#selfship angst for the win!!!!

[bvnnyjo]

wish u were here | james wilson

pairing: james wilson x reader

warnings: you just gotta hear me out guys. whats it called when it isnt technically cheating but it feels like cheating (from both parties, not on each other), entirely self indulgent and selfship coded, wilson calls reader "birdie" (cringe idc), angst. based loosely on lips of an angel by hinder and glimpse of us by joji, thats all for now plz forgive me

word count: 1.4k

wilson rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep from them as he heard his phone vibrating on the nightstand next to him. the name lighting up his screen was yours, causing him to hurriedly grab his phone and press answer.

“hello?” his voice was tired, still laced with the deep sleep he was pulled from for this phone call. “y/n, you know it’s almost three in the morning, right?” wilson slowly removed the covers from his legs, trying his best not to wake his fiance sleeping next to him.

“james,” the soft exhale of his name made his heart ache. how long had it been since you last spoke? “sorry, i know it’s late. it’s probably stupid to call you i just…” the small sob caught him off guard.

“are you crying?” wilson closed the bathroom door, still keeping his voice down just in case. “is everything okay?”

there was a hesitation on the other end of the phone and he could feel it. you were trying to find a way around telling him the truth. “birdie, you know you can trust me.”

birdie. that godawful, stupid nickname you used to hate. you used to roll your eyes every time he’d use it to get your attention, or let it slip in conversation with your friends and coworkers. but now it just made another cry escape your lips. you missed it, you missed him.

“just miss you,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice down as well. “we’ve been fighting a lot lately. and you were in my dream last night- it just felt right to call you.”

wilson sighed. he was relieved to hear that you were okay, his heart rate steadying. though he couldn’t help the annoyed feeling that overtook him as you mentioned your current boyfriend. “i’m glad you’re safe, but you know you really shouldn’t have-”

“can we save the lecture for another time, james?” you let out a shaky laugh. you don’t know what else you expected from him, “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

his free hand ran over his face, trying to rationalize it in his head. it would be okay if he spoke to you, right? just speaking on the phone isn’t wrong, and it wouldn’t hurt anyone. right?

“i can stay on for a little bit. but not too long, if she were to find out i’m on the phone with you it’ll just cause a fight.” wilson sat on the cool tile of his bathroom floor, back against the door. his eyes closed as he listened to the sound of your voice through the phone. “do you need to talk about the fights?”

“it hasn’t been anything serious. it just seems like he’s always angry, i can never win with him.” you sigh, “maybe i’m just too busy comparing him to you all the time. i know i shouldn’t. but it’s hard not to.”

wilson wanted to provide you some sort of comfort, let you know that he often did the same with his fiance. “have you still been going to therapy?”

“yeah.” you answer quickly, remembering how he urged you to talk to someone after you two split, because it would be good for you. “she doesn’t know much about my current partner, though. i don’t like to talk about him.” i don’t love him. you wanted to say, but bit your tongue. you weren’t sure if that would help or hurt anything. probably hurt, if you had to guess.

“if you don’t tell her how is she supposed to help you?” you hadn’t changed a bit, and that made his heart ache. you were the exact same version of yourself that he was in love with. knowing that makes leaving you less justifiable, it makes getting over you harder. “you have to cooperate with her.”

“can you tell me about how you’ve been?” you asked, a sniffle following. “is she nice to you?” you didn’t want to talk about yourself, not really. especially not about what you have or haven’t been talking about in therapy. 

right, the two of you hadn’t spoken since breaking up. despite working at the same hospital, the two of you managed very easily to avoid each other. afterall, the morgue and the oncology department weren’t exactly wall neighbors.

“yeah, yeah she is nice to me.” wilson nodded, a small smile finding its way to his face. he loves his fiance, she’s an amazing woman. she surprises him and makes him dinner, likes watching his favorite shows with him. but… “but she isn’t you.”

you weren’t aware that four words could change your mood so quickly, feeling your stomach fill with warmth and you heart beat quickened. it was nice, in a fucked up way, to know that he missed you as much as you missed him.

“it’s frustrating,” wilson added, “seems like everytime we’re having a good moment i just think of you. wondering to myself if i would be enjoying it more if it were you.” it felt nice to say out loud, like it was a secret he had been keeping for a long time (it was). “sometimes i think she knows.”

“sometimes he does things you used to do and i swear it’s like i can see you standing there instead of him.” you confess, tears still falling down your face despite the smile. “i’m glad she treats you well. it’s what you deserve.”

what he deserves is a death sentence. he internally scolded himself, knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this. he shouldn’t be on the phone with you after not speaking for a year and a half. he was supposed to be getting married this time next year. yet here he was, sitting on his bathroom floor and talking with you, his ex on the phone at half past three in the morning.

“you deserve someone who is going to make you happy, too, y/n.” wilson swallowed harshly. why did he so badly want to be the one to make you happy? why did he feel so bothered over the thought of it being someone that isn’t him? “you should just…just dump that asshole. you know you could do better.”

you wanted to laugh. he was right, of course you could do better. “honestly when i break up with him i think it’ll be my last for awhile. i’m…tired of putting effort into people who don’t do the same.”

he wasn’t sure how many people you had seen since he broke things off with you, he had intentionally avoided that information from house because he didn’t want to know. it didn’t matter if it had been only one or several, he knew he’d hate it either way. “you can’t think like that. then you’ll never find anyone.” encouraging you to find someone else. that was the right thing to be doing here. encouraging you to seek comfort in someone that wasn’t him, or your piece of shit boyfriend. “you’ve always been so pessimistic, just try to look on the bright side of things for once, yeah?”

“you answering the phone is the only bright side i think i’ve had for awhile,” you confess with a laugh and another sniffle. you weren’t sure when you stopped crying but you were thankful you had, already feeling the headache it would bring on. “do you think we can ever be friends again?”

wilson stiffened. yes. he wanted to tell you. but he wasn’t sure that was the right answer. “i don’t know, y/n. there’s a lot that would have to happen for us to be able to be friends again.” i’d have to get over you. 

“i knew that’s what you were going to say,” you gave a lighthearted chuckle. “i should…get off of here now. it’s late. we work in the morning. goodnight, james. it was nice talking to you.”

“you, too, y/n. goodnight.” wilson listened to the call disconnect as he let his phone clatter to the ground. it had been so long, he had been doing so well not thinking of you until tonight. all it took was one little phone call for you to worm your way back into his heart.

or rather, it only took one phone call for him to remember why he never should have let you go to begin with.

i rly am amazed that im posting this in 2023 but he is literally the love of my life right now. comments, reblogs, and likes appreciated!

[tillichan]

𖠰↟ᨒ ꒰Pining Forest꒱ — Fluff Prompts Exchange Event ᨒ↟𖠰

Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen | Blue Lock | Servamp | Free! | Bungo Stray Dogs | Haikyuu! | Kuroko no Basuke | Love and Deepspace | My Hero Academia | Wind Breaker | Twisted Wonderland | and more.

I do exchanges with writers | with non-writers, who would like to try yourselves in writing.

About: This's a Matchup/Selfship event. Describe yourself, name the tree(s) and fandom or character you're interested in and we'll exchange some headcanons about a crush phase.

Why this event? To be honest, pining/crush on you stories are my favorite ever. Fluffy Flowers Event is mostly about established relationship, so I think it would be interesting to write something about pre-relationship phase and about pining characters.

Rules:

𖠰 This event is exchanges only.

𖠰 Just one limit. One request - one character - 10 or less trees. It means that if you’d like to write all prompts for the one character or more than one-two characters feel free to do it, but let’s separate this, because writing all of prompts at once seems a little overwhelming to me.

𖠰 You can ask for your own prompt more than once. Feel free to ask me for as many your own prompts as you want if you have something in your mind.

𖠰 I prioritize the exchanges you have already finished and posted for me.

𖠰 I won’t write NSFW, hard angst, hurt with no comfort, yandere, dark themes. I prefer something fluffy and heartwarming.

To request: Please, send me an ask or dm that you would like to do Pining Forest exchange, name the tree(s) and character or fandom you're interested in and we'll discuss the details.

𖠰 Oak — First meeting and their first impression of you.

𖠰 Maple — When and why did they start developing a crush on you? How long did it take for them to realize they liked you? What makes them realize it?

𖠰 Pine — What are they like when they have a crush on you? Are they denial or they accepted it? Are they open about their feelings or try to hide it? Is it obvious for others?

𖠰 Birch — What do their friends and family think about their feelings for you? Do they know about it? How would their friends and family tease them about their crush? Would they try to help them?

𖠰 Spruce — Are they a jealous type or not? How would they react if you get hit on or if they find out that someone is in love with you too?

𖠰 Cedar — If they would write a love letter for you, how would it be?

𖠰 Elm — If they would write a diary entry about you, how would it be?

𖠰 Redwood — What dreams they have about you? How do they imagine your possible future relationship?

𖠰 Walnut — What lovesick thoughts they have about you? What do they think about you? What do they like about you the most?

𖠰 Apple — How easily do they get flustered around you? What makes them flustered?

𖠰 Ash — How do they react to physical touches? Are they affectionate with you or try to keep a distance?

𖠰 Beech — What do they usually tell about you to their friends and family? How would their friends and family react?

𖠰 Chestnut — What night dreams they have about you? Have they ever talked in their sleep something about you?

𖠰 Dogwood — What are they willing to do for you? How would they help you, protect you, comfort you?

𖠰 Fir — Their favorite memory with you? The most awkward memory with you (when they embarrass themselves)?

𖠰 Magnolia — What makes them suffer, feel insecure and feel that they have no chance?

𖠰 Alder — How long do they pine after you before they start their attempts to win you over? What prompted them to start it?

𖠰 Hawthorn — What do they do to win you over? What is their best and worst flirting attempt?

𖠰 Holly — What makes you realize that they have a crush on you? What hints they make consciously or unconsciously?

𖠰 Ironwood — How did they plan/want to confess? Are they afraid of rejection? Are they nervous? Did they have failed confession attempts? When/where/how did they finally confess?

𖠰 Acacia — Pining Aesthetic. Songs that reminds them of you, writing aesthetic that describe their feelings, moodboard (pictures that reminds them of you/their favorite pictures of you).

𖠰 Teak — Suggest your own headcanon you'd like to read.

[chillyneon]

Imagine replacing the main character with yourself! You have the plot armor, you have the hidden power, you are the only one who can win because YOU RUN THE DAMN SHOW NOW. Be overpowered if you want, it's fun for selfshipping power fantasy of all kinds.

All of your F/Os love you in any way shape or form, even your enemy F/Os

If the main character is also an F/O, you're just as important, if not MORE important than them.

Who is the captain? Why you of course, tell everyone their orders and they shall follow!

Who was the chosen one? That's you by the choice of the cosmos!

Who goes through incredible physical harm from fights, but always manages to get back up and win? That's you, the amazing main character!!

Who is "some nobody" that the leader originally brushed off but is now having their plans ruined? You're the person who is Public Enemy #1, and they will take you down.

Who is doomed by the narrative and the entire story is in the past, leading up to the painful fate? Get ready for trauma, our dear S/I main character, you don't deserve the pain but damn is it good angst.

Who is the best main character? YOU, ITS YOU!!! YOUR F/Os THINK SO TOO!!!!!

[stoopkidlisteningtocsh]

How would you describe your selfship dynamic? Also I love you s/i's design, the hair is very cool!

Woah! I didnt expect an actual ask to come from that reblog this is so awesome. And thank you so much!! I was hoping i nailed the weird ace attorney hair so im glad it stands out!

Id say theyre dynamic falls into that trope of like "guy whos very used to chaos in relationships x guy who's very emotionally intelligent and reliable" lol. The angst that comes from their relationship sometimes usually comes from Kyllo getting far too in his head about things. Since they've always been the rock in there relationships being the more "unstable" one gives him alot of worries. But Gumshoe dosent see him like that and is just kinda like "You can relax y'know" and that process takes awhile. Gumshoe has a type for the emotionally constipated lmao

(in my...au? I guess it would be. Edgeworth (and to a lesser degree Phoneix) do enter into relationships with Kyllo, too. It's just more casual and less defined than his relationship with gumshoe becomes. Edgeworth and Kyllo absolutely know they both have some sort of feelings for Gumshoe. Edgeworth thinks Kyllo is the better pick as he's generally more of a light-hearted person. Kyllo thinks Edgeworth is the better pick because of him and Gumshoes' long history that he doesn't wish to invade on. Sort of developing this "may the best man win" competition, but in the stupid idiot way, were they try to push Gumshoe towards the other person. Gumshoe, being extremely emotionally intelligent, does eventually kinda pick up on this and makes the observation "i could be with both of you, yknow?" They didn't think about that. Edgeworth is worried about what Phoneix would think, but Phoniex thought they'd been dating for years, so he's surprised when he's asked about it.

More funny answer: yapper x listener. Kyllo is very much the "quiet in public, wont shut the fuck up in private" kinda guy. Infodump megee over her. Gumshoe loves to listen tho.

[dreamspace24]

I didn't reblog it from you but I'm doing this for you ajyway because like. cmon im number one cold days fan /silly

YOU AND TED ARE SO CANON !!!! litteraly no one could look at cold days and go 'that ship isnt for me' its for everyone!!! it's got good backstory, it's got doomed ending, it's got such well written angst, it's got grumpy x Sunshine, it's got bi4bi, it has everything !!! and that's just the main story! every au is so well crafted, you can tell that you two are meant for eachother. Your love for eachother is so so clear always, cold days 5ever

So many #1 cold days fans, THANK YOU FRIEND <33333

I have spent so much time plotting out Cold Days. Like, initially (because I was afraid of self-inserts), the plotline was kinda just. "Oh wouldn't this be fun if it were me" cause that's just what all my friends discussed back when we were heavily in the fandom.

And then I finally got comfortable being. Public about my selfship with him, and our relationship, and it *snowballed*.

I think my favorite part of their relationship is the doomed ending. In the same way Orpheus and Eurydice are doomed. Orpheus will always look back. Ted will always sacrifice himself for everyone else. Both will wander the Earth in wait, for the day they can reunite with their lover. And as tragic as that is, isn't that lovely? To not be afraid that this time is not the last time? That you'll find each other in the next life? I think that's sweet.

I'm bad at giving anyone a 100% doomed, no one wins, endings. I think everyone deserves a happy ending. Just, the definition of "happy" is subjective. And may not always look happy from certain perspectives.

And at the end of the day, even if we were doomed, at least the love was there.

[seijch]

i hope everyone knows that all my selfship pinterest boards boil down to “what if we were Stupid ... Together ❤”

[darkacademicfrom2021]

SERIES REC LIST

Or Loki and TH series I loved.

It has come to my attention that I have a list of absolute favourite series in here and I think it's never too much to keep sharing them with my mutuals in case you don't know some of them.

This list is 1) non exhaustive 2) not in order of which one I liked the most because I love them all for different reasons 3) the main reasons vary but I think they're all absolutely amazing and if they made it to the list is because I've felt too many things reading them 4) they're all either Loki or Tom Hiddleston

Firstly, we have @divine-library / @divine-mistake 's Loki series, "The cracks in our reality". Anyone who follows me knows how much I adore this series, especially because of the magnificent writing. I also recommend her drabbles, I've even translated one to Spanish. This is an enemies to lovers, extremely slow burn, Loki is written AMAZINGLY, and I related way, way too much to Rabbit even when I am nothing like her (which says a lot about the composition of the characters, too). You cannot miss this series, I insist.

I've recently read "Shatter this glass and set me free", by @shiningloki and I cannot BELIEVE I haven't come across this writer before. I'm baffled. There are many other works that I haven't read yet, but this one was enough to win my heart and admiration. An element bender forms a relationship with Loki, who is imprisoned on the Avengers Tower. It eventually has smut, and their whole relationship is so, so sweet.

Virtual Strangers by @lov3nerdstuff is, and I cannot stress this enough, IMMACULATE. Tom Hiddleston x reader, with so much Shakespeare. If you're a burned out gifted kid you'll love this one. Also, the TENSION. They fall in love through texts and you don't know it's him until you meet him. And it's so sweet and you feel an overall sense of kindness towards the world after reading it, it's amazing.

Are you a nerd and a hopeless romantic? Good! Me too! And @lucywrites02 's "From the bottom of my heart" is just perfect for us, then. It's about a scientist that works on the wonders of love as a chemical mystery, but that's never been actually in love. It's a slow burn friends to lovers with Loki, and it's gonna make you scream out of adorableness just in 2 chapters.

Dont mess with cats by @the-emo-asgardian is Loki x reader, and Loki is a black cat for the entire series. It has mystery, Frostiron friendship, and following clues like Sherlock. Do you need more convincing? I don't think so. No, seriously, I read it while the chapters were still updating and it was my favourite moment of the week. I had to make a cup of coffee and sit on the couch, it was a whole experience.

Texts with Tom Hiddleston and Texts with Loki, both from @lindsey-laufeyson. The one with TH includes both text and writing format and it's ✨immaculate✨. Both are NSFW. They're both different, the Tom Hiddleston one is much more fluffy with a bit of angst, and the Loki one is just pure sass and smut.

A Dutiful Disaster by @cake-writes is an impeccably written enemies to lovers with a royal AU and arranged marriage. The (fem!)reader is a princess forced to marry her childhood "enemy", Loki. It has banter, TENSION (believe me when I tell you it leaves you holding your breath) and hate-sex. Super recommended.

I will be adding more, and everytime I add something I'll reblog it, so stay tuned if you're interested!

Taglist: @lucywrites02 , @louieboo87 @the-departed-potato , @jesuswasnotawhiteman , @idontknow296 , @beksib , @spythoschei , @geekwritersworld , @whatafuckingdumbass , @mysticunicorn7 @shadowolf993 , @joscelyn02 , @t00-pi , @selfship-mishaps , @sallymagnoliaposts , @deadgirl88 , @theonewiththenerds , @vicmc624 , @spiderlaufeyson @theaudacitytowrite @bi-andready-tocry @alorev @justasmisunderstoodasloki @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @theetoastyghosty @lokiprompts @sarahpaq08 @lostgreekgod

[linkemon]

Ryōmen Sukuna x Reader (selfship)

Selfship made for Bajurka_ on Wattpad with a special wish for a romantic relationship with angst. It turned out toxic but I don’t think that Sukuna can be normal in any way XD

Friendly reminder that English is not my first languge. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

× You have known Sukuna from the beginning of his existence. You have reincarnated many times in over a thousand years, and fate always puts you in his way. This time you are an ordinary girl with the ability to see the curses.

× Ryomen calls your relationship love and some elements of it do indeed meet its usual definition, but you are by no means an average couple.

There is an unhealthy fascination on both sides. Yuji warns you about the King as he carries curse within him. It upsets you because you don't have the opportunity to talk freely and privately with your destiny.

× You sometimes remember fragments of your past lives.

Your lover was a real jealous type. He squashed competitors in his hand like ants. As well as anyone who might have threatened you.

Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you didn't. Much depends on the specific life. But your famous, dispassionate expression has always come in handy in these situations.

× The demon refuses to admit it, but at first he barely endured seeing you die. So much that he once did it himself so that no one else could make him suffer this way.

You remembered that blood, pain, and tears and reminded him of it. He has never done it again since then.

× Your fear of carrion has been troublesome. Especially with the amount of dead bodies you had to endure.

Sukuna sometimes waited with massacres until you were out of sight. He also happened to cover your eyes with his hand and fight like that. He found it protective and fun. It was a kind of a challenge for him.

× Being by his side, you didn't have to worry about crowds of strangers. Usually the people ran away, died or were simply too afraid to approach you.

× Sukuna’s attitude showed possessiveness. He held you by the waist just to show you were his. Sudden kisses were also on daily basis. He was rarely gentle on these matters...

× Your laughter for no specific reason is quite natural for him. He finds mankind funny, so why not giggle with you?

× He never let you feel low when it comes to self-esteem. You stood by his side and that was the highest possible compliment and it reminded of how important you were.

× You have many interests, because for centuries you could not decide what you like best. Some rudimentary knowledge of cooking, dancing, theatre and music is still there, creating an interesting mix. Sukuna was especially fond of your art. Both writing (old poems) and dance performances. He loved it when you prepared them especially for him.

× He never interrupted your sleep. He happened to look at you in the moonlight a lot. He stroked your hair, enjoying the moments when he found the remnants of peace within himself.

× Your relationship is complicated. You have already found each other in this life, but you are not sure what to do just yet. Especially with limited contact at the moment. You are waiting for the conflict between Ryomen and the Jujutsu Sorcerers to develop to see who comes out victorious. If Sukuna wins, you will eventually spend some time together and who knows...

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

The Confession

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x Nic Blake

A/N: This happens a few months after the second movie. It was supposed to be a lot fluffier than it ended up being but I love me some angst! Also I’m sorry if this fic feels a little off or awkward, I wrote this while sick and my brain is still a little fuzzy.

Tag List: @sable-myers @fangedwife @hyperionshipping @victorvampir @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos @belcanto-selfships @licensedcrime

Cece purred and shivered as Nic finished scrubbing the red and orange paint from her wings. She shook her body and water sprayed across the walls of the stable and onto Nic, who let out a groan.

“Cece!” She scolded the dragon, but Cece let out a guttural sound, a laugh. “I told you not to do that!” The Changewing continued to laugh, nuzzling against Nic’s stomach with her snout. Nic sighed, scratching under Cece’s chin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Nic!” Came a voice, and she looked over to see Snotlout walking over to her in the stable. “That was a, uh, a really good race! Congrats on winning.”

Dragon racing. It was something Nic participated in regularly with her friends, but she rarely won. It was by some miracle that she managed to win that day, and as a result Cece was given many honey combs to snack on while Nic washed off the paint.

“Thanks, Snotlout,” Nic replied, looking back to Cece.

“Yeah, we never saw you coming,” he joked, laughing a little halfheartedly at his own humor. When she didn’t laugh he cleared his throat. “Get it? Cause Cece’s a Changewing?” She looked over unamused before focusing back on her dragon. Snotlout shifted on his feet. “Can we talk?” He asked, honestly a bit nervous. She wasn’t paying attention enough to notice though.

He didn’t know when he’d get another shot like this. Nic didn’t make herself easily available for one on one time. In all honesty, he was desperate enough to just blurt out what he wanted to say. But then all that planning a speech was for nothing.

“Sorry but I can’t right now.” She fixed the saddle on Cece, not looking at Snotlout. “I have to get to work.”

“Oh, okay. Well maybe later then?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Maybe, if I have time,” Nic told him. She mounted onto Cece. “I have to get the bakery. Come on, Cece.”

The Changewing grunted and her winds spread out before she started for the exit of the stables. As she was taking off, Snotlout called out.

“That’s cool! Maybe I’ll see you there!” He wasn’t sure if she heard him as she gave no indication that she did.

Hookfang huffed, pushing Snotlout slightly. He glared over at the Monstrous Nightmare.

“What?” He asked, arms crossed. Hookfang only rolled his eyes and began to walk away. “What, do you think I said something wrong? Hookfang. Hookfang!”

Cece landed in front of the bakery and Nic jumped off the saddle. She scratched under Cece’s chin.

“Let’s hope mom isn’t too upset I’m late. For the fifth time this week,” Nic mumble to her dragon.

Cece purred in response, obviously amused to see the outcome.

Stepping into the small bakery, Nic pulled an apron off the wall and put it on. She tied it behind her back as Cece followed her into the room.

“There you are,” her mother, Greta, greeted, pulling some freshly baked bread from the oven.

“I’m late, I know,” Nic huffed, kicking a pillow shaped like dough from under the table against the far wall. Cece pounced on it, laying on the pillow as Nic set up her station. The four headed Snaptrapper napped in the far corner. They were Petunia, Tulip, Rose, and Daisy in that order. But Nic had come to affectionately know them as Garden. “Hey Garden,” she smiled at tired dragons. They let out grunts of acknowledgment but didn’t open their eyes.

As Nic started to knead at the dough, Cece watched this before beginning to knead on the pillow she had been laying on. Nic quickly discovered how much Cece loved to mimic her while baking. Kneading was her favorite thing, so naturally one night she made something for Cece to knead.

“I heard you won the race. That’s great. It’s ‘bout time, honestly,” her mother said, putting two loaves in the oven to bake.

“Yeah, I won. It wasn’t easy though,” Nic replied.

Behind her, her mother glanced over and noticed something was off with her daughter. Any other day she would’ve been over the moon to have won a race. The more she thought about it, the more she realized Nic had woken up in a sour mood.

Clearing her throat, Greta began to pack loaves of bread into a basket. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“No,” Nic shook her head, glancing in confusion over her shoulder at her mother.

“But you do know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“I know, mom.”

There was a pregnant pause as her mother waited for her to take the hint. But Nic stayed silent as she worked the dough, so Greta sighed.

“So… Snotlout, huh?” Greta watched Nic who froze in place at the mention of him. Nic was glad her mother couldn’t see her growing blush. Once she got over the surprise, Nic shook her head and continued to knead.

“What about him?” She asked.

“When are you going to tell him you like him?“ Greta asked her, and Nic immediately shook her head.

“Absolutely not. Never.” She grew more aggressive with her kneading. “He likes Ruffnut, and I’ve accepted he’ll never see me the way I see him. So I’m moving on with my life, keeping him at arms length to get rid of the feelings.”

“Are you sure that’s what’s best?” There was no reply from Nic, and her mother sighed. “I’ll be honest, no boy is worth this much trouble, especially not a Jorgenson. But you like him, and I think you should tell him.”

“Mom,” Nic warned. Boys and relationships weren’t a topic they talked about often. “I’m an adult. I can handle my own problems.”

“I know.” Greta sighed. “I just worry. I want you to be happy, and it’s obvious Snotlout makes you happy.”

“He also makes me irritated, and angry, and exasperated and–”

“Yes, yes,” her mother nodded. “Jorgenson men will do that. You forget how many years I spent meditating the arguments between Spitelout and Stoick.”

“But if he irritates me so badly then why do I like him?” Nic asked, completely at a loss. She looked back to her mother who shrugged.

“Maybe you see something in him that you don’t recognize yet. Or maybe you just have bad taste in men.”

“Oh jeez, thanks mom.” Nic rolled her eyes.

Greta chuckled as she finished packing the basket of bread. “Enough boy talk for now. I need you to deliver these. I’ve got the list for you so you know who to go to.”

Nic wiped her hands on the apron and stepped over to her mother. She took the list and the basket. Cece, noticing her rider was finished kneading, paused her movements and watched.

“And when you’re delivering to Silent Sven, please try and keep Cece well behaved. We both remember what happened last time,” her mother warned.

Nic nodded, recalling how long it took to fix the fence to the sheep pen after Cece got overexcited at the sight of a lamb. Acid got all over the fence and it took forever to collect the sheep and get them back in the pen.

“I will, mom, promise. Right, Cece?” Nic looked over at her dragon who grinned without remorse. Nic rolled her eyes, knowing her dragon didn’t share the same sentiment. “I’ll deliver these and be right back.” She took the basket from her mother. “Come on, Cece. Let’s go.”

The Changewing followed Nic out of the bakery, and once outside Nic strapped the basket to the side of the saddle. She mounted Cece and they took to the air.

It went smoothly as usual. Nic made sure to keep Cece far away from the sheep or lambs at Sven’s farm. There were only a few names on the list left before she could go back to the bakery and finish for the day. Easy peasy.

“Nic!”

Or not.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she heard Snotlout call out to her. He approached on Hookfang, grinning at her.

“Snotlout, hey,” she said monotoned. Honestly she wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. Not for a while. It would simply be counter productive. And as much as it killed her to be cold and snappish with him, she felt it was best.

“Hey, glad I caught you. I wanted to talk to you–”

“I’m sure whatever you want to talk to me about is important but can’t it wait? I’m working.”

“I just figured since we’re up here all alone it would be a good time to talk!” He said.

“What part about we can talk later didn’t you understand?” She asked him.

“Well, technically it is later…”

Hookfang rolled his eyes.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Nic sighed. “Snotlout, I cannot talk. I need to finish these deliveries and get back to the bakery.”

“I know, but I swear this will only take a minute–”

“Seriously, Snotlout, I have to go. Why don’t you go flirt with Ruffnut? It’s all you’ve been doing the past year,” she snapped.

Before he could respond or even see the hurt in her eyes, Nic directed Cece to the next place they had to deliver to. He watched her leave, and after a few moments he had Hookfang land on a nearby rooftop. He kept watch for her, and when Nic came back to the bakery, he watched her and Cece go inside. He stayed up there for the next few hours waiting for her to leave.

And eventually, when the sun was starting to get low and the sky was changing from blue to orange and pink, she left the bakery.

Snotlout had watched her and Cece fly from the bakery to the stables. This was his chance. She was alone. But she was upset with him. She was going to need time to calm down before he talked to her. The last time she was angry at him and he talked to her before she calmed down he ended up being stranded on an isle not too far from Berk with only the clothes on his back. Hookfang came and rescued him. Eventually.

He grimaced at the memory and decided to be cautious this time. Last thing he needed was a dagger thrown his way while he was trying to tell her how he felt. He still had half a mind to announce it in the Great Hall during dinner, but Astrid stressed to him multiple times that if he did that then Nic would never speak to him again.

When he finally found her, she was busy cleaning Cece’s claws and feet, just like she did every two days right before dinner. Hookfang nudged him as he stayed close to the wall, hidden from her view. He glared at his dragon.

“Not yet. I need to make sure she won’t kill me first,” Snotlout shushed Hookfang.

His attention was drawn back to Nic when he heard a cry, which both confused and worried him. He had never seen her cry before. Tear up, yes. But her crying was something she always did in private, even back on Dragon’s Edge. It also made him feel a little guilty. He didn’t mean to upset her or make her cry.

“What’s wrong with me, Cece?” Nic sniffled.

The Changewing chittered sadly as her rider wiped away tears on her shoulder. Nic continued to use the cloth wrapped dagger to clean between Cece’s toes as she continued.

“I mean first Snotlout had a thing for Astrid. It was always Astrid this, Astrid that. He was always trying to impress Astrid and win her over!” Nic used the back of her hand to wipe away more tears. “And then he moved on to Heather, and then— this is the one that kills me. He goes for Ruffnut!” She shook her head, dipping the clothed dagger into the soapy water before bringing it back to finish cleaning between the claws. “He’d rather settle for Ruffnut before he’d ever glance at me.” She tossed the dagger into the bucket and shook her head. “Am I really that undesirable?”

“What are you talking about?” Snotlout asked as he stepped from behind the corner. “Of course you’re desirable.”

Nic gasped, looking over at him. Cece watched them, and so did Hookfang. When neither of them said anything, Cece used her tail to lift Nic to her feet. Hookfang looked to Snotlout who stayed frozen in place.

“Snotlout— how long have you been standing there?”

Rolling his eyes, Hookfang pushed Snotlout forward towards Nic. He cleared his throat.

“I kind of… heard the whole thing.”

Nic’s cheek grew red and she looked to her feet. “Oh.”

“Hear me out.” He took a breath. “I’m an idiot. I should’ve been honest with you from the beginning. But I… I like you too. A lot, actually.” He sighed, rubbing neck. “Trying to impress Astrid, Heather, trying to become Mala’s king, trying to compete with Fishlegs for Ruffnut… it was all an act. It was my stupid attempt to try and get over my feelings for you. I figured if I pretended to like them long enough, I’d be able to stop having feelings for you and convince myself I do like them. But I was wrong.”

There was no reply from Nic, and Cece— in an attempt to encourage her rider —nudged her closer to him. They were a foot apart at most by this point. After a moment, Nic wiped away the mostly dried tears and looked up at him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me from the start? Did you hate having feelings for me so much you’d rather pretend they don’t exist?” She asked, voice breaking as she spoke.

Snotlout’s heart immediately shattered at hearing that. He shook his head vigorously and took her hands gently. “No, no, absolutely not. It was the hardest thing in the world to pretend I didn’t like you. But I thought it was what I needed to do.”

“Why?”

“Because—” he gestured to her and Cece, “—you’re the first person to train a Changewing. Not just that but you’re an amazing person. You deserve the best, you deserve the world. I don’t feel worthy enough for you.”

Nic shook her head. “How long have you felt this way?”

“I didn’t realize I liked you until we got to Dragon’s Edge. I saw you more, we were alone more. And the more we spent time together the more I fell for you, and the less worthy I felt. But I like you, Nic.”

“Snotlout, you’re an idiot,” she told him bluntly. But before he could reply, she took hold of his fur vest and closed the gap between them, pulling him into a kiss. It caught him by surprise, and by the time he began to respond to the kiss it was over. Nic smiled at him as she pulled away. “But you’re my idiot.”

He smiled back at her as his hands settled on her waist. “I’m very lucky to be your idiot.”

“And I’m sorry too, about today. I convinced myself if I pushed you away then it would be easier for me to stop liking you. I’m sorry I was so short with you.”

“It’s fine. I kind of started it so in a way, it’s my fault too.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but in her excitement, Cece roared and bounded towards the pair. The Changewing pushed them, and they fell back onto Hookfang who pushed them up and forwards. They laughed as they got steady on their feet.

“I guess Cece’s happy for us,” Snotlout commented as Cece purred, nuzzling into Nic’s side.

“She sure is, a little excited too,” Nic replied, reaching down to rub Cece’s head.

“So, Nic… what are you doing after this?” He asked.

“I was planning on heading to the Great Hall for dinner and then sit on the highest cliff I can find and watch the sunset.” She gently tugged on the fur vest and pulled him down until their faces were barely an inch apart. She was smirking. “Care to join me, Jorgenson?”

Snotlout chuckled nervously, face growing red. “Would I? Of course.”

“Good. But if I’m honest, I don’t think a lot of sunset watching is going to happen,” she told him playfully, pecking him on the lips.

“I don’t mind!”

“I don’t mind either,” she smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

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ღOne Of Everythingღ

Stories/Oneshots/Drabbles

Butterfly Kisses - Tamaki gets forced into training the first years and things look grim until a certain someone comes along. (oc x canon fluff)

A Little Longer, Please? - Tatsuya is absolutely head over heels for his boyfriend Denki, it's too bad no one else gets to know that. (oc x canon fluff)

Just Look at Him - Kirishima miiight have a small crush on a certain upperclassmen, and there's nothing wrong with that!! (oc x canon fluff)

Breathless - Oikawa has never been so transparent in a relationship before and to say he was absolutely in love with Yachiyo was an understatement. (oc x can fluff)

Puppy love - Mirio has a really hard time believing his crush will ever like him, she's just so great and he'd hate to ruin what they have. (selfship angst)

Nice to Meet Ya! - Bee wins a lottery to go to UA! But uh she didn't consider the whole not knowing how to speak Japanese problem. (intro to self-ship, how they met fluff)

Eclipse - 200 word flash fic challenge, haven't been thinking about Mirio for a bit and put his feelings into words. (selfship/x reader angst)

Headcanons

Thirsts - 18+ ONLY!!!

Monster Prom:

ღBrian on the brain🤭

Imagine/Concept:

ღDick kisses

ღShy boys 💕

(Again, any nsfw content can ONLY be reblogged or liked by those 18+. If you do not have an age or age indicator in bio and you are found liking this content I will BLOCK you.)

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I finally figured out what to do for my 400 followers gift!

A RAFFLE!

This is my first time doing this but I’ll try my best 👀

✨What I Will Do✨

Pretty much any fandom

Romantic, familial, and platonic ships

Angst

Problematic characters

Yandere (I’ll tag it as such if you want me to post it)

The only things I won’t do are in the next category tbh hfhf

✨What I Won’t Do✨

NSFW or even implied NSFW (it makes me uncomfortable, I’m sorry)

Mechas (nothing against shipping with them! I just can’t draw them)

Anything in my DNI/BYF (look at my caard in my description)

✨Rules✨

Must be following me to enter! You can follow me for this but please don’t do so just for the raffle and then unfollow me

Put “The Selfship Spaghet” in the tags so I know you aren’t a bot (idk first thing that came to mind hfhf)

You can only reblog once (make sure it’s to your self ship blog!)

I’ll message the winners once the raffle’s over! If you don’t respond within two days the spot you had will go to another.

✨The Prizes✨

1st place: a digitalized drawing, colored and shaded

(Example)

2nd place: a digitalized lineart

(Example. It is a meme I’m sorry but it’s the only recent example I had that wasn’t colored hfhf y’alls will be better I swear)

3rd, 4th, and 5th place: traditional drawing/sketch

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The raffle starts TODAY and ends AUGUST 2nd!

So I’ll make a post then to let y’all know who wins ^^

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[lovely-selfships] hewwo idk if you're still doing those headcanon things but can i get uhhh 💟 w/ me and nikki, thank you~

fluff:

> During winter, she always drags you out with her to play in the snow.

> You two go on arcade dates a lot. And she likes to win at things and give you the prizes. Although, every time she sees it, she does like to remind you that she won it.

> She likes it when you stroke her hair while she plays video games on her computer.

angst:

> She’s quite insecure and often fears that you only stay with her out of pity.

> fantasy,,,,,,, au,,,, where,,, you have powers and she doesn’t and you can’t tell her. but she’s noticing that you keep disappearing and she assumes you’re just cheating.

> a ton of mutual pining because both of you are a little not ready to tell.