#like just the yappers. the yappers who love to yap about themselves and their day

[itspileofgoodthings]

also it just means soooooo much more when it’s personal. It HAS to be personal. the lady at the grocery store seeing your pain/sadness and being kind for 30 seconds means infinitely more than an Instagram influencer telling you that she “loves you sis”

[izsheum]

Hello!!!

Can i listen to you yap about rodimus and swerve for hours please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

WHEN I TOLD YOU I JUMPED FOR JOY!!!

ugh these guys have been in my brain for a bit now…i swear

“it’d be cool if i took my favs and made them kiss haha that’d be so silly” and then Boom. I kept thinking.

have some art of them i am in the trenches methinks

when i tell you they are PEAK yapper + louder yapper…

like i genuinely believe that’s how it can start. two losers who love to hear themselves talk? it should be a recipe for disaster.

However.

it’s not like swerve doesn’t know when it’s not his turn to talk. he’s got a big mouth, and criminal levels of audacity, but he has manners. and that means that whenever rodimus goes on and on about whatever bullshit he had to deal with during the day, he listens.

and, good lord, rodimus can definitely talk.

he does so with swerve probably after having a few because i mean…that’s how this starts, surely. a bottle of top-shelf and a purely functional arrangement.

(hundreds of words of sleep-deprivation-induced writing under the cut. i am so sorry. completely sfw btw just barely on the edge of suggestive.)

predictably, swerve’s constant chatter is bearable after rodimus gets in a few drinks. and in the beginning of Whatever The Hell They Got Going On starts with the two of them building a routine.

swerve supplies the shots of liquid stress relief and a listening ear (audio processor? cybertronian anatomy is lost on me), and rodimus provides what can only be described as a semi-coherent stream of complaints and whines about his day. and he has a lot to gripe about—he’s suffering from an acute case of ‘doomed by the narrative’, primus help him.

and swerve, for the most part, is quite a good active listener. not that rodimus would ever admit that out loud (for now) because swerve wouldn’t be able to keep that kinda praise to himself. i mean, the guy raved for months after getting his own rodimus star…yeah, no, not happening. rodimus’ appreciation will remain unspoken, thank you very much.

he gets his sentiment of ‘thank you for listening to my bullshit, you’re such a good friend’ out there by continuing to show up. same time, every day, like clockwork. he’s there in the bar, long laundry list of things he’s going to cry like a baby about, and swerve is at the ready with the fainting couch. their little ‘whine and cheese hour’ (as swerve calls it. rodimus will adamantly deny that he likes the name. it’s not clever. it’s not! it’s apparently a human thing, anyways. little thief.) is probably the only thing he’s ever on-time for at this rate.

having someone listen politely to your woes is. nice! having someone gently try and guide you into solutions to said problems is…manageable, i suppose.

having someone who gasps dramatically and exclaims “i can’t believe you had to deal with that—you’re so much stronger than me for putting up with such scrap” is euphoric.

because since getting the weight of the universe thrust on his shoulders again and again. since he had it ground into him every single day that he needs to be this mature, wise, thoughtful leader who doesn’t react to problems with complaints, but rather calm understanding followed by benevolent resolution…rodimus has completely, truly missed just being able to talk shit.

and, oh, does swerve just love that song and dance.

this isn’t therapy, and neither of them are going to pretend it is, though the constant flow of drinks does manage to feel like something akin to self-medication after a while. their lives are messy, god damn it, and they’re going to cope with it messily!

and cope they do. and they talk. a lot. and—for some reason—it helps. turns out, when you get to vent all your frustrations towards someone who knows how to match your energy exactly, you feel seen. not as this esteemed figure who needs to watch what he says and make sure he keeps up the display of picture-perfect-motivational-cat-poster-leader twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five…but as just. a guy. a guy with a lot on his shoulders and a lot more on his mind. turns out, talking with swerve ends up helping rodimus feel normal.

go figure.

and somewhere between the start of their little unofficial gossip sessions and the end of another bottle of the good engex, something bubbles up that wasn’t there before. and it isn’t the carbonation in the cocktail.

feelings. affectionate ones. rodimus goes to recharge afterwards all giddy, like some newly forged spark still buzzing with boundless energy, and honestly? he feels like he might be going crazy. might need some actual fucking therapy, because ho-ly shit he is not about to entertain this. not at all.

because, let’s be real here, it’s swerve we’re talking about. swerve. s-w-e-r-v-e. the ‘shut your damn mouth’ guy? he used to annoy the living hell out of rodimus when he first came aboard, and nowadays rodimus finds himself excited at the thought of going to talk to him again.

war changes people…and, okay, the war is. over, technically. but still. maybe he hit his head a little too hard during a mission. yeah! yeah, that’s it. little concussion knocked a couple things loose in his processor. that’s why he’s suddenly wanting to share more than just his woes with the little ‘bot. that’s why he starts asking swerve about himself, why he starts listening back. chimes in every so often with “huh, i never knew that” or “you should show that to me some time” when swerve goes on his little tirades about foreign media.

why rodimus can’t help but wonder how that big mouth would feel against—

phew! yeah, definitely brain damage. because the alternative is that rodimus has started feeling terrible, awful, affectionate things for swerve. and that just won’t do. nope!

but ohhhhhh god, does that do nothing to stop his imagination. because really. how would swerve fare if he used that mouth for something else—

thankfully for rodimus, swerve is an avid fan of imagining things that he can never have. dreaming like the hopeless mech he is about a future that only someone as deeply delusional and para-social as himself could think up.

in his swerve-y fantasy, the talks start to mean something. rodimus goes from coworker to situational friend to…something. something that he can’t place his finger on. but it’s something that he doesn’t believe he can have. because while rodimus laughs at his jokes…he’s also laughing drunk. and swerve is desperate to let people close, sure. he likes people, he wants friends, he loves connection. but he’s not stupid. a bit air-headed? sure. but not dumb. not by a long shot. he has a mental list of things that he can try to have (friendship, a successful business, endless adventures with said friends that he plans to get more of, he swears), and things that are off-limits.

you can guess which box rodimus starts to fall into.

doesn’t mean he can’t…y’know. think about him. a lot. find excuses to comm him about this or that, subtly hint that he misses him…uh, he meant their talks! offer him free drinks just to see the way his face lights up. deny the suspicion of special treatment by reminding rodimus that he’s the captain! c’mon! of course he deserves a little leeway!

and ignore the fact that the reassurance is more for himself.

swerve is so good at believing that this something he imagines with rodimus is so, so far out of reach that he thinks it’s a joke when rodimus propositions him for the first time.

and, c’mon, he’s gotta be having auditory hallucinations. because there’s no fucking way in the world—in the galaxy, or in the whole universes that he’s visited, for that matter—that (co-) captain fucking rodimus prime-not-prime-status-still-pending-thanks-a-lot-matrix-of-lameship asked to borrow him for the evening. he nearly drops the glass in his hand.

because that’s the only way rodimus can bring himself to phrase it when he finally fucking gets through all five-billion stages of grief over this stupid crush. god. he was so pathetic. the worst part was that he didn’t even care anymore.

“yo! are you working tonight? can i borrow you for the rest of it? we can watch that movie you were talking about earlier this week, or whatever.”

or whatever. rodimus would’ve just tossed himself out the nearest airlock if he wasn’t glued to his recharged slab (not literally, this time) rocking back and forth like an asylum patient. he could hear the cries now—nurse! nurse! he’s out again!

successful attempts at being casual: zero. days since last urge to ram his head into the wall: also zero.

swerve’s response comes in quickly just before rodimus contemplates jumping ship and taking a page outta megatron’s book and starting a new life in another universe. and if rodimus wasn’t busy having a fucking panic attack, he’d’ve noticed the undercurrent of excitement in swerve’s voice when he strains out those six little words.

“sure thing! your place or mine?”

it ends up being at rodimus’. more space meant more wall for the projection of ‘Alien’.

not that they ended up paying much attention to the movie by the time the fledgling xenomorph got loose.

and liiiisten. listen. they didn’t plan on it going that way, alright? major props to ridley scott—the two of them were intensely invested in the film for a good long while. but, as per usual, swerve brought drinks to help ease the tension that threatened to smother them as soon as he entered rodimus’ quarters.

he would’ve pat himself on the back, too, if he wasn’t so consumed by the way the light of the projection reflected off of rodimus’ frame. and rodimus would’ve thanked him (and i mean, like, actually thank him, no reluctance left in him whatsoever) if he wasn’t so focused on the warmth of swerve next to him.

the elephant in the room was slaughtered and left for dead in the same way as the crew of the nostromo as soon as they locked eyes.

and rodimus ended up being right.

swerve’s mouth could do a lot more than just talk.

[strugglingsapphic]

this one's random but a married teachers au, hear me out hear me out, i'm gna yap A LOT and admittedly it's not my best work but still a prompt we know im not the writer here

After they graduate from Auradon prep and Red realizes that she gets to go to college (Chloe continuously tells her to go only if she wants to) she has to figure out a major. And she thinks and thinks and finally decides that she wants to be an art teacher, Art so she can keep doing what she loves and teaching so she can help the kids that don't have the best child hoods, like she did, she wants to help them like school helped her, like maddox and her teachers helped her.

And Chloe had decided when she was 10 that she was going to be a History teacher, it's one of her favorite things in the world and she wants to get the younger generation of Isle, Auradon, and Wonderland kids excited about it. So when she find out that Red also wants to be a teacher it's like a dream come true, and when they both get hired at Auradon Prep? Someone wake her up because fairy god mother must be working her magic

In their first year of teaching, nobody but the other teachers and Principal Uma knows they're married (having been at the event themselves) and they're not ashamed of it but it's not something they parade to their students, some NOSY students who see them around each other all the time, close and personal, and spot the pictures of each other on their desks, but they say nothing. But eventually some seniors start a betting pool about whether they're dating/married and whichever brave soul asks first gets the pot.

So when the brave soul asks, two brave souls because a kid had asked in both of their homerooms, first thing that morning, they both smile and confirm that yes they are indeed married, asking why the sudden question when they thought it was quite clear, a senior speaks up and tells them about the betting pool and the entire year of questioning.

It ends up becoming a game, started by students and our favorite teachers alike, the first class (red or chloe's home rooms) to ask whether or not they're married gets a little party or whichever reward is given that year (the rules entail that the kids CANNOT tell incoming students about the game or if they're married, and asking on the first day doesn't count and you have to wait a month till you can ask again)

this was a long one geez i'm sorry, it's been in my mind since last night and i'm a yapper, i just love the idea of them being teachers together, i think they'd be everyone favorites

[mrmcsilly]

Eren dating someone like me cause I'm bored

Disclaimers! > This is more like self insert, but can be viewed as reader as well. Just be wary of any not you moments btw. Also this is my own version of modern Eren.

Lil story line

Eren wouldn't say he was inlove with you, you were just school buds, classmates, nothing special really. Then, you got partnered up in the debate team, and by fucking God, when he heard you ranting and raging about problems in the world, watching you criticise and insult the world officials, he was head over fucking heels.

Yeah, he was giggling under his breath when you were holding back shouts of anger cause he knew damn well the idiot opposer would've pissed themselves if you yelled, yes, he started hanging out with you cause you always were so interesting, so what if he begged Armin to give him tips on how to get you to like him, is it really that bad?

How he confessed is simple, really. Just listened to you speak on and on before asking you to stop so he could say he liked you a lot. And he was smiling. The most grumpy kid in your fucking school was just sitting there like the adhd creature (iykyk) with his sweet Lil smile.

As soon as you said yes, he was calling Mikasa and Armin, giggling as he told them you were in love. It was definitely awkward but hey, atleast the Lil shit was enthusiastic.

Eren, was kinda all over the place with his pace though. He said he wanted you to meet his family but was not ready for you to kiss him. You were perfectly okay with that though, it felt right to you and him.

Eren knows that your love language was kinda hard to label when giving, but receiving was simple. You wanted a partner in crime, the police officer to your mad scientist, the doctor to your escaped asylum patient. And while he was probably just as fucked as you, if not more, he was still what you needed, a listener who barely listens and a yapper who barely yaps.

Headcanons >

You two have spent days rotting together, wondering every abstract thought ever and imagining the imposed like titans or parasites who could gift insane abilities... yeah, totally impossible...

Eren let's you bite his hand and body. He knows you're can get overstimulated, and he likes being bitten (I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE).

Eren will yap about you to Armin and Mikasa for hours on end like [ " Yeah, the class really sucked, just hope Y/N had a better time... SPEAKING OF Y/N-" "EREN PLEASE STFU I'M TRYING TO READ MY FUCKING MANGA!!!" " YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME YOU MF!!!" (Armin and Eren have a relationship that looks toxic but is actually pretty good.... kinda...)

Eren holds your hand during scary movies cause he's scared and you have anxiety. You aren't too scared, but you two do leave a light on at night.

You have to deal with Floch outside your window begging Eren to date him whenever he comes over. He has a problem.

Eren has imagined carving your name into a tree and then putting flowers around the tree and showing it to you and saying this is where you'll get married. Please help this poor man he needs some therapy.

Eren has beaten up your Neglectful dad (I need my silly self insert moment OKAY). You don't know. Cause Armin and Mikasa helped.

Eren will tell you all the gossip cause you don't know shit about your school.

Eren would try to get you in trouble, but knowing how much praise and stares get to you, he helps you when you don't know the rules or where things are cause he knows that doing you like that would be wrong.

Okay I'm done, have fun

[ruassurvivalkit]

same anon here!! (let me just sign as 🍒, as I believe I will be a frequent anon in your asks <3)

you will NOT bore me at all if you share more, I would honestly love it because I'm a LIS TC yapper 24/7 as if my life depends on it.

but actually returning to Steph being different, I mostly feel this way because in BTS to me she seems more serious and like goody-two-shoes-ish if I may so... And in TC she's like this dork with a soft spot. and while reading her novel was really interesting experience, I felt like there she was like another person to both her games. even compared to her DLC. maybe because her pov was deeper and we got to see her from a more personal view, where she's even more vulnerable and insecure.

btw, what do you think about their relationship with izzie? do you find either of them slightly toxic to each other or is it more one-sided? no judgement either way, personally I'm still confused about my own perception of them. I can share my thoughts in other ask, if you want, but I'm just interested in your opinion rn.

also about recommendations: obviously forget-me-not comics, because it gives some new and interesting perspective on chenrich relationships and issue 4 in particular is really special for me because of their scene (it both angsty and romantic to say without spoilers)

also the whole comic series on the original lis, because a) rachel and max interactions b) pricefield being soulmates c) steph in the latest issues being cutie

also there is like some sort of guidebook or whatever on blackwell academy but there is nothing too special there for me except for the cursed steph image and her dossier (THIS GIRL IS A JOCK I WAS SO SURPRISED SHE PLAYED FREAKING SOCCER)

so yeah, can't wait to see your reply, have a great night or day or afternoon

Hello 🍒 anon!! Thank you so much for the patience and I'm sorry about the long wait, I just had a lot going on tbh and then forgot to answer lol <3

You are the realest mf for that, I depend on LIS sm (one of my special interests atm😼) and it's such a great series from the plot, the characters, and all stuff like that. Please please please ask me more questions bc I could yap all day but I don't know what you would find interesting!!

That's fair enough about the whole Steph thing! She is quite diff and I get where you're coming from, even tho I don't fully agree. She is very diff but imo she is the same as well if you get what I mean. On a person matter, I've changed a lot over the last couple years and that fact has helped me change my perspective on her as I'm a completely diff person (for the better, I hope) than I was a couple years ago and so has she. She still has the same fundamental personality imo but has changed and developed as a person🙏 that's just my opinion and I defo appreciate where you're coming from with your opinion!! I think that she has a lot of insecurity still but is able to hide it easy enough with her personality, which is quite common so I'd say her internal monologue and her externally expressed thoughts have some difference bc of this

I think that Izzie and Steph were slightly toxic for eachother and just not the right people to be in a relationship with eachother, but I do love the idea of them together (just not them in practice). I love love love both of them sm but I just don't think they are right for eachother, but I could see them being great friends. I think their relationship failed bc they were tryna make eachother into their ideal ideas of what the other one wanted them to be if that makes sense?? I don't think they could truly be themselves and comfortable around eachother.

Izzie and Steph both deserve someone who has their style of loving and is compatible to have a relationship built on trust, longevity and fits with their separate personality. This is why I love Chenrich sm bc they can help eachother in that way. I'd love to see the rest of Izzie's life in a comic or book, it would be cool asf. Please send your opinions, I would love to know them

I really need to read more on chenrich so thank you for recommendations!!!

Steph is such a soccer jock she's so adorable for that RAHHHHHH

anyways have a great afternoon/morning/evening and thank you for the ask, 🍒 anon!! Please send more and hopefully I didn't scare you off by taking ages to reply, i can try promise it won't happen again <3