#i hope i didnt stop someone from being something awesome

[howlingday]

Scarlet Knight, Velvet has a crush on Jaune however finds herself unable to say it outloud to him. One day their paired up for a match and while jaune didnt mean any offense sees this as an easy match...angering her that she beats him in combat however when she realizes the boy she loves is under him she faints making them both lose, in the infirmary she confesses her feelings.

"Next match," Professor Goodwitch called from the ring, "Jaune Arc of Team JNPR will spar, unarmed, against Velvet Scarlatina of Team CFVY."

"Good luck, Jaune. ...Ow." Ruby winced as his fellow team leader returned from the previous match against Cardin. He got one lucky shot in and dropped her aura hard.

"Thanks." Jaune gulped, stepping down to the locker room, ready to get changed.

Velvet may have been smaller than Cardin, but she was also ahead by one year. She probably had some super awesome moves from being the best team of last year. For her, this match would be a piece of cake.

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Velvet's heart thundered in her chest. She was straight up freaking out! Full-on panic mode! Why did she agree to participate with the first years?!

Oh, wait! She didn't! Coco signed her up, in a sick attempt at playing matchmaker. Stupid, fashionable, devious Coco! She knew Velvet had a crush on Jaune ever since he helped stop Cardin from bullying her. She didn't know the full details, but she knew he was a major factor in stopping the brute and his gang.

Now here she was, arming out to go all out, toe-to-toe with the boy her near-exploding heart had been set on. Should she go easy on him, or would he think she was too weak? If she went all out, would he be intimidated by her? One wrong move, and her love life would end before it could begin!

She shook her head and took a deep breath. There was nothing she could do now. Everything had been set in stone. She was going to go out into the arena and get face-to-face with the boy she had been thinking about for the past three weeks, three days, twelve hours, and seven minutes.

She just hoped she didn't cry before the end of this.

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Jaune watched as Velvet approached, her camera attached to her side, on her belt. The girl was usually a timid sort, but being in her combat gear must have had an effect in her. In fact, she looked so ready to fight, her face reddened at the fight before it began. He was so nervous!

It was times like this when he had to say something to make things easier for him. Something to break the ice and calm his frayed nerves. He tried with Cardin, both out of class and, albeit at the start of the school year, in class.

"I'm, uh, actually glad we're sparring today." Jaune said.

"Really?" Velvet's ears perked up straight. "Why is that, Jaune?"

"Well, I was tired of getting thrashed around by someone as big as Cardin, so-"

"So you think this is going to be easier?" She smiled widely, though it made her look a little awkward.

"W-Well, no, not really." Jaune gulped. "It's just, he's a big, beefy guy, and-"

"And I'm a weak, little girl. Is that it?"

"Begin!" Professor Goodwitch announced.

"No, I'm just saying saying that takes me down in one swing, and you-" Jaune blinked and her knee was moving at 100 miles a minute. He cursed himself and his big mouth.

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Velvet was furious! He has the gall to call her weak after everything she's been through? The bullying from Team CRDL? The sexual harassment from her supposed peers? The haunting failure on her mission to Lower Cairn?

She was done being the weak, little bunny. Now she was going to show everyone how strong she really is! Launching herself like a missile, her right knee leading, she crashed directly into Jaune's face. He fell backward, reaching for his nose.

Velvet pinned his wrist with her right, and his opposite forearm with her left. She smashed her left shin into his chest, knocking the wind out of him. Her free hand clenched into a fist and jabbed his pretty face three times. She rolled backwards into a combat stance, hopping on her heels, the balls of her feet touching the ground.

"Get up!" She barked. "Get up and take it like Cardin would!"

Meanwhile, Cardin tugged at his collar in the bleachers. Everyone stared, though a few glared, directly at the tall student. He let out a weak chuckle, excusing himself to the restroom. Professor Goodwitch waved him off, her eyes on the match. He bolted through the doors.

"Fine!" Velvet shouted. "I'll just come over there and make you stand up!" She stomped towards him, fury in her eyes, but tripped just before reaching him and fell on top of him. Her senses soon returned and she was staring face-to-face with Jaune, whose black eye had healed perfectly.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked at him. His face was radiant, like looking into the most beautiful light. Like staring into the face of an angel, she could not bare to behold him for very long.

Everything went black, and she fell forward.

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Velvet awoke in the infirmary. Wearily, she blinked the tiredness from her eyes. It was dark, and the only light was the glow of the shattered moon from outside. But it was enough light for her eyes to adjust and see Jaune, sleeping next to her in the other bed. He looked so peaceful, and it made her heart flutter.

"Jaune," she sighed, "I am so very sorry about today. I took what you said to personally, and I, well, I lost my temper. The truth is I didn't want to fight you because..." Velvet then swallowed the dry lump in her throat. It was now or never. "It was because I really like you. I don't really know why myself, but when I think about you, I suddenly feel very happy, and I want to share that happiness with you." Velvet sighed. "But there's no point now. You're probably more scared of me than Cardin, and I can't blame you. I did beat the tar out of you, and-"

Velvet heard a snicker from his bed. She looked closer. He was smiling at her, one eye open. She felt heat rush to her face.

"Sorry, sorry." Jaune whispered. "I didn't mean to interrupt. What was it you were saying about beating me up?"

#rwby #velvet scarlatina #velvet knight #scarlet knight #velveteen knight #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #ruby rose #cardin winchester

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey, first of all I wanted to say that I love your fic recs as someone who is just now getting back into the fandom, they've been awesome and I cannot tell you how helpful they have been in fueling my hyperfixating soul

Second, I'm looking for a fic that I haven't been able to find. I don't remember much, but I remember it was explicit, and essentially John was like "yeah okay we together let's fuck" and sherlock being all sure that john was only doing it bc he was having a dry spell with women. The only other thing I remember was one time they were together (I think maybe they had been in public but I'm not sure) and john went "wait wtf did you think was happening??" and Sherlock responded with "I was just trying to make sure you didnt stop shagging me!"

Thanks for the help, and if you cant it, thanks for existing :) you're awesome

Hi Nonny!

First of all, thank you so much for you kind words!!! It makes me feel so happy when people find enjoyment from MY hyperfixation, hahahahah!

Secondly, I THINK this fic you're looking for is one of these:

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

A Chemical Defect Found (On the Losing Side Remix) by AreteArt (M, 7,978 w., 1 Ch. || First Time / Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Pining, Anal / Oral Sex, Frottage) – A remix of missselene's "On the Losing Side." After Mary's death, John moves back into Baker Street. He and Sherlock stumble into a relationship, or something of that sort. Sherlock's rather giving when it comes to sex, but that doesn't mean he and John ever talk about it. (TO READ)

On the Losing Side by missselene (E, 8,210 w., 1 Ch. || Anal / Oral, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Mild Dub Con / Drunk John) – After Mary's death, John moves back into Baker Street, but is still upset at the loss of his wife and child. Eventually, he and Sherlock stumble into a sort of relationship, but it's more physical than anything and they don't talk about it. They especially don't talk during sex. If they are going to have sex, Sherlock notices the signs hours beforehand, and he prepares carefully. The lights are off, they're under the covers, he prepares himself using lots of lube so he can make it feel as much like a woman as he can, and he doesn't let himself make any noise so that, if John wishes, he can pretend that he's still with Mary.

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If someone thinks it's something else, please let me know!!

I hope one of these are it!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #found fics #do they know they're in a relationship #idiots in love

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

Hi there, ive just seen your post about tagging superstition posts (reblog or else it means you must believe this thing, or reblog or this will happen kind of posts) and i hope its alright i have a few questions about that topic, you absolutely do not have to answer if you dont want to though!

Firstly, im sorry to hear that you feel compelled to reblog even when you dont actually want to, i can see how that would be annoying and ive never considered the ocd side of it before like that. I dont have ocd myself, i used to feel a need to reblog some of those posts but not all but i definitely see how the language can be more guilting or persuasive for someone with ocd

My questions are this: i personally view those posts as the tumblr version of chainmail, obviously stupid and just written by the poster to try and get as many shares as possible. What makes it harder for you to seperate the knowledge that if you dont reblog nothing will happen and its just a silly internet post and that its just a scare tactic for more shares, from the feelings of guilt or shame or whatever that makes you feel the need to reblog? What is it about the language thats used in them that can make it harder for you to distinguish logically "this post is dumb written by an internet idiot and means nothing realistically" and "this bad thing will happen to me or be true about me if i dont engage with this post"?

I also wanted to ask, the thing that stopped me feeling bad about some of the times i personally didnt reblog that stuff was an old post that was something along the lines of "this is the dog of protection, you are safe from all of those 'reblog or this' posts forever and are no longer effected by them". I dont remember the exact post but basically another (logically) silly post that did nothing, but gave me internal permission to not feel so guilty about not reblogging. Do you think posts like that would help for you/others with ocd? It really helped me to realise that its all internet nonsense and when i do stumble across a 'reblog or this' type post and feel bad for a moment about not reblogging, i remember the dog post and go 'oh thats right. It does not matter even one bit and isnt even true or real.' and helps me not feel so bad. Im not trying to suggest this as a cure for the guilt of those posts im just wondering if something like that in your opinion would sort of 'unlock' a part of your brain that doesnt care if you dont reblog, and make you feel ok with not reblogging?

Sorry this is very wordy and long, and im sorry too if this is too private of a question for you, as i said you absolutely do not have to answer if you dont want to or dont have the energy to. Ive just never considered the ocd aspect to those type of posts and how they could be recieved but your post about it was very interesting to think about!

Have an awesome day whether you answer this or not i hope something good happens to you today 😊

to answer your first question, a lot of the time there is no logical reasoning behind it for my, it becomes a compulsion. like if i try to scroll past it or anything of the sort, it's like my mind will be convinced that whatever the thing is threatening might actually happen, so i have to reblog it before my family gets cursed/everyone stops being my friend/i lose my chance to be lucky/etc. like i think for a neurotypical person or a person without ocd it may be easy to take a step back and think of it that way, and if you can that's great, but for someone like me it is very hard to rationalize that and even if i could that wouldn't necessarily stop the compulsion

and as for the dog of protection idea, while yet again that could probably work for some it to me is just a) another form of reblog bait that i will end up feeling bad about and also b) something i will probably forget realistically. like i have adhd and i cannot always remember that i have protective things or whatever

so yeah, hope that answered your questions!

#asks answered

[tojikai]

After getting through Ch3 (THANK YOU), thoughts:

Soo Gojo is a selfish dumbass but it seems that he has been steered by Rie this whole time with every decision HE has made regarding how he treats YN after their break up. The clown knows he is in the wrong too, but does it anyway, not giving a shit about whether he hurts YN since.

I feel as if, Rie returning to the city and going after GoHo was preplanned. Obvs she wouldve been kept upto date through friends about his life and I bet that hearing he had a long term girlfriend that he loved killed her because when they were younger, clearly she “loved” him but he wasnt going to commit. So maybe thats why she is soooo obsessed with YN. She wants to know what it is about YN that could have made Gojo settle down. Im wondering if at that party they had for Rie, she probably kept dropping hints and bringing up past shit to Gojo, knowing exactly what to say.

He is not a victim of course. He is finally having a wake up call as to how much YN actually meant to him and I bet Rie is seeing this and so thats why she is always clinging to him like a shitstain. She believes that if she lets him out of her sight for one second around YN, he will try to get back with her instead. I bet at the bday party, she could see how Gojo kept staring at YN and decided to go talk to her to tell her they kissed. She also clearly decided to be overly dramatic.

I have a feeling that YN will not get back with Satoru because I think she has realized that he could never have matched her love. She isnt mad of course which continues to blow Satoru’s stupid mind. At no point has she ever thought that there was any hope that he would change his mind to get back with her and she, unlike Rie, strikes me as someone who wouldnt even try to play games because her love for Satoru is “pure”.

ALSO, when that bish said, “oh I didnt think it was that serious..” regarding YN. ARE YOU SERIOUS?? ugh, I hate this bish so much.

Thank you for being such an awesome writer and fleshing this Hoe out. Im sooo excited for the next part and my heart as stopped from that cliffhanger. 🥹🥹🥹🥹. You are the best!

ooooh wait that's a good take about rie hmmm im keeping an eye on that 👁️ also you are very right, yn's love for satoru is so pure 🥺 and to see her still look at him with no traces of anger really stirs something inside him :>

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

[average-tennis-ball-enthusiast]

recent happenings

tw: rant

so i just kinda realized something huge about what's been happening in my life. i was in a group at my school with 7 or 8 people, most of whom in the same grade as me. and throughout the latter part of 2021 through basically all of 2022, i was friends with them, and would do things with them. after i built up my trust with them, i would start hanging out with them outside school, and we all had a good time. now here's the thing: most of them are neurotypical. which meant, as an asexual nd cisgender guy, i never really got some of what they would do. but i would do my best to listen and to understand. everything was all good and dandy until around mid-to-late october. now granted, i was in a bit of a downward mental health spiral then, considering a handful of hard things happening then, but i would reach out to them and offer to take them places, and they would accept, right? i took a group of myself and 3 others to mcdonald's, and paid for everyone (which was about $23), and i didn't get much in return. i let it go because it was my treat. i took one of them to wendy's to get food because he was hungry before band practice, didn't get ANYTHING back. i also took him to walmart, stopping at dutch bros along the way, my treat. only paid for my drink because thankfully dutch bros is awesome and makes drinks for both people if only one can pay, and only makes them pay for the one drink. but at the same time, i was using my own car, my own gas, and my own money to do these things. i wanted to wait to tell the entire group that i was beginning to expect some form of compensation in return, but i felt like that time never came. i mentioned it to the same dude i took to walmart and wendy's and mcdonald's, and i'm like 98% sure that he told the rest of the group WITHOUT letting me know, and there it began. people would start picking at me, mostly those associated with the same guy i told, for a variety of things. first i'm venting without warning into the group chat (which is understandable, it can't always be dealt with), but meanwhile someone else is doing SCOT-FREE. then i'm told i can't make gay jokes around them (even though previously they appeared fine with it, and joked along with me). THEN i'm told i'm just being disrespectful, because i felt like i've just had to walk on eggshells around them because i didnt want to set them off again. then one of them had the absolute AUDACITY TO SAY THAT I DONT CARE. AFTER I ASKED THEM FOR SUPPORT, BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF LOSING THE OTHERS' TRUST. at that point, i lost my trust in 2 of those folks, and things appeared to carry on as normal with everything else. then, new years eve, the final straw for me. about 9pm that time, it was time for the bereal, where everyone would show what they were doing. 2 of them posted AT THE EXACT SAME HOUSE OF ONE OF MY OTHER FRIENDS, AND THEY WERE HANGING OUT WITH SEVERAL OTHERS IN THE GROUP, AND DID NOT TELL ME ANYTHING. i had always had a feeling since they first started picking on me that they were conspiring against me, someway somehow. that the final fucking straw. i just up and decided to leave the group a couple days later. i no longer trusted them. i had been complacent with their shitty behavior for far too long. there was nothing left for me to salvage out of it. now it's been a week since i left the group chat, and nobody has said anything. from the glimpses of them sitting together at lunch, they seem to be carrying on just fine without me. and frankly, i couldn't give a shit anymore. part of me still wants to remain optimistic that someone would own up and apologize or at least say something, but honestly i'm losing hope of that too. i pieced it all together, and i concluded that i have been manipulated, used, and made to believe i'm a bad friend. i've wanted to just lash out at them in anger for everything, but i won't, despite me wanting to so fucking bad. i want retribution for what i've had to go through. and now i'm in the process of trying to find another group, and i really don't want to trust people anymore. it's just too tiring.

#drama #people suck holy fuck #and im so tired of this shit #why cant i just find the right people #damn #this has been going on for the past 3 months and im so tired

[rubyatarah]

Rant // TW for car accident, feeling down, minor injury,

excessive whining, vlogbrothers youtube video reference, beautiful old tacoma met its untimely end and i’m being ridiculous, should just be grateful everyone was alright but thats not enough i must ruminate all night even though sleep would be very good

i am sad and upset because someone not paying attention totaled my truck that i was very attached to and now my independence feels like its been stolen from me but i feel bad for being upset because the person who pulled out in front of me was very stressed and they didnt mean to hurt anybody. not sure if their rear driver side door ripped off when they rolled or when i hit them but their dog ran away scared and it took a whole group of folks half an hour to find it. kind people passing by stopped to help, an old high school friend came and gave me a hug, my ex boyfriend up the rode came to pick me up, it was all so hopeful. a sad day and a very reassuring one. but it seems i’d only just forgotten about old wounds that made me terrified of driving or being in a car and now i think they’re back for some more torment. this is so cute for me. just being dramatic because everyone is okay. my foot is hurt from braking before smashing my front end in and being trapped there but mostly i’m actually mourning in earnest the loss of my dearest most reliable and nonjudgemental friend, a white 2001 toyota tacoma. extended cab. with a winch and an arb bumper and a matching canopy and stupidly big tires for such a little truck. haha still laugh about that and not be sad soon hopefully. little things break my happiness and that is a personal failure sure but my happiness is still broken and no one can take that away from me. jokes aside im suicidal lol and survivor’s guilt over a vehicle you accidentally personified that’s 1 year older than you is not something they tell you about in high school health class. can you tell it was my first? worked 6 days a week for a year at the closest full service restaurant i could ride my bike to to save up enough for such a beautiful thing and it took just about 3000000000 times shorter of an amount of time for it to all be over. i always felt a little sad when i put a sticker on the topper window in case it didnt live on forever with the truck. dang it dude. makes me think of when hank green said something like: “its much more difficult to build than it is to destroy,” but thats not what thats supposed to mean i dont think. anyway was that him or somebody else and he was quoting them? sorry if i love hank and john. i don’t have a dad ok let me have this one thing! ok its just that i couldn’t escape when i was dealing with a lot of not awesomeness at home or otherwise before i had the ability to drive myself wherever i needed to be and now that’s over for a bit and its not a good time of year to do that. alaska is very cold in the winter and my mountain bike does not suffice in the snow and ice. also fat biking sounds miserable no offense fat bikers you are valid. also south central alaska is not a very walking friendly place! also also, i just love that truck like a person. so stupid that i couldnt protect it and give it the long happy life it was entitled to. it has been in my very dramatic opinion the only stability i have had ever had and it’s comforting that i made that happen for myself but just as opposite of comforting that someone could unintentionally just take that away in the span of some seconds. hope none of you read this and hope youre all well and wearing your seatbelts always. <3 love and hugs. not sure if adding the pictures is a good idea or not since i know anything i see about a car accident makes me sick and i dont want any of you to feel the same❤️ :/ if you have questions or want to see pictures dms are open 🦦

#any happy things or warm advice welcome #i love you #please wear your seatbelts always. #and buy a fire extinguisher if you dont already have one #keep a spare around just in case! #that reminds me carry bear spray when its recommended too! #alaska is actually weirdly scary a little boy got mauled last week in my town #baby’s first car accident

[crazygaysex]

i do wish i didnt like bo burnham as much as i do like i wish id idnt unironically enjoy his music i wouldnt recommend it but i do enjoy it.. i dont know why i like the stuff i do i think with him even if he’s pretentious or annoying or whatever people say i just connect with the ideas he’s been conveying sicne high school so much.. he isn’t exactly my humor anymore and the last special wasn’t very funny (my very favorite though is him stuck in the loop of commentating on himself it’s awesome) but i think it is really insightful and i think he’s a smart guy, he isn’t saying anything so crazy or profound but it’s very human and relatable universally i would think even if you don’t enjoy it, ideas of performance and unreality and existential the horrors of technology and living and creating, depressive tendencies crippling loneliness a horrified vonnegut-esque detachment from glimpsing the hopelessness of the state of things tempted to apathy but begging for something else, you know like he isn’t saying anything nobody else has ever felt and i think i’m attached to anybody pointing out these things saying hey look aren’t you in despair too aren’t we all? and i connect with that cause when you’re depressed you feel so all alone. and it can feel like the beginnings of hope to know everyone else is thinking the same things too, that you’re not special

it’s pretty silly to revisit my high school hyperfixations so much this year. especially since attemppting sobriety however i am remembering junior year me, the last time i was depressed yet sober, the time before i ever touched any substances. i dont think drugs are evil and i know i can have a better relationship with them once i stop viewing them as the only thing in the world that can make my life feel worthwhile.

but anyhow i listened to bo burnham a lot in high school around that time. when i was starting to get a bit depressed that year and fall behind in school i would stay up late a lot for fun and because i was procrastinating doing schoolwork setting timers every ten minutes to nap and ending up falling asleep sometiems and sneaking redbulls in occasionally.. staying up all night was exhilirating enough for me, and so was lying on my back listening to because the internet real loud when no one else was home, that was like getting high before drugs..

thus revisitng because the internet is satisfying for almost teh same reasons, but far more religious than inside. and i would say that’s because although it’s muddy, because the internet offers something much more hopeful, goes beyond the apathy and existential depression and into ideas of interconnectedness, of becoming god, and similarly donald glover is prophetic and uniquely insightful into the circumstances of technology, like his whole quote of the internet being loike giving a baby a gun. but the interconnectedness, synthesis of existential philosophies, absurdism and buddhism, is everything to me. i wish i could talk to someone else who understands really, wish i could show somebody for real and explain it properly but a lot of it is just abstract and feeling. because the internet is far superior and a more subjectively well-rounded artistic piece, achieves more... donald glover is in general  a superior artist to most creators right now though, despite any of his shortcomings, he is really a renaissance man. 

as for the bti script there’s a lot more depth to be pulled from it as an accompaniment to the album and i love how ambitious it is. depsite this though it is pretty amateur and underwhelming i guess but i still love it. the absurd nature is like a preview of the much more mature and well-rounded, cohesive surrealism he would give us all with atlanta. i hope he doesn’t stop creating in my lifetime even if i’m not sure any of his other albums will have a hold on me quite like BTI does, the others are still exceptional no shit but my God, wish i could really talk to someone about it

[cawziiku]

h ow to get noticed on tumblr??

i could just reenter the dp phandom but i constantly find i dont have a place here; i wanna be involved but i literally cannot draw or write, and i have a horrible sense of humor

also one past mistake that freshman year me did when i first joined fecked everything up so im probably just known as the char critic of the phandom

thats not me anymore, considering it was a dumb post i made 3 years ago at 5 in the morning but i dont like to think its still floating out there somewhere

anyway, if anyone's got suggestions on anything i can post, hmu; im stuck. i can only really ""please"" the instagram algorithm, though most of my posts gain zero traction unless one of my friends/mutuals with a big following promotes me (for whatever reason)

ive known this platform since i was in 4th grade lmao, i was only dedicated to one furby blog that i always went on every other day, so here i am now, trying to actually make content instead of reposting, posting art dumps, reposting, and repeat

now that it comes to mind, i think i might know where to start but it may be a bit too late by now

#danny phantom #phandom #dp #danny phantom phandom #uhh look #to anyone i upsetted those years agi #*ago #im so sorry for that #wasnt my place to tell anyone what to do w their creativity #as someone planning my own series i really do see that now #i really really hope i didnt ruin the fun for anyone #i hope i didnt stop someone from being something awesome #ill leave if anyone wants me to #but other than that #have a great day #fandom #post #no ones gonna see this post anyway so there goes 20 mins of my life smh #for the 2 people looking at my blog #hi #thanks for being here 👉👈 #ily

[imaginewithtearose]

Idk what your character limit is, so if you're only doing one character per request I get it if you only choose one, but can I request hcs of Chenya, Floyd, and/or Azul with a mute s/o?

Oh thanks for being considerate! I dont have a character limit for the moment, so im taking everyone here :) Such a cute Ask!!! Of course! I had fun writing this! I hope to see you again.

Chenya, Floyd, and Azul with a mute s/o (gender neutral)

Chenya!

Pretty sure he noticed right away. One of the first that does notice it after meeting you.

Its not a big problem! He is a really talkative cat, so he will find a way to communicate with you.

If he has to learn hand signs, he goes right after his dear friend Riddle. Im pretty sure he knows about it. And then, one sunny afternoon, you found your cat boyfriend in a three, hand singing you a "Hello!" Way too excited.

If you can hear, great, at least he learned to understand you. A big win for you two.

Wanna ask about the reason, but he will just wait until you tell him. He is a prankster, yeah, but he isnt someone to get into your business!

If someone makes fun of you because of this, che'nya just makes a uncomfortable silence until all realizes that it wasn't a fun joke and just runs. In case that doesnt work, che'nya is ready to make that person so scared with his unique magic that he doesnt wanna go back! Never!

Those pranks doesn't make sense, thats what he says. But you know when he winks at you that its his form to say he loves you. Even if saying every day in every form was enough lol.

Anyways, that doesnt save you from his pranks. It just make them more personable!

He wants to see your expressions, all of them, fear, joy, and sadness. Well, not so much your sad face--

One time he just writed a sign that said "look up" and his head was just there, that how you meet him! You were the first person on all of hearstlabyul that falled in the prank! Hahaha!

A little disappointed that couldn't hear you scream but after he learned that you are mute he just went :00000

For your anniversary he makes the same prank and you do a big act of falling into it again. Seeing you smile dorkly makes him wanna hug you all day.

In general, a very supportive cat-boyfriend :)

Floyd

What does it mean that you cant talk???? Do you not want floyd to hear you???? Maybe if he hugs you with all of his force your voice will be out!!

Jade stopped him before he did this, dont worry about your health.

He is a little... Emm... He doesn't understand at first. Of the three, he just, cant understand.

Until he remembers that story with a mute mermaid! Ohhh! So you're like her!!

When you nodded, he just happily jumped to hug you.

Jade has to teach floyd how to read hand signs, he didnt do well. But when you offered to teach him, he was a little puppy behind you!!

He rapidly learned and used this to his advantage.

"look y/n this fish doesnt know what im saying to him!!!!!" He was just saying "dumb fish" lmao.

Aggressive agains everyone who makes fun of you. Even if you dont care or notice it. No one can say anything bad to his little shrimp.

Floyd just goes with the flow with this, he learns the basics and if you need something specific, you write it down.

A very supportive and funny eel. I can imagine him being your support and always going behind you so everyone know about his fabulous partner!!

Doesn't make you feel inferior tho, he is just excited about this

In fact, he didnt admit it at first, but you caught his attention because of this.

The curiosity didn't kill the eel, but instead give him an awesome partner :)

Azul!

Yeah he is a nerd and all but didnt notice that at first. He just thinks that you are shy and dont want to talk to everyone. Same tho, he says mentally.

Until he has to talk to you about something, and he sees you using hand signs.

“Oh, so thats why...”

Another one that doesn't stop comparing you to that little mermaid who lost her voice for love. Sorry y/n.

Makes everyone at the mostro lounge learn hand sign language. He already know btw. But he just wanted to make you feel comfortable in there.

Another one that if someone makes jokes or bothers you about this, well... Just might warn you that their reputation will fall until apologizes to you lol.

You never suspected about the octopus boi. Well not never but-

He just loves to take walks with you around octavinelle or the nrc, while making you take his arm like the gentleman he is. He likes see you express your day to him. And vice versa.

The way you two became close was because he wanted to take advantage of this condition to make you sign a contract for your voice back. But slowly, he realized that you didnt need something like that, you expressed yourself better than him.

And thats when he falls in love. And ironically, you are the one that confess.

This octo-boi will be with you all the way. A sweet boyfriend who will help you like a true gentleman, or that will cry like a little baby in your arms.

Hope you like this answers!! Have a good day!!!

#twst headcanons #chenya x reader #Azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #octavinelle #twst x you #twst x y/n #azul ashengrotto imagines #chenya imagines #floyd leech imagines #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst #twst #requests #writterscommunity #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines

[genshin-impact-writings]

hi there! may i request small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream? childe x reader ty! this is my first time requesting so i hope i didnt do this wrong!!

Heya, dear anon! Thank you so much for your request, it was perfect and i had a lot of fun writing this. So, here's your drink: A small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream on top. Hope you enjoy! <3 (Reblogs are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: fluff, fake dating, “You’re not wearing that, are you?” + “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

Be mine – Tartaglia x gn!reader (fake dating!AU, fluff)

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”

With furrowed brows, you looked at Tartaglia. He was standing behind you, watching you as you turned in front of the mirror to get a better look at your outfit. “Why?” you asked, a hint of confusion echoing in your voice. “Is there something wrong? Is it too much?”

“No,” he replied, and a smile flashed over his face as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he added, “It makes you look even prettier than you already are, to be honest. Everyone’s going to stare at you.” He nuzzled your cheek. “And I’m not sure if I like that thought.”

You felt your face growing hot at his words and tried to wriggle out of his hug. “Stop that,” you said with a sheepish grin. “No one’s here, there’s no need to act like we’re a couple.”

Tartaglia hummed in response and took a step back after releasing you from his hug, although he couldn’t deny that your words hurt him more than he liked to admit. He knew that you were right – the two of you weren’t really dating, after all. It was just a show you put on to stop your friends from constantly pestering you to finally find yourself a boyfriend. When you had asked him to pretend to be in a relationship with you for a while, Tartaglia hadn’t hesitated to help you. Up to this day, he hadn’t regretted it – well, a bit, maybe.

At first, it had been nothing more than a game and a secret the two of you shared – something that never failed to make you laugh when your friends weren’t around. But as the weeks passed, things had… changed. At least for him.

He had no idea how you felt about the whole situation, though. If you still thought about him as a friend or if his constant flirting did have some kind of effect on you… if you maybe had developed real, genuine feelings for him too. It was foolish, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but hold on to that thought whenever he saw you.

You watched him in the mirror, the way he stared into the distance absent-mindedly, his pretty blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He often had that look on his face when he thought you weren’t noticing it but whenever you brought the topic up, he always told you that you were imagining things before he quickly changed the subject.

That didn’t stop you from asking, though. You turned around to face him, your left arm slightly outstretched, almost as if your body couldn’t decide if you wanted to reach out for him or not. “Hey,” you said, your voice a lot softer than you initially intended. “What’s wrong?”

It was fascinating to see how his facial expression changed almost immediately, how he put on a smile that could have fooled anyone but you. “I was just thinking that you’re right,” he replied and shrugged. “About us, I mean. We’re not a couple when your friends aren’t around, and I’m sorry if my actions made you feel uncomfortable.”

You let out a surprised laugh. “What made you think I was uncomfortable? I just – I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say that there’s no need to pretend anything when we’re alone. It’s not necessary and I don’t want to bother you. Um…” You shook your head, annoyed by your own stammering. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. That’s what I was trying to say.��

You watched as his smile slowly transformed into a more honest one, and suddenly, there was this warm feeling welling up inside you again. It had happened a few times already, mostly when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen or when he hugged you like he had done earlier but you had never bothered yourself with thinking about it. After all, he only acted like that because you had an agreement with each other, not because he actually cared about you… at least not in that way.

And it was fine, although you couldn’t deny that a part of you had always wondered what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him. He could be reckless and even kind of belligerent sometimes, yes, but when he was with you, he seemed to be a completely different man – caring and considerate, always trying his best to make you smile when you were upset or sad. He was your best friend, the one you could always rely on, no matter what happened.

And sometimes, just like in this moment, he was the one who made your heart skip a beat without even knowing it.

“We should go,” you said, shaking your head once again to get rid of the confusing thoughts that had come to your mind. “The others are probably already waiting for us.”

*

On your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking about something your best friend had said to you. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if they secretly knew that your relationship with Tartaglia wasn’t real but since you didn’t want to risk anything, you had decided to let sleeping dogs lie a while ago. Maybe they didn’t know it, anyway but something about the way they looked at you when they told you how happy you could be to have someone like him in your life, had suggested that they were well aware of your fake dating. “If you weren’t so cute together, I would be so jealous, really,” they had added with a grin, darting a glance at Tartaglia who had been joking around with one of your other friends at this point. “He’s awesome, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up, okay?”

The words were still echoing in your mind. How could you mess it up if everything wasn’t even real? Of course you knew what they were trying to say but at some point, you would have no other choice than messing everything up because you either had to tell your friends toe truth or act like you and Tartaglia had broken up. You couldn’t force him to play along forever, after all.

Sooner or later, he would find someone and fall in love for real, and then you would have to let him go, no matter how awful it felt to imagine him being with someone else. The thought hurt – and at the same time, it made you absolutely furious.

You stopped in your tracks, confused by the sudden anger that welled up inside of you when you thought about Tartaglia’s hypothetical future partner. Just because he would start to date someone, you definitely weren’t going to lose him; he would still be your friend. The only thing that would change was the fact that he would no longer act like he was head over heels in love with you.

And that was the moment it finally hit you.

The problem wasn’t that you were afraid of losing your friend. The problem was that you didn’t want him to fall in love with someone else – you wanted him to love you, actually love you, not just pretending like he had done for the past couple of weeks.

It was absolutely crazy, you knew that. He had agreed to fool your friends with you for a while because he thought it sounded like fun but actually developing feelings for each other hadn’t been a part of the deal. It had been completely out of the question, even.

Heck, why did everything have to become so complicated all of a sudden? Why did you have to fall for him? Everything he did, every hug, every kiss… all of that was part of your charade. He didn’t do it because he had romantic feelings for you.

Right?

You couldn’t help but remember the scene from earlier when he had hugged you in front of the mirror, implying that he’d be jealous if someone else would start to admire you. There had been no one around to see; he didn’t have to talk to you like that – and still, he had done it. And he had hugged you in a way that still made your heart beat faster.

Damn it. You needed to talk to him.

You needed to talk to him right now.

You turned around and rushed back to the restaurant where you had parted ways maybe fifteen minutes ago. He wasn’t there anymore but you knew that he sometimes went for a walk near the docks because he liked to listen to the sound of the waves, so you decided to look for him there.

It wasn’t too hard to find him – and as he spotted you approaching him through the crowd, a soft smile flashed over his face. “Did you miss me already?” he asked in a teasing tone that usually would have caused you to roll your eyes. But right now, it just made you feel more insecure.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. Admittedly, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation starter but you were way too nervous to bother yourself with being particularly eloquent in that moment. “About us.”

He raised his eyebrows. “About us?”

“About the whole situation,” you explained. “The relationship thing we have going on. I – I don’t think I can do this anymore. It just… it just feels wrong to pretend like we are dating when we’re not. I don’t know why I came up with that idea in the first place, it’s so stupid and I’m sorry for dragging you into this and-“

“Whoa, slow down, (Y/N),” Tartaglia interrupted you and furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? I told you many times that I don’t mind helping you. I know your friends, I realize that they can be quite annoying when it comes to… well, your love life. You’re not taking advantage of me if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

You buried your face in your hands for a few seconds and let out a frustrated groan. “That’s not the reason I want to end this, Tartaglia,” you said. “I want to end it because it just feels wrong. We don’t love each other – we shouldn’t pretend that we do. It’s… it’s just not right.”

“Who says I don’t love you?”

You had expected every answer from him but not something like this. With wide eyes, you stared at him, searching his face for a sign that he was joking, that he was trying to fluster you like he already did a million times but his expression was unusually serious. “What?”

“Who says I don’t love you?” he repeated patiently. “You said it’s not right to pretend that we love each other. But the truth is that I’m not pretending anymore. So, it’s not wrong, is it?”

You couldn’t reply. Your thoughts were racing as your brain tried to comprehend what he had just told you but you felt like you weren’t able to think straight at all. Not when all you could think about was that he loved you.

Tartaglia stepped closer, gently cupping your face with his hands. “I love you,” he said, the tone of his voice so earnest that it send a shiver down your spine. “And I think that you may love me too, so if that’s the case could you please say something? Or – I don’t know, blink twice, maybe?”

“Shut up,” you said, finally snapping out of your state of shock. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready. 

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos. 

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*           

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM. 

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon 

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x y/n #corpse x you #corpse x reader #corpse imagines #corpse fanfic #uh #corpse husband x reader

[kobunnie]

jealousy

ft. dazai + nakajima + nakahara

⤻ summary ; in which the bungo stray dogs boys get jealous

⤻ word count ; 1.3k

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ warnings ; cursing, lowercase intended

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

⤻ a/n ; thank you lovely anon for requesting this! hopefully you enjoyed it, i know i did ;3

ও enjoy <3

ও DAZAI OSAMU

doesnt get jealous very easily

gets jealous with only a specific type of people

never gets jealous over people he knows, or people you dont know

even if someones being touchy in public with you and you dont know them, he wont get jealous but more so pissed off because the other person is obviously making you uncomfortable

he just has a lot of faith and confidence in your relationship

plus, he knows that hed never have a reason to be jealous over kunikida or atsushi—

where he does get jealous, however is when youre close with another person that he doesnt know at all

say a childhood best friend that he had never met before who dazai could tell is just absolutely head over heels for you

and since that person would be one of your most trusted friends—well, dazai couldnt help but get jealous

“where are we going again, y/n?” dazai asked, dragging his feet as you pulled him along the sidewalk.

you grinned at him. “were going to see an old friend of mine! i havent seen them in forever and i cant wait for you to meet them!”

the two of you arrived at a restaurant and entered, sitting at a table where your best friend was waiting

“OH MY GOD” you squealed, letting go of dazais hand to embrace your friend “its so good to see you!”

“you too!” your friend stood and wrapped their arms around you “its been so long!”

dazai scrutinized your friend, as you sat down next to them, immediately jumping into a conversation and forgetting about him

“oh, and this is my boyfriend, dazai osamu!” you introduced him and dazai sat across from your friend and you

your friend looked at dazai “boyfriend, huh?”

“yep! you missed quite a lot”

“it appears i did”

see dazai didnt like that—that tone. it was so obvious that your friend liked you, that he was head over heels for you. but you being overwhelemed with just the excitement of seeing said friend didnt notice. and as the night carried on with dazai being left out of conversation and you and your friend being touchy feely with one another, dazai felt something start to grow in the pit of his stomach as he watched you two. something that made him want to pull you across the table and show that friend of yours who your boyfriend was.

dazai knew he was being somewhat irrational feeling the way he was feeling. after all, he knew that you loved him and only him. but he just couldnt help it. he was jealous.

when the three of you had finished dinner and were starting to get ready to leave, your friend stopped you. “wait, y/n i have something to tell you”

“oh? what is it? could you hurry, osamu and i have somewhere to be”

“you have somewhere to be? but its late?”

you shrugged “we work together and its a very demanding job. we only got away just barely today to see you. which was awesome! i hadnt seen you in such a long time and youre like my best friend so—anyway, what did you want to tell me?”

dazai watched as your friends face fell. he shouldnt have felt happy about that but he did. that little feeling in his stomach? well it had grown to be not so little anymore and seeing your friends hopes die gave him happiness—even if it was mean.

“you know what? i just wanted to say it was good to see you again”

“you too!” you hugged your friend then grabbed dazais hand “hopefully well see each other again soon!”

you led dazai to the exit of the restaurant and once outside you let out a sigh of relief

“y/n, but we dont have somewhere to be,” dazai said

you looked at him and place a quick kiss on his cheek “i know”

your hand slipped from his and you walked on ahead home. dazai, just watching for a minute before he practically burst out in tears and ran after you

“Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH”

ও NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI

doesnt ever get jealous

has even more faith and trust in your relationship than dazai does

he trusts you with his whole heart, so he believes that he doesnt have anything to worry about

plus, you constantly reassure him that you love him and only him because he does have some self image issues </3 ( SAD )

so he just knows everyday that he has nothing to ever worry about when it comes to other people

which is why he never gets jealous

“atsushi?” you poked your boyfriend’s face, his hand lifting sluggishly to push your finger away.

“ugh?” he murmured, rolling over to the other side of his body

“wake up, sleepy head” you said rolling atsushi back to face you “lets go we have to get to the agency or else well be late”

atsushi lifted his head to check the time before laying back down “we can stand to be a few minutes late?”

you knew that atsushi didnt really mean that. after all, he liked to be on time but you knew that he was just drained from the night before.

the night before was actually somewhat of a wild night. the two of you had been waking peacefully along the street when someone had grabbed your arm, commenting on your looks. you politely said thank you because they were obviously drunk and they had smiled at you. they didnt look harmful, just drunk. atsushi hadnt been jealous or anything (why would he?) but he was pissed off. pissed off at that person for grabbing you like that. hed been angry the whole way home.

“atsushi, i love you” you whispered in his ear.

atsushi stirred and faced you, opening his eyes. “i love you too, y/n.”

“i know” you stuck your tongue out at him and got up “now lets go to work”

“urghsgh” he groaned

ও NAKAHARA CHUUYA

very easily made jealous

gets jealous at the littlest things that its literally insane

most people would probably get annoyed by that fact and wouldnt be able to stay in a relationship with him

but you really dont mind, you know he just cares about you a lot

sometimes it is a little . . . much but all in all you laugh about it with him

more like at him, since he doesnt share the same amusement but thats irrelevant

his jealousy isnt pointed at you more at other people

not that thats an excuse for his super jealousy, but its at least reassuring to know he never gets mad at you

you were getting a drink at a local coffee shop with your boyfriend, chuuya. while waiting for the coffees to be made, chuuya had decided to go to the bathroom. while he was in the bathroom, your name was called to collect your drinks

“y/n?” the person behind the counter called

you went forward to collect your drinks

as they were handing you your drinks, chuuya exited the bathroom. the first thing he saw was your hand touching the other persons hand. now he couldnt help it. he knew you probably werent doing anything on purpose . . . but damn he did not like that

“thanks” chuuya suddenly appeared next to you and yanked your hand towards him, almost causing you to spill your drinks

“chuuya!”

he eyed the person who smiled nervously. “uh, no problem”

“lets go” he dragged you out of the coffee shop, you protesting the whole way

“chuuya, stop acting like that!”

“like what?”

“like a jealous brat”

chuuya tried very hard to not get angry “what? jealous? me? absolutely not shut up”

“okay” you muttered you paused before sighing “it was kinda hot”

“really?”

“no”

chuuya glared at you and let go of you marching away from you at a fast pace

“chuuya, come back”

“no!”

“chuuya—“

“no!”

“IM DATING A CHILD”

#— ko’s writings #hanimehub #animehorizons #bsd #bungo stray dogs #anime fanfic #ff #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs fluff #bsd hcs #dazai #dazai hcs #dazai osamu #atsushi #atsushi hcs #nakajima atsushi #chuuya #chuuya hcs #nakahara chuuya

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☆ mc catching the obey me brothers crying

i believe its fair to assume mc has seen at least one of the boys cry. here is what i believe happened. (if you want me to do undateables, let me know! tw for low self worth, panic attacks, and survivors guilt/death mentions)

lucifer

without a doubt the most embarassed to be caught crying

he had just gotten into an argument with diavolo, and he questions his importance in diavolos life

he goes into the study to get some extra work done late at night to reassure himself he is useful

with all of the stress from the situation at hand and some stress from supporting the family on his back, he cant help but shed a few tears

all he wants to do is keep those around him happy and healthy... and it tears him apart when he cant

if i cant make the ones i love happy then... what can i do...

he doesnt notice your presence, as he has hands over his eyes and is breathing slowly in order to relax himself

you call out his name softly to get his attention

lucy jumps and tries wiping his eyes and playing it off as if he was never crying

you walk closer to him and he keeps inquiring if theres anything you need

you dont say anything, you just place your arms around him and hold him in a tight embrace

and he starts crying again on your shoulder... harder, this time. holding you tighter and closer in the embrace

because of his pride, its hard for him to admit what he needs the most: someone to show they care for him

mammon

mammon is the type to not cry often but when he does, its a lot

while his brothers dont really have bad intentions, the daily degradation they execute against mammon really gets to him

he can only put up his confident front for so long, and not long after a fight with asmo, it recedes

he lay on his bed sobbing heavily into a pillow to muffle the sound for nearly a full hour

his mind cant help but insist all the words his siblings tell him are true... and he wishes more than anything that you were there to tell him they werent

he looks up to the door every once in a while with blurry vision, mind convincing him theyre at the door, but you not being there makes him cry even harder

maybe they just think the same as the rest of my brothers

he hears the doorknob, but convinces himself its his mind again. ironically enough, this makes him cry even harder

except its actually you this time

you run over to his bed to sit down next to him and rub his back reassuringly, asking if hes alright

he jolts up, shocked youre actually here. he closes his mind and smiles sadly with a tear stained face

he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a soft thank you... your presence helps him more than you will ever know

you hold him for a few minutes and tell him how awesome the Great Mammon really is

leviathan

its been a long stressful day at rad, and he cant help but overthink every single action he has made

every single glance hes made, every single word hes said ... just everything

most days he would resort to playing a game or watching an anime he loves in attempt to distract himself, but other days its not that easy

he starts spiraling, thinking of not only everything hes done that day, but actions hes done in the past too

eventually hes past the point of no return, and starts having a panic attack

levi cant seem to catch his breath and with the thoughts still rushing through his head at full speed, he cant attempt to calm himself down

he envies those who dont feel the way he does right now because god, what he would do to not feel like this

you were just wondering why your gaming buddy hasnt come looking for you so naturally, you go to him

you knock on his door waiting for him to ask you for the entry code... but theres no response

you enter and are quite shocked to see levi shaking on his bed

this is familiar to you... whether youve had to guide a friend through a panic attack or have been through one yourself, you know what to do

you reassure him this will all pass and knowing how hard school is for him, you tell him he did well today

you get him to regulate his breathing and gain some composure

hes embarassed you had to see him like that... but he lets you know hes so thankful that you came to help him

satan

he just wants to be his own person but with how his life was set for him, its almost as if thats a tall order

its very rare he cries from happiness or anything like that, but sometimes he gets so sad that he gets angry... and then he cries a lot

no one dares to go near him like that

and that hurts him too... that nobody could or would ever dare to console him because they fear what hed do to them

he acknowledges this is a justified fear as he is after all the representation of wrath itself, but it still hurts nonetheless

belphie decided to poke fun and tease satan reminding him of how hes lucifers shadow

he didnt take it well... and retreated to his room to handle his emotions

he knew his family didnt want anything to do with him while he was angry... and that made him feel like a burden

but he grew used to everyone expecting he handle his emotions himself even if every once in a while he desired some reassurance

satan sat in a corner of his room crying to himself waiting for this to pass because he didnt believe anyone else would care to check on him

but you were curious as to why he wasnt in his usual 4 pm reading spot, so you decided to check his room

he was just sat completely still staring into the distance while tears fell down his face

he didnt even notice your presence until you sat down next to him

you didnt want to pry, so you just asked if he wanted to talk about it

he shook his head, laid on your shoulder, and just said “this is all i need”

asmodeus

ahh... while self love is so easy for him, self value isnt

its easy for him to believe people want to be around him solely with lustful intent rather than because they genuinely love him

he doesnt really believe anyone could ever love him

so he overcompensates through self love because he believes hes the only person who could ever love him

hes great at hiding it but sometimes, this gets to him... especially after some quick encounters with others at the fall

he thinks maybe there is no depth to him.. maybe i really am just a pretty face and nothing else

asmo cries pretty often, but he only lets people see him cry when its over something material (ie, he couldnt get a new bag hes been wanting for weeks)

he cries quietly too in effort to make sure nobody sees him

he seemed to have forgetten that you two were planning to go shopping today so you went to his room to see if he was ready

you werent expecting to see him rolled over in bed softly crying to himself

you startled him when you said his name

“oh, mc, i didnt see you there!” he chuckles lightly to himself in effort to change the mood of the atmosphere as he wipes his eyes

you ask if hes okay and his sad smile falls slightly

he asks you if you genuinely think he could ever be lovable

your heart breaks a little knowing that he even has a moment of self doubt, but you reassure him that hes a lovable person inside and out

you hug him tightly while another tear falls down his face

you two decide shopping is best for another day... for now, you just want to talk and do facials

beelzebub

beel loves his family a lot

more than he loves food (also a lot)

he hates conflict between them and would do absolutely anything to avoid it

what he hates the most about himself is how hungry he gets... hes aware its poorly timed but theres really nothing he can do about it

but the feeling hes being an inconvenience to those he loves hurts him

beel is great at smiling as often as possible, but if theres any tension between the family, he wont stop crying until its resolved

once he was so hungry it wasnt possible to control himself and he ended up going on a rampage

he earned scolds from lucifer, mammon, and satan for this

it tore him apart knowing that he had caused his family trouble for even a second and he started crying because of the guilt

he couldnt even find enough energy to make it back to his room, so he just sat in the kitchen with tears on his face

you had decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack when you saw him

he apologized for being in the kitchen and offered to move if you wanted his seat, but you declined

beel didnt even bother wiping the tears from his eyes... he wore them like they were a punishment for his own behavior

when you asked him what was wrong, all he said was that he was a bad brother

you tried to tell him otherwise, but then he went into detail about the situation and how all he does is cause the family distress

you told him that isnt true at all and he continues to bring light and happiness to all those around him

hearing that his brothers will come around and know he meant no harm is all he needed to hear

“thank you, mc... i feel less hungry when im with you”

belphie

he has lots of survivors guilt

its been millenia but he still wishes that it was him instead of lilith

because of this he cries quite often, but never in front of anyone other than beel

this feeling that lilith and him should have traded places haunts him often, and its not always so easy to sleep it off

as fore mentioned, he usually finds comfort in talking to his older twin but beel isnt always there

beel was at one of his clubs at rad and belphie didnt want to bother him, but he really did need someone right now

unlike his older brothers, belphie actually makes an effort to find you

he doesnt find you in your room nor the kitchen, so he continues to search around the house in hopes youre around here somewhere

he happens to find you by yourself in the study on your d.d.d.

belphie feels bad bothering you, and enters the room quite quietly

“mc, can we talk?”

he sits down next to you and lays his head on your shoulder

contrary to what he stated he wanted, not much talking is being done

he just lies there quietly crying with no explanation why

he realises he may not be as ready to talk about it as he thought... but thats okay

you tell him that youre going to listen whenever hes ready to talk about it

that makes him feel a lot better

he falls asleep right there with a thankful smile placed on his face

#satans was lowk the hardest to write #i hope i wrote them all well tho >: #also some of these are .. quite long o_o #my apologies #obey me headcanon #obey me #belphie headcanon #beel headcanon #satan headcanon #mammon headcanon #lucifer headcanon #levi headcanon #asmo headcanon

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Naughty Words

Warnings: tickle fic, emotions

Words: (I'm more sure, around 1000-1500)

Summary/Prompt: So an idea for a prompt could be that the reader changes a word on Steves phone to a "bad" word. So whenever he tries to write a certain word the phone automatically changes it to "fuck" or something similar. And then the reader and the others will be like "language". Steve gets extremely frustrated until he figures it out:)

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It was another normal day at the compound. You were bored because all the other avengers were training and Peter was at school until evenings time.

You were just sitting on the couch when you began to think to yourself. You could go annoy Tony, but you weren't sure if he was asleep. Pepper would usually force him to sleep when he couldn't so you really didnt want to disturb that. You could go train but Steve explained you were too young to be an avenger yet. OkAy StEve, (y/a) isnt old enough, WhAteVer! (I got ur back)

That's when the best idea popped into your head. An idea better than any other on the planet. Perhaps you were the smartest human on earth, smarter than Stark, perhaps even the smartest living lifefo!-

"That is a stupid idea y/n" Wanna laughed. She must had only just entered because you hadn't beard her before.

You jumped up and watched her at the counter with your elbows resting on the couch top and your head resting in your hands acting cheeky.

"Wanda! It's a great idea!" You protested. "What's gonna happen? Hmm?"

Wanda began to walk over to you and looked sideways. She brought her hand to her chin to think. You knew she was acting silly but you weren'tsure what she was up to.

"Hmm, I dunno. Maybe.." She then grabbed your hips and began to squeeze them, "Tickle you!?"

You squealed and bucked, tossing and turning on the couch, wanda now had started tickling your sides and giggling with your contagious laughter.

She then stopped and smiled at your giggling self curled into the couch. She ruffled your hair, "little prankster, have fun" she then left as you recovered from her attach as not to be attacked herself.

You didn't mind the tickles, but this prank was worth so much more.

Time had passed and you were just outside Steve's room. You entered quietly, he and the other avengers other than Wanda and Tony seemed to be training so the coast was clear. You slipped inside and looked around.

"This old man's got no taste" obvious in the nicest way possible.

You looked around and saw his phone charging by his bedside table. "Jackpot" you whispered and woddled over to it. You grabbed it and switched it on. Tony had brought him one from the 21th century, finally.

Annoyingly he now had a password now. Luckily, like all old men, it was either Password or his birthday. Or just the same password for everything.

You knew the plan, sneak in, get his phone, and change 'No' with auto correction to "FUCK YES BABY" Because, Swear words, yes, and let's all be honest Steve would never say this unless he was drunk, WHICH COULDN'T EVEN HAPPEN ANYMORE!

Once completed you snucked back out and left to your room to read a book.

More time passed, and finally the team were going to start dinner. Rather than calling everyone and disrupting them Steve decide to text everyone. Peter was also here by now, he had finished school a while ago and you both were sat in his bedroom playing video games.

Old Man Steve: So who wants what for

tea?

Metal arm: Idm

Bank💸: I'm in the shop, wont be

there.

Best mom: No Tony, we're eating dinner

with everyone. Y/n and Peter can choose

You and Peter both picked up your phones after pausing the game, both curious of the buzz after buzz's.

Old Man Steve: @Y/n🍃🌷💸 and

@spiderlings😟🕷, what do you want for

dinner?

Spiderlings😟🕷: 🍕?

You watched your phone as everyone texted, about to ask about what you should eat, but suddenly you remembered the little prank you decided to play on Steve. You knew that we had no pizza left, you and Loki had eaten it the night before when everyone was busy instead of cooking.

Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, sorry Y/n

and Loki ate the last of it.

That's when both Peter and you heard Tony's laughter from his lab.

Bank💸: Languaage cap!

Metal arm: Steve??

Old Man Steve: what, FUCK YES BABY- I

didn't text that.

You: Language cap!

Badass🕷Spider: Language Steve, it's a bad

example to the kids

Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, FUCK

YES BABY! How do I work this?

You and Peter then heard someone walking down the halls and to neither of your surprises Steve opened the door.

"Y/n, Peter, could one of you help me with this?"

Peter was about to answer but you quickly butted in, "oh, we don't know how to. It's too hard" you gave Peter a look.

Peter's face went from confusion to fear and smug. "Sorry Mr Roger's, this is out of my hands"

Steve grunted but smiled, he left to go to see if Tony would help him. Quickly you both tested Tony and explained the situation, everyone heard Steve grunt and leave the lab to go get dinner started.

Bank💸: you guys are fucked once he finds out yk?

Both Peter and you laughed, knowing fully well you'd be wrecked sooner or later, but you couldn't be bothered as of the moment. VIDEO GAMES AWAIT!

Half an hour had passed now and you were getting hungry, so you texted Steve to ask if food was ready, once again the same situation happened. And once more, everyone corrected him on his very inappropriate language.

It was a running gag, whenever one of you swore, Steve would correct you. 20th century shit, and him being a cinnamon bun turned steroids. Now you could have your revenge.

Finally though, food was ready. Peter and you left the room laughing and joking, you were annoying him about a headshot you had got on him but he bragged about more kills so it was practically even.

Everyone was getting to the table as Wanda and Steve set up plates, utensils, and food.

You sat next to Peter and Tony, Tony next to Pepper, next to Pepper was Sam, then Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Vision, Nat, Clint, Bruce and finally back to the Spiderling. Everyone else was busy, Thor and Loki were going to come the next week anyway, they were in Asgard again.

Everyone ate their meals, laughing and talking with one another, you sat directly across from Steve and saw him trying to stop Bucky from throwing his plate at Sam.

Tony leaned in next to you, whispering, "So you did the whole text situation?" He chuckled slightly as you nodded, smirking.

"Why?" Tony asked, he was curious because he knew you enjoyed pranking everyone, but he also knew you wouldn't do this to Steve without a reason. And in all fairness, you just wanted to spend time with Steve- and poke fun at his language- but mainly spend time with him. He had been on missions, work, training, and seemed busy with his life. You just felt as though he was drifting from you.

You shrugged at Tony's question, placing some food in your mouth. Tony poked your side, he didnt need you to answer but he didnt want Steve to have all the fun once this was over.

You squeaked and then squealed once he started squashing the skin on your side, everyone looked to see your adorable face slowly turn red from embarrassment.

"Arent they adorable?" Steve teased. You giggled and finally shoved Tony's hand off you, you looked at steve with a wobbly smile and asked about his language today.

"So Steve, what was up with your texting today?"

Nat swallowed her food and pointed a fork at Steve, "yeah Steve, it was a really inappropriate word"

In all fairness the team knew you both said fuck a lot. You usually would say after a rare mission you got to go on or when there were food in the fridge. "FUCK YEAH" or "FUCK YEAH BABY", probably from deadpool- though luckily for you, Steve was not a genius. Smart, yeah, genius. No. But you began to see the clocks turn in his head as he looked over the table at everyone.

After a while of winding up Steve, you all continued as usual. You were chatting to Peter and explaining how awesome you were at a game to Tony, luckily- well not for you- you hadn't noticed Wanda and Strve watching you as she whispered in his ear.

"Steve, y/n did it earlier, while you were training"

"What?"

"The whole 'no' situation, she wanted to prank you. She misses the time you spend together"

Steve turned to Wanda with both a confused face yet all understanding. Only now had he realised how little time he'd spent with you over the past few weeks. He felt bad but also a little mad at your little prank. But he smiled at Wanda, one filled with hope and- no he smirked. I wont sugar coat it. You were done.

Quickly Steve pushed out his chair, as loud as he could and took in a deep breath causing everyone to go silent and watch him. He then casually looked up and got to his feet. Everyone was almost finished by now, Buck, Steve, Clint, and even you had finished.

"Y/n, I need your help"

You watched him, confused. But suddenly seeing as smirk and losing all your cool as you looked to Wanda with a helpless face. Steve walked around the table and bent down to your height on the chair, whipped out his phone and asked you to help.

You stuttered, but once more explained you had no clue.

"Really? Stark, Peter, how about you?" The old man looked at the tech genius's. Neither spoke up.

"You're on your own kid"

Steve smirked and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder slightly as you had just finished eating. Well a few minutes ago but still.

"S-Steve! Steve I didnt dohoho anything." As any normal response you began to nervously laugh, knowing fully well what would come of this. But you wanted it. You missed it. You missed Steve.

"All I need is for you to help me, can you? Or do I gave to make you?"

Steve had now flung you onto the couch as most watched and others continued their conversations.

"Steve I- i told you i have no clu-" suddenly ten fingers found your sides and began to run up and down them causing you to giggle and yelp.

"Nahaha! Steve! Steve!!"

His fingers traveled to your ribs, pinching and squeezing each one, pretending to nawh on them. He didn't start easy, no. He knew you needed this as much as he did.

"Mm, that was a great dinner, but I wonder what's for dessert?" He asked, gnawing on your ribs and squeezing your hips making you buck and squeal.

"STEVEEEEE!!!" you were almost histerical when he reached your pits, scratching at the hollows inside, making you giggle and scream, beg and brawl. It was truly adorable to watch the two of you.

"Tickle tickle y/n, aww do you want to help me now?" Steve taunted. You stood strong though, you wanted to win. Well maybe you didnt, maybe you just wanted this to last longer. You werent sure.

"NOHOHO WAY OLD MAHAN!" You bucked and squealed, blush covering your face. You truly didnt think it would get worse but oh God, Steve hadn't ripped out the fruits yet. And just for your sas. Ah, you were wrecked.

"Okay smart ass"

"LAHANGUAGE!"

"That's it." Steve lifted your shot and placed his mouth right above your belly button. Now you were beyond hysterical, you knew what would happen and wouldn't be able to handle it, Steve gave some of the best- WORSE. DEFINITELY WORST. Raspberries around.

"NAH! NAHAH! STEVE STEVE IM SOHOHORRYYYY! I'LL HELP! I'LL HELP!" you squeaked and bucked, trying to escape, those at the table laughed at your helpless, blushing body and Steve's incredible stubbornness. So mean. So very very mean. Mean.

"Ah I'm glad you'll help" Steve lifted his head and lessened his grip on your hips, not fully though, as a millisecond later he blew a big, wet, raspberry directly on your belly button, sending vibrations to your core and back.

You jolted and screeched, pushing at his head as he blew more and more with tiny tickle kisses around your stomach.

After a while he stopped and patted your head as you balled up into the couch, drowning in giggles, laughter and ghostly tickles.

Steve handed you his phone and you quickly changed the words back as they were, disappointed but happy that you spent time with Steve again. You missed your bond, even the tickles.

Steve kissed your forehead and turned on the tv, spongebob. A favourite of both of yours, cuddling together as everupmr rose finished and put away the dishes. You slowly fell asleep on Steve's lap, hally knowing you've got your captain back.

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Writers note.

Hey, sorry this was- well shit I'm not sugar coating it. It was also awkward because I cant eat to great now and the cuteness was sickening. Thank you for the prompt though! This was definitely a favourite, thank you! Apologies again :)

#marvel #mcu #tickle community #m-verse #tony x reader #steve x reader #peter x reader #steve Rogers #steve #stark #wanda maximoff #avengers #y/n #sfw tickles

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So I've never actually seen /u/ryans01 excellent post re-posted here on tumblr, and I think it could help a lot of people, so I'll repost it below. Link to the original

Ouch. Sounds like you're having a tough time max. That sucks. I've been there, so I kinda know what you're talking about. I've been in the ever circling vortex of self doubt, frustration, and loathing. It's no bueno. I know. If you don't mind lemme tell you a couple things. You can read em if you want, read em again later if you feel like it. But honestly man, if I spend all this time typing this out to you and you don't let it be a little tinder for your fire, well, you're just letting us both down. And you don't HAVE to do that. You don't HAVE to do anything. But you get to choose.

(Who am I? My name’s Ryan and I live in Canada. Just moved to a new city for a dream job that I got because of the rules below. I owe a lot of my success to people much cooler, kinder, more loving and greater than me. When I get the chance to maybe let a little bit of help out, it’s a way of thanking them. )

Rule numero uno - There are no more zero days. What's a zero day? A zero day is when you don't do a single fucking thing towards whatever dream or goal or want or whatever that you got going on. No more zeros. I'm not saying you gotta bust an essay out everyday, that's not the point. The point I'm trying to make is that you have to make yourself, promise yourself, that the new SYSTEM you live in is a NON-ZERO system. Didnt' do anything all fucking day and it's 11:58 PM? Write one sentence. One pushup. Read one page of that chapter. One. Because one is non zero. You feel me? When you're in the super vortex of being bummed your pattern of behaviour is keeping the vortex goin, that's what you're used to. Turning into productivity ultimate master of the universe doesn't happen from the vortex. It happens from a massive string of CONSISTENT NON ZEROS. That's rule number one. Do not forget.

La deuxieme regle - yeah i learnt french. its a canadian thing. please excuse the lack of accent graves, but lemme get into rule number 2. BE GRATEFUL TO THE 3 YOU'S. Uh what? 3 me's? That sounds like mumbo jumbo bullshit. News flash, there are three you's homeslice. There's the past you, the present you, and the future you. If you wanna love someone and have someone love you back, you gotta learn to love yourself, and the 3 you's are the key. Be GRATEFUL to the past you for the positive things you've done. And do favours for the future you like you would for your best bro. Feeling like shit today? Stop a second, think of a good decision you made yesterday. Salad and tuna instead of Big Mac? THANK YOU YOUNGER ME. Was yesterday a nonzero day because you wrote 200 words (hey, that's all you could muster)? THANK YOU YOUNGER ME. Saved up some coin over time to buy that sweet thing you wanted? THANK YOU. Second part of the 3 me's is you gotta do your future self a favour, just like you would for your best fucking friend (no best friend? you do now. You got 2. It's future and past you). Tired as hell and can't get off reddit/videogames/interwebs? fuck you present self, this one's for future me, i'm gonna rock out p90x Ab Ripper X for 17 minutes. I'm doing this one for future me. Alarm clock goes off and bed is too comfy? fuck you present self, this one's for my best friend, the future me. I'm up and going for a 5 km run (or 25 meter run, it's gotta be non zero). MAKE SURE YOU THANK YOUR OLD SELF for rocking out at the end of every.single.thing. that makes your life better. The cycle of doing something for someone else (future you) and thanking someone for the good in your life (past you) is key to building gratitude and productivity. Do not doubt me. Over time you should spread the gratitude to others who help you on your path.

Rule number 3- don't worry i'm gonna too long didnt' read this bad boy at the bottom (get a pencil and piece of paper to write it down. seriously. you physically need to scratch marks on paper) FORGIVE YOURSELF. I mean it. Maybe you got all the know-how, money, ability, strength and talent to do whatever is you wanna do. But lets say you still didn't do it. Now you're giving yourself shit for not doing what you need to, to be who you want to. Heads up champion, being dissapointed in yourself causes you to be less productive. Tried your best to have a nonzero day yesterday and it failed? so what. I forgive you previous self. I forgive you. But today? Today is a nonzero masterpiece to the best of my ability for future self. This one's for you future homes. Forgiveness man, use it. I forgive you. Say it out loud.

Last rule. Rule number 4, is the easiest and its three words. exercise and books. that's it. Pretty standard advice but when you exercise daily you actually get smarter. when you exercise you get high from endorphins (thanks body). when you exercise you clear your mind. when you exercise you are doing your future self a huge favour. Exercise is a leg on a three legged stool. Feel me? As for books, almost every fucking thing we've all ever thought of, or felt, or gone through, or wanted, or wanted to know how to do, or whatever, has been figured out by someone else. Get some books max. Post to reddit about not caring about yourself? Good first step! (nonzero day, thanks younger me for typing it out) You know what else you could do? Read 7 habits of highly successful people. Read "emotional intelligence". Read "From good to great". Read “thinking fast and slow”. Read books that will help you understand. Read the bodyweight fitness reddit and incorporate it into your workouts. (how's them pullups coming?) Reading is the fucking warp whistle from Super Mario 3. It gets you to the next level that much faster.

That’s about it man. There’s so much more when it comes to how to turn nonzero days into hugely nonzero days, but that’s not your mission right now. Your mission is nonzero and forgiveness and favours. You got 36 essays due in 24 minutes and its impossible to pull off? Your past self let you down big time, but hey… I forgive you. Do as much as you can in those 24 minutes and then move on.

I hope I helped a little bit max. I could write about this forever, but I promised myself I would go do a 15 minute run while listening to A. Skillz Beats Working Vol. 3. Gotta jet. One last piece of advice though. Regardless of whether or not reading this for the first time helps make your day better, if you wake up tomorrow, and you can’t remember the 4 rules I just laid out, please, please. Read this again.

Have an awesome fucking day ☺

tldr; 1. Nonzero days as much as you can. 2. The three you’s, gratitude and favours. 3. Forgiveness 4. Exercise and books (which is a sneaky way of saying self improvement, both physical, emotional and mental)

Edit: Wow reddit gold? Thanks! No idea what to do with it or whats the deal but many thanks!

Edit2: Someone asked what I meant by "much more when it comes to how to turn nonzero days into hugely nonzero days". The long and short of it is a simple truth, but it's tough to TOTALLY UNDERSTAND AND PRACTICE. It's this: you become what you think. This doesnt mean if I think of a tree, I'll be oakin' it by august. It means that the WAY you think, the THINGS you think of, and the IDEAS YOU HOLD IN YOUR MIND defines the sum total that is you. You procrastinate all the time and got fear and worry goin on for something? You are becoming a procrastinator. You keep thinking about how much you want to run that 5 k race in the spring and finish a champion? Are ya keeping it in mind all the time? Is it something that is defining your ACTIONS and influencing you DECISIONS? If it is, then you're becoming the champion you're dreaming about. Dreaming about it makes it. Think and it shall be. But do not forget that action is thought's son. Thoughts without actions are nothing. Have faith in whatever it is you've steeled your mind to. Have faith and follow through with action.

Ok, Ryan that's a bunch of nice words n shit, but how does that help me turn slightly nonzero days into hugely nonzero days. Do you believe all these words you just read? Does it makes sense to you that you BECOME WHAT YOU THINK OF? Ask yourself: What do I think of? When you get home and walk in the door. (how quickly did you turn that laptop on? Did turning it on make you closer to your dreams? What would?) At the bus stop. Lunch break. What direction are you focusing your intentions on? If you're like I was a few years ago, the answer was either No direction, or whatever caught my eye at the moment. But no stress, forgive yourself. You know the truth now. And knowing the truth means you can watch your habits, read books on how you think and act, and finally start changing your behaviour. Heres an example: Feeling like bunk cause you had zero days or barely nonzero days? THINK ABOUT WHAT YOURE DOING. and change just a little bit more. in whatever positive direction you are choosing to go.

Edit3: WHOA! This blew up! Major appreciation to Modified_Duck for making this cool ass image: http://i.imgur.com/7xsp7hJ.png

Edit4: Another AMAZING DESKTOP BACKGROUND! http://www.reddit.com/r/GetMotivated/comments/1rowpb/i_made_a_wallpaper_from_uryans01s_amazing_quote/

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“I’m in love” Eijiro Kirishima x reader

Summary: When a spider brings two lovely souls together.

Warnings: Maybe a little cursing

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His soft footsteps against the wood floor was the only thing Kirishima could hear as he paced back to his room. His teeth poked at his bottom lip as he named the doors along the walls.

Uraraka, Jiro, Sero, Aoyama, Y/n, Bakug-

Kirishima’s stopped dead in his tracks as a muffled shriek slipped from under y/n’s door. He stood still for a moment, not sure if he should go in or walk away.

His confusion was short lived when her door swung open and she frantically pulled him inside. Hiding behind him, she pressed herself between his broad shoulders and the door.

Immediately Kirishima’s body stiffened and his face flushed. One of his large hands came up to grasp the one on his shoulder as he surveyed her room. There were murals all over the walls. The paintings were beautiful, but obviously unfinished, he could tell she had been working by the numerous bottles of paint and paint brushes all over the floor and table.

“What wrong L/n?” He was confused as to what could have her of all people so spooked, expecially since they had only moved into the dorms two days ago.

“There’s a spider, on the window seal” she whispered, gripping his shoulder. It was dark outside, but under her lights he could see the shilloute of the little creature.

The red head surpressed his initial chuckle, moving away from the girl’s hold. He grabbed a paper towel from the roll on her table and picked up the spider, killing it in the process. He moved to throw it away but was stopped by y/n’s voice.

“No don’t throw it away! Flush it!” He laughed, bringing the paper towel into her bathroom, which was also littered in paintings.

Once the spider was long gone, kirishima emerged from the bathroom, taking a long look around the room.

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” Y/n exhaled goofily.

“No problem, that’s what a hero does!” Kirishima smiled.

“It looks awesome in here, are you gonna finish it all tonight?”

Y/n cracked her neck and sighed.

“That’s the plan. You can stay here and watch if you’d like.” She replied, sitting down in a chair that was facing the wall. Kicking off his shoes, the red head followed suite, sitting cross legged on her bed and watching her work.

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“Kiri, you have big hands, come here.” She mumbled.

“Huh?” He asked, getting up to stand at her side. Kirishima wastched as y/n dumped a couple bottles out on the table.

“Dip your hands in it and splatter the wall as best as you can.” She smiled.

“Y/n i don’t think I can-“ y/n cut him off by dipping her finger in red paint and dragging it across the side of his face.

“You can’t mess up, I trust you.” The red head huffed with a smile, slowly dipping his palm in paint and making a slick hand print on her neck.

“Kirishima! Oh it is on!” Y/n giggled.

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“Hold still, hold still.” Y/n mumbled, sitting up on Kirishima’s shoulders to finish a piece off on the bathroom ceiling. Her body and clothes were covered in dried painted hand prints, and Kirishima was no better.

“I’m almost done, don’t worry.” She stated.

“Take your time L/n, you’re not heavy at all.” He replied, hands still on her thighs. Y/n stopped for a moment to look down. The two met eyes for a moment and immediately turned away, faces red.

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“Now curl your wrist, just like that.” Y/n mumbled, her hand over Kirishima’s as he drew a butterfly on the space above her bed. He was sitting on his knees at the head of her bed, y/n snuggled tightly between the headboard and his chest. He breathed in deeply, smelling the oh so sweet smell of her shampoo, he liked it. Kirishima immediately exhaled when he finished, silently greatful he didn’t ruin anything on the wall of her room.

“Good job! It looks great.” Y/m smiled.

“Now sign your name at the bottom so I can tell people the infamous Red Riot did a drawing in my room.”

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“Staying still, eyes closed, let the world just past me by!” Kirishima sang, holding a paintbrush like a microphone.

“Shhhh, it’s past midnight, if Bakugou comes in here I’m letting you handle it!” Y/n giggled, painting the back of her door.

Kirishima ignored her,grabbing her wrists and pulling her to his chest.

“Dance with me L/n!” He giggled. Y/n rolled her eyes, but nevertheless she danced and mumbled the song along side her friend.

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“It tickles.” Kirishima giggled, eyes closed as y/n held his chin.

“If you sneeze I’m gonna kick you.” Y/n cackled, running a paintbrush over his nose.

“That’s animal abuse!”

“You’ll be fine!......There I’m done.” She mumbled, leaning back and looking over her work. She had painted whiskers and a nose onto his pale skin, successfully making him look like a cat.

“Don’t I look, purrr-fect?” He smiled, winking at her.

“Oh my gosh get outtt!” She laughed.

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As things began to tone down, Kirishima watched, listening as y/n hummed along to the smooth music playing in the background. He studied her face, the way her eyebrows scrunched with every flick of her paintbrush. Then his eyes trailed over the mural on the wall. It was a painting of a woman with flowing hair surrounded in roses and petals.

“I hope I’m not distracting you, but what are you painting on that wall?” Y/n smiled, making Kirishima blush.

“Aphrodite. She’s she’s the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, passion and procreation. Shes most beautiful woman who’s ever lived.”

“Really?” He hung on her every word, sighing as her smooth voice bounced in his head.

“They say if you ever have the honor of being visited by her, she’ll look like the most beautiful person in your eyes. Everything you find attractive will be realized into one person, even things you didn’t know you liked. Some people even claimed that their spouses were Aphrodite, but I assume they were just madly in love.”

His gaze was glued to her face now. Memorizing the way her lips pursed and her eyes lit up when she spoke. There was something about her that he couldn’t put a finger on. He felt...special around her. Like when he was with her he really was someone important.

“Im little curious....what would your Aphrodite look like?” She asked, catching his gaze. The red head blushed, bright read, fumbling with his words. Y/n giggled, turning back to her wall and continuing.

“Forget it, it’s a silly question.”

He didn’t have the guts to say she was his Aphrodite.

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“Aaaand we’re done!” Y/n sighed, leaning back dramatically on her bed. Kirishima chuckled as she stretched, looking over all their work. There wasn’t a bit of the room that was visibly it’s original color.

“It looks amazing, you’re really talented!” He praised.

“Nah it just looks good because I had you here, she mumbled, her eyes closed. The two sat in comfortable silence for a long while. So long that Kirishima could have sworn she was asleep.

“What time is it?” Y/n asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Almost 5am.” He replied.

“Wanna watch a studio Ghibli movie?” Y/n asked with a devious smirk.

“Of course”

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It wasn’t until the sun was peaking through the window and y/n was fast asleep against his bare chest did Kirishima finally pick up his phone.

‘Guys? I need help.’

Bakubro: What did you do this time, shitty hair?

Flex Tape: what’s up bro?

Pikachu: You’re not in jail right?

Strawberry Lemonade: Jail Trip Time!

‘Nono, I’m not in trouble.’

‘It’s just I’

‘Okay so, I spent the night with L/n last night.’

Strawberry Lemonade: 😏

Pikachu: WAIT DONT TELL ME YOU—

Bakubro: SO THATS WHY IT WAS SO FUCKING LOUD

‘WAIT NO WE DIDNT DO ANYTHING’

‘I just helped her paint.’

Flex Tape: Laaaamee

Strawberry Lemonade: Then whats the problem?

‘I think I’m love.’

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