#sometimes it's scary and it's nerve-wracking and embarrassing

[teddybeartoji]

wait bc ur so real about being embarrassed to hook up w Toji because sometimes I think in reality… I would be soo overwhelmed taking him. he’s just so big and overpowering I wouldn’t know what to do w myself. As much as I want him I would probably put it off for weeks so I can mentally prepare myself(He would tease endlessly about this..while also getting off to it) but yeah🫣you r not alone in these thoughts.

YOU GET MEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i'd be so so nervous about it too lmao iii actually have a draft of something like this and i really really want to finish it,, it's literally just him and the reader having sex for the first time together and it's not going as well as they'd hoped yk? and toji gets to comfort the reader bc he knows they're just nervous and anxious and that's making them tense up aaand yeah it's just a very very sweet thing i'm liking it a lot so far!!!!!!!!

[qrttt-takk]

Webecca/Rebesker HC's p2

🏷️: SFW, Age Gap, AU where Umbrella doesn't exist, Continuation of S.T.A.R.S

-Rebecca's first day in S.T.A.R.S was in the middle of August. Wesker had heard that Bravo team was receiving a new rookie but could have honestly cared less, he had only made an appearance because he was one of the two captains, it was one of his many responsibilities. A simple introduction and back to dealing with his own team, Alpha and Bravo only collaborated as a whole when there was a "big deal" type of mission and of course those were as rare as blue moons..

It was really nerve-wracking for Rebecca though, fresh out of the academy and she's already hired at the RPD with a whole team, it was a bit disappointing when there were no other girls but she sucked it up and happily made friends with her new co-workers, they made her little puzzles and games so they could all get to know her better

In the middle of her welcome party she was introduced to Wesker, he had come into the office looking already done with it, not one for small talk or unnecessary pleasantries he carried on with the hope to quickly be over and finished

He was utterly intimidating to say the least, her heart was practically beating raw out of her chest as she nervously introduced herself to Alpha team's captain, his handshake was calculated and confident. Compared to Enrico she would have never guessed that they were both on the same level of authority, the contrast between them was drastic, jarring almost..

Enrico of course had noticed her nervousness and quickly joked to ease her, telling her that he isn't as scary as he wants to be. Albert on the other hand pretended but in a way felt terribly weak, the sight of Rebecca, the sound of her meek introduction and her coquettish demeanor made his stomach twist and knot....he felt that it was almost illegal, no, inhuman to even be as cute as she was

She was everything. Soft, clever, ambitious, and humble. Rebecca was a bit naive but she wasn't dumb, she wanted to prove she belonged and work hard to keep her position. The moment Captain Wesker left, Rebecca couldn't help but to ask everyone more about him, he didn't smile once but she didn't mind-- there would be plenty of opportunities for them to talk again

-Courting went just as well as Albert expected, he could only do so much before playing the waiting game. He would request for Ms.Chambers' presence in the RPD lab room and ask for her honest opinions and thoughts regarding new developments in the field medicine the medical team would use...Rebecca felt important and special under his attention and after a while she grew out of her initial shyness, falling into a comfortable rhythm with him where she could talk about almost anything. Either complaining about the lines at Starbucks or having heated debates, if Rebecca had any free time to spare, she would always be happily chatting away with Wesker

-Rebecca was the one to start the relationship, she watched an embarrassing amount of motivational YouTube videos the night prior and asked the big question during lunch break in his office, Albert damn near had a stroke that day (he honestly didn't expect his awkward off and on flirting to actually take effect on her whatsoever) but they officially started dating in early winter ❄️☃️

-Rebecca likes annoying Wesker just because she has the privilege, she's aware there's a good handful of people in the RPD who would want to antagonize the captain without retaliation nor consequences, so it makes it even more fun. Either in his office or out in public, she will bring his hand to her mouth only to nip at his fingers or just headbutt his chest or arms when she's feeling silly

Of course, it does bother Wesker to an extent but he lets it slide since it's admittedly very adorable

Sometimes if she feels really bold, she'll purposefully approach him when he's talking to another co-worker and casually take the sunglasses off his face, she thinks it's really funny when he doesn't seem phased, not sparing her a glance and continuing conversation. Rebecca has done it so often it's become an inside joke within both teams

-She likes indulging his photography hobby and posing as a model, at first she was super camera shy but eventually got eased into it. Rebecca is stunningly photogenic, she's not beautiful like a model but rather like a modern goddess. He has 3 cameras filled with nothing but her, Albert is always buying her lots of cute clothes and costumes despite her protests (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

-Wesker likes to teach Rebecca how to shoot various firearms and often spends hours with her in the shooting range. She's the only other person who he lets handle and shoot his own custom Samurai Edge (which she thought was super cool)

Of course, it's a heavy gun and the recoil is pretty strong for her so it gives him the chance to get behind and guide her correctly. Sometimes his touch lingers for too long or he presses himself too close to her but Rebecca pretends to not notice, she basks in his careful attention and honeyed praise

However, good things come with a price, the price being the eventual headaches she gets from the gunpowder smell..

-He is so utterly possessive it isn't funny. The only place Rebecca can really be alone at is work and even then he's always showing up to visit or asking for her at least 2 times a day. In public he gets antsy if she leaves his sight...Wesker isn't a big fan of PDA but when he wants he's subtle about it, having his hand on Rebecca's waist or pulling her close to himself, it never fails to make her feel even more precious ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

-On the rare occasions Wesker does get jealous, it's when the other rookies are clearly trying to make moves on her....over time he has learned to relax though, he trusts Rebecca and does kinda abuse his position of power sending those poor souls heaps of tedious paperwork

However Rebecca definitely gets 10x more jealous, if she hears or sees others flirting with Wesker she gets upset and ignores him entirely or tells him off with the excuse of how "busy" she is at the moment..

it makes him utterly depressed and he does try his best to make it up to her (个⁠_⁠个⁠)

-Rebecca naturally smells really sweet, whenever she's alone in the vicinity Wesker likes to wrap his arms around her and smell her for a moment, just quietly leaning into her small frame. Her scent strangely soothes him, especially after a long day-- he's considered trying to find a scientific way to bottle it up...

-She is NOT a still sleeper by any means, always tossing and turning at night and hogging all the blankets, Albert doesn't really mind because he sleeps as still as a corpse. Ever since they started dating he has bought a whole bunch of pillows and blankets just for her

-Rebecca loves planning cute little dates for them... theme parks, museum tours, indoor movie nights, Ect. Her love language is definitely quality time whereas Wesker's is both acts of service and gift giving

-She's one of the few people that make him laugh, either by her actions or a joke he can't help dropping the serious attitude and genuinely smiling/laughing at her nonsense, it makes Rebecca strangely proud

-Wesker drives an expensive black SUV with all the windows definitely too tinted for it to be legal, Rebecca drives a small and simple car like a Honda or Nissan. They park next to eachother just because she thinks it's cute

-Her hair is super soft and fluffy meanwhile his is hard and definitely has damage. Whenever they're bathing together she likes washing it, feeling the gel turn into mush and slowly deteriorate. She uses a sweet smelling honey-vanilla shampoo and he uses like head and shoulders or something weird smelling like that

-With Rebecca, Albert has started to indulge in things he normally would judge others for indulging in, like fast food and awful movies/TV shows. They're both on season 6 of The Kardashian's and admittedly he looks forward watching it with her every time she comes over, her reactions and expressions to the dramatic show are even more better to observe

-On the field, Wesker almost always pushes Rebecca to her limits, he's confident in her abilities and wishes to see her believe more in herself. He may come across as stern or harsh but that's how he shows he truly does care and worry about her

-Wesker secretly likes sweets, Rebecca eventually finds out when she catches him in the break room nibbling on a chocolate donut from the box Barry brought for everyone, she giggled like it was the funniest thing on earth. He was a bit embarrassed but she reassured him when she brought homemade brownies the next week

-Compared to him, Rebecca has a significantly bigger social circle so sometimes she gets busy hanging out with friends or simply going out. She doesn't do it often but when she does Albert is always missing her dearly, he tries distracting himself with something productive but his thoughts always wander back to his darling and her wellbeing, he's briefly considered putting a tracker on her phone...

When she eventually does return, he becomes shamelessly clingy, beckoning her to the couch or bed to cuddle until the next day, a request in which Rebecca happily agrees upon 🌅

Hope the 5 fans of this ship enjoyed, I want to incorporate more dark themes in the next part, these sillies are the best (⁠๑��˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)

[jacksdinonuggets]

Little Vaggie needs a babysitter! luckily, Lucifer is there for her.

Vaggie woke up in the big soft bed that she and her partner shared. It was really cozy and warm. She didn’t feel like doing adult things that day. In all honesty, today just felt like a regression day for her.

“Babe, we have to get up,” Charlie tried shaking Vaggies shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” She brought the blankets up to her nose.

“Why not, sweetie?” She asked.

“Not feeling big today…” She admitted shyly under the blankets.

“That’s okay, Vaggie, you can be small today but I can’t look after you. I have errands to run,” She told her.

“What? B- but you always ‘ook after me!” Vaggie objected. What was she going to do? Charlie couldn’t leave her!

“I know, I know…” Charlie tried to calm her little one down. She knew she’d be out for almost the whole day and Vaggie wasn’t exactly comfortable regressing around the other residents. But, someone she did get along with well was her dad.

“Alright, I have an idea. I’m going to call over my dad so he can babysit you, ‘kay?” she told her.

“O-Okay…” Vaggie pouted. Charlie ruffled her messy hair before helping her get changed.

After they finished, Charlie got out her phone and called her dad.

“Y’ello,” He answered.

“Hey, Dad. I was wondering if you could come over in like 5 to 20 minutes to watch over Vaggie for the day? She’s regressed and I don’t want to force her to be big,” She explained the situation to him.

“Sure! I’ll be happy to babysit! See you in 10!” He said before hanging up.

Charlie sighed in relief. She was glad he was so supportive of them. If he wasn’t she wasn’t sure what she’d do. 

As they waited for him, Charlie tried entertaining Vaggie with a couple of stuffed toys. It managed to keep her busy until he arrived.

“Hey, Charlie!” Lucifer appeared in the room in a puff of smoke and glitter. He gave her a hug before kneeling down before Vaggie.

“Heya, little one, I’m going to be babysitting you today. Want some candy?” He pulled out a piece of wrapped chocolate and gave it to her. She gladly took it.

“Dad, she hasn’t had breakfast yet, you can’t give her candy!” Charlie scolded her father.

“Oh right! Sorry, apple pie,” He stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Its okay, you didn’t know. Now, it’s pretty easy, just keep her entertained, fed, and make sure to change her when she needs to be. Sometimes she’ll be pretty embarrassed and won’t tell you, just make sure to check every now and then, alright?” She whispered into his ear. Vaggie had to wear protection because she was pretty out of touch with her bladder when small. It was sort of like a trauma response though since she mainly regressed due to her traumatic experiences during exterminations. Using the big kid bathroom also made her slip out of her small headspace a lot.

“Alrighty, Charlie. Remember, I was around when you were a baby, I can handle this,” He assured her.

“Hmm, okay,” Charlie replied nervously. This was the first time Lucifer would be babysitting Vaggie. Sure, he’d taken care of her every now and then but Vaggie was a lot different.

“Okay, Sweetie, I have to leave now, but my dad’s going to stay here and watch over you. You’ll have tons of fun, I promise,” She kneeled down to the floor where Vaggie was playing.

“I’m gonna miss you…” She mumbled behind her pacifier. 

“Oh, baby, I’ll miss you too,” She gave her a hug before she left the room and hotel.

Now she and Lucifer were alone in their giant bedroom. It was very nerve-wracking for Vaggie since she’s barely regressed around him before. It was scary. Her stomach grumbled which snapped her out of her scared thoughts.

“Looks like someone hungry! I’ll fix something up for you, don’t you worry!” He assured her. He summoned a small, floor chair with a tray attached to it. It was the perfect size for Vaggie. She was embarrassed at first and hesitated but once Lucifer assured her that it was alright and he wouldn’t judge, she crawled in. He set the tray down and made some cut up eggs appear. As he fed her, he noticed how worried and scared she was during the whole thing. She would eat with uncertainty and nervousness. 

Once she was done and full, he took her out of the small seat and set her back in the middle of her mess of toys and books.

“What do you feel like doing?” He asked her. She shrugged, not knowing exactly what she wanted to do.

“How about a story? You want that?” He suggested. She nodded and slowly crawled over to his lap, still worried about being small around him. He smiled and opened the book.

He read about five books before Vaggie got bored. She held a kitty stuffed animal that reminded him of key-key. The stuffed toy was cute and he pet its head when he was done, which made Vaggie giggle a little.

She wanted to play by herself for a while so he sat at the desk, scrolling on his phone and updating Charlie about what was happening. He also made her a sippy cup with some juice in it. 

“T-t’ank you,” She mumbled when he handed it to her. Lucifer lit up. She spoke! That must mean she trusts him! He got so happy that his smile reached all the way up to his eyes.

She drank all the juice so fast that it kind of scared him. Was she that thirsty? Or maybe she just liked the juice.

“You like the juice?” He asked. She nodded happily. Lucifer smiled.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Vaggie did however have a tantrum when he went to change her diaper. She only allowed Charlie and Charlie only to change her but in the end, she ended up getting a fresh, new one on her anyways. 

When Charlie came back, she found that Vaggie had managed to age back up on her own. She was now doing chores around the hotel, trying to make up for the time she’s lost. Lucifer told Charlie about what happened and all the details. She thanked him and the two went their separate ways.

[colourobserver]

Whenever I write something and I have to get to that one scene I don't want to write, but NEEDS to be done and it feels weird or awkward or too cringey to write...sometimes I realise that the character's don't have to be oblivious to the awkwardness. Like sometimes I forget that I can write something however I want. The character could literally be like "God, this is an awkward situation What are you guys doing here?!" or something like that. Because it breaks that barrier of fantasy and makes it more realistic: therefore more enjoyable and engaging. Rather then them just sitting with the tension all the time. Don't get me wrong, tension is great. But sometimes I need a break. I personally get really bad second hand embarrassment from reading literally anything slightly awkward, so just letting the characters have more realistic and outlandish reactions help. Awkwardness is a part of life and sometimes i think we just need to admit it more in writing.

For example, waking up in a hospital bed and having not much memory of what happened except your family just sitting there when you wake up, is awkward! Like we say it's scary and strange and nerve wracking and confusing and annoying to be in a hospital....but what about the awkwardness of being half awake on strong medication and being so vulnerable?

[rabbitindisguise]

Also (as a pep talf for fellow smut writers, and in contrast to the "it's a talent" narrative in fandom sometimes) anyone can learn how to write porn. It's a skill, like any other form of writing. I only got as good as I did by writing a lot of it. There's no mystical sex skills from being cool and sexy hidden in me, I'm ace and have no flirtation skills to speak of. (Though you can also learn how to flirt, but that's a different post.)

I just like. Applied the same skills used to try and make people who read it cry (angst) and/or scared (scary stories). It's the same thing. It might not work for everyone precisely but it's not something to give up on if you really want to write good sex scenes. I understand it can be embarrassing or make the "I'm bearing my soul on the page" moments extra nerve-wracking, but even if you are- it's completely indistinguishable from the people writing purely on the basis of what a character would like.

[socialc1imb]

see, im not scared of you I just have social anxiety and a fear of rejection 👍 to me, the hurricane fam is more intimidating than scary bc i think you guys are way cooler than i am so I wind up not talking much on here bc I don’t want to embarrass myself so it’s more of a me problem than an everyone else problem; like I know i shouldn’t be spooked by you but here i am using anon bc the thought of turning if off is legitimately nerve-wracking so uh yeah you guys are fine im just being stupid 👍👍👍

Youre not being stupid!!! >:0 be nice to yourself!!! Sometimes that's how brains work and that is okay!!!

mwah <3

[geekyglimpses-nest]

Hello fanfic community 👋🏽✨

I'll come clean, I might or might've not taken a few glasses of wine before I actually wrote this to gather some courage because finally doing this has been such a f*cking nerve wracking experience, that I couldn't actually make myself do it sober. So here I go...

First of all I'd like to introduce myself to you (you may also check my bio for a shorter intro, this one will be a bit more specific and extend) P.S, English is not my first language so if I make mistakes, be patient with me, I'm only human and I'm a very easy to break human.

My name is Eli (she/her) but on this platform my artistic name is geekyglimpses-nest (I'll explain more about this later on). Very early in my life I always found so much comfort and peace within the fanfic community because as a professional daydreamer (and also a girl with ADHD) I constantly catch myself creating fictional scenarios about my favorite movies, series, songs and books, because sometimes the content that is given to me isn't enough to feed the monster of imaginations in me, and also because I tend to overfixiate a lot over the things I love, like literally I can spend hours talking about the shit I love, so because of this I will always-till the day I die- defend and protect the fanfiction community, because it gave me so much when I was going through rough days and shit like that, and it still does, and I want other people to find that place and love they need in here, like I did.

Like a lot of fanfic readers, I started as a 13 year old Wattpad reader and something I can say about that period in my life as a reader is, I'm still scared about my library when I go back to look at what I used to read, not very proud of some of the content I read (contradictory? Maybe) but seriously some of those are actually scary for the 22 year old woman of today that is writing this, the content of some of those reads is concerning to feminism. Then, at 15 I moved here, to Tumblr, but I didn't felt I was finding what I was looking for so I went back to Wattpad again, not so shortly after I stopped reading fanfiction completely because, like a lot of you might understand, I got embarrassed because people continuously laughed about fanfic readers and writers, now looking back I think is so stupid. I think we all have the right to like what we like without feeling embarrassed or being bullied (that doesn't harm others of course)

I do acknowledge that most of the content in wattpad I use to read is not okay anymore to me because it's plagued with so much twisted shit about what being a woman in a man's gaze is, femininity, sex, our bodies, body shamming, slut shamming and so much more I could talk about that is so wrong, I can even say that some of those stories fucked me up so bad and it took a lot of therapy and healing for me to realize that those definitions were so wrong. But I can't forget that there were other stories, that I still go back to, that give so much comfort, peace and understanding.

So about three or four years ago I came back to the fanfiction community here on Tumblr, and through this community I also found AO3, which to me, is a completely different roller coaster, I feel like to be able to read stuff on that platform you have to have reached a whole other level of maturity to appreciate the delicate and exquisite taste of those writers (I'll also dwell on that later, cause this introduction is being longer that I'd like) On the time I spend away from the fanfiction community I was able to educate myself in other genres and styles of writing and literature, which one would think would push me away from this community, but it didn't It was actually one of the reasons I came back. I'd missed it so much, I missed the feeling I felt when reading a good fucking fanfiction story. And also I never stopped daydreaming and creating fake scenarios about my favorite visual, writing or sound stories, it actually just kept growing to a point where I needed somewhere to express all of the imagination and craziness that lives rent-free in my brain. So I just started writing for myself, to calm those impulses to see-in some way-what I daydreamed about all time, I thought: "Yes that'll do it, that'll fix all my problems and I'll be able to live a peaceful life" HAHAHA how wrong I was. And then I started reading about how other writers felt the same and how much it actually helped to put their work out there and so here we are now... Me trying to see if I can find a group of people/community that want to kick their feet and giggle with me about our fanfiction and also find a place where to store and keep my ideas and imagination (please be kind to me, if not I will cry)

Shit... It's been this long and I haven't even finished introducing myself... Sorry I tend to do that, I start wanting to talk about something and I end up in a completely different place.

Like I was saying, I'm a 22 year old mexican feminist woman, who's studying and working to be a film producer, writer and director. I'm also an artist who's really struggling to succeed and make a name for herself in an almost completely man dominated industry in a very misogynistic country (I'll also talk about that later on, please remind me) I love reading all types of genres, my favorite fanfictions are almost entirely marvel or star wars related, I just can't resist myself (I'll be more specific about this one too) I love movies, specially good 90's or early 2000's romcom's but my tastes are not limited to that, I love music from the 70's till the 90's. I'm a woman that likes to fight for what I stand for and my beliefs with sword and shield. I also struggle with depression, anxiety, POS and ADHD. I cry a lot and I can laugh a lot. I consider myself to be an extremely sensible and empathetic soul, which is why the current state of this world breaks me every day I pick up the phone. But I also try to make the best out of the worst and just live for what makes me happy and brings joy into my life. I'm also a firm believer of live your life and let others live their life, nobody asked for your incredibly homophobic, fatphobic, transphobic, capitalist, ignorant, white opinion, thank u, if you're that person please kindly see yourself out of my profile.

Anyway... I think I'll leave it at that for the moment, if I remember something important about me that should know I'll update this post.

With love, geekyglimpses-nest out.

See u in the next post.

[charcadett]

Indirect Kiss Headcanons (Gender neutral reader)

Characters: Rika, Larry, Hassel, and a certain endgame spoiler character I’ll put under cut

If there’s one thing I love more than casual intimacy, it’s the most agonizing mutual pining you can imagine. I also enjoy hyperbole. This was supposed to be a simple headcanons post until I get a better grasp on the characters, but I got kind of carried away, oops-

Side note: Don’t put too much thought into the AI Turo one, because I sure didn’t put in a lot of thought into whatever AU that happened with his scenario. I just think robot man is cool and I’d like to hold his hand.

Rika

- Rika isn’t one to get flustered by an indirect kiss, though she would absolutely take the opportunity to tease you. It’s her love language.

- The two of you enjoy spending your breaks together. Even if you aren’t talking, wandering side by side through the streets of Mesagoza as you enjoy a comfortable silence, is a wonderful way to relax and stretch your legs. With the sprawling city in front of you, with its beautiful architecture and blue skies, it’s easier to keep yourself focused on your surroundings, and not your unfairly attractive coworker. If only by a small margin.

- After finishing your lunch, Rika insisted on buying dessert. Twirling two lollipops between her fingers, she smiled as she let you take your pick. One was strawberry-flavored, while the other was green apple. You plucked your favorite before Rika had a chance to snatch it herself.

- “Seriously? That one’s my favorite.” Her tone was light and her smile was lopsided. You tried not to think about how much it made your heart race.

- She popped hers in her mouth in tandem with you, humming contentedly as you enjoyed the rest of your break. Checking your watch, your heart sinks just a little. Five more minutes and your time with Rika is over. Sure, you'd only be a few feet from each other, and there was always tomorrow, but that’s beside the point. Sometimes, you wished you could tease her as much as she teased you.

- “Can I try yours?” You asked, mouth moving faster than your brain. Rika’s eyebrows shot up for only a second – you can’t help but feel a swell of pride, your confidence boosting more than you’d like to admit – before her lips twitched into her usual grin.

- “Sure, as long as I can try yours.”

- You traded, and you purposefully brushed your hand against hers as her finger slid across the back of your hand. Trying to keep your breath steady, you stared into her eyes as you sucked on the candy. It was embarrassing how much your hands shook as she met your gaze.

- “Taste good?”

- “I think this one’s better than mine.”

- Rika blushed at that. You win.

Larry

- Like Rika, Larry isn’t someone who’d get flustered over an indirect kiss. Unlike Rika, he just wouldn’t notice in the first place.

- Starting a new job had always been a bit nerve-wracking. It was new people, a new building, a new region, everything was brand new and scary. Except for the work. The work was always the same, and that was the one and only thing you appreciated about it.

- You still hadn’t gotten to know your coworkers, through no fault of theirs. Everyone had been incredibly welcoming to you. It was your own awkwardness that had been your downfall. Each time someone approached, you could feel your palms sweat and your breath catch in your throat. Sentences tangled together in your mouth until all you could respond with was one or two words.

- It definitely was not the best recipe for a successful social life.

- One fateful day, you’d forgotten your lunch at home and had resigned yourself to spending the rest of the day hungry. That was, until, your coworker overheard a particularly loud (and embarrassing) growl from your stomach and offered to buy you lunch.

- You recalled seeing him around, though, for the life of you, you couldn’t remember his name. He wasn’t remarkable, and he certainly didn’t stand out among his coworkers, with his simple suit and plain expression. Even his voice was flat. But you weren’t one to judge, and you were rather hungry, so you agreed.

- It was a quiet lunch. He didn’t talk much, which you were thankful for because that meant you didn’t have to stumble your way through a conversation for an hour. The food was good. Very good even. You managed to get an almost unnoticeable smile after you told him. When you got back to work, you parted ways with a simple nod.

- That night was spent sleepless, of course, as all nights following a social interaction were spent. Were you weird? Did he notice when you accidentally dribbled food onto the front of your shirt? These were totally normal things to worry about. It wasn’t until the next day when he offered to buy you lunch again did you stop agonizing over any made-up faux pas you could have committed.

- That was where you found yourself now. One month later, sitting next to him at the Treasure Eatery in Medali, desperately trying to figure out what his name was. He’d invited you to lunch every day, and paid for it every time without fail. Even when you offered. You couldn’t ask for his name at this point. It'd been too long.

- Even after a month of eating together, the conversation between the two of you never got more lively. Sometimes he would recommend a particular dish and light up a bit (or as much as he could) when you took his suggestion. Otherwise, it was silent. And comfortable. Probably the most comfortable you’ve ever found yourself with someone. When you did manage to talk, he listened, and when you wanted to be silent, he never pushed. It was nice.

- “What, uh, what kind of drink is that?” You fidgeted with the napkin in your lap. “It looks good.”

- “It’s raspberry tea.” He slid the glass over to you. “Do you want to try?”

- You nodded and tried not to sweat as he watched you, waiting for your reaction. The fruity tang of raspberry mixed well with the bitterness of the tea, and you found yourself grinning.

- “Woah, it’s good!”

- “You should get it next time.”

- The lady behind the counter laughed loudly as she grinned at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Larry share his food with anyone. You must be a very special friend, huh?”

- You clapped your hands together in a silent cheer. “Oh! Larry! That’s your name!”

- Too caught up in your humiliation, you didn’t catch any more of the Treasure Eatery’s chef’s teasing remarks, nor Larry’s blush. Despite this, you found yourself more embarrassed upon realizing that you shared an indirect kiss with Larry rather than how far you managed to shove your foot in your mouth. That embarrassment was stored away for tomorrow night.

Hassel

- Hassel not only wears his heart on his sleeve but strikes me as a hopeless romantic. Of course, he’d get flustered over an indirect kiss.

- Working at Uva Academy was a gift you never wanted to give up. It wasn’t a job as respectable as a teacher or nurse, janitorial work was as gross as it was unforgiving. While at a few of your previous workplaces, you found your coworkers had a tendency to look down on you, things were very different at Uva Academy. Both teachers and students talked to you on level ground – even the director, Clavell, spoke to you personally a few times – and not just to ask you to clean up whatever horror show happened in the bathroom. It was a nice change

- Out of everyone, you found yourself drawn to Hassel the most. At first, you found him intimidating. Not only was he tall, with a deep voice that seemed to fill the room, but his eyes were a deep, piercing yellow. You hadn’t expected him to be an art teacher, nor did you expect how passionate he was, not just about art, but teaching in general.

- The way he choked back tears when a student showed him some of their artwork. How each piece, no matter the skill, was displayed equally and with lavish praise. You found yourself sitting in a few of his classes in between spills, to which he welcomed you readily, and you found yourself enraptured. Art had never been your forte, but maybe it would have been if you had a teacher like Hassel.

- Over time, you started to feel ridiculous for finding him intimidating in the first place. The man wore a mini-cape and his teaching assistant was the esteemed “Professor Gible.” How you could ever have been nervous around him in the first place was entirely lost on you.

- As time went on, you spoke to him more and more. You visited him between classes to see anything new the students had made, and he sought you out while you cleaned after hours to wax philosophical. Not that you minded. You enjoyed the company. Hassel was someone you admired. Not just for his passion, but his mind. He was someone who could talk for hours, and you’d find yourself listening intently every second.

- With the winter, came dry skin. You knew it was bad and didn't help at all, but you found yourself licking your lips every few seconds. Only for them to get more chapped. Great. The bell rang, and your smile widened as students poured into the hall. You knew exactly who would have chapstick and wouldn’t mind sharing.

- “Hey, Hassel!” You poked your head into his classroom with a wave. Hassel glanced up from his desk to hit you with a grin so bright, you almost had to squint.

- “Ah, [Name]! I was just about to find you.”

- Leaving your mop and bucket at the door, you jogged into his classroom. Hassel opened his mouth, likely to begin one of his rather endearing monologues, and you cut him off. You didn’t like to, but you’d be here for hours once he got started. “Before you tell me, do you have any chapstick I can borrow? I forgot mine at home.”

- Hassel froze, which you found odd. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t find it uncomfortable?”

- “Of course not. I mean, we’re friends, right,” You trailed off, and leaned against a nearby table to keep your feet from shuffling. “Does it bother you? I don’t want to overstep.”

- “No, no anything to help a friend.” You relaxed at his confirmation of your friendship. It was out of character to get insecure over something so small, what was wrong with you? Gratefully, you took the chapstick from him and relished in cool relief. Damn, winter and its tendency to dry you out like jerky.

- Hassel’s gaze jumped from your lips then to the ceiling, and then to the wall. He cleared his throat, adams's apple bobbing. “You should see this wonderful portrait one of the students did of Professor Gible while he was Terastillized today….”

- It took three months to discover the students had betting pool on how long it would take the two of you to date. Only two more days to discover the contributions of the other faculty members. Only Clavell wins.

AI Turo

- As much as the professor’s memories are a part of AI Turo, I feel like the more sentimental and emotional aspects were an afterthought. Would AI Turo know what an indirect kiss is? Probably. Would he be able to connect that that’s the cause of feeling flustered? Probably not.

- Professor Turo came out of the Great Crater, half Terastillized and oddly enough, glitching. Or at least that was what you knew. You suspected the real secret to his return would only be known to the quartet of kids that followed him out, Director Clavell, and himself. Even your knowledge was a bit greater than everyone else’s, no one else seemed to know about the Terastillized or glitchy part on the news. Being a night owl seemed to have perks in the most unexpected of places.

- You eventually found out one of the kids was his son, Arven, who seemed to make it his sole purpose to avoid Turo no matter the cost. Not that it was hard. Professor Turo kept mostly to himself despite the fascination and curiosity that surrounded him. When he wasn’t in the dorm he was provided, he was in Clavell’s office, and when he wasn’t there, you could find him looking miserably down at an aged violet book in his lap.

- Eventually, because one can’t mope forever, the Professor began doing guest lectures at the Academy. Though you suspected it was at Clavell’s request, as the days went on, he seemed to enjoy it. His steps were lighter, his expression easier, and he didn’t stare at that book as miserably as he used to. Although, there was a good bit of misery still there.

- You really thought you were being discreet while you watched him. He only caught you a few times, and being the assistant Battle Studies teacher with Dendra, you thought yourself pretty fast around corners. It wasn’t weird, you were only curious! Anyone would be. It wasn’t until Professor Turo showed up as a guest to one of the advanced classes that you were confronted by just how conspicuous you were.

- “You are the person who has been watching me.” He was blunt, and you wished your body’s instinctual reaction to being caught wasn’t to blush so red, it was almost like you glowed.

- “That wasn’t me,” You denied too fast, with your voice far too high to be believed.

- Before Turo could respond, Dendra started class with an exuberant ‘Osu!’ and his attention was pulled elsewhere. There was something strange about him, which you would usually chalk up to him being a professor or his time in the Great Crater. The science types always had a tendency to lean toward eccentricity. Turo, however, went a step beyond that. There was an almost robotic quality to the way he moved and talked. As soon as class began, he hyper-focused on the task at hand. He performed calculations of a move's power within seconds, which again, could simply be a ‘professor thing’ but all things considering you doubted it.

- After class, while Dendra was preoccupied answering some last-minute questions, Turo made his way over to you. Oh. That was why you found him so strange. He didn’t blink.

- “Now we can return to our previous conversation. I recognize you.”

- “I have no idea what you’re t-” You were cut off by a young student running in a full sprint from the schoolyard into the halls. Without thinking you grabbed the whistle around Turo’s neck, unintentionally yanking him closer to you, and blew out a loud warning trill. “No running in the hall! I saw that!”

- When you pulled away, he seemed a bit dazed. His eyes unfocused, blue light shining behind them. “That felt strange. What was that?”

- You steamrolled past his question into your own. “No clue. Are you a robot? You’re totally a robot.”

[proship-selfship]

feels weird becoming more and more proship whilst like .. literally all of my friends are hardcore antis (also weird using the word hardcore? i just mean they're very intense about it and defo not gonna change). i hate hiding stuff from them but i also know they would hate me forever if i told them :/

i think i might make another blog, probably for my self ship stuff cus i feel embarrassed having it on main but also cus i'd like to be able to have opinions w/o being like "is this too far? are they gonna ping me on discord like 'explain yourself, this is fucked up' and what would i even say? 'oh yeah no i just have opinions you consider morally reprehensible. nothing to worry about lol'" and i know they probably won't even see the one vaguely proship post i rb out of however many i rb in a day but it's still nerve-wracking. a bunch of people in a discord server im in are like. they get really vitriolic & violent and kinda scary whenever proshippers come up, i think someone there actually got. i think suspended from instagram? cus they were being so violent towards proshippers and it's just. insane to me that anyone could be okay with saying that sort of stuff especially about another actual person?? idk.

this was longer than i thought it'd be .-. thank you for listening though :}

ok so. i made a proship blog (not even explicitly proship literally just a blog where i'll rb proship stuff sometimes) and now i'm weirdly on edge talking to my friends cus i think they'll Know and then. y'know, be antis about it. defo my own issues, my friends would not stalk me online but it is not a fun feeling ;-;

...I think you need better friends, Anon. Yikes.

[thefanficmonster]

Inky Memories

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Drug Use (Past), Domestic Violence (Past), Shoplifting (Past)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Tattoos can reveal a lot about a person. What will Y/N’s tattoos, which she has kept hidden for so long, reveal to Corpse? Will it change anything between them?

Requested by Anon. If you’re reading this you know who you are 😊 Thank you for the request, hope you like what I did with it. Sorry if I made it too angsty! And my most sincere apologies for publishing it so late. Enjoy XOXO ❤

“Guys, come on now! I’m not hiding anything!“ I laugh, looking up from the comments to the camera, “You know how much I hate being embarrassed! Believe me when I say these tattoos are EMBERRASSING. I got them while I was either drunk or in my emo phase and I’m not too proud of them.“

I’m currently doing an Instagram live Q&A session that I scheduled last week. I do one every month and it’s my favorite way of connecting with my audience. An hour of chill lo-fi and questions and answers. I get really excited every time I schedule the session. My fans are such amazing people and they are all so supportive, funny, intelligent...I could go on and on about their positive qualities. One thing I’m not too fond of is their persistent curiosity. Here’s why.

Yesterday, while streaming, I got an unexpected pain in my forearm. Instinctively, I lifted my shirt sleeve to see what was wrong, flashing a few tattoos at my viewers in the process. I’ve never mentioned my tattoos to my audience, not even my boyfriend, actually, so to have this much attention on them so suddenly makes me want to hide them even more. People started commenting on them during the stream and I tried to dodge the majority of the questions, but I knew they would be inevitable during the Q&A. If the session hadn’t been scheduled for like a week at that point I maybe would’ve postponed it until the dust settled. 

“I have several. Not only on my arm.“ I only answer these vague questions. I avoid the ones that are asking details like what is depicted with the tattoos and what’s their meaning, bla, bla, bla.

Here’s the thing. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen at this shady alley tattoo shop and I’ve been obsessed with tattoos since. I made a deal with myself to get at least one every year.

Needless to say, I’m twenty years old and have almost the same number of tattoos. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ashamed of them. And I lied when I said they were embarrassing. I am quite happy with them, the way they look, at least. Each of them represent something different. Unfortunately, they are representative of some dark and depressing times. Times I want only the fewest of few people to know about.

“Yes, he’s here. You can’t see him, but he’s waving. He says hi.“ Corpse is the perfect distraction. My viewers love him just as much - maybe more - as they love me. 

He knows how easily I get overwhelmed by the attention and pressure of thousands of eyes on me and whenever I’m having a hard time while streaming all he has to do is walk in my recording room and just say the most random thing. Recently, his go-to phrase has been ‘Chicken wing’ and it always cracks up both me and my viewers.

Speaking of Corpse, him and I have been dating for over a year now. We moved in together a month or two before quarantine was officially a thing so we have been together 24/7. It’s scary how many things you can pick up on when you spend so much time with someone. That, of course, means he has noticed some of my tattoos. He has asked me about them, like why I cover them up and why am I so secretive about them and I’ve always been vague and indirect with my answers. He’s the sweetest and most patient person ever, so he has never pressed me with the questions, but I’m still hoping to gain the courage to reveal them to him someday.

“Thanks for tuning in, guys! See you tomorrow for my regular stream and next month for a chill hang out like this one. Love you, stay safe. Mwah!“ And with that the live video is done and I can finally breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Now we can order dinner“ I smile at Corpse who is chilling on the couch in my recording room. He looks up from his phone screen, returning my smile. “Were you recording a Behind The Scenes again?“

He does that often, not only with my Instagram lives but sometimes my streams as well. That’s actually how we revealed our relationship to our fanbases. 

He nods, “Yeah.” He pauses for a second, switching to a sitting position with his feet touching the floor. We’re almost at eye-level now. His arms snake around my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. I take the hint and settle in his lap, my legs on either side of him. “I admire how well you handled the pressure back there. I know how you feel about that topic.”

The small bit of anxiety that has started spreading throughout my chest disappears. He has that calming effect on me. Like my own personal safety blanket that’s with me at all times. “I wouldn’t have handled it so well if you weren’t here with me.” I say as I run a hand through his hair, moving a few stray curls away from his gorgeous eyes.

He shakes his head, making the strands fall back over his eyes, “It has nothing to do with me, Y/N. You are simply an amazing person, that’s all.“ His cold hand cups my burning red cheek, leaning my head down so our foreheads are touching. “Nothing could change my mind about it.“

That sentence causes a small pang in my chest. I feel like a manipulator. I’ve led this man to fall in love with me without knowing the past versions. I realize it’s incredibly manipulative of me to reveal my dark aspects only after we’re head over heels for one another, but I can live with it. If it were up to me, he’d never have to know. He would never have to find out that I’m not the amazing person he thinks I am. I have been broken countless times before and all my pieces are just glued in place. Not all of them are where they’re supposed to be and some of them are on the verge of breaking off. Just like a mirror. You can put all the pieces together but not only will you see the cracks, the shards can fall at any moment. 

My tattoos are to me as the cracks are to the mirror - evidence of my fragility and the many falls and breaks I’ve had throughout my life.

“Are you sure about that?“ I whisper, trying my hardest to engrave every detail of this moment in my mind because, after what I’m about to do, I’m afraid we might never be like this again.

The softness of his curls, his scent, his warmth, the way he makes me feel. I can hardly believe I’m risking losing all of that, but I owe him the truth.

I feel him nod against my forehead. I tense up and pull away so I can look him in the eyes. It’s hard for me to maintain eye contact especially when I’m fighting back tears. I can’t even say I’m about to lose him. I’m about to let him go. It’s up to him if he stays or decides that he deserves better.

No backing out, Y/N.

I grab the hem of my sweater and lift it up, revealing the many ink drawings on my skin. I discard the sweater on the floor, leaving me in only my bra meaning all my tattoos are on display. Not exactly all, I have some on my legs as well, but these are some of the most important ones. The ones which reveal most about who I used to be.

Corpse takes my hands, tilting my arms so he can take a better look at the tattoos that go from my wrists to the bend of my arm. His thumbs caress the tattoo on each of my wrists. “This one... “ I nod to my left wrist, “I got on my friend’s birthday. We both did. They’re matching.“ The tattoo depicts a heart with a keyhole. “She got the key.“

“I thought I had the key.“ He says, smirking up at me.

“You do now.“ I feel the pang again but this time it doesn’t go away. It’s a constant pain - a constant fear. Being scared of something inevitable is the most nerve-wracking feeling. It makes you feel small, helpless, like you’re standing aside watching your life be controlled by a force you can’t see.

Before he can break me even more, I go on, nodding to my upper arm, a little below my shoulder where there’s a rope tattoo that bends around my arm, its ends connecting in a bow, “I got this one after my shoulder healed.”

His brows furrow in concern as he tilts my head for me to look at him, “Healed from what?”

Here we go. Let the cat out of the bag. “Um....well...” I instinctively reach up to touch my shoulder, running my fingertips over the inked rope. “My dad wasn’t a very nice guy.”

I can pinpoint the second his heart breaks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I know it will kill me, so I just continue, moving onto the one on my other wrist where the word ‘Shadow’ is written in cursive writing, “This was my nickname in my friend group. I was the only one to never get caught shoplifting.”

The tears are gonna start rolling at any moment so I deliver the final blow, moving onto the most traumatic event, aka the tattoo on my collarbone of a heartbeat turning into a dead line and kicking up again, “This one I got after I woke up from my almost overdose.”

As if on cue, a tear falls from my eye onto his hand that’s still holding mine. My voice remains still, to my surprise, but I know it won’t be long before it too gives and breaks. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to see any sympathy or that look like he doesn’t recognize me. I feel like I’ve let both myself and him down.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?“ he asks me in a whisper. He sounds almost hurt. “You know you can tell me anything.“

I see another tear fall, “I know. I just...didn’t want you to think any less of me.“

Again, he lifts my head so he can look me straight in the eyes. He knows how much I struggle with eye contact and how much I hate crying in front of people, he knows how vulnerable I feel when someone’s looking me in the eyes or when someone sees me cry. He also knows that he’s the only exception to that rule. He knows I never feel out of place when he’s around. 

“Think less of you? Babe, you’re a fighter like no other. You picked you life back up. You did all that on your own. You’re a warrior, Y/N.“

I smile through the tears which are now ones of joy instead of fear and dread. “I was a dumb teenager, Corpse. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to get a thrill and feel something other than pain. I know I went about it the wrong way but...” he gives my hand an encouraging squeeze, “And you’re wrong, I didn’t do it all on my own.” I release his hand so I can cup his cheek. His hand comes up to cover mine as I swipe my thumb on his cheekbone, “I met you a month after I left the hospital. The rest you know. I moved to a less druggie populated part of town and I repaired my relationship with my aunt. All that time, I was balancing between the need to relapse and the will to stay alive. After I met you, that balancing act was no longer a balancing act at all. I didn’t even think about my past anymore. I was more focused on what I could be. On what I have to be to deserve to have you by my side.” 

“You will always have me on your side, Y/N. Even when you don’t want or need me there.“ With both his hands holding mine he leans forward, connecting our lips. It’s a short kiss laced with nothing but love and adoration. 

As we lay on the couch, him asking about each individual tattoo I didn’t get to tell him about, everything just seems a lot easier. Like a big area that was previously dark has suddenly turned into the brightest point of our relationship.

“I need to get that key tattooed. It’s only appropriate.“ He says, his finger tracing the heart on my wrist.

“Or an ownership deal for it. That heart’s yours, you know.“ I laugh, lifting my arm to inspect the oldest painting on my body, “It’s your favorite one?”

“No.” he shakes his head, “This is my favorite one.” he leans down and kisses the heartbeat on my collar bone. “I’m so glad it started beating again.”

“I am too.“

@susceptible-but-siriusexual  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @hacker-ghost  @itsminniekat  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus

[theglitterypages]

Can I ask for 9 with Levi Ackerman

Darling, You Already Did

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader Modern AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000+

9.“I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you.”

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You were silently reading a book in the library, trying to pass some time before you go home. As you find interesting phrases from the book, you took your notebook out of your bag and write the lines that amazed you but you stopped writing when someone sat across from you.

A man with black hair and intimidating gray eyes looked at you intensely, sure, he is intimidating but you bravely stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

But when he remained silent, you grew impatient. “What do you need?” you asked, brows furrowed as you play with your pen.

“I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you.”

You giggled quietly covering your mouth as he smirked at you, “Levi...we've been dating for two years. You're still doing this?” you asked him, amused of how he'll always find a way to reenact how he asked you out accidentally.

Flashback

“Look! Just approach Levi, my friend who's one of the student council told me that Levi likes someone from our class. I'm pretty sure it's you, remember what happened on that party? Where he told the creepy dudes to fuck off when they tried hitting on you?”

Hanji is so talkative and you want to cover her mouth using your hands to stop her from spitting nonsense, there's no way the great Levi Ackerman, the Mr-Oh-So-Perfect will like you, a girl who almost live inside the library.

As you space out, Hanji took the opportunity to push you towards Levi and when you looked back to glare at her she's already gone, you sighed and you've decided that you'll just go home but some dudes who just finished their PE class accidentally pushed you, you closed your eyes and wait for the impact but you felt strong arms around your waist keeping you from falling.

“I—I'm sorry!” you apologized, standing on your feet and lowering your head to apologize to Levi who's looking at you so blankly, damn those gray eyes.

There was no response at all. He just stood there looking at you from head to toe, his brows sometimes meet as he took a glance on your whole.

“H-Hey did I...did I hurt you? I'm sorry...”

“No, I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you.”

Your jaw literally dropped on the floor and you even heard gasps from the students around you two.

“What did you just say?” you asked, still can't believe what you just heard.

Levi on the other hand blinked for numerous times as the tip of his ears get red because of embarrassment. When he realized what he did, he cussed underneath his breath as he massaged the bridge of his nose, “I fuckin' said it out loud goddamit.” Levi knew that at that moment he fucked up, so the only way to save himself from embarrassment is to talk and clarify things.

“Sorry, can we talk somewhere...private?”

You wanted to punch your chest to stop your heart from beating so fast, you suddebly hiccupped and Levi frowned, he took you by the hand and dragged you somewhere private, inside the student council's room.

He handed you a bottled water and you hesitated to take it, “Drink it, it will help stop the hiccups. Also try holding your breath for a short time, it'll stop in no time. Let's talk once you're done.” he told you after seeing that you hesitated to take the bottled water from him.

You shyly sipped onto it and you even turned your back on him, shy to show your face.

Levi smirked at himself astonished of your attitude, he finds it endearing, it's one of the things he noticed the first time he saw you. He saw lots if girls, he's pretty popular if he'll be honest but none of those girls who's been desperately trying to get his attention succeed.

But the moment he saw you with Hanji at the school's gym, wearing your PE uniform he knew he was doomed. Your shy smiles is etched on his mind and your cute little giggles played over and over his head for a long time. Your little gestures didn't help either, the way you chew the insides of your cheeks as you feel too surrounded by people was way too adorable for Levi, the small blushes whenever someone you don't know is talking to you was amusing and alluring.

He loves how feminine you are and he stopped himself from admiring you, from wanting you because he's afraid that he might break you. No matter how Erwin insisted that there's a big possibility that he can win your heart, he hesitated, he held himself back because he doesn't want to pick the most beautiful flower from the garden just for it to wither in his possession.

Your hiccups stopped and you looked at Levi as you play with your fingers and avoiding eye contacts. His presence is intimidating, the way he stares at you is nerve wracking the room's temperature dropped and yku shivered underneath his gaze.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I don't have any...” you answered quietly, still avoiding his piercing gaze.

Levi tilted his head as he realized that he's scaring you, he thinks that you probably see him as a lion trapping his prey on his den.

“Do I look scary?”

“N-NO! NO!” you answered waving your hands frantically.

“What do you think of me?” Levi took a step forward and you stepped backwards, cussing mentally after feeling yourself hit the wall. Levi got you, you're wrapped around his fingers right now.

“Sorry b-but...”

“Stop biting your lips for goodness sake, I'm trying to do this in the right way.”

“What do you mean?”

Levi smirked to himself looking straight into your eyes as he ran his tongue in his lower lips, you're so clueless, too innocent, too lovely and you looked so fragile as he pinned you on the wall. “You're making this hard for me but I have no time to play baby, I just want you to answer me yes or no. Would you like to go out on a date with me?” he asked as he stood straight removing his palm on the walls.

“But w-why? If Hanji asked you to do this p-please I—”

“Yes or No. If you answer anything other than that I'll kiss you till both our lips bled and darling as much as I love to be gentle with you I can't do that if you're seducing me like this.”

You immediately covered your mouth using your hands and Levi chuckled, before leaning in and the next thing you knew you felt his lips on the back of your hand.

“Let me take care of you, I'll be a good boyfriend darling just say yes and I'll be yours...”

End of Flashback

“Pick-up lines doesn't work on you though, you only answered when I had you cornered." Levi smirked as he stood up to sit beside you, looking at your notebooks with a teasing smile, “Don't insult my handwriting Levi I swear—” you threatened him, pointing your fingers at him accusingly.

He shook his head before opening his mouth and you gasped when he took your finger in his mouth, he let it go with a small pop and you hit his arms. “You're gross!” you whispered yell, looking around to see if anyone saw him do that.

“Wow, says the woman who uses her mouth to—”

“Fuck you."

“Darling, you already did.”

A/N: SORRY IF IT TOOK ME SO LONG BESTIE😭😭 I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream reaction: You having a similar personality to Jeno’s

Mark:

mark is STRESSED AF

therefore he needs a relaxed and calming presence in his life

enter: you

your calm nature can deal with him perfectly when he’s running on three hours sleep per week

‘YN WHERES MY PHONE?!’ mark screaming at full volume when you’re literally standing next to him

‘in your back pocket.’ you reply gently

mark calms down just by hearing your voice

when he’s freaking out on tour, the boys just get you on the phone and he’s ok

he would never tell you (cause he would die of embarrassment if he did) but he has a short recording of your voice telling him to breath and that it’s all gonna be okay

he listens to it whenever he misses you

you’re like a walking piece of home for him

Renjun:

he’s a calm person too so i think that when you are both in chill moods there’s often a comfortable silence between the two of you

if not

then it’s chaos

probably appreciates your playful side the most

enjoys arguing with you over stupid things at 3 am

like whether starfish have thoughts

or if crabs dream

i think you two would fit in such an unexpected way that it would be surprisingly perfect

underneath it all there’s such a deep level of understanding for the other person

it’s kinda scary how easily you two get each other

the kind of relationship where you can have silent conversations with each other

this scares the dreamies out of their wits

‘WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING?’ - chaos continues

Jeno:

the most CHILL relationship ever

he will absolutely love the fact that you are so similar

will find it less stressful and nerve wracking in the early stages of the relationship

will encourage you to step out of your comfort zone more and vice versa

eternally grateful that you know the right way to approach him when he’s nervous about something and that you never push him when he says no

he may find himself talking about you without realising it

you’re always on his mind in some way

may sometimes get too chill so you have to make sure that you two aren’t just avoiding topics cause it’s not a problem at that point in time

things can sometimes get left to the last minute with you two

but i feel like jeno’s really honest so if you ask him properly he’ll talk about it with you

at the end of the day its probably really important to him that his s/o understand him well so being similar to him reassures him of that fact

Donghyuck:

teases you to no end - the boy is ruthless

will probably recycle his daily jabs at jeno and use them on you

rolls his eyes teasingly whenever you make a joke

will still laugh at them though because he loves you cue jeno complaining cause hyuck never laughs at his jokes 

but

he doesn’t mention it but he really appreciates how you always keep an eye on him

he is worked to the bone so needs someone to care for him emotionally

finds you really relaxing to be around

prefers just your quiet presence to any words

when playing games he wants you close

like really close

like sitting on his lap while he plays close

it always helps him relax after a long day

as long as he can feel you there, he’s okay

Jaemin:

are you kidding me

the boy is already whipped out of his mind for jeno

he would LOVE IT

would probably fall in love with you 10x faster than normal

he takes care of you physically (cooking for and coddling you) and you take care of him emotionally (watching over him and making sure he’s relaxing well)

together you make an absolute dream team

he’s a lot more obvious about his love than you are

but appreciates every small thing you do

knows what the little things mean to you so never underestimates them

is the BEST at bringing you outside of your comfort zone

probably has a list of things to try with you on his phone

will spend every free second with you if he possibly can

just make sure not to push jeno out nomin must still thrive

Chenle:

the main thing he loves about you is your loyalty

he knows that it’s difficult with him as an idol

he works a lot, tours often and then there’s the media and crazy fans

he thanks his lucky stars that he’s found someone as patient and loyal as you

you’re honest enough with him to tell him when you need him

and he doesn’t waste a second before coming over

like jeno, you’re always on his mind in some way

if the boys are ordering takeout, he gets your favourite and sends it over

if out walking, grabs something he thinks you’d like

something funny happens at practice, you’re the first person to know

on tour in another country and walking through a park, you can expect a bunch of flowers on your doorstep within the next 48 hours

doesn’t know how to tell you how much he loves you so he shows you

actions speak much louder than words with chenle

Jisung:

he get aggressively coddled and dramatically loved by NCT all day every day

probably really appreciates your quiet kind of love

loves that he knows you love him without you spending everyday screaming it at him

likes having you around because you radiate calm to him

asks you to come to all the dance practices

or recording sessions when he’s nervous

you just have a way of rationalising his thoughts

doesn’t need you to tell him everyday how you feel

just needs you to show him that you’re on his side

he never doubts you

probably trusts your judgement more than anyone else in the world

likes your slightly protective nature too

even though he enjoys a break, he’s still used to being looked after so always notices your hand around his arm or his waist

will always send you a smile or kiss you on the head as a response

[solomonish]

longtime listener (solomon x reader)

“Hi, uh, I’m a longtime listener, first time caller. Is it just me, or are we two halves of the same soul?”

It felt like the late night talk show was made for you specifically….and you know what? Maybe it was.

ao3 link: here!

3 a.m. It was 3 a.m. in this nowhere town of yours, the summer crickets screaming loud enough to become a steady thrum in the back of your mind. This insomniac routine had gone on long enough that your bedroom light was not off. You had gone past the empty attempts at counting sheep, spent countless hours relaxing your muscles from head to toe, everything. The orange bottle of melatonin mocked you each time you opened your medicine cabinet, half-full of pills that didn’t do a damn thing for you. Now, surrounded entirely by trees and the sounds of nature keeping you company, you had taken to merely entertaining yourself in the hours of the night when you should be asleep.

If idle hands bored you in the daylight, it was even worse at night. The cover of darkness seemed to bring with it a blanket over your mind, insulating your thoughts with slowly creeping dread and loneliness the longer you allowed yourself to stew. Scattered across your house were projects in varying degrees of completion: a crochet granny square half-completed, a needle still stuck in a loop lying on the small table beside your couch. Sad as it is, it is still better off than the elephant who’s box was opened and instructions spread out, but too indecipherable to a novice like you. On your desk lay scattered coloring book pages and paint-by-numbers, even an adhesive jewel coloring activity that was far too expensive for the one page, delivered by a man who’s baseball hat brim never revealed his face. It was the first unfamiliar face you had seen in a while, even though you technically hadn’t seen it at all.

A small stack of books that you tried to read stared at you from your dresser, begging you to open them again as if the words wouldn’t blur together immediately. Beside them sat your radio, an old thing that you hadn’t touched in years before your sleepless nights came to plague you. Most of the time, static veiled the music that you expected to be playing, even though you could catch slivers of familiar lyrics between the fuzzy noises. The only station you could seem to get was a talk show.

Unlike other radio shows you had heard, this one was uninterrupted by music or, like the other stations, static. There were no guests either, as all you ever heard was one voice. It was a calm voice with a playful lilt, neither too deep nor too high. To you, it was the kind of voice that seemed to pull you in a trance, as if it knew exactly which senses to numb until you were pliable to the way the sound crashed into you. If you hadn’t been having these sleepless bouts, you could probably fall asleep to his voice.

The topic of the show was lost on you. Sometimes, if you listened real close, you could hear the man talk about old urban legends or strange, magical creatures. Other times, he was murmuring about spells and recommending potion recipes. More often than not, though, you spent your time in a stupor, not listening to the yarns he was spinning. Instead, it was as if his voice pulled your spirit out of your body and led you down a path of memories lost to time.

Such an idea seemed scary, but...it was comforting, honestly, and maybe the little bit of rest you needed to prevent your body from crashing throughout the day.

With the voice in the backdrop, you found yourself going on wild adventures you felt like you lived but could not actually remember. Sometimes, you found yourself on the edge of a rocky outcrop on the coast, stormy clouds above warning you to turn away from the ocean as the ebb of the tide beckoned you closer. You could feel the salt in the wind brushing against your mist-soaked cheeks, your hair limp and wet but still blowing wildly around you. Others, you could feel the thick moss sink under your weight as you traipsed through a nameless bog, searching for a vivid, unnaturally colored mushroom you knew you had seen before but could not name. You could even see, on occasion, a dark land lit by multi-colored lanterns, a decrepit manor filled with seven rambunctious figures you thought you remembered fondly.

Then, just before the sun started to peer above the horizon, you were brought back to your body and the voice signed off, almost affectionately. The room around you, bathed in the light purple of an early dawn, almost seemed to shimmer until the sun broke the spell.

It was baffling, but you couldn’t exactly share the experience with anyone without them thinking that you were crazy. Besides, it all seemed too intimate to share, and the selfish part of you thought it’d be best to keep these moments tucked away.

As you settled in the swivel chair with the radio static in the background, aimlessly fiddling with the threads on your old shirt, you began to feel nerves bundling in your stomach. Though you couldn’t quite explain why, it seemed as if something was about to change. You eyed the radio nervously, listening to the static that would soon give way to the voice.

After a few more nerve-wracking moments, the static subsided and the relaxing, smooth voice started to poke through. There was no introduction music and he was starting to come through mid-sentence, but you already leaned back, convinced that whatever he was saying was true. The two of you were on the same wavelength, after all.

He droned on for longer than you remembered him taking, and you remain - frustratingly enough - with your body and painfully aware of the world around you. You can actually hear what he’s talking about - something about coincidences, fate, reincarnation - the stuff of a pre-teen branching into philosophical thought. You can feel your interest waning, and you even debate turning the channel and slipping back into your old attempts at falling asleep when he says something of interest.

“...and if it’s alright with you, I’ll open the line for any callers. I’ll wait for you. Whenever you’re ready.”

You froze. What? That wasn’t how this type of show was supposed to go. You had never heard him even speak about anybody else specifically, let along open up his world to anybody who was listening. The thought scared you in a weird way, the kind of fear that you were sure should only be felt in prehistoric times, an almost primal fear of invasion.

Reaching beside you, you grabbed your phone and dialed. You didn’t remember him saying the number to call, but you already knew it. You must have, because before you know it, you’re bringing the phone up to your ear.

For just a moment, as the phone in your ear rings but nothing changes on the radio.Like a child whose schoolyard crush just rejected them, you feel like a fool - until you hear a click, and the voice that greets you matches the one you’ve been listening to for endless nights.

Your voice doesn’t come through on the radio, a fact that both relieves and confuses you. Faintly, you can tell that your heart rate has picked up and your breathing has gotten shallower. The nerves from a few minutes ago pick up again. Gracelessly, you manage to stammer out a nervous, “H-hi…” while your brain catches up with the rest of your body.

“Hello, MC,” he responds, his smooth voice erasing all the bumps in your own introduction. You wonder how he knows your name, but decide to focus on how nice it sounds on his tongue. “What is it that you wish to learn tonight?”

That you’re talking to me. Me, and only me, is what your brain wants to say. Istead, your eyes dart around the room for a less...needy response. “I, uh- gosh, this is embarrassing, but I don’t think I caught your name.”

He hummed. You couldn’t tell if you were hearing his voice over the radio or the phone, but you could only hear him once - the rest of the world had been turned down to silence. “Perhaps you haven’t, in this life.”

In this life. For a moment, you swore you could see a familiar smirk in the darkest corner of your mind, one slim finger pressed against sly lips in a gesture to keep your secrets to yourself. Your face felt warmer than it had ever been, but your chest felt hollow, like you were grasping vaguely for something just out of reach.

“I didn’t mean to forget, Solomon.” The name felt right leaving your mouth, and now that you had said it, you wanted to repeat it over and over. On the other end of the line, Solomon seemed as pleased as you did.

“As long as you remember now.”

Honestly, what were you to say to that? Simply talking, really talking to Solomon had your breath robbed from your lungs. If you looked down, you could see your hands shaking, and you worried your voice might start trembling if you spoke too soon. The longer you let the silence linger, the colder you felt inside, an empty chill filling the space where something you briefly realized was torn from you should be. Whatever it was, talking to Solomon thawed you out, and you feared hanging up on him now would freeze you solid.

So you swallowed thickly and hesitantly spoke. “Do you ever dream about the ocean, Solomon?” You just wanted to say his name again.

“Who says those are dreams? Maybe they’re memories.��� And surely he was right, because there was no way a simple dream could leave such a potent taste of salt in your mouth.

The way he spoke to you felt so familiar, almost safe and welcoming. Even if your conversation was only just beginning, you had the distinct sensation that you were picking up where you left off with an old companion, falling into an easy rhythm you used to find solace in. At the same time, you couldn’t shake the fact that you knew nothing about Solomon, and that this phone call was telling you that tonight was his last broadcast.

“Do you have memories of the ocean?” Your voice was breathy, and you had to catch yourself just before reciting his name a third time. What was your fascination with it? Perhaps you were trying to call out to him, to keep his attention on you. Maybe you were hoping to summon him back to you. You supposed it didn’t matter in the end, anyway.

“Yes. Not all of them are fond, though. Some parts are.”

You could practically see the way his mouth turned down at the corners, a practiced display of displeasure. He always managed to express himself without giving away too much information - he was the type of person where you knew he was upset, but you could never begin to fathom why. That’s what everyone else thought, but you were the exception. You could watch his face fall and know what he was thinking. You would be the one to lift his spirits again, once upon a time. That, you remembered. Could you ever forget?

The silence that stretched between you didn’t feel like something that needed filled. It was a language all its own, a space where you could hear the other speak without anything being said. This, you realized, is what it felt like to be so perfectly in tune with someone, to understand them completely, better than you knew yourself.

But how could you know Solomon so intimately when this was your first time speaking to him?

No...no, it wasn’t. You’ve known Solomon for longer than you’ve been alive.

“Which memories are fond?”

He didn’t answer the question. He didn’t need to. He was thinking of you in lifetimes you just learned had already come to pass.

“Are you still on air?” You asked, your voice soft and uneven. As if awaiting horrible, surprising news, you brought your free hand to your mouth and bated your breath. The world around you had come to a standstill as you awaited his answer - even turning yourself mindlessly in your chair seemed wrong, but you couldn’t force yourself to reach out with your foot and stop.

The chuckle you received was rich, velvety, and it sounded much closer and clearer than a man talking to you through a phone. “Who’s to say I was ever on air to begin with?”

Your face warmed, and you gasped. Despite the ominous words, something in your chest told you that you could trust him, that this was meant to be. All at once, the sounds of the world came back to you. The crickets were chirping, the katydids screaming, frogs calling out to one another in their summer song. From a distance away, a sudden low rumble sounded as something made impact with the ground, sending a light shockwave that shook the old branches above you and sent exhilarating chills down your spine. A shocking cloud of purple light, glimmering like all the stars in the galaxy came down to visit you, caught your attention through your window. You should be scared. You really should be, but you weren’t. You felt like the late-night bus just arrived to take you home.

Once you were out of your trance, you brought the phone back to your ear. The line had been quiet since you started asking your questions, but you could tell Solomon was still there. You didn’t need to tell him that you were back - he already knew.

“Why…?” You had no idea what you were asking about, but you did so with a hint of anticipation in your voice. This was the moment you had been waiting for all your life, but you only just realized you’d been waiting. His answer made your heart flip the way it used to.

“I was merely looking for you, my love.”

[bouncyballcitadel]

Chapter 6 Messages!

Sorry for being super late on this, but here’s a compilation of all the messages I’ve gotten about Chapter 6. Thank you so much for sending these in--I love you all very much! :)

Under the cut to prevent it from being a giant block of text lol

I have an online exam in an hour and playing the updated game really help me relax well sort of since that surgery scene kinda makes me nervous like holy shit Anyway the update is AHMAZING! I really love it(♡ω♡ ) ~♪

Hehe, I’m glad I managed to capture (even if just a little bit) how nerve-wracking surgery can be…especially when something goes wrong. Hope your exam went well!

Ho dear lord, the update was amazing to much adrenaline for me 😭 thank you so much bouncy for your hard work !

HAHA, what’s Citadel without your heart pounding every chapter (from drama or from the ROs)?

Hi!! I love the new update! I was wondering if it’s impossible to be on time to surgery with Dr. Grey if we eat with Jean? I tried not even asking Jean anything and I was still late lol

Unfortunately, if you decide to eat with Jean you’ll always be late to the surgery. Just wanted to capture some of the very real trade-offs in medicine hehe

me, having to reload a save every time i answer a question incorrectly or do the wrong thing during the surgery: ah shit, here we go again 🧍

Even Dr. Grey and Vic aren’t immune to time travel hehe

Hello! Chapter 6 is AMAZING we love the surprise drop and I think I"m in love with everyone in this game. Small potential error report? When talking to Eli at the vending machine, it reads "She expression is so gentle". Okay thank you

Ah, thank you for sending me the error! Will fix this in the Chapter 6 soft update. 

oh my god that chapter !!! I don't remember the last time I was so immersed in a story. somehow i didn't mess up (sure twice or thrice it was pure luck with guesswork but shh) other than uhhh passing out bc who needs nutrition (the moment with Eli was worth it) ...... making mistakes on my second playthrough on purpose made me feel so bad for my poor second MC the poor guy has a pure heart but embarrassed himself so badly (at least HE didn't pass out tho....)

LOL! I love how you played your two MCs completely differently haha! At least Vic gave you orange juice if you passed out. 

Really enjoyed the new chapter! Specially the Uhmm walking on pins and needles around Vic and *twirls hair* eyeing their biceps and Yk faceplanting at the end of surgery 😣 but is okay because I know big scary attending isn’t that scary. Those big strong arms *will* cradle (1) overworked intern one day. Also as someone who knows zilch of medicine, the surgery stuff was fun play through!

Yay, I’m glad you enjoyed the surgery sequence! One of my goals was to balance between keeping it medically realistic but also engaging to the reader. And, yes, Vic…as Marsha said in Chapter 6, “Big, bad chief. I see right through you.” ;) 

Ok just now playing that Eli / Davy tension and it is *chefs kiss*. MC ready to board the workspouse train and Eli having their lil texting anxiety? Author you are evil 😌 also I the player haven’t chosen a first route yet so my MC is just the biggest hoe rn, anyone in scrubs will be pined and flirted with, and I kinda love it 😆

Tbh, that’s me whenever I play a choice game so you have my full support. Lol, sneaking in little jealous Eli tidbits is one of my favorite parts of writing Citadel. ;)

Where were Vic's big strong arms to catch me when I passed the fuck out? Also, damn you for making me pay attention? I'm a speed reader so I miss little details like ages and stuff.

-cackles- 

Unfortunately, Vic’s big strong arms were busy sowing up Ms. Lin’s abdomen, but maybe one day, eh?

What kinda weak sauce intern are we? Huh? You skip lunch and just drink coffee for breakfast and then pass out? Punk bitch. I haven't eaten in two days and I only feel a little like I'm gonna pass out. I could beat MC in a fight confirmed. (/j)

LMAO, please nourish yourself. Bwahaha, probably my favorite option in the “try not to pass out sequence” is “summon all willpower and force yourself not to pass out.” It’s hilarious when that doesn’t work. 

me eying the mental health bar like 🙃

This will become very relevant in Case 3…

does mc faint in the surgery room specifically because they didn’t eat enough or do they faint no matter what? if it’s the former, will the mc’s eating habits continue to be noted throughout the game or was it just a one time thing? i really enjoy that taking care of yourself, and consequently not doing so, has an actual impact on the character and story, if that’s the case

The MC will faint or not faint depending on how many “snack points” you rack up (hint: you have to make very specific decisions to get enough snack points, sometimes at the expense of other stats in the game). This will probably be a one time thing, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be little stat checks like this in the future that might have major consequences on your reputation. ;)  

[happyandticklish]

Idk if you’ve already done this, but do u have any headcanons about the gangsey group and if they’re sensitive and such, and if so where? Love ur blog xx

Aw, thank you! <3 I would love to write some headcannons! I believe I’ve done a couple for Gansey before right here.

The Gangsey:

-Gansey:

. I figured I’d start here because his name is right there in the title. 

. Okay, so Gansey is one of those people who’s deathly ticklish but doesn’t seem like it at first. He’s really good at hiding/suppressing it, so most people just assume he’s not (his friends know the truth of course). 

. His worst spots are his neck, knees, and stomach. His laugh starts off as this startled huffy chuckle, before slowly turning into this combination of wild, crazed laughter that makes everyone around him melt. 

. Loves being tickled because of this physical closeness of it all. My boy is hella touch-starved, and doesn’t know how to handle any kind of attention. Teases will destroy him because he just doesn’t know how to respond to it and will turn into this blushing, stammering mess. 

. More of a lee than a ler, except when it comes to Ronan because the latter is a little shit and needs to be put in his place. He’ll also tickle Blue on occasion, but the consequences are scary so he tends to refrain. 

-Adam:

. Not as ticklish as most people would assume, but he has a couple spots that get him going. 

. His ribs and knees are death spots, and if you do any combination of the two he is not held responsible for his actions. 

. Didn’t really know how to handle being tickled at first. Gansey ended up poking him in the side once jokingly and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Gansey of course immediately apologized and Adam assured him it was fine about a million time, his face burning all the while. 

. Tickling made him feel weak at first, as it was just one more way that he was out of control. After a while though, he begins to feel comfortable enough for soft gentle tickles and eventually more intense stuff, though he still can’t do too much at a time. 

. Doesn’t mind tickling on the whole. He doesn’t hate it, but it can get super unbearable at times and the others have to be careful not to push boundaries with him. 

. As a ler he is fucking terrifying. 

. He knows everyone’s spots because he’s eerily good at observing others, as well as whatever method flusters them most. His main victim is Ronan, though he’ll wreck the others on occasion if they need it, even Blue though he’s gotten kicked multiple times. 

. Doesn’t actually tickle Gansey that much, even though he knows the other likes it. There’s something strangely nerve-wracking about the concept of wrecking Perfect Gansey. He’ll risk it on occasion, however, and each time the sight of Gansey genuinely laughing and pleading makes him have a near heart attack. 

-Ronan:

. One of the few of them that doesn’t actually deny being ticklish or the fact that he enjoys it. Ronan’s creed is honesty and he holds to it even in situations like these. He doesn’t openly admit it, but he won’t contradict anyone if they say something. 

. The small of his back is weirdly sensitive and Adam teases him with it all the time. Tracing swirling shapes with his nails over the spot will make him melt and he’ll let out these pure giggles that Adam is addicted to. 

. Other than that, his thighs, feet, and underarms are his worst. Adam loves to sneak up behind him and taser him, usually leading to the other choking on a repressed snort before glaring at the other. His thighs being sensitive can become difficult in more intimate circumstances, though sometimes Adam will take advantage of this and just pepper kisses over his thighs until he’s a flushed, writhing mess of laughter. 

. The tickle monster to boot. Has no sense of self-preservation and will destroy everyone regardless of consequences. Pins Gansey down all the time and goes to town on his stomach and sides. He has this look he’ll get right beforehand and Gansey’s eyes will widen as he starts scrambling backwards and protesting, “No, wait, hold, Ronan-” 

. Often will just straight up pick up Noah and dig into his ribs and stomach, leaving the other a squirming, giggling mess instantly. 

. Adam and him hold constant tickle fights, and if Ronan ever gets the upper hand, hoo boy... He loves to tease him with these soft, gentle tickles that drive Adam absolutely insane, all the while commenting on how beautiful he looks like this (Adam insists he hates it, but Ronan knows the truth). 

-Noah:

. Possibly the most ticklish person on earth, god help this boy. 

. Has this boisterous laugh that’s such a change from his normally drawn-back personality, and for a moment they’re able to see the Noah from before, high energy and full of joy. 

. Literally ticklish everywhere, but his worst spot would have to be his hips. Scratching your nails lightly over the spot is unfair and he cannot handle it for the life of him. But if you dig your thumbs into the dip of the bone and press in, he’ll lose his shit, shrieking and arching back against whatever surface he’s on, desperately trying to get your hands away. 

. Loves tickling, being tickled, tickling others, just everything about it. Will openly admit to people that he loves it and and it always flusters the others how easily he can just say it. Asks for tickles often, though he does have to be restrained often as he is just too sensitive to hold still. 

. A strange phenomenon they discovered is that his ghostly qualities actually make him less ticklish than he was in life, but if Blue’s in the room than it’s amplified. So if any of them ever needs to wreck them they make sure she’s in the room. And if she’s the one tickling him? God have mercy on his soul. 

. Alternatively, if his body is less corporeal it makes his fingers feel like cold feathers against your skin and tickles like a motherfucker. Ronan, out of curiosity, had him try on himself once and it was almost scary how ticklish that simple touch was. 

. A super playful ler, he’s constantly poking his friend’s sides and scribbling fingers over the backs of their necks on a near daily basis. He just loves seeing his friends smiling and happy (have I mentioned that I love him???).

-Blue:

. Her greatest accomplishment has been convincing everyone in her life that she’s not ticklish and that all breaks down when she meets the Raven Boys. 

. Adam is the first to discover it when they’re dating, but was too shy at the time to initiate anything. Gansey is the second to figure it out, and is much bolder in his further investigations. As they all quickly discover however, Blue is dangerous when tickled and you will get obtain physical harm if you attempt it.

. Generally speaking, she doesn’t like tickling all that much, though she’ll tolerate it from a Gansey on occasion. 

. Has an adorable little giggle that she is super embarrassed of and Gansey loves. Her worst spots are her hips, ribs, and sides. Basically, her entire upper torso. She’ll snort if you tweak her sides suddenly, as all members of the Gangsey have confirmed by this point. 

. A tiny but vicious ler. No mercy from this munchkin. She takes constant advantage of Gansey’s sensitivity, and there’s rarely a peaceful moment between the two ever since she found out about it. Most of their make-out sessions (post the Raven King, of course) are filled with at least a giggle or two because Blue cannot keep her hands to herself—but then again, who could when their boyfriend has such cute reactions?

. Discovered Adam was ticklish also while they were dating and loved to tease him about it. Once Adam and Ronan began dating, she made sure to pass this information on. 

. Noah is one of the few people that she’ll actually get into tickle fights with, as there’s something so addicting about the comfort of his presence and his infectious smiles. Loves to grab him from behind and ruin him with tickly hugs, and will even let him tickle her back on occasion. 

. Her and Ronan have a truce—Blue doesn’t tickle him, he doesn’t tickle her. But if one of them ever does build up the confidence and initiates something, it is war. Adam still gets shivers thinking about their last tickle fight. 

I hope you enjoyed these! Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Neurodiverse and mentally ill and general fuck ableism headcanons here they are take em

Deku

Autism and anxiety for sure

Canon stimming and info dumping

Social interaction is hhhh nerve wracking

Just as scary as villain fights

Practices facial expressions in the mirror

Uhhhjjh yea autistic kid

Probably chronic pain and ptsd

You can’t just break your bones that often and not have them decide to be in pain sometimes

Getting bullied for like,, his whole childhood probably wasn’t good for the ol’ mental stability

Bakugo

Idk there’s a lot going on here

Superiority and later inferiority complex

Trust issues

Maybe bpd?? Idk

Stop yelling at people, they want to be your friend

Probably intermittent explosive disorder

Some sorta panic disorder

You can’t tell me that he didn’t have a huge fuckin panic attack after that training thing where Deku and Uraraka technically won but Bakugo beat the shit out of him

Survivors guilt

Probably depression

Ptsd

Gets nightmares about being grabbed from behind or being trapped

Horrible claustrophobia

Can easily get panic attacks from it

So yea,,, get therapy

Todoroki

✨complex ptsd✨

Depression

Dissociates a lot

Like a lot

I mean dissociates whenever he trains so that’s like most of his time at UA

Autism

Social cues? Never seen them in his life

Going to the dorms and just being like “wait, I can be myself?? What is this??”

He doesn’t have them a lot, but his meltdowns are really bad

A lot of discreet but harmful stims (scratching, chewing, grinding his teeth, digging his nails in stuff, etc.)

Tried to do visual stims to stop his unhealthy stims but it didn’t really work

At the dorms, he discovered the joy of hand flapping

He constantly gets his friends to lay on top of him

Either sleeps for 2 hours or 14 no in between

Abstract nightmares of his fire dad? Like every other night

Watched Beastars and instantly gained a growling stim (this isn’t me projecting what are you talking about)

He’s super embarrassed about it

So yea... everyone in 1A needs therapy

Edit: I forgot that Bakugo is deaf and Todoroki is blind in his left eye!! But uuhhj ok bye