world. But it makes sense as to why N’s here now. It seems that the reason you and N aren’t close is always brought up when then two of you are in each other’s presence.

“It’s a fucking joke,” they murmur. “Almost everything here reminds me of you. Even the stupid colour scheme,” N says with anger to their tone. “The colours are red and green, and half the time as kids we were playing football with odd coloured socks.”

Your eyes quickly scan N’s features, and behind the anger and the detest, you can see genuine… longing.

“All of that really reminds you of me?” you ask quietly.

N takes a step forwards and goes to leave, but not without muttering the answer, “Unfortunately.”

[merriclo]

hey clo? do you have any tips for high school? starting in a week n a half and oh god am i unprepared

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oh shit yeah absolutely!! i’m a senior currently so i’ve got a few tips n tricks n such. i wrote a lot lmao my bad. have a good year worm it’s not as scary as it seems, it’s just middle school in a new font

if you have a teacher you fucking despise, pretend like you’re watching a demented puppet show, or a nature documentary, or whatever else. if you switch your mindset and start seeing it as watching the court jester fool around, it all becomes fucking hilarious instead of infuriating.

if you’re struggling literally just ask the teacher. if you’re too nervous to do so in class, ask before or after. i’ve even asked in the morning just before school started. no, it won’t make you look dumb. if anything they’ll appreciate your dedication to understanding the material

smile at teachers in the hall, tell em to have a good day when you leave, etc. you’ll be shocked how far simple niceties go when it comes to teachers

don’t worry about eating alone at lunch. literally no one is gonna look at you and go “ew what a lonely loser” they literally do not care. so many people just chill by themselves and it’s fine. i’ve eaten alone for at least one of my lunch periods every single year and it’s kind of a blast. use it to read, watch something, do homework, play a game, study, draw, whatever tf you’d like. your school also might have a thing where you can sign up to eat in the library, which is wonderful.

ok idk if this is just where i live but don’t do drugs, there’s a chance it’s laced with something lethal. also just stay away from drugs in general.

also also if you’re gonna drink, do it responsibly. don’t drink if you’re not 100% sure you’re somewhere safe (aka not a party, especially for the first time)

you don’t need that many folders. honestly i’ve had the same two since freshman year and i’ve been fine, and the classes i take give a shit ton of notes

speaking of notes, if they’re not in a notebook keep them in chronological order!!!!! it’ll make it so much easier to reference later on (especially for math and history). i recommend getting a three ring binder for this

not to sound like a hoarder but don’t throw worksheets or notes away, even after the school year is done. the amount of times i’ve looked back on previous notes or given those notes to my underclassmen friends is insane

if you’re approached romantically by anyone who’s a junior or a senior while you’re a freshman run for the hills. there’s a reason no one in their grade wants to date them, and you don’t want to figure that reason out

wear both backpack straps please. it’s so much better for your back.

if you like to doodle get a pack of index cards. you won’t draw on your notes or worksheets (as much) and you can easily hide it by slipping it under the paper, plus then all of your drawings will be kept together !!

if you’re gonna get into a fight don’t do it on school property

compliment people. people started talking significantly less shit about me when i kept telling them that they were pretty

if you look engaged in the lesson teachers will LOVE you (and will be more likely to write a banging recommendation letter, if you need it)

when in the halls, KEEP WALKING. don’t stop in the middle of the hallways pls i beg of you. and, if you’re able to, walk sort of fast. there’s places to be, thing to do.

even if you don’t use them, keep a few pads or tampons in your bag

don’t skip or be intentionally late, it’s not fun or cool or whatever you’re just gonna end up tanking your own grade or getting in trouble

while you’re getting used to your schedule, get an index card or something and write out the classes in order of your first period to your last period (with the room number!!) and keep it in your pocket to quickly look at while switching classes

you remember the “hot cheeto girl” trend from a while ago?? yeah those girls are always the nicest motherfuckers on the planet. be nice to them, compliment them, give them a pencil when they need it or something, and they will defend you until they die. once i fixed a girl’s necklace and she ripped a guy a new one for insulting me

basically just be friendly and it’ll pay off lmao

saying this as someone who was bullied: some people are bullied for a reason!! this might just be bc my school has mostly black students, but if they’re outcasted from everyone (including other odd, alternative, or bullied kids) it’s because they’re a bigot or something

don’t go around ignoring every shy kid tho often times they’re very very sweet

if your school has vending machines bring some change. there’s no thirst like middle of the school day thirst, and i wouldn’t trust the water fountains

bring a snack !! teachers see me munching on granola bars before school starts all the time and don’t say shit

dress how ya want, it’ll attract the people you want to be friends with

you can ask for due date extensions. more often than not they’ll appreciate you caring enough to ask

popularity doesn’t exist lmao

you’re not gonna be able to avoid drama, it’s high school. just stick to your morals, don’t let bitches push you around, and remember it’s probably not gonna be that deep in a few years.

if you ever feel like life sucks: yeah. because you’re like 15 years old and in high school. you’re gonna have a weird fucking time and it’s gonna exhausting but you’ll make it out the other side still breathing. everyone around you is just as miserable and doesn’t want to be there, you’re not alone in feeling like shit. because, again, it’s high school.

JACKETS. WEAR THEM. ITS CHILLY.

bring deodorant. i don’t care if you put in on in the morning, you’re gonna be in a small classroom with 20-30 other kids for pretty much the entire day. sometimes you’re gonna need to reapply and it’ll be fine. no one’s gonna judge you for putting it on. make sure you smell fine.

dances ain’t that cool it’s not the end of the world if you don’t get asked out to one. if you want to go to one just go with friends.

clubs are cool!! they’re a way to get out there and actually meet people with common interests

lots of worksheets are online

it really ain’t that scary don’t worry hun

if you wear makeup, use it as a conversation starter i’m being fr. i met my best friend by complimenting their lipstick and saying i can never find one that doesn’t crease super badly, and we ended up talking abt makeup n shit for like fifteen minutes. if you don’t wear makeup, this can probably be applied for most other things

khan academy, organic chemistry teacher, cararra, flipping physics, the princeton review, crash course, and heimler’s history are good tools to use!!!

wifi is often dogshit, bring a book or something to do when you have free time so you’re not sitting there staring off into the distance. sometimes they have an internet block thing on the school wifi, so having a VPN could come in handy

if you have a free period or a study hall or whatever i find most teachers don’t give a flying fuck if you bring a DS or something. in fact several of mine have gotten excited when they see me playing old zelda games after class

overall it’s gonna be fine. high school is fucked but it’s also home to some of the funniest things you’ll ever witness. don’t be nervous you’ll do great

[sweetmusingss]

I stood as soon as you approached, smiling from your compliment before throwing my arms around your neck and hugging you back. I buried my face into your neck, inhaling your scent. You smelled like a delicious combination of your cologne and coffee and it was addicting. “I like getting dolled up for you. But you don’t have to change your clothes for me ever. You’re perfect just the way you are,” I say as I pulled back to gaze into your eyes, smiling fondly at you before sitting down with you. “I made us some sandwiches and cut up some fruit because I know you really like fruit too. And I brought your favorite sparkling water,” I say, noticing it was your usual drink of choice besides beer and coffee. “How has your day been so far, handsome?,” I say, immediately going to eat one of the cookies that I baked instead of going for a sandwich right away.

“There’s no way I can always show up in coffee scented, dirty diner clothes if you are always going to look this cute. I don’t want people to think I don’t put effort in. You are a popstar after all, you know. Gotta look somewhat impressive.” He still wasn’t used to compliments and especially such nice ones like that, his ex really leaving him with a lower self image and low self esteem so hearing your compliments was going to take time to get used to. “This is so cute, thank you babe.” He kisses your cheek before sitting with you, immediately cracking open the seltzer water, it being his favorite. “Quite slow and boring... probably because I was so eager to get here and spend time with you.” He smiled at you, doing the same and grabbing a cookie. “How about you, love?”

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Frank bit his lip gently when hearing your tone of voice as you brought up Gerard. He wasn’t completely sure that you two were done for good now. Just like you thought him and Jamia would get back together, he thought you and Gee would get back together eventually. He chuckled softly from your comment about you wearing the pants in your fake relationship even though it wasn’t a genuine laugh. You had no idea how much he hated that he wasn’t more dominant and forward in his real life. Jamia made him hate that about himself and it just made his anxiety worse. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good,” he said, wanting to make more of an effort for you. He liked giving you a hard time but he could tell that this was something you were genuinely stressed about and he didn’t want to let you down. He wanted you to be able to rely on him. That’s what friends were for, right? “And we bonded over our love of the same music and same favorite foods. And our date of choice now is concerts,” he said, trying to put more thought into your fake relationship.

I nod along as he talks, agreeing with what he was saying. “Yeah, that sounds good... they’re going to want to know more about us than that we like to go to concerts but... just text Gee and he can tell you how amazing of a girlfriend I am.” I smile but it doesn’t fully reach my eyes, not knowing if this was going to work with Frank. I needed my parents and family to believe I was happy and fulfilled romantically even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. I was happy-ish... content, sure. But not romantically fulfilled whatsoever. I leave Frank alone until our flight started to board, feeling like he didn’t really want to talk so I was just giving him his space so he could be sleepy and grumpy on his own. I scan our tickets and walk down the jet bridge and onto the plane, turning to look at him. “Do you want the window or aisle?”