#it was super rude and made me go >:o(

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Hello :] Can I request headcanons with nightcrawler having a s/o that's a pole dancer? (Not in a sexual way just for fun and exercise)

~Nightcrawler dating a pole dancer HC~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: not a single one this is so cute

Genre: fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request xo

~It's actually how you meet

~Kinda

~Kurt happened to see you one night as you were leaving a class with your friends. He heard your laughter and was enchanted.

~But he was far too shy to approach you, so for weeks he'd 'coincidently' find himself on the same street, at the same time, every Thursday night. Basking in the way your voice threatens to steal his heart right out of his chest.

~You wouldn't notice him for quite some time, but eventually you started to recognize the man across the street when you left your class every evening.

~You initially didn't think much of it, the thing with routines is that they tend to overlap with other routines, if you're at the same place at the same time you're gonna see other people who are also usually at the same place at the same time.

~At some point though, recognizing turned more into looking for and eventually your friends caught on

~With some- cajoling they managed to convince you to actually speak to Kurt

~You'd crossed the street and prepped a quick and straightforward approach. "Hi, sorry to bother you but I've seen you around here and I was wondering if you'd like to meet for coffee some time?"

~Kurt stared at you for so long you were sure he was going to say no, but eventually he snapped out of his stupor and said yes. You traded names and phone numbers and set up a date for Saturday.

~From there you saw Kurt frequently and after 2 months he asked to be your boyfriend.

~It took a while for Kurt to even ask what classes you take Thursdays, but when he found out he was initially quite awkward about it

~He's super supportive and all but he's no saint and wanting to spend time with you while you practice is a test of self-control he wasn't prepared for.

~For a while, he did his best to hide it, it's rude after all, you're not trying to seduce him, he really doesn't want you to think he's being disrespectful- surely if you knew his depraved thoughts you definitely would.

~When you confronted him for being weird about your hobby, he confessed that he feels bad because it makes him horny and he doesn't want to make things uncomfortable since he knows it's not sexual.

~"Kurt, you're my boyfriend. You're allowed to be horny when I'm doing splits on a pole. It's very sweet of you to try protecting my modesty or whatever but I'm not a nun and it's a good thing that you're attracted to me." 

~It made you laugh, how sweet your boyfriend was, worrying you'd be offended that he wanted to fuck you.

~He'd still watch you practice, but from then on he was less shy about his thoughts.

~He'd whistle, or sigh dramatically, whenever you did something he particularly liked, he was also pretty handsy when he could get away with it

~It could be rather distracting but you didn't mind, you liked the attention

~Sometimes he'd ask you to do some crazy combination of moves or he'd want to see whatever you'd learned in that week's class

~You actually managed to convinced him to let you teach him a few moves eventually and honestly once he got the hang of it you, were just as handsy as he was with you. It was hard to resist.

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello! I would like to ask for some headcanons about the four hobbits as parents! It can be any au (for example you can write about Frodo's interaction with Sam's children in "stays in the Shire " au)

I dreamt of Merry last night sooo I'm in a hobbit mood. Would love to write this for you hehehe

Like and reblog! Requests are open! Refer to my pinned post for rules

The hobbits as parents (Headcanons)

Frodo

I feel like he'd prefer to have just one kid as that is what he was used to when he was little. Plus, he is a hobbit that appreciates quiet, so I don't think a little army of his clones would be the best idea, especially after the Quest.

The kind of parent that will absolutely play music or straight up read to your pregnant belly because he says that his child should know who's their dad as soon as they open their eyes to the world.

Actually fainted when you gave birth but in his defence, he was extremely nervous about the whole ordeal and you can't really decide when an episode will hit you. But, rest assured, it was just one of these momentary things (like these rollercoaster videos) and he immediately went back to your side.

Frodo's child turns out to be even more of a menace than him when he was a fauntling, which is actually an achievement. Why, one time, Frodo appeared drenched while holding your kid, who looked extremely satisfied. Apparently, they had decided to run off, and Frodo, thinking they were going straight for the river, had rushed for them. The child had changed courses at the last moment, but Frodo hadn't been fast enough, and oh well.

Even if they give him almost daily heart attacks, Frodo absolutely adores his kid, and they adore him. He is the one to teach them how to read and write, and is also extremely proud when they defend themselves against rude hobbits. Yes, they are Frodo Baggins' kid. So what?

Sam

The best father, the best husband, the best everything.

Your first pregnancy went really smooth, but Sam was still a nervous wreck, constantly asking you whether you needed anything, and beating himself up if you felt any kind of discomfort or pain. Stupid Sam, he should be making it all easier for you, not more difficult. You chewed him up pretty thoroughly one day, but he maintains he absolutely needed that reality check.

Gets super serious the first weeks after your child is born. No "oh, but you owe me another baby" or "make me dinner, I'm tired and you only stay in bed all day." He hates that kind of people with all his heart. He changes diapers, keeps a feeding schedule, and even calms the baby down every time they get fussy so you can get the rest you deserve.

Had a secret competition he didn't really tell you about over whether the baby would say "dada" or "mama" first. His argument was that the "d" sound is easier to pronounce that "m". Was a bit disappointed when they said "mama", but your grin made the defeat feel way less sore. He'll get what he wants with the next kid, he's sure.

Teaches his kid to cook, garden, and many other skills. Even if they don't like it, he just wants to be sure they can fend for themselves in the real world when they leave the nest (he secretly hopes this never happens).

Merry

Okay, I'm gonna be completely honest. This guy does not strike me as someone who was looking to have kids; so when he learned that you were pregnant, he bluescreened for an entire minute and then had a little anxiety attack because he's not ready to be a father???

He decides to seek help from Sam who looks at him like he has grown two heads and basically sends him back to you with a kick on his rear and an apology in his mouth.

Finally, you both have a conversation, and this very silly hobbit tells you about his insecurities. He's too irresponsible and he doesn't see himself to be fit to be a role model for everyone, I mean he couldn't protect his own cousin! You reassure him that he is the only one that could do this, and that he is not alone so should he make a mistake he has you to rely on, and your child is not going to hate him.

From then on, he is hands on during your pregnancy. Any cravings you may have, no matter how unconventional or straight up not suit for consumption by anyone that isn't pregnant, will have Merry running around the Shire at any hour of the day and night. And if he has to wake up Sam at 3am on a weekday, well, you need it, and what are friends for?

Once your child is born, Merry cannot be convinced to stop holding them. He felt a connection as soon as he set eyes on them, like a little animal does when it imprints on the first thing they see, and Merry did not think his heart could hold more love. Oh, how wrong he was. He only allows you to hold them for feedings and honestly whenever you ask him, but if anyone else asks, Merry gives them a nasty glare and turns around very dramatically.

Talks to his child like they're a tiny adult and always seeks their opinion even if the child is more interested in eating their own shoes.

Also, if the kid has trouble talking in the first stages, he actually knows what they're saying even if to everyone else (but you) they are just babbling.

Pippin

Okay, before the Quest, he wanted a big family like the one he was born in, but afterwards he is very unsure about it. I feel like his sense of inadequacy and self-esteem issues got accentuated because of the events during the war. He was very happy when he learned you were pregnant but there was also a twinge of terror deep inside him.

Strangely quiet during the pregnancy, and although he reassures you that it is so he doesn't bother you in such a delicate condition, you know him better. At night, he will lay his cheek on your belly and just stay there, which has granted him some well aimed kicks from your very energetic child, but he never changes positions.

When your child is born, the midwife allows him to hold them after you've had your turn. He initially refuses with a sheepish smile and an excuse on "how he doesn't want to hurt the baby". You tell him to cut the bullshit and come hold them, which he does, and to your surprise, it's the most careful you've ever seen Pippin be. He needs to be corrected by the midwife on his arms' position and he profusely apologises but you reassure him he's doing great. He may or may not be crying as the baby grabs his finger with all their strength.

Now, the child is clearly Pippin's for they are extremely restless, and barely able to sleep through the night. Which has resulted you in losing sleep as well. One time, you shoot up as you hear the baby's piercing cries. As you go to get up, Pippin puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you to go back to sleep while he goes to calm them down. An hour later, you wake up again to find that Pippin has not come back so you go to check on him, and find him softly singing while gently rocking the crib, and your child fast asleep! It becomes the go-to method every time they cry, but it only works with Pippin, so hard time for Frodo or Merry when they are on babysitting duty.

Very present in your children's lives. He is their best friend and they know they can go to their "papa" for everything, good or bad. Pippin did get his wished for family in the end.

I hope it wasn't too obvious that I wrote Merry's and Pippin's first, and Frodo's and Sam's afterwards lmao also I went a bit crazy and then I remembered the request said "as parents" so that's why the pregnancy thing occupies so much in each one lol

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 22

part 1 | part 21 | ao3

“…Go ahead,” he relents with a heavy sigh.

He turns the radio back on for background noise, and Robin launches herself into a breathless recap of every minute detail she’s ever learned about Eddie Munson. Genuinely impressive how quickly the words come out; Steve thinks that if her dream of becoming a linguistics researcher ever falls through, she’s got a bright future ahead of her as one of those speedreaders who rattle off the fine print at the end of pharmaceutical ads.

Warning: Discussion of Eddie Munson may cause nausea, heartburn, palpitations, sweaty armpits, and an inconveniently timed half-chub any time you use a pocket knife. Talk to your doctor to see if Discussion of Eddie Munson is right for you!

“Which brings us to tonight,” she’s saying when he zones back in. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we?”

“Must we?”

“Yes, we must.”

She makes a loose fist, lifting her pointer finger with an aggressive flourish to kick off her ‘list of reasons Eddie has a big, fat crush on you.’ “Fact number one: he was conveniently wearing a super nice outfit.”

“He said he ran out of laundry.”

“And we’re buying that?” she scoffs. Her middle finger springs up to join the first one. “Two: he was so disgustingly up in your personal space. Like, you really should have seen it; it was—”

Mwah. Mwah mwah mwah. “Yeah, I don’t need another demonstration.”

“Three” —there goes her ring finger— “he came to a movie rental store that you just so happen to work at and then left without renting a movie.”

“Because you did something to spook him!”

“Which brings me to my fourth and final point.” Her pinky lifts up to join the team, fingers spread wide like a paper fan, and she telescopes her arm to shove them back and forth under his nose until he goes a little cross-eyed and bitches about her distracting the driver.

“Cut it out! You want me to drive us into someone’s trash cans?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, well I’m sending you the invoice when it scratches up the paint.”

She retreats to her side of the car, curling her back against the door and repeating, “My fourth and final point: I think he thinks we’re dating.”

“And? Everyone thinks we’re dating.”

“No, everyone wants us to be secretly dating,” she corrects. “But I’m pretty sure Eddie actually thinks I’m your girlfriend. You remember last week when you dropped me off at school?”

He does. Eddie had actually been there early for once; had been sitting on a bench out by the soccer fields, looking surly and half-asleep while he sucked down a cigarette. Hair all messed up by the wind. Looked kind of dangerous. Wild.

“He was, like, fully glaring at me when I walked into school that morning, and then he was super rude to me in band. Which, at the time, I was like, ‘oh, well I guess that’s just Eddie no one can ever tell what his mood’s gonna be like from day to day,’ but noo-o-ow…”

She starts squirming in her seat again, excitement overflowing as she finally cracks the case. “Now it all makes sense! Oh, my god! He totally hates me because he thinks we’re dating, and I’ll bet you anything he either didn’t know we work together or didn’t expect me to be there tonight and he totally, one hundred percent was there to flirt with you because he’s in lo—”

“Okay, Detective,” he cuts her off, because the tips of his ears are burning, and he doesn’t think he can handle her saying the L word out loud right now. “You’ve made your point, thank you.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“Uh, no.”

“Come on.” She jabs at his side. “Tell me I’m right tell me I’m right tell me I’m—”

“—A fucking menace? Gladly.”

“Translation: I’m right and you’re mad about it,” she smirks, victorious.

Steve knocks his forehead against the wheel as he pulls up to her curb. “Why do I drive you places?”

“Because you love me." She flips her visor down to freshen up her lip balm, mumbling around the chapstick, "I’m adding Surly Best Friendlish to my list of fluencies; I think it'll really make my college applications pop."

"Yuh huh," Steve grumbles. The thought of Robin leaving for college always sits in his gut like raw bread dough — thick and heavy and gross, rising to form a swollen lump in his throat. "Didn't you already submit all of those?"

"Yes, I diiiid," she sings, shimmying her shoulders with pride. "Duke's gonna say yes, I just know it. Picture it with me: Robin L. Buckley," she gestures to an imagined marquee somewhere just beyond the windshield, "class of 1990."

Steve swallows the urge to be a sulky dick about it. "They'd be lucky to have you," he says quietly.

"Nope. No no, none of that. No moping." She tugs at his arm; links their elbows together. "You're not allowed to mope when we have a party to get ready for."

"No, you have a party to get ready for. I'm going home."

"Steeeve-uh!" Holy shit. He just had to be soulmates with the whiniest lesbian in a 500 mile radius, didn't he? "Come to the bonfire party with me!"

"Yeah, that's a no."

“It’ll be fun!"

It most certainly will not be. "You really want me to go freeze my ass off in the woods all night while a bunch of former classmates talk shit about me the second they think I'm out of earshot?" He's been to enough of his parents' 'networking events' over the years to know exactly how that'll go. A full night of subtly closed-off body language, smirking whispers and judgmental glances that dart away as soon as he meets them head on. Fuck that. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

He just wants to go home. Feels momentarily sick with the desire to drive himself to Loch Nora.

"What did I say about moping?" Robin asks. She shoves into his space, hugging his arm tighter and deploying her most lethal sad wet kitten face (and Steve doesn't even like cats; this shouldn't fucking work on him.) "Pleeeease," she begs. "Vickie's going to be there, and I could really use a friend."

"So ask a friend!"

"I am, dipshit!"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Goddamn this woman. Steve hangs his chin to his chest in defeat, notices the weird stain he got on his shirt during work. "I have some conditions," he concedes.

She throws her arms out wide. "Condition me, baby!"

"First— ew. Okay, I don't like that; don't call me baby." Yeesh, and furthermore, yuck. "First, I'm borrowing one of your shirts, and you're probably never getting it back."

"Understandable,” she nods as she gets out of the car. Steve follows her out, propping his elbows on the roof.

"Secondly,” he continues, “I'm getting very drunk at this stupid party, and you're figuring out how we get home."

She reaches out over the top of the car; gives his hand a quick squeeze when he puts it in hers. "That's three things," she says fondly, "but I can work with that."

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part 23

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I'll Always Have Your Back

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Trigger Warnings: cursing, bullying (mental & physical)- calling the reader a nothing and a slur & the football jock breaks her nose, insecure Reader

Request:

hey could you do a karen shetty x reader fic where the reader is valedictorian or like super smart and that leads people to making fun of her because they just assume karen won’t do anything about it and when one of the football players takes it too far karen shows just how protective she can be

Mean Girls requests are open.

"What's up loser?" The boy asked, having just stuck his foot out, successfully tripping (Y/n). It was something that happened often. (Y/n) assumed it was because she was much smarter than them. Their GPAs were so bad, that a football scholarship couldn't save them in college. Still, this way of thinking did not cure the pain that shot through her leg when her knees came crashing onto linoleum floors. The sound of their immature laughter filled (Y/n)'s ears, but she was determined to just ignore how cruel they were by standing up and attempting to escape their torment. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't be rude, (L/n). I asked you what's up. You need to answer me."

Another football jock's hands landed on her shoulders, causing (Y/n) to tense as she knew that they were going to keep her there. "Hasn't your parents ever taught you to never touch a girl? Or are you guys just undisciplined pigs?" (Y/n) inquired in an attempt to stand up for herself. The look on their faces caused her to realize she had just made a mistake. Everyone surrounding her now looked even angrier, and (Y/n) felt herself grow frightened.

The main jock that had tripped her rolled up his sleeves as he approached her. He always looked menacing, but her comment must've made him hate her more. "I don't see what Karen sees in you. You're nothing but a weird dyke. My mother might've told me not to hit a girl, but she never said not to hit a worthless know-it-all." And with that, his fist collided with her nose. With the sound of cracking, a look of satisfaction floods his features. "You don't deserve Karen Shetty, (L/n). Drop her, Jake." He said as his friend let go of her shoulders. (Y/n), having been in so much pain, fell to her knees as she held her nose.

As the football jocks stalked away to lunch, footsteps approached (Y/n), causing her to wince until she looked up to see Janis Imi'ike with a concerned look on her features. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you to the nurse." She spoke comfortingly. (Y/n) didn't even notice Damian until she assisted in helping her up as Janis gathered (Y/n)'s school supplies, despite them being covered in blood. (Y/n) felt grateful for their assistance, but she also felt embarrassed and hoped they didn't witness anything that happened. But neither of them commented on anything as they instead took her to the nurse, who had to call an ambulance for a doctor to look at her nose.

"Please don't tell Karen. They're right, I don't deserve her. She deserves someone better." (Y/n) pleaded tearfully. She was embarrassed about the entire altercation. She allowed the football jocks to get in her head, but this time she couldn't shake their words. Janis and Damian eyed each other, silently agreeing that they had to tell someone. No matter how they felt about any of the Plastics, it was evident that (Y/n) and Karen were one of the school's favorite couples. They were an unlikely duo and it was so evident that they were incredibly in love with each other. "I just want to go home."

The nurse comfortingly put a hand on her shoulder as she dismissed Janis and Damian from her office. "We have to tell someone, Damian. We saw what happened, and (Y/n) deserves better. She's never treated anyone badly, despite her status with the Plastics. And she is a good friend." Janis reasoned, not necessarily wanting to approach the Plastics table. She almost wanted to find a negative about (Y/n) so she didn't have to overcome her fears of approaching Regina and the others.

"You've got this, Janis. You know this is the right thing to do." Damian encouraged, as they walked down the hall. He knew it was hard for Janis to approach them, and he wasn't going to let her do it alone. He also wasn't going to let her fear get in the way of doing what was right. Besides, Cady was at that table, and surely she would calm whatever negative nerves Janis was festering up and she would be able to gain some sense of calm. "I can't believe those dumb jocks did that to her. She didn't deserve any of that."

Janis nodded in agreement as they entered the cafeteria and made their way to the Plastics table. When they approached, Cady's eyes lit up for a moment before realizing where she was. Karen, who was evidently looking around the cafeteria for (Y/n) continued her search while Gretchen turned her attention to them in confusion. Regina, on the other hand, just flat-out ignored their presence as she scrolled through her phone, eating her cheese fries. "Karen, I just wanted to let you know that (Y/n) is in the nurse's office because some of the football jocks decided it was okay to hold her in one place and then break her nose." Janis blurted.

Everyone's attention was now on Janis, including Regina before she turned to narrow her eyes at the jocks across the room. Karen's brows furrowed worriedly before she excused herself momentarily. Automatically, Karen went to the nurse's office to see the nurse replacing a napkin to help with the nosebleed. (Y/n)'s eyes widened, making her cringe with pain as she looked at Karen. "Oh, baby," Karen whispered softly, coming close to her and examining her with care. "Do they bully you often?" Karen questioned softly making (Y/n) nod hesitantly. "Why didn't you tell me?" She inquired, her voice still calm and soft.

(Y/n) sighed softly, looking away from Karen. "I guess I was just embarrassed. I also didn't want to make my problems yours. Besides, I deserved it. They reminded me that I didn't deserve someone like you. They're right, too. You're so amazing, Karen, and you're so kind and beautiful." (Y/n) said softly, but before she could, Karen interrupted her.

"So are you, (Y/n). You do deserve happiness, and if you find that with me, then you deserve to experience that." It was moments like these where (Y/n) was reminded how smart Karen actually was. Not many people gave her enough credit. "I love you, (Y/n). What they did to you, and what they said to you, is not okay. And, I'm going to do something about it. You don't deserve to be hurt by them or anyone else. You deserve the world, and I'm going to make sure you get it."

(Y/n) smiled softly, muttering a soft 'I love you, too,' as a paramedic came in. The nurse couldn't allow Karen to go with (Y/n) because of the school rules, so Karen did what she needed to. She turned swiftly on her heels after she parted from (Y/n), promising to visit later, and marched to the cafeteria. Regina and Gretchen looked over at Karen, noting how pissed she looked, and they both smirked. They knew that those jocks were about to get absolutely ripped into. Everyone's attention was now on the tall girl as she approached their table with narrowed eyes. The one who punched (Y/n) only greeted Karen with a smirk before swiftly getting snatched by the shirt.

The boy's smirk dropped as he realized how scary Karen looked when she was mad. "I dare you to ever try that again. If you do, I will not hesitate to find you and show you how strong a girl can be. Tomorrow, you will be apologizing, and if you don't I'll make sure the rest of high school is hell for you." As she let go, she went to sit next to Gretchen, the boy standing there in fear for a good, long moment. Regina gave her a thumbs-up across the table as Gretchen patted her back softly as Cady sat there with amazed shock on her face.

Later that day, Karen visited (Y/n), who was a bit loopy on pain medication. "You are so cool. Thank you for standing up for me, babe." She slurred out, smiling a crooked smile as she leaned into Karen. "I love you, so much." She muttered happily, threatening sleep as her eyes fluttered closed.

"I love you, too, so much," Karen promised softly, kissing her temple. "And I'll always have your back."

[wrappedinpinklace]

Mismatched, Chapter Two.

(Authors note!! this chapter is kinda short, mainly because i’m working on other things as well, but i wanted to go ahead and get this out since i don’t have much posted about damian and im still working out how i want the jason todd fic to play out. i wish i could just copy and paste from my brain 😩. anywaysssss much love, angel!!)

“You guys,” you said dramatically, arms flung over the back of the Hufflepuff common room couch, “you are not going to believe what happened.”

Duke didn’t even look up from his Transfiguration essay. “Let me guess. You tripped into another fountain.”

“Or accidentally joined a secret dueling club,” Jon added, upside-down on the rug and halfway through a chocolate frog.

“Worse,” you said, your eyes wide with intensity. “Damian Wayne defended me.”

That got their attention.

Duke blinked.

Jon slowly sat up.

“No, he didn’t,” Duke said flatly.

“Okay, technically he didn’t say something super heroic or anything,” you admitted. “But one of his Slytherin friends said something mean—like real mean, like I was this annoying little bug who wandered into their pureblood tea party uninvited and Damian? He shut them down.”

Jon squinted. “What exactly did he say?”

You leapt off the couch, already full of energy and reenactment potential. “So there I was, standing like a lost lamb among the wolves, right? And Sasha was all ‘Do we know you?’ and I was just being my charming self, but then she started making fun of me for the glitter explosion! And Damian just… rose from the bench like the dark prince he is and said get this”

You lowered your voice, deep and broody. “‘She’s not talking to you.’”

Jon burst out laughing. Duke let his head fall into his hands. “Oh no.”

You pointed a finger. “You’re underestimating the gravity of the moment!”

“I’m underestimating how you’re retelling it like it was a marriage proposal,” Duke muttered.

“And then,” you said, ignoring him, “he looked at me. Like really looked at me. Not annoyed. Not dismissive. Just… intense. Like I startled something in him. Like like I crawled in through a crack in the stone wall of his soul and now he’s questioning everything.”

Jon wheezed. “That’s not what happened.”

“You weren’t there!” you said, spinning dramatically in your oversized jumper. “You didn’t see his eyes. He practically told his friends to shut up and bow before me!”

“She blinked at him once and he blinked back and now she’s naming their future children,” Duke said dryly.

You flopped back down beside them with a sigh, grinning at the ceiling. “His loss if he doesn’t realize how utterly amazing I am.”

At that moment, your familiar chose to leap onto the coffee table, scattering a pile of quills and parchment like confetti.

“Muffin!” you gasped. “Rude.”

Muffin, your gray, one-eyed cat with far too much attitude for something so round, settled proudly in the mess she’d made, curling her tail around her paws like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“She’s just like you,” Duke said. “Loud, unpredictable, kind of alarming.”

“She’s loyal,” you corrected, giving Muffin a scratch behind the ears. “And very emotionally intelligent. Aren’t you, baby? You can smell soulmates. Can’t you?”

Muffin sneezed.

“I’ll take that as confirmation.”

Jon giggled again, and Duke just shook his head, but neither of them were really annoyed. They knew you too well. This was just how your heart worked: fast, bright, and all-in. You loved easily, wildly, without caution. Your crushes burned quick and hot, but this one… this one lingered.

Even you felt the difference.

Maybe it was the way Damian hadn’t looked at you like everyone else did. Or maybe it was just that under all that cold and control, you saw something real.

Or maybe you were completely delusional. But it was fun to hope. And that was more than enough, for now.

————

You hated Astronomy

You hated charts. You hated planets. You hated trying to remember which constellation looked like a bow and which one looked like a deformed duck. Most of all, you hated calculating star paths, because apparently you needed math for that, and no one warned you.

“I just don’t get it,” you groaned, slumping in your chair dramatically. “How do you measure the position of a star that’s probably been dead for a million years?”

Duke sighed, resting his chin in his palm. “It’s not dead, it’s just—”

“Light-years away, I know,” you interrupted, flopping backward so hard your chair creaked. “But what if it is dead? What if it exploded and no one told us and I’m doing a whole star chart based on a ghost? I can’t fail Astronomy because I believe in haunted space.”

Jon giggled beside you, flipping through his notes. “That is both the most and least scientific thing I’ve ever heard.”

You let out a long, dramatic wail and dropped your head onto the open textbook in front of you. “Just leave me. Go to your classes. I’ll rot here among the moons and misery.”

“We’ve still got five minutes,” Duke muttered, scanning his notes like he could delay the inevitable.

But unfortunately, time refused to bend to your will—unlike your friends, who were about to leave you to die. As they started packing their things, you clutched the edge of Duke’s sleeve like he was about to set off for war.

“You can’t leave me!” you whispered fiercely. “This is a crime against friendship.”

“I’ve literally gone over the star chart with you four times,” he said, deadpan.

“I was emotionally unprepared.”

“You were doodling Saturn as a donut.”

“I stand by my artistic choices.”

Jon patted your shoulder with a pitying smile. “You’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll have a breakthrough while you’re alone.”

“More like a breakdown,” you muttered as they waved and hurried off to class, abandoning you to your fate.

The library settled into a hush, as it always did, calm and slightly dusty, with floating candles bobbing high above and scrolls unrolling themselves along shelves. You sighed dramatically into your folded arms, letting the textbook cradle your despair. You weren’t even sure what page you were on anymore.

And that’s when he walked in.

You didn’t notice at first. Damian Wayne moved quietly, like a shadow gliding between the bookshelves. He was scanning the aisles with that permanent look of mild disdain, his hands tucked into his Slytherin robes and his posture effortlessly perfect, because of course it was.

He hadn’t even meant to look your way. He was just checking for an open table.

But unfortunately for him, he lingered. Just a second too long. And that’s when you lifted your head. Your eyes locked.

It was too late.

Your entire face lit up. “Damian!”

He visibly considered turning around. Just for a moment. You saw the micro-debate behind his eyes: fight or flight.

You sat up straighter, brushing hair from your face and gesturing wildly to your book-covered table. “Oh thank Merlin. A friendly face. Come to rescue me from the cruel, infinite void of outer space?”

He didn’t move.

“…It’s Astronomy,” you added, as if that explained anything.

“I gathered.” Still, he didn’t leave.

You took that as a win.

“Duke and Jon abandoned me,” you said, propping your chin on your hand. “They said it was ‘class’ but honestly, I think they were just emotionally unprepared for how dumb I am when it comes to stars.”

“You’re not dumb,” he said automatically.

You blinked. “Wait..was that…a compliment?”

“It was a statement.”

“Which is one inch away from a compliment,” you grinned. “Careful, Damian. People will start to think you have a heart.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped toward your table anyway, hands still tucked into his pockets.

“Do you even know where Polaris is?”

“…That’s the one with the belt, right?”

Damian closed his eyes slowly like he was begging the universe for patience.

You beamed.

“You’re staying, aren’t you?”

He sighed. “Only because you clearly need help before you confuse the moon with a white dwarf.”

“See? I knew you were nice under all that brooding.”

“I’m not.”

“Sure,” you said, sliding a spare chair toward him with your foot. “Tell yourself whatever you need to sleep at night.”

Damian sat.

And you smiled at the stars for the first time that day.

————

“You’re actually a good teacher, you know,” you said, half in awe, half in disbelief, as Damian calmly redrew a constellation for the third time. “Strict. Kind of scary. But good.”

Damian didn’t look up. “You say that like it’s surprising.”

“Well, I assumed you’d be the type to throw my star chart into the fireplace and say something cutting about natural selection.”

He glanced up, expression dry. “You’re confusing me with Tim.”

You snorted. “Fair.”

It had been almost an hour since he sat down. And somehow, the world hadn’t ended. You hadn’t exploded anything. He hadn’t stormed off in a cloud of contempt. In fact, you were… learning.

Like, actually learning.

You’d even stopped dramatizing your own suffering for a solid ten minutes, which might’ve been a personal record.

Damian had shifted in his seat beside you, his robes neat and posture perfect even now. His sketchbook sat closed near his elbow, slightly askew atop his bag. You hadn’t noticed it at first, too distracted by being saved from the black hole of astronomy.

But now…

“Is that your sketchbook?” you asked, tilting your head.

He paused, hand still over the parchment he’d been writing on.

“…Yes.”

You smiled. “Can I see?”

He didn’t respond right away.

You didn’t press, even though your curiosity was bouncing up and down like Muffin at breakfast. You could tell it wasn’t the kind of thing he usually let people see. Which, of course, made you want to see it even more.

After a moment, Damian sighed—quiet, like something inside him gave way. Then, without a word, he reached for the sketchbook and flipped it open with slow, precise hands.

Page after page of beautiful linework, clean, detailed, controlled. You recognized some of the creatures from Care of Magical Creatures: a Hippogriff mid-flight, a sleeping Niffler curled on a pile of galleons, a Thestral rendered in haunting, delicate strokes.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed. “These look like they could walk off the page.”

He didn’t answer, but you saw his jaw shift—just the slightest tension, like your words had reached a place he didn’t know existed.

And then he turned the page again. And your breath caught. You stared. It was you.

Your hair falling over your shoulders. The curve of your smile mid-laugh. A leaf tangled in your hair. Your eyes were squinted shut, like you’d just said something ridiculous.

But the way he’d drawn you, soft and intricate and focused, made it feel like you were something important.

You looked up at him, blinking.

“Wait… is that—?”

The sketchbook slammed shut.

Damian stood so fast the chair scraped the stone floor. “I have class,” he said sharply, already reaching for his bag.

You blinked again, caught somewhere between stunned and confused. “Wait, what? Damian—”

“Don’t be late for Astronomy,” he said without looking at you. Then he turned and walked off, fast and stiff like something had short-circuited in his brain.

You sat there for a full minute, staring at the space he’d just occupied.

Muffin, who had been curled beneath the table unnoticed until now, peeked her head out and let out a very unimpressed mrrp.

“I know,” you whispered, dazed. “But… that looked like me. Right?”

The cat sneezed. You weren’t sure if that was a yes or a no.

You shook your head and tried to refocus, but the thought lingered like a spell gone wrong, fluttering around your heart, impossible to pin down.

Meanwhile, across the castle, Damian sat in the back of Charms class, staring straight ahead, unmoving.

He didn’t hear a word the professor said. His hand was tight around his quill, ink pooling on his parchment. It had been an accident. He hadn’t meant to show her. Hadn’t meant to draw her so many times, either.

She was just… always there. Loud. Clumsy. Infuriatingly sincere.

And somehow, she had managed, without any permission at all, to become the only person he couldn’t stop seeing.

He scowled.

This was exactly why he didn’t get involved.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for visiting a restaurant after it changed ownership?

I (young adult, genders irrelevant for everyone in this story) have been living in the same neighborhood for most of my life, and I usually cook my own dinner. However, because my dad left the family when I was young, and my mom made me move out as soon as I was an adult, I wasn't completely prepared to live on my own, so I don't have a consistent source of income. I've had to move between apartments in the same neighborhood a lot, and sometimes when I'm in the process of moving it's really hard to cook my own dinner. The neighborhood is pretty isolated, so there aren't really many other places to get food, so I've mostly been hungry during those moving periods.

However, a few months ago, my friend R told me L, one of our neighbors I hadn't talked to before, was starting a restaurant business. She'd apparently started out by making food for her two children, S and O, who I'd seen around the neighborhood a few times and was vaguely familiar with, but realized her food was good and opened it up to the rest of the neighborhood for a low price. Of course, I was super excited to get to try someone else's cooking for the first time since I'd moved out, so R and I started visiting L's restaurant every now and then when I was moving or otherwise unable to cook. It's her secondary job, so she wasn't always there, but S and O also worked there and were friendly to us.

I thought it was a good arrangement... until I visited one day recently to find the door closed at a time when it's usually open. I would have just gone home, but it had been really rainy lately, I was under a lot of stress, and I didn't feel up to getting food for myself in those conditions, so I stood around for a few minutes, waiting to see if S or O would come out and explain. Instead, some people I've never seen before came into the lobby of the restaurant and just stared at me from inside. Instead of explaining anything to me or letting me in, they just laughed at me and took pictures of me? I was already really upset and that just made it unbearable to be around other people, so I left. I went back a few days later to double check if it was open, because I was still hungry, but the new people were still there, and I left even more quickly this time. I'm not proud of that- maybe I could have talked to the new people if I'd stayed longer instead of embarrassing myself, but I also feel like they were being really rude.

I asked R about it later to see if they'd talked to S or O lately or knew anything about what I assumed was change in ownership, but R didn't help at all. They told me that they hadn't seen S or O, but I shouldn't have expected the restaurant to stay open forever and that it was stupid of me to go back on the second day. I guess I can see how I might have been an asshole to go back, but I don't know what R meant about the restaurant. Is it because it's not L's main job? Were we the only customers and not giving her enough income to continue it for anyone but her kids? Or was the restaurant like... a front for money laundering or something? I really don't know. I'm hurt, hungry, and so confused. Was I in the wrong for bothering the new humans? Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[cutielights]

Hello! Can i please request pure wholesome young sister!reader who has the good luck gift?and she use it to help her family out in anyway.

Hc, one-shot... Anything you want.

It's like; When reader just pat her brother's head while they play gacha game *BOOM* all they roll - temporarily - is nothing less then rare characters and weapons...etc.

Y E S

Haha, and again, I write g/n readers with no gender in mind. Bc for ages I avoided F! Readers like the plague and still kinda do

@snipersiniora @moonchhu TAG LIST

Lucky! Sibling

When all of your brothers powers began manifesting, you were really disappointed, it seemed like you hadn’t gotten anything from these “mystic weapons”

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, but it did make you feel left out. But hey, at least you’re in the same boat as Dee right? Except, he hadn’t picked a weapon and kept his Tech Bō…

But that’s fiiineeee, everything is fiinnneee, don’t panic. Don’t panic. D O N ‘ T P A N I C

Yeah… you were pretty miserable about it for a while. But hey! At least you can be happy for your brothers, that’s not so bad, especially watching Leo try to open portals.

“Nardo, I’d love it if you had a portal right about now-“

“I’m WORKING on it!” And there it was, a big portal, in no time at all.

“Wow you’re getting good at this.”

And that was just the start of everything

“Aww come on! Raph can’t jump that high!”

“Yes you can! I believe in you!” :D

And would you know it? He made it by the skin of his teeth

“Nooooo, I need it to drop an Ultra Legendary, not a stupid normal Legendary.”

“This next one might be.”

“Oh would you look at that.”

It took Donnie inventing the mystic lenses on his goggles for everyone to finally catch on to what was going on, including yourself

“You’re kidding right?”

“Dearest ___, would I use a faulty piece of technology? Let alone make it myself?”

“Yes.”

“Scoff! Rude.”

“Woaahhhh! You have to come out painting with me! Every single one will look perfect, AND we won’t be seen by humans!”

Learning how to make things more or less in people’s favour is fun, but you seem to struggle making it happen for yourself. On purpose at least

“Oh that worked? I mean, of course it did, I am amazing and super great at using my mystical powers.”

<3 thanks for the request cutie

[ratseathumans]

Intro post because I realized I never have done one

INTRO :0

uh you can call me rat or eat or human or all of them..my name is confusing.

pronounssss: any is fine!!<3

pets for some reason I’m adding this: 2 ferrets named Charlie and Jasmine<3 my dads two dogs Willow and Callie<3 And my two cats that our my moms, Baby cat and Shadow<3 (please ask about them I love rambling about them)

age stuff: I’m 14.. so..uh..no harassment pretty please

Sexuality: pansexual!! + poly!<3

Alaskan. Got any questions about that state I’m the gal to answer them

(i’m horrible at geography)

Socials!:

My Pinterest is “@moldyratz”

discord: mold0829_35549

:3

Some fandoms/youtubers/Music I enjoy (there’s a lot I’m so sorry 😭):

Ramshackle, Pine point, Brooklyn 99! Young Sheldon, ACNH, NIGHT INTO THE WOODS! Heathers (still need to watch the musical) INSIDE JOB!!! (So mad that show got canceled.) Gravity falls, THE FLORIDA PROJECT, everyone in my family has killed someone(book) Poetry?(is..is that a fandom..?) Whatever “:D :) :0 :o :p :3 :/ :\ :> :<“ is, dead plate, married in red! Becky prim, onewheatmark, Juno! Pieces of powder<33 Noah and friends, Get fatter now!!! Lacey’s games, needy streamer overload, thirteen

Flamingo, Kubz Scouts, FunkyFrogBait, Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis Conner, truckstopper05 and sometimes random shit

(some of these artists are very controversial, I do not support their actions.)

Alex g! Lana del ray❤︎︎ Mitski, Heathers the musical music, ICP, Mccaferty, Twenty One Pilots!! (Been a fan since I was born), Kimya dawnson, Sagpi, Adrianne Lenker, Big thief, Car seat headrest, DESTROY BOYS‼️‼️‼️ Mindless self indulgence, foot ox<3 FRANKK SINARTAAAA, my orchestra music<3 viola solos! Mom jeans, GRLWOOD, Ayesha erotica, modern baseball, car seat headrest, Dazey and the scouts, The Dreadson dolls, Free throw, group love, hot freaks, INDIGO DE SOUZA❤️

I’m currently learning a six string guitar so any tips will help! I’m also making a small project Misty Grove! (Inspired by Pine point, And my friend group.) here’s the post if you want to learn more about it<3 : https://www.tumblr.com/ratseathumans/779599334305087488/misty-grove-something-i-made-in-november

Ooo yeah I also made a quiz!

Oh yeah, sometimes I will maybe post some rants just to get them out of my chest, I don’t know why but I find comfort in that. So if those make you uncomfortable you just ignore them:)

DNI: prosh!ppers, Sex!xts, rac!sts, P3dos, HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE. and please for the love of the day, do NOT do anon hate, to me or other people, it’s rude and disrespectful.

People that are super duper kewl AND SILLY and you should go them check out!!! NOW

(Warning I am repeating a lot of stuff because I care about yall a lot..and I think you are so sweet and kind and funny <3)

@zuicidegay thank you for always being so kind!!! AND YOUR DRAWINGS ARE AMAZING!!!! @fleshcollector YOU ARE SO COOL AND I CANNOT WAIT TO BECOME YOUR FRIEND FOR LONGER<3

@highclasshomosexual you’ll always be my best friend and I’ll always be so thankful that you came into my life<3 ilysm dude!!

@harveyyverse your so kewl and sweet and really fun to talk to!

@girlsnap your always super sweet<3 @piratebeanscore your always super kind, and i appreciate it<3 @silly-lesb21 your so cool!! And you’re really sweet!!! @skippsmandolin you have been there for me for a lot of sucky ass stuff, and I really appreciate you dude<3 @nat-the-rat326 I appreciate you for always making me laugh<3 @pinkdiamonddd you seem so sweet and super funny and I’m excited to get to know you more<3 @sokittykingdom even though we just met you seem super kind and I’m excited to know you more<33 @hv-solver YOUR SO COOL AND I LOVE THAT YOU CHECK UO ON ME‼️‼️‼️

(People that I sadly don’t talk to BUT SEEM COOL AS HELL!!)

@ep1cmorko @booyahhstormz @bluebrey @cornread @coins-and-beans @yoitsmealoserr @msmpictures @geralds-little-art-corner @averagetmntfan @arvilleaddict @whitepheasant536 @planetahmane @roguepierogi7 @ask-mayfly @starboyblues

[riverreignwrites]

I'm going to marry him...

Wally West x male oc Requested? yes/no Warnings: none Intended reader: Male Reader/Female reader Parts: One

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Wally West liked to think he had his life pretty together.

Good friends. Super speed. Pretty alright hair most days. Good enough that he could walk down a city street with Artemis and Kaldur'ahm without making a complete fool of himself.

Or so he thought.

They were just strolling, drinks in hand, trading dumb jokes and plans for lunch, when it happened.

Wally's eyes — traitors — snagged on a boy standing just ahead of them.

Not just any boy. The boy.

Brown hair, messy and soft-looking, falling into his face. Golden, amber eyes, bright and warm like late summer sunlight. A tote bag slung over one shoulder, scrubs peeking out from underneath a jacket, earbuds half-falling out of his pocket, as if he was too busy saving kittens to care about something like that.

Wally felt like he was punched by Cupid himself.

And that's exactly when he walked straight into a metal street pole.

BAM.

His drink — poor, poor drink — exploded out of his hand and rained down in a sad, milky arc. People nearby gasped and laughed. Some whispered behind their hands.

Artemis choked on her own laughter.

Kaldur’ahm looked genuinely concerned — but also slightly resigned, like he’d seen this movie before.

Wally staggered back, clutching his forehead.

"Ohmygodareyouokay?" a voice said — and it wasn’t Artemis. It wasn’t Kaldur.

It was him.

The cute boy.

The cute boy who was now practically running toward him, amber eyes wide with so much concern that Wally’s knees wobbled.

"Uh... I think?" Wally squeaked.

God, was his voice always that high? Was this puberty? Was he dying?

"Let me check it out, okay? Make sure nothing’s broken, you ran into there... pretty hard," the boy said, wincing sympathetically.

Wally froze, brain melting under the gentle worry in his voice. Was this boy an angel? A nurse? A doctor? Some kind of heavenly first-aid spirit?

"Name’s Leo," the boy said, kneeling a little to look Wally over. "How about you?"

Wally blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

What was his name again? Why was that so hard?!

"Uh... my name's... what's my name?" he blurted out helplessly.

Artemis audibly slapped her forehead. Kaldur’ahm made a soft, long-suffering sigh.

Leo’s eyes widened, horror sparking. "I surely hope you don't have a concussion, dear me." He pressed a careful hand to Wally’s temple, tilting his head to look closer.

Wally thought he might evaporate on the spot.

"His name’s Wally," Kaldur'ahm supplied quickly. "I am Kaldur’ahm. This is Artemis."

Leo blinked slowly at them.

Then made a deeply unimpressed face, hands still gently bracing Wally.

"Yeah, that’s nice that you know his name," Leo said dryly, "but he doesn't. And that's my problem. I don't care if you know every name in the universe, you're not helping me or his head. Sorry to be rude."

Artemis snorted.

Leo ignored them, tapping two fingers lightly near Wally’s temple.

"Alright, sweetheart," Leo said, calm and steady, "let's make sure you’re still all there, huh? Answer me slow, no rush."

Wally nodded weakly.

"Where were you born?" "Blue Valley," Wally mumbled.

"Good. What's your name?" "Wally West," he said, a little more sure.

Leo smiled warmly — holy hell it was like the sun came out — and Wally swayed a little.

"Where are you right now?" "Uh... Metropolis... street... place?" Wally said.

Leo snorted. "Close enough."

"What day of the week is it?" "Saturday," Wally said proudly.

"What time is it?" "Uh... noon?" Wally guessed.

Leo checked his watch and gave a little approving nod.

"Okay, last one: can you spell the word 'world' backwards?" Wally scrunched his nose. "D...L...R...O...W?"

Leo beamed at him. "Perfect."

(Artemis fake-swooned behind them. Kaldur gently elbowed her.)

Leo finally stood up, offering Wally his hand.

"You're mostly fine. Maybe a little bruised. Maybe a concussed, but you should be fine, love" Leo said brightly, his voice raising an octave as he smiled at Wally

Wally flushed bright red.

Wally was gone. Just fully, completely gone. He took Leo’s hand like it was a lifeline and stumbled upright.

"Um... thanks," he said, voice cracking slightly.

"Anytime," Leo said, winking.

"Uh... can I, uh, like... get you a coffee or something?"

Leo’s smile widened. "You're lucky my type is cute redheads who don't know where they're going."

Wally blushed. Then laughed — slightly hysterically.

Leo tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, amber eyes dancing. "I’m off shift in an hour. Meet me at that coffee shop across the street?"

"Y-Yeah! Y-yeah, totally! I’ll be there!" Wally said way too fast.

Leo grinned one last time, then walked off, throwing a small wave over his shoulder.

Wally stared after him like he was watching a dream float away on the breeze.

Behind him, Artemis finally broke.

"You’re such an idiot," she howled, wiping her eyes.

Kaldur simply clapped a hand on Wally’s shoulder. "I have never been more proud," he said solemnly.

Wally just stood there, dazed, clutching his now-empty, soggy drink cup, and whispered,

⚡🩺☕💕

[lightlycareless]

I keep thinking of naoya making a fool of himself around y/n and y/n just being confused (idk) like he tries to get her to like him but it doesn’t turn out well😭 , idk if that made sense sorry!!😔

Hello!!

Awww this was really sweet to think about, however I got confused in the end and made it somewhat of a happy ending lmao.

Well, I still hope you like it!! (If anyone wants angst tho, I do recommend reading my valentine's day special. But I too been wanting to write something heart clenching for a while, might get onto it....)

warnings: highschool au. naoya likes you but he doesn't know how to approach you. he is ridiculous.

Happy reading!!

A silly Naoya is more like an overconfident Naoya, the type of guy that will never stop bragging about ANYTHING just to make you look his way.

It's certainly worse when he's barely starting to acknowledge his feelings, getting to that point where he finally says "I think I like her."

To stand out and get your attention is something Naoya never thought he'd need to do, simply believing that his title as heir of the Zen'in and his outstanding achievements as sorcerer would've done the trick—but they didn't, and now, he had to put in the work.

Thus, the borderline ridiculous demonstrations of his persona, courtesy of Ranta's advice; though if it’s worth anything, this is not what he envisioned.

"Can you believe he didn't want to accept my assignment only because I didn't hand it over in a folder? That's so stupid, can't wait to get him fired as soon as I—"

"Wait, Naoya, Y/N's coming!"

"ANYWAYS I WENT TO THE MALL THE OTHER DAY TO THIS LUXURIOUS STORE AND BOUGHT JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING THERE AND STILL HAD MONEY TO SPARE, GEE WHY IS EVERYTHING SO CHEAP NOWADAYS??? AND PEOPLE STILL COMPLAIN ABOUT THE ECONOMY!! I JUST WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO SHARE ALL MY MONEY WITH—did she look??? Did she turn around to see me??"

Ranta sighs.

"No."

"Ughghhhhhhh what do I need to do to make her see me?!"

Though frustrated, he does not give up.

"—yeah, I think we're going to this super expensive resort for the weekend. I personally preferred to travel out of the country, but you know how my father is, lazy as always. If it were up to that old man we’d never leave the—and now??? Did that work?? Is she looking??"

But the results are the same.

Naoya would keep on trying, loudly proclaiming things that in his mind would eventually earn him your interest, or at least a simple glance….

Until he, eventually of course, tires himself out. Sorrowfully finding that his endeavors had been nothing but fruitless as you continue living your own life, without Naoya in your consideration.

You’re slowly becoming someone unreachable to his grasp, and while he doesn’t plan on giving up just yet, he does intend to take a break, maybe reconsider his possibilities… before coming to a conclusion where you might not be involved anymore.

And what better way to clear his mind than indulging in one of his favorite activities—secluding himself at the rooftop of the school building to read the newest release of his favorite manga.

Unaware that someone else might be there, coincidentally… the person he wished nothing more than to be with.

"What are you reading?" You'd ask upon noticing the intense stare of the young, somewhat handsome man, he’s giving his magazine.

"Do you mind? I'm bus—o-oh!" He freezes upon realizing it was the girl of his dreams talking to him, cheeks burning red as he closes the manga and looks away. “Don’t—Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on someone like that?!"

"Ah, sorry!" You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to startle you, it's just that you looked so concentrated, I couldn’t help but to be intrigued! Is your story really interesting?"

"...it is" Naoya murmurs, gaze returning to you—he almost glances away yet again at your closeness, but your beauty makes it almost impossible to do so. "It's the latest chapter, I waited a whole month to read it."

“A whole month…?” you repeat. “Wow.”

“Yeah, it was a long time—"

“Hmmm, not quite.” You teased. “I’ve waited years just to see the continuation of my favorite series! Talk about dedication.”

“Huh, well, I don’t think it’s the same—this felt worse because of how good it is.”

“Really? I don’t know, I can’t believe you—I have to see what you’re reading for that. You grin, he smirks.

“Is that so? Then don’t let me stop you from finding the truth.”

And Naoya happily obliges, both excited to share one of the things he enjoys the most with the person he adores most, as well as the fact that you’re finally setting your eyes on him! After all this time!

He considered it to be incredibly unexpected, and perhaps a bit silly how it came to be, unable to believe that it took so little to impress you.

But as soppy as it sounds, there is truth in admitting that there is no better way to get someone to like you, than by being yourself.

omg that was so fluffy agkjasjghasjkghjsa cheesy too ahahahahah damn I surprised myself for sure!!

Rest assured, you heard Naoya do all of those things and consistently thought "Is he ok? Why is he yelling?"

After the two begin to date you'll tell him how weird it was of him to do all that hahahah though... "You didn't have to do that, I already liked you." Naoya feels even sillier :^)

Anyways, I hope you liked it!! I'm sorry this didn't end up in a sad note, I read the request very quickly and ended up understanding you only wanted an interpretation of Naoya being silly—though I do want to write something sad between the two, him messing up and all that. Luckily, I have the perfect excuse for that through other asks hehehehehe

Thank you so much for sending in this ask and for your patience!! Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[ladysavich]

Do you have Cedric headcanons? Or any other headcanons about other players? :0

I decided to make headcanons on both Cedric and rip Staples …cause…why not??Anyways here is a little something for you @williamhandsomeface <3

Cedric general headcanons

 Cedric is a headcanon name made by @williamhandsomeface.

26 years old

Favourite food: Meatball soup

Least favourite: tofu

Idk much about him as a character, but from all the scenes i have seen of him he seems to be a very grumpy and nonchalant guy.

Pretty unphased most of the time

Gotten used to the popularity as a football star and tried his best to not seem rude in front of the new fans

He has gotten backlash for being...too nonchalant and looking like he doesn't care (BRO THATS HIS FACE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!?)

Pretty close to Rip and Franklin

Used to go shopping in hot topic when he was a kid (still probably goes there from time to time)

Plays the guitar

Definitely got a bunch of sponsors from beauty companies (Mostly for their hair masks)

Has the perfect hair care routine

 I mean look at his hair. I wanna touch it so bad

Teaches the others how to do the perfect base for their makeup

He looks like he carries everything for the team during trips/ games

Sunscreen? He packed 5 Hair gel? He has 3 and one if them being the one that Vlad personally like to use Deodorant? He has 12 Setting spray? He packed 2 each from 10 different brands

Has a really sweet and loving relationship with his mom

This is how his mom sees him

(pls ignore the bad editing, i made this on my sisters computer😭)

Hobbies include: Drawings (mostly small sketches and scenery), or anything related to art in general

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RIP Staples general headcanons

25-26 years old

Romanian

Absolute dumbass

Favourite food: carrot cake

Least favourite: cabbage rolls

I guess that he is supposed to be a mummy?? Like how Vlad is a “vampire”

He has the mind of a 13-year-old boy. 

He looks like he would celebrate having an S/O and sulk when any of his teammates get a girl/ boyfriend.

Probably the only one who doesn't give a shit about his hair and makeup as much as the others

He boasts about how good he looks and how amazing he is …..but then he shuts up when he sees vlad 💀

this guy carries absolutely nothings during matches. He knows that others are gonna be carrying the supplies that he might need so he just has his phone and wallet with him.

Just like Jones he cannot do math.

Can roll his eyes to the back of his head.

He does just to scare his team and sometimes other teams

Kind of a dork.

Looks like he had a phase where he was obsessed with dinosaurs and egyptian relics and stories

Has a big sister (trust me, i just know)

She still calls him her "baby brother"

Hobbies include: Photography, and baking

He has a whole album full of pictures he has taken of his team during practice and while travelling. Including a few pictures with fans

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sorry for posting this super late😓. I hope you still like this. Feel free to write your own headcanons in the replies/ comments.

[anime-fan-05]

could you please write for BLAST with a usually super sweet reader sticking up for them when someones talking shit about them or being mean to them? shes usually super kind and understanding and they havent ever seen her argue with anyone but she gets super upset when someone starts spreading rumors or being rude to/using them.

Nana ~Being defended by their girlfriend~

Manga/anime: Nana

Warnings: nothing

O. Nana

As much as she loves your sweetness and kindness, she's always thought she would like to see a bit more of a "wild" side of you too, which is why she'll be really positively affected by your violent reaction to her haters

Of course, that will amaze her, as she would never have expected such a reaction, and she'll be attracted to you even more than she was before

On the other hand, though, she'll also be shocked by your attitude (she'll also think she would do better to never make you angry)

She'll watch you scold whoever dares to insult her, but she'll be ready to intervene if the situation degenerates

"You know you were really hot when you were defending me?" "H-huh? Hot? T-thanks…" "It's amazing how you go from hot to shy in such a short time." "N-Nana!"

T. Nobuo (Nobu)

He'll blush a lot: his eyes will widen and his cheeks will turn a scarlet hue, especially because he'll realize how much you care and love him

He'll also think you're really beautiful and attractive when you defend him like that

However, he might also get sad because he'll think you consider him too weak to be able to defend himself (I'm sure he has some complexes about this issue since Hachi left him), and you'll have to reassure him that isn't the case at all

If you need reassurance he still loves you even if you behave a little rougher than usual, he'll give it to you without thinking twice

He'll prefer the sweeter, kinder and more understanding version of you, but he won't mind if you sometimes have more aggressive or rude behaviors (just don't insult him, otherwise he'll be really sad and get depressed)

O. Shin'ichi (Shin)

When he hears the bad words of those who accuse him, at first he'll attempt to ignore them, trying to convince himself they're insignificant, but he would be lying if he said they didn't influence and affect him, at least in part

He'll totally forget about them as soon as he sees or hears you defending him, though: he would never have expected you, his sweet, kind and adorable girlfriend, to be so fierce in defending him!

He might even get emotional, as he'll finally realize you care about him so much you're ready to receive someone's hate by defending him

Although he'll be happy you defended him, he'll still try to stop the "fight" between you and his haters, as he won't want it to escalate and end more violently

"Ne, thank you for defending me before… But next time don't get into trouble just for me."

T. Yasushi (Yasu)

He'll definitely be impressed you care so much about him you defend him publicly, and his lips will turn into a small but sweet smile

Nevertheless, he'll "scold" you (not violently, of course), worried you might get in trouble with his haters because of your aggressive responses

In fact, he'll take your hand and lead you away from them, whispering to you it wasn't necessary to make all that fuss just for some insults

"Calm down, darling, you shouldn't have made such a fuss just because of those words." "How can you say that? They insulted you so violently! I wanted to defend you!" "I'm really happy you care enough to defend me, but I'd be happier if you didn't get into trouble due to the insignificant words of strangers."

While he may admit to being attracted to your more violent personality, he'll prefer the sweet and gentle one

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[karrashifts]

Answering your Shifting Questions pt2!! ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 What does a day in your fame DR look like?

This is super hard to answer since everyday looks different just like they do here. Currently I am mostly at home and planning my wedding so I get up late, do chores, maybe stream live on Instagram and then do some planning. Sometimes I go out with friends or my fiance but as of right now my life is rather calm.

When I am filming thats of course entirely different and I usually have to get up early to go to set, get my makeup done and start filming. It usually only lasts till the afternoon and i'll either get food somewhere or go home to cook.

Especially with scheduled interviews and events everything can always differ but these are the two normal types of days I can think of during non filming and filming period.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Which Gong Yoo is your favorite and why?

For context — Gong Yoo is my s/o and I shift to him and his characters in multiple different realities.

In my DRS themselves i cannot really pick a favorite since i scripted i forget about other s/o's once i get to a DR. I really only ever have eyes for the one currently at hand. In terms of this reality i would say that all of them are pretty much the same except for some personality traits, age and styling choices, making it hard to pick one. I do think that Gong Yoo himself in my main dr (my adult fame dr) is probably the dearest to me since he was the first and without his acting skills and roles I wouldn't even have started shifting to meet the others. I've also just been dating him the longest and I think he knows me the best.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Are there celebrities or people that ended up being rude? Ones that you didn't expect to be?

Hell yeah. I recently made a tik tok about this but plenty of celebrities really just keep their image up infront of a camera. Especially middle aged men. Johnny Depp, Chris Evans or Lee Byun Hun have all not been the nicest and are rather arrogant. On the other hand I've especially made bad experiences in the music industry. My DR currently faces the most drama with Taylor Swift but Chappel Roan and Chaeyoung from Twice are also kinda meh.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Is there anything about the film industry that is largely different?

Well to begin with Star Wars is obviously entirely different. The clone wars are a live action show filmed and realeased in a span of 17 years with the actors growing up on set. Therefore a lot of other shows haven't gotten released. The sequels also followed the plot of legends and only now shows such as Andor or Ahsoka are releasing since the clone wars have ended.

Marvel is also slightly different since Infinity War and Endgame were pushed together and released back to back in 2 years. Therefore everything got was sorta earlier in time.

Aside that singular movies and shows were realessed later/earlier/not at all etc & of course a lot of the casting isn't like it is here.

.ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 Any unexpected friendships?

YES PLENTY!!! The first one that comes to mind is Florence Pugh. I never really thought of her before shifting to this reality but since I directed black widow we grew super close and meet up a lot. She's genuinely one of the famous people that I feel like either isn't way too mature & serious but also not too childish so shes super fun to be around.

Aside that I am friends now with many people all around the industry because I often develop friend crushes for people I didn't even know existed but they js seem so cool ugh.

x mary

[of-comfort-and-love]

*peeks out from curtain* Hi... 👋🏾

I'll admit that I'm not as super active as I used to. But I figured I might as well share some updates.

I graduated from college!! 🎉 (It was back in May though and I haven't really found time to share it with you guys.)

I've been busy with my job and it's honestly quite stressful. Sadly so much so that I haven't had much time to even think about self shipping/my writing. I have a couple drafts that are still unfinished but I have just no motivation to continue them. Which really sucks because I really enjoy writing so much. I'm trying my best though because I just have too many ideas for stuff I wanna write.

I need to get caught up on Digital Circus...

I have been getting back into self shipping stuff slightly because I have suddenly developed two newer crushes... 😳💓

Spoilers for Alien Stage below + a bit of a rant:

From left to right, we've got the Grim Reaper from A Date With Death and Till from Alien Stage.

I've been getting back into playing dating sims/otome games, so please no spoilers! I'll perhaps add him as one of my main F/Os once I get one of the endings.

As for Alien Stage, I've been a fan of creator Vivinos for quite a while, even back when she was active on Tumblr. I've adored her artstyle and I've loved ALNST ever since I saw the teasers.

Till has become one of my favorite characters since his introduction episode and I remember being so devastated when he was killed in the Final round episode.

...Only for him to later be alive in the Karma and he returns in a time-skip?! 😱 I was shook!

And please don't take this wrong for anyone that likes this ship but... I don't like Ivan//Till.

I'm really sorry, but I'm just not into these types of toxic pairings as all of the ships in Alien Stage aren't healthy, let's be for real...

I wasn't really comfortable with the kiss scene in the Cure(?) episode as Till clearly didn't want to. I do understand why Ivan did it but it still made me uncomfy.

If you like the ship, that's fine! I'm not going to stop you from interacting with me. But if you're going to be rude and whatnot, then I'm just going to block you. Please respect my boundaries.

In general when it comes to my crushes, I'm kinda 50/50 on those that are already shipping with them or also have the same crushes on me.

So, I'd just suggest you ask if it's ok to follow me. Note: This applies to doubles that are fine with sharing.

Mmmm, I think that's all the updates for now. Thanks for reading; I hope you're all doing well. And remember that your F/O(s) loves you!!

[funnier-as-a-system]

Hiii. Not sure if this even counts as a question to be fair, nor is this a funny suggestion, but like.

For my final project in college I'm kind of making a game concept about plurality (as a system host myself) and uhm long story short I guess.

I made two characters-alters, one of which is female and the other is male, and the teacher who curates my project was like (super paraphrased) "I'm getting some romantic connotations here and I think we shouldn't show people that you can literally date yourself, cuz that seems super unhealthy" and he then backed down a bit and was like "well it's not really normal so maybe think about that some more".

And so like. The concept I'm making is based on the complicated relationship between me and my co-host. I am heavily basing the characters on me and that co-host, I am heavily using the issues we had in our relationship, to hopefully be able to show people who are new to plurality that you shouldn't treat your alters the way me and my co-host treated each other before, because THAT is what was unhealthy.

All of which is to say, right now I am married to that co-host and I'm very happy about that, but my teacher's words quite hurt me. Like I literally don't even understand what could be so unhealthy about in-system dating. How rare even is that? Is my perception of in-system dating just that skewed, since nearly all our alters are in a relationship with each other? Most importantly, am I faki-

(Also, by saying that, the teacher inadvertently recommended me to make it a gay ship. Lol? I wish I could make one of the characters an enby like me and avoid the issue entirely, but I can't) (My husband The Co-Host said that the teacher is just rude)

There's nothing inherently unhealthy about intrasystem dating. I've found most people who claim it's "unhealthy" actually mean "I find it weird and I can't distinguish between my personal discomfort and something that's actually bad." – a frustrating argument, but one we're familiar with, and one that should largely be ignored unless you're looking to engage in an educational discussion with someone who holds this view. Others claim it is unhealthy because it "encourages division/dissociation between headmates", but this is largely based on the idea that headmates having any sort of personal identity or self-identification gets in the way of achieving final fusion, which has its own flaws as an argument, including final fusion not being the goal or healthiest option for all systems, as well as ignoring that [harmful] dissociation may increase if a headmate does not have any sort of personal identity to distinguish themselves from the rest of their system with. In short, the arguments against intrasystem dating tend to boil down to "I think this is bad for you because it doesn't fit into what I think people should do", which only shows one's own close-mindedness.

Since plurality is an unfamiliar concept to most people, they don't have the experience necessary to distinguish between genuine red flags and something niche that just takes time to get used to the idea of. Intrasystem dating is niche, but it's no more inherently unhealthy than other kinds of niche dating, like t4t partnerships. The same argument has been used against polyamorous relationships for being similarly uncommon and going against what people expect of relationships (particularly romantic ones), but those are not inherently unhealthy either; it goes to show that people will reuse the same arguments against any kind of relationship they do not approve of, rather than taking a step back and considering for themselves if a particular relationship dynamic is inherently unhealthy. While intrasystem dating can be unhealthy, it is not inherently so just due to the relationship dynamic.

When backing down, your teacher said intrasystem dating is "not really normal", and that truly is the crux of this argument. People do not like that which does not fall neatly into their understandings of "normal", and think anything that isn't normal is automatically bad. This is untrue. I would say to hold strong to your original vision for your project, not just for yourself/ves, but because refusing to fall in line and pretend to be "normal" is how we achieve progress. Even if your teacher doesn't change his mind, your work may introduce the concept to someone else, making it less unfamiliar (more familiar) and more normal to them, leading to more people understanding and accepting not just systems in general, but intrasystem dating specifically.

Speaking of, to answer your question, while intrasystem dating is uncommon, I don't believe it's especially rare – I could name several of our headmates right now who are in a polyamorous partnership with each other, as well as a handful of other couples. We've known many other systems who have had some or all headmates dating each other. It's not the most common topic to talk about in the community, but it is certainly a topic frequent enough to be brought up from time to time.

Your teacher was rude and incorrect. I have sympathy for the hurt you feel because of his pluralphobic words, and I hope you're able to feel better about this incident soon. Remember, staying true to yourself will almost always feel better than hiding who you are for the comfort of others, so if you feel safe enough to go for it, push onward and continue your work with all its authenticity and intrasystem dating included. I wish you luck in your game development and your final project!