#Awkward-Writing

[awkward-writes-shit]

Yandere Medic (TF2) headcannons

I feel like Medic is an possessive / sadistic Yandere.

Possessive from the fact that he would absolutely attempt to Pocket Medic you (Most likely trying to syringe gun anyone getting a little too close for his comfort.) and sadistic because he would find the idea of you covered in blood or your organs visible absolutely arousing.

Totally inserted a tracker into one of your organs during a surgery. It’s just to keep you safe. That’s all he wants…

Spoiler alert, it’s not.

His ‘gifts’ would probably be random organs, (he won’t tell you whose) or he removes yours and just rants about how beautiful they are before either placing them in a jar or carefully placing them back. (It’s usually the first option.)

This fucker absolutely loves watching you sleep. Feeds his delusional ass about keeping you safe.

#1 Yapper to his doves or the spy head about you. Physically cannot shut up about you.

Most likely has a journal about you. Favourite colour, food, clothes, internal organs, your blood type, possible kinks, your schedule, people you like, a kill list for people you don’t. Just the norm.

If you reciprocate his love, you ain’t leaving. Try to run? Chained up. Tried again? Bye bye legs!

Dude is already convinced you’re married. You’re just a little forgetful! But don’t worry, he’ll love you until you do remember! He’ll never stop loving you… Never…

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[soapcloth]

Corporate office worker!Ghost. The big guy huddled over the computer in the cubicle next to you muttering to himself, fingers too big to reasonably use the allotted keyboard, always in and out of HR because every time he opens his mouth at the water cooler he’s spouting a new morbid joke, but his work speed is unmatched and he’s incredibly competent so they can’t get rid of him— you’re almost sure he’s losing his mind and every lunch he’s staring at you across the break room through hollow, tired eyes like you’re the thing he really wants to eat.

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[gojoest]

nanami kento tries so hard not to fuck you on your first date, it makes him feel like a terrible man. he’s not like this, usually. you just frustrate every single cell in him, sexually — he can’t believe this is happening to him, honestly.

it’s a pain, he acts cold and distant — he’s simply trying to hide his boner half of the time. he zones out while you speak — your lips are distracting, he can’t hear a single word you speak. he can only think of the many ways your lips would shape and shift when you moan and whimper his name the deeper he sinks his cock in you. also, can you fit all of him down your throat? oh, can you—

fuck…

his cock gets hard under the table, forcing a sense of panic in him while he ponders whether he’s visibly leaked and stained his slacks or not. terrified to look down, because he knows. he’s so fucked.

he needs to wait a bit before you leave the restaurant, to cool off a bit, calm down. but it only gets worse from there.

he drives you back home, but doesn’t leave the car to walk you to your doorstep. his cock is hard again, aching so bad it limits his movements. besides if he steps out and stands tall before you — you will see, this time you definitely will. he’s embarrassed. and on top of that, he feels like an ass, the lowest of the lowest, for treating you so poorly.

the entire car ride was torturous to him, courtesy of your scent so close to him in the passenger seat, along with the way you tucked your hands between your thighs every now and then — perhaps the awkward silence got you nervous. he wondered all the way to your house how you smelled and tasted, down there.

you think the whole date was a disaster, and that he’ll never call you again but little did you know, the first thing he did when he went back home was jerk off — not once, not twice, but three fucking times, thinking about you. furiously.

later, he texts you. you blink a few times in utter disbelief.

dinner tomorrow? i’ll cook

dinner — at his place, that is. he’ll change the bedsheets in the morning with freshly washed ones, because this time — he’ll fuck you.

[bluerosefox]

Prom Invite

Wanna know what would be funny.

DeadTired Prom story.

Like no really hear me out.

As a bet or a dare or just Danny deciding to shoot his shot, Danny asks Tim Drake-Wayne to Casper's High Senior Prom via social media. He honestly thinks it will NEVER happen because come on its the internet and stuff.

But what if, what if Tim whose had an argument with Bruce or something and wanting to have some normal fun again before he became CO-CEO of WE or Red Robin see's the @ Danny sent him and decides you know what.

WHY THE HECK NOT?!

Danny wasn't expecting the guy to show up on prom night to pick him.

[authenticity2025]

If it gets awkward, let it be awkward. That awkwardness is something they created. You don’t owe anyone a performance of being okay when you are not feeling okay so that they can feel better about themselves. Jennifer Peepas

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Something, something can I have a prompt list that’s smth like this:

“Can I kiss you?”

“Im Sorry, wHAT!?” /pos

That might be a bit too vague so erm… a prompt list for like awkward fluffy confessions 🙏🙏

(I low-key don’t know how to ask stuff sorry chat)

Just fyi for everyone, since you said that you are not sure how to ask stuff. There is a guide on how to ask in my bio and one thing that just makes me a bit more happy when answering an ask is a short Hi! at the beginning. Doesn't need more, just makes me happy, since I'm spending quite some time on these asks. But like I said, just cause you said you're unsure about how to ask.

Here are your confessions:

Awkward Fluffy Confessions

"So... really long story short... I like you. Maybe?"

"I like you. If that's ok with you, of course."

"You like me? No, it's not weird! I do it too. Liking me. No, I mean liking you!"

"If I would tell you that I love you, would that scare you away or could we talk about it?"

"This is absolutely not how I wanted to tell you."

"I'm sorry to make this so awkward, I just never felt like this about anyone else before."

"Wait, this is coming out all wrong. I just like you. A lot. That is all I wanted to say."

"It's not anyone else, it is you. The one I... that I like. I like you."

"Not to make this awkward, but there is something I can't keep to myself any longer."

"Liking you has been very easy, I realized."

"Do you think, maybe, that you could feel the same about me?"

"Please, tell me if I should just shut up and maybe even leave, but I have to get this off my chest."

More: Love Confessions

I hope you like them!

- Jana

[clourey]

“you’re ignoring me,” sae mutters, his expression unreadable.

you, in contrast, are evidently very surprised as your eyes widen and your lips part slightly. you turn to meet his gaze, and your confusion is acknowledged with a scoff.

“you didn’t say ‘i love you’ to me this morning, and you haven’t said it all day.”

his countenance doesn’t falter when he speaks, but there is a faint of hurt laced in his voice.

“baby—” you shift your body towards him, gently cupping his cheeks, “i’m so, so sorry, i must’ve…”

you hesitate to continue, inwardly berating yourself.

your boyfriend has admitted to you before, in a rare moment of vulnerability, how much every ‘i love you’ means to him. how — when he’s distanced himself from the affection of everyone else he knows — much weight an ‘i love you’ holds.

so what reason were you to give to him? that you simply forgot?

“you must’ve forgotten?”

sae finishes your sentence. it’s better than hearing you say it.

he knows you didn’t mean to hurt him, but what was he to think when you’d forgotten the gesture of love that he thought was firmly rooted in your daily routine? what was he to think when you’d so easily forgotten something that he thought was natural?

“and you still haven’t said it.”

shit, is your only reaction as sae extracts your hands from his face. he shrugs, promptly leaving you desolate in the living room.

was he overreacting? maybe, he thinks, but today was the first time he felt the same as he did before had he met you.

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 36-39)

* To note. Her hands are scaly. * And...unexpectedly wet?

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[seokminfilm]

printer problems — vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, loosely (and i mean LOOSELY) based on the tv show abbott elementary, first-grade teacher!vernon, kindergarten teacher!reader, vernon is whipped, coworkers to ???, lowkey flirting, svt members mentioned as teachers, cursing (vernon says like 4 curse words), awkward vernon ftw

🤍 summary, the seemingly untouchable first-grade teacher vernon chwe has a little (read: huge) crush, and it's on none other than the sweet kindergarten teacher (aka you)

🤍 author's note, i was scrolling on my 'for you' page on tumblr today and saw a post by @miniskirtmods talking about an abbott elementary au with vernon and i was instantly enamored with the idea 😭 yes i know nothing about this show BUT this was just too cute of an idea to exist SO here we are!

(psa: if you don't know about this show, no worries!! there are no references to the show in this because i know nothing about it and don't want to look stupid trying to know 😭 so just enjoy it as a teacher!vernon fic)

🤍 now playing, mutt (leon thomas)

🤍 word count, 924 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

vernon felt like a second-grader, taking his measly lunch of a turkey sandwich and ranch-flavored veggie straws to the teacher's table as he spied out the land.

("spying out the land" meaning trying to find a place to sit among the many teachers that made this underfunded school what it is.)

he could sit with fifth-grade teacher soonyoung who had a worrying obsession with tiger-print clothes, second-grade teacher joshua who all the staff thought was secretly gay, or maybe even third-grade teacher seokmin who also doubled as the school's event planner, music teacher and librarian.

(yes, they were that understaffed.)

all of those options paled in comparison to you, though—the new kindergarten teacher who everyone loved. you had gotten on everyone's good side in just a short time, and all of your students loved you, singing your praises as they went through the halls.

and vernon's in love with you—how? he doesn't truly know? why? well, he can list a hundred things, but over half of that list would make him sound desperate for your company.

(which wasn't all a lie, either.)

so, vernon, like the second-grade loser he feels like, awkwardly makes his way over to the end of the table where you sit, munching on carrots after dealing with a small disagreement between kids arguing about which sour patch kids flavor was better.

"hi, chwe." you smile, eyes meeting his for the ninth time today—not that vernon was counting or anything. that would be crazy.

...that would be crazy.

"hey," vernon tries his best to be nonchalant, throwing his boxed lunch on the plastic, slightly rickety table as he falls into his seat. his wire-framed glasses slide awkwardly down his nose as he looks down at the box, and he feels his cheeks heat up as you chuckle at him.

"your day been uneventful so far?" you ask sweetly, taking a bite of your salad as you watch vernon slowly. he unpacks his lunch, neatly arranging it before discarding his lanyard with his teacher id enclosed and wetting his lips.

"yeah, thankfully. i mean a kid did almost shit in his chair in my classroom, but that's nothing too new." vernon looks up at you through his eyelashes, admiring the sound of your pretty giggles. god, even your giggles were pretty.

"what about you? how's your day going?" vernon asks, finally taking a bite of his food as he watches you scroll on your phone. your hair falls in your face perfectly, obscuring most of your face except your pretty eyes as you return your gaze back to vernon. and that's the tenth time you've looked him in his eyes.

"it's going pretty good! we played with toys most of the day since the printer stopped working, and we—for some odd reason—we went and got the gym teacher to fix it." you say with a confused tone of voice, and vernon laughs to himself, trying to hide it.

that was very true—the school, being critically understaffed and underfunded (double wham), had a small circle of people who were assigned to do different things. mingyu, the gym teacher, was also the last-minute technician at the school.

"mingyu can't fix anything most of the time, let alone a fucking printer. i don't know why we still let him try to repair things." vernon laughs, and you shake your head, shrugging.

"i don't know, i think it's chivalrous for him to try to fix something, even if he doesn't know how to do it. it's cute, seeing him struggle sometimes." you smile down at your food, and vernon's smile fades just slightly, your words cutting like silly scissors.

vernon wasn't one for fixing things—he'd try to, sure, but as soon as he knew there was no use trying, vernon would stop.

mingyu, on the other hand, wasn't a quitter. he'd do what he did without fail, and whether it worked or not, he'd give it his best. and mingyu was cute while struggling to try to fix things? vernon might as well die, then.

who knew that vernon would ever want to switch places with mingyu? he'd do anything to have you talk about him like that.

"hey, i can fix your printer." before vernon is thinking, vernon is speaking, and he and all of his coworkers know how that ends.

you're staring at him with surprise in your soft, doe-like eyes, and god, vernon feels like he's melting on the spot. you're leaning in just slightly, fork in mid-stab as you eye vernon down. "you can?"

vernon knows he can't fix anything, let alone a whole printer, but with you staring at him like that, how can he say no?

"of course i can." vernon runs with the lie, shrugging nonchalantly and glancing down at his watch to quickly regain his composure.

"let me work on it after school. i'll stay late if you stay late." vernon feels a surge of confidence rush through him, and you smile, raising a playful eyebrow as you smirk at him.

"are you asking me on a date, chwe?" you say teasingly, and vernon's lithe lips part to reveal the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen.

"if you want to call fixing the school's rickety-ass printer after school hours a date, then yeah," vernon says with another shrug, and you nod, smiling as the bell rings, signifying the end of lunch. the two of you stand up, sounds of children filling the room loudly as you mouth: "it's a date."

[bookinsomnia]

Ok, my super specific Kingdon head canon is that Langdon has been searching for a best friend his entire life, but has never been able to find one because he keeps on trying to be best friends with older, male mentor figures rather than his peers (something, something, daddy issues).

I keep on thinking about this because of Langdon's conversation with Robby about whether or not they are best friends, when it is so obvious to anyone with eyes that the closest thing that Robby has to a best friend is probably Abbott.

Langdon and Abby weren't friends to begin with, not sure about the background story with that, but maybe it was more of an on-off situation that got more serious with time. Both genuinely loved each other, even though they both suspected that they might not have been right for each other. Both rushed into the marriage at a pretty young age because they wanted to hit the next milestone in their life which for them involved marriage, a starter home, and children.

So when Langdon (freshly and amicably divorced in my headcanon), starts becoming friends and then best friends with Mel he is genuinely elated and proud because it is the kind of soul bond connection that he had been searching for his entire life but never managed to find. They just get each other, and no one has ever just gotten him before her.

But because Langdon has never had a best friend, and because Mel's best friend her entire life has been her sister, neither of them are fully aware that even best friends have boundaries, much to the bafflement of everyone in the ED.

Langdon is like, of course Mel spends time with my kids every weekend, they are obsessed with her and so am I because she is my best friend. And Mel is like, of course when Langdon stays over we share a bed, he has a bad back and when Becca was living with me full time, she and I would often cuddle on especially cold nights. Mel shows up to the ED late in Langdon's monogrammed scrubs because all of the ones that she kept at Langdon's place were in the wash and he was kind enough to lend her a pair of his. Langdon carries around chocolate and Advil for Mel when it is her time of the month, because he is a feminist and of course he knows her cycle as well as she does, because he's her best friend.

Meanwhile, everyone in the ED is waiting for the two of them to figure out that being best friends and romantic life partners are not mutually exclusive to one another.

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[heywriters]

look. I never questioned the admonition "don't write a disabled character that gets suddenly cured by the end," but didn't truly understand it either.

Then I watched an episode of a popular '70s show where a woman suffers an accident that leaves her blind. By the end of the episode—and abstractly through the power of love—she can see again! No ongoing medical treatment, no miracle, just love! And that was normal writing, on TV, for adults. Disabilities existed for plot and then magically went away to get a happy ending. Because, of course, being disabled means you can't have a happy ending, and gee wouldn't it just be so hard on the abled character who loves you if you were blind all the time? unbelievable

So for anyone else who isn't sure if this is a hard and fast rule or if there's nuance, maybe knowing how not to write it will help.

[gardensnakie]

They are SOOOO normal