#but yeah no i was tough and cool and not cringe

[deneveve-is-lost]

I'm the worst because if I find out complete strangers who I follow on social media think something I like is annoying I start thinking I should probably just kill myself and save myself the embarrassment, it's not ideal

[lavendermanna]

listened to everything was forever by british sea power today, wasnt too impressed at the start but it grew on me. i like a guy who sounds unhinged and the guy from this band can still do a good unhinged sounding guy even in the apocalypse future timline in which we live.

anyway i remember doppelganger being pretty good but otherwise nothing much stands out. i like their older albums more (in fact im listening to the first one right now and it fuckin rocks maybe ill do a blog post about it also)

[homunculus-argument]

The reason why so many writers fail to write those Tough Edgy Cool Dude Overpowered Badass Protagonists is that the key to writing them is that they aren't supposed to be actually cool. Sure, the character's design is badass, he's got awesome powers and and he manages to look cool in individual scenes taken out of context, but if you scrape off that thin veneer of "holy shit did you see that gun flip?" this guy is just a skittish, scrungly little loser full of false bravado.

Like yeah sure he could split a fucking planet in half and look cool doing so, but the reason he did that was in an attempt to try to get his ex back, but she's already moved on and is dating someone better who actually has a real job. And doesn't have an overwhelming porn addiction.

And a key element to making characters like this lovable is making a split between the characters who actually buy that bravado bullshit, and the ones who see right through it. You can't write a Cool Tragic Protagonist Who's Hated By Everyone For No Reason, that's not realistic and emotionally mature people don't relate to that, nor can you write a Cool Tragic Protagonist Who Is Adored And Admired By Everyone, that's just mortifying and cringe. But you can write one that can fool some people sometimes, but also makes someone else facepalm and go "I can't believe those people actually think that my loser brother is cool."

This divide also happens in the audience - splitting them into the adoring and naive who genuinely buy into the whole Thin Veneer Of Awesome Badass, and the ones who can see right through it and still love this unfathomably pathethic wretched little creature whose only tangible achievement is managing to look hot in a trenchcoat.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My lovely @henderdads Cass, I unfortunately didn't manage to write a full length fanfiction that you 100% deserve for your birthday, buuuut...I saw that your fav Disney movie is Mulan. What if I gave you a very adjusted Mulan Steddie AU idea with a partial apocalypse, joining the army in place of someone you love, and an incredibly annoying voice in your ear who tells you what to say and do...

Eddie Munson is very much anti-war, thank you. He hates the army, hates the cops, tolerates Chief Hopper because he's cool, but overall authority? Nah, not for him. Eddie would never, ever join something violent and wear camo.

The world doesn't care about his preferences. When interdimensional rifts start popping up left and right and the whole planet is currently battling creatures pouring out of what is called the Upside Down dimension, every family has to send a man to join the war.

Eddie should not be joining anything. After a horrific car crash that nearly cost him his life, half of his torso is nothing but scars, his body is weak from spending months in the hospital, plus his aim is atrocious. But the government said someone needs to go, and his beloved uncle Wayne, the 50-ish man who looks like a nihilist but is secretly all the goodness in the world personified, is gearing up to go and serve his country. That just won't do.

He steals the letter ordering someone from the Munson family to join the Hawkins battlefield and prays that no one will have a chance to check his records. They probably won't, most of the documents for his town got burned to a crisp when a rift opened under the office. And because he knows absolutely nothing about the special Upside Down units he's about to join, he's doing what he knows the best - practicing by roleplaying. He's simulating small talk with "the boys". He's trying cheeky comebacks. And he's incredibly, cringe-inducingly bad at it.

Fortunately for him, or maybe not, he has a guardian angel, except the angel is a 13 year old kid he used to DM for. His name is Dustin and he's ruthless. When he stumbles upon Eddie's "Oh yeah, I used to play the ball in high school. Which ball? Uh...all the ball!", he announces Eddie is useless and gives him a small comm he's developed with his nerdy friends. "Don't worry," he says, "I will guide you through everything."

And Eddie believes it might be a good thing, that it might counterbalance his uncontrollable mouth, at least until the moment that he sees his sergeant, Steve Harrington. The guy is friendly, capable, tough as nails and incredibly, mind-numbingly pretty.

"Say good to meet you, sir!" the voice in his ear whispers.

Eddie opens his mouth to say exactly that. "Wow, aren't you a sight to behold, big boy!" is what ends up leaving it.

Dustin finds out the hard way that the barely functioning gay disaster Eddie Munson is impossible to guide through anything. He picks the lock to the showers after midnight to avoid showing his scars - or if he wanted to be honest, showering very heterosexually next to Steve fucking Harrington, the man who pulled him out of harm's way when Eddie messed up, and then nonchalantly produced a spiked bat and beat the creature preparing to snack on Eddie to a pulp.

"Why did you freeze when Steve was discussing tomorrow's mission?" Dustin hisses at him.

"You're not here, you twerp, you'd freeze too if you saw all that chest hair!"

Many things end up happening during the war of the worlds (cliché, but it works in Eddie's head). Eddie somehow ends up saving Steve's life by backing into a cassette player, turning it on and blasting "Master of Puppets" all over the battlefield, luring the creatures away from Steve's position. He tries to explain that it was an accident, but no one believes him.

Eddie notices that the creatures are invading in certain patterns. When people ask him how come he noticed something no one else did, he just shrugs and says: "it's what I would have done if I was running this as a campaign." He ignores Dustin's excited rambling about how cool the campaign would be and that Eddie definitely has to survive now.

Steve starts respecting him, even enjoying his company. How the hell did that happen. And there's definitely some tension between them, not the angry kind, and Eddie is taking cold showers now. For health reasons, obviously.

And finally, Eddie finds out that even if his aim sucks, he's pretty great with a flamethrower. They become unbeatable as a close range fighter duo with Steve.

Eventually, Eddie's insight combined with some secret government experimentation (they experimented on a kid? If it didn't work out so well, Eddie would have punched them and then set them on fire) end the war. The portals are closed, the remaining creatures gradually eliminated. Steve and Eddie are decorated as heroes and sent home. It's all very quick, very "let's not talk about this whole rift thing possibly being a government fault, nope!", Steve finally finds out about Eddie not being fit to serve and spirals into an absolute meltdown about endangering someone who was never supposed to fight in the first place. Eddie finds himself sitting on a bus home with a medal and a broken heart.

It's only a few days later, after Wayne's crushing hugs, scolding, well hidden tears and Dustin's constant visits, that someone knocks on his and Wayne's trailer door. It's Eddie's former sergeant Steve Harrington, wearing a soft yellow sweater and the cutest shy smile Eddie's ever seen. "Hi. Uh...I know it's difficult to make up for putting you through all that and not verifying your records. But..." he says and shushes Eddie when he tries to accept all the blame and get into a spiral of his own, "...I think a dinner would be a good start to that apology. How does that sound?"

Eddie grins at him and reaches for his hand. "I'd say you've got yourself a date, big boy."

[deanoheartspie]

Something RED 6

Pairings: Reader x Soldier Boy (Ben)

Warnings: None.

Summary: you knew soldier boy since you were young until the man had gotten tested he had become a whole different person. So when he comes back after Crimson and other supes send him away, it makes him angry

A/N: I love hearing your thoughts! So share what you think.

Edited?: no I'll edit all the mistakes tomorrow. 10/31

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Ben had sat at the picnic table devouring his sandwich like it was going to leave him. He had been acting a little weird, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it until he cleared his throat.

“You know, Blondie the rip-off version of me? I'm his dad”

A small laugh left your lips and you shook your head, “That's a great joke”

Ben on the other hand didn't laugh, not one bit for the first time he looked dead serious which made you gasp “How is that possible...?"

“I get called into Vogelbaum’s lab for an experiment, some stupid shit about genetics. I basically beat my meat into a cup.” he stated very short, he ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed.

“I'm in a tough spot here yeah?”

You awkwardly nod, it did make more sense for Homlanders issues now... You were in no position to tell Ben what to do and neither was Hughie or Butcher if they found out.

“Am I the only one that knows?” you ask wondering who knows already and who you'll have to deal with.

Ben nods “That stupid shit is really mine. He's got a goddamn cape for Christ's sakes” he cringes and shakes his head disprovingly, before downing the rest of the whiskey bottle when smuggled into the basket when you had announced that you both were going for a picnic.

It grew silent. There wasn't much else to talk about it, honestly? It felt kind of weird knowing this information but then again... You were curious to what path Ben would choose. The team or Homelander?

“You should lay off the drinking, I can't exactly carry you back the motel” you teased trying to lighten up the mood, “Also back to what your were saying, what's wrong with a cape? They are pretty cool unless you have a boring looking one”

Ben gave you a side glanced and looked at you in disgust. “Y/n. It's a goddamn cape. It's just stupid.” he mutters his point and you raised a brow.

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“What the fuck is wrong him ay?” Butcher points to Ben who looks like he's conflicting all his life choices.

“Soldier boy you betta not be rethinking our agreement.” The bearded man kicked, Bens foot which nearly ended in a cat fight between the two.

“Butcher leave it alone im handling it.” you said sternly growing annoyed that she had to snap at these men like the we're children for gods sakes they are grown men!

“I talked to blondie on the phone today” Ben tells you before you left the room, stopping in your tracks and turning around.

“You what?!”

“I told him I was his father and all the bullshit.” he said waving around his blunt as he talked.

You were stunned. Annoyed but stunned. Did he know what homelander was like? Because shit like this was going to get them killed.

“Now I need to go tell Butcher this, stay here and I swear to god Ben don't touch anything” you were stressed and on your wits end at this rate. So much was happening and it was all going to fast.

“Butcher. We need to talk.”

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Taglist: @hobby27 @kat-nee @globetrotter28 @tmb510 @beskarfilms @deans-spinster-witch @stoneyggirl2

[mamawasatesttube]

So i was just rotating your "Jack drake lives au" in my mind and at the same time remembered those panels of superman shaking hands with Some Fucking Guy (i think he was being a bitch to Lois or smth) and he makes direct unflinching eye contact with the tight lipped smile and his grip is a little too tight to be friendly

Anyways im not saying he hates Jack but i do think Kon off-handedly mentioned the "joke" about his nail polish and Clark went "oh really now?" And didnt forget

So rip Jack at that family dinner night bc not only is Lois waiting for an excuse to obliterate him but Clark is right there with her and if jack thinks that Good Ol Country folk Ma and Pa will back him up then hes in for a surprise lol

oh yeah absolutely!!!! the thing is. literally Nobody likes jack in this au ksjdhfkd like kon and dick absolutely have texted each other to bitch about him, ma openly shakes her head when she hears about how he treats tim (and she WILL speak her mind if he ever tries to shut that sweet boy down in front of her!), cass literally won't speak to him bc he failed the vibe check so bad, etc...

and like. no one is telling tim this. they Know it'll make him feel like he has to defend his dad bc he loves him! but sometimes tim mentions oh he can't join for games this friday night, he and his dad are going on an early morning fishing trip. and cass just meets kon's eyes across the room behind tim's back and rolls her eyes so hard.

but yeah. clark will mostly let lois handle the obliteration with ma's backup as needed bc he knows she's got this. his form of expressing his severe disapproval of jack, his views, and his parenting? supporting tim. thanking him for doing the dishes after dinner, praising his work ethic, ruffling his hair and telling him he did a great job with that case he wrapped up last week, etc. it makes tim go "!!! :D!!!" like that pic of the cat getting patted. tim has always craved approval and affirmation and affection from people around him and he gets it in spades from the kents. and jack sees his son light up and open up around these people way more than he does with him. it's not a good feeling.

it's just tough bc like, tim doesn't want anyone getting mad at jack. but the idea of anyone getting mad at jack on his behalf is also just such a shock to him. he's not used to that. he feels like he has to manage jack and be responsible for him in a lot of ways (if jack says something shitty in front of lois, tim cringes because now jack is gonna get his ass handed to him and feel humiliated, and that's his dad and he was trying to help, and also he feels like it's on him that his dad is being like that. why? oh you know.) (its the unnamed emotional abuse, thats why.)

but also clark and kon watch lois ask tim how his degree is going now that he's in engineering school, and lightly rib him and ask if she can't poach him into investigative journalism instead, because she doesn't usually take interns but she'd make an exception! and tim cocks his head like a dog and says well, maaaybe he'd be down to consider an internship if she's serious? it does sound cool. what are the details? and jack, who barely gets more than one-word answers when he talks to tim about his future, is just kinda seething. heart rate goin up bc hes mad. and kon and clark just exchange extremely amused glances across the kitchen and sip their hot chocolates.

like the tim and jack dynamic is complicated; it'd be a lot easier if the love wasn't so real but it is present. its just that jack is soooo emotionally immature and grounded in Classic American Manhood and ideas of fatherhood. and the fact that tim is growing beyond that and not fitting in the mold he's "supposed" to eats at him. its a tragedy but also we are all pointing and laughing at jack every time superfam make him grind his teeth.

[altrodent]

Bathroom Confessions

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Mentions of drugs, injections, blood, injuries, OD, and sick. Use of Y/N. Mentions of Steve x Nancy

Summary: After escaping from the grasp of evil Russians, Steve has some confessing to do after a high-induced sick

(A/N): This one isn’t my favorite, but I’m trying to make as many fics as I can before I hit another block. I hope you enjoy! 🩷

In this moment, you were one of the “Scoops-Troop” that wasn’t drugged and beat up by Russians. Currently you were forced, per usual, to babysit the kids. Also known as “let your friends wander while you have to take responsibility.” You didn’t mind though, knowing you got to see at least a tiny bit of “Back To The Future” for free. Dustin kept looking at the entrance of the theater, worried. “They’re fine, Dustin, they’re adults” you said, “Yeah, they’re high adults, and we’re not entirely clear right now” Erica rolled her eyes “I’m sure they’re fine”

Meanwhile, in the decently clean movie theatre restroom, Robin and Steve had gotten too distracted by the moving lights, and had gotten way too sick. After puking up whatever was left in their bodies, they weakly rested on the floor of their separate stalls. Robin ran a hand through her hair, before finally speaking “Have you… ever been in love?” Steve sighs “I was… I think I still am.” Robin taps her foot on the floor “Are you still in love with Nancy?” Steve scoffs “No.” Robin tilted her head “Why not?”Steve purses his lips “I think I found someone better for me…” The blonde’s interest peaks “Oh?” Steve smiles to himself “and it’s crazy, ‘cause I’ve known them for so long, but the way they make me feel is the same way Dustin said I should.” Steve plays with a certain bracelet this special someone had made for him wink wink.

“Ever since Dustin got back from camp, all he’s been telling me was ‘You gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie’-“ Robin cuts in “Wait- who’s Suzie?” Steve groans “His little camp girlfriend I guess? To be honest, I don’t even think she’s real. That’s not the point though, you know, the point is… the person I like is someone I would talk to almost everyday. They were there even when I was a huge douche… they were there even when I was with Nancy.” Pressing his hand into the side of his head, Steve thought aloud “I think the only thing that stopped me from telling them was popularity… ‘maybe Tommy H would’ve thought I was weird’, it’s just- just stupid, you know?” Robins face grimaced, trying to figure out who Steve’s talking about, and praying it’s not herself. “Just, this summer, getting closer to them has made me laugh harder than I’ve laughed in years. Smile more than I’ve smiled in so so so so long.” Actively cringing, Robin starts to believe that he is actually talking about her“They’re just cool, you know? They’re just super tough on the outside, but usually always super annoyed to the point it’s almost cute”

After a long slur of silence, Steve knocks in the stall wall “Robin?” Followed by more silence “Did you OD in there?” She sits up a bit “No… I am still alive.” Steve slides under the stall wall, making his way into the other opened stall. “The floor is disgusting” said Robin, “Well, I am already covered in blood and vomit so…” He nods to himself “Well, what do you think?” She looks at him confused “About?” He rests his hand on his knee“The person” Robin turns tense “They sound awesome” His confidence grows “They are super awesome, how about the guy?” She smiles “I think he’s on drugs and isn’t thinking straight” he shrugs “Well I think he’s thinking more clearly than usual” Robins smile faded “He’s not… Look, he doesn’t even know them. And if he really knew them like- like really knew them, he wouldn’t even want to be their friend” He leans forward against his knees “Uh- yeah I think he would, cause he knows them pretty damn well” Robin interrupts “Steve look- it shocked me to my core but I like you, I really like you, but I’m not like your friends.” Steve’s brows furrow “And I’m not like Nancy wheeler-” “What? Yeah- I know, that’s why I like you too Robin but- what are you talking about?” Robin rolls her eyes “I know you’re talking about me, Steve” Steve shakes his head, eyes widened with shock “What?!” Robin sits up a bit “Steve, I don’t romantically like men” Steve waves his hands in her face “Robin! It’s not you! You don’t need to tell me what you’re into also, I really don’t mind what you’re into.”

Robins eyes look like they’re about to explode out of her head “It’s not me- then who is it? You spent your entire summer with them, you’ve known them for a while, you didn’t think your friends would like them- oh… it’s (Y/N).” “Yes!!” “Oh my god this changes everything.” Steve face palms. Robin stands up “I mean I could tell but, you know- wait you haven’t told them yet?” Steve nods with an annoyed look on his face “No, I haven’t told them yet.” Robin blinks slowly “I swear, it feels like you guys are already in a relationship, I’m surprised they aren’t in here now looking for you.” Steve’s brow lifts “What do you mean?” Robin kneels down in front of Steve and shakes his shoulders “Earth to dummy! They like you too!” Steve shakes his head “No they don’t… do they?” Robin rolls her eyes and walks out of the bathroom. “Do they?!” Steve yells before Robin exits. Steve slowly gets up and heads out, to only be met with you checking up on Robin.

You almost immediately get distracted by Steve, what’s not to get lost in? His beautiful eyes, his luxurious hair… Robin catches your and Steve’s eye contact and makes it her turn to check on Dustin and Erica. Robin mouthing ‘tell her!’ To Steve when she passes you. Steve clears his throat as you step up to him “god, those Russians really did a number on you, huh?” You chuckle softly as Steve puts his hands on his hips “oh, ha ha, you weren’t even there, you were with the two idiots running around.” You roll your eyes “We did kinda save your asses though, so I guess we’re even.” Steve shrugs, cheeks warming. “Come on, zombie, let’s get you cleaned up.” You take him by the arm and drag him into the bathroom, you begin to dampen a towel before he speaks “for what it worth… I’m glad you’re okay.” You pause for a second, you and Steve have always been buddy-buddy, and would always make playful jabs at each other, but the way he said it was so caring so genuine, it really touched you. You smile at him, looking into his eyes “I’m glad you’re okay, I mean, you were the one who got quite literally tortured” you let out an exhausted laugh. Steve sighs, “They basically ruined my best feature too…” he tuts looking at his bruised and bloodied face in the mirror.

You turn his head back to you as you begin to gently clean his face “I don’t think it’s that bad, you still look just as good as before.” Steve delicately gazes down at you as you clean him up “So you think I look good?” He raises a brow, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face. Rolling your eyes, you wash out the bloody rag. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Harrington, I’m being nice right now, it’s a rare occasion!” He chuckles softly “Whatever you say, baby” your cheeks turn a bright red, as you look at Steve befuddled. He laughs softly “Oh, ha-ha, very funny Steve.” He puts his hands up in defense “What did I do? Just calling you what you are.” Your mouth drops in shock “You’re so rude, Harrington” you give him a slight glare. “yeah, I’m rude, I know. You’re my baby though…” Steve smiles warmly, “I feel like you don’t know what that sounds like.” As you cleaned his face, he gently took your hand, putting the rag on the counter “I know what it sounds like… and I have been somewhat encouraged to admit something.” You tilt your head, “(Y/N) I’ve known you for years now, and honestly? The years I’ve spent with you have been the best years of my life.” He moves closer, his hand still in yours. “If I had died today, by the hands of a cruel Russian, I would’ve never gotten to tell you how I truly feel. And I won’t let myself get so close to that possibility that I might never get to tell you how I really feel.”

Currently, the only thing you can hear is Steve’s sultry voice, and your rapid heart beat. “Steve…?” His eyes well with tears. “I love you (Y/N) and the thought of me never being able to tell you is actual hell.” You look at him in disbelief, of course, you’ve felt the same for so long. “Steve I…” you smile softly before he slowly gets on one knee “Please, (Y/N)… tell me how you really- and I mean really feel.” You smile brightly and hug him almost knocking him onto the floor “Steve, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me those words…” he pulls back slightly. “Do… do you feel the same?” He asked with a gleam of hope in his eyes. “Duh, Harrington…” you giggle softly wiping tears of joy off your face “I love you so damn much…” Steve chuckles, smiling brightly as he hugs you tighter than he ever has before. After a moment of your embrace, Steve pulls back, looking into your eyes, then at your lips. Without hesitation he leans in, and locks his lips with yours. Your lips melt with his, as he leans against the bathroom wall, pulling you closer to him. Enjoying the embrace, Steve pulls back and just nuzzles into your shoulder warmly. “I love you so much (Y/N)…” Running a hand through his hair, you respond “I love you so much, Stevie” Steve looks up at you, his well bruised face shining in the bright bathroom lights, happy that he can now rightfully call you his own.

[imtotallynormalmhmyes]

Simon in a Speedo??

Ghost x Transmale!reader

Chapter 1:

The beach. Awesome. Sand everywhere, lobster-red skin, and stares. It's always the stares, but who couldn't stare when you have two jagged scars framing the bottom of your pecs. Every time your shirt comes off, you seem to become a spectacle to grandmothers and toddlers alike.

Your older brother, Johnny, had lured you in with promises of margaritas and shirtless men, but as he rolls into the driveway of his captain's beach house, you begin to feel nerves fluttering in your stomach. You're meeting Johnny's team. Big, tough, military men and totally not intimidating at all. Especially when you feel like you're hiding a secret under your shirt.

Deep breaths. You're determined not to let what others think dictate your life.... or at least your beach trip.

Johnny interrupts your train of thought when he thumps your chest with his hand, "Just gonna sit here?"

"I might," you deadpan.

"Get your arse out of the car."

You huff and open the passenger door, and your nose is met with the mingling of the salty Yorkshire air and a distant barbecue down the road. Each step towards the house made that nervous fluttering grow, and it reached its peak when Johnny swung the door open and presented you to his team. Your eyes take in the imposing group, first seeing the older, warm-faced man who introduces himself as "Price." You then shake hands with a dreamy, brown-skinned man nicknamed "Gaz" and almost melt into a puddle at the touch. Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.

"And, this is ol' Ghost," Johnny redirects your attention, having to hold back laughter at how you so easily swoon. As you turn, you're met with the tall, stoic figure of Simon "Ghost" Riley. Johnny had talked about him before, how skilled he was, how cold he could be, and how much liquor he could handle, but none of that could prepare you for this. His impressive physique was intimidating enough, but the way he seemed to pick you apart with just a glance made your stomach lurch. The man observed you in a way that made you feel like an exhibit rather than a new acquaintance. His appraisal is abruptly ended with a curt nod. A nod of approval? Hopefully.

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After a few hours of lounging around the beach house, Johnny knocks on your door, pulling you out of the light nap you were taking, "We're goin' arsehole, get up." He leaves before you can give him a snarky reply, leaving you to ponder what you would wear. Summer clothing was never your thing because of the dysphoria that made any slightly revealing tee shirt feel like a torture device.

Staring down at your open suitcase, you cringe at your clothing choices. Floral button-up shirts? Pink board shorts? Polka-dotted pajamas? Truthfully, you loved those clothes, but the prospect of dressing like a toddler on his first vacation in front of fucking soldiers? Not the best idea. However, you have to make a choice, so you don a blue Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts: the least obtrusive pairing you could come up with.

Everyone meets outside before piling into the rental car. The fit was tight, and you find yourself squeezed between Ghost and the absolute dream boat, Gaz. And here comes the butterflies. Everything from the way his shirt contours his massive biceps, his amber skin that glows in the sunlight, his-

"Oi, Y/N, stop ogling," once again, Johnny snaps you out of your daze, "You're cool with the local pub, right?"

"I- um, yeah, sure. Yeah," you sigh before cursing at the burning heat in your cheeks as the fire is fueled by the chuckles of the other men. The little shit just had to say "ogling" didn't he? You soon realize that the embarrassment wasn't the only thing prickling your skin. You felt it again. That gaze slices you open like a scalpel, and you can't help but feel that he knows precisely what's running through your mind.

[partnerlesspansexual]

Sensory Swing

(Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk x Autistic!GN!reader)

(summary: You had quite the overwhelming day, so you decide to come home and chill out in your sensory swing. Hobie, however, doesn't like feeling left out)

After coming home from work, your day filled with sensory overwhelming activities, you decide to take some time to yourself and relax in your sensory swing.

So, after kicking off your shoes and chucking your jacket onto it's assigned hook, you head upstairs to your bedroom for some well deserved (and needed) unwind time. You shut the door behind you and begin to undress, your itchy work uniform worsening the buzz going on in your brain; after removing your uniform, you put on your favourite snuggly hoodie and slip into your comfiest bed socks.

You of course need a snack to keep you occupied, so you uncover your secret stash of fruit roll ups that you keep under your side of the mattress.

To block out the noise of the busy London streets, you promptly shut the windows, put in your ear buds and start playing (*insert favourite artist*); now that you're fully prepared, you hop into your sensory swing, close your eyes and snuggle down, embracing the long awaited comfort of your own home.

A while later, you feel someone's breath on your face; and knowing full well who it is, you slowly open your eyes to see Hobie gazing at you as he hangs upside down from the ceiling with his mask lifted just above his mouth, classic spiderman style.

"You're so cliché, you know that right?"

You say quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful vibe you've got going on.

"What? Can't a guy just appreciate his partner without being made fun of?"

Hobie asks, his tone laced with mock offence.

"Nope. Sorry babes, but thems the rules"

You respond, a smug smile plastered across your face. Hobie chuckles and plants a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Anyways, what're you up to, my little rioter?"

He asks as he hops down from the ceiling and starts to undress himself out of his spidersuit.

"Nothing much, just trying to de-stress a little. I had a really overwhelming day and I just... I just need to chill, y'know?"

You say tiredly as you offer him an exhausted smile. He returns the smile with a hint of sympathy as he sits down on the bed in front of you, wearing only his boxers and a baggy tank top.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, love. I know it's especially hard for you to get through the day, but you always do, no matter how tough it gets; and I admire you so much for that"

You blush and smile, his admiration warming your heart.

"So, what're you listening to? Bet it's something super cool"

He says as he fires his finger guns at you

"Just (*insert favourite artist here*). They always help calm me down"

You reply as Hobie nods

"Ah, I see. Very cool. Mind if I join you? I promise I won't disrupt your peaceful vibes"

Hobie asks, not wanting to feel left out. You chuckle at his pleas, take out one of your ear buds and chuck it at him

"Only if you promise to be quiet"

You say sternly but jokingly

"Cross my heart, hope to die"

He says quietly as he pops the ear bud in and lays back on the bed, resting his arms behind his head. You smile and snuggle back into your swing, happy to know that you're with someone who not only loves you unconditionally, but understands you. Really understands you. A moment passes before you speak again, your voice low but audible.

"Hobie?"

"Yeah, babes?"

"...

I love you"

Hobie chuckles as a warm blush spreads across his dark cheeks

"I love you too, my little rioter"

(Please forgive the astronomical levels of cringe, this is my first fanfic and I have a lot to learn)

[travlersjoy444]

"Yes."

2012 Leo x reader

Fluffy ending to I've Been Tired and 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues

Sad ending version: "No." and No pt.2

Chapter Summary: You accept Leo's offer to be friends again!! (Or possibly more, mayhaps?)

***

  “...Okay.” You said finally, after what felt like an eternity, and Leo snapped his head up to look at you.

  “Really?!” He exclaimed, his voice coming out a few octaves higher than usual.

  You shrugged from the fire escape, and despite your positive words, you looked conflicted. Leo’s heart sank a tad.

  “Lee…you’re a dumbass, but…I miss you more than I’m mad at you, y’know? …I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t have snapped yesterday. But my feelings were hurt.” You said slowly, uncertainly.

  Leo nodded. “Well…can I please…try to make it up to you? I know I can’t take back  what I did, but can I…I don’t know, do things with you…more often? If you want that?”

  “Well…do you want that?” You said glumly. “I don’t want you to hang out with me out of guilt or pity or something-”

  “I’d never hang out with you out of pity! I…I thought you were hanging out with me out of pity.” Leo admitted.

  You snorted. “Oh, so I was mad at you out of pity? Leo, if I didn’t care about you, my feelings wouldn’t be hurt.”

  “Oh.” He said, dumbly. “Wow.”

  “You’re an idiot.” You said with a smile.

  “Wow.” He said again, staring at the ground. “Well- now I’m…even more sorry.”

  “Excellent. You should be. Screw you, Leonardo.” But you were grinning fondly, so he knew you didn’t mean it. 

  “I guess I deserve that.” He smiled.

  “Yeah. You do. You know what I deserve though?” You said, sauntering down the fire escape as dramatically as you could muster without looking stupid.

  “What?” Leo said, staring nervously as you swung your feet recklessly over the railing to hop onto the ladder. He was convinced you were doing it on purpose, just to stress him out.

  “I deserve for you to buy me popsicles. Your brother ate my whole stash.” You said, hopping off the ladder, onto the dumpster lid, before landing next to him  with a dramatic bow, and Leo sighed in relief that you were safe and solidly planted on the ground.

  “(Y/N), that’ll be tough, considering…” He smiled weakly, waving at himself. “This whole deal?”

  You smiled mournfully, sighing. “I know….okay, fine, we’ll do somethin’ else.”

  Leo smiled back, staring at you as you smiled at him with an expression that was a mix between something sweet and a shit-eating smirk, and you were so close to him with the soft morning light in your hair, and you liked him-

  Ugh stop Leo, you’re being creepy, said the voice in his head.

  “I miss this.” He found himself saying, and he could practically feel the blush on his face.

  “Oh, good. Me too.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “I…I care about you a lot, Leo, so. I guess it’s nice to know that you care too.”

  “Ditto.” He said, trying and failing to shake off the stilted awkwardness. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what talking to you was supposed to feel like! 

  He opened his mouth to fill the silence with the first thing he could think of. “I…I don’t like Karai, uhm, in case you were wondering. I don’t know why I’m telling you that, but it’s true.” He said, and then cringed. Way to make things less awkward, Leonardo. Captain Ryan would never.

  “Oh. That’s…cool.” You said, an odd relief in your eyes. 

  “I like someone else, actually…” He said, and oh holy pizza supreme in the sky why was he still talking?! 

  You stared at him blankly. Leo wished that whatever deity was out there would throw some lightning bolts at him just to make him shut up, but you weren’t really replying, so he had to fill the silence somehow-

  “Uhm, you- you probably didn’t need to know that, huh? Who cares about my dumb love life, amiright?” He chuckled, but it was more like a shrill giggle because he had no idea what the hell he was doing-

  You leaned away from him, eyes tired. “Neat, Leonardo.” You said, and your tone was heart wrenching-

  Huh.

  Leonardo wasn’t a complete idiot, and while logical scientific thinking was really more Donnie’s thing, Leo could use it too. And according to his studies of romance via TV, you looked…dejected, with your eyes cast down. Rejected. Sad. …Heartbroken…? 

  Over…him?

  “Unless…do you?” Leo said softly, making eye contact with you as he desperately tried to project the version of him that was Fearless.

  “Do I what?” You said, flatly, glancing over to him.

  “Care. About…you know, me liking people.” Leo said, waiting with bated breath for an answer.

  Your face crumpled. “You’re…you’re being a jerk.” You said it quietly, but there was a dangerous edge to your voice, and Leo immediately felt guilty for a reason he couldn’t quite explain. …He was hurting you. He didn’t know how, but he was evading the truth again and it was hurting you again. 

  …He was sick of lying to you.

  Maybe it was time for a bit more honesty.

  He cringed. “Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna be a better friend. And I don’t think I can do that unless…” He swallowed. “Unless I tell you the truth.”

  Your anger faded into curiosity, and then disappointment, and then curiosity again. “Go on?”  (Even when you were looking at him like that, you made butterflies rise in his stomach. Fuck.)

  “So…the honest truth is that…I like you, (Y/N), a lot. And I’m sorry about that, because you’re probably all weirded out since I’m…you know, a…freak of nature. So I started distancing myself from you because I just…I didn’t want to ruin what we had.” He frowned. “Er, have.” He corrected.

  You shook your head. “‘Had’ was the right word, I think.” You said lightly, staring at him.

  Oh.

  And then Leo knew he’d royally screwed up. This was where you would tell him that you hated him, that he was gross and weird and someone like you would never like him. And then Raph would kill you violently while Donnie wrapped him in a blanket while he cried like a sad pathetic kid-

  And then suddenly you’d grabbed his hand. “Hey.” You said with a nervous smile, squeezing his hand gently.

  And then he was staring into familiar (E/C) eyes.

  “I like you a lot (Y/N). I have for a long time now.” He said, horror filling his voice. “I am….so so sorry. For everything, but especially this-” He said, but you cut him off.

  “I like you too, Leo.” You said with a smile, cupping his face in your spare hand. “I like you a lot. And I was mad at you because I felt like you didn’t like me at all.”

  “Oh.” He said dumbly, his voice higher than it usually was. 

  “Fuck you, you’re an idiot.” You said in the same tone of voice that people on TV used to say ‘I love you’. (Leo wanted to kiss you) 

  He leaned into your hand instead, feeling his face get warmer.

  “I’m really glad Raph made me talk to you.” He breathed.

  “Me too.” You chuckled. “He still owes me popsicles though.”

  “Naturally.” Leo agreed, a blush dusting his face. (Adorable.)

  “Hey Leo…I dunno if I’m ready to date you after all this, but…well, I think I want to, if you do.” You said, smiling nervously.

  He shrugged, smiling and trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach and internal screaming in his head. “Of course I do! But…I want to do this right, and actually earn our friendship back first. I want to prove that you can trust me, (Y/N), you know?”

  You nodded, feeling your heart melt a bit at how sweet the thought was. “Okay. How do you plan on that?”

  “Well…how about a week straight of movie nights and comic reading?” Leo offered. “And we can go on missions and stuff, and then whenever you’re ready…”

  You tilted your head, smiling. “Okay, that sounds….pretty good, Leonardo. Consider yourself forgiven.”   He grinned. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

  “Ya better not or I’ll sic Raph on ya.” You teased, leaning closer to him.

  “I’d deserve it.” He said, closing his eyes and letting his head rest in your hand. 

  You pulled his head towards you gently, and kissed him on the cheek, and his eyes jolted open.

  “Oh!” He squeaked, his face going bright red as he stared at you. “T-Thanks!”

  “Thanks? Really?” You laughed, nudging his shoulder.

  He laughed shyly, hesitantly putting a not-very-subtle arm around your shoulders. “Yep, thank you! I’m very grateful.”

  You snorted, leaning into him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

  “You’ve informed me, yeah.” He chuckled, pressing his face into your shoulder.

  “Are you hiding your face in my shoulder?” 

  “...Maybe.” He said, looking up so you could see his eyes a bit.

  “You’re ridiculous. And adorable.”

  “You are too, (Y/N).” He smiled.

  You smiled back and squeezed his hand, watching as the sun finished rising over the skyscrapers in the distance.

  The sky was turning a pinky-blue, the August sun was warming your face, and your best-friend-but-soon-to-be-more was by your side. And since that best friend was Leo, you were really excited for the rest of today.

  He glanced up at you with a dopey grin, and you squeezed his hand. You couldn’t say ‘I love you’ yet, but you hoped the squeeze helped convey the sentiment…

  “Hahaha, I told ya so, Lame-o-nardo.” Said a smug voice, and you both glanced up to see Raph smirking from the manhole.

  “Raphael!”

  “RAPH!” You snapped in unison.

  “Sorry (Y/N), I’ve just gotta make Fearless admit that I’m riiiiight.” Raph said.

  “Way to kill the moment, brother.” Leo said flatly. “But fine, you win.”

  A horrible idea crossed your mind, and you smirked. “Yeah Raph, you were riiiiight.” You said, leaning towards Leo. 

  He grinned as he realized what you were doing, and leaned towards you. “Very right.”

  You pulled his face towards yours and pressed your lips onto his.

  He smiled into the kiss, going red again- he barely even heard Raph’s appalled grunts of disgust over the fireworks going off in his head.

  He was kissing (Y/N) (L/N). (Y/N) was kissing Leonardo!

  It was over too soon, but you pulled away with a grin on your perfect face. “You were right. It turns out Leo does like me after all!”

  “And you were right about what you said to me, too- apparently (Y/N) likes me back!” Leo beamed.

  Raph gagged. “I take it all back. You guys are disgusting.”

  Leo stared at you, a near permanent blush on his face. “Yeah.” He sighed.

  “We’re the worst.” You agreed, squeezing his hand fondly.

  Raph used his sai to flip both of you off and ducked back into the manhole.

***

Author's note: The mini-series ain't over yet- I've decided to do a "No." part two in which the sad ending gets a nice conclusion too :) So keep an eye out for that

Taglist for this mini-series:

@saspas-corner

@beansap

@xyntix

@futuristicpandakidd

@raphies1wife

[730bliss]

jumpscare (hook x reader)

hook tries to keep his cool while you revisit your childhood. gn reader, fluff 💖

"are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked as you booted up your computer.

"i played this when i was nine, it's not that bad," you said.

ah, childhood nostalgia. it hit you hard when you clicked on the game and heard that familiar static sound that gravitated the hearts of many in 2014. many, not including your current boyfriend.

Tyler wasn't really into the "cringey shit," as he called it. but you insisted the hit indie horror game franchise "Five Nights at Freddy's" was far from cringe. horrifying monsters, spooky atmospheres, heartbreaking and terrifying stories, complex and in-depth lore... it was everything your nine year-old self could've ever dreamed of. and with the movie on the horizon, and Tyler promising to take you, you found yourself back in the same position nine years later.

only this time, you had the tough boyfriend next to you, one who would surely let you hide into his chest when Bonnie crept into your office, or when Freddy sang his song in the doorway when you used too much power. except, that did not happen.

infact, it was quite the opposite.

it was the 2nd night, 3AM. you were obviously rusty when it came to actually playing, and you had used too much power. you lifted the camera to find both Bonnie and Chica had moved. Freddy is still on the stage. Foxy is not much of a problem. Chica was right outside your door. Bonnie is in the dining area.

you lifted the camera screen down. and with it came your power supply. then, the lights.

"oh, shit.." you said under your breath. Tyler gave you a look, a slight fear in his eyes. a familiar tune started to play, and the outline of Freddy's face flashed in the dark corridor.

"what the fuck?" Tyler said, confused.

the music stopped. Tyler's face inched closer to the screen. possibly trying to make out the office in its now low lighting. and then... a scream. two screams.

"ah! w-what the fuck!!?" Tyler exclaimed, he jumped back in his chair, and fell to the floor.

you laughed really hard.

"oh my god- are, are you okay?" you said while laughing.

he got up.

"shut up! what the fuck was that?"

"Freddy!"

"fuck Freddy! ill beat his fucking ass!" he said, trying to be tough. to prove his point, he stood up and took off his shirt in one swoop. you blushed a little bit. it was actually kind of impressive.

"you can't! we died!"

"piece of shit! stupid fucking game! jesus christ..." he exclaimed whole trying to catch his breath. he sat next to you after setting his chair back up, and you touched his shoulder, which was now bare.

"yeah right, you got us killed!"

"it's okay," you giggled. "ill protect you from all of them."

"well, do you want to play, Tyler?"

"fuck no."

"that's what i thought," you said, as you reloaded another night.

[cartmankisser]

SO I watched the new episode -

I WANNA SEE HEADCANONS OF ERIC AND HIS S/O DOING TIKTOKS 😭 PLEASE whatever comes to your mind like do you think he’d start blasting phonk just to feel good or would he do the sigma face 😭😭 please I’m begging you I’m wheezing 😭

LMAOOO i love this and hate it at the same time

i just cant see him doing most trends with you. he refuses to dance or do anything that makes him look gay (in his words), but he'd totally spam your comment sections and hype you up... sorta?

like i feel like he'd say "i'm so lucky to be dating the hottest person in skewl", rather than just say your hot. does that make sense????? like he talks about himself while complimenting you 😭

in my head i keep switching him from being like?? "oh my god you guys. my partner is so cool and chill and funny. like they're soooooo smart and funny you guys." and being like... ".....no y/n that idea's fucking lame as fuck 😐"

he's got that duality i guess

but yeah he doesn't mind being behind the camera and filming you. he likes any chance to show you off

idk i just don't see him posting often. just things like... really stupid clips of him and his friends doing stupid shit (like hopping fences or lighting cow shit on fire) under "alpha male music" or something dumb like that 💀.. he thinks it makes him look tough

comments a BUNCH though

hate comments and tagging his friends/you to back him up, being gay about sports players, i can see him liking those car edits too lmao

AND I CAN SEE HIM DOING THE SIGMA FACE TRYING TO SEEM TOUGH TOO LMAO. he starts doing it unironically and just randomly during conversations. he thinks it makes him look badass and he'll get soooo defensive if you tell him it's cringe asf

[joviepog]

As the sun sets

Where you went to a Lovejoy concert for fun but you end up on stage with them.

Warnings: None, maybe a little cringe 🤷🏻‍♀️

Pronouns: Usage of She/They

Word count: 1,758 words

Anything else: In this POV you play the drums :)

*I DID NOT PROOF READ*

“I cant believe im at a Lovejoy concert!” You squeal, looking at your best friend with a wide grin. They smile back at you and they check their phone. “Welp you dragged me here so you better make the best of it” they say back with a sarcastic tone while still looking at their phone.

“You know what I will!” You say. They look at you for a moment with a what do you mean look. You smirk at them and skip off.

“HUH?!?WHERE ARE YOU GOING I-“ they look around at your guy’s spot, unsure what to do. “COME BACK IN FIVE MINUTES OKAY?!?” They call out as you continue skipping away.

At some point you slowed down. You were met with a bunch if doors. You tilt your head and shrug. You start tracing your fingers along the door ways, whispering the labels to yourself. What else is there to do? As you passed by some more doors you started to become dazed. You felt like a kid being able to explore the world. You pass a couple more doors before stopping at one. You moved backwards checking the label again, back tracking onto what you just read. And there it was…

“Backstage” You smiled to yourself before turning the nob a bit. It was unlocked. Without a second thought you opened the door and stood in awe as you entered. The ceiling was really tall and the speakers were huge. A couple of workers passed you and you overheard them speaking.

“Did you hear that the drummer is out sick?”

“You mean Mark?”

The first worker nodded, “Apparently they sent Henry to find another drummer. If he doesn’t find one hes going to get fired!”

“Poor guy!” The other one said as the walked passed.

Awe man Marks not gonna be here? You thought.

“Hey Kid!” Someone suddenly approached you. Making you stop eavesdropping. It was a tall man with slick back hair. “Are you supposed to be here?” He asked, one of his eyebrows up as he looked at you. Once he got closer to you he slowed down. His structure towering over you.

“Umm. One, I’m not a kid. And two, yes. I am the…” You looked around, checking your surroundings in case you needed to run. You thought for a moment… “-the backup drummer! Yeah..” you said reassuring yourself. “Really? They sent you?” He asked, obviously suspicious and annoyed.

“Yeah!” You said reassuringly. What were you doing?!?

“Okay…” he said looking you up and down. “Follow me.”

He started walking and you followed. “My name is Henry.” He said without turning back.

You gulped. Jackpot. “My name is YN.”

He kept walking. “So Mark, the drummer is out today. He’s gotten sick and he had to stay at the hotel. My boss said I had to find a replacement and lucky for me…” he turned around abruptly making you stop, almost like hitting the breaks. “I found one.”

You smiled at him trying to keep it cool.

“Anyway. Your outfit is fine so you don’t have to change.” He said as he turned back around and continued walking. “I wasn’t planning on changing.” You mutter to yourself.

He turned around and looked you up and down. “Okay smart ass.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hey!” You yelled, and huffed. “I’m doing you a favor you know. I could just not play.”

His eyes widened and he smirked. “You’re a tough one. No one ever talks back to me.”

You laughed and looked up at him. “No wonder.”

“Okay.” He pointed to the ground. “You wait here. The rest of the band members will be here soon. The sticks are in a small bag next to the drums. There’s a microphone there for the next band but if you want to sing you can.” He paused, “I’m assuming you know the songs. Right?”

You gasped at the thought of not knowing the songs? “Of course I do!”

“Alright, good.” He looked at his watch, “Your on in five. Good luck newbie.”

You smiled as he walked away before going into panic mode.

‘WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING? IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE UP HERE? (Your best friend) IS GOING TO BE SO MAD AT ME! AM I GOING TO MEET WILBUR SOOT? OH GOD IM GOING TO MEET WILBUR SOOT. IN FACT IM GOING TO PLAY WITH THEM. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!? I CANT DO THIS! WHAT IF I MESS UP?! WHAT THE HECK DID I DO?!?’ You thought. Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder and you slowly turned around, not wanting to see who it is.

“I’m guessing you’re the new drummer right?” Said a thick british accent. You looked up slowly and almost screamed. It was Wilbur Soot! And behind him was Ash and Joe. You held in your scream as much as you could and cleared your throat. “Y-yup!” You said in a squeaky voice before clearing your voice again. “Yup! That’s me!” You said nervously.

Wilbur looked at his other band members before looking back at you and smiling. “Great. Whatever happens do your best.”He kneeled and came close to your ear before whispering“You’ll do great” he said. His breath was hot and it landed right on your neck. You blushed and looked down trying to hide the red hue on your face. He hot back up before sticking out his hand for you to shake. ‘Was he expecting my name?’ You thought.

“I’m YN.” You said smiling, finally calming down a bit. His hand was softer than you thought…

*Wilbur POV*

I smiled at the new girl. She was smaller than me and obviously much more pretty than I thought she would be. At first I thought it was going to be some guy, so I didn’t expect much. But when I walked up to you I didn’t expect a girl. You were turned around facing the stage. Your foot was tapping the floor and you were biting your nails. You were nervous. Slowly, I approached you,

“I’m guessing you’re the new drummer right?” I said calmly, trying to show you how calm I was.

You looked at me nervously. You were a fan. I could tell. By the way your eyes grew and by the way you stumbled upon your words.

“Y-yup!” You squeaked which made me smile. “Yup! That’s me!”

I looked at Ash and Joe for a second and they shrugged. I turned back to you,

“Great. Whatever happens do your best.” I knelt a bit and got close to your ear. I saw you blush and I chuckle to myself. “You’ll do great.” I whispered in your ear.

I quickly got back up and smiled softly at you before sticking out my hand, waiting for you to shake.

“I’m YN.”

*Your Pov*

Almost immediately after he shook your hand the speaker shook, “Welcome Lovejoy!” Said a voice over the speaker.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You’ve got this. You could do this. You opened your eyes again. You turned and Wilbur was next to you staring at you. He smiled and nodded at you before taking the first step. He understood that you were new. He understood.

With all your courage built up you took a step on the stage, then another, and then another. You looked at the crowd to soot (your best friend looking around for you before sighing. They turned to the stage and their eyes widened. You waved nonchalantly and smiled.

They mounted you a “What the hell are you doing?!?” But you ignored it. You walked to the drumset and sat down. The lights were bright and blinding. The crowd was cheering loudly as Wilbur put the guitar over his heard and set the mic to where he liked it. This was your signal to grab the sticks and get ready. You scooted your chair in a bit before looking at the drum set. It had multiple symbols and the microphones were all set to where they needed to be. There was a microphone next to your face so that you could sing. You sighed and smiled, taking it all in.

“Hello LA!!!” Shouted Wilbur, his voice booming over the speakers. The crowd cheered at the two words. Some of them screaming, some if them yelling Wilburs name, this made you wonder what you would be doing. ‘Probably crying’ you thought.

Wilbur continued, “So, last night, our drummer Mark got super sick. He said sadly, “Before any if you ask he is okay. But he couldn’t come.”the crowd was “awe-ing” and whining, “But instead, we have Miss YN!Lets welcome them!” He yelled out positively before looking at you.

You played a little fill then it the crash loudly.

The crowd cheered and it made you shiver. They were obviously still sad but they still gave you support.

“Now who’s up for Taunt?!?” Wilbur yelled out before the rest of the band started playing. You were a few seconds late but you caught on. Soon enough, you were plying and singing along with wilbur.

Songs passed by and so did the time. Finally it was down to the last songs, you played your heart out. Smiling as the sticks hit the drums. You wanted this moment to last forever.

Soon, you realized it was the last song. You sighed. Feeling the pain in your wrists from all the playing. As the sun sets you play the last song. You were looking down at your drums. Not noticing the pair of eyes that were looking at you from across the stage. Wilbur looked at you the whole song as he played “Call me what you like.”

*timeskip*

Now you were in your car as your best friend demanded an explanation. You were holding a paper with a number on it. Wilbur’s number. You smile as you start to tell the story of how you ended up on stage to your best friend. Once you were done, you checked your twitter and saw ON TRENDING “Wilbur has a crush on YN?!?” All over. You scrolled and scrolled, seeing videos and photos of Wilbur looking at you all throughout the show. You blushed at the sight . Your heart was racing.

Today was crazy. You thought. Looking at the video a bit longer.

“What are you watching?”

Asked your curious best friend.

“A video that could change my life.” You smiled as you zoomed in. Making sure that Wilbur was actually looking at you.

“And it happens as the sun sets.”

@lillylvjy @merakiwi @heartofwritiing

You guys gave me inspiration to write again and overall do something with my life again. I would like to thank you personally for that. <3

P.S this thing is the longest thing I’ve written so yeah T-T

[gamblersdoll]

ITS THE MATTER OF IT… chapter 3

tw: mentions of wounds, and having a larger chest.

the sweet smell of pancakes and maple sausage cooking in the morning is what woke everyone up, except megumi. his stomach wasnt wired like yuuji or nobaras.

you were a good cook for your age, your family having professionals cook whenever you werent. you learned from them though, because the thought of paying for food when you could just cook it from scratch isnt a great thing. you also found slight satisfaction from here the noises of delight from people eating your food.

except yuuji, yuuji was very vocal and sometimes messy when he ate your food. you would say something about manners, but alot of people dont inherit that gene.

“well damn, is it that good?” nobara asked, cringing from the syrup dripping from his plump lips.

yuuji nodded frantically, “hell yes! its perfect!” he exclaimed, digging into the pancakes you made. nobara and him bickered, which unfortunately woke megumi up and made him grouchy.

you had already wandered off, going to the end of the hallway to your bedroom that jujutsu high had granted you to have ever since your arrival. before you could even get there , yuuji had stopped you.

“thank you for breakfast! you have to teach me how to cook…” he awkwardly chuckled, putting his hand on the back of his head. something about yuuji he learned was he always burned food because his mind wanders. that boy had to have adhd, because how do you forget food is cooking until you see fire?

“most definitely.” you said flatly, opening your door so you could step in— until he pushed his way in.

“oh so this is your room? how cool! you listen to alot of bands huh? and you have a little salt lamp?” he rambled, looking around your room without asking. you didnt mind since hes been trying to actually get to know you, fortunately.

“ yeah, i do.” you said in your same flat tone. you wouldve grown annoyed when yuuji flopped on your bed, but you were in a good mood. you sat next to him, scrolling on your phone, you were fine until you werent.

“so.. ms reincarnated—“ yuuji started, until you spoke in a agitated voice.

“dont piss me off.” you said, rolling your eyes. “is that what you want to do?” you questioned.

“what? no! you look like youd get scary if you did..!” yuuji exclaimed, gulping. you side eyed him, rolling them again.

sukuna only listened from his domain, cheek resting on his knuckles.

today was her day.

……….

“fuck man! how the fuck did you lose the special grade?” nobara groaned, panting. megumi was supposed to exercise it but it randomly disappeared, causing more work for the four of them. you didnt care too much, your keen sense of hearing and smell was your clutch. nobara and megumi bickered, until you grew tired of it, you were only tired cause of your bust– all the real bitches get it, you thought.

“nobs, we can find it, but you fussin’ wont help us. me and yuuji will go one direction and you and megumi go the other.” you planned, everyone agreeing to go their routes. you and yuuji ran, until it got harder since your stamina was depleating.

yuuji caught on, had it been nobara he wouldve laughed, but he cared about you alot for some reason. he picked you up, speed increasing ajd you grew surprised, damn could he run. he had to be a athlete before.

you both did find the special grade, it still was going to be tough— it was always tough. but you loved challenges.

when it was in your favor.

after five minutes you were bruised, some cuts leaking red fluid and you were panting. you armed yourself again, thinking to use your domain, until the special grade was suddenly fearful, and then, dead. its head severed with its arms and legs. you questioned if it was your technique, but suddenly you werent hurt, nor sore? you had healed?! yuuji probably learned it before your arrival. you did feel his hand on your shoulder.

you went to turn to him, thanking him.

“thank you, yuu–“ you said, before you paused.

“you havent changed a bit, little one.” sukuna had said, looking into your brown pearled eyes.

your eyes widen, suddenly being on defense. you were already on it, but this time it wasnt a challenge, it was life or death if you fucked it up.

you stepped back, eyes probably deceiving you. no, it was sukuna, but yuuji was the body. you thought certain things couldnt worry you, but this did. where were nobara and megumi when you needed them? how could you not have sensed his presence?

“now now, no need to feel scared or worried. i wont harm you unless you piss me off or say something disrespectful towards me. but you already knew that, youve always been tatical and smart.”

you swallowed thickly, was he toying with you?

“lets just talk for a bit, okay?” he said, grinning at you.

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[11queensupreme11]

about the feminism thing, i always saw girlboss MCs as more harmful cuz theyre almost always written to make feminine characters and male characters inferior to boost the "not like other girls" mc up 🤮 its basically like what you wrote in ur guidebook about "strong female characters" like THATS more likely to set back feminism than having a girlflop mc imo

ahhh yeah, i get what you mean!

i'd love a girlboss mc, but only when they're written well. unfortunately so many fic authors (and book authors) keep making the mistake that a "strong female character" means to make your fem mc more masculine and physically strong....

like that is NOT what having a "strong female character" means. the amount of times where i've seen fem mcs in fics and books try to act like "tough girlbosses" by being snarky, sassy, and rude ESPECIALLY towards more feminine female characters (who are usually demonized by the author because "girly girls bad!!!"), and even going so far as to beat up random male characters who have literally done nothing to them just because "haha girl beat up boy! that means she's strong! see?!" just makes me cringe 😬

it reminds me of this one harry potter fanfic i read when i was young and i LOVED the female mc because she always beat ppl up and i was like "wow, she's so cool and strong!" but then i grew up, reread it again in my hs years and i was like ".... this bitch is crazy 💀" cuz she spent the whole book screaming at ppl, hitting them, and just constantly using curse words to look tomboyish and tough and "not like other girls" 😭 i remember in one of the earlier chapters, a gryffindor(?) dude tried to ask her out and she responded by cursing(?) him repeatedly and just started yelling at him like a weirdo, this bitch needed to CALM DOWN there was no reason????? she just had to say "no, sorry" but she could never chill for a second and always overreacts to everything, and everyone praised her because omg she was sooo badass 🙄 girlboss 🤪

i kept thinking about how she needed to chill but she literally had NO character development, she was just a huge bitch throughout the whole fic for literally no reason omg (and she never faced any consequences for it because ofc)

but anyways yeah, this is just one of the MANY examples of a failed attempt of a "strong female character". i get that ppl want super cool girlboss mcs, but if you gotta demonize your feminine characters and make your male characters look weak just to make your mc look strong, you're not doing it right. you're not making a strong female character you're making an overly favored weirdo who needs to chill 💀

as i mentioned in the guidebook, a strong female character is someone who is strong AND female, not strong DESPITE being female. having a 2 dimensional mc who's only personality traits are anger, apathy, violence, and the occasional sassiness, who needs the author to downgrade other characters to boost her up, and has literally no other development, does NOT make her a "strong female character".

make her a girlboss if you want, but give her an actual role in your story aside from "i'm strong, boys suck, and girly girls are weak!".

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Note: this is a completed project but I’ve had major problems posting on tumblr from my laptop! I’m not sure why. If anyone who sees this is interested, I also posted the fic on Archive Of Our Own 🫶🏻

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Pedro is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 2:

Now, I've made some blunders before. Mostly calling talent by the wrong name, which is a big mistake when dealing with big personalities. But I've tripped a few times, spilled a few things, and I even broke a glass in the middle of a take.

Yet somehow, none of those things compare to this.

Treating the lead as if he was a PA? Telling him he needs to get a walkie ?

The thought makes me sprint even harder toward the sound stage. Once inside, I scan the area as quickly as I can. There's at least a hundred people in here now and the more I push past, the more I realize they are turning to look at me disapprovingly. I really should find a new shirt first, but it can wait.

"Lana!" I shout when I catch a glimpse of one of her classic colorful scarves. I can see the bright fabric tied in a bow on top of her curly head of hair, but she doesn't turn around.

"LANA!" This time several people, Lana included, turn around.

"Hey!" She runs up to me and sweeps me in a hug, before pulling back with an uncharacteristically miserable expression. "Why are you all wet? Ava, I can see your bra." She pokes my visible white strap.

I swat her away. "Just wait. That is the least of my worries."

I explain the situation, visibly cringing as I await her reaction.

In typical Lana fashion, she bursts into musical hysterics. She covers her mouth when she notices how pained my expression is.

"Lana, I am this close to panicking. You don't think he'll complain, do you?"

"No, no he won't complain. You said he was relatively cool about it, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, he didn't even correct me."

"Exactly. You know if it was one of the Marvel guys from our last picture, you might be in trouble. But from the sounds of it, he probably won't even remember it by tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Why did that idea not make me feel any better?

Lana is snickering again. "You know I sent you the cast list like a month ago, right? How do you of all people not recognize Javi Gutierrez?"

I lower my voice. "You know I'm not an indie movie fanatic."

"I know. It's your fatal friendship flaw. But he was on a bunch of shows, too!"

"I haven't had time for TV with school! Movies are less commitment. Don't scold me in my time of need." I wack her arm.

"Fine, fine," She holds her hands up in defeat. "But seriously Ava, unless you want to continue to give us all a free show you should really get another shirt. I have to get these mics up and running, but go to wardrobe and find Barb."

She's right. The first scene is at 8:00am, and as a sound assistant, Lana has to be ready to mic up the actors as soon as they're out of hair and makeup. I still have to print out scripts for the first few scenes, and I'm really starting to hate the sticky feeling on my stomach.

"Okay, thank you!"

Lana winks at me as I turn and head for the wardrobe trailer on the far side of the lot. Barbra has been on Norwick Productions sets since movies were invented. That is actually the answer she will give a person if they ask how long she's been working. She's the grumpy, tough-love mom I never had. And since Lana is pretty much the only person I hung out with during hiatus, I missed Barb dearly.

Barb's expression pales as soon as she sees me.

"Ava, it's only day one for god's sake."

"Don't worry Barb, Lana already scolded me for you."

"I do like that girl. And I'm guessing you came by to catch up after break, and not simply because you need my help?" She raises a knowing brow.

"Obviously." I flash her a very over-dramatic smile.

"I should give you one of the ratty uniforms from the end of this film for that."

"But you won't, because you love me." I batted my lashes.

"Uh-huh." Barb sighs, disappearing into the depths of the trailer before coming back out with a clean white t-shirt. No fuss, no fake blood.

"You are my guardian angel." I say after swapping the shirts.

"Bring me real coffee tomorrow instead of this crafty crap and we can call it even." She says in a flat tone, and I know she's not kidding.

I give her a quick hug. "It's good to see you Barb."

That makes her chuckle slightly. "You too, kiddo."

I check my watch again. 7:30am. Barely enough time to print out the scripts. I bid Barb a quick goodbye and head to the closest copier.

After kicking it a few times, and uttering several curse words, I got the copier up and running and several copies of today's script printed. I try to skim today's scenes while walking back to the soundstage. I'm beginning to grow curious as to watch is actually happening in this movie. Since we usually shoot scenes out of order, these few pages aren't helping very much.

Back on the soundstage, I spot Lloyd, our director, and walk over to hand him today's pages.

"Ava, welcome back." Lloyd says in his usual artistic drawl. He takes one of the copies from me, flipping through as though looking for something specific, though I know he is barely even skimming the pages.

Part of me is holding my breath, wondering if Javi would have complained to Lloyd or a production manager at this point. I'm not sure when he would have time for that between hair and makeup, but in a world where my mishap today costs me my job, he would find the time.

But, Lloyd is deep in conversation with a cameraman and doesn't spare me another glance. I take that as a good sign, and slowly slink toward the far corner of the room. This way I can still have a good view of the stage without calling too much attention to myself. I can see Lana across the room micing up one of the actors in the scene. Some older gentleman who I heard was popular on a cowboy show that I've never seen. I recognize his face more than I did Javi's, which embarrasses me further, even though the fact is only known to me.

Then, as though the gods of shame were looking down and laughing at me, Javi walks into the large room. I quickly open the first scene's pages to see if I can figure out whom he is playing. That, and so I can take my mind off of how he looks even more attractive in costume. I steal a glance up from the pages and see Lana micing him up now. He's smiling warmly at her, and she chuckles at something he said. Lana tends to laugh at most things, but I can't help but wonder what words were being passed between them.

The two men step onto the CIA set together, both dressed in impeccably tailored suits, making light conversation. Now is my que to bring them their copy of the pages for a final once-over before we roll the cameras. I inhale deeply and set my shoulders back.

Don't be intimidated, Ava. You can't embarrass yourself any worse than you already have.

Well, I know that last part isn't true. But I repeat it to myself all the same.

I walk up to the men, handing them each a copy with a smile.

The older gentleman gives me a friendly nod as he takes the script. Javi gives me the same smile he gave Lana a few minutes prior. I'm turning to leave, and I'm surprised when he says, "Thank you, Ava."

I pause, half out of surprise that he remembered my name, and half over the hesitation of wondering if I should apologize for earlier. But his attention is already on the pages, and there are so many people around to hear me admit my mistakes. I decide against it.

- - -

After we shoot the first few takes, I think I'm starting to piece together what the film is about. In the way that it is not unlike most other spy films I've seen. Older Cowboy, whose real name is still evading me, has a small role as the experienced head of the CIA who brings on Javi's character, a real loose cannon, despite his reservations. There is something about a kidnapping of Javi's lover that makes him "too close to the case," but he lies about his involvement with the woman to make sure he can be the one to save her. I'm assuming that is when we will be in Italy. Spy movies love a good ol' car chase in Europe.

I'm not blown away by the originality of the script or anything, but I'm still engaged in the scene even on their tenth take. I realize that Javi is actually quite talented. I'm only ever engaged in a scene if the actors are talented. That, or if Lloyd is having a breakdown.

I spend the rest of the scene trying not to notice just how well tailored that suit is on Javi. I never leer at the talent, but I always appreciate a good-looking man in a suit. Plus, there is something different about him. He has a kindness to him that I haven't seen with other actors. We've been working with a lot of big names recently, so maybe I've just become disillusioned. Even still, I know some lesser actors who would've complained about my assumption early, even if they painted it as a joke. They would never want me to fully live it down. But not Javi. At least, not so far.

When they call for a break, I decided it would be best to fulfill some of my other duties on another part of the lot.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to stay away from the soundstage, knowing that they will be working with Javi for the next few hours. I check my watch for the umpteenth today, and I crack a smile when I realize we only have about an hour left. My last stop is Emma Madden's trailer, our leading lady. And then I finally get to drive home and sleep.

I hadn't met Emma before, but similar to Javi, she isn't in the same celebrity category as our last film, so she seems much friendlier. I got a call on my walkie letting me know there was an issue with her food, and with not much else to go off of, I figured I might be in for a celebrity meltdown. However, when I got here, she let me know that she is severely allergic to mustard, and was afraid to touch the sandwich that had been dropped off to her. Sure, maybe it was a little 'Hollywood' for her to have me come and throw it in the garbage for her, but she was pretty apologetic about it.

"Thank you so much, Anna." She says with her knees brought up to her chest, as if she was shielding her center from the turkey sandwich springing back up out of the trash. Her expression is worried and her tone is so sincere that I don't correct her. Not that I would have otherwise.

"Not a problem Ms. Madden." I dust off sesame seeds from my palms.

"Oh please, call me Emma." She smiled at me now, and I couldn't help but like her a little.

"I know a mustard allergy is like, totally random, but it's actually pretty bad. I have an epipen and everything." I know she must be at least thirty years old, but her inflection reminds me of a teenager.

"I'll let crafty know. They should have sent you a food preference and allergy sheet to fill out months ago, that's the studio's fault."

"Oh, they did! I completely forgot about that. I figured it was just if you were a picky eater."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well, no worries. I'll let them know now." I reach for the doorknob of the trailer.

"Thank you again!" Emma called out as I closed the door behind me.

As I'm finally able to drop off my walkie for the day, I run through all the ways that Emma's Mustard Mayhem could have cost the studio hundreds of thousands of dollars. How did they start production without having her sign a waiver? Why did no one double check that all the talent had sent in their allergy lists? If she were a higher profile celebrity, this could have been a huge issue. But as usual, these are the scenarios I keep to myself. And as I drive home, I try to run through only mustard scenarios, and ignore any that pop up with another actor in mind.

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