#yumeship fanfic

[amethiosspouse]

「 ✦ Love Language ✦ 」

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Synopsis: Amethio learning Tagalog just so that he can sing Filo love songs to Mari <3

Tags/Warnings: For plot reasons, please pretend a Tagalog course is available on Doduolingo, Amethio and Mari’s relationship in this fic is at an awkward point (transitioning from just puppy crushes to a full on committed relationship), Mari goes by he/him pronouns in this fic

A/N: There's translations at the end of the fic. Any sentence with an asterik* on it will have translations!

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Word Count: 1203

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Amethio was ready to snap his Rotom Phone in half. Yet another question wrong and another heart lost. The young man was learning Tagalog for the past three months and yet the only word he was able to remember was “Mabuhay!” and it wasn’t even from the stupid Doduolingo app itself. He had never put this much effort into someone he loved before, mainly because the concept of love itself was foreign to his nature, but it wasn’t until he finally succumbed to his feelings for his lifelong sweetheart that Amethio truly knew what it meant to love someone from the depths of his heart.

And this was how he was going to show that form of love, by learning Mari’s native language and singing a song in said language. All was fine until it dawned on him that he couldn’t utter a single coherent sentence in Tagalog. He had been blinded by the thought of impressing Mari so much that he wasn't even able to understand the basics of the language he was learning. At first, he was considering to approach Kisma to learn the basics of the language. It was a solid idea because it meant that during his study session with the older guy, he would be able to see his darling. So why didn’t he take the offer? Because poor little Amethio was and always will be a stubborn and prideful man. Plus reaching out to a man he barely knew would be quite the suspicious move, especially if you considered the fact that said man was Mari’s older brother. So in his defense, Amethio never had another option other than to learn the language by himself…

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After losing his last heart to another basic question, Amethio threw his head back in exasperation and groaned as if a million Copperajah’s just trampled over him, causing bystanders in the hall to eye him with telltale looks. He shot them bitter glares to which they all looked away, before getting back to the task at hand.

He could easily spend another 350 gems to replenish his hearts…or he could just spend $10 for unlimited hearts to keep on learning. With that, he made up his mind. Just as Amethio was about to fork away his credit card details to a viridian vireo, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Can I help you?” Amethio craned his neck to look up at the figure behind him, blinking.

It was Kisma. The man who Amethio could only describe as his savior at that very moment in his life. The older man stared Amethio down, his taller frame towered over the shorter male. He leaned down a bit just so that he was able to reach Amethio’s ear height and began to speak in a low and teasing tone. “So you’re the one who’s turned my sibling into a lovestruck schoolboy.” He quickly took a glance at Amethio’s Rotom Phone, a devilish smirk spreaded on his face. “Oh ho ho! What do we have here, Mr Loverman?” Kisma teases. He gave Amethio a teasing smirk before he turned to walk away but just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks and spoke again, this time in a more friendly and inviting manner. “I’ll swing by the student council meeting room after you guys are finished and I’ll pick you up. Mari doesn’t get home until around dinner time during Tuesdays.” And so, that’s how it began. Every Tuesday afternoon after his student council meetings, Amethio would spend his afternoons being tutored by Kisma in secret. He didn’t expect him to be both an excellent teacher and listener, but all things were in the fate of Arceus. During that time, Amethio also learned how to play the guitar just for Mari. He was finally getting somewhere in terms of his progress in learning how to court his lover the traditional way and it only took him less than a month to learn the song and how to pronounce the lyrics properly all while being able to keep it a secret from his beloved.

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Then came the day of judgment. Amethio took Mari out to a safe and secluded area where the two were able to have some time alone without a certain purple, dual typed prankster getting in the way of these rare moments they shared. As the sun began to set behind the mountain range, the last of its rays shone on the two lovers, leaving a golden, sun kissed hue to the scenery unfolding. Amethio took the wooden instrument out of his case and began to serenade his lover to his heart’s content, his voice laced with nothing but pure love and dedication. All those long, tiresome and sleepless nights clearly paid off for Mari was left in complete awe. Never in a million years did he think that someone loved him that much to not only learn his native language but to also sing a song as well. As he finished singing, he gently cupped Mari’s cheeks. His long, slender fingers gently caressed their tanned skin.

“Ano na ngayon? Hinde mo ba ako bibigyan ng halik?* He spoke in a teasing manner. Mari gave him a light shove before he crossed his arms and huffed and pouted like a little kid.

“Umayos ka! Kung hinde kita mahal, sinampal ko na ikaw!”* The flustered male responded. Amethio chuckled, he knew that judging by the light blushing tint to Mari’s face that he was just a flustered mess. Once he was able to calm down, Mari spoke up again. This time in a quieter, more timid tone it was almost as if he was about to cry. “Nobody has ever gone this far in hopes of impressing me…Thank you for doing all this. A.. and…thank you for being able to love me in a way I could never be able to love myself.” There was a lump in his throat. It was as if someone grabbed him by the throat and started to choke him, and that someone was Cupid. Mari was overwhelmed by such a small but meaningful love language so much that he started to cry just from sheer happiness that someone had finally accepted who he was as a person.

“I love you, Amethio.” Mari managed to speak through small squeaky sobs. Amethio wraps his slender arms around his boyfriend, in hopes of comforting him in this moment for he knew how much this all probably took a toll on Mari. He kissed him on the forehead and then on the lips, a quick but deep kiss that left him wanting more. He managed to get Mari to calm down before uttering the words that would surely send Mari into overdrive.

“I love you too, Mari.”

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Translations!! :

“Ano na ngayon? Hinde mo ba ako bibigyan ng halik? Translation: "What now? Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?"

“Umayos ka! Kung hinde kita mahal, sinampal ko na ikaw!” Translation: "Settle down! If I didn't love you then I would've slapped you by now!"

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©2024 amethiosspouse do not repost on other platforms or claim as your own work !!~

[btrswtoriginals]

I’ve never publicly posted Yume writing outside of screenshots so aaaahh but heres some Herta/Iris

[1080drgn]

[TRANSFORMERS AU: Black Rain — one-shot] [content warning — oc x canon;]

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— English is not my first language, so for any mistakes in grammar, fluency or overall writing, I apologize! —

Winter.

This year's winter was not what one would often think of. It wasn't the lovely, magical winter when spending your days cuddled up under a warm blanket was your first priority and pleasure. In peace. No, it was winter of the nasty kind. It's the kind where snow and mud mix together, creating the disgusting sight under your doorstep; the kind that freezes everything on its path, making it hurt to breathe and bringing destruction and death to those, who are helpless and have nowhere to hide.

The Decepticons managed to set up a temporary base in the woods, that hid them between the bare trees and the cybertronian ones resembling to firs and spruces, shielding them from the freezing cold reaching up to them. At least some of it, anyway. But, despite the terrible cold outside, the Decepticons had enough Energon for themselves, so it wasn't much of a problem. Their biggest issue was that their equipment would freeze and stop operating correctly at times. The radars wouldn't pick up frequencies correctly, as well as comm links stuttered every time it was turned on.

The Autobots probably had the same problem out there, somewhere. The annoying snowstorms slowed both of the factions down, limiting not only their forces, but even their "fighting spirits". Everyone started to focus on themselves, to survive this horrendous winter.

The Decepticon air commander walked into his private quarters… or office, whatever it was. It's temporary anyway, soon to be destroyed, it doesn't need a specific name. Starscream was visibly, mentally exhausted, so his first thought was to seek peace of mind in his desolate room. The only source of light was coming from the open door, which led into the outside world. The seeker gaze sank through the words in his data pads laying on the desk, with a tired look. His optics were dimmed, craving stasis at this point.

But as if things couldn't get any worse, Starscream suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him, crunching the white snow, before hitting the metal floor that echoed through the room. The air commander frowned, already getting annoyed at the sound and presence of another bot nearby.

"What do you want now, Lord Megatron?" He asked, thinking it must've been his leader. He obviously hadn't enough energy to converse with anybody. Especially Megatron.

To his question, silence responded. The footsteps stopped, which caused the air commander to get slightly lost. It wasn't Megatron? The seeker's optics glanced around, before his helm turned and noticed a tall, dark figure standing in front of him, staring right back at him. He knew very well, who it was.

"It's you… The coward who fled." Starscream hissed. He furrowed. "…How did you get here unnoticed?"

"I stunned the others. They'll be fine. Although surprisingly, your systems didn't pick up an intrusion." Abyss answered, his voice dull.

Starscream grumbled. Of course, everything froze again. Damn this cold. "Why are you here?" The mech suddenly pointed his null ray at the other. Though deep down, he knew he won't win this fight, if he attacked first.

Abyss looked at the desk behind the air commander with curiousity, but his faceplate didn't show it. He remained quiet, until finally speaking and returning his gaze back at Starscream.

"I've observed you for quite sometime. Your behaviour not only is much entertaining, but I have a need to know more about you and the faction itself."

"That doesn't sound creepy at all." The seeker made a sour expression, looking slightly to the side, sometimes behind Abyss, sometimes at the wall. He started to get nervous, but he didn't let his body language show it yet.

"I still don't know a lot about our world, hence I'm asking you to help me." The winged bot continued, stepping closer to Starscream.

As Abyss began to tower over him, the air commander pointed his null ray directly at the tall mech's face. But the other knew, that the seeker wasn't that much of an idiot to actually shoot him right now. He was bluffing.

Starscream laughed through his annoyance. "And what I'd get in return? You don't actually think I'm going to side with you, just because?"

And just as the Decepticon was about to continue his grumbling, Abyss lifted his arm and opened his servo, offering it.

"That's what I thought. I'll give you my power. A part of it, certainly, but not all of it." He said.

The seeker looked at Abyss' servo, before right back up at his black and white optics. Starscream lowered his weapon. This sounded rather interesting, but he was not yet fully convinced. The seeker knew of Abyss' strength and speed, so he was thinking about it.

The tall bot's optics softened.

"I'll give you my speed and strength, that matches no one else's…" He spoke softly, as the thought about his next words. Abyss' tone of voice turned serious, as he began to slowly circle the air commander. "Not even Megatron, a force to be reckoned with."

Starscream's crimson orbs flashed. His metal, jet wings twitched as he heard that. The air commander was really about to do it. The thought and plans of finally usurping Megatron may actually come to fruition. But his loyalty to the Decepticon cause still lied within him. Though, changing and creating a few rules and ranks to his liking doesn't seem like such a bad idea.

The seeker chuckled. "You ought to be aware by now that I'm not the bot you should put your trust in."

"I don't doubt that, but I'm not asking for much. And I don't think a bot like you would ever pass such an opportunity." Abyss acknowledged, as he stood once more in front of the Decepticon.

Starscream looked to the side, at the metal floor, uncertain. He remained quiet, thinking about this deal in which he had the final word. Oh, the image of the golden crown and the royal cape flashed in his mind. Perhaps this dream of his was closer than he had previously believed.

He smirked.

"We'll see."

[toffee32]

Hello! I just made this blog to have a place to properly archive this comic I made on a scrollable site. I drew this over the span of five months, posted it on twitter as I finished around four pages every time. This is a Vulpes/OC courier fanfiction. Her name is Mila but I clasically call her Six in this comic ♡  I hope you enjoy!! I hope I'll get the possibility to share more of all the Fallout fanart I have drawn and that I'll be drawing in the future in this account since I love these series, but also to share other original creation stuff like the bunnies I love drawing, also history and religion ♡ 

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[masked-tornado]

All about Allen Alagona

Overview:

Basics

Allen's backstory

Allen's personality

Allen's relationships

Allen's relationship with Deuce

Allen & blot

Allen's previous life

Allen's magic

Fun facts

OFFICIAL ALLEN X DEUCE POSTS:

1 // 2 // 3

1. Basics

Allen is a Ramshackle freshman who comes from another world (¾ Italian, ¼ Japanese) and "has no magic".

He's an aspiring illustrator and musician who doesn't seem to have success no matter how hard he tries. Whenever he attempted to gain attention on the internet before, all he ever received was ignorance and hate. Nowadays, he's too scared to try again.

2. Allen's backstory

Allen is an intersex boy and was born with lower testosterone levels as well as a mostly "female" outward anatomy.

Having suffered from a genetic anxiety disorder since his childhood, Allen was never really able to enjoy things. Once he got into school, he was mostly used for his good grades and ignored otherwise.

However, things got much worse when puberty started: Allen's body was feminine and muscular at the same time, and he towered over his classmates. His resting bitch face didn't help with people finding him intimidating and scary... and soon, he was not only ignored, but actively avoided and made fun of. He got pushed around, insulted, and told that "a freak like him" could never be loved. Nobody invited him to hang out, people pretended to have crushes on him in order to fool him, and all the "friends" he ever had badmouthed him behind his back.

Allen couldn't tell anyone about how hurt he was — boys weren't supposed to cry and act all whiny, and he would prove that he was indeed a boy by being all tough.

Trying to escape from the bullying at school, Allen put all of his feelings into art instead — a thing he was told he was "gifted" at — and started sharing it on social media. However, as he watched other artists blow up and build entire fanbases, absolutely nothing happened to him; he was either ignored or insulted for his art, seemingly never being good enough to earn compliments. Combined with the fact that Allen compared himself with other artists a lot, he slowly started losing confidence in the one thing he enjoyed and thought he was skilled at.

That wasn't the only thing Allen "wasn't good enough" for. As he got older, the topics at school progressively got harder, and the model student started struggling with them a little. His grades dropped from As to As and Bs, and that was somehow already enough for his teachers to blame him. "What's wrong?", "I expected better from you" and "stop slacking" were just some of the things Allen had to hear from them. He began studying even more in an attempt to satisfy them and prove his worth to himself, but nothing seemed to work out, and instead, it all led to Allen having a burnout.

At this point, Allen started believing that he was possessed. How could one single person have so much bad luck and be hated this much solely for trying to live his life...?

...and why was he even trying when he was never good enough for anyone anyway?

It was then that Allen decided to give up on everything. His grades never satisfied his teachers no matter how well he did, so why should he work for them at all? His gentle personality was never appreciated, so why should he be kind? Fights hurt him, so why shouldn't he fight back?

Allen slowly became a delinquent. He started skipping class almost every day, finally dared to cuss, and got into lots of verbal fights with the people who formerly bullied him. Those who already feared Allen before were now absolutely terrified of him, and soon, rumors about an actual possession started spreading.

The headmaster couldn't stand watching the process of one of her most valuable honor students turning into a delinquent and eventually kicked Allen out of school for his shenanigans.

Allen knew he wouldn't attend a school ever again due to what it had done to his health, but at the same time, he was in desperate need of that graduation if he ever wanted to have a proper job. He tried to blackmail the headmaster into giving him his graduation by threatening to expose the school for how they covered bullying and even allowed teachers to be bullies, but ultimately, Allen got nothing out of it.

He had nothing but his parents now. He had no friends, no confidence, no future. He was likely possessed, doomed by the universe.

Allen lost the sparkle in his eye; he wanted nothing more than to disappear. But the thought of his parents' grief forced him to stay alive. Every day was torture and reminded Allen of how much of a failure he was, and he progressively grew angrier...

...until he started imagining himself in music videos every time he listened to songs.

That was when Allen had an idea. He couldn't be violent, so why not channel all of his hatred and wrath into lyrics and make his own music? This time, he wouldn't post anything online in a long time, instead taking things slow.

Things slowly got a little better — Allen was able to start a hormone therapy, dyed his hair, changed his overall appearance, disassociated himself from his old self, and learned to control his anger through writing and other methods he figured out for himself. However, the emptiness, anxiety and hopelessness remained, and Allen was stuck with depression.

Just the day when Allen wanted to finally buy a software to produce music with, he woke up in a coffin in a strange world...

3. Allen's personality

Allen is widely known to be friendly, lowkey, mature, calm and helpful. People admire him for his good looks and determination, and some even consider him to be perfect due to the fact that he is additionally "good at everything". He also avoids fights and more heated discussions and instead serves as a mediator most of the time, earning him a fair amount of respect at NRC.

Allen has an easy time getting along with people and, while he rarely engages in deep conversations, generally enjoys talking and spending time with others, even if he's not close to them.

The truth: this is a mask.

Allen is an extremely flawed person but skilled at hiding it. He doesn't do anything he's bad at in public, only voices reasonable opinions, uses white lies in order to not accidentally hurt people, and hides all of his mental struggles as much as possible.

Not only does the real Allen envy everyone who is in some way more successful or "better" at something than him, but he has also developed a superiority complex to cope with his insecurities. He even feels this way towards some of his friends, yet doesn't dare to speak up on it out of fear of ending up all alone again.

The real Allen writes aggressive songs, has violent thoughts, and hates himself with a burning passion. His trauma and insecurities always get the better of him, and Allen still believes that he's ugly, worthless and not deserving of love despite being one of the most popular people at NRC.

The real Allen also doesn't care about the problems of people and gets impatient extremely quickly (Deuce is an exception — Allen cares about him a lot and is patient with him — as well as other people who have genuinely earned Allen's trust). His primary motivation for helping with bigger issues around the school is to draw attention to himself and finally receive praise.

Allen's biggest fear is to be lonely, abandoned and ignored, which is why he does his best to hide all of his flaws and true opinions on people — he doesn't want to risk being disliked now that he's finally appreciated somewhere.

The only person who knows the real Allen (and who he is 100% honest to) is Deuce, who doesn't judge him at all and instead understands him.

4. Allen's relationships

5. Allen's relationship with Deuce

Ever since day one, they've been best friends who always know what the other is thinking/feeling and do almost everything together.

Having the same experiences in a mirrored way, Allen and Deuce are able to understand each other better than anyone else could and naturally help each other because of it. Allen is able to assist Deuce with studying while making sure that he doesn't overwork himself and provides him with healthy outlets for his delinquent tendencies, which helps Deuce mature and grow calmer. Instead of trying to change Deuce, Allen helps him see the good in his flaws and use them to Deuce's advantage while fully supporting his goals and making sure that Deuce doesn't lose himself. Deuce, on the other hand, simply loves and admires Allen the way he is, which helps Allen slowly accept himself more. Being around someone who's so similar to himself and genuinely supports, understands and adores him also manages to fill the void in Allen's heart at least a bit.

Due to Allen's tough vibes, determined personality, intelligence and pretty appearance, Deuce fell for him extremely quickly (it was basically love at first sight for him). Allen fell for Deuce during book 4 when he realized just how much he missed the boy. After hesitating with a confession for a long time due to how it could possibly affect their friendship, Allen and Deuce eventually start dating some time after book 7.

Before I go on an eternal ramble about these two, here are some posts from my Deuce x Allen blog explaining their relationship further:

How they help each other

Why I ship them

Relationship timeline

Facts about them

6. Allen & blot

Allen feels his body get weaker and is somewhat out of touch with it in Twisted Wonderland. At first, he isn't aware of what the reason might be, but things resolve themselves... in the worst way possible.

During every breakdown occuring after these symptoms, a part of Allen's body changes. At first, he merely cries black tears, but then his hair turns another color, followed by another body part every time... until Allen is fully convinced that his demon is slowly taking over.

These occurrences are, in fact, mini overblots building up to Allen's first proper overblot, in which he assumes the form of a demon prince with fire-based magic and massive claws.

Due to his overall physical and mental weakness as well as the fact that he's not from Twisted Wonderland, blot affects Allen extremely easily and in a different way than with mages.

But why can he accumulate blot if he's not a mage himself? Well...

7. Allen's previous life

Unbeknownst to everyone, Allen is the reincarnation of Asterope, an infamous mage from Twisted Wonderland.

Asterope was an exceptional mage said to have been blessed who had weather-based powers but couldn't fully control them due to his impulsive personality. As a result, he accidentally slaughtered a village through a tornado in a fit of rage caused by being excluded and bullied, and became a wanted criminal as a result. He ran away, assumed the identity of "Alan" and joined the Silver Owls, only to be caught when he found out about his sole friend's death and accidentally caused another tornado. Asterope then got executed, and to this day, he's known as nothing but a villain.

Nobody is aware that Allen is Asterope's reincarnation and supposed to fix his legacy until Allen dies after being stabbed during a friend's overblot. A storm is raging outside the school during the entirety of Allen being in a critical state and eventually dying. While his body is already dead, Allen's mind intensely relives the moments from both his current life and the one he had as Asterope. Ironically, his strong blot accumulation and Asterope's desire for wanting his legacy to be fixed through his "successor" eventually bring Allen back to life, leaving him with mere permanent tattoos... and the ability to use magic.

Shortly before Allen awakens, Asterope speaks through him, talking about his legacy. Later on, Allen and his friends do their best to figure out what exactly happened.

8. Allen's magic

Allen has fairly little control over his everyday magic due to both his mood swings and the fact that he's entirely new to this kind of thing. However, he is eager to learn and improve so he can hopefully reach an average skill level.

On the other hand, Allen's Unique Magic is incredibly powerful and can only be countered by the strongest of mages when they're concentrated. "The Calm Before the Storm" traps a being in a tornado that drains them of all their physical and mental energy, often causing the person in question to pass out. It can be used on living creatures from all worlds.

Fun fact: Allen discovers his Unique Magic before he can use normal magic at all.

9. Fun facts

Allen is three days older than Ace.

Allen is good with animals and children.

Allen's natural hair color is black.

Allen is considered to be one of the prettiest people at NRC, but isn't aware of this.

Allen collects plushies and Deuce gifts them to him regularly.

Allen loves Shiba Inus.

Allen likes motorcycles and blastcycles.

Allen is an only child.

Allen loves his parents but is distant from the rest of his family.

Allen has photographic memory.

Allen eats instant noodles a lot.

Allen can't cook, but is willing to learn how to cook egg dishes for Deuce.

Allen doesn't have a lot of stamina.

Allen has problems falling asleep.

Allen is generally bad at sports, but can run fastly and dance very well. He does, however, suck at ballroom dance.

Allen is often called a twink, and he's very curvy for a skinny guy.

Allen has long eyelashes.

Allen received chest surgery during book 5 and now has scars.

Allen prefers coffee over tea.

Allen dislikes pastries.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Black people, POC, disabled people, fat/chubby/plus size people, you will ALWAYS be on my mind while writing reader inserts. I will always try my best to make you feel included and loved.

Reader inserts are there for you to insert yourself into it, and it’s really hard when most stories are focused on a white/pale skinned, skinny, non disabled/neurotypical person. So many things can be more inclusive, like having options for different skin colors or hair types, it’s easy and it should be the norm.

Just know that I’m trying my best to think of you, and you’re always welcome and loved on my page.

The characters I write for love you for your traits, NOT despite them. You are adored for who you are!

[dont-call-my-name-alejandro]

Otp Prompt #22

A goes to B’s side of the bed to cuddle with them.

B: A, I have no room..

A: Okay?

B: So let’s move to the middle of the bed?

A: [refuses to move] Should’ve thought of that earlier.

[gur0beetl3]

Go my OC x Canon!!!!!!

This is Dahlia, he's a demon from the future! Explicitly in the setting of block tales, he was part of a team meant to send a "chosen" hero back in time to save builderman with the swords. Except fate had something else in mind, and he was taken back instead!!

He's kissing Griefer now

[lavanderowl]

So Great Decisions had a Q&A and I had to draw his answer.

go read it!

[nokachifu]

WE NEED MORE CHARACTER X MALE READER!!! 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

As a genderfluid person, there are times when i wanna imagine to be in a gay relationship with my fav character, but whenever i search for character x reader i only find female or gn reader.

There is nothing wrong with gn reader, but... Sometimes It doens't really feel like gn, you know what i mean?

It doens't help the fact that some of them makes the reader AFAB, thing that is not wrong but feels unnecessary when you read what the scenario is about... OH! And those fucking fanfics that do not specified the gender of the reader, ugh i fucking hate them...

Im in my bed at 1:20 am, i found a malleus x reader really good, but halfway through the fanfic they throw a "SHE" at my fucking face, my mood ruined and now i can't stop seeing my imaginary male self with big tittys, funny but annoying.

Oh and don't get me started about female character x male reader, i know straight shit can be very boring, but im sure that theres people capable of making it actually good, if there is male character x female reader, why not the other way?

I doubt cishet men watch fanfics, only queer men would see these things (or maybe quirky cishet men, idk)

I just wish more people try to make character x male reader, i would make them myself, but im not actually good at writing (•̥́_•ૅू˳)

[strawbeaniie]

⛧ SELFSHIPTOBER 2024 Day 1 Confession

( > v <)b Excited for the chance to go all in with some of my selfships this month !! Under the cut, is the original fic I wrote a while back that inspired the image!

"I'll go out with you," the statement was a simple one, one that shouldn't have taken too much to register. As clear as a sunny day in the human realm.

Solomon can't quite wrap his head around it though. Maybe it was the laugh that accompanied Emeri's statement that made his train of thought fuzzier. Or the way it seemed like the half-demon before him was making the statement without batting an eyelash. Never in a million years would he ask Emeri out, not to say he wasn't interested.

He was interested.

Very interested.

He just figured... Emeri would never feel the same way. Yet here Emeri was, disproving everything with a single sentence.

“You look even more caught off guard than I do,” the half-demon noted with another giggle, a faint blush settling on his cheeks.

“Sorry, was my answer too bold?” Emeri asked, scratching the back of his neck. “Or….I completely misunderstood what you were saying and made myself look… really fucking stupid.”

“I… I didn’t think you’d accept?” Solomon blurted out hastily. He couldn’t have Emeri back down now. The opportunity might not ever arise again. Sure, this wasn’t the direction Solomon expected when asking Emeri to protect the human realm as partners… but he wasn’t going to let it slip his fingers now.

“I didn’t think I’d accept either,” Emeri admitted, cringing at the way the words sounded coming out of his mouth.

“Shit…! I just meant… I didn’t think you’d ask me out?” “I always imagined I’d be the one confessing to you. Granted…” Emeri furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. How would he have asked Solomon out? Someone with so much experience… He shook his head.

“The point is… I do really want to go out with you.” He confessed scratching his cheek lightly.

“Does this mean you might consider moving back to Purgatory Hall with me again?” Solomon teased a grin gracing his lips. “Or do you think Reina would kill me for stealing you away again?.” He questioned with a chuckle.

“Some people would consider that moving too quickly into a relationship,” Emeri countered playfully nudging the wizard's shoulder.

“Don’t be like that Emi,” Solomon said with a pout, “We’ve lived together in Purgatory Hall before...and the Human Realm. If I remember correctly you’re the one who approached me both times,” Solomon said, tapping Emeri’s nose causing the shorter of the two to snort.

“You would use that against me?” Emeri exaggerated putting his hand on his chest. “Y...You’re important to me just in case that wasn’t clear.”

“You did just accept me asking you out,” Solomon responded, “I think you might be a little bit into me but the clarification helps.”

Emeri stuck his tongue out in response, earning another snort from Solomon. “Here, I’ll make it up to you,” The sorcerer guaranteed, stretching his arms out.

Tilting his head in confusion, Emeri reached for Solomon’s hands. Taking the sorcerer's hands carefully into his own, Emeri gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Emeri..” The sorcerer said trying to hold back his laughter.

“Yeah, Sol?” Emeri questioned with a tilt of his head.

“I was trying to hug you, silly,” Solomon explained, watching Emeri’s expression change. From the realization subtly hitting, to the way his eyes widened and how red Emeri’s face got. Only to try to hide his expression behind his hands.

“Oh my god I flopped our post confession,” Emeri groaned, muffled from his hands.

“That’s the nature of boyfriends I think,” Solomon offered simply.

“Holy shit we’re boyfriends,” Emeri declared in awe, removing his hands from his face. “We’re dating. You like me!”

“Yeah, you like me back. You accepted my feelings. We are in fact boyfriends,” Solomon said fondly.

[btrswtoriginals]

boop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59979280

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Forever, He Is Foolish

"Deacon and his husband, Nic, went on a mission to rescue some refugees. What seemed like unnecessary anxiety fueled the usually stern, confident Nic. The spy teased him silently in his mind all the time, especially then, but never now. All he has left from that mission is regret.

A memory had never felt so heavy in his skull. It was a weight that pulled even his feet down. How could you tease a loved one based on a letter so sweet you never deserved it?"

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first time i post a fanfic of them, wow!!

i have to spoil the big thing, sorry, nic dies. deacon goes through a horrible grieving process. i like to think dark times get him like that. its very sad, very dark, and im pretty proud. give it a read if ud like, its appreciated!!

[spade-of-storms]

Dear Diary... (Deuce)

Dear Diary,

Allen tutored me yet again today. I don't know how he does it, but he always manages to come up with unique methods that are kinda tailored for me specifically... and it helps me a lot. Whenever others tried to help me study in the past, it never worked out this well, and Allen just... seems to know exactly what I need and what works for me. Not to mention that he puts so much time and effort into it despite having given up on school stuff himself...

...but honestly, I'm surprised I can even concentrate so much around him. Maybe it's because my subconscious wants to impress Allen, make him proud or cherish his efforts... but still, I'm kinda shocked I can focus during our study sessions.

I mean, I usually look at those lips and just wanna kiss them real bad, ya know? He's irresistible. And those eyes... ugh. I can't stop thinking about the way he smiles at me, either... and he does it far more often than with others! Could this mean something or am I overthinking?

Let's not forget how proud he looks whenever I react calmer in a situation than I used to before. If only he knew just how ridiculously much he has helped me with my impulse control... partially through his mere presence! It's actually kinda crazy.

Allen's struggling so much with himself and yet pulling through and teaching me all his ways... they help so damn much and he's so impressive. Like, this guy's been helping me become a much better person WITHOUT me having to pretend that I'm someone I'm not! And yet Allen believes that he's horrible? Like... he's literally the toughest, coolest, most stunning, intelligent, helpful, creative, impressive and wicked person I've ever met, and I'm saying this while being fully aware of his flaws.

Aah, I'm rambling again... like every day. Geez, sorry. I swear, if Ace EVER finds this book, my life's officially over...

...whatever, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Totally not because I get to spend time with Allen again and see his beautiful smile. Totally not because I'm in love...

Thanks for listening, Diary.

Love, Deuce

[zanymonki]

Glitterstar (OC X Canon) One Shot

Starbeam x Guy Diamond

The party was, as always, a success. Trolls dancing, jumping and singing all around, drinks and snacks at every corner, glitter and hair thrown in the air following the beat. Starbeam was drinking from a half empty cup, ready to jump into the dance circle, while talking to his twin Astro and some of the other Snack Pack members. Guy Diamond on the other hand was way too strange that night, he didn’t wiggle his ass in the air like he always did and let the other glitter trolls do the discoball instead. When he approached his friends, Star was already putting down the glass. Their eyes met and they smiled brightly.

“Where were you?! We have to go back to the dance floor!” Star shouted on top of the noise all around them. Guy looked awkwardly at their friends, cleared his throat and got closer to him.

“I need you to come with me for a moment” he said looking directly into his eyes.

“Oh okay! Let’s go” Star waved at the others and followed Guy.

They all looked at them walking away from the chaos, then looked at each other without saying a word, they all knew what was happening after a long wait. They giggled and squealed anticipating when the couple would’ve been back with good news.

“What do you need?” Star asked thinking there was something wrong, he was used to help Guy with some entrance stuff, advices or party dances, like best friends do, like he usually did with their other best friends as well.

“I just wanted to take you up here” Guy led the way to one of the hills from where trolls used to do stargazing. And just like every other night, the stars were beautiful and the moon was shining. Star looked up and then at Guy, noticing how the moonlight was making him shine in such a pretty and ethereal way. He always had this kind of thoughts but tried to shake them away.

“Why? Wanna talk about something?” again, Star thought Guy just needed some help.

“Actually, yeah..” a soft beat started playing and he got closer to the troll in front of him. Both of them blushed.

“It might not be the right time and I might not be the right one but… there’s something about us I need to say” Guy took Star’s hands in his, they could hear their heartbeat going faster and faster, the orange troll was starting to understand what was going on.

“There’s some kind of secret I will share with you” the glitter troll squeezed softly his hands “I need you more than anything in my life. I want you more than anything in my life. I love you more than anyone in my life”

Star’s heart seemed to jump off his chest, his legs almost failing, he opened his mouth and said shaking “This is the right time and you are the right one! I love you more than anyone else!”

Their nervous laughs came out in unison and they finally got close enough to kiss. With their eyes closed, they felt this first kiss like an explosion. Their shaky hands wrapped around each other, caressing the hair and the cheeks. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity yet so short at the same time, they opened their eyes and looked at each other smiling, not wanting to let go of that hug.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” Star whispered with the thumb on Guy’s cheeks.

“Me too, I was just scared to ruin our friendship” Guy was caressing Star’s freckles with his soft hands.

The gentle song continued in the background as they sat down on the grass, still hugging and cuddling.

“I was scared as well, we have always been so close but I can’t really tell when I started growing stronger feelings you know” Star chuckled “I guess we are so close and affectionate with our friends and family it’s hard to tell when it’s friendship or something else”.

“I think so” Guy smiled.

“You don’t understand how happy am I right now, it feels like a dream” he then placed Guy’s hand on his chest to make him feel that crazy heartbeat. The other chuckled and made Star feel his one as well.

“I don’t wanna wake up” Star looked at his lover with wet eyes, in which the night sky could be seen wider now.

“It’s real and I’m here. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and I’ll be with you”

They hugged like never before, until they had no air and had to let go to breathe again. That night the stars witnessed two souls embracing in a new way, finally letting go of fears in sight of a new beginning.

After a couple of hours they returned to the party hand in hand, smiling and giggling, cheeks glowing red. Poppy immediately spotted the couple walking towards them and called the rest of the snack pack to gather around.

“What happened?” she asked kicking her feet. They all stared at the two trolls with eyes wide open.

Guy and Star looked at each other, then back at the others and chuckled.

“You know” Star said to Poppy, raising his hand holding Guy’s. It’s not like they never held hands but this time had a completely different meaning and there was no explanation needed.

Poppy squealed as the whole squad hugged them.

“I told you at least one of them couldn’t resist this long” Chenille looked at Satin as if they had bet on it.

“I was the one who couldn’t resist!!” Poppy shouted “I was this close to organize a surprise date for them but Smidge held me back!”

“I guess it was a long wait for everyone” Star chuckled putting an arm around Guy’s waist.

“I can’t believe you two took this long” Astro sighed.

It has always been clear to all the village that they had the perfect chemistry but they were so oblivious and too scared to even notice.

“Okay guys time to give us some space to dance it off okay?” Guy smiled and took Star to the dance floor where all the other trolls were jumping all around.

They were so used to dance together but again, this time felt like their first time ever. Like they were dancing with a whole new troll that they just met.

‘I wanna dance with somebody’ started playing, they loved this song. As they pulled an amazing couple choreo and sang the lyrics to each other, they both decided internally that this was gonna be their song from now on. A kiss for the grand finale sealed the great moment they were having. The trolls around them gasped at that long awaited scene while the couple completely canceled the background noise and focused on their own touch and eyes.

After enjoying the party with their friends they decided to go home finally exhausted. Guy offered Star to come over to his house, so they could cuddle until they fell asleep and so it went. Nothing ever felt better than that night before. Drifting into beautiful dreams with a smile, the two of them knew that their new reality was just starting now.

[espresso-ships]

Idiots - Varganardi Oneshot

AHHH my very first self insert fanfiction! I usually write x reader ones, and this is the first one I write for me ashhshs Hope y'all like it!

Words: 1.8K Warnings: Hurt/comfort & lot of cussing lol (lmk if I should add something more <3)

“Can I tell you what I think?” 

Sigh.

“...What do you think?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Silence.

“So what? What if I am, what difference does it make?”

“Tell her.”

“You make it sound so damn easy.” He scoffed.

“Nacho, it is easy. Maybe she feels the same-”

“Feels the same?? What fucking fantasy world do you live in, huh?!”

Silence, again. 

Nacho sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt relieved that Domingo couldn’t see his face. That he couldn’t see the tears of anger or the pain in his eyes. 

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just… Complicated.”

“I know, Nacho. But trust me. She feels the same.”

“How the hell would you know?”

Silence. Always the damn defying silence. After what felt like eternity, Domingo talked:

“Because she told me.” 

Chaos.

That’s what the mansion feels like. Drunk - or high - people everywhere. It’s a new years party, after all. The music, laughter and screams makes it feel like the house is vibrating. And the heat - from at least 50 bodies trapped together in a room with bad air conditioning, and from his own nerves. 

It feels like they’re all caged animals, locked together, waiting for tragedy. He doesn’t understand how people can enjoy being squeezed together like this - or maybe they’re all pretending. Just searching for something - someone - to fill the void.

He usually enjoys parties. He is usually one of the people dancing and laughing, with his arms thrown around a pretty stranger. Not tonight. 

Nacho fidgets with the first button to the red shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning, over and over. He has barely touched the shot in his glass. 

“Are you gonna drink that?” Domingo’s words are slightly slurred, and his grin is wide. He shouts to overvoice the music, but doesn’t seem to mind the volume. At least someone is having fun. 

“It’s all yours.” Nacho hands his friend the glass, and he empties it in only a matter of seconds. He grimaces. “You’re gonna be sick, Dom.” 

His friend rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, dad. Don’t look so bitter, man!”

Domingo nudges his friend, who rolls his eyes in return. Yet, he chuckles. His eyes wanders across the room, hoping to see his tall friend amongst the sea of people. No sign of her, so far.

“Relax, dude. She’ll be here soon!” 

I really hope so. He still has to apologize to Laura, after that ridiculous argument they had last week. 

“What did you two even fight about this time?”

Nacho’s mind goes back to the phone call with Domingo yesterday.

“It wasn’t a fight, damnit.” He sighed. “Just a… Disagreement.”

“About…?” 

“About her shit-ex. I told her she was stupid if she forgave them after everything they put her through.”

“And?” 

“I sounded too angry. She got angry, and we both said things we didn’t mean.” Talking about it made Nacho realize how shitty the situation was. He felt like screaming from frustration. “Fuck, Dom… I really messed up this time.”

“You both did.”

“Yea…” He dreads the answer, yet he asks: “When did she… Tell you?”

“Back when you dated Mona.”

“Dude, that was like 10 months ago! Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“Hey! I’m Laura’s friend too. Besides, she threatened to kick my ass if I told you about her feelings for you.” 

“What a damn shit show!” He cussed loudly, almost forgetting Domingo on the other line. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He sighs. “But then, Laura got together with… Them. And well, you still dated Mona back then.”

“Yea…” 

“And you seriously didn’t know Laura had a crush on you? Like, at all?” 

“No, Domingo! I didn’t.” Nacho hissed. 

“You’re a damn fool, my friend.”

“Rubbing salt in my wounds.” he muttered, frustrated by Domingo’s teasing.

“You and Laura have been dancing around each other for years. You both are idiots, y’know?” 

“I hate you. No… I hate this. This situation? It sucks.”

“I’m so sorry, Nacho.”

Silence, silence, silence. 

“So what now?”

“Talk to her, dumbass.”

And that’s the plan.

Nacho refuses to start the new year whilst being in a disagreement with his best friend. Crush. Whatever. 

“Damn, look at that girl over there!”

Nacho’s eyes follow to where Domingo’s glare is stuck. He grimaces. 

“She’s way out of your league, dude.”

Domingo scoffs and begins a long, drunken rant about something… 

That’s when he sees her. A tall figure amongst the crowd of people. Her brown wavy hair, that purple shirt he likes to see her in… And as usual, the high heels - as if being taller than him wasn’t enough. 

“Shit, there she is!” He hisses, to gain Domingo’s attention. His friend whistles loudly, and Laura turns her gaze towards them. She looks pissed with someone whistling at her like that, until realizing it’s Domingo. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

She walks up to them.

“Hey, happy almost new years.” 

She greets Domingo with a hug, and despite everything, she embraces Nacho too. He stands frozen, before slowly wrapping his arms around her. He breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Her scent. The hug only lasts for a couple of seconds, but it feels like hours. He wishes it was hours. 

“Yo, thirty minutes left until the new year! I need to find someone to kiss.” 

With that, Domingo walks off, stumbling forward onto the living room, which is used as a dance floor. And just like that, Nacho and Laura are alone.

Thank you for the support. Nacho will remember to give his friend hell for this. He turns his gaze back to her, and she gives him a sheepish smile. Her. His best friend, the girl he’s known since teen years. They’ve gone through up and down together, and shared so much. Laughter, tears, secrets… 

And there it is, the familiar heartache. The urge to run away from the situation, to flee his complicated feelings. Yet, he stands there and looks at her. They both speak, at the same time, the same words. Like they’re telepathetic. 

“I’m sorry-” Their voices harmonize. 

“You-” Again.

“You first.” Nacho is quick to say.

“You were right, Iggy.” 

I did not see that one coming - Nacho thinks. 

“I… I’ve ended it with my ex. Once and for all. They’re trash.”

“Laura… I’m so relieved to hear that.” He gathers his thoughts. “I’m sorry, too. For being so harsh on you. I just care about you, Laura.”

“I know, Iggy…” She sighs and uses the nickname that used to drive mad early on in their friendship. But now? He loves it. “I know. And I care about you. And I don’t want us to fight any more.”

“Me neither.” Everything else fades. It’s only them. Laura, and Nacho. 

Nacho and Laura. 

“We need to talk.” At the same time, again.

“Alright, this is getting creepy.” Laura giggles. “Come on, let’s head out.”

The cold night air hits them, but it’s a nice change from the warm house. A couple of lonely snowflakes fall down to the frozen grass as they walk. 

Nacho gathers his thoughts, mentally preparing for what he’s about to say - but he needs to say it. Now. 

From inside the mansion, the guests are preparing for midnight. Preparing to celebrate the new year to come. 10 minutes left. 

Laura sits down in a sunchair, next to the covered up pool. Nacho awkwardly stands next to her. 

“Hey, idiot. Sit down” Laura says, holding back a laughter. She moves to the side and pats the spot next to her. He sits down, very aware of how close they are to each other. Their legs are touching and so are their shoulders. Their exhales come out as steam in the crispy air. 

“The reason why I was so harsh, Laura, was because I was jealous. Jealous of your damn ex, because they got to call you theirs.” The words leave his mouth before he can think twice. The sound of the music inside feels louder, and he feels scared to breathe too loudly. 

“I don’t know why I said that. I’m sor-”

“I never liked Mona, because I wanted you to be with me. Not her.”

Nacho’s heart skips a beat. He stares at Laura, blinking his eyes - as if trying to process what she just said. 

They’re both silent again, but this time, it’s a comfortable silence. The beat of music echoes - or maybe it’s just the beat of his own heart. Her hand finds his, and her fingertips tap against his knuckles. He opens his hand, entwining fingers with her. 

They’re so close now. So close. Yet, he wants closer. 

“Are we done playing pretend now?” Laura asks.

“Yea. We’re done being idiots. Took us long enough, huh?”

They both grin at each other.

“Yea. You wanna head inside again?”

“Not really. Unless you have a midnight's kiss waiting for you…”

“No, you idiot.” Laura slaps his arm lightly. “Not yet, at least… Do you volunteer?”

His face heats up once again and he nods, failing at trying to act nonchalant. 

From inside the house, they hear the shouts, as the countdown begins. 

60… 59… 58… 57…

The two friends move even closer to each other - closer than they thought was possible. He can feel her hot breath against his face, and looks into Laura’s green eyes. He can almost see his own reflection in them. He squeezes her hand tighter and leans in. His focus is now solely on her, taking in details about her that he’s never appreciated before. The mole under her left eyes, the freckles on her skin, her crooked nose and the acne scars on her cheeks. 

20… 19… 18….

“You’re so damn beautiful, Laura.” He whispers hoarsely. It’s her turn to blush now, too. The intensity that she looks at him with makes him shiver.

“So are you.”

8… 7… 6… 5… 

The shouts are getting louder, yet it all seems to fade out. 

Nothing else matters - no one else matters.

ZERO.

Their lips meet, and Nacho’s hands tangle into Laura's hair, whilst her hands rest on his back. They pull on each other, trying to be as close as possible. Both of them melt into the kiss and embrace. Now that they finally have each other - no one is allowed to separate them. 

“Talk to her, dumbass”

The frustration in Domingo’s voice was clear, and even on a phone call, Nacho could almost see how he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” 

Silence.

Domingo was right.

So Nacho realizes now, when he holds onto Laura. She rests her head against his shoulder, and Nacho has his arms wrapped around her. He can’t help but look at her. She is smiling, and her eyes are glued on the fireworks lighting up the sky. Realizing that he’s staring, he turns to look at the sky. 

Yeah, I love her. 

And so, he’ll tell her. Eventually. 

AHHHH I hope y'all liked it :3 This idea has been on my mind for quite a while. I really love hurt/comfort stories and realyl like the concept of Laura and Nacho being idiots when it comes to love and relationships LOL So yea - this is basically how they offically became a couple

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