#( its awesome! thank you so much c: )

[radio-zephyr]

Hello are you some kind of.... radio? Some kind of... radio-zephyr or something....

Is this a fitting design.... I'm not super duper creative sorry but lmk if you wanna add anything to it... I've been growing attached to the tiny creature...

HI NITEW OH MY GOSH ITS SO SO CUTE WAUGH,,,, STARING AT IT FOREVER ITS SO LOVELY THANK YOU :D!!!!!

holding this in my had the design is so creative i adore it...radio mouth...antenna whisker things....yes i am just a radio...maybe even a radio-zephyr...

[batisms]

"of course." giving a small nod before taking a step back, about to keep going on his way before the taller's next words keep him in place. "yes." a short reply, only because he never knows how the scenario will unfold any time someone recognizes him in public. there's been a few chaotic incidents, to say the least. "bruce." quietly adding to attach a proper introduction. "he did? . . .how so?" that certainly intrigues him to stay, blues studying closely to hear more about the connection his father had with his parents. the next question is one he never knows how to answer, however. briefly falling silent, gaze dropping momentarily, "i am holding up well." brows gently creasing, it was painful to act like it was true.

Brows raise as he swivels on his feet, eyes scanning the empty space in front of him for a beat before they finally drop, meeting the boy's face. Its familiar, but it takes him a second before he can place it, "...Thank you..." He was quick to slip the dropped phone back into his jacket pocket, "--- Hey... You're the um… the Wayne kid, right? My dad... uh. Y'know, he knew your folks... You holding up?"

[under-the-mud]

Description: Over the course of Paige and Azzi’s relationship, the idea of marriage, or forever, has been brought up over and over, typically as a joke. One day, it’s not a joke. fluff, slowburn(?), probably around 7-8 parts

This is inspired by @/victoria bennie on tiktok

(a/n) so remember when i posted yesterday about a cute little short pazzi one shot idea that could not get out of my head? yeah well that snowballed into a multi-part series b/c i am averaging ~500 words per section and that feels too overwhelming to write as one big oneshot. anyway, this is my first big piece so all constructive criticism is welcome but also please be kind. I will never write smut, so if you're looking for that, go check out @33lol , i love their work so much. love ya!

masterlist ch.2

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2017

It was late. Paige knew this. Even with only an hour difference between them, Paige could see the wear of the day on Azzi’s face. Still, she could not bring herself to be separated from Azzi. 

It had been three months since Team USA and the girls somehow managed to grow even closer. The minute they went their opposite directions at the airport, they were already texting about when they’d get home and could facetime again. Both families found it cute, if not a little obnoxious how one could never be completely pulled away from the other. Even when they weren’t directly on call with one another, they still brought up the other in conversation, often leaving their families exasperated at the constant obsession. 

However, to Paige and Azzi, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. To them, they were best friends, the best of best friends, why shouldn’t they always be texting or calling, why shouldn’t they be obsessed and wrapped around one another. Which leads them to now. 

Their current phone call was on its 6th hour, lasting even through each of their after school showers, much to their parents' dismay. Finally, it was time for bed and both girls were sitting all wrapped up and cosy in their respective beds, secretly wishing the other was laying next to them instead of on a phone halfway across the US. Azzi was starting to drift off, only half listening to whatever Paige was yapping about. But then Paige said something that suddenly made her wide awake. 

“...we’re going to UCONN to be coached by Geno, the best coach of all time and we’re going to be the best college basketball backcourt duo in the nation! I bet with the two of us playing together, we’re going to the natty’s every year. AND then obviously I will get drafted first-”

“Woah, slow down,” Azzi said, startling back to reality. “Who said anything about UCONN and us going together and being drafted to the W?”

Paige, taken aback, “well UCONN is one of the top women’s basketball colleges in the nation. And, well, we’re best friends and we do everything together…”

Warmth bloomed in Azzi’s chest. “You’re right P. I’m sorry, I was just joking. Of course we’ll always be best friends and we’ll go to UCONN together and eventually play together in the W. Nothing could split us up”

“You promise?” Paige said, still shy but holding up her pinky finger.

“Promise.” 

“Till the end of time?”

“You’re such a dork. Yes, Paige Madison Bueckers, I promise to be your best friend until the end of time,” Azzi laughed, virtually completing the pinky promise.

A quiet “yay” came from Paige.

Azzi snorted, “go to bed you big goofball”

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(a/n) thanks for reading! like i said, i'm new to this so i am totally open to anyone who wants to maybe revise my outline or edit my final drafts before I publish them. I want to give a special thanks to @33lol @elleaitch22 @hcneymooners @pbaz7 @azzibuckets and @izzih22 who all write so beautifully that they have inspired confidence and courage in me to try writing and yeah they're each just really awesome blogs and i love them so much

[klemen-tine]

You don’t have to write this, it’s just an idea I wanted to share. (:

Where the reader is someone who closely resembles a lost family member, say brother in their case, who died.

He has the same mannerisms, responds in the same snarky way. He may even physically resemble the lost teen, maybe he has the same coloured eyes, or wears the same boyish clothes. But not too similar, it’s just the way he acts. It’s so similar it’s almost uncanny.

And it’s like something snapped in the family. Like their missing piece was found. But this random kid (turning adult), probably works near where they frequently patrol, or goes to the same school as one of them as a senior, has a family. Admittedly a shitty one as what Gotham family isn’t, but still has one. He has a life, he isn’t their dead brother.

But they don’t care. He’s theirs. He’s being called their brothers name, taken to their manor, forced to live in the dead brothers room. Because the reader is their brother. Whether he likes it or not.

Thanks for reading. If you want to write it that would be awesome, but you’ve already done a request for me so I don’t have a problem if you don’t have any desire write it. Please respond if you think the idea is shitty haha

Puppy

(Yandere Batfam X Male! Reader Platonic)

Warning: Emotional abuse (?), slight suicidal ideation (its like a line)

@jaythes1mp

@Rosecentury 

@problematicreblogger

@Kurai-hono-blog 

When Tim had first seen those E/C eyes, staring into his own blue eyes and very much alive, he had raced back to the manor and checked if the grave had been defiled. He checked, and checked again if the body of their brother had been taken. When the dirt proved not to be disturbed, he raced back to the batcomputer and began researching. 

Y/N L/N, a high school dropout and a worker at one of the nail salons near a cafe the Wayne family frequents, and with two very alive parents had filled all the screens in the Batcave. His school records, no run in with the law, he was simply a kid that had to drop out of school to support his family. 

He is a kid that looks so unfairly like B/N in those clothes he always wore. The family had thought Tim was crazy, obsessing over this budding young adult that Tim had only run into once. 

Then Dick ran into him. Standing in line for his drink, he saw exactly what Tim saw. Intense E/C eyes, meeting his for only a second, before turning around back to his friends. The smile is only slightly different and the laugh an octave lower, but virtually the same. Dick was staring at his dead brother’s doppelganger. 

He had snapped a photo and raced back to home, dying to show the others. From there, two things had begun. The first was an all out investigation on the person known as Y/N, from Cass and Stephanie befriending him at the salon, and the brother’s befriending him outside of his work. Even Bruce began helping and ‘accidentally’ running into Y/N. The more they got to know Y/N, the more it began to soothe the wound that B/N had left when he passed. Physically, they were different besides the eyes. However, everything else was so unfairly like B/N, that if someone told Bruce that B/N was alive and just got plastic surgery and changed his name to Y/N, he would believe them. 

Y/N cracked the same jokes, folded his hands in the same way, and had the same look when listening. Like every word spoken was the gospel and the person speaking deserved to be heard. 

Y/N’s parents, from the deep dive Tim did, could be bribed. Their silence could be bought and compliance forced. Dad had a criminal history, and mom preferred to buy love from gigolos then shower her child in it. It was too easy. Almost insultingly so. 

Which is why when CPS called saying they got a complaint, and that Y/N was to be placed in the foster care of Bruce Wayne, the parents didn’t throw a fit or cry out for their son that was being placed in the back of a black car. 

Bruce could only offer his shoulder as Y/N had sobbed on the new bed, in a new room, in a new place. 

“Th-they’re not bad par-parents! Why would someone call?” Bruce rubbed Y/N’s back comfortingly, listening and saying nothing as Y/N continued to cry, “They-they didn’t even fight for me Bruce. They just watched.” It was a rough transition, but it was made. Y/N had kept to himself for the most part, until around the second week where he started to emerge more from his room and hang around the other kids. 

It would be two months in which Y/N began to notice some things. At first it started with shopping. 

“C’mon, Y/N! It’s your favorite store.” He stared up at the high end fashion stores and he knows that never in his life has he ever been in here. His family was too poor to buy anything outside of a thrift store. 

Nevertheless, he narrowed his eyes but played along. He watched the price tally up enough to give him a stroke, and he nearly passed out when Dick simply pulled out a card without batting an eyelash. 

“Y/N, it’s your favorite restaurant!” Y/N hates this type of food. 

“Y/N! I got it in your favorite color.” This is definitely not his favorite color. 

“Y/N, your favorite show is on.” 

“Y/N, your favorite-” 

“Y/N-”

“Y/N-” 

“Y/N-” 

“B/N-” 

“What did you just call me?” Y/N met Damian’s green eyes in bewilderment. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the younger boy, and he glanced around to the paused Tim. It was a genuine question, but the alarm bells began ringing louder than ever. 

Everything slowly falling into place as the actions began to fall into place. 

“It was a mix up in names.” Y/N narrowed his eyes, but let it slide. But then it happened again. And again. And again. It got the point that it was becoming a habit to respond. Y/N caught himself a few times, and he began to wonder if this was some new psychological trick. 

Like calling a puppy by a new name until it responds. Thing thing is, is that it isn’t even a new name. Its the name of their dead brother, B/N. 

Everyone knows how B/N Wayne died. It wasn’t a secret and it became the reason for one of the biggest Grants in Gotham. B/N Wayne had died tragically in a car accident. A driver under the influence had T-boned B/N’s car, causing it to flip and to steer into the side of the bridge. It’s only because its Gotham that the rails didn’t break, but the damage had already been done. B/N Wayne had been pronounced dead on the scene and the driver arrested. Now, the Wayne family funds one of the biggest grants in Gotham, possibly the East Coast, for families who have lost someone to a DUI accident. 

Bruce can remember staring into the cold and bloody face of his son. The skin was pale and looking like wax, and those E/C eyes were forever closed. He held those bruised cheeks within his hands and he cried for the child that will never be an adult. 

Then, a few years later, Y/N L/N shows up out of nowhere with the same eyes and personality. Smiling the same way, laughing the same way, and even having the same mannerisms. Bruce saw his son in Y/N, and wanted nothing more than to take him home. The rational part of Bruce knows that Y/N was not B/N, and that it would be cruel to everyone if he continued to act like it. 

B/N would have hated it. 

Yet, as Bruce continued to watch Y/N get in his old car, one that was bought from a seedy person but a necessity because Y/N’s house was nowhere near his work, Bruce couldn’t stop the lurch in his throat or the way his heart almost stopped. Pictures of the wreck, of his son’s cold and emotionless face, filled his mind the same way his parents’ dead bodies do. Forever haunting. 

When Y/N had been brought to the manor, Bruce made the rule clear: Y/N is to never drive. It’s an easy rule that everyone follows. Even Alfred, the only one who could see how wrong all of this was, abided by the rule. 

Slowly but surely, everything was falling into place. They were so entranced with the idea of B/N being back that they had momentarily forgotten something. Y/N knows he is not B/N.

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“Y/N do not get in that driver’s seat!” He slammed his foot on the petal, and the screeching of tires only momentarily hurt his ears. Y/N knows, he knows he is just encouraging them to chase. This had turned into a cat and mouse chase, and by taking off and driving away, Y/N was only encouraging them to follow. 

It's not like he could go anywhere. His credit and debit were all tied back to Bruce, he had no family (because those assholes are the reason he is in this situation), no friends willing to stick up to the Wayne family (not that he blames them), and he has only known Gotham. There is nowhere for him to go. 

He knows this. Y/N knows this like he knows himself. 

Yet, he needed to get away. Just for a bit. Just to have a moment to himself where he is Y/N, and not B/N. Not the dead child that has yet to come back to the Wayne family. Although, with how obsessive and possessive they were acting with Y/N, perhaps it is best that B/N does stay buried. 

Y/N did not go into Gotham. He instead went towards the mountain range. B/N had died in Gotham. He had died in a car, in the driver’s seat, in Gotham City. Y/N was mad, yes. He was irritated and fed-up. However, he wasn’t cruel. As much as he wanted to, and he played with the idea like it was his favorite toy, he couldn’t bring himself to cause that much pain to Bruce, to Alfred, or even to the siblings. Maybe if they were abusive assholes and just terrible people doing this to be terrible. However, with his time spent with them, Y/N knows they aren’t terrible people. How can terrible people love someone as much as they loved B/N… right?

As much as his conscience encouraged him to, begged for him to, Y/N just couldn’t do it. So, he drove to the mountains, tears racing down his cheeks as he literally drove away from his problems and from the life he was chained to have. There is nowhere he could go that they couldn’t find him. 

For fuck’s sake, he’s positive that worse comes to worse, they will call on Superman to help them locate him. Batman, for how proud he was, would do anything to locate his kids. That is something even Y/N knew. It was something that he had to come to terms with, and it felt that the whole Justice League was going to be his enemy if he ever decided to run away. 

Y/N hit the steering wheel in anger. Six months ago he would have never done that, not to this beautiful car that was worth more than his life, but the frustration of it all had basically erupted. At least, here in the privacy of the car, he could vent and let out all the months of frustration and heartbreak. 

Heartbreak because Y/N knows that they don’t love him for Y/N. They only love him as the replacement for B/N. All they see is B/N unless Y/N is doing something that B/N would never do. 

‘Y/N, come back.’ The text message caused him to floor it, his vision blurring for a few seconds and the sight of a deer in the middle of the godforsaken road had him slamming on the brakes and nearly losing control. The screeching of tires and burnt smell of rubber had Y/N pulling over and catching his breath. 

Tears continued to stream down his face and he shakily removed his hands from the steering  wheel. He was breathing heavily as he did so, and he could feel his chest aching as the realization of what had happened. Turning around, he took in the empty road behind him and counted down the seconds before one of them would show up. He contemplated running. Forget the car and just start running to who knows where because this fucking sucks! 

All of this! This whole entire situation is just so messed up and the worst part about it is that Y/N knows it could be worse. He’s not locked in a basement. He’s not chained up or drugged, or anything really. It’s just… its not him their affections are going towards, its the ghost of the child who is gone. 

Gritting his teeth, Y/N tried starting the car only for the ignition to get stuck and no amount of jiggling, cursing, begging, or crying moved it. 

“Fucking hell!” He hit the steering wheel again. He got out of the car, and in a fit of rage, he kicked the tire. Sort of like an animal trapped in a cage, he began pacing back and forth in front of the car, seething with rage. 

His phone dinged, and Y/N didn’t even bother to read the text. He threw the phone across the road into the thickets beside the road. Y/N let out a loud rage-filled scream, and then sat next to the car. His back resting against the waxed door and he waited patiently for the sound of an engine, which wasn’t too long. 

Looking out on the road, he could see the silhouette of a motorcycle, and he knows that it is Jason. Which is… odd. Him and Jason haven’t talked as much as he and the others have. Jason was sort of a sore subject in the house, and whenever he was over tensions were somewhat high. Not enough to stop Dick from being friendly, but enough for Y/N to escape whenever he was there.

“What do you want?” Y/N bit out at the large man as he hopped off the motorcycle and loomed in front of the crouched boy. When the helmet came off, Y/N was expecting to see an angry or even annoyed expression. One that would show Y/N just how irritated Jason was of having to drive out to the middle of nowhere to pick him up. 

He wasn’t expecting to see the frantic look in Jason’s eyes. The man grabbed Y/N;s bicep and yanked him up, making the teen yelp in shock. Frazzled E/C met angry green, “You have a lot of nerve doing that,” Jason growled out and Y/N scrunched his nose in irritation. 

“I have a lot of nerve? You all have a lot of nerve for treating me the way you do!” He pushed Jason’s chest, but the man’s grip only tightened, “How are we treatin’ ya, huh? Ya’ get great food, great clothes, ya’ neve have to worry about money. So just what are ya’ throwing a fit for?!” Y/N sometimes forgets that Jason is also an alley kid, but he would recognize that accent anywhere. 

“As if any of that is for me.” Jason stilled and Y/N glared up at him, “Ya’ ain’t doin’ it because ya’ care about me. You’re only doin’ it because ya’ see me as B/N!” Jason looked ready to shoot him, and some part of Y/N was hoping that he did. 

“We don’t-” 

“Don’t lie to me!” Y/N screeched, and hit Jason’s chest again. Jason releases his grip, making Y/N stumble for a bit, “I know ya’ all don’t see me. Ya’ll just see the parts of B/N that ya’ want to see. If I didn’t act like him, or look like him, ya’ would have never talked to me in the first place.” A truth that was painful to admit but it had to be said. Y/N stared at Jason with tears racing down his cheeks as the bitter and painful truth filled the air between them. 

“I know ya’ wouldn’t have befriended me, or whatever the hell this is. I know it, because there is nothing about me that strikes ya’ all besides the fact that my eyes and apparently my personality is similar to his.” Y/N took a deep breath, choking down sobs and wishing for his eyes to stop crying, “I know none of ya’ would have even glanced my way because what else do I have that any of ya’ could want?” 

What else is he other than a replacement? If Y/N had different eyes and a different sense of humor, he would have nothing that the Wayne family would want. He would just be another passerby on the street. Another stranger working in a nail salon who just so happens to be a regular at the coffee shop next door. 

Another soul that Gotham would have swallowed up within her dark secrets.

The simple truth is that Y/N is nothing but a placeholder. A cheap imitation. He is nothing but a puppy that parents give to their child after their other dog just died. A ‘feel better’ thing until the pain passes and then forgotten. 

That is all Y/N is. That is all he will ever be. If he were to die, they wouldn’t mourn ‘Y/N.’ They would mourn another fragment of B/N. 

Jason swallowed thickly, and a lot gentler than he did before now that anger has subsided and he has a crying teen in front of him, he placed his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He expected the flinch, just not one that made him wince. 

“Y/N, I…” But what can he say to all the facts that are clearly presented before him? Jason didn’t know of Y/N outside of the manor. He never met Y/N at the coffee shop, or simply running into him on the streets.

He knew that the situation was fucked up. Hell, Jason himself had felt like a replacement for Robin, and it took a while for him to get over that he was not a replacement, just simply a new Robin. However, Y/N was a replacement for B/N. He was a bandaid for the family to heal. 

Jason himself is guilty for using him like a replacement, and he wonders if B/N would be pissed at all of them for doing so. He would put money on ‘yes.’ Y/N’s livid at them.

“I know that this situation is fucked, and this isn’t how you would want to live. But from alley kid to alley kid, it's a pretty good situation.” Y/N rolled his eyes, and glared at Jason, “Of course you can see the positive because you’re part of the problem!” 

Yeah, Jason saw that coming. It was a cheap excuse but he really didn’t have an answer. He stared down at the sobbing teen, and he could feel guilt crawling into his chest. He may have never asked for his brothers to do this, but he sure is being compliant with all of this. 

“Do you want out of there that badly?” Y/N looked up at Jason through the tears, and Jason could feel his heart strings tug. 

“What?” 

“Do you want out that badly? Do know if ya’ leave, ya’ can’t really have a normal life. They’ll track ya’ down wherever ya’ go.” Y/N knows this. He knows that wherever he goes he doomed to have followers. Nevertheless, the idea was too appealing. 

“Yes, please.” If he had looked closer he would have noticed how the smile Jason had became a bit sharper, and the green in his eyes more intense. 

“Okay, c’mon. I may not be able to get ya’ out of Gotham, but I can at least hide ya’ until they calm down.” From one cage to another, Y/N followed Jason to his bike and wrapped his arms around the other. 

Y/N doesn’t know, but Jason is a ball and chain all on his own. Once Y/N is in a safehouse, Jason will talk to the others to have them ‘adjust’ their attitudes. They may still see him as B/N, but they’ll hide it until they can finally see him as Y/N. Only then will the obsession grow. 

For now, Y/N needs a break to calm down. As do the bats. Its only temporary housing. Thats it. From one cage to another, and Y/N has gone willingly to both. 

[navia3000]

Electric Touch - C. Kent

Pairings : Clark Kent x intern!Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None, I think

Summary : After not dating for a while, Clark’s heart is restarted by her electric touch

Based On : Electric Touch by Taylor Swift

A/N : I think this might be my longest work to date, and I’m excited! I don’t really know how much I like this but oh well.

Masterlist

Requests are OPEN

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Clark didn’t date. At least, not after Lois. When Lois told him she was done, that she couldn’t take the stress of not just dating Clark, but dating Superman, he vowed not to date again. And he stuck to his vow. He drowned himself in his work, both at the Daily Planet and as the Earth’s protector. He kept himself busy, refusing any girl Jimmy tried setting him up with. Until her.

When Clark heard there would be a new intern in the Daily Planet, he thought nothing of it. But then, she walked in and it was as though his broken heart resurrected and glued itself back together, beating only for her.

She was kind and compassionate. She would take on any extra assignments given to her. She would bring the whole office coffee just because. She would volunteer to review people’s papers. She would give her lunch to the homeless in the streets, always saying that they needed it more than she did. And slowly, she won Clark’s heart.

The crush the two of them had on each other was obvious. It was obvious in the way he would linger around her desk, the way there was always a cup of coffee waiting for her at her desk, the way he would visibly perk up at the mention of her. It was obvious in the way she would always blush when he directed his word at her, the way she couldn’t meet his eye when he stared at her, the way she would laugh at his jokes, no matter how horrible they were.

And, finally, he gathered the courage to ask her on a date. It was a Tuesday, the Daily Planet buzzing with another front page Superman exclusive. Clark was early. A fact which surprised many of the Daily Planet staff. He walked in, two coffee cups in hand, beelining straight to her desk.

“Good morning,” she spoke once he reached her, red sneaking its way into her cheeks.

“Good morning,” he smiled as he handed her the coffee. “Latte with vanilla syrup,” her favorite coffee from her favorite coffee shop.

“Thank you, Clark.” Her eyes straying to his every three seconds. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to!” He spoke a little too quickly, “I mean, it’s really no problem.” What he failed to mention is that the cafe was five blocks out of his way to work.

They both sat in an awkward silence, her sipping from her coffee, him leaning against her desk.

“Uhm, I was thinking,” nervousness creeped its way into his tone, “if you weren’t busy, would you maybe want to go catch a movie with me this weekend?” She stared at him in surprise. He panicked. “I mean, of course, only if you’re free. And only if you want. You don’t have to say yes, I just thought may-”

“I would love to,” she cut him off, the smile he came to look forward to seeing making itself at home on her face.

“Great! Awesome, I’ll pick you up at seven this Saturday?”

“That works,” she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Awesome. It’s a date,” and with that, he made his way over to his desk, pretending to be nonchalant when he really wanted to celebrate her saying yes to a date with him.

And so, there he was, fixing the collar of his shirt, ready to go on his first date in two years. “Just breathe,” he kept reminding himself. “It’s gonna be ok, I mean, you’re Superman for gods sake.” His pep talk was not working, for his hands still shook with nervousness and anticipation.

He kept muttering words of encouragement under his breath all the way to her apartment. He didn’t stop until he stood in front of the door, hand hovering in the air, seconds before knocking. He took a deep breath as his hand knocked on her door.

The door swung open. There she was, standing in all her glory. Clark’s pep talk flew out the window as he took her in: her hair, her jacket and jeans, her smile, her smile. She looked equally as nervous and excited as he was.

“Hey,” he sounded breathless, “you look… you look very pretty,” he mentally slapped himself. Pretty? That’s it? But, could you blame him? After months of yearning for this girl, he was finally able to take her out. He even went so far as to reach out to the Justice Gang, asking them to take over for the night so he would have no interruptions.

She giggled, “thank you. You look very handsome.” The compliment made his cheeks redden, which made her smile grow even more.

“Ready to go?” She nodded, and the two left her apartment complex, making their way to the theater. As they walked, their hands brushed, making the pair blush even more.

The conversation flowed as they reached the theater, Clark, ever the gentleman, opening the door for her.

After insisting to pay for her snacks, they made their way to their seats. “So, what are watching?” She asked, her hand reaching into his popcorn and eating it gleefully. He smiled at her not-so-sneaky theft.

“Well, I remember you saying Pride and Prejudice was your favorite, so I pulled a couple strings and asked them to play it tonight.” He watched as she sat, a stunned look on her face. Her surprise made him nervous, maybe he did too much and he was scaring her away. But then, a smile slowly crept its way into her face. She looked at him as if she was really seeing him, as if she was seeing past the his pretend nonchalance and was seeing a man who truly cared for her.

“Thank you,” was all she said. After a few minutes, he pretended not to notice her hand sneaking his popcorn.

The movie began, and while he knew he should be paying attention to the movie, he couldn’t help but sneaking glances at her. He noticed everything. He noticed her mouth reciting the lines of the movie, clear evidence that she had seen the movie way too many times. He noticed the tears pooling at her eyes as Lizzie left Darcy after he professed his love for her. And he noticed how, as the minutes ticked by, she leaned closer and closer to him. Somehow, towards the middle of the film, her hand had made its way into his.

The movie ended and they left the theater, however, her hand never left his. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, being brought back to life by her. As they walked hand in hand, their conversation never stopped. It felt as though they were made for each other. And boy, he hoped they were. Because this girl was able to make him feel things he hadn’t felt, not even with Lois. He felt at peace, he felt as though finally, the world wasn’t resting at his shoulders. He wasn’t Superman, no, he was Clark. Just Clark.

Back at her apartment door, neither of them wanted the night to end. They stood facing each other, banter flowing easily between the both of them.

“I’m not that bad,” he exclaimed.

“Clark, everyday you’re like an hour late. That’s pretty bad,” she laughed.

“Well, if anything I’m late because I go out of my way to bring you coffee.”

“I don’t remember asking you to do that.”

“No, but, I want to. I like doing it,” his voice lowered.

“Why is that?” She looked at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“Because it gives me an excuse to talk to you,” his eyes looked anywhere but hers.

“Clark, you don’t need to use coffee as an excuse to talk to me. I don’t know if you noticed but I like talking to you.”

His eyes snapped to hers, “you do?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have said yes to tonight if I didn’t.” He laughed, making her smile.

“No, I suppose not. You know, Jimmy has mentioned you having a crush on me a couple of times.”

He watched in amusement as she groaned and threw her head back. “Ugh, he wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

“It’s ok,” he squeezed her hand, “cause I like you too.” They stared at each other, the air becoming charged with tension. He watched as she began to lean in, and, finally, her lips found their home in his. The kiss was gentle, slow, like they had all the time in the world. But it was also electric. It jumpstarted Clark’s heart, and he knew then, in the heat of her electric touch, that he finally got it right.

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[rekino2114]

Could you do a Nemona x S/O reader? Like one centering around it being their anniversary of them getting together. They gift Nemona a starter from their home region.

Celebrating your anniversary with nemona

There are very few things that nemona loves more than battling, but one of those is certainly you, the moment she spends with you are by far the best moments in her entire life, you just make her feel so loved and understood so she was incredibly hyped and happy to celebrate the anniversary of the day the two of you got together

She woke up excited and you could feel that every time she interacted with anyone, she could not go five minutes without mentioning you or that it was your anniversary. And it was even worse with you, she constantly mentioned how hyped she was for what you had planned but also didn't want to get the surprise ruined so she told you to not spoil anything

When the school day finished, you invited her to your dorm, and so she went to her own room to grab her gift and followed you. You told her to close her eyes and held her hand and then once you were in your room nemona opened her eyes and found you holding a pokemon in her face, she gasped and switched her gaze between the pokemon and your smile

"Y-y/n is that pokemon.....for me?"

"Yep it sure i-"

You didn't even finish speaking as nemona hugged you incredibly tightly before kissing you all over your face

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thaaaankkkk youuuu!!! I love you so much y/n I swear"

"O-ok calm down nemona"

"S-sorry I'm just so excited!"

Nemona broke the hug and started looking intensely at the pokemon you got her

"What species is it? I don't think I ever saw this type of pokemon in paldea"

"Well you'd be right about that, you know how I'm from another region right?"

"Yeah"

"Well I phoned an old professor I know and managed to get my hands on one of the starters from my home region, to be honest, I didn't really know which one you'd prefer so I just chose the one me and my rival didn't choose, I hope you don't mind"

"Babe I love this. It's so cute, and I bet it'll be super strong once I train it and it evolves"

Nemona turned towards the pokemon and leaned her head near it, smiling very widely

"You hear that little guy? I'll train you to be so strong and then me and y/n will get to have an actual starter vs starter fight, it'll be soooo awesome"

The pokemon got nervous at nemona's excitement and backed away while emitting its cry much to your girlfriend's disappointment

"C-calm down a bit nemona ok? Why don't you catch it first?"

You handed her a pokeball as she smiled

"Oh yeah of course, i-i hope it'll work"

You put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly

"I'm sure it will, and I'm even more sure that it will love having you as its trainer"

Nemona nodded and flashed you a determined smile before throwing the pokeball right at the pokemon which got engulfed in a blue light before being captured in it. The ball started spinning as nemona crossed her fingers and muttered under her breath

"Come on, come on, come on, come on"

The pokeball moved once....then twice...and then thrice and it finally confirmed that the capture was complete prompting nemona to hug you tightly again

"I-it worked....t-that means it likes me right?"

"Of course, I'm sure you'll do a great job training it"

"You can bet on it and we'll have so many battles to train it"

"Y-you're already thinking about that?"

"Of course"

You sweated a bit looking at her bright smile, you could practically see the fire in her orange eyes

"I....should have probably expected that"

"Hehe, you know how I am babe, but thankfully I know I have an amazing partner who can keep up with all of my battles"

"I definitely can, you know I love battling you almost as much as I love you"

Nemona blushed a bit and giggled before she got closer to you and you two kissed

"Hey y/n......I love you....getting with you one year ago...was the best choice I ever made"

"The same goes for me"

You two went for another kiss and as you hugged each other happy and basking in the warmth of the person you loved most

[o-sunny-day]

….ok so ( @forgettable-au go read it. its so good.)

this is one of those rare times where not even visuals can explain exactly the feelings because holy shit

I WAS RIGHT.

I AM MATPAT!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WAS SO RIGHT ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT AND HOLY SHIT???????????

ok ok ok ok ok

gonna attempt to break this down in a comprehensible way that also isnt as long as the bible (probably will be but, stick with me here.)

Saw this and FIRST OF ALL, LOVE THE ART, LOVE HIS MANNERISMS IN GENERAL, HES SO AWESOME, I LOVE HIM

And also “HA I KNEW IT!!! THIS IS GONNA BE A LOT ABOUT THE TAPE!” pretty obvious but like- let me have my victory

second of all AAAAAA! AAAAAAA! ECHO FLOWER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! ON HIS DESK!!!!! WHYYY???? HES SO SILLYY???? 😭😭😭

He definitely comes across to me as the kind of guy who would talk to himself a lot cause he…doesnt…really….talktoanyonelse- BUT YAY! CONFIRMED!

also “or C……” STOP STOPPING IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR GODAMN SENTENCES *shaking wingdings*

FINISH THE THOUGHT

Biggest part here that had me stunned was…

I was right. about the tape….

“Establish connection” with T H E P L A Y E R

“Beyond the surface” is O U R W O R L D.

“HEAVEN”

I WAS RIGHT RRAAAAHHHH

(also dude not, this is not heaven dawg, Turn back you don’t wanna be here😭)

BUT THEN THE SILLIES!! AWWWWW

DUDE. SANS. YOUR BRO IS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA 😭😭 hes probably telling a stupid joke about a bar

and this is the last time we ever see them being happy ever again 😌

dawg you have no fucking clue

AND I WAS RIGHT!!!!!!

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, I WILL BE RECEIVING MY REWARD,

also just crying that Wingdings and Alphys call each other “Dr” and not just by their names because wingdings doesn’t really see Alphys as anything more than a work colleague so Alphys in turn doesnt feel like getting too comfortable ‘round him

finale:

OPEN MOUTH!🫵OPEN MOUTH!🫵

PAPYRUS

I MISSED YOU YOU STUPID(smart) GOOFBALL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAUUUUGGHHHH OH MY GOD THIS WAS JUST FEEDING MY EGO AND ME GAPING AT THE SCREEN THE WHOLE TIME 😭😭😭 I WAS RIGHT!!! IT WAS ABOUT THE TAPE, THE TAPE WAS GASTER, THE THING WAS SET UP BY GASTER(maybe), AND FLOWEY AND PAPYRUS ARE GONNA GO INTO THE UNDERGROUND LIKE HANDPLATES GOING INTO THE LAB TO JOG THEIR MEMORIES STYLE!!!!

Hope it doesnt end up how that did though…

oh also new Discord pfp just dropped

BUT JUST AAAAUUUGHHHHHH GOD

I dont have any theories cause this was all just confirmation like “mhm, yep, and yep :3”

all I have are feelings on WINGDINGSSSSSSSSSS, CAUSE…. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭😭😭

THIS MAN.

Right now, hes filled with so much joy and whimsy …..and thats just all gonna go down the drain… :(

These moments/lines are probably my favorite just because… THEY FILL ME WITH JOY!!! HES SUCH A NERD. HES FILLED WITH JOY. AND WHIMSY!!!!! HES HAVING FUN

*GASP* ROLL CREDITS!!!!!!!!

My favorite part of Forgettable is when Wingdings forgets and Sans forgets and Alphys forgets and…. and…… uhm…… what- uhhhhh what were the other characters names? uhm… uhhhhh…. uh… Forget….uhm…

[ranticore]

ok i honestly think its a really funny and awesome power move for worldbuilding to go "listen the centaurs are Here and we arent going to think too hard about how they got here. if you want to play in this space with me then you just need to take my hand and trust me on this" because for me at least the temptation to get really in the weeds on the details of everything becomes kind of overwhelming. i think being able to say "thats not relevant to the themes this setting explores" is a really necessary thing bc it lets you (and me, the disembodied voice speaking for all readers) focus more on whats actually important to the setting, which is puritanism and 60s harpy bands.

i did want to ask - it seems pretty fair to assume that relationships between even heterosexual members of different beastman...clades(? it feels a bit loaded to call them races) would be kinda taboo given the strictness of the setting, but how are inter-clade friendships viewed/how common are they? there's some cute art of bovine and equine centaur ladies dancing together imitating a stallion duel, so presumably?? it would be following horse centaur social standards as they seem to be the dominant culture, meaning a friendship between, say, a male bovine centaur and a female equine centaur would be pretty side-eyed, im assuming. what about harpy-centaur friendships? are they subjected to different standards given the more obvious differences between harpies and centaurs?

i'm also delightedly chewing on the tidbids from your harpy band reply. in particular i find it really interesting that you've placed ironwall up in the north as a place of low socioeconomic status compared to the primarily-human south, since that north/south divide of classism and discrimination is, to my understanding, smth thats been alive throughout british history. the idea of musical cross-culturamism is also so interesting also bc like you say, human society and ironwall society have different standards around stuff like gender and relationships, so imagining like, ironwall being all tittilated by the beatles still being together until their late 20s only for them breaking up reinforcing the idea of "yes male homosocial behaviour is never able to last past a certain point" is kind of funny. its so so so interesting that ironwall is insular not just in that it rejects Foreign Influence internally but also the outside world is largely uninterested in it too and prefers all the beastmen nicely partitioned away, bc that adds so much potebtial room for subcultural stuff like this when the streams do cross.

i'd be super interested if you ever found the time/inspiration to go deeper into what punk and goth fashion would look like for centaurs and harpies, since i immediately imagined mohawk manes and imped or dyed quills, emphasising the animal part of oneself in a confrontational way - which can of course tie into your very correct point that punk =/= progressive, and the existence of ultra-conservative bioessentialist/natural-ist factions in the worldbuilding. those are really neat btw; i like that youve sidestepped the whole "back to nature peaceful progressive movement" idea to be like "no these guys also suck". everything in ironwall is kind of sucks in its own special way and its awesome.

just got enraptured by the idea of traditional centaur folk dances incorporating rhythmic drumming patterns of hoofbeats -> evolving into "modern" tap dancing with horseshoes. thats not really related to anything but im reading this all over coffee and its starting to take hold on my brain

anyway i will read stbh SoonTM once ive finished inhaling your entire blog. thank you for your patience with Me, the worlds premiere overexcited worldbuilding labrador

ya, suspension of disbelief in the manner you describe in the first paragraph is the default state for fiction but in online speaces like this, that is often forgotten (mainly b/c this space we exist in grew out of fandom, and fandom thrives on encylopaedia-like worldbuilding styles, but has little to work with when it comes to complete, wrapped up speculative stories, so these are not fandomised to such an extent). anyway as well as that, i think a lot of artist and writer worldbuilders on tumblr do enjoy getting stuck in the weeds and that's #valid but in a lot of cases, there is a defensive quality to explaining every little thing which pre-empts audience questions and attempts to get ahead of imagined future accusations of poor worldbuilding.

ok to the questions: relationships between even heterosexual members of different beastman types - friendships have never been discouraged, it's very very common especially in a space like Ironwall which is highly mixed compared to its surrounding enclaves. the fact that the bovine & equine centaurs you describe can't procreate is the key to it not really being especially taboo as the forces which organise sex segregation in ironwall are sexual in nature (and the herd is the arena for procreation, passing on generational wealth and status, etc). however that doesn't mean opposite-sex friendship is universally acceptable. bulls face similar "aggressive time bomb" stereotyping as stallions. centaurs and harpies will exist in different social circles (not universally, but i mean. the infrastructure segregates them) so it's not AS common for that sort of friendship but again it's fine really

ironwall vs southern music culture - people of ironwall are minorities on a global scale and are very strongly aware of it. but it means they can be rabidly insular, too, because the stronger and more dominant culture in the country is not for them. they are outcompeted on nearly every manufacturing stage, so it is a direct threat to their livelihoods - and, therefore, ability to live in the only city with compatible infrastructure - when 'foreign' businesses start to undercut them. they get defensive because they see a threat of cultural extinction, which swings them back around to conservatism in the 21st century. music is just one facet of this. when you turn on the radio and all you hear is americans, it IS annoying.

because of this, people in ironwall are PAINFULLY aware of social norms outside their city and enclaves. they can make their gay jokes about the beatles all they like, but they know the deal. the larger dominant culture can afford to be completely, carelessly ignorant of all outside its borders, but the smaller cannot ever.

punk fashions - all i can say is yeah probably that all (dyed feathers etc) sounds about right, but again like u said not all punks take an inherently progressive, reclamatory approach to their bodies. sometimes it's just a music scene with a nebulously anti-status-quo aesthetic. but for those with that reclamatory stance, the expressions veer harder into androgyny and gender bending (sometimes in a way which is ultimately transphobic lol. but what's new) than comparative human punk scenes. more cross-dressing basically. for the birds which have dimorphic plumage it was common enough for that to be dyed black across the board, with the goal of making it difficult to tell sex at a glance.

folk dances - this is a trajectory that makes sense to me, though even in the modern day it's important that the hooves are covered by fabric in polite company so i guess you'd end up with something resembling that dance where the dancers wear floor-length skirts and use teensy steps so that they appear to be floating around on castors with no visible disturbance to the dresses (thanks to beroidae in the replies: it's called берёзка!)

i'm glad you're having fun !!! enjoy da book

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #317

1. I found a Fic through a fanart here on Tumblr, essentially crowley and aziraphale own a cottage together and try and fail to beak bread the human way, they then go on a stargazing date and aziraphale miracles it so crowley can see the stars, its not NSFW or anything like that they don't kiss or anything but the ones people have been saying it is do have those tags. it's 5 chapters, I believe, and I can not find it anywhere, beautifully written too. - anon

2. Hi! I lost a fic that I can’t find. It was a human au where Crowley is a professional sub who worked with Tracy and they were teaching Az to Dom, specifically with impact play. I think it was part of a series but I’m not sure. I remember a bunch of little details like A and C having snuggys for after and how Crowley thought over the knee was too intimate for a first scene. If you could help that would be great! Idk how to search for it. Thanks! - anon

3. Hello lovely mods! I’m so greatly for all the hard work you do! I’ve been looking for a specific fic for a while now and I hope you can help. I read it on Ao3 over a year ago. It’s a post S1 fic, S2 non-compliant. I can’t remember where it’s set but Azi and Crowley aren’t in London. They are walking across a bridge and Azi mentions wishing it was snowing. Crowley miracles it to snow, causing Azi to realize Crowley is always doing what he asks him and they confess their love to each other. There’s also a scene where Crowley miracles them visions of historical locations they didn’t witness together??? They didn’t time travel but he made it seem like they were there. At the end I’m pretty sure they visit their future cottage. It was such a fluffy fic and I’ve been thinking about it since I read it. - @prof-chillvibes

4. Hello all! First of all, thank you so much for everything you do for the fandom. Whether it's helping us find a fic we lost, providing us with specific recommendations for our odd requests, or just providing us with perfectly compiled lists to browse . . . you are all awesome and we appreciate the work you do! Secondly, I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? I haven't read it, but the summary sounded great and now, because I clicked the wrong thing, it's lost to the ether. I remember the summary started "Eden has fallen" and it seemed to be a story about a collapsing environment where scientists have created two sentient robot/creatures whose names are made from numbers (and who are actually Crowley and Aziraphale) to sort out the problem. I know the request is vague, but help to find it would be appreciated. - @tamsinwriting

5. Hello. I have been looking for a fanfic I've been having trouble finding by myself. It doesn't help that I keep going down rabbit holes and reading unrelated fics. So if anyone could help me, that would be freat. To be honest, with how hard it's been for me to find the fic I'm looking for, I'm starting to think I imagined the whole thing, but I SWEAR to myself that I did read this fic. Anyway, here is what I know about the fic. In this fanfic, Aziraphale creates a lot of art of Crowley. Of course as an immortal, he has to deal with losing his art because so many things just don’t last forever. Aziraphale also has to deal with hiding his art from Heaven, especially since his art focuses on Crowley. The fic also mentioned something about angels not being allowed to keep material possessions. At one point, a house that Aziraphale used to keep his art was destroyed after being away for a long time, and that leaves him devastated. Years later, Aziraphale finds out that his work has been given to a  museum. At one point, Crowley sees all the art of himself and learns that Aziraphale made all of them.  I don’t remember how it ends, but I think Crowley does end up stealing back all of Aziraphale’s art from the museum. I tried going to Reddit to find this fic and I haven't been able to find it yet. I did read some great recs! Still if anyone can find the fic I'm looking for, I would really appreciate it. - @bavi0801

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[thegrinningghost]

Waiting

Prompt: Starscream and Skyfire reuniting, but to the storyline, lyrics and vibes of WYFILWMA (EPIC)

Characters: Starscream and Sky/Jetfire

TW / CW: alluded to attempts of su!c ; please be safe and don’t get any ideas or don’t read if you’re feeling too emotionally or mentally vulnerable to handle it, even if it’s minor, thank you!

Credits: Concept belongs to awesome-normal-heroes | Characters belong to Hasbro, Universal and all the other creators of Transformers | Moodboard and story belongs to me

Tag(s): @awesome-normal-heroes

— •

It had been years. Long, slow years full of rotten memories and broken promises. Perhaps it was fated that he’d lose himself to his pride. After all, he’d already lost his love to the snow, and then to his rage. Even still, years of war had not killed is gentle heart, no matter how hard he fought to disagree. Hardened, but not gone. 

It wasn’t often that he left for a place to rest, but certain habits had to be broken in order to continue traditions. Although, he wasn’t entirely sure why he kept up this tradition. It had been far too long; far too long for him to have been able to survive, far too long for attempted communication, and far too long for him to have been considered being forgiven. There was a point to his visits, though. He knew that. And it wasn’t just attempting to freeze himself on every trip.

The air was warmer this time around. He supposed that his jets didn’t help. Time and time again would he come back to the Antarctic. It was the first place he lost him, sure, but it was also the place they would go to escape. There was a surprising comfort in the white that contrasted the grey from which they came. What used to be annoying minor inconveniences had come to be aspects he adored about this place. The still chills and the embraces they’d share when the winds got too strong. The tiny inhabitants, and the playful interactions that came from their curious inquiries. The water he feared, and its mysterious creatures that his lover often reassured posed no threat. 

All that used to seem like a blessing from this place turned rotten for Starscream. And for what reason? None other than the brutal wound he held from when he lost the other part of his spark. A world left behind, one that he could never return to.

— •

He had been wandering aimlessly, kicking up powdery dust as he went. The creatures would perk up, staring as though they recognized him, but he was far too different for such a belief. It wasn’t until one sound echoed from another. Birds. Tarn or Shag, he could never tell the difference. They were flying and diving eagerly, flocking towards one direction. Perhaps it was the nostalgia he received from being in such a place, but his curiosity was piqued, so he followed, shooting up towards the sky and following a ways above them. 

It had become a routine to sit by the sea for the shuttle. Ever since he was found, systems eaten away by the ice and time, he was stationed safely in his eternal home. Upon request by the Autobots, he was not supposed to leave. Too dangerous, one would say; he still needed time to recover and understand, would come another excuse. He wouldn’t argue with them, though. Most days he didn’t even have the energy to move, much less come up with a good enough reason to leave. Besides, he had nearly everything he could ever want: peace, a scientific station, and many natural occurrences to study. 

The Elephant seals had taken up playing next to his station more recently, and so he often sat out, watching and recording data about their habits. Sometimes other creatures would join, though they often got scared off by the larger animals around him. Today, however, it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. The Shags had settled upon the ground, some even on his shoulders and helm. They were peaceful, that way. His presence was one that offered them a place to rest without being in the reach of danger. And, of course, he appreciated their company.

But of course, there always was a bigger creature.

There was a faint whooshing sound before snow poofed up as something collided with the ground. The sudden movement spooked the birds and seals, even causing Skyfire to be startled. Most of the Autobots couldn’t fly, much less dive like that. And as for animals, none of them could make an impact as large as that. Fortunately, the mystery wasn’t long hidden. Unfortunately, the air was quick to tense as Skyfire stood, facing his deathly loyal ex-companion.

“Is it you,” the question echoed, causing the short seeker to turn, preparing a leave that would’ve been followed through had the frostbitten shuttle not continued. “Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing here, or am I dreaming once more?”

Starscream flinched when there was a sudden touch on his shoulder, a pale shadow covering his sight of escape. He couldn’t keep himself still, but he couldn’t bear moving. Not from him, not again. Skyfire searched his appearance, aching at the sight of every change that was made and everything that stayed slightly the same. “You look different. Your eyes look tired. Your frame is lighter, your smile torn.” Gently, he released his hand from the seeker’s shoulder, moving both of his servos to cup both sides of his star’s helm. “Is it really you my love?”

For a flicker of a moment, Starscream looked up at him. It was as though he was being stared at by the past, and in truth, he was. And due to that, he had to break away. “I am not the bot you fell in love with,” he began. “I am not the bot you once adored. I am not you kind and gentle conjunx, and I am not the love you knew before.”

That’s how he should’ve left it. Denied every question asked and escaped back into the cold winds of the sky. Far, far away from this world. The frost would embrace him and soon he would forget. But what was there to deny without asking something in return. A masterful deciever and expert at scheming traitorous acts, sure, but never one to miss up on an opportunity. And so, despite himself, he found himself looking back towards his embracing sky, questions slipping from his bitter spark one after one. “Would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all I’ve done? –the things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same? I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting for love.”

Skyfire smiled solemnly, stepping forward to reach for his star, a guiding light towards something that could be resparked. “What kinds of things did you do?”

Starscream turned, backing many paces far from his lover, turning with a glance towards the sky, dreading the trembling that occurred every night he fought not to remember. With a shaky breath, he began to quietly explain. “Left a trail of death on every planet as I traded allies like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands … but all of that was to bring me back to you!” His cry echoed across the sea as, what could be closest to tears, began to gather near his optics as he faced and called back to his lover once more. “So tell me: would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I’ve done? The things I can’t undo. I am not the star you knew! I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting–”

“If that’s true,” Skyfire interjected, bitting the rest of his words for a moment as he thought. He never was quite as good at scheming as his star was, but that isn’t to say he ever lacked ideas. With a strong idea and an absent smile, he continued, “could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labour that would bring me some peace.”

Seeing his star nod, he led him towards the station the Autobots lent him, starting up one of the computers that held all his research. Turning back to face his lover, a faint smile crossed his face at the shock and curiosity they wore before he coughed, gesturing towards the screen. “See this shut down file? Could you uncode its password, select everything inside, and transfer it far away from here.”

At first, Starscream was all too willing, but he recognized that file. The title was all too familiar. He snapped his head, perhaps a little too fast, towards Skyfire who stood as though the works inside were completely unimportant. He straightened himself out, words bitter as he spoke: “How could you say that? We had worked for that data through our tears and sweat. Collected it for cycles since the day we met. A symbol of our love everlasting,” he explained, voice rising as he took steps quicker and quicker towards who used to be a dear comrade. “Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way you’ll move it is if you tear my spark out, too!”

“Only my conjunx knew that, so I guess that makes him you!”

The two had been nearly touching when Starscream processed Skyfire’s words. He faltered, stumbling several steps back. “Sky …”

Skyfire smiled, bending down and reaching for his lover’s servos, gently entrapping them in his own. “I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don’t care how, where or when; no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine!” Suddenly, he stood, pulling Starscream up with him. “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my conjunx and I’ve been waiting, waiting–”

“–Skyfire …”

The shuttle broke down, as though everything they had dealt with together was being relived in a single sitting. Quickly, Starscream tugged him back into a sitting position, wrapping around Skyfire in a hug, holding him as the bot kept repeating empty words. “Waiting, waiting. Waiting, waiting, oh!”

He vented, voice unsteady as he looked down at his star, curled around him, to which he returned the gesture, finishing quietly what he had meant to say. “For you.”

— •

Against the stars sat two, gentle bots. One of a shorter stature with a fire in his spark, another with a mind like a gentle sea, returning chilling embraces. With a smile, Skyfire pulled Starscream close to him, wrapping an arm around him as he held their servos together. Quietly, he asked: “How long has it been?”

Starscream looked up at him, a silent laugh reverberating in his chassis as he leaned against Skyfire. “Twenty vorns.”

“I-I love you.”

[beloved-femboyish-girl]

men moaning/whimpering playlist rating

Going Rough on your Sub Boyfriend [Boyfriend ASMR] [Whimpering] ("CozyCub ASMR" deleted) -- F. False advertising. No more fucking or being rough.

Petting Your Sub Cat boy [Whimpering] [Bottom Neko] -- B. Not a fan of bitches saying "master" but bros a lil bratty kitt

Dominating your sub boyfriend on his birthday (kisses)[ASMR RP]M4F (official audio) -- D. no domination involved really.

Risky Gorou ASMR| Making Him Whimper From Teasing- NSFW? Gorou x Listener ( Genshin Impact) (excerpt of [NSFW Patreon Exclusive] Risky fun with Gorou behind a building [Bottom] [Blowjob] [Whimpering] [Petting] [NSFW] [Gorou x Listener] ASMR Roleplay 35:56) -- B. aww cute lil puppy boy aww bros EMBARASSED about his puppy taillll

Mommy's good boy -- F. lame whimpers. dont like how he says mommy

Making Your SUBMISSIVE Boyfriend WHIMPER! ⌈NSFW⌋ (official title: [Making Your SUBMISSIVE Boyfriend WHIMPER! ~ [Boyfriend ASMR] [Soft Voice] [Pleading]) -- C-. didnt know if this was gay at first. its fine

Needy Subby Boyfriend Wants Your Attention (ASMR) [M4F] [mommy] [mdlb] [spicy?] [kisses] [needy] -- F. dont like how he says mommy. ""mdlb"" bro talks about going to work out. is lil bro getting ripped. is lil bro getting gains? no. shut up about the gym. talking soft bc roommates are audible too

Ignoring ur subby boyfriend until he breaks (excerpt of Ignoring your subby boyfriend until he breaks (M4A)) -- A. exactly as advertised. fun acting. hes trying soo hard. hes been so good. fuck

100 Tier: "Stuffing The Bird.." A Pleasure Dom Fem!ListenerX Confident To Subby Hawks NSFW HARDCORE (M and NB variants)-- THEYRE BIRDS?? YOURE ACTUALLY BIRDS? kinda awesome B hes being too smug and overacting too fast. Dude are those kissing sounds or am i feeding him a WORM. His guttural breathing is freaking me out dude. mic glitches. ok my bad we're not feeding him worms we're feeding him PUSSYYY!!! + yuup we're tasing your balls bro. id bump up a letter for pain noises but its just too much besides that.

18+ Thoma x Listener| Sub Thoma Moans| Private Meeting At Komore|ASMR Roleplay| Genshin Impact (excerpt of [NSFW Patreon Exclusive] F*cking Thoma at the Teahouse [Bottom Thoma] [Making Him Hold the Moan] [Subby Noises] [Thoma x Listener] ASMR Roleplay 29:06) -- C+. bros still acting well its just no puppyboy and pretty tame.

alright thanks see you tomorrow for tge next ten

PART TWO:

gr#nding against your sleepy boyfriend~ (unknown source) -- D-. doesnt understand anything sexy about the conceit. or maybe at all !

"Couldn't Sleep?" A "Cure" For Restlessness Gojo X M!Listener NSFW (F and NB variants)-- 😥 the bird one was bnha so like is this one is too whos gojo. but same as with the doggy gen-- he just said いただきます. and now a footjob is happening?? bros gagging on whoever "Listener"'s cock is tho. WONT STOP SAYING "THANK YOU FOR THE ME- HE JUST SAID IT AGAIN??? C+ for the continuously impressive voice acting but. well theres wet plapping now. but . the character acting

M4M Annoying sleep boyfriend for cuddles (sleep aid) (official title: M4M Annoying your sleepy boyfriend for cuddles! [ASMR] [BL]) -- bold decision to take on the persona of "annoying". aww no ones gonna hurt you youre with your boYfriEnd. hes not whimpering. D for this list purposes but its fine

M4M Boyfriend holds their little baby boy to sleep (sleep aid) (official title: M4M Boyfriend holds their little baby boy :) [ASMR] [SFW] [LittleSpace]) -- D for no whimpering or moaning. "aww. you havent regressed in a while? do you want to?" "oh i got you some Little stuff. you know for when you're in Little space. wait typing that out made me realize the little in the title was referring to that. anyway its fine this is what i imagine asmrs target audience is anyway

(M4A) ASMR Roleplay: CEO Dominates you (CEO X Listener) [Slight NSFW] (official title: [BAD BOY ASMR] Mafia Boss x Listener. After Shower With Your Yandere Boyfriend!?[Spicy]) -- "[...] cum founder" still slow at 2.5x speed but only 16 minutes long. C-. character work is schlocky stock romance but soo reserved. but i guess theres moaning.

(M4A) ASMR Roleplay: Sadistic Vampire Talks with you (Noble Vampire X Vampire Hunter Listener) [NSFW?] P.2 (official title: [DOM VAMPIRE ASMR] Vampire x Listener. Sadistic Kisses, Delicate Bites!?[Spicy]) -- C shallow world relying on slow brooding but can i just say the description on this one is wild. "- hold on bro is chowing down so ill bump it a lil. anyway "I hope I have the right audio. I haven't listened to the entire thing." bro?? am i the only one here wh

(M4M) ASMR Roleplay: Bully Forces Cuddles on the Bus (Male Bully X Male Underdog Listener) [Mild NSFW] P.2 (original deleted?)-- B this dude is so fucking funny. "whatya listening to. probably some gay shit. *sharp nostril exhale* now be a good little nerd and give me your homework. your lunchmoney too. I WONDER HOW YOU ARE IN BED? YOURE PROBABLY FUCKING GREAT" YESSS. wet gooping sounds happening now with little discernable - oh we're cocksucking this guy ok alright. you put your gay earbuds in and start listening to music at the last 30 seconds. Wow.

Cum in 10 minutes -- F this is binaural beats shit and did NOT cum

Whispering Slurs Asmr -- F. heres an excerpt from the artist's bio: "As a performer, I do not actually agree with anything this anti-social character spews out of his mouth. I will need to be careful what I say because I could be feeding into people’s deeply ingrained prejudices and bigotry. I pray that I do not unintentionally enable a bunch of bad people who resent a changing world."

Taking Care of Your Drunk Boyfriend (unknown source)-- C+. bros whimpering and moaning when he Should be throwing up !!!

PART 3:

alrigt im starting this at 4 am hope i can get fhru this quick NOTE: i didnt

[HOT BULLY ASMR]Bully x Listener. Trapped Together And 7 Minutes In Heaven! [Delinquent,NSFW(?)] -- D. sharp smug mouth inhales after like every sentence. its your first time 🥺 going to someone else's place 😑. its really funny to do a "7 minutes in heaven" scenario with only two people alone in an apartment. "HOT BULLY"? not really bullying at all but apparently im "already biting my lip" so i guess im wrong.

Making Your Boyfriend BEG for it…[SPICY] Boyfriend ASMR [M4M] (official audio)-- B-. sleazy creep type narrator. saying im blueballing him by not fucking right now? holy shit, trying to talk me into not using protection because he doesnt want to get up and go buy more condoms?? toxic as fuck bro...

"Fuck Me Now." A Villain/Mastermind Kenma X Male NSFW (F and NB variants) -- B. there was an alternative female AND "NB" version and the script is mostly the same. "suck my dick while you ride my thigh" good idea! but um i dont think. that works.

(M4M) ASMR Roleplay: Bully Dominates you with Kisses (Male Bully X Male Underdog Listener) [Mild NSFW] P.1 (original deleted?) -- B+ on technicality for no whimpering. bros actually getting vicious with this one. the part 2 was mostly goofy but. like. wow.

ASMR Audio Roleplay - You Challenge Your Dom Friend [M4M] [Friends With Benefits] [Spicy] Pt 1 (official title: You're A Good Boy To Your Dom Friend [M4M] [Friends With Benefits] [Spicy]) -- fuck the criteria. B-. the writing here is impressive. like dudes got natural conversation and character work down so well. and hes funny?? ok hes like a reddit edgelord shithead but hes got jokes. no moaning or whining though!

[M4M] [NSFW] Flirty Dragon Desires You [Part 2] -- can you please fucking speak up dragon i cant hear you over all the bugs. B its corny as fuck but bros moaning and maybe a hint of whimpering.

Subby boyfriend whimpers & begs for "attention" (Spicy boyfriend ASMR | Deep voice | M4A) -- he's whiompering and moaning and also fucking ANNOYING!!!!!!! C this guy Pisses me off. "im gonna cry if i dont get [your attention and pussy]" then CRY!!!!!!!!! "that makes me so squirmy" its all ok now tho bc hes in pain

[REUPLOAD] Daddy Detective NSFW M4M (OP deleted) -- ACAB. F. sadly i was hoping it was freelance.

ASMR [M4M] Your Bored Barista Tries To Kill Some Time With You -- F. bored? check. bro sings "im like a bird" in the quietest voice possible. lmao. no moaning or whining! but its fine

ASMR Audio Roleplay - [M4M] Locker Room Secrets ft. Liquid_Madnezz & cee_ [Kisses] [Spicy] [College] (excerpt?) -- A. POV: YOU'RE the bully?? obnoxious ass opening. also. whatever happened to the navy seals co[pypasta. POV: you crush mad pussy? this i think is the same guy as the dom friend one and dude kinda has writing chops because he paints such a pained but conflicted pairing. i empathize a lil with bro in this. theres whining in this but like, not the sex kind. and there IS moaning. lowkey toxic protagonist!

see u 2morrow for the next ten!

[parkaplayboy]

Butters Stotch Nsfw Alphabet

a/n: hey anon thank u for the request, i hope i did it justice im kinda really bad at smut 😓😭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's very attentive, he'll help you clean up, bring you water and snacks but the millisecond you tell him you don't need anything else he is damn near in REM.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself i think would be his neck. well more specifically how sensitive it is. (if you wanted to get him in the mood, kissing his neck is the way to go)

his favorite body part on you would be your thighs. he doesn't like leaving too many marks on your neck to avoid awkward conversations & comments but loves to the leave them on the inside of your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he sometimes prefers to use a condom to avoid extra clean up but when you don't have or want one, he prefers to finish on your thighs (if you don't want it inside, i mean)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

last mention of thighs, i swear. He's really into thigh-jobs to be honest. He saw it in a video once and it permanently grained itself into his brain.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i wanna say he had at least a solid 1-2 experiences under his belt. (one of them was probably kenny tbh)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position that he can see your face. however, if he had to chose a non-eye contact he would chose a cuddling side position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Butters is like 3/10 on the seriousness spectrum, mostly because he himself won't make jokes too often but will laugh with you if you do

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

blonde, clean cut & neatly trimmed. its both a personal preference and a consideration for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i think he takes the intimacy seriously, using kisses or even hand holding to stay connected.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

before you guys met, he masturbated about 2-3 times a week, but after you met it varies depending on how active you guys are at the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i feel like this is an "obvious" choice but praise. less so in the submissive standpoint and more in the way that he likes it when you are vocal about how he makes you feel

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

top choice of his would be your or his bedroom but a very close second would be the shower. if you let him wash your hair your shower time is going to extend by at least half an hour

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As I said earlier, neck kisses. But to expand, making out as a whole. He's a very big fan of making out! Between your lips on his and his hands or your hips he has a great time :)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

weapons/violence. he doesn't want to hurt you in anyway, but he would be rough(er) with you if you asked.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. a blow job is awesome and all but (hey remember what i said about the thighs? i lied) any reason to have his head between your thighs is one he'll take.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends. if you teased him too much before-hand he will tend to go faster but if he's the one who initiated he takes it more slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn't prefer them but before he finally moved out of his parents house he would sometimes let you sneak in through the window for a quick chat.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's willing to try most things at least once, but nothing too wild. I think the riskiest thing he'd do would be car sex. Not much else would be worth the risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With being so sensitive, overstimulation sets in quick. You could get him to cum twice maybe three times if you're lucky. However, he will always make sure you cum before he taps out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has one. It's a fleshlight that he got as a gag gift from one of the guys at some point.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When he gets comfortable in your dynamic he would be way more of a tease than previous. In the beginning he'd leave the teasing to you but after a couple months his touches would start lingering and kisses would be just a bit too heated and make you squirm.. subtle things.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's LOUD. oh my god. well, it's not that he can't be quiet, in fact he trained himself to be just that. but, when you went to Denver for his birthday your hotel room had two separate noise complaints by check-out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he cums in his pants really easily. he sometimes gets lost in the sauce when y'all make out and is only snapped out of it when his orgasm rips through him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's not very long, 6 inches but what he 'lacks' (for lack of a better word) he makes up for in girth. he's rather thick and smooth with a pink flushed tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average? 2-3 times a week would be his ideal scenario.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As I said before, very quickly. The second he is done making sure you're alright, he's knocked out. He'd gravitate towards you gradually, ending up with his arms wrapped around you :3

[portgasdwrld]

Hello! I read older posts where you mentioned you weren't a fan of your writing. I think you're awesome though! Love your work. c:

I have a suggestion, if you happen to like it. Could we get Zoro (and any other characters) with a shy and aloof female reader who can't figure out they're being flirted with, even though they share the same feelings?

👩🏻‍💻Hey!! Thank you so much for your sweet words it means a lot to me🫶🏻✨ I’m super happy you love it! And yes ofc no problem!! I love the idea 🤭

📂 Zoro+ oblivious shy/aloof reader to his flirting

Featuring: Zoro+ f!reader Warning: none, fluff Note: I rewrote it and very much prefer this version, I hope you do as much as me

Zoro was never the type of man to be outspoken about his feelings

His flirting is somewhat a bit clumsy and he gets frustrated with himself easily. He gets embarrassed by being open with how he feels.

It doesn’t help when you are clearly not reading in between the lines...

He even wonders if you are doing it intentionally to mess with him, but when you just give him a confused look or go on about your day like nothing happened, he questions himself 😭

A sigh leaves the swordsman's lips as his back leans against the railing of the deck. His thoughts wander and they always come back to one thing bothering him: you.

He starts to doubt himself as most of his flirting attempt were fails. A week ago, he complimented your outfit ,but you simple threw a short thanks with a smile as you walked away. Wednesday when he sat next you for dinner and brushed his arm against yours, you just apologized with a blush and slightly took your distance. Yesterday, when he asked to talk to you, but you stuttered a bunch of words and got away from him by grabbing Nami's arm.

He knew better than abandoning. In fact, ever since his feelings for you were revealed to him, all he could think of, was you. You occupied his mind when it wasn't focused on training, he found himself longing to hug you and smile when you do. Although, he thought about not pursuing you, scared it would ruin his focus on his goal. It was in vain, as he realized you were always very supportive of his goal and even cheered him to train harder and achieve his dream. He appreciate it a lot.

The sun is slowly setting on the Sunny, the golden light illuminating the boat. He looks far away, a hand on his swords and his head turns in your direction as your laugh echoes through the ship.

You are playing a card game with Robin, killing time before its time for supper.

His lips naturally curve into a discreet smile as he observes you complain about some move Robin did. You were accusing her of cheating with her ability, sulking over your lost as she quickly denies it with a chuckle. As he watches you, he notices that you did something different with your hair and decide to use it to his advantage.

He approaches you with his usual blank expression, but he slightly hesitate in his steps which caught Robins attention. You smile noticing his presence.

-What brings you here! Wanna play?

You ask him as you show him quickly the pack of cards in your hands with your infamous grin.

-Nah, I’m good. You..you did something new with your hair?

-Oh, yeah! You noticed? Robin said it looked good.

You reply in an excited tone as you touch your hair.

-Yeah, you’re pretty.

-Thanks! I appreciate it

You say with a slight blush due to the compliment, but an awkward silence falls. Zoro stays silent for a moment as he thinks of what he could ad to the conversation but you open your mouth first.

- By the way,..umm I'm sorry about yesterday, i hope it wasn't something important?

You trail avoiding to stare at him as you remember how you embarrassingly ran away too nervous to talk to him. When he pulled you to the side, his eyes staring deeply into yours, you felt like you couldn't breath for a moment. You didn't want him to obviously figure out you like him...

Robin gazes at Zoro before looking at you a small teasing smirk appearing on her lips.

-Oh...Yeah...I was hoping to talk to you, but...uh.

He says as his face gets red. He clearly hates the facts that Robin is here enjoying the little show while you are still oblivious to his advances.

-It can wait

-We can talk now if you want. We were done with our game anyway.

-I have to do something first, but you can meet me in the crow-nest in about 5 minutes?

He lies trying to give himself some time to think about what he's going to say. You nod agreeing with your usual smile that he loves so much.

-Alright then see ya

You watch him leave, curious about what he wants to speak with you. You shrug your shoulders ready to leave too, but Robin is looking at you with a small teasing smirk.

-What?

-Nothing~

She retorts sweetly before waving you off.

++++

The dark sky slowly sets over the head of the Strawhats as the delicious smell of the food fills everyone nostrils. You enter your room to put away your card and as you are about to leave, you take a moment to breath. You didn't notice how nervous you are until you felt your breath getting a little shaky.

Arrived at the location, you open the door and see him sat not too far from the window. He’s looking away but as he notices your presence, he invites you to sit besides him.

-The food smells good

You say breaking the silence. He nods and looks outside again. At around the same moment, an insect fly inside and run directly in your face, making you panic a little. Zoro is quick to catch it and throw it away, making sure you are fine at the same time.

-You’re okay?

-Yeah, it’s just a small insect, I'm good.

-Wait

He gets closer to you and clumsily fix your hair with the use of his fingers.

-Cool

He concludes with a small satisfied smile as he finishes placing your hair. You look up at him with a blush, eyes connecting with his. Zoro clears his throat as he leans back while you stare at your nervous fingers. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare now at your friend.

-So, what did you want to talk about?

You see him hesitate as he opens his mouth but close it quickly. His gaze shift from you to the view outside. He sighs and with a blush spread on his tanned cheeks, he finally speaks.

-I like you

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, not expecting this at all. You furrow your eyebrows as your hand naturally covers your pounding heart.

-What??Since when!?

You ask completely confused. He chuckles a little astonished to your true shock to his confession. You really didn't notice his flirting tactics.

-I thought I made it obvious

-No?? How??

-Uh...with compliments.

-Zoro...

-I don't compliment anyone like the cook, I genuinely think you are pretty.

You gasp a little hiding your face in your hands, half of you not believing this is real and half of you realizing the cause of his strange behavior. You let your hands fall on your laps as you giggle.

-You're so bad at flirting

You joke to try to calm yourself down. Both of you start laughing as he admits it with a nod.

-You are so dense though

-Pfff, not at all

-You clearly can't take a hint

-Wha-

-Y/N SWANNNN, It's time to eat!

You are interrupted by Sanji's scream that startle you a little.

-Look like dinner is ready

Zoro concludes as he prepares himself to stand up, but you quickly grab his forearm pulling him down. You close the distance and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looks at you surprised, but he slowly start to smile.

-I like you too

[blissfulbluee]

Not sure if this has been asked before, but do you have any head cannons or just any thoughts about Choi woo-seok?

Hii! thanks for the ask. I am not sure if I ever did any headcanons for him and I am too lazy to keep looking, lol. This is purely based of vibes and fun, as its been a while since ive seen his character on screen and I’m relying on memory and the wiki.. If you want more thoughts, have an addition, or want to send an ask about anything else.. please go to my inbox!! I hope you enjoy!! <3

Choi Woo-seok Thoughts/Headcanons

according to the wiki, he has a wife. I wonder what kind of husband he would be? I think he would be a pretty good one, just very playfully annoying. I wonder if his wife knows what he does? Surely sometimes people who he chased down with Mr Kim would fight back, making him come home with bruises or other minor injuries. Surely she knows. I don't think he would be good at hiding it either

what if he has kids?? omg. he would sooo be a girl dad

i like to think that maybe he isn't a horrible guy despite being a loan shark. He seems to flinch at too much violence. So, I think he is just loyal to his boss when it comes to using force to get their money. From what he see, he seems very happy go lucky, trusting, friendly, and fun. I guess when it comes to being a loan shark he's different and he doesn't mind having to be a part of threatening or taking advantage of people? I guess he’s just desperate. He does say “the police dont help people like us” to Gi-hun, so he’s probably not or at least has not been in a good position himself when it comes to money. Anyone have any input on this?

I love his relationship with Mr. Kim. It was so interesting to see Mr. Kim in a different light. The death scene is genuinely so sad to me. :(

I love his fuckass chain lmao. his style in general is awesome. he’s also fine as hell.

i love to imagine a universe where everything is fine, his best friend is alive, and he is also best friends with junhun (i love junho x gihun so much that i just group them together now instead of typing both their names out)

some good rare pairs ive seen around involvinfghim is Mr. Kim x Woo-seok and Woo-seok c Jun-ho. Both are so cute

i bet he loves friend dates

for some reason i think hes the type to take pictures/selfies every time he hangs out with people

he definitely likes expensive jewelry/accessories (typically masculine jewelry/styles like chains, watches, rings)

he gives me the vibes of someone who likes comedy movies. hes the type that shows his family and friends the movies and be the only one laughing, too

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[icycoldninja]

hey so i was thinking: Sparda Boys and V with a writer S/O? take as long as you need to with this (writer's block is kicking my ass rn sadly but) , i don't really mind

Hey I feel that bro, enjoy and hopefully your inspiration will return to you 💜

Sparda Boys + V x Writer!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He's not a scholar and knows next to nothing about books since he rarely reads, but if his sweetheart is writing stuff, by God, he will read whatever they put out there.

-Uses you as a human dictionary whenever he comes across new words, not understanding that that's not the purpose of a writer.

-"Hey babe, what's this word?"

"What word?"

"Uhh...Ink-Can-Dress-Ant."

"What?"

"Ink-can-dress-ant, I think that's how you say it."

"How's it spelled?"

"I-N-C-A-N-D-E-S-C-E-N-T."

"Incandescent, Dante, not ink-can-dress-ant."

-He'll be the first to read your work and is very proud of this fact. He, Dante, the Legendary Devil Hunter, is also your private beta reader. Awesome.

-Oddly enough, him reading all your works results in him developing a larger vocabulary--something that shocked everyone, especially Vergil.

-Congratulations! Thanks to you, Dante can use big words now!

■ Vergil ■

-You, a writer, are dating Vergil, the biggest bookworm on the planet? You are now Vergil's goddess.

-He wants to read everything, regardless of its quality. He'll visually devour all the words off the page, absorbing every word.

-You two now have yet another topic to nerd out about; you can spend hours chatting about books, writing techniques, and so on.

-Vergil is filled with a sense of pride whenever he reads your published writing; it pleases him so much to know you're growing your talents.

-He has an entire bookshelf dedicated to your books and takes special care of these books. They're more than just words on pages bound by cardboard and leather; they're treasures.

-Will take up writing as well, just so he can be closer to you.

□ Nero □

-Nero is not a bookworm by any sense of the word; he's read a few books in his time, but he's more combat oriented.

-Doesn't mind being a beta reader for anything you write.

-Your works have inspired him to take up reading again, and in doing so, he unleashes his inner book nerd. Like father, like son.

-He's always looking forward to whatever you write, and when you get writers block (as we all do) he'll take you out to a park, or a peaceful lake, in the hopes that the natural beauty of your surroundings might restore your creative juices.

-He, too, has a collection of all your works and keeps them proudly on display on a nice bookshelf in his house.

-Encourages you daily to keep writing because now he's addicted to reading your work. You really have changed him.

● V ●

-Oh congratulations, you've found yourself a soul mate.

-V loves to read (he totes his copy of William Blake poetry around and reads from it all the time, even in the middle of battle) and is more than happy to read your books.

-V is also a writer himself; he writes poetry, as we know. Because of this, he understands more than anyone the pain of writer's block and knows just what to do about it.

-He'll arrange for a relaxing movie/reading night, which in his experience, helps restore your creativity.

-If that doesn't work, Griffon's loud mouth and wise-guy (yet funny) jokes will take your mind off of things.

-V understands literature and knows all sorts of obscure things about famous literary figures; so much so that you two can converse for hours on end just gabbing away about books, their authors, and other interesting tidbits of knowledge.

[seobnity]

⚉ characters: jongseob x reader

⤷(with keeho)

⚉ wc: 2,6k

⚉ genre: slice of life, light comedy, fluff, subtle romance, strangers to?

⚉ theme: rookiecop!jongseob, bakeryhelper!reader

⚉ warnings: none

Masterlist

⚉ a/n: welcome or welcome back! Okay, this story... I am not sure if I like it or not. I rewrote so many times so I hope it's at least decent. Thank you so much for reading, leaving a heart or even reblogging - it means a lot to me! If you see any mistakes, please feel free to kindly correct me ♡

Coming down the stairs from your garret room, you stepped onto the ground floor, and immediately, the scent of freshly baked garlic bread welcomed you. You took a deep breath, inhaling the beautiful smell that made you feel like you were wrapped in a warm blanket, and made your way to the back where all the magic was happening — the kitchen.

"Hey, Dad," you greeted your dad, who was putting a new tray of unbaked goods into the oven. "It smells so good." You couldn’t help but take another intentional whiff of the calming scent of garlic bread.

"Hi, sleepyhead." He reached for a dish towel to wipe his hands, dirty from flour, into. "Finally decided to join us?" He looked at you while leaning on a counter, propped up by his now clean hands.

"Mom's here too?" You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad’s words and looked around in case you had somehow missed seeing her when you entered the kitchen.

As if on cue, your mom popped up from behind a table that was off to the side, more in the corner of the kitchen — that’s where the final touches were made before all the pastries and cookies were put in the oven. "Morning, Y/N." She gave you a warm smile as she wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing. But that didn’t quite help her, because she was basically covered in flour, which you asumed she must have dropped by accident.

How did she manage to cover herself in it? That was a question no one had the answer to — not even your mom herself.

"Morning." You nodded your head, trying to hold back a laugh as you saw her usually black hair covered in white, and then you turned your attention back to your dad. "I thought you said you don’t need my help in the morning." You crossed your arms over your chest, continuing the debate about you finally coming down from your room. "You should have woken me up then."

"I’m just teasing you, kid." Your dad reached for a tray with the freshly baked garlic bread (that still hadn’t lost its amazing scent) and took the edge with a dishtowel he was still holding, so he wouldn’t burn his fingers. "But you for sure did get your beauty sleep." He couldn't help but tease you while he was on his way out of the kitchen.

You playfully rolled your eyes and followed your dad’s steps, making your way back to the front of the bakery. "Let me handle it here," you said while grabbing the tongs from his hold. "I'm pretty sure Mom needs your help in the kitchen with all the mess she made."

"I can hear you!" Both of you could hear your mom call out from the kitchen, which made you and your dad laugh. Well, it’s true that moms can hear and see absolutely everything.

"Love you!" you called back at her with a chuckle, and then paid attention to your dad once more. "Go back, I’ll be here at the front and help you and Mom out," you repeat yourself, but without teasing your mom this time. "I don't have anything to do today."

"Okay then," he nodded. "Thank you, Y/N," he added with a small smile and moved towards the kitchen, but stopped at the door, turning back to you. "Can you also prepare another batch of lemonade, please? It’s quite a bestseller in this heat." He chuckled a little.

"Will do."

"Awesome." And with that, he finally disappeared into the kitchen to help your mom clean herself off from the flour (clean the floor too), and also check on the tray he had put in the oven; let's be real, no one wants burned baked goods.

Once you were alone behind the counter, you continued the job your dad started — putting the fresh garlic bread from the tray into a basket behind the glass. When you were done with that, you made sure everything looked presentable and that nothing else was missing. Finally, you moved to a small table (similar to the one your mom had popped out from behind in the kitchen) and began to make another jar of lemonade, so you would still be prepared for customers who just wanted something refreshing on this hot summer day.

When you were done with that too, you placed the jar in a small fridge that was tucked under the counter, right next to a container filled with ice cubes, ready for the lemonade you just made. Closing the fridge, you straightened back up and looked around the bakery that was still yet to welcome more customers.

You were pretty sure many of the customers had already visited your family's bakery—the new batch of garlic bread you’d just placed in the basket being an indicator of that. But it was getting closer to lunchtime, which meant many students would soon come by on their break to buy something to eat. Even people who worked in nearby offices (and forgot their lunch at home) loved to spend their lunch break at the bakery. It was easy for them because the bakery was much closer to the offices than any other store or canteen, and they wanted to enjoy a peaceful lunch without worrying whether they’d have time to return—and this applied to the students too.

It was quite a big space for a bakery, but that was because it had a few tables where people could enjoy the pastries and cookies they bought—or simply hang out with their friends over a warm cup of coffee or tea, with dessert on the side. Another reason why it was such a big space was that it had originally been intended as a living room.

Your parents had bought the building as a two-level house with a garret, sitting right on the corner of a street. The ground floor was transformed into a cozy bakery by your parents to fulfill their dream of owning one, which meant the living room had to be moved to the first floor, where their bedroom and a small kitchen—just big enough to fit a dining table—were also located. The garret was mostly unused; it just stored things for potential future use (in other words, things your parents thought they would need but never did).

Once you were born, the living room space was changed again—this time into your nursery. As you grew, so did your room, and your dad always made sure it suited your liking. That also meant all the family hangouts took place in the small kitchen. At first, it was fine, but as you got older, the space started to feel even smaller.

And that’s when you had an idea—you could live in the garret no one seemed to ever use (except for some of the stuff your parents had already forgotten about). Everyone agreed with that, and the garret was transformed into a beautiful room, suitable just for you, and your old room became the living room again; it has stayed like that to this day.

You exhaled softly and found your place on a small stool behind the counter, so you could comfortably wait for customers. While you were waiting, you noticed two local cops who were patrolling the area. They stopped right under the shades attached to the outside of the bakery, making it very clear that they needed a break from the heat. You couldn’t blame them—just seeing what they had to wear even on these summer days made you sweat.

Wanting to make their day, hopefully, a little better, you prepared two cups of the lemonade you’d made not so long ago, popped a few ice cubes into both cups, and then placed them on a tray. After that, you added a few pastries they could snack on and get back some of their energy. With everything nicely arranged on the tray, you made your way outside the bakery.

"Hello, officers," you greeted them with a wide, polite smile. "I brought you some lemonade and something to eat to keep your strength up in this heat." You held your hands with the tray a little higher. "It’s on the bakery."

"Oh, Y/N, it’s always such a pleasure to see you," the older officer and also your friend, Keeho, said as he took one of the lemonade cups and took a big gulp out of it. "Always love your homemade lemonade. Thank you so much." He smiled at you gratefully.

"No problem." You gave him a small nod, still keeping the polite smile on.

"How's Dad, by the way?" he asked while taking one of the pastries you kindly added to the tray and took a bite. "Rookie, the amazing donuts we have at our station? They come from here," Keeho said to his colleague, dramatically gesturing toward the bakery—almost dropping the pastry he was munching on in the process.

The other officer, as you now knew was a new addition to the local police department (thanks to the nickname Keeho called him by), looked very young—probably around your age. Though, you couldn’t see much of his looks, because he had a police hat on that was hiding almost his whole face. Yet, you could still see some glimpse of it that made your heartbeat a little faster, for some reason…

"Y/N, this is our new rookie." Keeho didn’t give you any time to answer and just continued with his own chatting. "His name is Jongseob. Jongseob, say hi to Y/N." It was pretty clear that the new officer, Jongseob, was being teased and picked on for… well, being new at the station. Poor boy.

"Hello." He gave you a polite nod, but you could see—even with his face mostly hidden—that he was getting annoyed by all the teasing from his senior cop colleague. But he still had to obey.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Your smile was still as wide as when you first greeted them both. Jongseob returned your smile, just not with the same passion. The smile was small, almost unnoticeable with that damn hat hiding his face. Oh, how you hated that hat at the moment. "My dad is okay, to finally answer your question." You turned back to Keeho, who was stuffing his mouth with another baked good you brought for both of them. "Having his midlife crisis, though."

"Oh no." His voice was muffled with food, but he was now more invested in knowing about your dad and his midlife crisis than in chewing itself. "What did he do?" A few crumbs fell out of his mouth, and you had some trouble holding back your laugh. Jongseob, on the other hand, looked absolutely in disbelief at his colleague’s manners.

"He bought a motorcycle," you answered, shifting your hands around the tray a little because holding it was starting to get uncomfortable. You couldn’t adjust your grip properly to give your hands some relief because there was still one cup of lemonade the younger officer did not take. "Mom was so mad." A small chuckle escaped your mouth at the memory of the day your dad brought his new 'hobby' home and then seeing your mom’s face upon finding out about it.

"No way!" Keeho widened his eyes and then let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing his head back—luckily, he had already swallowed everything he had left in his mouth. "So he’s a biker now, huh?" He shook his head.

"Not really." As you said it, Keeho looked at you with a raised eyebrow and impatiently waited for you to continue. "He already bought a used motorcycle that needs some work to do, so it just sits in our garage without being used. That makes Mom even angrier because she says he just wasted money if he won’t ride it."

"Your dad was always something else." Keeho let out another laugh, but this one wasn’t as dramatic as the previous one. "Well, thank you so much for this treat, appreciate it a lot. But we should get back to our job. Who else is going to protect the ladies, right?" On his face was a grin that was typical for teenagers—which Keeho hadn’t been for some time now, but with his mentality… that checked out.

"Shouldn’t the question be, who is gonna protect the ladies from you, Keeho?" you teased the older officer with an innocent smile.

But Keeho being Keeho, he didn’t even notice the teasing tone behind your words. "I have my rookie with me, don’t I?" He patted Jongseob on the shoulder, and you could see the younger boy taking a deep breath. You truly felt bad for Jongseob—not just that he had to survive all the jokes and teasing from his colleagues, but his partner in patrolling was Keeho.

"Sure, Keeho." You shook your head and moved your attention to Jongseob. "Here, it won’t help you with Keeho, but it will cool you down." You handed him the second cup of lemonade you prepared, with a smile. Keeho let out a slightly offended "Hey!" at your words but you both ignored him.

"Thank you." With this polite gratitude, he took the cup from you. Your fingers brushed against each other in the process, and a small blush crept onto your cheeks. You dipped your head with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips and retrieved your hand to hold the other end of the tray so it wouldn’t fall from your hold.

"Anytime, officer." You looked back up at him and couldn’t help the shy smile. You immediately moved your gaze from him back down to the tray. "It’s good to have something refreshing in this heat. Especially when you’re targeted by the sun itself." While talking about the outside heat, your body sent more of the internal heat to your already blushing cheeks, and you dipped your head lower.

Keeho, no longer feeling (slightly) offended, had raised his eyebrows at the scene that had unfolded right in front of him. Then, a wide grin appeared on his face, already imagining how he would tell the others at the station about this, so they’d have a new thing to tease Jongseob with.

"Don’t worry, Y/N, I'll keep him safe." Keeho wrapped one of his arms around Jongseob's shoulders and pulled him a little closer to his side; even that small movement made some of the lemonade spill from the cup. Keeho then leaned closer to you. "Just for you." He winked at you, took the last piece of pastry that was left on the tray, and started to walk away, going back to his duty, with Jongseob still tucked under his arm.

You stayed frozen in place for a couple of seconds, just staring at the two disappearing cops and trying to understand what had just happened. Once they were reaching the opposite corner of the street, you were ready to go back inside the bakery, but you noticed Jongseob taking a quick glance at you while waving his hand a little. He kept his hand close to his body (because he didn’t want Keeho to see the gesture), so you almost missed it. Almost.

You quickly, before they turned the corner, waved back at him and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. After that, you made your way back inside and behind the counter, ready to also do your job. While you were cleaning up the tray from crumbs of the pastries you’d placed there, your mind kept wandering to the new officer who’d be protecting this city.

And who knows? Maybe he will have more patrols in this part of town that has your parents' bakery in the way, and the stops under the shades—just to catch a break from the burning sun—will become much more than that. And then… He might be the one who will be protecting your heart.