might dump a bunch of my old ellsworld writing from like months ago on ao3. i write abt the girls so much when im mentally delirious bc #projectjon but i literally never post it. who wants tamtilda homofriendship fanfiction 👅
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𐐪𐑂 B a d H a b i t s 𐐪𐑂
no warnings | gn reader | fluff | uh...not proofread __φ(。。)
Shu Itsuki has a few bad habits, including the fact that he doesn’t realize how heart fluttering they can be
❝ Shu hasn’t quite realized it but he’s become attached to you in a strange way. Inadvertently, he’s made you a part of his daily routine, his dreams and ambitions…❞
…and his afternoon cafe runs.
ఌ Though his concentrated face while mulling over his stage designs are heart fluttering, the issue lies (as he would say) with y o u. ‘Ah, is there a hole in your chin? How did you get icing there? You’re this old already how haven’t you learned how to eat properly yet?’ Shu always presses your cheeks between his elegant fingers, takes his napkin, and wipes off the remains of your cinnamon bun while scolding you. His hands feel a little cold but soft and after knowing him for so long you can only hear the warmth in his voice. You can’t help but think it’s a little unfair—he’s already talking to you about something different while your heart is still pounding in your chest.
ఌ His bad habits also follow the both of you out in public. It looks like there’s a brand new craft store across the street from the cafe, though it’s wares look a little cheap it’s still worth a trip inside! You always have to walk a little faster to keep pace with Shu when he spots something interesting, smiling slightly while listening to him talk about how long lasting cashmere can be if you treat your clothing with care. When you can’t fast enough Shu finds himself sighing and grabbing your wrist to make sure you don’t fall behind. ‘It’s important for you to know these things! And you’re walking to slowly! How can you do your job properly if you can’t manage to make it from one end to the other without assistance?’ Because he’s still walking ahead of you, you can safely give him a lovelorn look, why does he hold your wrist but not your hand?
ఌ Possibly his worst habit rears it’s head in the small craft store aisles……besides openly criticizing the fabric and jewelry making supplies for being stiff and unmanageable. There’s many other customers looking for ways to begin their seamster journeys. Too many. Whether Shu is a repellent or you are a magnet—people just won’t stop bumping into you. The thread aisle, the button aisle, the velcro aisle…Shu begins to huff like it was your fault. Placing an arm around your side he pulls you out of the way of another shopper, bumping your shoulders together. ‘Won’t you pay a little more attention?’ As if you could in a situation like this. His soap has just the faintest scent of linen & peonies, even though he smells like laundry in an open field something about it reminds you of star gazing. The only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of his hand around your upper arm keeping you out of “harms way”. It might be a blessing that he has a bad habit of not noticing when he manages to make you feel so flustered. ‘Stand right next to me. Ah, I can’t take you anywhere.’ …..He really has a bad habit of saying that, too.
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I think it's real funny that like, Gravity Falls is, at its core, a show about growing up. And this blog in particular shaped my teen years, even when it went dark for a while. The fics i wrote for this fandom, inspired by this blog, were kind of the start of a new, better era of my writing. I met people that I still hold dear, even though we no longer talk. I met my fiance through this fandom!
And I'm still here. Whether I'm sixteen or twenty-two, I'm still the same. But also not. Time did do a number on me, and it's surreal to look back and realize that all my posts were me coping with personality disorders I didn't fully realize I had. I identified with Bill because I, too, felt confined, and wanted to let loose and burn it all down. But I was also a person, and I wanted Bill to be, too- a person who was unruly, destructive, and mean, but a person who did want some sort of stability at the end of the day, but someone who was stunted and, through horrific life experiences, didn't feel as if he could have that stability until he had ultimate control.
And then. It didn't work? So he tried the "out" he'd been given; the alternative option that he'd most likely brushed off as bogus or "too soft" for him.
And then what?
I grew up with this blog, and the stuff I did here shaped my later teenhood and my life going forward. This blog was never popular, not by a long shot- but it endured; and it still amazes me whenever I get new asks or new reblogs and rambles in the tags.
I've just been thinking about it all. At the end of the day, I was a lonely kid grappling with things I didn't understand, so I decided to grapple with them in a way I could understand- through Bill. I'm not so lonely as an adult, and a lot of my unpleasant-ness has been lost to time (though not all of it.) And the thing that helped me most was having a non-judgemental support system- exactly the thing I liked to imagine Bill having.
It's funny how it all worked out, in the end.
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||. whatever you do, don’t think about sonic having trust issues that he doesn’t even realize are there or all that bad. whatever you do, don’t think about how his unending , unyielding , unapologetic trust in his friends (specifically his core 3), was something that was cultivated over time. but also happened so quickly, because at the end of the day all 4 of them are kindred spirits... there was no getting around it. and sonic would trust them with his life at this point
but also ... don’t think about how much it would hurt in forces that even his best friends - the people he trusts and believes in with no end - thought he was dead. like, he kind of gets it, all things considered. but there wasn’t a body and he definitely would think that they’d all know him better than to think he’d get killed off so quickly or easily. and i’d think, up in that cell, he’d refuse to give up the hope that they’d come for him. that they were on their way, and were either too swamped with beating back eggman’s forces, or otherwise just... still trying to figure out where he was. (which... he’d expect tails to be able to figure out easy enough but he knows nothing about what was going on w his lil bro back then rip)
whatever you do, don’t think about how finding out, for sure, that no actually that nagging fear in the back of your head that they WEREN’T coming from you after all... actually ended up mostly being the truth ;;;
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Yall how many aura points did I lose after making edits of random characters I created
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