#'selfshipping is cri' NO do it if you wanna

[dykebeckett]

new mantra for the girlies who are plagued and blessed by thoughts and ideas: kill cringe and create something

#nothing holier than the act of creating. to me #'self inserts are cringe' FALSE they rule #'selfshipping is cri' NO do it if you wanna #'people don't read crossovers/aus/ whatever idea i want to work with' i promise you they do babe! #make that thing! nobody else can make the thing you can make! #my best posts

[pearl-blue-musings]

Am I okay?

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!afab!reader

Word Count: ~1.7K

Author’s note: this is heavily and I mean HEAVILY selfship coded as it’s yet again another personal fic. If you’re not new to my page, I’ve been very open about my physical trauma and this fic is no exception. There’s some smut at the beginning and some angst but with comfort. It’s what I would love to have happen someday if the situation were to arise. The words in red are what my assualter actually said to me and it’s still hard for me to hear to this day. I hope if there’s anyone who happens to have been in a similar situation like me that this finds them some sort of solace and comfort (aged up of course)

“Fuck kitten, you feel so good.”

Hitoshi’s voice is hot and heavy in your ear as he thrusts into you. The sound of his grunts mix with your sweet moans and whimpers, his lips latching onto your neck to stifle his own noises. His hips buck up into you fiercely, his grip on the headboard and pillow underneath you giving him leverage. Your ankles are locked on the back of his waist as your nails dig into his muscled skin. He feels so good above you and inside you, your cunt twitching and tightening around him.

You can already feel that coil inside you wanting to be released as it tightens and tightens. Your voice gets higher and higher the more he kisses and fucks your pussy. The muscles in your legs start to ache from wrapping around him and trying to hold back your own pleasure. Your toes curl as his cock hits that spot that has you seeing stars. “Oh fuck, baby,” you whimper out, back arching off the bed. You hear him snicker as he keeps his pace. For a moment, Hitoshi adjusts your position, placing your ankles on his shoulders and his hands on your hips. He’s hitting you so deep and it feels so so good. It’s addicting and you want more, you want to become undone for him. You love Hitoshi so much and he you, sharing this moment of passion that has been long awaited between the two of you. A warm and rough hand cups your face, capturing your attention so you’re under his lust filled gaze. You kiss his palm and to him you’ve never looked prettier. Under the moonlight, covered in sweat, eyes glazed over in pleasure, Hitoshi knows he’s a special man in order to see you in this way. His other hand moves to your clit and starts to rub at the swollen nub. A pleasure filled shriek leaves your lips and you drop your head back.

“Mmm fuck, I’m so close kitten. Are you close? I know you are, baby girl.”

His voice is like lavender infused honey, it’s smooth, sweet, and downright sexy. You nod vigorously and breathe out. “I wanna, fuck, I wanna cum.”

He leans closer, your tits and tummy bouncing in front of him. Your thighs are now pressed against your chest, keeping you in place. He can feel you leaking already all over his cock. The idea of you being pregnant makes his dick twitch even more. He huskily breathes, “yes, darling. Do it, cum for me.

“Let go for me, it’s okay.”

Let go for me, it’s okay.

“Pineapple! P-pineapple, pineapple!”

Your moans of pleasure quickly shift to cries and tears of sadness. Hitoshi perks up his eyebrows and whispers, “shit, shit okay.” His grip loosens on your body as he slowly pulls out of you. Although he was very close, he gently places your legs down and gets up and heads toward the bathroom. You hear him finish with a muffled groan, run the sink to wash his hands and a bath for you. He grabs a towel for you and comes back. You’re now, despite not being cleaned yet, wrapped up in the covers panting and attempting to stop yourself from crying. The bed dips under his weight but he doesn’t touch you just yet. You finally let go of the sheets and reach out your hand to him. A sigh of relief escapes his lips and he quickly pulls you into a hug. You cry harder into his embrace as you grip him securely. He begins to wipe the sweat and fluids off your legs and back, looking into your eyes for permission to wipe in between your legs.

You slowly open your legs for him, holding onto his arm as his free one cleans you. Your abs contract and ache from going from almost climaxing to crying. Hitoshi coos at you to breathe slowly and try to calm down your body. With a tremble in your lips you nod and blink away some tears.

With a low and soft voice he asks, “baby, what happened? I’m happy you used the safe word but what led there? Did I do something you didn’t like?” He places the towel to the side and brings you into his arms again, rocking you back and forth slowly. He kisses your cheek over and over as he waits for you to respond.

Sniffling, you shake your head. “No,” you say wobbly, “you were doing everything right.” You take a second to breathe and lay your head against his chest. “I, I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish how, how you wanted. I didn’t mean-”

“No,” Hitoshi shushes you with soft shushing sounds. His lithe fingers wipe away your fresh tears. “As much as I wanted to finish inside you, this isn’t about me right now. You used the safe word and when I heard that I stopped. It doesn’t matter what was gonna happen after that.” His voice is reassuring and comforting as you feel your heart rate finally slow. “Breathe with me, kitten. In, two, three, four, five. And out, two, three, four, five.” You follow and copy his movements, never once breaking eye contact. Once you both have similar heartbeats, you lower your head and move to the other side of the bed. With what you’re about to say, you’re unsure if you can face him right now.

Hitoshi reaches out and grazes the skin of your back. “Kitten…”

“I need,” you breathe out. “I need to tell you what happened. You remember how I told you how I was… back in undergrad.” Hitoshi finds himself nodding, moving a little bit closer to you so you can hear his quiet yes. “I was,” you sniffle, “I was so out of it. He, he drugged me and we were at my place…he drove my car. And when you told me to “let go, it’s okay” it reminded me of when he said it to me and I thought,” your voice breaks as you huff. “I thought I was okay but I can still hear him in my head. He’s still there, touching me, violating me, and and…” Your voice trails off with a stutter as you break down and cry once more. Behind you, Hitoshi tries to contain the rage he feels inside for you while also feeling guilt for saying something so triggering. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing at your arms for reassurance and comfort.

Hitoshi lets you cry, kissing your cheek softly. You buckle completely under his embrace, legs falling limp as you lay your weight against him. He gets up from the bed, momentarily leaving your side as he then picks you up, one arm under your legs and the other around your back. He walks you out of the bedroom and toward the living room, where he sets the two of you on the oversized beanbag chair. The two of you fall easily onto the furniture and lay your head on his shoulder. In your head, you’re secretly happy you bugged your love to buy this very very large beanbag chair. You didn’t think it would be used like this but you’re not upset about it.

Using their bluetooth speaker, Hitoshi quietly asks the technology to play some soothing instrumental music to help soothe and not disturb their neighbors. He finally feels you calm down completely and he begins to hum lightly. His voice lulls you to sleep and eventually sleep finds him too.

The next morning, you’re alone on the beanbag chair and the smell of your favorite breakfast wafts in the air. You yawn and stretch widely, realizing a new bundle of warmth had joined you. On your lap is your two year old cat, waking you up more by purring and making biscuits on your covered legs. Amidst the sizzling sounds of his cooking, he hears your shuffling and brings you a mug of warm tea and a kiss on top of your head. “Good morning,” he rasps. “I see our bundle of joy has decided to wake you up.” You nod tiredly with a stretch as you grab the mug on the end table. You take a sip and immediately feel your muscles relax. The honey is stirred in to perfection and the taste is exactly what you need. You get up slowly and head toward the kitchen. You go toward the cabinet holding your medicine, place the mug down in order to get your pills. Once you’ve taken them, you drink more of your tea and just watch your boyfriend cook the two of you breakfast. He’s confidently shirtless with his pajama bottoms hanging low on his waist. You smile gently, setting the tea at your spot on the dinner table and wrap your arms around him. He jumps slightly, then rests his hand on top of your interlocked ones. “It’s almost ready. Did you miss me already?”

You nod into his back before giving the bare skin a peck. After a few minutes, the sound of the sizzling dies down and he lowers the setting on the stove. He turns around to wrap his arms around your mid back, running his fingers up and down your back. He sighs loudly, a sign you know that he wants to say something. You rest your chin on his chest and give him a nod of encouragement. His eyes shine with love as he pulls you closer into him. Hitoshi coughs. “As you slept, I found myself unable to. I stayed with you as long as I could, making sure you were asleep soundly.” He pauses for a moment to kiss the top of your head, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I looked up support groups for victims of ra- umm, sexual assault. Kitten, listen I think you should join one. They’ll help you better than I can and,” his voice trails off as a couple tears fall down his lashes. Your hands squeeze him tightly as you feel his stomach and chest heave from his withheld cries. In this moment, he wants to protect you, be there for you in every way possible. You don’t need him to finish his sentence, knowing that he spent time wanting to help you is all you need.

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou smut #shinsou angst #shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #shinsou x reader #shinsouuuu #mha smut #mha angst #shinsou comfort #my writing #i did the thing

[shoyoist]

rekha :(((( just to torture ourselves what kind of angsty scenario do you imagine would bring hanma to tears if he’s in a relationship with you? sobs or is it only the death of those few he cares about that can break a man like him :(((( bye i’m so sad over him now pls

content: fem!reader (feat. my selfship content), established marriage, papa! shuji, angst. accidental pregnancy. mention of not wanting kids, family-related insecurities. thank you for indulging me rivvy<3

note: ok listen! i've been thinking about this all day. shuji isn't much of a crier, but when he does cry, it's over the people he loves.

shuji always says to you that he doesn't wanna have kids. and hey, you're cool with that. you don't need kids to make a family and a home with him.

just the two of you is plenty enough<33

but you get one accidental pregnancy after the other, and you find yourselves with two or three kids that shuji ends up loving more than life itself.

he jokes to you every now and then about how he doesn't know why he was so apprehensive about the idea before.

he's so happy! he loves his little kids, they share his and your features so evenly, their bubbly giggling at his silly faces are so adorable, taking care of them is so fun and god, he's just so full of love and joy.

until he's painfully reminded of why he didn't want to have kids— when they grow older and their personalities start clashing with his.

as a father, shuji jumps from too easygoing to too overprotective real quick. he finds something like their secret cigarette stash, that they've been drinking at parties, or they miss a curfew or two and it gets him irrationally mad at them — and when shuji's angry, he yells </3

he's just concerned for his kids because he knows full well what a reckless, dangerous childhood is like. and while he wants to be the chill parent so bad, he gets scared sometimes.

and his fear for his kids' safety comes out as anger and yelling. and his kids take after him, so his anger only makes their tempers flare up — which often results in a shouting match between father and children.

and while shuji tries to stay kind, sometimes, his kids say the meanest things at him.

(credits to my gf for these lines btw! this is actually from my selfship 🤭) one time, shuji is trying to confiscate his son's phone and ground him for a bit for staying out of the house a whole day and night after a prior argument, and it goes like this ↓

“give me your phone”

“what the fuck, you're not serious- i'm a grown ass adult!”

“give me your phone. you're not fucking grown. you're grounded, and i'm keeping tabs on you from here on out. now hand it over or i swear to god, i will take it from you”

his tone is threatening enough, and your son has no choice but to hand over his phone and shuji shuts it down and pockets it.

your son hisses under his breath like “this is bullshit”

and shuji retorts with a “this is how being a parent is”

and then his son says, in the meanest tone he could muster— “yeah, because you and mom were sooo smart for having so many fucking kids while being world's most wanted.”

and for a tense moment, there's a silence before shuji just heads to the front door and his shoes on, takes helmet and jacket and storms out, slamming the door shut behind him. he drives somewhere like yokohama wharf and just. breaks down and cries. all by himself. imagine ;( </3

he lights himself a smoke for the first time in years, tears rolling down his cheek and hanging for a moment at his jaw before they fall and stain his jeans with tears, and he's just wondering if he's a good father at all in the end.

he cries and cries and cries— and when he finally comes home to you late at night after everyone else has gone to bed, his eyes are puffy and red, and his hair is dishevelled. he looks so sad.

and when you hold out your arms for a hug, this big, 6'6 (because he was 6'4 at age 16. he's grown at least a couple of inches since then!) tall man, smelling of cigarettes and tears in his leather jacket and ripped jeans just slumps into you, his wife that he loves so much and just wants to be good to.

he's silent as you lead him to bed and help him undress, and while you're in bed, wrapped up in eachother's arms under the blankets, he asks you in a raspy, hoarse whisper, “am i... am i a good father to the kids, baby?”

and god, you kiss him, kiss his forehead and his face and his hair and you tell him yes, yes shuji you're such a good father to our children, and you're so good to me! so good to me and so good to the kids, shuji. you're okay.

he can't help but cry again after he hears that. he cries quietly but he sobs out loud, body racking and shaking your shoulders along with his own each time he takes a ragged breath in.

shuji knows he's not a family man. but god, god he wants to be one so bad. he wants to be good, for you and for his children that he loves so fucking much. and it makes him cry, whenever his fear overtakes him and convinces him that he may not be enough.

#‶｡ଘ.*+ — [ loveletter ]. #‶｡ଘ.*+ — from : [ river! ]. #OOPS THIS GOT SO LONG! HAHA 💀 #okayy since it's my selfship i'll turn off rbs #but yes! i hope you enjoy the read river 😭💖 #hanma x reader #hanma angst #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader

[sxaras]

CHAPTER FIVE - is this a date?

₊˚a story in which two teens inexperienced with love learn to love each other.

warnings — selfship fic (osaluma) (livchu), bsd spoilers, angst, fluff, teen love, romance, mentions of traumatic backstories, underage dr.g use (marijuana), violence

tw: mori makes an appearance (he’s a p.do if you don’t know)

MASTERLIST

notes from dazai’s star: i give u fluff, ur welcome, xoxo luma (slight spoiler to the chapter, idk if mori would read a newspaper sorry)

“osamu.” luma’s voice was shaky on the phone, as if they’d been crying. “luma-chan, what’s wrong?” dazai asked in a concerned tone. “i..i got into an argument with my mom,” they sobbed, feeling like absolute shit. and they still had to live through all of it.

“fuck. do you wanna come over?” he asked, almost urging. “mhm, yes,” luma hummed over the call. “okay, i’ll see you soon. or do you need me to pick you up?” dazai inquired, sounding stern yet calm to not upset them more.

“no it’s fine, i’ll head over now. thank you, osamu,” luma replied, sounding relieved. with that, they both hung up and luma began grabbing their things.

they slipped past their mom and exited their home. on the walk to dazai’s house, their stomach was filled with butterflies and all fuzzy. even with all their embarrassing moments in front of him, he still showed compassion for them.

a while later, they had arrived at his place. entering the house and heading to his room, they fell into his chest, sobbing their eyes out. he comforted them the entire time they cried, not letting go once.

“she’s one of the few people i have left, i can’t destroy our relationship,” luma sniffled, pulling away for air. because of their sobbing, they lost their breath a lot quicker.

“i’m sorry, lumi. i wish i could make it better,” osamu said kindly, seeing luma’s flushed cheeks over their nickname. his hand slowly reached up to wipe their tears. “shh, it’s okay. i’ll keep you safe,” he cooed.

the door creaked open, revealing mori—the leader of the port mafia. luma and dazai immediately backed away, keeping a respectful distance from each other.

“what are you two doing?” he asked, a creepy grin on his face. “nothing, just about to watch a show,” luma said, trying not to stammer. they were well aware of his…type, feeling absolute repulse for him. still, they had to respect him as their leader.

“mind if i join you?” he asked. “um, we’d like some private time now, mori-san,” dazai said, giving him a serious look. “alright,” he responded, shrugging and shutting the door.

luma let out a shaky breath. dazai silently scoffed at mori for giving luma so much anxiety. “can we go out, please?” luma pleaded, looking at him with such sorrowful eyes. “g—go out?” dazai stammered, eyes wide. “just get out of the house, your room is comforting but it’s suffocating right now,” they explained, looking around nervously.

“oh, yes of course,” he replied, nodding. they exited the room quietly and snuck downstairs and past mori reading a newspaper.

dazai wanted a small perspective as to what luma and their mother argue about, but knew it was none of his business. “i’m not sure if my mom loves me,” they admitted, almost like they read his thoughts. he glanced at them in shock.

“like, she did so much for me with protecting me from my dad and all but recently she can look at me sobbing and only get angry and call me pathetic,” they explained, choking on their words.

“you don’t deserve to be treated that way. you have a big heart and if people can’t respect that, then they’re not worth it,” he replied, gasping right after.

he knew luma’s feelings on talking about their mother in such a way, but he unfortunately let it slip, wanting to take it back.

luma nodded slowly, not fully believing it. people had said that much to them before but ended up betraying them in the end. it was a repetitive process, which made luma think they were too problem.

sure they weren’t the best person, but you couldn’t blame them. the world was cruel and twisted to them, causing them to do certain things that helped them cope, even if it might’ve been more toxic than what actually happened to them.

arriving at the bookstore, dazai had promised he’d cover the costs of their manga, but luma planned on not buying much out of respect for him and his money.

they both headed to the manga section. luma’s mood instantly brightened when they saw a new volume of their favorite manga—cheeky brat. the story consisted of a playboy falling for his basketball manager and senpai. he was a bit of a pervert but luma was into that (minus the non-consensual perversion).

luma squealed. “finally a new volume’s out! this is my favorite manga,” they explained to osamu, who nodded.

he glanced at the first volumes on display, grabbing one of them. “what’s it about?” luma explained the plot to him in detail, remembering just about every bit of the storyline.

“but the guy’s a pervert though who kisses her without her consent, just a heads up,” they quickly warned. he nodded in response. “but other than that, they’re my comfort couple, i love them both so much!”

hearing luma’s gushing made his heart flutter. he looked down at the cover, wondering if luma found the male love interest attractive. “i swear i dunno if i want yuki or shou,” they said, as if they read his mind again. so they did like both love interests.

yuki was pretty enough to make dazai assume luma would have a crush on her, as they did with almost all women. even if they were fictional, it still left an ache in his heart.

“ugh, can’t stand couples.” they both heard murmuring come from two girls passing by. “i know right? like get a fucking room,” the other girl laughed, walking away with her friend.

“is this a date?” luma asked, trying to hide their eagerness for it to actually be a date. “um, if you want it to be,” he replied, smiling at the thought. “okay, i don’t mind,” they whispered, cheeks flushing against their tan skin.

“can i…hold your hand?” osamu asked hesitantly, wanting to take back his words until luma nodded with a smile and clasped his hand.

they walked down the manga aisles, picking up volumes that either they needed in a series or ones that interested them.

“oh, i ended up picking up too much, here let me—” “it’s fine, luma, i’ll just use mori-san’s cash. we both know the bitch deserves it,” he explained, chuckling. “o…okay,” they trailed off, nodding slowly.

dazai smiled at the excited expression luma held, them now knowing they would get all the volumes they wanted. usually, they hated overusing other’s money. but if it was mori’s money, then screw it.

as they purchased their items, the employee thought they were a couple. “you guys make a cute couple,” she assumed. “oh—we’re not dating,” luma told her nervously.

“my apologies, i shouldn’t have assumed,” she quickly said, shaking her head. what was with people thinking they were a couple? it wasn’t like they had a loving gleam in their eyes when they looked at each other, or the hand holding, or the flustered expressions when they held each other’s hands. definitely not.

exiting the store, both smiled to themselves that they finally went on a date. they wouldn’t want one with anyone else in the world.

#🕯️the hills have eyes! #☆—selfships #☆—osaluma

[yuujispinkhair]

hello hello👋🏾 ngl i almost cried at work when i saw that you followed me back 😭 but i just wanna say thank you for helping me with finding the prompts. i appreciate it so much😊😊

Awww I saw that you write for HSR too, and you seem really nice, so I decided to follow 💗💗💗 You are very welcome for the prompts!! I think it's such an amazing idea to do a selfship September. Have fun with it!!! 💗💗

[skenpiel]

im, m,.m,,, i forgot what its like to have special interests and specific characters you love so much you literally pass out,,,,,,,,, id completely forgotten about that,,,,,,,,,, i didnt think it was possible for me anymore cause the last time i experienced it was something last summer with taako but.,... i love mp100 so fucking much.........,.,

#i wanna do a selfship thing with mob but were just like really good friends #platonic self ship? is that a thing? i think so #also i can never decide if i write selfship in one word or two who gives a shit #i wanna go on a long rant abt how much i love mob can i do that #okok here i go #i. love that boy so so much #and i havent felt this strongly in like a long ass time you guys #its just #i truly and purely adore him from the inside out #like i was watching mp100 with my sister and the only word she used to describe mob was precious and thats not wrong at all!!! #but i feel like hes so much more than a 'uwu soft baby boy' #like he has his own set of issues to deal with #how hes bland and doesnt stand out and isnt very remarkable #and the girl he loves isnt interested mostly because she seems shallow and like yeah i like fit guys lmao #but i love him!!!! #hes caring and he does his very best to never hurt anyone!!! #and he truly cares about everyone hes forced to hurt!! #and people keep pushing him to his very limit because they wanna see it with their own eyes #and i hate that!!!!!! #he cries when hes forced to hurt others because hes been taught thats not the way to go #and its true!!! #but when people keep!!! pushing him to his breaking point!!! he has no other choice!!! #and he still feels terrible about it!! #and i feel so bad for him for being forced to do something he so strongly hates!!! #i fucking love mob with all my heart and soul and all my bones and trust me!!! thats a lotta bones!!!!! #i wanna keep watching but im watching it with my sister smh #and the intro.... holy sh IT ........... im listening to it now and i just wanna scream along to it and aaahhh #i fucking love mp100 #also i might be kinsidering the telepathy girl

[tahdashi]

hi sayu hope u have been doing well !! i self ship w kuroo n since he’s a morning person and i’m not lmao he likes to get me out of bed with the ruse of an ice coffee run ): answers all my sleepy ‘are u sure? ):’s and ‘u promise ):’s with the patience of a saint pls i love him sob

mornings at the kuroo household are nothing but fun. tetsu wakes up early to the sound of your baby’s cries, and tiredly waddles to the crib to comfort them. he sits in the large beanbag that he decided to get for the nursery (he thought it would be a nice place to cuddle with the baby), and strokes their back until they’re simply babbling happily. and you’re not up yet, but the sun is starting to shine through the sheer curtains, hitting your resting face in the most beautiful way. he makes his way to the bed, baby in hand, and slides back in next to you. “a couple more minutes won’t hurt, right, baby?” he whispers to your baby. “don’t wanna wake her up.” and with the baby on his chest, and his hand in your hair, tetsu falls asleep again. he’s always wondered how he’s spent mornings without you two, but these ones seem a lot warmer and brighter.

💌 — send me a selfship hc and i’ll give you a fluffy hc about your lil family ft. dad!hq

#DAD KUROO MEANS THE WORLD TO ME #BEST DAD ME THINKS #neena ✧˚ · . #from the stars #sayu plays! #dad!kuroo

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

You’re Not An Awful Parent

This is basically a birthday gift I wanna write to my good friend/bro @pikablob 

I hope you don’t mind this. The title was tricky, originally it was Calm With You. But I just changed it...like, I just thought of the titles. And I’m in the Joheda tag right now making this. This is basically an expansion/remake of this Joheda bit I sent to you in a message...I felt like it was easier to use that as my inspiration. Including use some of my stuff I have wanted to write about.

I just really love these two characters a lot. To the point, I will admit, I do selfship myself with these two. But considering you started to ship these two and I was hesitant at first. Despite I originally thought about them before...I’m glad I started loving this ship. 

This likely takes place in my Cartoonverse. Or whatever you want to see it. Yet it will likely take place in that. I hope you love this, and I’m gonna try my best writing it. Because I like these two a lot. Here I go.

So I just finished it, and I saved it once as a draft in case. I changed the title from It’s Calming With You I think. I pressed too much crtl z that I erased the last sentence...I hope you folks like this. I really hope so.

Johanna had all sorts of weird feelings. It felt weird to her maybe because she hadn’t been like this in such a long time. She was a grown woman and...it felt awkward having these feelings...it was like when she was with the man who was her husband.

Her relationship with the man only lasted for a few years. But due to personal issues, he left her and their young daughter. Despite Johanna tried to act like it was fine, it did kind of hurt he left. At times he remembers his name, sometimes she forgets it. But she still recalls he had the same hair color as their daughter.

She felt like after that, she may not feel this way again...then Eda Clawthorne showed up in her apartment one day out of nowhere.

Despite a rocky start, and having Eda return what she had stolen from their apartment. She wasn’t a bad person. Yeah, Eda was wanted by the Emperor's Coven, but that was a whole other story. She was genuinely nice when she wasn’t being sassy or whatever else. Eda was mainly pleasant to talk to, despite how different they are. It was very nice to have an adult friend to talk to that didn’t look at her strange or possibly belittle her. 

There was also the fact that Eda’s relationship with Hilda was pretty great. At times, it seemed like Hilda enjoyed being with her more. And that made her sad...especially recently with how she thinks she’s being too controlling of Hilda going out on adventures...but that was another subject.

Johanna liked men, she always did. There was nothing wrong with that. But to her, trust was a very important thing. But...these feelings for Eda felt...so awkward...she felt like she was some shy teenage girl. And to make matters worse...Eda was indulging in it. Saying sweet stuff to her which would make her blush. 

Was it...a crush? It had to be, even though if this happened when she was a teenager. Her parents would’ve been upset with her. She never really considered this...feeling towards women. Maybe the aftermath of her husband leaving made her ignore wanting love. Sure, there were always some beautiful men out there. But she always focused on Hilda. To make sure she was safe. That’s what was more important to her.

But because of that...maybe Hilda was right? What if she was being too hard on her? What if she should’ve trusted her more? It was the events with the Black Hound and other things that seemed to have made her reconsider some things. Despite Trolberg was a very easy going place...she just grew paranoid and worried for her daughter. Especially after recent events with a break in once when Hilda had gone out with her friends.

It was night time at the apartment, and Eda wanted to visit them. She was disappointed when she learned Hilda was staying at Frida’s house. But she stayed behind and had some dinner with Johanna...

Johanna just really wanted to talk with Eda, about Hilda and her words. Maybe she would give out some good advice, and she just needed it from someone who has some experience in a way...despite her experience might be...stranger than hers or not.

The two ladies sat on the couch. The tv was on, it was a inoffensive channel Johanna decided to put on. Eda wasn’t really in on it, but she didn’t seem to mind. At that point, Johanna just put on the channel because it was mainly family related, something friendly, and possibly make be background noise.

During their time watching the tv, Eda put her left arm over Johanna’s shoulders. It made her blush, but Eda smiled seeing that. For a couple of minutes, she just wanted to talk to Eda soon, and now it was that time.

“Eda”.

“Yeah?” Eda asked.

“I...really want to talk about something important. It’s about Hilda.” Johanna told her.

“Oh, alright.” Eda was curious. What did they need to talk about? Was it about what Hilda had complained to her a while back? Johanna decided to turn down the volume of the tv with her remote, and she sat it back on the arm rest of the couch. After that, Eda took her arm off of Johanna’s shoulders and just put them behind the couch.

“Is everything alright with Hilda?” she asked her.

Johanna didn’t know how to answer that right away. She wanted to say everything was fine...but her recent interactions with her daughter bothered her. Such as the point of literally grounding her because of the Cauldon Island incident. She had to be honest, but she didn’t know the right words.

Eda just looked at her. She could tell Johanna was trying to find the right words to say. Johanna just had her arms in her lap, looking at the ground, and wondering what to say. But considering what Hilda told her before, Eda guessed what she might wanna talk about.

“Is it because she didn’t be honest with you recently?” Eda decided to just say it. Because it was likely the thing she wanted to speak about. But the moment she said that, Johanna’s eyes widened.

“Wait...she told you?” Johanna sounded surprised when she heard that.

“Well...yeah...we had a long talk about it.” Eda admitted to her. Hearing that shocked Johanna for some reason. While she could trust Eda, but it’s the fact Hilda talked to her first instead of herself. 

“She...went to you...instead of me?” Johanna putting her hands up a bit, sounding stressed, and possibly feeling heartbroken by the reveal of that. “But...we were supposed to talk about it first.” She kept getting more confused and was sounding more sad. As if Hilda didn’t trust her to tell how she felt. She kept rambling to herself until Eda stepped in.

“Hey, hey, hey Jo...calm down okay?” Eda grabbed Johanna’s right hand with her right hand, while she patted her back for reassurance. “Take a deep breath okay. Breathe in, breathe out. Follow my lead, okay?” she told her friend and she listened. They were breathing in and out, and Johanna felt better after that.

“Thank you Eda.” She told her, closing her eyes. “So, she told you about me grounding her and me being more worried than usual?” 

“Yeah, she did talk to me about it. And we had a talk about it. I can understand of why she would be bothered” Eda continued on. “It was a long talk actually. And I wanted to also check if you were okay too.”

“Really?” Johanna looked back at her.

Eda only nodded and smile. “I mean, that’s why I was bummed out when I learned she wasn’t here. To be honest, it makes me feel warm inside when she sees me show up. As if I’m maybe a celebrity. It’s actually pretty cute.” Eda continued on. While she had Luz admiring her and trying to teach her to become a witch. There was something wholesome of Hilda always liking Eda’s company. Despite they got off the wrong foot.

“...I’m an awful parent.” Johanna said as she looked at the ground. With her hands in her lap again.

“...what?” Eda said, sounding surprised by that.

“I just...God” Johanna put her left hand over her nose. “I just can’t take it...or I worry too much. Ever since so much stuff happened. I’m getting more scared for her to be out there. I know she can take care of herself. But it scares me because with recent things that have happened.” She just looked at her hands, and her irritated voice started to sound like she wanted to cry.

“Recent things?” Eda asked.

“It’s not just the fact she’s been lying to me a dozen times. But it’s the fact ever since this break in at one point, and whatever has been happening with this city. I’m just worried for her, and I think she’s started to hate me for it.” At the moment, Johanna sounded as if she was gonna cry.

“I’m just worried that some horrible person is gonna take her away while my back is turned. Or I’m not gonna be there to help her. As if I’m starting to feel weak and helpless...I don’t know what’s been going on it’s just” Johanna choked a bit because she was starting to tear up.

“Hey...Jo...it’s okay.” Eda tried calming her down. Putting her hands on her shoulders.

“My husband left me long ago because of maybe stuff like this. I don’t know anymore. And I’m just...I’m terrified I won’t see her again. And I’m upset by the idea I’m a horrible mother because you are able to protect her and I’m not. Look at me? I’m just some graphic designer and you’re a bloody witch! You’re everything she wants in a mum! And I’m just...normal! She won’t be honest with me, and she hates me!” She cried out, and then put her hands over her face. She started to cry more.

Eda hated seeing her like this. It hurt her seeing Johanna talk about herself this way. Going far as putting herself down because of recent events.

“And...I feel weird...about whatever we have going on!? I...is it a bad thing? I do like men, but...why do you even hang around me? I’m not like anyone you might’ve met at the Boiling Isles...I’m just a mum who might just get kidnapped, or just doing graphic designs while her daughter goes on some adventures behind her mother’s back.” Johanna said.

At that point, Eda may of found out what was bothering Johanna even more. And she knew she had to make things better. She grabbed Johanna’s head and turned it to face her own slowly. With her hands still on Johanna’s cheeks.

“I want you to listen to what I have to say...your daughter doesn’t hate you. She never hated you. We talked about how maybe you’ve being too controlling. But I did talk to her that you’re just maybe worried...and that you both should be honest with each other...but what I didn’t know is what else you had on your mind.” Eda continued.

“Hilda may possibly consider me a fun mom, and I love hanging out with her. But I am not the one who plays Dragon Panic with her. I am not the one who changed her diapers. And I’m certainly not the one who raised her to be person she was...that was you...not me. YOU.”

Eda really wanted to hammer the point she wasn’t Hilda’s mother. But Johanna was her mother. That no matter what Hilda thought of Eda, Johanna was Hilda’s real mother.

“Listen...I understand being scared for her while she’s out there. Trust me, my magic is weakened and I have to make sure there is food on the table for Luz. But I didn’t want her to worry about that. You need to be a bit more open. You need to make her feel comfy about going on adventures. You’re not always gonna be there to protect her. She’s gonna grow up, and you can’t always have this grip on her. But it’s fine you’re scared.” Eda continued on.

“So no...you’re not an awful parent. You make mistakes. We all do. And I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. It hurts me more to see you cry. You’re not just some human who’s a graphic designer...you’re honestly one of the kindest people I know...and I still feel awful of how we met. I just want to make sure you feel alright and safe...okay.” Eda told her. 

“....you really mean...all of that?” Johanna asked her, sniffing a bit. But it seemed like she stopped crying.

“Yes...I meant every word. You’re not weak and helpless, and like I’m grateful that I met Luz. I’m glad to have met you and Hilda.” Eda just hugged her after that.

Johanna felt so shocked. The warmth Eda gave her, and the hug felt so reassuring. It was beautiful that someone did understood her, but also telling her what she needed to do. But also someone who told her that she wasn’t weak or helpless. She really needed to hear this from her. After her eyes had be widen for the hug, she closed them, and hugged Eda back.

“Thank you Eda.” Johanna told her.

“No problem...it’s fine...we both needed to let some stuff out didn’t we?” Eda told her. “And we can sit here as long as you want.” 

The two women just sat on the couch for about five minutes. They were just embracing each other. 

“I’m sorry...for stealing your stuff and that I possibly made you feel worse.” Eda told her. Sounding sad as well.

“It’s okay...I had forgiven you already...but I didn’t know you still felt awful...I don’t hate you.” Johanna told her back. Wanting to reassure Eda of their first encounter. Hearing that made Eda felt relived even more. Despite Johanna had forgiven her long ago, it was nice to hear the confirmation again.

“So.....you still like men right?” Eda said playfully.

Johanna’s eyes widened, and they got out of the hug.

“I mean...just...I’m sorry if I upset you in anyway. I...feel confused. We’re not in a relationship...I don’t know if we have a thing...I just...feel weird around you. But I think it helped me realize some things. I just haven’t felt this way since my husband left...and while you are always flirting...I really enjoy your company.” Johanna said while blushing.

“You’ve never upset me. And hey...sorry if I...get too close at times.” Eda said.

“No...it’s fine...I think...I just don’t get a lot of affection like that. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet...but I again...enjoy your company. You make me feel better.” Johanna told her.

“Awwww, I understand. I just...want you to feel loved you know? But I never wanna make you uncomfortable. I will admit, I love seeing you as a blushing mess.” Eda said with a smile. “If you don’t want to pursue a relationship, that’s fine. I don’t wanna push that on you. But I will be around if you ever need to talk or anything. Whether it’s about Hilda, us, or anything else. Just...use that weird Nowhere Space you guys use...if Tontu doesn’t mind.” Eda said, comforting Johanna.

“And besides...I don’t mind preferring men. I mean...I’ve been with a lot...some are good...some aren’t so good. A lot of them were nice looking...not as nice looking at you.” Eda said back at her with a smile. Which made Johanna flustered. “But you know...trust is key.”

“Yeah...that’s what I think is important too.” Johanna admitted that.

“...hey...if you don’t mind...do you wanna talk about...your husband?” Eda asked her.

“...I think I’d rather not. I think talk about enough things already.” Johanna said while stroking her hair.

Eda decided to grab Johanna and bring her close to her chest.

“Alright. If we’re gonna stop talking. Then we’re gonna do this.” Eda said playfully.

“What are you doing?” Johanna asked.

“I want you to lay on me...I’m just...kind of hugging you. Trust me...I think you need it.” Eda told her.

“Eda. I need to wash the dishes.” Johanna told her.

“Uh uh...screw the dishes...you’re staying here until I feel everything is better okay?” Eda said, not giving Johanna much of a choice. But she didn’t mind it. Being in Eda’s arms and just on her chest felt comforting.

“What about the elixir?” Johanna asked.

“Already had some before I got here. I packed one in case. You’re not getting out of this, trust me.” Eda wanted to make sure she wasn’t gonna let go for a while. “Now...who’s the most beautiful woman in Trolberg?” She asked.

“....I am.” Johanna blushed when hearing that.

“Damn right you are Jo...damn right you are.” Eda said while keeping Johanna close to her chest.

It was gonna be a long night. While Tontu kept to himself, and Twig and Alfur were with Hilda. The two women kept to themselves, and Johanna wouldn’t mind being just stuck in Eda’s arms for a long time. As the witch stroked her hair gently, and just wanted to make her friend she cared about a lot feel comfortable. Johanna deserved that after everything she’d been through.

#GeekGem's Cartoonverse #joheda #hilda the series #johanna #the owl house #eda clawthorne

[pixelwisp-archive]

Hi Ori! Can I ask you your favorite selfship and as many headcanons as you want about you two?

Khooshaaaaaa thank you sm for feeding my hyperfixation on Makki 😩🖤 I’m probably gonna get very carried away with this LMAO I’m so sorry

-His contact name: ✨Fuckass💕✨

-My contact name: Stinky💛

- Pet names: Babe, Baby, nerd (affectionate), he’s also prone to saying dramatic shit to be dinkus like ‘how is the light of my life doing today’

-We have a fake engagement ring so we can fake public proposals for free shit shdfjsjdjd

- He def has a second TikTok account that he doesn’t tell me about and it isn’t until his series of “things my girlfriend cried about this week” comes up on my fyp that I find it LMAO

- in response, I start making those ‘guessing my bf’s replies’ and he gets lowkey so triggered lmao (literally just this )

-if he has thirst traps (which he totally does) I send them to Mattsun and Iwa and they stitch it copying him and making fun and theirs always goes fucking viral lol

- He buys flowers all the time but he purposefully picks out the ugliest he can find and he’ll made a joke like “they reminded me of you babe, heinous 💖” but in actuality he buys the ugly ones because he knows no one else will and he lowkey wants them to feel loved before they eventually die 🥺

- I said this before in an ask to someone once but we are the CEO’s of making fun of Iwaizumi for being such a gym rat lmao please whenever he so much as mentions it we recite the student athlete copypasta

- Stop Grinding?😂 The Grind Never Stops💯 No Breaks😈 We Stay Dream Chasing💪I don't get a break ✊ I'll be out here grinding 😈 Imma be chasing dreams while you're lounging 💯 the only thing i'm chasing🏃🏽😈is my dreams💭✊🏽keep grinding 💯RIP grandma👵🏼Romans 8:1🙏🏼busy?😂 you don't know🤔 what busy is 🏃🏽fam👐🏻 i won't🙅🏻ever stop my grind💯nothing gets handed to me 🙄🙅🏻‍♂️ I work for everything I got ‼️but we ain't done yet 💯😈👀 Nap?😂 I don't know that word😴 while you taking Z's 💤 I'm making W's🙌🏆U snooze you lose😤🤘can kill my ambition💯😈🙏🏻 i will never stop grinding🙏🏻even when im dead sleep is for the weak😴💯 U mean my TEAM⁉️ONE eats, we ALL eat🍽We out here grindin' together💪😤 THAT'S family💯😈

- also either one of us could start a vine and the other will finish it no matter where we are. 

- Me, from the kitchen: Road work ahead?

- Makki, from the other side of the apartment: uh yeah, I sure hope it does

-Makki, brushing his teeth: Two bros chillin in the hot tub

-Me, in the shower: Five feet apart cause they’re not gay 😌✨

- we like have passionate debates but we rarely actually fight??? Like it def happens but it’s usually over something stupid lmao

-  If we ever DO get into an argument, If I’m in the wrong I will literally crumble almost immediately. I will prob leave the room angry and in like a half hour I’ll scamper back out pathetically and the second he so much as looks my way I’ll just start crying and apologizing because The guilt eats me alive lmao.

-  If he’s in the wrong, there will prob be a short silent treatment as he lowkey stews in his guilt and I’m too upset to talk to him, but then he shoots me a link to a Spotify playlist he made from the other room 

- It would literally be something like this

- and I would forgive him on the spot lmao stop he’s so fucking stupid I love him

-  Tbh I hate the fact that Furudate didn’t give him a job so I hc that he does some sort of freelance work - either IT/web dev, video editing, or even a private tutor (or maybe he’s an overachiever and does all 3 💅 can’t stop him)

- He is such a gossip whore and even though I pretend I’m ~above~ drama I fucking live for the tea so the two of us are absolute menaces having gossip sessions after work like

- Anime marathons, snuggled on the couch, doesn’t get bothered when I wanna pause to discuss like every 5 minutes because I’m ADHD and a certified mess

- He has a Sixth Sense when it comes to me having a bad day (no dumbass you’ve just been ranting in the gc since 9am) so he always has dinner and a little pamper session planned on those days and tbh I WILL cry on the spot (I’m a crier if you couldn’t tell fklasdf;jasd)

- him, constantly: I love you biiiiitch, I ain’t never gonna stop lovin you, biiitch

- HE IS SO GOOD WITH KIDS and tbh I’m normally on board with the dink lifestyle but he would make the baby fever so bad jfc

-ok this is getting ridiculous I’ll stop now I just love him a whole lot 😩🖤

#orimakki #whispers #familiars #khoosha #I wanna have cuter tags but im ~uncreative~

[kreidewaltz]

hi, love!!! <3 for the self ship question please do number 3 and 26 hehe <3

hi hi <3 

3. what type of dates would you two mostly go on? do you guys have a “date spot”?

sometimes it’s just spontaneous and we don’t plan and go wherever we want hehe hmm date spot i think the living room in the apartment 😭 because there are days we just wanna stay in (but still have a routine bc hajime 🙄!! lol i love him sm) and after doing everything we just unwind and talk abt everything <3

26. what do you think their love language is, and do you think you’d be good at it?

i think his is acts of service <3 and i’m like okay with it because ik he prefers his actions speak to him and i like that :(( if i’m in a good mood i can go the chores for him and maybe give him food for a break or smth :(( but there are times where i forget when i’m sad cries

send me selfship prompts!

#asks.🍥 #friends.☁️ #nhi.🍈

[pearl-blue-musings]

Drunken confessions?

All for it

I ship myself with Mirio!

And as I treat I'll do one for you!

Shinso and you are treating yourselves to some fancy wine and Netflix after a long week of hard working and it's really nice ya know? All inside jokes and cuddles and mimicking actors and even through your drunk stupor y'all seem to be having a somewhat intellectual conversation!

There's this one particular moment though that gets him

Just

You're in your comfy clothes, a smile that brightens up the whole room, your laugh is so natural and isn't the shy giggles you give like you're actually cackling

It's just so... ethereal to him

And shinso says without hesitation

"This is why I love you."

And it was history ever since💕

BEE FJFIEKWKWKSODKSKWE

You didn’t have to do that!!! Not at all omg I’m just 🥺🥺🥺 I needed so see that!!

The long since graduated big three like to get together every now and then to hang out and relax. Despite them all being in relationships, they all love spending time with just the three of them. Neijire suggested they do a drinking game with the movie they’re watching.

Mirio is known to be a lightweight so halfway through the movie, right at a critical part of a love scene, he’s pretty wasted. Tamaki had already called you to come get him to take him home and you were there in a flash. The blond in question hadn’t heard you come in as he was wailing over the scene in front him.

“This right here? This right here is just, just like my sunshine. Tama, I just, have you ever looked at someone and just known? Tha-that’s how I feel about (Y/n). I love them so much. I might even cry. Like I wanna save a million more people just for them. And just-“

A few drunk tears escape him as he cries over how much he loves you, unaware that you heard every word and vow to tell him when he’s more sober. You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. You whisper in his ear while he rambles on.

“I love you too, my hero.”

Elle’s Wine Night; send a selfship!

#bee 🐝 #stop you’re too sweet you didn’t have to #mirio x reader #mirio x y/n #elle’s wine night #elle does a tag game

[w3keuppearl]

Don’t listen to anyone who’s saying bad stuff about you! If you wanna self ship with Wattson you do that! I’m shipping myself with a robot so if anything that should be questioned more! Be you! Don’t let others tell you who you should be! If you like a certain gender then that’s fine! It’s your life! Others can only have their opinion on it! It’s you who decides where you’re going! You are valid and so is your selfship!

thank you this is so??? kind??? im like gona cri kshdhb thank u really!!! also yes you go with that robot selfship its valid as hecc 🥺

#renee rambling #this is wholesome #thank u really!!!!

[no-d4y-but-tod4y]

Perfume, This night has opened my eyes, and moonlight densetsu for “selfship asks inspired by my favorite songs”

perfume: have you and your f/o ever been on a quest or adventure of some sort? 

Uh...not really, I guess? Unless you count clothes shopping. Frank takes that very seriously 😋

this night has opened my eyes: tell me about an unforgettable night with your f/o. 

Heh.

I mean. Obviously THAT one but imma go for the night we really confessed our feelings for each other. We’d been seeing each other a little more seriously for about a month, complete with Kissing and Touching and going on Dates. And one night we were laying in Frank’s bed just cuddling and out of nowhere he asked if I loved him. And from there it spiralled into a really profound and in-depth conversation. We stayed up all night and we talked and laughed but we also cried as well. A plethora of emotions. It felt really cathartic, and the next morning I had the most exciting feeling, the one everyone kept telling me about but I’d accepted I was never gonna have. Until then I didn’t think love and romance applied to me. I resigned myself to the fact that there was something wrong with me, or maybe I didn’t deserve such partnership. But Frankie kicked my door down and proved me wrong.

moonlight densetsu: do you and your f/o believe you’re soulmates, or some equivalent? do you believe something brought you together?

I didn’t, until recently. I’m not intelligent enough to dismiss the idea of soulmates (because in order to disprove that you’d have to know everything) but I thought even if soulmates do exist I’m obviously not going to have one. But then Frank came on the scene. I’ve said this a lot here but he gives me the feelings everyone says I’m supposed to have. When you wanna be with someone all the time and you won’t get bored of them because it’s a different kind of love and how it feels to alone with someone you really ‘like’. And I guess I have to believe that if I feel something so unheard of so strongly there has to be a reason for it. I have to believe he’s there somewhere. If nothing else but for my own sanity.

Thank you for these! 😘

#asked and answered #my favourite obsession #self ship ask #self ship #self shipping community #f/o #f/o asks #f/o ask game

[noobselfship]

Sickness

Tagging @virus-selfship​ 

Summary: Basically, some fluffy Din and Sophia content. (Edited the Blurb I posted earlier!)

The soft sounds of footsteps on the metallic floor of the Razor Crest made Din turn to look at the door leading into the cockpit. He was making final preparations for him and his adopted children to leave, but something about the small girl in the doorway made him tense. 

She was pale, almost deathly so, with a questionable stain on the front of her pajama shirt. She was teary-eyed and exhausted, and it wasn’t too much of a surprise when she sniffled and swallowed another gag. “I don’t feel good, Papa,” she whimpered and he turned his chair to face her fully, taking off one of his leather gloves. 

“Come here,” he said, gently, holding out his gloved hand to her. She came closer and gripped it tightly, leaning into his cool touch on her overheated cheeks and foreheads. “A fever,” he told himself quietly. He examined her shirt and looked at her, brushing back sweat-soaked hair off of her forehead. “Did you throw up?” 

She nodded and her shoulders jumped up as she coughed again, as though she was about to do it again. He gently picked her up by her armpits, carefully climbing the ladder down and setting her near the vac tube, pulling back strands of brown hair as the young girl lost whatever remained of last night's dinner and cried. “It’s ok, it’s ok...” he said, trying to keep calm. He had no experience with sick children, much less children in his own care. He allowed her to finish, then lean back against him. 

“We need a doctor...” 

“You’re not gonna leave me, are you?” came a quiet voice, one that almost didn’t match the loud kid he’d grown so close too. 

“What?” he asked, and he heard Sophia whimper through a sore throat. 

“You’re not gonna leave me with a doctor, right? I don’t wanna be alone. I don’t wanna be in trouble. I-” 

“Hey, hey, hey...” Din said, calmly, interrupting her spool of words. “What do you mean, be in trouble?” 

“The doctor used to say my mama left because I got sick,” she said. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” 

Din barely managed to hide an angry noise, and pressed his forehead to her hair, closing his eyes. “Don’t worry, kid. You’re not in trouble, and there is no way I’m leaving you.” 

#familial f/o: din djarin #s/i: sophia #self shipping community #self ship

[bulle-blackhole]

and since u now given me your blessing french fry, how about you with both of my big eyebrow boys Berry and Pass? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

damn you, you big hecking baby :pensive_cowboy: ily but i sweat you just wanna see me perish :’0

Who’s the cuddler : well, we know both of your boys are huge cuddlers- i’m a big one too. honestly the number of time we’re glued together during the day is huge- tho with my problems with touching i also am the one with a huge need for space sometimes so i’m on third position. we both know the boys are glue sticks tho- but like you told me pass is more prone to be able to chill for awhile so he’s the biggest cuddle bug rip 

Who makes the bed : me somehow- surprising i know :( well, i’m pretty much the last one up- pass gets up for the day tm adventures and all, and berry is this early bird (how dare he) leaving me sleeping in or sleeping through my alarms like always. i like having a “neat” bed, so i always kinda put the blankets half back correctly. 

Who wakes up first : well, like you told me, berry is more prone to wake first so high chances him or pass if he didn’t went to bed too late. also high chances i wake up super early too tho, depending on the day and my bed time- but i just go back to sleep so it doesn’t really count

Who has the weird taste in music : high chances third edition tm that the boys and me get into a competition of who can get the weirdest playlist on their phones. it’s just a mess. everybody’s screaming. it’s hell. memes and serious songs are mixed. add music that isn’t music, and music that’s oddly music. nobody knows anymore. also i’m probably oblivious to the unspoken competition- i just like downloading what i like and i’m a blind baby 

Who is more protective : okay, listen. we’d all protect one another at the drop of the hat obviously, like duh, be it in our own ways yaknow, and berry can get a little jealous and stuff while pass is more on the chill side- that’s fine ! but me. i’m definitely more prone to be the one feeling like that- however it’s more instincts and less how i realy wanna feel/my morals so i just act like pass, and bottle up my instinctive feelings instead

Who sings in the shower : we all do what are you expecting, we’re nerds thanks. we just might join each other in singing concerts through the walls. i can’t say much more- it was getting mushy soft and it’s flustering- i just like sitting in front of the door and listening to them sometimes ‘s all.

Who cries during movies : i’m a crybaby okay. i’m a very emotional baby who sometimes cries when thinking about their friends or characters they like- pass doesn’t really cry at movies and for berry, it’d need to be an exceptionaly really rollercoaster feeling kinda movie. that just means more cuddles to comfort me tho so hey it’s a win-win ;)

Who spends the most while out shopping : pass; what with boney being a diva and his bombs and experiences with fires and explosions, there’s quite the money to spend there. as you told me, berry does spend some money too on stuff as well, but not nearly as much (i don’t think prank objects are as expensive as gun powder somehow pff). and i’m a big impulsive buyer- like a dragon if you will- but too much used to having to keep an eye on the money to spend a lot of it.

Who kisses more roughly : berry man, he’s a passionate nerd- just like pass is just as well tho ! but he’s a lil bit more chill at times it seems like. who would have thought the excited pirate that gets into trouble every two seconds would be the chillest one between the two ? well me because maybe he does needs some more chill feels:tm: with all that. as for me i’m just a soft baby man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Who is more dominate : santa

My rating of the ship from 1-10 : i mean how do i rate a selfship please common TT oof but i guess a 10/10 because um hi yes please big eyebrows babs thaNKS. i guess on the more fictive what if world, it’s a ship that would work- i might be able to get them to be more chill and grounded at times and they’d help get me outta my shell more- some sort of nice balance ya know ? 

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[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

I Miss You (Inktober Day 2 - Tranquil)

Title: I Miss You

Word Count: 2,183

Warnings: Okay so this is my first actual angst story when it comes to selfshipping! So this time the warnings are legit! So there are mention/implications of death and a second of self-deprecation. But other than that I believe we’re good! AND THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING!!! (Message me if you’d like anything else tagged)

Ship: ((CAN YOU GUESS??)) The Storyteller and her Shield (Gladio x Myself)

Summary: (So I’m participating in Inktober and today’s prompt is Tranquil and what’s more tranquil than peace of mind!) So it’s been about a month since my unexpected and unknown passing. Though since I haven’t been laid to rest I decide to check in on someone I hold dear. I’m honestly surprised by what I find.

Smoky charcoal clouds passed through the sky covering any stray ray of moonlight that tried to shine down on the streets below. The lack of light would have been a problem for the single soul who dared to be out this late, had it not been for the flood of flickering orange street lamps that were littered throughout the neighborhood. If anyone else was insane enough to be out this late, the sight of the one hooded figure with their back to the street would have been eerie enough. It truly appeared like a scene from any modern day horror movie. But this was the real world, and surely demons and nighttime monsters didn't exist. The figure covered by the washed-one-too-many-times hoodie was just someone who had trouble getting to sleep and thought a little nature might help. But if someone were to stumble upon this sleepless soul, they wouldn't be able to help but wonder what the other was looking at so intently in the pitch black. That is until they listened to the sound of rushing water that came from the flooded stream beneath them. The sound of the burbling brook seemed to have the power of putting anyone at ease, which made it one of the hidden gems of the neighborhood.

Tranquility finally set itself into the aching hole of the blue hooded figure, a hum of content filling the otherwise silent air. Though quiet is something that rarely remains in the town that this silhouette called home and soon enough tiny patters of water droplets diving from the sky and onto anything in the world below filled this silence. The sounds of rain crashing into several surfaces of the sidewalk, stream, street lights, and leaves were almost like a melody to the figure. But as much as the lone soul loved any form of song, the hatred of being soaked outweighed it in every regard. So much so that they felt the need to vocalize their disdain to the sleeping world,

"Oh come on, can't one day go by where it doesn't rain?" Anyone could practically hear the eye-roll the figure was making as they continued, looking to the sky. "I guess that's your way of telling me to get my butt to bed, huh Mother Nature?"

As the figure continued to send glares to the heavens above, the hood fell off the figure's head, revealing a messy strawberry pink ponytail and a pale face, that of a young woman. At this she groaned once more, rubbing her cheeks before beginning to fumble with the difficult behaving hood. When the hood covered her head once more, it now only covered the back side of her head since it had caught on their ponytail leaving her face easy to see. Knowing that this was the best she was going to get, hands of ivory dropped to her sides before slamming themselves into the hoodie's pockets, trying to get dry and warm. Beginning the journey in the opposite direction of the place they now called home, the sleepless soul made her way towards the home of her partner, Gladio.

Surely he won't mind if I spend the night. It's so much warmer at his house than it is at mine! As she thought of where she'd soon be, a sad laugh drowned out the drowning rain. He probably won't even notice I'm there. Though I do wanna make sure that he at least got to sleep, it has been rough on them this past month... The teal hood nearly fell off her head once again when she shook it in an attempt to get rid of the thought. She knew thinking like that would only confuse her and be of no help to anyone, so it was best not to mull it over.

Rounding various corners and trudging through the orange lights that flickered when the girl who was getting damper by the second approached, she listened the quiet of the night. Another pit settled inside her as they thought back to the noticeable thumping that her boots usually made, so she began trying to listen for that over all the other quiet ambiance. Yet no matter how hard she tried, all she heard was the pittering of the rain. It was unsettling in a way, but she'd get used to it all soon. She had to since it seemed like the situation they were in wasn't going to change any time soon. So again, it was better not to think about it. 

The rest of the walk was almost like the girl had set herself on autopilot, focusing on nothing but the movement of her feet and ground under them. Tired eyes only lighting up when the roof of the oh-so-familiar home was in sight. The scarlet hue of the street lamps making the ebony color of her eyes that much brighter. Grounded footsteps picking up their pace to a light sprint, which only halted when they stood on the expansive oak porch and in front of a sliding glass door.

The girl turned her head both ways, scanning for any other potential intruder. Once they were sure no one else was around, she bent down and picked up an inconspicuous grey rock that laid beside the outer frame of the door. Flipping it over into their other hand dark eyes scanned over the crudely etched "G + R" along with a small doodle of a heart next to the letters on the bottom of the rock. The drawing was so small that if she hadn't been the one who had drawn it, she wondered if she would have even noticed it. When she questioned it, she began to question what her partner thought of it, if he noticed it at all. Nevertheless, the small sketch made her lips curve upwards while she continued to think. The girl was only pulled from her thoughts when a particularly large raindrop fell on her head. Her nose scrunched before she stepped closer to the door to step out of the rain. She then twisted the bottom of the rock, revealing the key to the back door

“Ah, the special key to my special entrance.” She held back a giggle while reflecting on the memory of when Gladio had shown her this key. How he told her that she could use it whenever she needed to, even when he wasn’t there. It was such a sweet gesture, one that helped the girl in more ways than she could ever express. For a moment one question came to mind, but it vanished quickly since there was no point in questioning something that couldn’t be changed.

Fitting the key into the lock after a few misses, the girl unlocked the door and stepped inside. The everlasting chill was lightened ever so slightly when the door closed behind her. She wandered inside, placing the secret key in its container and on to a nearby bookshelf. Although the house was darker than it was outside due to the lack of light, the girl made her way around just fine thanks to her prior knowledge. 

This is just a quick check-in and then maybe I can get some shut-eye as well. Remember that! The girl reminded herself repeatedly since the last thing she wanted was to disturb her partner and any company he may be keeping.

The floorboards seemed to creak with every few steps she took, making her recoil back in her own horror. They had never done this before, but all the girl could say to justify it was that times were different now. Although, that didn’t stop her from at least wincing with every sudden noise. After failing miserably at her self-given mission of being stealthy, the girl finally made it to her destination, Gladio’s room.

She twisted the door open, expecting to see a fully occupied bed, but what she saw broke her heart even more. Gladio laid in his bed, alone. Clutching for dear life, a bear that the girl recognized as her favorite that she used to own. Looking closer she took notice that his cheeks were... tearstained?  Bringing a hand up to her lips and clasping it over her mouth, she held back her own tears. There was no way that he could still be this upset after this much time. Not because of her. No one should be. In her own eyes, she wasn’t worth it.  Yet here was the cold hard truth laid before her. She wanted to go to his side and wipe away the tears, comfort him! But she couldn’t, she’d cause more harm than good, right? She just used both hands to hold back her cries and shook her head, trying to avert her gaze. But any resistance the girl had broke when Gladio called out her name. Something that the young lady nearly didn’t recognize from not hearing for so long.

The young woman hurriedly made her way to her partner’s side, sitting on the edge of the bed to wipe away his tears. She never wanted her partner to suffer, not because of her. Not knowing whether or not he would be able to even hear her, she placed her hand over his lightly grasping it.

“It’s okay sweetie, I’m here,” She tried to soothe, rubbing her thumb along the side of his hand. “I’m here.”

She saw Gladio reach out for her, and the young lady had to shut her eyes so hard that her head started to hurt. All so she wouldn’t break down crying. 

“I miss... you,” Gladio confessed, his voice a mix between a mutter and sleepy groan.

Another quiet wince left the girl’s lips. “I miss you too, hon. So, so much. But hey, I’m no longer in pain, so that’s a positive.” The girl whispered,  mustering up a positive attitude. “But I am so sorry if I caused you any pain! I never thought that I...” She paused trying to keep her composure, “That I meant that much to you. I do know that you’re really strong and you’ll make it through this. And even if I can’t do much, I’ll do my best to help you! You’re going to be just fine, I know you will. But still take all the time you need, that’s what’s important.” A glance at the clock that sat on the nightstand reminded her of the time, 4:47 in the morning. She should be going soon, after all, it would be rude if she wasn’t prepared for her final big day.

Letting go of Gladio’s hand, the young lady let it fall to the bed as she stood from the bed. She turned around, leaning against the bed to place a butterfly kiss on her partner’s forehead. “I don’t know if you’re even hearing any of my thoughts but I just really want you to know that I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused but I love you more than I can ever say.” She then leaned back, taking one last look at the sleeping brunet who she had held so dear. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Gladio woke up just moments later with chills running through his upper body. Despite the intensity, they were oddly soothing, though, by the time he could realize where he was or what they might be, the strawberry-haired lady had already vanished. Even though the dark sky held such devastation the night before, as amber eyes gazed out towards it now, for some reason Gladio felt as though things would begin to feel okay...

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"And that's the ending!" The young lady beamed while closing the document she was reading from. Ebony eyes looked around at their audience expectant for any responses. "Well, what do ya' think? It's not my magnum opus or anything, but I did just spend ten hours straight writing this, so please give me some credit." The young lady was about to crash her head into the table mat below, but mere centimeters away she felt a hand tug at the back of her collar. "Thanks, babe." 

Gladio gave a content hum of acknowledgment while lowering his girlfriend onto the table to where she rested her head.

"I kept tellin' ya when you kept askin' me for opinions, you did good. But I think you broke Prompto."

The lady author lifted her head to see where her usually upbeat friend sat quietly. "You're not gonna die, are you?" He asked, with his voice being only a whimper.

Gladio tried to hold back a snort as he watched his girlfriend practically leap out of her chair and begin freaking out in an attempt to calm down her friend.

"YOU ARE NOT HELPING!" The bright strawberry shot at her boyfriend, who just stood marveling at her actions...

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