#so uhh help a girl out plz?

[im-no-jedi]

guess it’s time to put this out there...

✨I’M TAKING WRITING REQUESTS!!✨

I’d really like to have some outlet for keeping my creative brain active, so this is my solution! 😁

here’s an example of my work to give y’all an idea of my style: click me! 

how it works: simply send me an ask with your request, with as many details as possible (characters, setting, theme, the more the better!). if you have a prompt you’d like me to work with, feel free to include that as well. there’s no limit to how many characters can be in the story, so ask away! and feel free to ask for any setting; canon, canon divergent, crossovers, AU, whatever!

I do have some rules and boundaries though, so please read this before submitting a request! ⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇

all requests must be platonic/gen related. I will NOT do shipping of any kind (this one is subject to change at some point, but this is what I’m deciding to do for right now)

I’m a human being with a life who often gets writers block, so don’t be surprised if it takes me a while to do your request

if you’re unsure if I’ll write for a certain franchise/character/anything, just message me! I don’t bite, I promise 😊

do NOT pressure me into writing your request, it’ll be an instant deletion. additionally, I reserve the right to not do your request for any reason and without explanation. I’m doing this for free as a side-hobby and have NO obligation to write for you 😌

☀ franchises I’m currently taking requests for: 

Star Wars (movies and TV shows ONLY) 

Critical Role (Mighty Nein and Bell’s Hells ONLY) 

Pokemon (mainline games ONLY)

❌ things I will NOT write PERIOD:

NO smut or NSFW of any kind (violence is ok, but I’ll never get too graphic outside of mentioning blood and injuries)

NO x reader or OCs, all characters must be canon

NO gross content of any kind, such as vomiting, vore, or anything involving fecal matter (things like fart jokes, menstrual bleeding, and belching are fine though)

NO horror or nightmarish content (not the same as someone having a nightmare, which is ok)

NO content related to pagan religion (e.g. Jester from Crit Role speaking with Artagan is fine, but her doing tarot readings is NOT, sorry, this is a personal squick of mine)

[orbitariums]

FINALLY BLACK READER CHALLENGERS FICS WOOOO!!! plz do stanford!art dating black track star! reader👀👀 patrick can be involved too maybe he goes to stanford idk

no more running | art donaldson + black trackstar! reader

i know nothing about track (or tennis!) so bear with me

art was infatuated with you the moment he saw you at a track meet tashi’s dragged him to — he really had no interest in anything but tennis, that is until he saw you.

you were perfect, all silky brown skin and braids pulled up into a high ponytail, with the physique of a lioness. and it helps that your body's insane – you're visibly strong and you carry yourself well. you moved with a flourish, effortlessly and gracefully. nothing and nobody could stand in your way — except maybe art. you'd heard his name echoed all around campus for how much of a tennis god he was, but now, in front of you, he presented as anything but. he was stumbling over his words and his feet introducing himself to you, all crooked smiles and awkward handshakes.

"hi. i'm art. donaldson. art donaldson. but you can just call me art, obviously you don't have to call me by my full name, that would be weird."

you couldn't help but grin, though your brows furrowed together in confusion,

"right... hi. i'm—"

"yn. i know. i'm uhh, a friend of tashi's. you were really talented out there today."

"is my friend bothering you?" came tashi's voice from around the corner. you started packing your things in your duffel bag, shaking your head with a laugh that made art's heart melt,

"no, the opposite actually."

"great," tashi grinned knowingly. "well in that case... lunch?"

it was history from there. art started showing up to all your meets, and you to his tennis games. it was cute, the way you cheered each other on and pretended it was nothing more than camaraderie and sportsmanship between friends. the way you pretended art's bicep flexing with every thwack his racket made against the tennis ball didn't make your throat run dry. the way art pretended watching you stretch on the field before a match, your shorts lifting up to reveal the expanse of skin just above your thigh didn't make him shift in his seat.

if patrick weren't with tashi, he'd probably go for you too, and art knew it. it's why he almost gets defensive when patrick comes to visit and the four of you go on these little psuedo double dates, since neither you nor art had addressed the fact that you wanted each other. he was always courteous with you, but he made sure to hold every door open for you, pull out every chair, and even paid for your food. it was like he was showing patrick that this was his girl, and it amused patrick so much that he told art,

"if you're gonna fuck her, just do it. you don't need to go getting my approval."

"i'm not trying to fuck her, pat. and i'm not getting your approval. i just... i don't know, i want her to be mine."

"i'm pretty sure she's yours already, pal. have you seen the way you two act?

it's a slow burn, but it feels so good to wait. art kisses you finally during one of your study dates together — you both only have so much time to actually focus on school as student athletes, so you spend that time together — it's soft and longing and sweet. you become something of a power couple on campus, making signs for each others' games and running up to art on the field after he's won, letting him lift you up into his arms and swing you around — never mind the trophy.

art runs ice baths for you when you need them, and lets his strong hands groove into your sore muscles, blushing at your relieved moans. he's got no problem stretching you out in other ways too, fucking you slow and deep like he's just trying to pass the time inside you, spending hours letting your pleasure unfold before him. letting your fingernails leave scars on his back because he has enough already from his sport, what's a few more?

when you have early team meetings, art makes you breakfast and sends you off with your favorite strawberry smoothies he makes. he helps you with meal prep every week, spending hours in domestic bliss with you in your on-campus apartment. when you're not studying together or sleeping together, you're at the gym together, art's hands hovering just by your hips to "help spot you" during deadlift squats.

on your media day, art helps you slick your natural hair up into a bun, aghast at how much edge control you insist on using. he also insists on teaching you to play tennis — you're vehemently against it at first, but you realize how much it actually improves your game. and you don't mind art cozying up behind you to "improve your backhand," even if it means you end up with your tennis skirt flipped over and the racket long forgotten. the same goes for art, except he just wants to curse you out after the first time you make him try uphill weighted sled sprints.

whatever you do, you do it together. you just get each other. and art knows he's found something special in you.

[greenfiend]

rach your byler unpopular opinion post is so fascinating. big brain moves. plz keep sharing more unpopular opinions or expanding on them cuz i'm eating it up! 💛💚🩵🧡💜😆💅🏽🫂

Lex! Thank you!

Honestly, I can go on for days expanding on the importance of Will's sexual identity/self-esteem/trauma etc to the entire narrative of the show.

Opening doors is a common motif throughout the show, and it all leads back to Will.

The door/the gate represents: his openness to the world/his sexuality... and uhhh... his "backdoor". (<- click the link for info on that... TW for mentions of sex and CSA)

The importance here is that Will needs to open his door on his own terms. Obviously just like a queer person needs to chose when they come out of the closet. For Will so far, unfortunately, it has been opened several times without his consent.

Lets break it all down:

Season 1: The gate is open and Will is trapped in the UD (deep in the closet symbolically). The gate being open = Will is exposed. Compromised. We know this because everyone in town seems to be aware that he's gay.

Season 2: The gate is open once again, correlated with the bullying Will receives from his classmates. They remind him once again that his identity is compromised. Mike also reminds him too, but in a good way. The gate is closed at the end of the season and we see Will dancing with a girl.

Season 3: Okay. THIS SEASON!! Bare with me on this one okay? It gets a bit insane... "The Russians" are trying to open a gate in Hawkins. Now. I believe the Russians represent Mike. The Russians are saying they need "more time", and right after that we see a photo of Mike with this line from a song playing "just a little more time will open closing doors". Now. Mike is NOT being malicious here okay? His presence in Will's life just keeps reminding Will of his own sexuality. He is "The Key" to Will's door, thus is leading to his "door"/"the gate" opening. Will is NOT READY, so the gate only partially opens... then it is FORCED SHUT BY WILL'S OWN MOTHER TO PROTECT HIM! But uhh yeah. The whole Russian operation this season is inspired by the movie Inside Out!!! I could go on but I'll stop for now...

Season 4: So, Will is separated physically from Mike but is not able to separate himself from his sexuality (and his love for Mike). He's coming to terms with it, slowly. More gates are opening up... After Will decides to "rip off the bandaid" and admit his feelings under a disguise... the gates/doors open up even more. The "bandaid" was covering his sexuality (on a meta level to the audience) but now he's really really exposed. POSSIBLY even exposed to Mike now too.

Season 5: Will will be more explicitly gay this coming season, with his "door" fully exposed and open. My theory though is that the gates/door will be FULLY CLOSED OFF at some point. This will be really bad because Max will be trapped on the other side and others possibly as well. The "door" will need to open. Will will need to find a way to accept himself then allow Mike to open that door as "The Key". When I say that Mike will help open the door, I mean that literally (a portal door), figuratively (the closet door), and uhh this way too.

I have an idea of how this will all play out using quite a bit of evidence from the show. LONG post on that coming soon!

On Mike: No, Mike is not just simply Will's love interest. He is struggling as well, but not in the same way. I do think that he will accept himself first though, and "give [Will] the courage to fight on."

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Charlie: Caught a big ol' case of the Fuck Yous. Vaggie: *snorts* A big ol' case of the Fuck Yous... Charlie: That's what I'm talking about. Vaggie: I get that every time I order a sandwich at Subway. Charlie: Pfft... what do you mean? Vaggie: It's like... if there's somebody... but like... everything about Subway is... is, like, infuriating. Charlie: Really? Vaggie: Yeah, it's like... *flashback to every time Vaggie was at Subway (in Hell)* The people in front of you take to long, and, like, there's no drive thru, and like... *end flashback* It's just all... I dunno, I'm over exaggerating, obviously, but Subway is like, the land of inconveniences. Charlie: Yeah, it's... I mean... Vaggie: It's like... (sighs) I have to be... okay... and they're like *flashback* "What do you want?" and I'm like, "uhh, sweet onion chicken teriyaki foot long on flat bread," and then they're like, "what bread?" "flat bread," and they're like, "oh, okay." Then they're like "did you say foot long?" "Yes, I said foot long." *end flashback* Charlie: Yeah, and like... Vaggie: "You want cheese?" Charlie: You already have so many bad experiences with the place that it, like, it becomes self-fulfilling prophecy. Like, the second you walk in, they're like, "hi, how can I help you?" and you're like, "UGH! With this shit again!" Vaggie: Not this again! *they both start laughing, flashback* And it's like, "you want cheese?" "Yeah, can I get, um... swiss cheese?" and they're like, "what kind?" and it's like... fucking... Charlie: Yeah, you know, the kind I just said? Vaggie: And they're like... "toasted?" and it's like... "you can't have the flat bread and not toast it!" (A hellmate videotapes Vaggie on their phone, showing a sign on Vaggie's ass that says "PROPERTY OF CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR") "It's like, spongy, gross, starchy-ass fucking bread! It's meant to be toasted! Of course I want it toasted!" And then, they fucking toast it, and they start helping the people behind you, and it sits in the toaster for twenty seconds longer than it's supposed to, and I'm like, "I JUST WANT LUNCH!" Charlie: You are... *continues laughing* Vaggie: And then they fucking take it out, and it's like another person, and you have to fucking get a read on their personality, and it's like "goddammit!" And they're like, "what do you want?" and I'm like, "uh, spinach," and they just... fucking... destroy it with spinach, just, like, an avalanche of spinach. And I'm like, "I want, like, five other vegetables! You can't just fill it up with spinach and think that's all it's gonna be! Charlie: *continues laughing* Wow! Wow. Vaggie: And then, I'm like, "onions," and they're like, "okay!" And they put like, two onions on it. And I'm like, "MOAR ONION PLZ!" *the girls continue laughing* And then, when you get some weird combination of condiments, like fucking, "can I get mayonnaise, and also, sweet onion sauce?" And they throw up their eyebrows a little bit like, "woah." Charlie: "Woah, woah." Vaggie: And I'm like, "don't fucking judge me! I'll eat what I want! I can make my own sandwich at home!" *end flashback, the girls continue laughing* Charlie: "Don't fucking judge me!"... Wow!

[elliereject]

angel .1

* ellie meets you at a party and is immediately enamoured, events pursue which cause her to fall for you even more because you’re just so sweet and nice and perfect for her in every way! practically an angel, except..you’re not.

* absolutely whipped loser!ellie, soft dom!femme reader, meanish!reader, thighriding, oral!e receiving, uhhh pretty sure that’s it lmk if I missed anything.

* shits been in my drafts for a month, there’s gonna be a second part I just dk..how I want to continue this (should’ve made it a oneshot but we’re in too deep now), this was based on beabadoobees Angel so don’t be surprised if it gets a little angsty..also guys plz stop unfollowing me _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): I’m inconsistent but I follow thru! more coming soon ty for the love <3 PLS PLS for the ppl who want to be on my perm taglist LMK!!

* mdni

* wc ~ 2k

★ white angels come, intoxicate my blood.

Pure, innocent, kind, delicate, beautiful.

Those were the words that spun through Ellie’s mind when she first laid her jade-green eyes on you.

An angel.

It didn’t help that the blue glare of the LEDs that illuminated the crowded living room highlighted you so divinely it looked like you were glowing.

You sat next to some stupid guy, letting out soft giggles as he showed you stupid niche memes from some stupid ass game.

She was infuriated, at him, but also, a tad bit, you. How could you sit there and laugh so beautifully when she was but a few feet away from you? She knew she could make you laugh so hard the cherry-flavoured seltzer you’d been nursing would shoot out of your nose, she could be way better than him.

She needed to get close to you, to get to know you, to have you.

Determined, she rolled up the sleeves of her signature dark red flannel so her forearms were on display, (the tattoo always had girls swooning) tucked that one defiant piece of hair behind her ear, and snubbed out the roach she’d been smoking onto the ashtray next to her before hoisting herself up off the couch to walk over to you.

When you saw her approaching you, you greeted her with such a sweet smile she could practically feel her teeth start to rot.

She shot the poor guy a piercing glare that said get the fuck outta here before I make you. and he scrambled away so fast you didn’t even get to say bye.

But god was talking to you even better than she had imagined.

You told her your name after she asked and complimented her tattoo when she complimented your smile. You traced your manicured nails over the dark ink and when that damn strand of hair fell from her ear again you tucked it back without a second thought. If she wasn’t completely whipped before, she was now.

After talking for what felt like an eternity (2 hours and 17 minutes), the music that had previously been semi-quietly floating through space was abruptly turned up and she had to strain her ears immensely to hear your soft voice, so you fidgeted with the gold necklace draped around your neck and averted your gaze when you asked her if she wanted to take the conversation somewhere more quiet, more private.

She immediately agreed, trailing behind you like a moth to a flame as you gracefully made your way up the frat house’s stairs toward an empty bedroom and she tried desperately not to watch the way your hips swayed and ass moved in that flowy pale blue dress you had on, but she was no better than a man.

She closed the door behind the two of you and felt her heart constrict when she turned to see you sitting on the bed, patting the spot next to you, signalling her to join you.

She sat down and tried to discreetly wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans. She was nervous, and she never got nervous. She was Ellie Williams for Christ’s sake, girls practically dropped their panties whenever she flashed them that suave smile and her gorgeous green eyes, she was a stonecold playgirl.

But this time it was her turn to drop her panties—uhh, boxers. She had just met you and you were already turning her into mush, hell, she was ready to bark if you asked her to.

this can’t be healthy, she thought.

Regardless, her breath quickened as your hand interlocked with hers and your face inched closer and closer, your glossed lips fanned over her slightly chapped ones as your other hand lifted to her cheek, tracing over the array of freckles that dotted her face.

Her eyes locked with yours as you whispered loud enough for her to hear, “Can I kiss you?”

She doesn’t think she’s ever acted so fast in her life, her lips immediately fell into yours as your eyes fluttered closed. Surprisingly, she found herself opening her mouth to let you in, your tongue dancing with hers, swirling around her mouth like you were fucking born to kiss her. If it wasn’t for your hand holding hers, she’s pretty sure she would’ve started floating upwards.

You tasted just as she thought you would, like cherries and candy floss and heaven and light and happiness and—

You pulled away and distress immediately flashed over her features,

did her breath stink?

was she, not a good kisser?

were her lips too chapped?

You giggled softly at her demeanour and she felt her confidence deflate like a balloon.

“Sorry I–“ she started but you cut her off, your lips meeting hers again.

“Didn’t mean to laugh, just thought you looked cute,” you said after pulling back.

Heat crept up her freckled face and she cleared her throat, you thought she was cute? Pretty? Alright. Handsome? Cool. But cute? She’d never heard that term be positively used with her before, usually, it was used by asshole guys who decided to undermine her and be misogynistic before getting their lights punched out. She wasn’t even sure how to react, what the hell were you doing to her?

She rubbed the back of her neck, muttering a small thanks as her eyes wandered around the room. She was staring at the lava lamp on the right bedside table when she heard you messing with the sleeves of your dress.

You tilted your head and with the sweetest voice she’s ever heard asked, “Are you going to help me take this off so we can fuck, or do I have to do it myself?”

She could practically hear the ‘woosh’ of slick gushing out of her and dampening the in-between of her underwear, you were seriously going to kill her.

She shook her head, “Sorry, I didn’t think–“

“That’s alright,” you reassured her, “now help me unzip this.”

You turned around so your back was facing her and pulled your hair to one side. She cautiously lifted her hands toward the zipper of your dress and pulled it down, revealing the beautiful lace of the white bra you had on.

She let her hands rest on the bare skin below your neck for just a beat before sliding them back down to push your dress down to your hips. You lifted yourself briefly to tug it the rest of the way down before placing it gently on the floor.

You turned back around to see her already staring at you, she admired the tiny pink bow that sat in the middle of your bra and the way it hugged your chest so fucking beautifully, as well as how if she angled her head right she could see your nipples poking through the light material.

You giggled that amazing soft giggle again and noticed the dusting of pink that grew on her cheeks. Honestly, she could’ve stared at you for the rest of her days but she realized she should probably strip too.

Her hands made quick work to unbutton her flannel and rip off the white tee she had under. You aided her in pulling off her jeans after she unzipped them and felt wetness pool in both your mouth and your panties when you noticed the huge dark grey spot on her boxers.

You moved closer to her, pulling her in for another kiss and unlike the others, it was heated and hungry. Your tongue expertly slid over hers and the little bite you gave to her bottom lip when pulling back had left her breathless. She grabbed the sides of your hips and lifted you onto her lap so you were straddling her and moved to leave strawberry kisses along the sides of your throat.

You placed your hands on her shoulders to provide stability as you slowly started grinding on her thigh, the course material of your panties along with her thigh providing immense amounts of pleasure.

The feeling of your soaked heat against her thigh had her head reeling and her clit aching. And the sounds you made when she started to bounce her leg almost sent her into cardiac arrest. She committed every whimper, moan, and mewl to memory.

You rolled your hips against her faster as she moved one of her hands from your hip to the plush of your boob, lifting the lacey material to circle your nipple with her thumb before popping it into her mouth.

“Fuck–Ellie.” You moaned out, arching into her touch. When your movement began stuttering she knew you were close and gripped your hip to help you move against her as her tongue ran over and circled your nipple.

“‘I’m close, so cl–“ Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when your orgasm rushed over you, drenching your panties and Ellie’s leg.

“So pretty..” she mumbled, relishing in the sight of your post-orgasmic face. She wanted to see it again, and again, and again.

She helped you off of her and onto the floor so you could settle between her legs. You rushed to pull off her boxers so you could get to work on her cunt.

Now, Ellie Williams is pretty famous around campus for giving astronomically good head. Some would even say the best, but she was ready to toss the title out the window without another thought the second your tongue started working its magic on her.

She wasn’t known to be very vocal in bed, but the way you dove into her had her going insane. She shoved a ringed hand into your hair and slapped the other over her mouth to muffle the grotesque sounds she was making.

Your lips expertly sucked on her clit and your tongue made her moan out a small “fuck” when it slid into her slit. She was so close, of all the girls she’s been with she doesn’t think she’s ever gotten so close to cumming so fast.

The hand that was in your hair tugged you closer into her as she practically rode your face to chase her high.

“‘s close. please, angel right there.” Her mind was so muddled with thoughts of her approaching orgasm that she didn’t even process what was spilling from her lips.

You moaned at her use of a nickname and the vibration it sent throughout her body was enough to send her over the edge, stickiness flooding into your mouth and over your tongue, as you continued to slurp her up before she started pushing you away gently from the overstimulation.

You leaned back, the same sweet smile adorning your features, the only difference being her cum dripping from your face.

Shit she thought, still catching her breath, how could someone so sweet looking give such great head?

She was still basking in her post-orgasmic bliss when she heard more shuffling, she tilted her head up to see you putting on that sweet little dress of yours.

She shot you a puzzled look, that’s it?

You shot her the same look, “Is something wrong?”

“Where are you–what are you doing?”

“Putting on my clothes, silly,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I see that, but why?”

Confusion still framed your face before it switched into one of understanding then…pity?

“Don’t tell me you thought…” you giggled again, only this time instead of filling Ellie’s head with images of marshmallows and bunnies, it was bright red blaring alarms.

“I thought we were like I don’t fucking know vibing, and then we’d exchange numbers or some shit.” she said.

To which you laughed, “No no, you were cool but I don’t become friends with the people I fuck at parties.”

What?

“What?” She exclaimed, sitting up fully so she could pull on her boxers.

you tilted your head, “You didn’t think that this would be more than just a quick fuck, did you?”

She didn’t know what to say, because she did think that. The two of you talked for hours and you laughed at all her jokes and she was 90% set on calling Jesse to drive over and deliver his great-grandmother's ring so she could propose and you tucked her fucking hair behind her ear…

“I kinda did yeah, 'cause you made it seem like it would be.”

You paused before that same fucking sweet smile crept up on your face, it was really starting to piss her off now. “I’m so sorry you thought that.”

“What the fuck?” She scoffed.

You shrugged, walking over to the vanity to touch up the makeup that had been smudged like you weren’t just eating pussy like your life depended on it.

She just watched as you fluttered around the room, collecting your belongings. She was at a loss for words, what else could she say to you to make you stay? Talk to her longer? Kiss her so she could taste herself on your tongue?

Nothing. she figured as you waved her goodbye before slipping out of the room as well as her life.

angel my fucking ass.

[camilaxmartin]

gonna put them emoji’s again💀😭 so it would be: 🥑🍬🌸🐝🎨🍄

I love using these TOTALLY USEFUL emoji’s so I picked em🥰

you don’t use avocado/bee/mushroom everyday? what are you even doing?🙄

BUT ANYWAY

🥑: you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

probably @bunnylove1 and @blookyag, idk why tho honestly, just getting the vibes they’d help somebody out with hiding the body💀 (it’s a compliment, i swear-)

🍬: post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character:

okay uhh- (don’t cancel me plz) i respect with my whole heart that alastor is asexual and (?) aromantic but i don’t get the hate people receive when shipping him with someone? as far as i know being on the spectrum means he can still date? like i know, he doesn’t show any interest in that but if its just for a silly au or for a cool drawing then what’s the fuss about? i’m not talking like about erasing that part of him because that’s a big no no for me, but like…? respecting it but still having fun with his character? i saw a great tiktok explaining my thoughts exactly so maybe i’ll link it here if i can find it (add the link here later camila:) (besides all that i project a lot of myself onto alastor (still debating if im aromantic or not) and i want to explore myself with his character (if i can even phrase it that way) so all the hate and shit really bother me, you know?)

(another thing more about whole thing not a character is that “whatever it takes” is in my top 4 songs and i don’t get the hate it gets?? i love this song?? it’s so great?? two latina (?) girls singing together?? cmon??)

🌸: do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them:

i do actually! i have a dog and three rats:) (also had a rabbit but he died not so long ago and he was like my whole world so i got a tattoo to remember him, i’ll add it as well just because i can)

🐝: tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them:

@kimmyisachiisaiakuma - ugh of course?? like in my head we are already besties fr fr, what can i saaaay😭 idk i love you and how supportive and just friendly you are!!:) and god of course, i love your art?? but i’ve already said it a thousand times??? so here’s one thousand first??

@bunnylove1 - just how supportive you are towards my stuff and how with exactly one request i felt like we also became besties? maybe it’s just me but yeah😭

@blookyag - liking my every post and responding to every single one of them!!! she’s a treasure, really. i’m surprised someone cares about my rambling this much💀

@informist - i’ve noticed that she’s also reacting to a lot of my stuff and she’s so quick with it like?? idk it makes my heart jump okay? i love attention from people even when it’s just my stupid rambling😭 (#iamanattentionwhore 😗😗)

@rougecreator1 - liked a lot of my posts as well, and somehow i feel like they enjoy my stuff? idk tho?😭😭 yeah just noticed interactions in my activities:)

@riveramorylunar - i feel like we were more active on each other’s accounts when i was still in my lady lesso era, but idk i really liked you then and i still love seeing your stuff pop up on my main page:)

and of course, all of my lovely anons who send me their ideas that i can’t wait to write!!:)

🎨: link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it:

okay so like it changes every day?? but for now i must say this one:

click!

why? simple. a. brokerdoll b. the marvellous style? c. i want to draw like that d. just… just look at it okay? e. lesbians.

(and a special mention for THIS as well, as it’s the first time someone ever drawn my oc and besides the fact that she looks so pretty here it’s just… idk i just love it okay, she stole my heart)

🍄: share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings:

let’s start with the fact that i even have a favourite account for all the headcanons about brokerdoll which is @vypridae (adore all the hcs, really)

buut! my personal headcanon is:

• carmilla didn’t really expect to fall for velvette, i mean in my head she just saw her as so… respectless and dumb and stupid and careless and carefree and wild and free and pretty- wait

yeah, so in my head velvette was the first to initiate anything and at first carmilla was like “ha! no way, you stupid girl” but then she started to think more and more about velvette as the time went on and one day she just got along the fact that she might be attracted to the young overlord and somehow… went with it? like she didn’t make a big deal out of it… but velvette definitely did, despite the fact she was actually the first one to say or act on her attraction in any way.

(i need to write more headcanons for them, they’re literally eating up my brain)

[magicianrabbidsupremacy]

A Magician's Lament Chapter 3 Preview 2

“Alright let’s get this crap over with.” says the Magician. 

Meanwhile Alice goes downstairs to see her grandma. “Hello there sweetie” 

“GRANNY” Alice runs to her grandmother to give her a big hug. 

“Are ya ready to go camping into the woods?” 

“YES YES YES I CAN’T WAIT!! Wait what about Jr.? 

“I’m not sure if he’s ready to go out in the world yet” Alice’s father says. “Maybe when he gets older than we’ll see” 

“Alright c’mon c’mon I wanna go now.” Alice runs outside. 

“Woah Alice she just got here. Let’s not try and rush things here Debby just got here.” Says Alice’s father.

“Oh c’mon David let the girl be excited.” Debby says 

“Now Alice remember to not go too deep into the woods without grandma and try not to disturb animals or get yourself hurt.” 

“Ok, granny. Bye mommy bye daddy.” 

“Bye Alice” 

“Have fun out there” Alice gives her parents kisses on the cheek.

“Here Alice you can put your toys in this bag here and I’ll put them in the back of the truck” 

“Oh thanks grandma. Can I keep my dolly?”

“Of course you can.” Debby puts Alice’s toys in the back of the truck with all the camping supplies.

Meanwhile the Magician is up on the roof. “Alright, I just need to figure out how to get down from here.” 

The Magician climbs down the roof but realizes that it’s a bit too high. He tries to climb back up but to no avail. 

“C’mon…. Oh poo.” The Magician fails to keep a hold of his grip and falls onto the solid ground face first. 

“Ahhhh ACK! Ugh.” The Magician gets up from the ground and see’s Debbie’s truck. 

“There it is now I just gotta get on the back of the truck.” The bunny runs up to the back of the truck only to realize that he’s way too short to climb it. 

“Are you freaking kidding me? I can't climb that.” 

Alice looks behind the truck to see the Magician try to get on the back of the truck.

“Hey, you need help getting up there?” 

“What no?! I can do it myself.” The Magician puts his hat down and gets on top of it. He tries to jump in but he can only grab onto the back. 

Alice, not wanting this to take so long, pushes the bunny into the truck and throws his hat in too. “

Your welcome” Alice says with a happy look. 

“Shut it” The Magician says annoyed. 

Alice goes up to the front of the truck and sits on the second seat with grandma. 

“You ready to go dear” 

“Of course I am grandma” 

“Alright let’s roll” Debby starts the truck and drives off. 

“GAH! Who the hell is driving up there?!” The Magician says as he tumbles a bit since there’s no seatbelt on the back of the truck. “Oh-OH GOD ACK!!” The truck starts speeding up pulling the bunny backwards. “Grrr this better not last long.” 

*A couple minutes later*

“So Alice how have you been” 

“Pretty good, you?” 

“I’m doing fine deary. Just doing the same old stuff like watching tv and taking good care of kiki.” 

“I’ve been taking care of my dolly too, isn’t that right dolly.” 

“I love you mommy” says Alice’s doll. Both Alice and her grandma chuckle for a bit. 

“By the way, how is school going for you?” 

“I’m doing very well. I’m getting good grades and just having a lot of fun.” “Have you been making any friends at school?” 

“Uhh…yeah…yeah I’ve got friends.” 

“Really, what are their names?” Alice stays silent for a couple of seconds. 

“Umm…. I forgot.” She says nervously 

“Really? How long have you known them to not know their names?” 

“Can we talk about something else right now plz.” 

“Oh sorry dear. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“It’s fine granny.” 

“What about the family? How's that going?” 

“Mommy and Daddy are doing well. We’ve done a lot of cool things like watching movies, going to parks exct. Jr. is pretty much the same adorable baby but he might be able to talk soon.” 

“That’s great to know.” 

In the back of the truck the Magician is bored as hell. 

“Ugh this is taking forever. I bet if I was driving (and had longer legs) we would’ve been there by now.” The Magician tries to find ways to make himself less bored. He sticks his head out to let the wind hit him. Alice looks at the side view mirror and sees the bunny sticking his tongue out. Alice chuckles a bit. 

“Now what are you laughing about?” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking about something funny in my head.”

Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for the Magician’s hat to fly off thanks to the wind. 

“Hey hey WOAH!!” The Magician quickly grabs his hat. “HA! Woah woah AH!! The bunny loses this balance and almost falls off the truck. He has one hand holding on for dear life. 

“OH OH GOD OH HELL!!” 

Alice looks back at the mirror to see him dangling on the side of the truck. 

“*Gasp*” 

“Something wrong sweety?” 

“I-I um…was looking at a beautiful deer in the trees. It was so pretty that I gasped.” 

“Aww that’s cute.” Alice quickly looks back to see if the Magician is ok.

“*GRUNTING* AHH ERR AHH” 

“Please pull up please pull up please pull up”. Alice whispers to herself.

Before the Magician could lose his grip the truck hits a bump on the road. 

“GAH…Oh hey I’m back on the thing. WAH OH ACK WOAH.” 

“WOAH Granny!?” 

“Hope you got your seatbelt sweety, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride” The road becomes more bumpy and the stuff in the back starts jumping along with the Magician Rabbid. 

“WAAAAAH ACK OOF AHH HURP BLEH DAAAAAH''

*A couple of more minutes later*

Alice, Debby, and the Magician Rabbid are getting close to the woods. 

“C’mon when is this gonna end already. ACK, CAN THE PERSON UP THERE PLEASE DRIVE OFF THE BUMPY ROAD!!” 

The road gets more bumpy as the truck gets closer to the woods. 

“Alright we’re here Alice, now we just gotta find a good spot.” Alice chuckles in excitement. 

“YES HAHA, This is gonna be the best camping trip ever.” The Magician is still complaining in the back. 

“HEY WHERE THE HELL IS THE YOGURT BACK HERE?! I’M FREAKING STARVING HERE!!” 

Suddenly a big bump hit the truck launching the Magician off the vehicle. 

“AHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH” Alice looks back to check the to see him fall off. 

“AH! Oh no.”

“Alice, what happened??” 

“Something fell off the truck.” 

“WHAT!?” Debby quickly stops the truck in the middle of the woods. They both get out of the truck to see if anything fell out. 

“Alice, are you sure something fell out cause it seems like everything is in place.” 

“Yeah I swear I saw something fly out.” 

“Maybe something just jumped and landed back in.” 

“Can I see just in case.��� 

“Well…sure why not.” Debby lifts Alice up to see all the stuff on the truck. 

“Oh….I guess nothing fell out I guess.” 

“Well since we already stopped I guess we could camp on this spot right here.” 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah it looks beautiful enough right?” Alice looks around to see beautiful trees, the greenest of grass, the blue sky and glorious water in the distance. 

“You're right it is a beautiful spot.” 

“Alright now we gotta set up our spot” 

Debby starts to grab all of the camping stuff from the back of the truck. Alice takes advantage of this as she checks the Magician Rabbid is ok. The purple bunny walks over to the girl clearly unamused. 

“Hey are you ok?”

“Oh don’t act like you care” The Magician says walking away from her. Alice picks up the Rabbid. 

“Hey let me go you twit” 

“Shhh you can’t let granny see you. She really hates Rabbids and if she sees you she will eat you alive. Metaphorically of course. Just stay behind me ok.” 

“Just stay behind me ok” The Magician says, mocking the girl.

“Hey granny can I walk around the woods for a bit while I wait for you to get the camping stuff ready.” 

“Sure dear just don’t go too far ok.” 

“Don’t worry granny I won’t.” Alice looks back at the Magician. 

“C’mon let’s go” Alice says, grabbing the Magicians arm and running to the woods

“Woah hey” The Magician says, getting his arm off Alice’s hand. “I can walk by myself , thank you very much.”

“Oh umm sorry I’m just excited to go through the woods that’s all.”

Alice skips to the woods with the Magician walking behind her. She hums a little tune with a happy smile on her face while the bunny looks at her once again with a stern look while crossing his arms. They both look around the woods seeing the beautiful trees, plants, and the bright blue sky.

Link to the previous chapters if you haven't read them or need a reminder of the story so far:

[spookierdeer]

here’s the mane 6 all together. i went through a couple edits of them until i was happy with them and i think i’m finally set on them now!

fun facts below the cut

when they move in together, fluttershy stocks up on lint rollers. not for fur or dust that you’d expect to see due to her veterinary practice, but because pinkie tends to leave a trail of glitter and confetti. this is especially noticable when she’s bouncing around.

pinkie is an earth pony born with latent chaos magic. this is really rare and exhibited itself in strange ways when she was a foal. as a grown mare, she can control it better, even if it still catches people off guard on occasion.

fluttershy is a flutter pony purely because i heard jenny nicholson talk about it once and i got it stuck in my head. she’s very tall however, super willowy compared to earth ponies (as are most flutter ponies).

fluttershy is taller than both rarity and starlight glimmer, but it’s hard to tell as she keeps her head down and this makes her appear slightly smaller.

fluttershy runs the ponyville vet clinic and is an animal whisperer. she also patches up her more rambunctious friends from time to time.

fluttershy is the begrudging midwife to her friends because some of them are ridiculous and don’t go to the doctor when they should. she is very tired and deserves every cup of coffee she makes them buy her after the fact.

the flutter pony gene is more dominant than most other species genes, so if any non flutter pony and a flutter pony have a foal, it usually ends up being a flutter pony. the only exception are kirin.

rainbow dash is a trans mare

rainbow is the second shortest of the mane 6, barely taller than pinkie. don’t mention it or she’ll destroy your knee caps.

rainbow can also pack away calories like nopony else. do not challenge her to an eating contest or you’ll end up sick and regretting it.

apple jack is average earth pony height which means she’s dwarfed by her flutter and unicorn friends. twilight is on the smaller side of unicorns (as sunset shimmer).

aj is a disaster lesbian. she’s tripped into mud quite a few times around pretty mares. no, she does not want to talk about it.

aj is also well known in ponyville and beyond for being one of the best no holds barred wrestlers around. before she became a mom, she also did some mud wrestling. once she had her foals, she put that behind her if only because it took time away from farm work she didn’t have; she’s still jacked, however.

twilight sparkle is a hornless unicorn, a very rare birth defect. she had to deal with a lot of bullying growing up because of how mules and donkies tend to be the butt of the joke to the average pony. she also had to deal with her tail being stepped on a lot, so as an adult she keeps it tucked to her side.

despite her lack of horn, twilight still has magic abilities. they can be very wild and hard to control due to not having a horn conduit. she spends most of her young life learning how to handle this and becomes one of the most learned unicorns of her time.

twilight is asexual/demiromantic.

rarity is 1/4th mule and gets her long ears from her dad’s side of the family. this has been a topic of rumor amongst the other fashion moguls and like of manehatten. some have even gone so far as to say her horn is fake and other ridiculous claims. rarity would originally just scoff and act as if she couldn’t possibly be related to a mule, but eventually learns her lesson friendship story style after hearing similar rumors about twilight.

the two go on to help stop uhh fuckin discrimination against mules and donkies i guess?? holy shit i didn’t mean to make it a racial allegory but here i am fuck dude, anyway

on a different note, twilight is in a polyam relationship with rainbow dash and tempest shadow. she loves both her girls very much.

rarity is a disaster bi, but in a different way than apple jack. rarity is accidentally an embarrassing asshole to cute ponies and this is what lead to a lot of fights between rarity and other members of the mane 6. the only one who almost never took it to heart was pinkie because she could tell just how embarrassed rarity felt and that she wasn’t doing rude things intentionally. pinkie and eventually fluttershy help rarity stop being such a dunce around cute ponies.

rarity eventually stops dying her grey hair away. she does it out of anxiety, but eventually aj and her friends help her relax a little and understand that going grey isn’t going to mean she isn’t beautiful.

bonus fun facts about other characters i’ve drawn, but haven’t listed here:

tempest shadow is blind in one eye.

lyra and bonbon are happily married.

angel has a love/hate relationship with pinkie. she’s so nice and knows how to brush angel just right, but the mare is taking cuddle time with fluttershy away >:(

starlight glimmer is the only voice i have a headcanon for and it’s heather mcnamara from the off broadway production of heathers. (example)

sunset shimmer is the shortest unicorn i’ve designed so far. she’s shorter than pinkie pie and is an absolute bitch. (i love her.) she is also married to starlight glimmer; they are the bitchy moms at PTA meetings who will destroy you <3

derpy hooves is named ditzy doo in my au. she’s a postpony and scrunchie collector.

dr hooves is named tick turner and he makes and repairs watches and clocks.

bulk biceps is a personal trainer. he breaks his coffee mugs a lot.

ditzy, tick, and bulk biceps are all dating each other in a polyam relationship. for their anniversary, ditzy and tick bought bulk some super nice metal cast mugs; bulk ended up crying a little because he’s a big emotional baby. they love him.

if uve read it this far thank u for listening 2 me. plz talk to me about my ponies i love them <3

[fakeloveaskblog]

Aaah, don't shoot me! Don't know who to ask this of. Eh, first of all Logan! Remus doesn't hate you, he said so himself, he's just… there's no way to sugarcoat this, he's in denial. (Heavy denial, I'm worried about him.) Btw Janus! Janus, how's that hangout date with Remus and Remy turned out? (Plz give good news, plz give me good news…)

(This is technically part 2 of the amusement park thing but part 1 isn’t necessary to have read to get this part)

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Logan: "You certaintly isn't the only one who is worried about Remus"

He looked over to the passenger seat where Janus sat. He'd come to pick him up from the hangout over half an hour ago but they hadn't even left the parking lot yet.

"Especially after tonight"

Janus let out a low mhm in agreement "Well the hangout....happened...That's for sure.....after”

After they’d gotten out from the tunnel of love they decided to go to that restaurant Janus had seen with the big fake snake outside. Jan ordered an egg soup. Remus put a gastronomical amount of salt on his sausages (that had been cut to look like snakes). Remy just had a plain black coffee.

“Mongooses are actually really good at killing snakes. Like the best. they even are resistant to the venom” Remus ranted while making the snake sausages look like they were fighting.

“I am now very afraid of mongooses. Thanks” Janus replied sarcastically.

Remus kept info dumping about animal biology. His friend listened intently but he couldn’t help but notice the way Remy was staring at him. They took off their sunglasses and squinted at him.

“Wait. Top tier information octobabe, but girl what the fuck” They interrupted.

Remy leaned across the table and grabbed onto the collar of Janus’ shirt. They pulled him close and squinted again.

“Girl are those hickeys on your neck???”

Janus went as red as a tomato factory “no I-”

Remy looked at between Janus and Remus repeatedly with wide eyes “What the FUCKING HELL where you two doing in the tunnel of love???”

“No!! We uh we no”

“If I was going to do anything to his neck I would have grown fangs and ripped his blood veins out” Remus replied. 

“Well I trust that” Remy burrowed their eyes into the flustered fool “Okay gal what happened?”

Janus panicked “Well darling it was just a run in with the vacuum cleaner!! Nothing more! I am still new to this whole living alone thing”

Remy glanced to remus to give him a look about how obvious the lie was, but he was too busy playing with the snake sausages.

“Girl just spit it out- if you want to- who was it????” They tapped the table “W H O??? I gotta get the tea! I will like tots die without it!!”

He dragged in his yellow gloves while looking down at the floor. “Well he has said I am allowed to tell you about it whenever I want to. So uhh” He glanced up at his crushes and let up into a small anxious smile “Logan is my boyfriend!”

Remus droppe the snake sausages. He stared at him. Something in his chest hurt. It hurt really really bad. Like someone had taken their hand right through his skin and pulled out his organs. He didn’t know why. He didn’t understand it at all, but it hurt. 

Remy grimaced. They got ready to snark out some vicious insults about how much of a whiny bitch Logan was. But then they saw the way Janus was glancing down at the table, the way his eyes were filled with a kind of happiness they’d never seen from him before, they way his smile was shining of warmth.

“He makes me feel so beautiful” Janus murmured.

All of the insults died on Remy’s tongue. They sunk in on themself. If they weren’t such a bad person they would have been happy his crush was happy.

“I- well uh girl you’re- I mean” Remy fake coughed.

This wasn’t like them. They were so stupid. They leant their elbows on the table and leaned their chin on their hands. They forced a smile.

“Well Logie was poly right? So like girl are you like poly too then? ‘cause like it would be real sad for all of the single people- not me!!- but others if a snack like you got taken”

“We haven’t fully decided to which degree of openness we’re both comfortable having the relationship be but we are definitely poly yes. I enjoy seeing him guide me through how poly works. He’s like a teacher but if the teacher was in my age range and also really p- Where was I?”

“You were being a fucking dork” Remy replied. Remus had crashed his head against the table and was muttering under his breath. The enby patted him on his fluffy hair.

“Ah right. Just like usual then”

The two of them blinked at each other for a while. It was just a bit awkward. 

“So how big is Logie’s di-”

Janus stood up so fast the chair fell down behind him. In an instant he’d turned bright red “I need to go powder my nose actually!! Good evening fellas!!”

He spun around and pretty much sprinted to the restrooms. The Rems did an accidentally synchronized sigh.

“Log is definitely big. Asshole guys always tend to have massive dongs” Remus muttered. 

“True wisdom babe!” They shot their arms out “I just don’t like get it! JanJan could have gotten like anyone in the whole like world- EXcept for me of COUrse!!- and he like chooses Logan???? What the fuck??? What the absolute fuck????”

“He could have chosen cannibalism and it would have been a better choice” Remus agreed.

“Exactly!!!”

They both sighed again. Remus picked up the snake sausages from the floor and just fucking stuck them somewhere into his fluff hair to eat later.

“....At least Logan is making him happy” He mumbled.

“Well we could have made him happy too!”

They looked at each other for a moment. They both broke up into a flutter of fake chuckles.

“Platonically happy I mean”

“Yeah obviously!! What else??? Sexually???”

“Logan sure has that taken care of I guess. I bet he sweats a lot! He can’t be good at everything!”

“YEAH! Get him!! Fight fight! Babe we’re tots gonna like mown him down an-” Remy quickly shut their mouth “Oh shit Jan is coming back. Act natural!”

“Uhhh so did you know that elephants is the only mammal with 4 entire kneecaps???” Remus babbled out.

Remy nodded along in an overly enthusiastic way “Mhm mhm. Cool cool. Hear you babe. Elephants are just soooo in right now, you know how it is”

Janus had been trying to stim his flusterness out but his cheeks were still pink from blush. He stayed standing by the table. He did an awkward little wave.

“Do you two perhaps want to go do something else?”

“Like each other” Remus joked back. 

“NO!”

His cheeks went right back to red. The Rems high fived each other like true bros over an epic joke.

“I was referring to some other ride-” Remus got a mischievous grin on his lips but Jan cut him off before he could even start speaking “No innuendos! Or I will go back into my primal form and swallow you both whole-”

“Swallow huh” Remy fluttered their eyelashes.

“This is it. I’m becoming a cocoon again. I am going back into the deep endless forest and you shall never see me again”

Janus put on an overly extra pout before turning to leave. The Rems quickly hurried along. Remus shoved some more snake sausages into his hair before following along.

Remus poked in Jan’s cheek before pointing over to the big Ferris wheel “How about trying that one? If we’re lucky it’ll detach and roll into the ocean”

“Hmm I’m unsure” he glanced over to Remy “It is quite high up. I wouldn’t want anyone afraid of that sort of thing to have to worry”

The enby patted his shoulder “Aww JamJan. Don’t you worry, I know I’ll be like tots alright if you’re here”

That comment made Janus’ cheeks go pink in a good way. Remus shoved himself between the two and took both of their hands in his. His was warms and slightly slimy somehow, the other twos were cold but he didn’t mind.

“C’mon then!!! Let’s go! Let’s go!! Before the line gets too long!!!”

They dodged between crowds before getting to it. It was as tall as the rollercoaster and painted in different shades of blue. Lights were decorated all over it that blinked in different patterns.

They got into one of the capsules. All of it was see through so they could see the view any where they looked. There were two long seats on either sides. Remus planted himself on one of them, the other two pining dumbasses sat down on the other.

Remy quietly reached out and took Janus’ hand as the ride started to go up. “I wasn’t ready for the floor to like be uh like glass or something”

He squeezed their hand. “Understandable”

“Okay. So get this” Remus held up his hand “We start a fire” he moved his fingers to pretend it was a cracking fire while mimicking fire sounds “I mean this ride takes 10 minutes??? What are they gonna??? Stop the ride???”

“Babe we are not starting a fire” Remy replied.

“No no I think he has a point. I do want to see what happens” Janus added while nodding along.

“Jan if you’re gonna be weird at least have like the courtesy of the rat babe over here and like look the part. Like how I look like a total snack!”

“Noted. I will do you proud by drinking a poison that turns my legs into a snake tail”

“Hot”

Remus grinned “On that note. Who of us do you two think is most likely to be a monster fu-”

“Wow what a lovely view” Janus interrupted while pointing towards the left side of the capsule.

The sky had started to darken into shades of deep purple and blue. The lights of the amusement park had in turn all been turned on making it glimmer in all sorts of patterns. The lights of the city shone in the distance. Between the park and city laid a forest, the trees looked dark in the night but still welcoming.

Remus got up and pressed his hands against the glass. His grin only grew. His breathing left shapes on the glass. 

“Wouldn't it be cool if this was actually a spaceship and we could just continue flying and looking all night?” He exclaimed.

Janus’ heart beat faster at the thought of the three of them spending the entire night together. Cuddling together on the floor and admiring the stars. Falling asleep in each other’s arm. Waking up to hear Remy’s sleepy voice and see Remus’ messy hair.

“..That....that would be umh enjoyable” 

He stood up as well. He went up next to Remus. His crush happily leaned against Jan. He took his hand. The side of their heads were touching.

Remy got and leant their chin on top of Remus’ head. He let them move their arms around his shoulders and cuddle closer. 

Janus moved his free hand around Remy’s waist so now they were just kinda standing in one big cuddle thing, admiring the view. The two pining dorks were casting hasty glances to admire each other without the other seeing. Fucking idiots.

Remus moved his finger to the glass to draw in the tint left by his breathe. He made one short round figure with a big hat, one tall stickfigure with giant sunglasses and one even taller super muscular figure in the middle. They were all holding hands and standing on some sort of disc.

“See? That’s us in the spaceship”

“Hun I hate to break it to you but you are not like that tall” Remy replied.

“It’s us in the future obviously! Dummy! Silly! Fucker! After I get on T I will transform into my ultimate tall form and rule the earth with- Or well I mean umh If I get on T it’s not like it’s uh decided I just-”

“Then we can both annoy Jan by showing of how much we can reach the top drawer!”

“YEAH! Exactly!!!”

Janus was staring down into the floor. There was a happy feeling filling his entire body. 

“you think we’re going to know each other for years” He mumbled out. Barely even as a question.

“Of course Snakey!” Remus assured back with a bright smile. he got an unsure look in his eyes and glanced up at Remy “Right?”

“Right! I can’t let my lil babes go all alone. You two are like gonna die from starvation if I’m not here to get stuff from the top drawer”

“Oh...Oh how lovely” Janus was too giddy to make a snarky comment back.

Remus was getting excited over it as well. His heart beat extra at the sight of Remy still wearing his hoodie, at the thought of them going on even more da- hang outs like this, at getting to hear Janus’ silky smooth voice murmur compliments to him for years to come.

It all made him feel like insects would burst out of his veins and like his smile would get so wide it would rip apart the skin on his cheeks and like his heart would burst into a gorey mess.

He didn’t understand why he felt like that. He didn’t get it at a-

oh

Oh he did get it.

He understood.

He understood all of it.

Remy noticed as their friend carefully moved away. They assumed he’d just seen something on the other side of the view. It took a moment before they heard a shaky breathe.

Janus and Remy both looked back to see Remus sitting on the floor. His hands were pressed over his mouth and his eyes were wide and filled with tears. He was hyperventilating so fast his body had started to turn numb as he got close to passing out.

Stupidly enough Janus let out a “Are you okay?”

He obviously didn’t get an answer. He moved closer and sat down in front of his friend but Remus immediately flinched away. His breathing got faster and for a moment his eyes were close to rolling back into his skull and he fell forward.

Janus moved to help him up but Remy grabbed onto his shoulder to stop him. “Do you have his sister’s number?”

“I think so-”

“Then call her. Tell her to come pick him up okay?”

“O-okay”

Remy hunched down in front of Remus, not too close. He was trying to keep himself upright while his breathe only fastened.

“babe you’re having a panic attack. I don’t know why but I can promise you you’re not dying, you’re not in danger, everything will be alright. Okay?” 

And suddenly their voice was light like a feather. It was so unlike them and yet so calming.

“Can you hold your arms up like this?” They showed how by holding up their arms above their head “It will help you breathe okay?”

Remus let out a sob but forced his shaky hands to move up. His chest was burning. He could hear Janus’ talking on the phone. He could hear things that weren’t there.

Remy continued “Okay babe please imagine like a window in front of you” They moved their fingers in a square pattern.

It took a moment before he somewhat nodded.

“Okay good. So when you look at the top part of the window breathe in okay? and when you look at the side breathe out. And then when you look at the bottom part breathe in again and so forth. Can you do that? Please?”

Remus stared out at something that wasn’t there. Slowly but surely his chest started to rise and lower less rapidly. He was still hyperventilating but he wasn’t close to passing out. Tears were streaming down his face.

“You’re doing great. I promise” Remy assured “Can you tell me anything that is in the window?”

He opened his mouth to speak but only a sob came out. His entire body was shaking but he was still trying to hold his arms up.

“..la..lamp” He choked out.

“Okay. Can you tell me what color it is?”

“...gr-reen....”

“How pretty. Is there any pattern on it?”

It took a moment before he forced out “..sp..spid..ers”

“Perfect for halloween then”

The end of the ride was coming up. Janus was standing of the side, fiddling with his gloves. He kept casting nervous glances to his friends.

“Okay babe can you stand up?You just gotta stand up and like follow us and you’ll be home soon enough. I promise”

He sniffled before trying to get up. He was shaking so much it was hard to stand but he managed. He was covering his ears to try and get the sounds out.

He couldn’t move. He kept feeling flashes of ghosts. The smells were too strong. The ride stopped. The line waited for them to get off.

“Oh dear” Janus murmured “Is it alright if I grab a piece of your shirt? I’ll simply help you to the parking lot. Like we did at the laser tag remember?”

Remus didn’t look up but he nodded. Janus took ahold of a part of his sleeve and helped him up. He tried to look as menacing as possible so no one around them would try and interrupt them. Remy walked next to them, they kept asking about decorations in the window to distract him. He mumbled back quiet replies.

When they got to the parking lot Rowan had just nearly crashed her car into a tree with how fast she was speeding there. Remus relaxed, if only by very very little, when he saw her.

She ran up and pulled him into an embrace. He moved back as he squeezed his cheeks and checked so he was physically fine. 

For just a moment Rowan glared back at the two others. She wasn’t sure if they’d caused her brother’s panic attack. Really she wanted to smash them both up against a wall and threaten them about Ever daring to hurt her brother, but she knew getting Remus home was more important.

Soon enough the car drove away. With Remus still in the middle of a breakdown. The parking lot turned quiet.

Remy took out a cigarette and sighed as they lit it. They sat down on the pavement and took a deep breathe. Their hands shook from seeing Remus like that.

Janus stayed standing. It felt like all of the energy had left his body. He kept staring out at the faraway trees.

“You- you were quite good at calming him down. I- I don’t know what I would have done” Janus said to force away the silence.

“Yeah. The window was a real good distraction when having the shit kicked out of me” They chuckled back “It was so fucking decorated by the time I was like 14 it was ridiculous”

“Oh.....cool”

They took out their phone and tensed up when they saw all the missed calls they had. They gulped. “Shouldn’t you like call Lo to pick you up? Get your man candy to get all this shit off your mind-”

“Do you think Remus will be okay?”

“Girl how am I to know that” They took a blow from the cigarette “I...I hope so...”

“Same here”

They typed something on there phone. For a few minutes it was quiet again. Until Remy finished the cigarette and stomped it out on the ground. They stood up and went up to Janus. They took off the green hoodie they’d gotten from Remus, leaving them in a tank top and short, and handed it to him.

“Could you take care of this until next time I see you? Please?”

Janus held it to his chest “Sure”

“Good”

They hugged him just a few seconds before quickly moving back “Tell me if you hear anything from Rem, kay?”

“Right back at you”

Remy walked away, leaving the air feeling hollow. Janus sat down and waited for Logan to come pick him up. He hoped with all of his heart that he hadn’t been the reason Remus got the panic attack. He hoped both of his love’s would be alright, especially tonight.

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[choibinn3]

get to know me game!!

tagged by: @tyunni

tagging: @tyuncafe this is suuper long btw so dont mind it if u dont wanna do it!! hehe

what day is your birthday? dec 8th, sunghoons bday 😥 (thats how i heard abt enhypen actually, my friend was like "OMGG u share a bday wirh my bias!!!!")

what’s your favorite color? pink <33 it makes me so happy

what’s your lucky number? 8!!! like my bday date :')

do you have any pets? no :(( want a kitty real bad though

how tall are you? skipping. no comment. next question.

how many pairs of shoes do you have? like THREE and i rotate between two ♥️

favorite song? kpop?? um rn fever by enhypen or ghosting.. non kpop would be amoeba by clairo (shits GOOD plz go listen to it)

favorite movie? not the biggest fan of movies, but im suuper into slasher films/horror!!! so maybe smthng from there??

what would your ideal partner be like? jungwon ♥️ LMAO

do you want children? nope!! love kids but parenting doesnt sound like smthng id want to do unfortunately

have you gotten in trouble with the law? not that i know od?? Dont tell anyone

bath or shower? shower.. i dont thinj ive ever taken a legitimate bath b4, always showered

what color socks are you wearing? soz to say this but socks suck!! also irs 11pm and im in bed BUT THAT STILL STANDS

favorite type of music? like genre?? no clue, but i typically like music that reminds me romantic pining (aka, fever ♥️ or around you by hyunjin)

how many pillows do you sleep with? pillows are four!!! plushies,?? infinite bitch!!

what position do you sleep in? curled up on my side hugging smthng hehe

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? yk that sleep where like,, ure sleeping... but u feel awake the whole time?? and rhen u wake up fuckin groggy like uve just been lying there.. that.

what do you have for breakfast? no breakfast!!! 2 cool 4 that. also i wake up at like uhh 11am-3pm sometimes

have you ever tried archery? NO!! sharp objections should not be in my possession apparenrly. tch 😒

favorite fruit? strawberries? mangoes?? anything fresh

favorite swear word? no favs, jm too indecisive for that :((

do you have any scars? yea, i dont have a cool story for them though.. i was just a scab picker kid lol

are you a good liar? SHITTY. horrible, the worst. i cant lie dor shit nd it gets me all shcoked everytime someone is like "mai ure LITERALLY so bad at this" during a lying game lol

what’s your personality type? istp-t!! same as huening whoooo 🎉🎉

what’s your favorite type of girl? mean girls...... i jusy like mean ppl in general but mean gurls have a special space in my heart ♥️!! theyre so demonized but as long as theyre not acrually complete assholes (like homophobes, bigots yk?) they r everythint 2 me

innie or outtie? gots an innie :]

left or right handed? right

favorite food? no favs again!!! but SPICY FOOD YUMM

favorite foreign food? probs uhh Bún bò Huế!!! im viet so idk if that counts as "foreign" but omgg ITS SO GOOD

are you clean or messy? messy!! i feel like everythings much more comfy and natural.. not like too messy though

most used phrase? BARK BARK (not proud of this one guys)

how long does it take you to get ready? like 40-60mins... ONLY BC i zone out tthough and forgot im meant to be gettinf ready LOL

do you talk to yourself? Yes. i do <3 thats also why i read&write fanfictions

do you sing to yourself? mhm!!! esp when the songs too good i sing along or throughout the day

are you a good singer? actually, literally not sure at all. i took chorus since like elementary school tho if that helps

biggest fear? heights and commitment ♥️

are you a gossip? what does this mean. but i think?? i like heaeinf gossip but im not tonna get outta my way to talk abt it ?

do you like long or short hair? on myself short!!! but guys&girls nd just everyone in general look so damn good with long hair sometimes

favorite school subject? none lol <33!! school sucks this question pains me every time i see it on back2school answer sheets

introvert or extrovert? introvert, im a lil hermit all cooped up inside my room all the tim3 ://

what makes you nervous? ppl i like are cool!!! or like ppl in general, i cant even order my boba by myself dude

who was your first real crush? i THINK. it mightve been my bff from when i was in 5th grade.. idk if this counts bc i (THINK) but like...... i cried so fucking much when we stopped being friends. it felt like a breakup and im still not over it tbh (tmi?)

how fast can you run? not fast at all but i can JUMP

what color is your hair? black, still have virgin hair!!

do you like your own name? umm tbh no, but my screen name (mai) is my middle name anyways so i dont think that matters too much

what makes you angry? people who dont listen :( pisses me off but tbh i dont get angry often

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? NEITHER. if i had to pick maybe boy but NOOOOO

what are your strengths? ive been told im endearingly stupid (like twice by the same friend) and it stuck with me. like AWWW :(( U THINK IM ENDEARINGG??

what are your weaknesses? id say im too socially anxious, public speaking makes my hands shake and i cant speak so its real bad

what’s the color of your bedspread? like white with blue polka dots ^_^

what’s the color of your room? this nice beige color,, like the color of my blog rn actually!!!! i based it off of jungwons color scheme but ig this works too

[soudam-appreciation]

Study... date?

Gundam sighed, shrugging his overweight backpack over his shoulder. He had not planned for today to become a social one, though he supposed it was not quite unwelcome. The mortal known as Kazuichi, Tamer of Automatons, had requested his presence here, though for precisely what ritual, Gundam did not know.

Kazuichi leaned back in his chair and rested his legs atop of the table as he inhaled the overwhelming (and honestly, kinda gross) scent of old and new books as he waited for Gundam to hurry the fuck up and get to the library, because he really didn’t have all day. 

He perked up, though, when he saw a small flash of purple and black move by one of the bookshelves he sat next to. Souda stood, waving his hands frantically in an attempt to catch the goth boy’s attention, not wanting to call out and cause more of a scene than the literal highlighter waving his hands sporadically like he was at a concert.

The neon blur tugged at Gundam’s peripheral, and he crossed his arms before him. Facing the boy, he began a usual greeting. “At last, you have been found. Do you not fear this meeting, Fool?” His voice boomed and echoed through the stacks, inciting an annoyed rustle and collective whisper.

Kazuichi’s eyes went wide as he started rapidly shushing him, because if him basically jumping up and down trying to get Gundam to notice him didn’t draw attention to the two, Gundam basically shouting definitely did. Speaking as softly as he could considering how badly his heart rate spiked, he tried to get him to quiet down.

“D-dude! Shut- shut the- Don’t! Stop fuckin’....fuckin’ screaming like that! Jesus! Shudda’...shut the- shut the fuck up! Shhh!” 

Recollection of the location at hand hit Gundam with a hell-strength impact. Clearing his throat, he hurriedly glanced around, mumbling fractured apologies for his forgetfulness. If there was one thing that would make even the Dark Overlord himself bow, it would be intense embarrassment as a direct result of his own foolishness- not that he would even say such a thing. To allow enemies access to his weakness?! Preposterous. He whispered a short apology to Souda as well, for the mortal seemed far more distraught than he. 

Souda groaned softly, rubbing his face with his hands for a few moments before bouncing back almost as fast, a lazy grin plastered across his face. That didn’t stop the drop of malice and embarrassment showing through in his cheerful voice as he pushed out a chair next to the one he was leaning on before to invite Gundam to sit with him. 

There were a lot of books, papers, pens and one lone computer scattered across the table. Souda easily pushed these aside as he sat down to take a sip of his…something. 

Gundam followed suit, dropping his bag on the floor beside him as he took his seat. He was not entirely sure what they were to do on this day, although crawling deep underground was an option he prayed upon. Unzipping his backpack as soundlessly as he could, he retrieved a notepad and slid a simple message to his companion.

What, pray tell, have you summoned me for?

Kazuichi read it over before snatching the notepad from Gundam’s hand, as well as the fancy pen he had (despite there being many writing utensils of his own he could’ve used, he honestly just wanted to be a bit of a dick to his past rival). He scrawled something quickly on it and slid it back nervously, despite there being no teachers nor rules against slipping each other notes. 

ok, well, i asked u 2 come here bc i am fucking failing math and biology and there r these 2 tests cming up i need u 2 help me study for. i thought u’d know a lot abt biology and u seem smart ig so-

He ripped another blank note out to write on more.

-so i thought u could help with, math too. hinata won’t help me he’s mad i spilt monster on his laptop still even though that was a whole day ago :(

The writing was barely legible and Kazuichi seemed to shorten words as best as he could, since he also wrote very large on the small sheet of paper. He slid the second note to Tanaka for him to read.

Squinting, Gundam managed to make out Souda’s print. He sighed, briefly wondering how incompetent Souda actually was, and where to even begin studying. Retrieving his pen, albeit a bit forcefully, he turned to a new page and began his transmission.

Where should we begin? Is there a specific field in which you have little expertise?

As Souda read over the note in the pretty cursive handwriting, he let out a small giggle. He couldn’t help it, reading Gundam’s dumbass Overlord-victorian speak was somehow funnier than hearing it out loud. Snatching the pen and paper back, he started writing.

uh um well i never ever got algebra the little letters always confused me and in biology kind of everything. man i’m not good with that kinda shit like u i’ve seen ur grades you don’t know how 2 whisper when ur flaunting them to sonia lol

Gundham’s ears got hot, and he fidgeted with the end of his scarf. Grabbing his pen, he scribbled out, I do no such thing. I simply share because I am asked, that should be a simple concept to grasp. His scrawl was messier, his haste blurring his senses. Deep breaths stilled his hostility, and he turned to a new page.

So shall we begin with variables, then? You may need to work exceptionally hard to recall these, as no doubt it will be of importance. 

Once again, Kazuichi laughed as he watched Gundam get a little pissed at the Sonia comment. Even when they were slowly getting closer, messing with the guy still yielded hilarious results.

come on man!!!! why r u getting so pissy i’m just teasing u. u know i know that u know we aren’t rivals anymore so calm down!!!!! >:3

anyways uhh ya sure we can start w, variables ig. i don’t remember a lot of this stupid ass math lingo so ur gonna need to remind me some of it.

Variables are those “little letters” you spoke of. If something I mention confuses you, alert me at once. 

Gundam chose to ignore all of Souda’s previous statement, focusing instead on the task at hand. There did not seem a logical reason to become so frustrated when Souda spoke of her. So why did it ignite a hellfire in his chest? 

He shook off the thought, selecting a standard textbook from his oversized backpack and placing it on the table with a thunk. Opening to a page about Variables, the most annoying of unknowns, he slid the book across for Souda’s viewing ease. 

We should begin here, page 28. Do you have a journal for notes?

yeah that’s fine also do u mind me keeping our notes or atleast yours please plz plsssss

Sure enough, the smaller boy was already making a pile of the discarded notes they had forgotten about. Mostly Gundams. It was the only neat thing on the table thus far.

Sighing again, Gundam ceded. He had no use for them, anyway. It caught his attention as slightly strange, but he chose to pay it no mind. Scratching out what information he could on such a small surface, he quickly realized that simply would not work. He slid a mostly-empty notebook from his bag and selected a blank page to share with Souda. It wasn’t as if he really needed the pages in this notebook either, so he added a small note at the top offering the torn-out pages for outside studying.

Souda took the page and studied it, before brightly grinning up at Gundam and quickly nodding. This was fancy shit, definitely not something extremely expensive (he knew Gundam definitely wouldn’t dare share that kind of paper, seeing the small slightly-faded stains of car oil on his hands that he just couldn’t scrub out) but Souda probably wouldn’t be buying these things, especially for every class, without at least a week of ramen dinners to make up for the waste of money working at his Dads mechanic shop.

Souda suddenly realized that ‘fancy shit’ to a slightly broke kid like him was definitely not ‘fancy shit’ to Gundam “I don’t know how to dress casually Ever” Tanaka.

Gundam continued to script line after line, attempting to explain these subjects in terms Souda would understand. The look in Souda’s eyes gnawed at him, such excitement on display over some math notes. He wasn’t certain what rubbed him wrong about it, so he brushed it aside. Reaching the bottom of the page, he printed a small question. 

Do you still understand thus far?

Souda finally grabbed one of his own pens that lay discarded on the table instead of stealing Gundams.

yeah i get it u explain it a lot better than the teachers or chiaki despite ur little demon talk r whatever lol. chiaki use to help me like all the time but she kept falling asleep on me we never got anything done

Reading Souda’s message tempted laughter, and Gundam bit his cheek to silence it. Nodding sagely, he scrawled, As likely as you are to bend truths pertaining to women, this account does seem trustworthy. He knew just as well as anyone how exhausted Chiaki constantly seemed. 

Tugging the newly completed page from its binds, Gundam offered it to Souda as well. 

Souda looked almost offended by the note (he still took it, because of course he did) and hastily scribbled another and shoved it in Gundams chest with a grin.

WOW DICK i’m not gonna go after every girl that falls asleep on me!!! sonia hasn’t fallen asleep on me yet and you know!!!!! >:(((((( 

Gundam stiffened, bandaged hand safely out of sight under the table. If it had been visible, Souda would have a clear view of numb fingers folding against his palm before stretching into claws, over and over. Another deep breath was necessitated by his pounding heart, and he stilled his mind. There was no reason for this feeling. What possible purpose could this rush of adrenaline serve? Certainly nothing pertaining to math. He cleared his throat again, which ended up sounding a bit more like a growl, and took up his pen.

You say “yet”, as if there is even the slightest chance of such an occurrence in the future. This, I do know. A smug smirk crossed his face, daring to settle on his lips.

Souda pouted as he read the note, a somehow adorable sight as he quickly snagged Gundams pen again (once again ignoring his own) and scrawled something on a new note and shoved it back to him. 

nuh-uh! u don’t know shit. unless u can see the future!!! tell me tell me tell me. maybe ur freaky demon shit is real after all ANYWAYS do i end up w miss sonia plz please tell me??!?? :3

Gundam tasted blood as he bit his lip hard. Why was Souda so insistent on her? No, he knew why. She was aesthetically pleasing to someone like him. This was not new information, but it still irked Gundam like hell. He pursed his lips. The last thing he was going to do was tell Souda his pathetic simpering dreams would come true in the end. Or perhaps, the last thing he wanted would be to admit to Souda that he cannot truly see the future? Grumbling, he snatched his pen back and tapped it against his knuckles. Neither option was preferred, though one was a clear admission of weakness…

He settled on a third choice. Of course not. I know precisely who you shall fall for in the end, although I cannot tell you. That is the Law of Causality.

actually it’s the law of cASSuaslity because ur an asshole who the fuck cares why can’t u just tell me!!! if i don’t get with miss sonia or whatever u say i don’t even know if i completely believe ur bonkers shit why can’t u just tell me their name or anything i just!!! want a hint. please 

Kazuichi’s handwriting grew sloppier as he grew more desperate. Why the fuck was Gundam hiding it? It’s not like he’s gonna get suspended for some random ‘law’ or whatever he probably made up. He didn’t even know what the word Causality meant but it sounded exactly like a freaky word Gundam would say.

All I may tell you is that… Gundam paused, wiggling his pen between thumb and forefinger to come up with an excuse. …you have likely already made their acquaintance. All trace of smugness had dropped from his features, now replaced with stale indifference. He locked his worry deep in his chest, buried it. The last thing he needed was Souda to call him out on such a ridiculously big lie.

Souda didn’t know why, but he grinned at that. He grinned at a lot of dumb shit, and Gundam telling him some vague dumbass answer like that was apparently dumb enough to get on his list of Dumb Shit That Made Him Grin. He flicked Gundams note into his ever growing pile and chugged the rest of his drink, his eyes blown wide with the sudden rush of, apparently, sugar. He tapped the textbook again, trying to remind them both to stay on task. His hands were starting to shake too much from the sugar high to make writing any good.

Gundam nodded. They needed to focus on the task at hand.. Which was math. Boring math. Another sigh settled in his chest, and he thought fleetingly on how he would much rather talk about silly magic business. Shaking dramatically dual-toned hair from his eyes, he set to scribbling some more numbers. Stupid, boring numbers. 

Kazuichi watched with interest as Gundam quickly drew out complex strings of numbers and occasional letters. However, his mind quickly drifted as well as his eyes. Higher and higher until he was watching Gundam’s facial expressions shift as he tried to help Souda. How he bit his lip as he hesitated before continuing to keep writing, how his eyes narrowed, Souda half-mindedly thought of how pretty Tanaka’s eyes were, he could get lost in them if he really wanted to, and he did. So he simply tuned out the sound of pen against pencil, rustling of paper and the occasional whisper between others in the library and just stared into his eyes.

Sliding another page across the table, Gundam glanced up at Souda’s face, before they quickly flicked away. On the quickly growing list of things he did Not Want to happen today, was for Souda to catch him staring. Or- he paused. To catch… Souda staring? He didn’t want to look again, even if he was right, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as if he could feel Souda’s gaze. Ears growing red, he scripted a small note back, faltering slightly as nerves made his fingers stiff. 

Do you still understand well enough?

Kazuichi’s gaze didn’t move until he finally noticed Gundam actually wrote words down. He did a double take back at his face before he picked up his pen, his cheeks heating up. Shit, did Gundam catch him looking? His hands trembled slightly from the sugar and caffeine as he scribbled on the paper.

yeah i understand completely ur a good teacher  i already said that didn’t i sorry

He slid the note over, now doing his best to keep his eyes on the table and not on Gundam.

Do not fret, I am pleased you understand. 

Clearing his throat as quietly as he could, he returned to numbers. Gundam really tried to focus, he did. But he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering… Muscle memory served him well, and he continued to write, but his mind’s eye strayed from questioning Souda’s gaze, to wondering why keeping their notes tidy was so important, to the way Souda tapped his fingers on the desk ever so slightly, the sugar and caffeine running rampant through his veins. It soon became impossible to focus, and he started mixing up numbers and crossing them out. He shook his head, hard, mumbling apologies for scrambling up his figures. 

Kazuichi easily picked up Gundams distraction and yanked an empty note from him to write on.

do u wanna stop for today

He slid it over, giving Gundam a small smile as he did. He wasn’t unfamiliar with his brain getting jumbled and melting into mush and before he knew it, the day was over and he hadn’t got shit done. So he didn’t mind giving up for today, starting again tomorrow or next week. He just liked being with Gundam, kinda. As weird as that was. 

Gundam nodded. 

My sincerest apologies, I seem to have lost my senses…

What the hell had gotten into him? This was highly unusual for him. Gundam mumbled another quiet sorry, sliding the incomplete and jumbled page across to Kazuichi just in case he needed it anyway. 

Souda tidied everything up on the desk, sliding his books, computer and the notes into his black backpack. As he stood, he bounced on his heels, the caffeine suddenly taking full effect as he finally got out of the chair and could move around to his heart's desire. He slid his backpack over one of his shoulders and didn’t hesitate to start playing with one of the enamel pins of a vocaloid character that hung from the zipper, needing something to occupy his hands with.

Gundam stood as well, fumbling as he slipped the last notebook into his bag. Offering a hand, he gestured towards the door. He whispered, “Shall we meet again tomorrow, then? I swear I shall do better at my job.” 

Kazuichi laughed softly at that, nodding. His hands fiddled with his jumpsuit pockets as he made his way over to Tanaka, a small bounce in his step. He would definitely blame that and what he did next on the overload of caffeine in his system the next day. He put his hands on Gundams shoulders, slightly dragging him down as he stood on his tippy-toes, kissing him sweetly on the lips before he was already skipping towards the door, waving him bye as he exited, most likely to his dorm on campus.

Blood froze in his veins. Gundam’s heart pounded, throbbing in his ears. His face was beyond red, and his stiffened fingers twitched in surprise. Mouth opening and closing like a fish, he could not even will his feet to carry him after the boy. What… What just… happened? His mind felt as slow and sluggish as if it was buffering through a torrented movie file. 

Finally gathering enough control of his own limbs, he pulled himself through the door. He wanted desperately to give chase, to pull Souda into his arms and kiss him back, but he knew there was no possible way he would keep his courage. So he settled, simply deciding upon returning to his own abode. He would have to speak to Souda at their meeting tomorrow. Just thinking about it gave him… butterflies? Oh dear, what an unpleasant sensation.

. . .

Thank you @kazudam for writing with me! This was so much fun, and something I’ve always wanted to do :’) 

[the-outsiders-blogg]

hey?? uhh if it’s not hard for u could you write something angsty with ponyboy where he got drunk and had a really intense make out with *reader* and she caught the biggest crush on him? but then he just pretends it never happened and he started to date other girl and *reader* is just dying because her feelings are really strong? thank u! i don’t know the good ending for this sooo you’re free to imagine. again thanks for ur hard work ❤️❤️💖

Sure babe thanks for the request! This is a big request tho it’ll likely be a two part at least ;)

Bottoms up (ponyboy x reader)

Ponyboy gets drunk and has an extreme make out sesh with you, but it doesn’t seem to mean as much to him as you had hoped. 

You had no idea how everyone had gotten to Buck’s, but there you were, with Ponyboy, Two Bit, and Dallas walking though the smoke-filled rooms of Buck Merrill’s house.  

Two Bit had been drunk from the second y’all left the movies.  He had snuck in a flask and was sipping on it throughout the film.  He was sharing with Dallas, but Dal hadn’t had nearly as much as Two Bit.  Not that it mattered thought, Two could always hold his liquor real well.  

Oh, that’s right... y’all had gone to the movies.  

Everything slowly started to come back to you.  Everyone had gone to the drive in together.  You thought the movie was boring. Generally you weren’t a big fan of movies anyways, but you sat through them because Ponyboy liked them.  When you whispered to Two Bit that you were bored as hell, he poured a few shots into the soda you were drinking.  It was halfway through the movie when you remembered you were sharing your soda with Ponyboy.  

“We can’t take him home drunk! Darry would bash our heads in!” exclaimed Dallas, once he realized that Pony was buzzed.  Y’all were walking out of the movies. 

“Boy, look at him sway, you’d think he’d never touched a drop in his life,” laughed Two Bit, watching Pony struggle to walk in a straight line.  

“Awe, leave him alone,” you sighed.  “Where are we gonna take him then?” 

“We could go to Buck’s,” suggested Dallas.  

“Ha! That’s a great idea!” laughed Two Bit drunkenly.  

And that’s how y’all ended up at Buck’s place.  Generally you aren’t that big of a drinker, but at Buck’s place there’s alcohol everywhere, free for the taking.  Evidently, Pony was starting to catch on.  He got a hold of a beer when Two Bit and Dallas were off playing pool. 

“Shit,” muttered Two Bit, watching Pony sip on a beer. “We were supposed to be getting him less drunk.”

“Y’all took him to the wrong place for that,” you said, rubbing your forehead.  You had downed a few beers yourself.  

“Alright let’s get him upstairs, he probably won’t be able to get a hold of anymore booze up there,” decided Dallas.  “C’mon, pone.” Dallas grabbed Pony’s arm and dragged him upstairs.  You and Two were right on his heels.  

“Guys, I’m- I’m fine...” Pony slurred.  

“Yeah, right,” said Dallas rolling his eyes.  He was practically carrying him up the stairs.  

At the top of the stairs Dallas opened his bedroom door and shoved Pony inside.  Pony collapsed onto Dal’s bed with a laugh.  

“Sheesh, Dar is gonna have our heads,” muttered Two Bit.  

“Speak for yourself.  I’m not the one taking him home,” declared Dallas.  

You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the bed next to Pony.  “You alright?” you asked softly, touching Pony’s shoulder. 

“Mm,” Pony responded, closing his eyes. 

You kinda had a thing for Ponyboy.  The gang didn’t really know about it.  You guessed they thought you were just being friendly since you had known him for so long. But you had a crush on Pony.  And you were meant to tell him, but you never really got around to it.  Maybe you didn’t want to ruin y’alls friendship.  

A loud crash came from downstairs.  

“Hey! Break it up guys!” you heard Buck yell.  

“Oh shit! A fight!” exclaimed Two Bit, hopping up.  He and Dal ran out and downstairs to see what was going on. 

“Guys! C’mon, y’all,” you said in an exasperated tone.  “Tools.  Absolute tools.”

Pony struggled to sit up beside you.  He leaned on you for support.  “Y/n, I’m- I think I’m a little drunk,” muttered Pony.  

“Yeah, I think so too,” you laughed, wrapping an arm around Pony’s back, helping him sit upright.  

“I think I might be too drunk to remember this,” whispered Ponyboy. 

“Wha- remember what?” you said, trying to decipher Pony’s expression.  

Suddenly, Pony leaned into you and his lips collided with yours.  Before you could register what was happening, Pony’s arms wrapped around you, and he pulled you close to him.  A feeling of giddy happiness washed over you.  It felt like your body was dissolving into his.   

“Shit,” you breathed.  

Pony’s tongue pushed into your mouth, and you found your tongue doing the same to him.  He was kissing you gently, but passionate at the same time.  It was a perfect moment of ecstasy, and the last thing you remember from that night.  

There will be a part 2 to this! But plz keep in mind it might take some time bc my inbox is super full rn!! Thank you again anon for the request this one is a fucking journey. 

[galactic-magick]

Not So Different: Virgil x Reader

Request: Can I get uhh new side (Pride?) Who is female and everyone is surprised and it's virgil x reader and lots of him being jealous even tho u aren't together and angst and him being the big spoon and stuff ty mwah (sorry if this is badly written I'm going on 1 hours of sleep in the past 2 days hahaha okay - @hhh-angels​

Summary: You are Thomas’s prideful side, and you immediately bond with Roman for obvious reasons. Virgil doesn’t like that very much…

Words: 1400+

Warnings: angst, jealousy

Author’s Notes: I hope you like this! There’s a few time-skips cuz I wanted it to be kinda slow-burn and build up the angst lol. (Also I’d just like to say there is no Roman hate here! He’s kinda viewed as the bad guy in this but I promise I love him plz don’t come after me)

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“Hi!” you pop up next to Roman, waving to Thomas. Everyone jumps, but you’re so happy to actually be here that you don’t mind their intense reaction. Deceit’s done a great job at hiding you for years, and you’re finally getting to reveal your existence.

You represent Thomas’s pride. You’re not really either a light or dark side, since pride can be used in so many different ways. Pride can be used for good, such as when Thomas is confident in his achievements, ideas, and sexuality. But if it gets too strong, it can become an issue. Excessive pride can lead to being self-absorbed, insensitive, and arrogant, and unfortunately that may be the reason you’re here.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Thomas asks.

“I’m your pride!” you grin. “But you can just call be Y/N,”

Roman looks you up and down, “But, why are you-?”

“A girl? I just felt like presenting myself this way. Do you need me to change?”

“No, no, of course not! We can sing Disney duets together!” You and Roman immediately start singing “A Whole New World.”

Virgil rolls his eyes.

Thomas stares in disbelief, “I’m still confused, why are you here? Where did you come from?”

“You tell me, Thomas,” you laugh, continuing to sing with Roman.

“Did you guys know about her?”

“Not particularly, no,” Logan and the other sides shake their heads.

“Virgil? Is she another dark side?”

“Not exactly,” he sighs. “But I- I should’ve been able to stop her,”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why, Virgil?” your singing stops and you meet his gaze.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to balance out Thomas’s ego with self-consciousness and insecurity,”

“Who needs that,” Roman scoffs.

“Actually, he does need it,” Logan corrects, pulling up a chart. “Think of it as a modified Yerkes-Dodson curve. With anxiety, one side of the extreme is complete carelessness, and the other is full-on panic. With pride, one side would be self-loathing, and the other would be narcissism. Ideally, everyone should be in the middle, having confidence in yourself but not so much that you become ignorant or put others down,”

“Is she here because…I’m on the second side?”

“Oh no…” Patton mumbles.

“Nonsense! I see nothing wrong with Y/N being here,” Roman objects, draping an arm around your shoulders. Virgil cringes a bit.

“Technically, Roman is correct,” Logan admits hesitantly. “As long as you don’t listen to her excessively, nothing detrimental will come of her presence,”

“Okay…” Thomas exhales.

“Her getting too close to Roman is what you really need to worry about,” Virgil grumbles.

“Hey! I thought you guys were past this?”

“Maybe not,”

“Well fine, Virgil, we’ll go if you have such a big problem with us,” Roman sneers, taking your hand and sinking down.

 -

 Over the next few weeks, you and Roman have become best friends. You’ve written approximately 15 musicals together now, sung every single Disney song multiple times, and have brainstormed millions of ideas on how to help Thomas achieve his dreams in the most extravagant way possible.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this obnoxious behavior,” Logan closes his book and slams it on the table. You and Roman are very loudly reenacting Hamilton in his room at the moment, and the noise is filling the entire mind palace.

“They’re just having fun, Logan!” Patton shrugs, playing some Go Fish with Virgil.

“Come on, Patton, you know Roman’s just going to corrupt her,” Virgil groans.

“Now, Virgil, I may have had my doubts before but there’s no need to be mean,”

“I’ve had it,” Logan stands up and stomps over to Roman’s door. “CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR THIRTY MINUTES?!”

With that, no one so much as breathes loudly for the rest of the day.

 -

 It’s probably way past midnight now, but you still can’t sleep. You head to the kitchen to grab a snack, jumping when you see Virgil there as well.

“What are you doing here?” you shriek.

“I could ask you the same thing,”

“I suppose so,” you grin, hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter. “I guess I wouldn’t mind the company,”

“I usually come down here to be alone,”

“Look, I know you hate me, but you could just kindly ask me to leave,”

“I don’t hate you,”

“You don’t?”

“No!” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Are you really so self-absorbed that you think if people aren’t all over you they hate you?”

“Excuse me?” you shoot back. “I’m pretty sure you directly said you didn’t want me around!”

“I did not say that. I said you need to be under control, and teaming up with Roman is not going to help that,”

“What’s wrong with Roman?”

“Can’t you see he’s using you? He only likes you because you’re so similar and you can sing princess songs with him!”

“And how is that bad, exactly?” you retaliate. “He’s the only one who’s been nice to me since I got here, so sorry if my choice in friends isn’t to your standards,”

“It’s just-“

“You know what, Virgil? I really thought we would get along. We both have the capacity for good and evil, and we both help to balance Thomas out. We have a lot more in common than you think,” you slide off the counter and walk out.

 -

 You and Virgil don’t speak for a while after that. Not that you talked a lot before, but that fight really solidified things. You can’t even make eye contact with each other, it’s like you’re not even there.

Roman keeps asking you what’s wrong, but you just shrug him off. How are you supposed to tell him that he’s part of the problem? That maybe if you weren’t so close, Virgil would consider talking to you?

You never meant any harm when you revealed yourself. You really thought you’d be able to get along with all the sides, but it seems that Roman’s the only one who celebrates who you are. Logan barely tolerates you, and that’s only when you’re not being obnoxious with Roman. Patton’s alright with you, but he gets a little jittery if you suggest anything that compromises his morals. And then there’s Virgil, and you know how that’s going.

You don’t really feel like you have to apologize, it’s not in your nature anyway, but you’re sick of having to avoid him all the time now. You need to talk to him again whether he likes it or not.

You swing open the door to his room without knocking and sit on the bed, “Hi,”

“Is privacy just something you don’t understand?”

“It appears so,” you laugh. “Look Virgil, I know you’re mad at me, and honestly I’m mad at you too, but I don’t want to be anymore,” You take a deep breath, “I like you. I wish we had a better start, but I’m willing to start over,”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” you scoot closer to him. “And I told Roman to leave us alone for the rest of the day, so don’t worry about him,”

“You didn’t have to do that,”

“I know I didn’t. But I did. So do you want to hang out or not?”

“I guess so-“ before he can finish, you grab his hand and drag him out of his room to the main area of the mind palace.

“You pick a movie, I’m gonna go steal some of Patton’s cookies,” Virgil watches you, stunned, before flopping on the couch and scrolling through the selection. He starts one as you sit down next to him, handing him some cookies.

“Just want to make sure, you actually want to hang out with me?”

“Yes, Virgil. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked,” you drape a blanket over the two of you and settle in.

As the movie goes on, you subconsciously rest your head on his shoulder. He stiffens immediately and you jerk back up.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-“

“N-no, it’s fine,” he releases his breath. “I’m just…not used to people doing that,”

By the time the movie’s over, you’re fully asleep and Virgil freezes again, unsure what to do. Should he carry you to your room? Leave you here to sleep? Wake you up?

He slowly wraps his arms around your waist and lies down with you, being careful not to make any sudden movements. Despite his efforts, you squirm a bit in your sleep, but thankfully you don’t open your eyes. He fits his chin in the crook of your neck and dozes off himself.

He knows you didn’t have to give him a second chance, but you did. You were right, you weren’t so different after all, and he’ll always be thankful for the opportunity to be something more to you.

[gamergirl929]

Take A Picture It Will Last Longer (I Just Might) (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Okay hear me out... A sonnett imagine where the reader is a new worker for the photography company and the r keeps getting distracted while watching sonnett play but sonnett also get distracted by the r and after a while of CONSTANT flirting one of them makes a move plz and thank u ur amazing

“SONNETT!” Kelley yells, just as a ball smacks into the side of the blonde’s head, her hazel orbs wide as she glances around.  

“Wha...?” She glances around, turning to Kelley who’d just ran up to her.  

“Where’s your head at?” She asks and Emily clears her throat, her eyes darting to where you’re kneeling down on the ground, holding a camera.  

Kelley follows her gaze with a toothy grin.  

“AHHH! I see.” She winks and Sonnett rolls her eyes, giving her a shove.  

Off field, you’re watching the pair with a smile, your cheeks flushed.  

Emily Sonnett had, had her eyes on you for the entire practice, hazel orbs darting your way each and every opportunity they could.  

Honestly, you couldn’t keep your gaze off of her either, it was your first day taking pictures of the USWNT and it was going to be a regular gig, you traveling alongside them to take photos, the photos you yourself had always seen scattered online.  

You glance down at your camera’s screen, giggling when you realize you’d caught the moment the black and white ball had hit the side of Emily’s head on camera.  

Your laughter draws the attention of those nearby, as well as a few players on the field and you cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter.  

On field, Emily is grinning, cheeks red.  

“Awwwwwww.” Kelley pokes her in the cheek and she swats her hand away with a pout.  

“What’s going on here?” Alex walks up with a grin, and Kelley turns to her.  

“Sonnett’s got a crush on the new camera girl.” She bites her tongue between her teeth and Emily rolls her eyes.  

“I do not.” She grumbles as she stomps away, but as she glances out of the corner of her eye and sees you looking her way, she can’t help but blush.  

                                                           ***

It’s time for your first USWNT game, and you couldn’t be more excited.

The fans cheering as the anthems sound on field, you snapping pictures of the team, some singing along, while others, Megan Rapinoe in particular stands for what she believes in.  

You were absolutely giddy when the teams took the field and the game had begun, taking shot after shot of each and every player, catching a few that you knew would catch the public’s eye for sure.  

You turn towards the bench, still staring through your lens when you see a familiar pair of hazel orbs on you.  

Your eyes widen as you glance over the top of your camera, Emily Sonnett still staring your way, eyes wide when she realizes she’s been caught.  

You surprise her by giving her a thumbs up and the woman grins, nudging her teammates beside her, Mal Pugh and Lindsey Horan, the three posing for a photo.  

You take a few snapshots before turning back to the field, sending Emily a wink before you go back to taking pictures, unaware that the blonde’s eyes are still on you, her friends teasing her about her obvious crush on the new photographer.  

                                                           ***

You circle the team in their huddle, the game well over as Vlatko talks with his team.  

You snap a number of memorable shots, and hope they’ll be enough to impress as you move down field, completely unaware that you’re about to slam right in to the woman who’d been plaguing your mind the entire day.  

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath as you run straight into the woman who’d stopped in front of you.  

“I’m so sorr-

You go silent, smiling when you realize the woman standing in front of you is the one and only Emily Sonnett.  

“Uhhh, hi.” Emily shuffles nervously from foot to foot and you grin.  

“Hi.” You bite your bottom lip, your cheeks flushed.  

The two of you stand still, eyeing one another intently before you both nod.  

“Well bye.” You both at the same time, turning and rushing off in opposite directions, Sonnett’s team watching on with wide eyes and confused expressions.  

Lindsey snorts.  

“Ummm, what the hell was that?”  

Ashlyn walks up, her hand in Ali’s.  

“Gay panic?” The blonde asks and Ali nods.  

“Gay panic.”  

“Where’s the gay panic?” Megan asks when she walks up at the couple nods to where Sonnett is running, completely in the opposite direction of the locker room.  

Megan nods.  

“Looks like gay panic to me.”  

Kelley snorts.  

“Better get her before she wanders off and we have to put out an Amber Alert.” Kelley shakes her head cupping her hands around her mouth.

“SONNETT! OUR LOCKER ROOM IS THE OTHER WAY!”

The blonde stops before glancing around, cheeks blood red.  

“I KNEW THAT!”  

                                                           ***

Needless to say, your encounter with Emily a week ago didn’t go exactly as you had planned your first meeting with her would go, so sadly, there was no turning back but you planned on making your second encounter with her a bit better than the first.  

“Uhh, hi.” You whisper, Emily glancing around, still spraying her water into her mouth. When she realizes it’s you she completely forgets about the water, spraying it all over the front of her tank top.  

“Jesus Christ Sonnett.” Kelley whispers to herself, but when you start to laugh, she smiles.  

Emily shakes her head running a palm down her wet shirt.  

“It’s not funny.” She pouts and you shrug.  

“Pretty funny from where I’m standing.”  

Emily crosses her arms across her chest with a pout and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N, sorry I didn’t really uhhh, introduce myself the other day.” You shrug, fidgeting nervously.  

You smile, holding your hand out and Emily grins, dropping her water on the ground in favor of taking your hand in hers.  

“Emily, and yeah I didn’t really introduce myself yesterday either, I was uhhh... Late for a meeting.” She shrugs, taking a step towards you.  

Unfortunately for her, she steps on the water she dropped moments before spraying the bottle’s contents all over the place.  

“Oh my god.” Ashlyn snorts, face palming on field along with the rest of her teammates gathered there.  

“What are we going to do with her?” Mal whispers, but before anyone can answer you start to laugh, a laugh that Emily can’t help but return.  

Tobin grins, crossing her arms across her chest.  

“Nothing, seems like she likes Sonnett just how she is.”  

                                                           ***

It’s in the next game against England when you find you can’t keep your eyes off the defender, who is tearing up the field, letting fans of the USWNT see the side known as Saucy Sonnett.  

You just so happen to get a few pictures of Emily Saucy Sonnett in all her glory, a particular picture of Sonnett sitting on the turf and glaring at a ref, bottom lip protruding has you laughing so hard tears are streaming down your cheeks.  

By the time halftime rolls around you realize that a wide array of your photos are only of Emily Sonnett and your eyes widen, cheeks blood red.  

You clear your throat quick to hide your camera, from whomever may be walking past.  

“Whatcha hiding there?” You hear a voice behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, flipping around to find the one and only Saucy Sonnett standing in front of you.  

“Uhhhh, nothing at all.” You shrug innocently, and Emily’s eyes narrow.  

“I don’t know you’re displaying suspicious behavior.”  

You let out a hum, shrugging.  

“Guess you’ll just have to see when the pictures come out.” You wink and Sonnett’s eyes widen.  

A sudden arm slips around Sonnett’s neck and she’s pulled away in a headlock by Tobin Heath who sends you a grin as she drags the blonde into the tunnel, the woman attempting to wiggle out of her hold the entire way, but to no avail.  

You glance down at your camera with a smirk, biting your bottom lip, contemplating if you should post the picture or not.  

                                                           ***

“OH MY GOD.” Kelley wheezes a few days later as she shoves her phone under Emily’s nose, showing her the photo, you’d taken of her glaring at the ref grumpily.  

Emily’s cheeks flush bright red, her eyes wide.  

“Ohhhh, and look your girlfriend posted it.” Lindsey teases and Emily grumbles.  

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”  

It’s just then you come into view, kneeling down to snap some pictures of the players on the field for practice.

Sonnett jumps to her feet and marches over to you, unbeknownst to you considering your face is hidden behind your camera, but when you do spot her, you grin.  

“Hey.” You grin and Emily huffs, you snicker.  

“I guess you saw my picture.” You wink and the defender pouts.  

“Oh, come on.” You nudge her playfully. “It was cute.”  

Your eyes widen, Sonnett’s following close behind as the two of you glance away from one another, your cheeks flushed pink.  

“What I mean to say is...” You glance away biting your lip, a foreign courage stirring in you before you turn back to the blonde with a smirk.  

“No that’s what I meant to say.” You wink and Emily’s eyes double in size, cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.  

“Sonnett!” Someone calls out and the blonde blinks rapidly, clearing her throat before she glances over her shoulder.  

“Ye-Yeah, that.” She points before turning around and rushing off, back towards her teammates.  

You watch her go with a giggle, grinning when the woman glances over her shoulder to look at you one last time, stumbling over her own feet as she does so.

You shake your head watching as she moves to talk to one of her coaches, her hazel orbs darting your way every few seconds.  

You glance down at your camera, smiling softly as you focus your lens on the blonde, taking a picture of the two of them, though to be honest, you may or may not zoom in to only get Emily into the picture.  

The sunlight hits her just right, her hazel orbs shining almost as bright as her smile when you snap the photo and you glance down at it.  

You swallow hard, cheeks flushing dark red.

This was one photo you’d be sure to save and though you weren’t about to admit it just yet, it wasn’t just because the photo was beautiful, but the woman in the photograph as well.  

                                                           ***

You were mortified, of course they would want the picture of Emily Sonnett you took released, the photo of the blonde’s shining hazel orbs and dazzling smile on full display.  

A minute part of you was hoping that Emily hadn’t seen the photo, but when you saw her Instagram you knew she saw it, considering she was gushing about it and about the photographer who took it, AKA, you. She even went as far as to make it her Instagram's profile picture, displaying your photo to the entire world, a photo you weren’t sure you were ever going to share in the first place.  

“Well if it isn’t my favorite photographer.” You jump at the sound of a familiar voice, putting on a smile when you turn to the hazel eyed blonde with the dazzling smile.  

“Your favorite? That’s a pretty high honor.” You wink and Emily laughs.  

“Well, with you in the running, no one else could stand a chance.” She shrugs and you blush.  

Emily smirks, taking a step closer and your eyes widen.  

“You always take close ups of all the players like that?” She asks and you bite your bottom lip, that foreign courage again swirling in your chest.  

“Only the cute ones.”  

Emily blinks rapidly in surprise, the tips of her ears shifting from pink to red in a matter of seconds. She opens her mouth, but is cut off when someone’s hand settles on her shoulder, the owner of said hand revealing themselves to be Kelley O’Hara moments later.  

“So, this is the person behind that Instagram photo you can’t stop talking about.” Kelley smirks and Emily turns to her eyes wide in horror.  

“What do you mean?” She asks, scoffing dramatically and your brows raise.  

“She means... ‘Oh my god, look at the picture she took of me, isn’t she so talented.’” Lindsey mimics the blonde who rolls her hazel orbs.  

“’Do you think she takes pictures like that of everyone, do you think it means something?’” Mal squeaks and Emily throws her head back with a lengthy growl. 

Suddenly, Alex appears somehow reining in the trio and dragging them towards the bench, towards her other teammates.  

“Carry on.” Alex grins, sending Emily a wink that has her cheeks flushing. She turns back to you, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she digs her heel into the turf.  

“So I was-

Sonnett is suddenly cut off by the sound of a whistle and she throws her head back with a growl, throwing her hands up in the air.  

“CAN I JUST TALK TO THE CUTE GIRL IN PEACE!?” She shouts, stomping towards the bench and her teammates who are watching her with wide eyes, the woman completely leaving you behind in utter shock, cheeks blood red.

“Subtle Sonnett. Subtle.” Kelley shakes her head, patting the woman on the back when she reaches her.  

“Did I just say that out loud?” She asks the USWNT veteran who slowly nods.  

“Yep.”  

                                                           ***

The next time Sonnett approaches you, she’s much stiffer than before, albeit nervous.  

“He-Hey.” She sends you an awkward wave and you grin, moving to your feet from where you were knelt on the sidelines.  

You smile, your own cheeks flushed.  

“Hey stranger.” You wink and Sonnett’s cheeks flush.  

Luckily for the two of you, it was nearly time for the second half to start, leaving just a sliver of time for the two of you to talk.  

“Ho-How’s my favorite photographer?” She stammers and your brows arch.  

“Great now that her favorite defender is here.” You wink and Sonnett blushes bright red. Her tongue slips between the tight line her lips have formed and you bite your bottom lip.  

“Something on your mind?” You ask and Sonnett shrugs.  

“Maybe something...” She mumbles and your brows furrow as you take a step towards her.  

“What’s on your mind?” You ask worriedly and Sonnett takes a deep breath.  

“I was wondering if... Maybe...” Emily shuffles nervously from foot to foot and you cock your head to the side, smiling at the endearing sight.  

You take another step towards her, placing your hand gently on her forearm.  

“You can tell me.” You whisper realizing the blonde’s eyes are as wide as saucers as she stares down at your hand, your thumb running back and forth across the flesh of her arm.  

Goosebumps sprout beneath the pad of your thumb and you smile softly, Y/E/C orbs locking with Emily’s hazel ones.  

Emily opens her mouth, immediately snapping it shut before doing the action again, trying to find the words she’s searching for but unfortunately, she comes up empty.  

Also, unfortunately, she’s waved over by her team, giving you a singular nod before she rushes away, the phantom feel of your palm on her forearm.  

                                                           ***

The game against Sweden is brutal, as per usual some of the tackles to Sonnett sends a shiver down your spine and twisting your stomach in worry.  

Needless to say, you’re relieved when the game ends and everyone, is mostly intact. What you don’t expect however is Emily Sonnett literally bypassing everyone and running towards you. She throws her arms around you, pulling you into a surprise, sweaty hug that you’re more than happy to reciprocate.  

“DOYOUWANTTOGOONADATEWITHME!?” Emily shouts, her words running together like word salad.  

Your brow furrows when you pull back, eyes wide.  

“Come again?” You laugh and Sonnett takes a deep breath, swallowing hard. She’s about to clam up again, but when you boldly tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she finds the words she’s been searching for, for so long.  

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” She asks, nervously fidgeting and you grin, surprising her and yourself by gently taking her hand.  

“I’d love to.” You whisper and the smile that takes up half of Emily’s face is dazzling, her eyes shining as she bites her bottom lip.  

“Uhh... Cool...” She nods, and your brow arches.  

“I’ll uhhh, give you my deets later.” She gives you a thumbs up, backing away slowly.  

You watch her go, the woman throwing a fist in the air before she is even a foot away. She glances over her shoulder, cheeks dark red as she gives you a charming smile.  

You shake your head, your own face split in half by a massive smile.  

You had a date with THE Emily Sonnett, and you couldn’t believe it.

[the-story-of-the-tucks]

Winter blooms (chapter 1)

(Hi! So this is what happens when @davey-in-a-minivan and I talk about possible aus lol. Anyways she made fanart for this au so plz go check it out!! This is an au where Alice works at a flower shop and Alfred works at a coffee shop so uhh enjoy!)

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Alfred has had an interest shift to say the least.

He was late for work which at this point didn’t even surprise his manager, Harold.

Alfred was not great with managing his time and being a pre med student in the middle of finals made it worse.

At this time of the day he tried not to fall asleep in the middle of talking to customers, he was glad that the majority of people who brought coffee this early in the morning where mostly students like him because he didn’t have the energy to deal with Karens today.

“Hi! can i get a Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip”

A melodic voice brought him back to reality and his green eyes met with light brown ones.

He was looking at a brunette girl with her hair in half a ponytail and a beautiful light blue dress and a white apron.

Alfred was too stunned to speak for what felt like either three seconds or an eternity, he finally managed to open his mouth.

“Oh sorry could you repeat,,, everything?” he smiled sheepishly

The girl laughed and Alfred’s heart did somersaults, she repeated the whole order again and he got to annotate it in his notepad.

As Alfred started making the girl’s order he couldn’t help but stare at her, She was fidgeting with her necklace while she watched her coffee being made, she also had the brightest smile he had ever seen, which was odd for someone to be this happy too early in the morning.

“Do I have something in my face?” The girl furrowed her eyebrows in confusion

“No, you look great” Alfred blurted out and immediately blushed. you look great?? god he was so awkward.

He handed the order back to the girl trying to avoid her eyes, she accepted the cup with a smile and started to look in her purse for her wallet.

After a minute of looking, the girl muttered a fuck and placed the cup on the counter

“I forgot my wallet at my job” she admitted “but don’t worry I can leave this here and go get it!”

Alfred softened at that “Hey no it’s fine!” he was gonna get killed for this.

He slowly moved the cup of coffee towards her with a shy smile “It’s on the house”

The girl looked surprised.

“Are you sure? I can just run back and bring the wallet.”

“Yeah! don’t worry about it!”

She sighed in relief. “Thank you so much uhh-” she seemed to realized she didn’t know his name

“Alfred.”

The girl smiled. “Alice.” And with that, she left the coffee shop.

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“You should’ve seen him Tabby! he had the fluffiest hair and a cute dimple in the side of his face and-”

“Alice, you have been rambling about this boy for the past thirty minutes” Tabitha, the flower shop manager and one of Alice’s closest friends complained. “We get it, you’re in love with the barista from starbucks because he gave you free coffee.”

“I’m gonna pay him back!” Alice protested

“Just like you payed me when I bought you chipotle the other day?” Tabitha raised her eyebrows and smirked.

“It was one time!”

Tabby just laughed at Alice’s short temper, it was really easy to get her rilled up for something stupid and she found herself doing it often for her entertainment.

After that the two girls fell into a comfortable silence while both cleaned their respective sides of the flower shop, today they had the luxury of opening a little bit later but they also had to do Angus’ work due to him being MIA since yesterday.

“I’m gonna go back tomorrow,” Alice blurted out suddenly, breaking the tranquility of a quiet morning yet again.

“Oh are you now?” Tabby replied sarcastically, without even looking up from what she was doing.

“I need to pay him back!” Alice tried to justify. “Plus I wanna thank him for being so kind yesterday.”

“Are you sure you’re not going back just because he’s cute?” Tabby threw a little twig playfully at Alice, the former just frowned and flipped her off.

Alice stood up suddenly, grinning like crazy.

“Oh no, I know that look.” Tabby said as she rolled her eyes. “you’re having an idea and it’s probably not going to end well.”

Alice decided to ignore her friend as she sprinted towards the back of the store.

When she came back she was holding a little bouquet of white roses, Tabitha raised her eyebrows at that.

“I could give him these roses,” Alice said, as if it was not obvious, “as a thank you gift.”

“Alice,” Tabby sighed. “Those are one of the most expensive ones.”

“C’mon Tabby,” Alice pleaded. “It’s in the name of love.”

“So now you admit that you like the boy?”

“I- d- I never said that!” Alice blushed again.

“Why would you give flowers to someone you don’t like then?”

“Tabby!” Alice protested, knowing the older girl was just messing with her “please”

Tabatha stayed quiet for a few seconds until she sighed in the end. “Fine, but you better get together with the boy, and this is the first and last time I let you take the merchandise for free.”

They both knew that was not going to be the case.

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Alfred couldn't stop sneezing.

Apparently right before his shift Alice had come looking for him but she didn't realize that his shift hasn't even started yet.

According to Clarissa, his coworker who was working at the moment, she ordered a super complicated coffee and left a gift for The boy who took her order yesterday.

He had been super excited to see what the gift was until he realized with dread what Alice brought him.

A bouquet of White roses.

He prayed his sneezes were quiet enough that no one found out, but after almost dropping another cup of coffee on himself due to an allergy attack Harold had to pull him aside.

‘Are you sick or something, Alfred? You’re scaring the customers away,” He whispered as soon as he was out of earshot from the people in the coffee shop.

“No It’s just allergies, don’t worry about it.” Alfred shrugged.

He was used to telling people that, after all it was a rare occasion when Alfred was not suffering from allergies or a cold. Some days it seemed like his own body hated him.

“What are you even allergic to?”

What was Alfred not allergic to would be a way shorter answer, but he decided to only say what was causing his reaction at the moment.

“Pollen, mostly.”

Harold eyed the vase of roses on the counter, which has certainly not been there yesterday,

then looked back at Alfred and tilted his head in confusion.

“I don’t even want to ask,”’ Harold sighed and started to head into the back to the store but not before turning around and saying, “Just try not to die or scare the customers away.”

“No promises,” Alfred muttered and tried to go back to work without spilling coffee on himself.