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cryptidcorners · 6 months

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hi c: i was hoping i could request smth like reader doesn't like her laugh bc she got like made fun of it in like highschool so she like when she does laugh around mike she gets like really embarrassed and mike is like ???? i like your laugh C: (SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE LOLOL) have a great day :)

Mike Schmidt x F!Reader - Pretty Laugh

Description: Mike finds his girlfriend's laugh adorable, and is incredibly shocked to find she's embarrassed about it . Requested by anon .

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Girlfriend!Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Mike Rambling, Romantic, Cute Stuff, Slice of Life, Encouragement, Slight Protective Mike

Warnings: Some mentions of bullying . Not too severe .

Check out my TOS before reading . Thank you ! + MIKE SCHMIDT MASTERLIST

"I'm sorry," you choked back a harsh giggle. "my laugh."

Mike's smile softened as he caught his breath, eyes fluttering, "What are you talking about?" his tone was breathy from the aftermath of giggling so hard. You shyly averted your eyes away with a gentle shrug, "It's annoying."

Mike's brow arched immediately, already puzzled. "Annoying? Who told you that?" his tone sharpened. He stayed closer to you, hand wrapped around yours with a desperate gaze. You assured him quickly with a gesture, "Oh, no, no. Nobody said anything." You sighed, "I mean, right now."

Mike frowned, resembling some defeat pup. It ached him to see you blue, even if it was something minor. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was slow and already growing tender. He watched your gaze narrow and immediately reeled back, "I mean, we don't need to. We can keep talking if you'd like," Admittedly, you felt silly talking about something that happened years ago, but, Mike never judged you. So it never hurt to open up.

You lightened your chest with a rough exhale, "No, no. I should. I really should," Mike scooted closer, giving you the comfort of leaning on him slightly. His presence always invited you in, even during the darkest of times. "Well, in highschool, I was constantly made fun of, like, by everyone. Because of my laugh. They'd try to make me giggle so I could do it, and it'd be so embarrassing." You explained, "Even my friends teased me, and did the same thing. It got to the point where I'd just avoid seeing people or trying my best to seem out of it. Called me a witch, clown, you name it. Now, I'm just . . . a little insecure about it? I never told anyone."

Mike broke the silence, "I think your laugh is pretty."

"Really?"

He nodded and cupped your face. He started kissing you gently, lightly pecking your face with ticklish signs of affection. You couldn't help but giggle, "Mike, what are you doing?" and yet, you were hugging him tightly.

"I wanna hear you laugh more, obviously." He answered, "And I want to make you love it as much as I do,"

You pulled him in, smiling infectiously. "You're so cheesy, but I love it."

Mike chuckled. You had no idea how he made your heart soar just by complimenting you. You melted in his touch, truly comfortable wrapped around his arms. "Thank you,"

Mike gazed at you warmly, "You're welcome." and he was already thinking about all the ways he could make you laugh.

A.N: this was so cute I'm dying actually!!!

#💤 mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #fnaf #josh hutcherson #writing #writers on tumblr #fnaf movie #💌 request!

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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Howdy, so I don't know if you have seen The Last of Us, but if you have, you know the scene where Joel saves Ellie from the hospital and he just ploughs through everyone and its like wow -///-

I just think it would be a really cool like drabble if this was a Din x reader fic? Only if you wanted to write it though!! Also I'm so happy that I'm on your taglist for inevitable because I jump to read it every time that I see that I've been tagged, it has me in a chokehold and the way that you write the reader is so damn good.

Your writing is something that brings comfort to me every week, and the way you interact and talk to your followers is so sweet. I love coming back from a stressful day to sit down somewhere comfortable to enjoy your work.

Anyways thanks for reading this ramble of an ask and I hope that you're doing well :)

[a/n]: combining some stuff here! this is for the anon who asked for this scene AND for @cockscombkingdom who asked for a fic in Din's POV where he takes care of reader and keeps her safe. I started with the plan to make this very sweet and fluffy and I'm not gonna lie a little darkness seeped into it. my bad.

also in case it isn't abundantly clear i am a joel miller apologist thx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injuries, mild dark!din (if you squint and/or have a problem with murder)

Word Count: 1,440

Summary: You were selfless. You gave and you gave and you gave. The universe planned to only take more, but Din Djarin would be damned if he let it.

LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

"you'd just come after her." -Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din was worried about you. He was always worried about you because you were always on his mind. It couldn’t be helped. Somebody had to because it seemed like you were perpetually too worried about everyone else. Din admired that about you. He always had. You went out of your way to help anyone and everyone who approached. You had a heart that was always willing to give, and it left you too little to use for yourself.

When the two of you first began traveling together, he noticed that about you. Sometimes you’d get so preoccupied watching Grogu you’d forget to eat. Peli had once put you to work, organizing her tools as part of the payment to fix the Razor Crest, and you had been so focused on getting the work done well that you had taken no breaks and ended up dehydrated and weak under Tatooine’s hot suns. It’s why the mission he was delivering you to made such simple sense to him. You were special, is what you told him. Din knew you were special, felt it, but it was for very different reasons. According to you, there was something in your blood, some type of cell, that could cure a lot of people of some terrible, terrible disease spreading through a world in the Outer Rim.

Din tried to keep his distance from you. Tried to not get attached. But you were so selfless, that it naturally brought out his protective side. He couldn't help but care for you, but caring for you as a responsibility had quickly turned to loving you along the way. Din didn’t know a lot about love. Didn’t have much experience with it, lust was easier to grasp, and that left him confused most of the time. Din had no idea how to express what he felt for you, how to explain it in words, so he did the only thing he could do. Din took care of you. Kept you safe when he stopped to pick up quarries, made sure you remembered to eat and drink water, reminded you to go to bed and when you would eventually forget anyways he’d carry you there himself. Din didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, but what he did know was that being without you made his heart physically ache and protecting you brought him happiness.

Maybe that’s all he needed to know.

‘It’ll be okay.’ You had promised him with a smile that made your features glow. ‘Shouldn’t take long.’

That had been hours ago. Din delivered you to the medical facility as he had been hired, but when you hadn’t come back out he sought after you. It’s why he now sat in a small room, Imperials flanking the door, as he simmered in disdain. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Mandalorian.” A man stepped into the room. A doctor from the looks of it with thin, round rimmed glasses. The name ‘Pershing’ pinned to his lapel. Din stayed silent. “I was under the impression that you had been paid. Was there an issue?”

“No.” Din replied. “Where is she?”

Dr. Pershing paused and shook his head as if confused. Din tilted his head a bit, an obvious threat in body language, and the doctor was smart enough to realize this. He nervously cleared his throat. “She is being prepared for her operation.” Din narrowed his eyes in confusion. You told him they’d just need your blood. “There is no reason for you to stay.”

“I promised her a ride back.”

There was a tense silence that filled the room at his words. Din watched the doctor squirm where he stood and he needed no further clarification. He shoved up from the table, prepared for a fight, when the Imperials leveled their own weapons at him before he could reach his blaster.

Dr. Pershing held his hands up in a placating manner. “She will be a hero. After we drain her of all her blood, we can make a cure. There’s a 65% chance this will work and save the people of this world.” Din was fuming under his armor. Drain your blood? They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for something that only had a 65% chance of even working. “She will not be in pain! She’s been put under! She will not feel a thing, and we did not scare her with the news.” Din staggered back as if he had been physically hit. Was this man saying… Dr. Pershing confirmed Din’s thoughts. “We did not tell her this would kill her. We spared her that misery. She went under anesthesia peacefully.”

The words echoed in Din’s head loudly. As if a bomb had gone off right beside him and left him deaf and blind. He walked on autopilot as the Imperials escorted him through the building toward the exit. They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for a shot in the dark cure. Din was literally paces to the door when his boots stilled. The Imperials shoved him, tried to get him to move, threatened to shoot him, and then Din snapped.

With the practiced precision of a bounty hunter and Mandalorian who spent most of his life in a fight, Din spun and cut down the Imperials in one swift movement. The darksaber glowed angry in his hands, casting threatening shadows down the hall. Never before had the sword worked so well for him, but as Din marched through the facility it was practically an extension of himself. Blaster fire pinged off his beskar and he did not hesitate. If a person stepped into his path he eliminated them. Cold. Ruthless. A predator. Din stalked the medical facility searching for you, and he left a wake of death and destruction in his path.

When he finally caught sight of you, through a window into some kind of clean room. Din felt his heart flutter in his chest. The first twinge of emotion since starting this rampage. It was a reminder of why he was doing this. A reminder that his actions were necessary.

Din stormed into the room, his eyes not leaving your unconscious form as you laid on a table in a hospital gown. The staff in the room panicked in a flurry, and one of them⏤ maybe the doctor maybe a nurse, Din didn’t even register who the kriff it was⏤ rushed him in a poor attempt to stop this onslaught. Din cut them down without blinking. Without taking his eyes off of you. The second you were in his arms, Din felt marginally settled. He wasn’t going to lose you, couldn’t lose you. Din had sworn to himself that he’d take care of you, it was all he knew how to do, and he wasn’t going to stop for the sake of anyone.

Not even the sake of a world.

As Din carried you out of the building it occurred to him that he may be dooming an entire population of people. This world’s chances of survival were dropping from 65% to 0%. He knew that he should care. He knew that this information should bother him. That it should make his steps more hesitant and make his chest ache in indecision, but it didn’t. His choice had never been more clear to him. It was either this world or you. Din was choosing you. He’d always choose you.

When back on the ship, Din had only carried you a few steps when gasping could be heard. He turned around to see Dr. Pershing at the end of the ramp holding a blaster at him. The man was breathing hard, face red, as if he had sprinted all the way here to stop this from happening. Din had to admire his dedication. The man believed in this cause so much he was willing to go head to head with a Mandalorian who had just single handedly cleared out a medical facility.

“I can’t let you do this.” Dr. Pershing snapped. “You’re dooming this world if you take her!”

A blaster fired. Dr. Pershing stumbled back, a hole in his chest, and Din held his blaster firm in his hand. Your legs draped over that arm had hidden his weapon well. A strangled gasp left the man’s lips and he collapsed into a motionless pile. Din shook his head, responding to a dead man’s words, “I don’t care.”

Din would protect you under any and all circumstances.

Was that love?

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scaras-silly-girl · 9 months

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hi!! may i request sfw and maybe some nsfw headcanons of polyamorous 5wirl (venti, xiao, kazuha, heizou and scara) x fem!reader?

oml anon ily and ur big brain, sorry this took so long but poly anemo boys are here🙏💕 hope this is up to ur expectations!

☆sfw☆

your relationship definitely gets a little messy at times, your boyfriends do tend to butt heads when it comes to you

i'd say scara and xiao are definitely the more possessive of your lovers, tossing scowls at each other from time to time but staying respectful for your sake. the bonus about these two is scary dog privileges, of course any of your boyfriends would get someone making unwanted advances to fuck off, but a glare from the vigilant yaksha or ex harbinger is sure to make them shiver.

you'll often find heizou and kazuha hanging out and more than willing to let you into their conversation. kazuhas fingers toying with your hair, soft voice lulling you into a state of bliss, only broken from your trance to giggle with heizou and squeeze his hand. times like these are definitely some of the most peaceful, but all that is changed when venti is added to the mix

the eccentric bard always adds a layer of chaos to your predicaments, tossing his head into your lap and inserting himself into the conversation. every few minutes or so venti will lean up to give you a kiss, catching you off guard every time and leaving you in a flurry of giggles. heizou will play onto venti's antics, teasing you and demanding kisses of his own.

you always end up covered in their love, kazuha's arms wrapped around you from behind, pressing kisses to your cheek or neck. venti's lips suction against your own, switching places with heizou from time to time. sometimes you'll vaguely hear xiao or scara breathing softly as they watch, akward and unsure of how to join in.

affection with scara and xiao always ends up a little more private, both men are rather akward about showing their love, but you make it work. spending your evenings with xiao on the roof of wangshu inn, fingers interlocked and the tiniest smile on his face.

yet again, venti is the one most comfortable with your other boyfriends. he usually tags along when you're watching the lantern rite with xiao. xiao is definitely the most anxious about showing affection, worried about overstepping or his karmic debt harming you. he's the type to let you randomly sit down on his lap, loosely holding you while you're rambling about something to him or another one of your lovers.

you do your best to communicate with all parties involved in your relationship, and for the most part, it works out well, except for scara... he closes himself off more often than not, too prideful to simply ask you for anything or talk to you. he'll drag you away from whatever you're doing if he wants you to spend time with him, something that always makes heizou roll his eyes. you're definitely gonna have to work on that with scara...

the best part of your days are often night, when you plan to curl up with one of your boys. laying back to back with kazuha or letting venti practically tackle you to the bed, sometimes you can even get scara to cuddle with you whereas heizou happily will. xiao doesn't need sleep, he hasn't slept in so long that he couldn't if he wanted to, but he doesn't mind when you grab his arm, drifting off at his side.

my biggest thought is cuddle pile of the century, fitting all 5 of your lovers onto your bed. heart beat quickening as the squabble over being the one to hold you. you always drift off surrounded by the people you love and wake up nearly upsidedown, surrounded by them still.

☆nsfw☆

despite kazuha's willingness to share you with the other boys, this is where he especially, along with the others, get more possessive

there have been nights where you're just passed around, being used for who knows how long at this point. the boys take turns with your mouth and pussy, words ranging from praises, being called a good girl and a cute slut, to teasing and degrading, being told how much more you can take and how needy you must be

fucking you is a competition, who can make you feel the best? who can make you cum the most? if you're into over stimulation, this is the life for you. even though all five boys want you for themselves, they do all agree that you're beautiful tearing up as your pussy is devoured.

now in terms of how all the boys are in bed, xiao is definitely the roughest. he doesn't mean to slam into you so hard, but you feel so warm and snug, he can't help it. when he isn't being a bratty bottom, scara is the only one who comes close to xiao's harshness, degrading you whenever his lips aren't latched onto yours. kazuha's a direct contrast, treating you like a princess. he enjoys softer sex and lives to pleasure you.

venti is definitely one to tease you, taking pleasure in your whines as he slows his pace right before you cum. he's definitely the type to tease you in public, hand resting a little too close to your inner thigh... heizou is like this is well, he's the kinkiest of the group, liking to tie you up or even use hand cuffs. he'll restrain you and rub your clit for what feels like an eternity, finally letting you cum when your eyes are puffy from tears.

all five are great on their own, but toying with a couple or all of them will be your end. even when you're a horny mess, no matter who's dick you've sank onto, they all love you so much♡

#cherry ☆ writes #genshin x reader #18+ content #5wirl x reader #scara x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader fluff #genshin x reader smut

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Sick Day

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,028

Warnings - colds, medicine, mentions of Goose and Carole, mostly just fluff

Summary - you're sick with a cold but thankfully your dad is by your side to help you feel better

A/N - hey y'all it's new fic time! this was a lovely anon request so I hope I did the idea justice because I always wanna do right by y'all! I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Like every child. You were prone to getting sick quite easily. At four years old, your immune system was still developing and so it was easy for a small bug that wouldn’t bother someone like Bradley to bother you. It always broke Bradley’s heart when you were unwell because there was only so much, he could do to make you feel better and he felt powerless.

This particular instance, you weren’t massively ill. You were running a slight temperature and you had a bad cough, but Bradley was relieved when he took you to the doctor’s and learnt it wasn’t cause for concern. As long as he kept you home to rest, gave you medicine and plenty of fluids, you’d recover in no time. When he had arrived home from the doctor’s, he called your kindergarten and told them you wouldn’t be in for a few days before texting Maverick to let him know he needed to be at home until you were well enough to go back to kindergarten. Bradley then took you upstairs, figuring you’d want to rest in your comfy bed.

“Okay, y/n/n. You wait right here and I’m going to get you some medicine. Sound good?” Bradley asks as he goes to put you down on your bed, only stopping when you whine in protest and cling tighter to him.

“No, daddy. Don’t leave.” You whine hoarsely, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Oh, honey, you’ll feel better if you rest. I’ll come back.” Bradley tries bargaining with you, fighting to not crumble when you pull away slightly and give him your famous puppy dog eyes.

“Wanna stay with you.” You whine once more, making Bradley fall apart right then and there.

“Okay, fine. Come on. Let’s find you some of your medicine.” Bradley says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom where the medicine cabinet was. He manages to find your medicine easily since it was at the front of the cabinet, but he had a much more difficult time trying to open the bottle and pour it on the spoon when you were refusing to let him put you down which meant he only had one free hand.

“Alright y/n/n. I have to put you down, okay? It’ll be quick, I promise. I’ll sit you right here in front of me, give you the medicine and then you can have some more cuddles. Does that sound like a plan?” He bargains, sitting you on the counter right in front of him as promised and sorted out your medicine as quickly as humanly possible. Your bottom lip juts out in a pout when Bradley brings the spoon of medicine towards your mouth, and you shake your head fervently in protest.

“Yucky.” You state, glaring at the spoon in front of you as Bradley shakes his head with a soft laugh. Oh, if Carole and Goose could see him now, they’d be laughing their heads off. Carole always told Bradley that when he was younger and he got ill, he’d be an absolute menace when it came to taking his medicine so much so that his parents had to tag team in order to get him to take it. It was clear you inherited your hatred of medicine from your father.

“I know. But it’ll make you feel so much better.” Bradley says, watching as you consider his words before looking back up at him.

“Promise?” You ask, beginning to trust your dad but needing the promise to solidify your choice.

“I promise, sweetheart. Now come on. Open wide, this plane’s gotta land somewhere.” Bradley then says, miming as if the spoon was one of the jets he flew and ‘flew’ it towards your mouth, even mimicking the sounds of the engine as you giggle before taking the medicine once it reaches you. Once you’ve swallowed the medicine, Bradley puts everything away and scoops you up once more in his arms.

“There we go. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bradley questions with a grin as he bounces you on his hip slightly, eliciting a laugh from you that was quickly replaced by a cough.

“Okay, let’s get some rest, shall we? Do you want to lie on the sofa and watch a movie?” Bradley then asks, getting a nod from you as you wind your arms around his neck and snuggle closer. Bradley heads downstairs with you in his arms, first making a trip to the kitchen to fill a bottle with water for you and grabbing a few snacks before heading into the living room. Jokingly groaning as he eases himself to sit down after putting the bottle and snacks down on the coffee table. He lies across the sofa with you atop his chest and he pulls the blanket that sat on the sofa across the two of you tucking it around you more than himself.

“I wanna watch Lilo and Stitch please.” You request, snuggling as close as humanly possible while Bradley nods, finding the movie and hitting play before he wrapped his arms around you to give you the cuddles, he bragged had healing qualities. You barely made it half an hour into the movie before dropping off to sleep. Bradley looked down at you to check on you and smiled softly to himself. He knew from the second he laid down with you that it was just a matter of minutes before you’d fall asleep. You hadn’t slept well through the night before, and he knew the medicine could cause drowsiness. Bradley wanted you to get more sleep so he remains still so you can get the rest you need. He carefully placed the back of his hand against your forehead and was glad to discover your temperature had gone down since he last checked. Bradley then pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, running a gentle hand up and down your back as he allowed his own eyes to slip shut so he could join you in sleep.

Sick days weren’t fun for anyone. But with a dad like Bradley, you knew you were in the best possible hands.

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sciderman · 2 months

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I also tried to find that Peter neurodivergent post recently and yup, vanished. But anyway, I just read your post and tags responding to that other person's ask saying they can't find it. I really really don't think you sound stupid (not that I'm a professional either).

That post hit deep for me because as someone very new to getting therapy, it reminded me of my first session (in which I said, do I have audhd or what?). My therapist told me first thing "there's a lot of overlap between these traits you're listing and trauma". I kinda sat back like 🧍she said what's more important is making sure I'm functioning, coping... That not everything needs a label unless I really want one. I went home and asked my housemate (who's currently doing their psychology masters) and she said, "yeah, both often get misdiagnosed for the other".

That kinda changed my whole perspective on everything and so reading your post brought me back to that. Hoo, emotional and stuff,,

Enough rambling though, my points are:

• Thank you for saying that, it meant a lot (I'm kinda crying haha)

• You're right about it all to my knowledge!

• I hope everything's okay with you and you're happy with what stuff will mean for you ❤️ good luck and all that!

(sorry for the essay)

bless you anon!! i'm really proud of you for taking the steps into therapy, and i really hope that it's a helpful experience in getting to understand yourself better! wishing you so, so much luck on your journey, anon!

i definitely think labels aren't for everyone - and sometimes, sometimes they can be a stifling thing. it's a fantastic thing when you need to simplify something to explain to someone else - especially fantastic when you need someone else to make considerations for you. i find i only really use labels when i need someone else to understand something about me in a simple sort of a way. so i say "bisexual" when i need to explain myself quickly, but it's a shorthand, and there's probably a much more complicated label that might fit me better - pan, maybe, but who has time or courage to explain pan to a 50-something-white-guy - certainly not i, so - for ease of understanding, i'll put myself in that box.

i think labels are fantastic when they make your life simpler - but sometimes they can do the adverse when you realise they don't fit as well as you'd thought. when you need a label to fit, and you feel that pressure to fit into it when - actually, actually, you are more complicated than that. then - then, you might realise, the label isn't for you, and you can either hunt down another or - be easy with the fact that you're a unique beast, and not everything will fit all the time. there's overlap, and every brain case is so so unerringly unique to the person.

it's like lgbt+ labels, lord knows, the kids are inventing a new one every week because there's no way to encompass everyone's unique approach to attraction. we can say "this is me, and you might feel similar" and that helps - but truly, no human is 1:1. no experience is 1:1. one of you watched cats (2019) and it irreparably altered your viewpoint on the world once you saw fuzzy idris elba dance on the screen. one of you (mercifully) didn't, and didn't sustain that trauma. you're different.

i hope any explanations you get help you move forwards, anon! but i hope you're also comfortable in the knowledge that there ain't no thing like you, 'cept you! (and i love you)

#sci speaks

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moshieee · 1 month

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Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Oh hi @bixell-pixell I'll include you even if we're not mutuals I think you're pretty chill all things considered

That's kinda it idk you that well

Anyways

You didn't specify so I'm going to list all my mutuals in the order of oldest to newest on my following page that I remember sorry of I missed anyone and for the @ s

*inhales*

@e-the-village-cryptid (I don't have a tag for e yet but it would probably just be E)

Not only the first person who I became friends with here but also the first one I ever started sharing my stories with, even if we don't talk too much I'm glad Every time we do and I see them on my dash, (they bring some of my favorite posts and when I do send posts sometimes I mix up and send them their own reblogs) I'm so glad we're still friends, thanks for letting me ramble about stuff for 6 hours hehe

@jaqofallgenders (no tag for jaq yet either)

my in person friend and the longest friendship I've ever had with someone, love you 🫶. I'll be more specific on Monday if our ADHD doesn't kick in and make us both forget

@strawberry-seal77 (seal-berry!!!)

Hi hi hi yellows my friend 👋 the person I consider to be the second ever friend I made on here, a lovely person as well and wait waaa and an amazing artist too 👀??? Love you silly goofball and the amazing posts and jokes you have we should chat more often I thinkith.

@rabid-mercenary16 (Rabid jumpscare)

Hey hey hey .... BWAMP! Hope you feel better soon

I probably have the most to say about Rabid but all try to make it a bit shorter. besides being the first artist to do art jokes and include me, with we also became mutuals and interacting around a time when my life started to get a lot better. Even if she's not the only factor in that I definitely associate her with stuff improving, and she did play a big factor in it (I already explained a lot on my Valentine's Day gift to her and the others). Also she's just an awesome person to spend time with and be goofy, amazing sense of humor and I just love being friends with such an awesome person and artist.

@dia-smthidk (Dia fren)

I'm assuming you don't want a bowl of soup

I also said a lot about them in my Valentine's Day gift, but we've become closer friends sense then even if we don't get to chat as much as I'd like to. I relate a lot and am surprised how we have so much in common. Amazing artist and person as well and I wish we could hang out more, idc if they think they're bringing down the mood when/if they bring stuff up about irl, and maybe I won't figure out their timezone but oh well, please take care of yourself gender sibling.

@bunnybunnsowo (BUN BUN BROTHER!!)

little brother 🫶🫶💝💞🫶✨👋❤️!!!

(I could have sworn we became mutuals before Dia?)

another person I shared a lot about with the Valentine's Day gift, I love you my little brother! Seriously one of the kindest people I've met and I'm so glad they have bug in his life. Bun deserves the world and they keep sending me opposum images!!! Gona die from cuteness and his kindness one of these days istg

@spookykittyzzz (greaah why don't I have a tag for you???)

A very kind person and artist I don't know too much sense we're not that close yet but love the few chats we have had so far. Hope we get to hang out more even if I'm awful at reaching out to others and saying hi.

@glitchyk (goop buddies)!!

Nooo the parallels

One of the first people who was interested to deep dive into my creations and ask about my stories and worlds They're probably competing with Rabid with how much I have to say about her/silly. Seriously it's incredible how much we have in common and now I get to share and collaborate our sonas stories together it's amazing. And as someone once said "you can yap for hours". I love how creative and clever they are, I just wish they would be kinder to herself. One day I'll make glichy see how awesome she is.

@unfunnyaceartist (Floridian disadvantage) I feel like I should change that

When I say I was shookith when ace asked to be friends I mean I was shookith first person so show up and ask that (the others kinda just happened). Amazing artist and don't believe her lies she is funny. I'm so heckn glad we're friends., love the goofy and silly idc if she's a bit of a simp they've helped me a lot start to understand slang and references I'm supposed to understand shhshsh (such is the curse of how I grew up) we need to make our mafia sonas interact at some point I can already imagine the chaos /silly

@neptunestoast (plushy slime)

Hugs hugs hugs*

Trying my best not to baby talk I swear. amazing person first person to show up and be like "hey I Wana do something for you and your friends". Love their humor and another gender sibling!!! Hugs for ever for as long as they're ok with it. I love their creativity as well and Noodle is so adorable. I just want to pick them up in a hug so much. Kibbity/silly

@ner5y (no tag woops ill figure something out)

What are you doing here??? How are we friends???

I was absolutely confused and startled when they followed me especially since it was during a spoons argument . Amazing artist like holy heck I wish I was allowed to curse on this blog. Their humor also took me by surprise when I got invited to the discord, and even if they doubt how well they're running it I think they're doing amazing. And I love our silly interactions like this one

@vexation-816 (chaotic ADHD buddy!!!)

Why did it take me so long to follow you istg

ADHD ADHD ADHD my buddy oh pal we both got that and it's driving us insane/silly. Love how creative he is and the ideas for his sona and character lore. Also one of the first people who shared a character they added to my nightlight au. This is getting twords the end and I'm tired of whiting so much and am on a timer oh no. But your amazing dude don't ever forget thag

@butlerbugbunny (anxiety bunny buddy)

This is why I didn't respond to the DM yet hshsh

New friend who I feel anxious talking to sometimes but a wonderful kind bunny who I'm also incredibly happy to be friends with. Love his art so much it's amazing (shoot shoot timer is going off) I'm glad he's their for bun and wish them the best I possibly can 🫶.

@lilithloves-you (lillith my be-loathed?) need to change that

Don't you dare bring up grilled cheese

Glitchys friendo who I'm also friends with now. We don't interact too much but I've sent her on missions to go hug glitchy (to help both of them feel better but shhh). I hope we become closer friends in the future.

#god this is a lot anyways im off to the store now #mutuals #E #seal-berry #Rabid jumpscare #bun bun brother #dia fren #goop buddies #Floridian disadvantage #plushy slime #anxiety bunny buddy #Lilith my be-loathed?

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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can you make an enemies to lovers with robin x reader <33

You're You

Robin Buckley X fem!reader

Summary: You think Robin hates you, and you're jealous of her being with Steve. Both of you with pent-up frustrations, an argument was bound to happen... But you never expected it to go like this.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/tags: Super angsty, frustrated gays, short steamy make-out, no smut, use of (y/n), language

A/N: I hope this doesn't feel too all over the place lol thanks to my bestie @itsreallydumb for the enemies to lovers help. Bless u 😅 And thank you for the request anon!

The Hawkins home team lost, and while in their home football field nonetheless. Everyone was bummed out, especially after the whole marching band knocked it out of the park that night. It had surprised you how well you all managed to get your act together when prep had felt so chaotic. But you did, and the team losing had dampened the mood. So, in an effort to bring the mood up, everyone decided to go as a group to the new ice cream stand next to the park.

You changed clothes and carpooled with some friends, all of you buzzing with the adrenaline of the night. Before you knew it, you were standing in line for ice cream behind none other than Robin Buckley. Once you realized that, you prayed she wouldn't turn around and see you were the one behind her.

Yes, you were in the same band group, but she only ever threw you heavy glares when you met eyes. It always made you turn away. You would never admit it, but deep down she intimidated you, all with her dumb pretty eyes and stupid beaming smiles. The guy she was with, not so much. Steve was a dork, but you intended to keep your distance from him as well. They seemed happy together. The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in their relationship somehow. Sure, they never announced any relationship, but you got a certain vibe from them.

Pining felt like an understatement when it came to Robin. You never understood why she glared at you, but somehow you still found yourself falling for her. You loved her sense of style and she wasn't half bad at trumpet. You could pick out her laugh in a crowd, always giving you a boost when you heard it. You adored listening to her ramble on in class when she would present a project too. She seemed to do no wrong… except seem to hate you.

In the tiny town of Hawkins, it felt wrong looking at another girl in that way, especially one that didn't like you. But now in senior year of high school, the truth slowly wasn't feeling so wrong. That was until you saw her with Steve so often all of a sudden. Now it felt hopeless… and it made you more jealous than you thought you could get. Angry in fact. While the attraction was still undeniable, it was easier to let her ignore you if you told yourself you were mad at her.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Robin and Steve received their orders. With their leave, you stepped up to the window, tightening the flannel around your waist, and gave your order. Something in a small cup, nothing too big. You didn't want to oversleep the next morning due to sugar coma.

Once you paid and got your order, you began walking over to find the few people in band you got along with the most. Weaving through the small crowd around the stand, you searched until you spotted them over at a picnic table already. You picked up your pace. Out of nowhere, you were cut off by someone whirling around, catching you by surprise and slamming into your chest.

You immediately felt the cold ooze of freezing cold ice cream down your t-shirt and you stumbled back. Your eyes trailed up to see Robin standing just as flabbergasted as you, strawberry ice cream dripping even more so down her shirt. She had changed out of her band uniform and into a white blouse… Now with an added pink splotch right in the center.

Your hand came up in apology. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Robin only grimaced down at her shirt. "Ah, it's uh… Fine," She leaned over and tossed her now empty and crushed ice cream cup into the trash. "Either of you have napkins on you?" She glanced back and forth between you and Steve, her hands pulling at the hem of her shirt.

You both shook your heads, yours much more frantic than Steve's. "They have some bathrooms around back though," You offered. "They probably have paper towels."

She simply nodded and began to stride to the back of the small ice cream stand. You glanced around, from your cup, to your slightly soiled shirt, and then to Steve. Without asking, you put your ice cream in his free hand and dashed to follow Robin. "Woah, hey, I don't-" He tried to argue, but you were gone before he could get any further.

As Robin walked in the bathroom you caught the door behind her, slipping in with her. The bathroom was a single room.

Paper towels ripped and the faucet turned on as Robin began to soak a wad of towels in water. She didn't look at you from the mirror, so you stood awkwardly by the door. What were you supposed to do now? What exactly had been your plan here?

You fumbled anxiously with your hands. "I'm sorry… again," You muttered. She still didn't look at you as she wiped and dabbed at her shirt. The spot looked to be getting bigger. "I can buy you another ice cream?" Once again, no response.

A wave of heat rose up from your gut and your brow came together in annoyance. Why was she ignoring you even now? You were trying to help her.

Eventually she growled and tossed the wet paper towels on the floor with a splat. "Why'd you have to ruin this for me too?" She snapped, aggressively getting more towels from the dispenser.

Your head snaked back in offense. "Too? Look, I've been nothing but nice to you, okay? The least you could do is cut me some slack here."

Robin stopped and looked at you, flames in her eyes. "Nothing but nice? Then why'd you write that note about me?"

You paused a moment, confused. "What note? When?"

"Earlier this year you wrote a dumb note to your buddy Erik about… Like about how I probably had a crusty crotch that smelled like fish?" Her face contorted into disdain as she wildly gestured fresh paper towels. "And now, even though it's completely false, Steve won't stop calling me tuna roll!"

Suddenly it hit you what exactly she was talking about. All the pent up anger at her was suddenly bubbling up out of you at an inappropriate time. "What were you doing looking through my notes? Erik was the only one that saw that and I saw him throw it away." You rolled your eyes. "Plus, that wasn't even about you Ms. The-World-Revolves-Around-Me." You mocked.

Robin barked out a laugh. "You literally used my name. R-O-B," She spelled out as if you were a preschooler.

"Uh, yeah, as in Robert," You smiled deviously. "Mr. Bowen doesn't like when we use his first name. It's an inside joke between me and Erik to call him Robert. I just shortened it that day."

She sighed and shook her head, turning to wet the new paper towels in the sink. "Whatever, I don't believe you."

"Okay, well I got one for you then," You took a step closer to her. "Why have you been such a jerk to me? What the hell else have I 'ruined'?"

She squeezed the extra water from the towels harder than necessary, not meeting your heated gaze in the mirror. "You just stare at me all the time and it makes me feel ways I shouldn't, not to mention you're better in band than me and Mrs. Walsh pays more attention to you and- You know what, no, this doesn't matter," She grumbled, dabbing at her shirt again.

"Uh, yes it does!" You exclaimed, trying to ignore how she said you made her feel. You decided not to read into it, stepping around the sink to face her. "If you have a problem with me, I need to know."

Robin tossed the paper towels into the sink impatiently and finally met your gaze. "My problem is that you're…. You!"

You shook your head, her answer not computing. However, you didn't say anything, distracted slightly by how she actually looked when riled up. Her hair was a little frizzy now and her cheeks were red but in the best way possible. The both of you held your heated stares.

You shook your head again, this time to snap yourself out of your trance. "The fuck does that mean?"

She took a step closer. "It means you're so goddamn distracting that I end up digging through the trash for your stuff!"

Your anger spiked in your chest and you leaned in, accidently looking down at her mouth for a moment too long. "Maybe you should mind your own damn business, Buckley."

She leaned in closer as well. "Maybe you should be less of a bitch."

"Make me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah-"

She grabbed hold of your jaw, pushing you against the rough brick behind you, and pressed her lips to yours. Your breath hitched, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't begging with your eyes for this to happen.

As your lips began to work in unison, you caught a hint of strawberry. Whether it was from the ice cream or her lip gloss, you couldn't tell. But the sweet taste and the feeling of her body on yours caused ripples to vibrate down to your core.

The room was warm and the anger you both manifested together made your breaths like steam on each other's faces. Just as you found yourself getting into a rhythm, Robin pulled away and you opened your eyes to meet her horrified expression.

Her mouth gaped and closed like a fish out of water. "Shit I-.... I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, me too," You uttered before pulling her back in by her dirtied shirt. You picked up where you left off, finding your sinful rhythm on her lips once again. She moaned gratefully and her hands trailed up and pressed to the sides of your head in desperation. You returned the gesture and snaked your arms around her waist, pressing the small of her back closer to you. She let out a hot breath at this and immediately brought her knee to rest between your legs on the wall, leaning her full weight onto you.

You got lost in her deeper than you ever thought you would be able to and yet, it still wasn't close enough. With every movement on her lips you tried to push further into her. She did the same, trying to push herself into you as if you both could meld into one. Grabbing hold of her clothes, you pulled at her body, and as you did so her knee suddenly slid up to your crotch and ground into you.

You gasped at the sensation, pulling your face from hers, meeting the wall at the back of your head. She simply followed, smiling into your face as she continued to assault your mouth.

A sudden banging caused you both to jump out of your skin in each other's clutch.

"Hey Rob, everything okay?" Steve called from the other side of the door.

"Shit, boyfriend," You whispered mostly to yourself. You had gotten so engrossed in the moment you hadn't even thought of Steve.

Robin cocked her head at you with a cheeky half grin. "Yeah, all good!" She called back, voice husky, but not breaking her gaze on you.

"Alright, just checkin," He responded. You heard his footsteps fade as he walked off.

She turned her full attention back on you. "Did you say boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at yourself. You had done exactly what you didn't want to happen. "Yeah, I know you guys haven't announced anything but-"

Her laughter interrupted you and she leaned back to hold her stomach. "(y/n), no, no, no," She giggled, bringing a hand to her face. "Steve and I are completely platonic. He flirts with any other girl he sets his eyes on… And I honestly couldn't give a shit about it. We're not together like that."

"Oh…" You replied dumbfounded. "That's…. Good?"

She nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah. Good." The look in her eyes described exactly how you were feeling in your chest for her. They sparkled with newfound discovery and understanding of one another.

You looked down at her shirt and smiled. "I don't think that stain is coming out."

Robin took a step back and looked down at the stain. Without warning, she began to strip off her shirt. "Here, just give me the button up around your waist."

You stared wide eyed as she lifted it over her head and draped the shirt over the sink. She looked at you expectantly for you to hand her your flannel. However, you were frozen.

She smirked at your stare that fell on her chest clothed in a sports bra. "For fucks sake-" She leaned over and began untying your flannel, her fingers brushing slightly against a spot of your bare waist.

You averted your gaze, a blush returning to your cheeks. Shit, you really weren't going to be able to stop thinking about her after all this.

Robin slipped on your shirt, fumbling as she buttoned it up.

"So, uh…" You started, a thought occurring to you. "Why did you always… glare at me? If you're, ya know… If you feel like this…" You stumbled with your words, hoping she would understand what you were trying to say.

"Damn it, Steve told me they looked like dirty looks too." She looked up at you from the shirt. "I was trying to… be sexy I guess?" She shook her head dismissively.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you laughed a little too loud. "Sexy?" You giggled. "You looked like you wanted me dead!"

"Sorry about that," She laughed, "I'll have to work on that. Here wipe yourself off," She changed the subject and handed you the wet paper towels from the sink. Right, your own shirt was still a mess.

You kept stealing glances at her as you wiped and dabbed the stain, captivated by her working hands. You watched her try to fight a smile and she stepped in front of the mirror, rolling up the sleeves to the mid arm. "This look alright?" She asked, tucking the shirt into her jeans.

"Looks fantastic…" You breathed. You couldn't fight how much you loved seeing her in your clothes.

She smiled knowingly and grabbed your hand, stepping closer to you. "Your clothes are comfy. Now come on," She grabbed and tossed your paper towels into the trash. Her hand tugged yours with her, stepping back, "You owe me another ice cream."

Just as she pulled you away, you swiped her soiled shirt off the sink, intending to try and clean the stain out yourself at home.

"Still want strawberry?" You stumbled behind her.

"Hell yeah. I want to taste it on your mouth again."

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skinandscales-if · 4 months

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Hello Rein! Hope you're doing well :) I wanted to, first, thank you for adding the ability to have disabilities in-game. It means a lot to me and, I'm sure, to others as well <3. I also wanted to know how we'll see the physical disabilities present themselves throughout the game? My MC, like myself, is HOH. I haven't tested other paths (yet!) but I really like what I've seen so far. I'm so curious to see the effects they'll have on the story/MC!!

Hey there! :D I appreciate this message more than you know- I really wanted to make the representation (if limited) significant in game, so I’m really genuinely glad to know that you find it fitting!

I think I’ve mentioned very briefly in some random tags before that the whole story, in its first phases, was extremely personal to me because it happened alongside me recognizing my own mental disabilities, so there’s a lottt of themes centered around concepts of community, care, and how society treats it. I won’t be able to cover all of the nuanced ground a conversation like that deserves, but I can sure as hell write some fictional dragons talking about it !

I’m hoping to make this clear especially to players who make their MC’s disabled in one way or another! There are currently multiple conversations planned about just this between the MC and the cast, with every character with their own relationship to it. For example, Skye is a lot more comfortable talking with someone with visible disabilities like her about her history, while Puck is still getting used to having such company. (sneak peek below the cut at the bottom👀)

So though for now it’s mostly flavortext, I’m really excited to dive into the heftier stuff in future chapters, where the significance really kicks in. It doesn’t make much sense to me for characters to just ignore this, especially when the story so heavily centers around similar themes, yknow?

Anyways! Sorry for the ramble didn’t mean to just talk at you lol but I hope you have a wonderful day anon! <3

[EXCERPT: “Me? Psh- nah.” They reply, lifting a hand and adjusting their glasses as they look back out at the scene ahead of them. The group is still talking. “I'm not nearly that talented. I'm basically half-blind anyways.”

<<if $blindeye is true>>They take a second before whipping their head to look back to you, eyes flashing with worry as they let out a sudden regretful bark of awkward laughter.

“Shit. Not like that. You know what I mean- sorry.”]

#asks #s&s: info #there’s a path in early ch2 where if you’re HOH you can read atlas’s lips and totally spy on him lol #a little difficult to get to but I really enjoy implementing things like this :)#and like. I still won’t be able to write as genuinely as someone like you could #so get out there!!!#write some cool shit!!!#the world needs more fun stories with these perspectives <3 #unrelated: love when I get an ask opening with ‘hey rein’#we are all sending each other mail fr #sneak peek

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dokidoki-muffin · 1 year

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I posted 182 times in 2022

That's 182 more posts than 2021! (edit: lololo not shit sherlock.. this blog didn't exist then 🤣🤣🤣👌)

176 posts created (97%)

6 posts reblogged (3%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@otomiya-tickles

@intheticklecloset

@theatregaymer

I tagged 182 of my posts in 2022

#dokidoki asks - 135 posts

#tickling - 25 posts

#dokidoki thoughts - 24 posts

#art - 21 posts

#dokidoki spice - 20 posts

#not art - 9 posts

#just text xD - 8 posts

#dokidoki requests - 7 posts

#yoi - 7 posts

#yuri on ice - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#can't decide if this is a ramble or a rant xD but honestly just let people enjoy what they enjoy and get on with it xD ^^;;;;``

My Top Posts in 2022:

Anyone here who read Neon Sign Amber by Ogeretsu Tanaka at some point? 🙃 It's still one of my favourite BL mangas to this day! I really love how some of her characters are actually canonically ticklish 💖 This here is inspired by *the moment* from the extra chapter 😳🙈 (For some reason I was motivated for more detailed colours this time)

566 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

I just couldn't leave the other Yuri without tickles >w< How did it come to this? You're free to speculate :P

And yes. I am slowly trying to bring this blog back to life, but I have no plans whatsoever xD So I will just go with the flow ^o^;

618 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

I had quite a few different asks for Sk8 in my inbox, so I tried to combine more characters into this one 🤭✨ Don't ask me, but whenever I see a bratty squirt like Miya, my brain keeps yelling one single thing: Wreck that little shit!!! 😆🔥😈

703 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

I had a bit of extra time today and a decent idea 🤭✨ So there we go!! I hope this is what you wanted anon ^^ (Colo is a bit simpler again because otherwise it takes forever! 😅😬)

762 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Oh, you're sorry? Maybe I should do this every time you mock my cooking 🤔🙃" . Argh fuck it 😂🙈 I originally wanted to write a fic for this as well but I somewhat lost control over my life in October 😬😆 srsly.. there was just so much going on that I barely had time for anything, soooooo for now here's the art post at least 🙄🤣🙈 Yeah. I hope you enjoy it anyway 🙃🙃🙃

817 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #lolololo I didn't know this is a thing XD #But funny to see :3 #ALSO WHATS WITH THE 800+ NOTES? ARE YOU INSANE? XDDD O___O #Anyway thank you all so much for an absolutely fucking amazing year!!!!!! (well quarter year to be exact XD) Much love from this muffin!!!

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simplepotatofarmer · 2 months

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i'm glad you found my message well!! i was really worried, and i'm super glad you're okay. and!! i've been working on a mermaid au that i want to make into a series for you; it's a rivals duo "what a WEIRDO i do NOT LIKE THIS GUY" to "this guy isn't so bad. i'm gonna be friends with him". and it has a Dream design that's a little off-putting uncanny valley effect because that's lowkey my favorite way to design Dream cuz. yes he's intimidating. he's also a little guy and has done nothing wrong in his life. and it has a humanoid Techno! and Skeppy is there too <- rambling a little bit but i hope you find joy in my rambling. you deserve nice things

oh that sounds so cool anon!!!

i love that idea and i do love a slightly off-putting dream design! those can be so cool especially when you can tell the artist still sees him as human or a little guy <3 <3 i can't wait to see what you do! definitely tag me because i'd love to support it <3 <3

but never feel bad about rambling! i love listening to what people have to say about rivals!!

#loyal answers things #sometimes it takes me awhile to answer because i want to think of something good to say but i do my best <3 <3

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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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it's high time that i redid the ✨masterpost✨ of all the shit floating around this blog where i say anything arguably insightful, existential/philosophical, or even just teetering on the cusp of being vaguely intelligent, so voila here you go and fucking enjoy:

worth having a looksie through this: longwinded anon (LWA)✨ masterpost

and then because i am actually so proud of these i did video edits to lewis capaldi (he's my hozier fight me) and im sorry but my beat matching is insane, godlike even:

season 2 (forget me)

season 1 (heavenly kind of state of mind)

also:

did i get emotional over crowley's fall and having to leave behind his creations and aziraphale's various conflicts in faith? you're goddamn right i did (credit to hillywood for the fall scenes that sent me into a frenzy)

stuff that is potentially relevant to s3 or is essentially my safe space to shit on these two incompetent-ass characters for being the most ridiculous beings god ever conceived:

(be warned, all of these will conflict each other bc im a loose cannon, a wildcard, and can't settle on a single thing)

(no seriously my opinion changes over time so interpretations that i once held might no longer be the interpretation that i have now, ya feel me)

you wanted a s3 plot prediction, right?

aziraphale brought an ak-47 to a fist fight and ohooo boy did it have Consequences

god i really ought to work out a tagging system in here, huh - this is my ramble on what i think could have happened during the fall

just a small one on the 1967 scene and the holy water thing (tw: suicide)

crowley found the book of life and tbh it was very james bond of him

saraqael rapidly slotting into my top 5 GO characters based on a singular hc wahoo

fuckin ✨1941✨ (this also upsets ALL of my interpretations of the Final Fifteen which... well what can u do)

a fucking rug just put shivers down my spine

more on raphael/azazel/scapegoat/fall theory, glorious smart anons are feeding me yummy soup

perhaps a more comprehensive rambling on omelas, scapegoats, and Those Promo Photos

an updated maggie rambling why not, she's still giving me a headache (and this ask neatly summarises some stuff too!)

my boy crowley really doesn't like change, does he wee baby (may develop this into a full meta who knows)

you know i think heaven might just be the bad place, i know - shocker

god i hope i was possessed by agnes nutter when i wrote this

a gifset format bc i cba to write, but aziraphale might have been, or might become, raphael

ive lied like a rug in previous theory posts: THIS one, this time travel clusterfuck, is the bottom of the barrel

spent hours studying michael sheens face in utter disbelief that he is capable of portraying every emotion known to man, and wrote about it (ie my take on the kiss)

i think goob might have been more important in the mega miracle than we initially thought (and no - not in the way you're currently thinking)

aziraphale and suffering are pretty well acquainted with each other (warning: i absolutely HATE this meta it's so bad)

um i guess you could term this as god is dead theory? nietzsche strikes again anyway

we REALLY hit rock bottom in the theory stakes with this one, lads (it's about whether crowley does in fact fully remember the fall)

(REWORKED) greasy johnson is the second coming. that's it. that's the post.

finally wrote about the book of life well done me

crowley was offered the same chance as aziraphale, im fairly sure, and as far as ive seen noone noticed??

the motif of lies in job made me come over all poetic

relativity is NOT my milieu especially in GO but giving it my best shot

hahaha is everything aziraphale's fault hahahaha

fuckinnnn BOOOOOOKKKSSSSS

EVERY DETAIL MATTERS? YEAH I SHOULD FUCKING THINK SO (and im still keeping this on here bc if im right in s3 im never going to shut up)

job is crowley and crowley is job except job didn't get sent to sit on the naughty step

never thought id see the day where i analyse richard curtis' 4WAAF but this show has got me whipped, jumping through hoops and over stalls like a fucking show pony

i have the dreadful feeling that we might have been fools by sleeping on aziraphale's own angelic importance all this time

did the costume department just simply go ham in s2 or are the angel costumes Important?

more on outfits

ruminations on the fall, morality and omniscience vs. free will, and making choices as if i have any idea what im talking about

okay this one is a little shitpost-y but the message is sound and im an un-apologetic aziraphale supporter, sue me

a sprinkle of s2 symbology, a dash of ineffable plan speculation, and laure girlbossing on how the two go together mwah

this was sooooo tasty i love talking about nietzsche

honestly this one doesn't even have a theme i just like talking to people

okay so this is the genesis of my aziraphale defence league (population: like 15% of the fandom) but i will not stop until he gets the recognition and empathy he mf deserves

Cancel Metatron 2k23

this was pre-s2 but the concept still stands: something feels icky about crowley's fall narrative and the book of life is ringing alarm bells

the concept of pedestals is one of my juicy favourites in psychology and you will find out just how much if you stick around this blog long enough (aziraphale's critique)

and lastly crowley's narrative of his fall? hm, big issue there and honestly the root of all Crowley discourse on this blog, be duly warned

old stuff if you fancy having a giggle at my expense

come chat to me about things

#good omens #no need to interact if you dont want to but feel free to like #this is honestly so i don't have to scroll through my blog shitpit to find old theoties etc #toodles✨

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Sleep-Talking | Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: Arthur has trouble expressing his feelings for (Y/N)...while he's awake at least.

Warnings: oh just Arthur being Arthur...and maybe slight season 3 and 4 spoilers

Word Count: 2532

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I chose to go with Arthur for this one, anon ... I felt that the prompt you included really went well with him. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"How long has it been?" (Y/N)'s friend asked as they both ate their lunch.

"Has what been?" (Y/N) responded with a question of her own, her eyebrows furrowed slightly because her friend gave no prerequisites to her ask.

"How long have you and Arthur been together?" her friend then elaborated, a quizzical look on her face.

"I believe it'll be..." she paused to make sure that she had her math right, "seven months next week actually," she then finished her statement with a smile.

A smile formed on her face anytime Arthur was mentioned. He was a sweet man, one who certainly had his faults, and he was very kind to her. He showered her with physical affection and always made sure that she was safe and protected.

"Seven months?!" her friend repeated in a shocked manner, her eyes wide now, "seven months with this bloody guy and there's yet to be talk of engagement?"

(Y/N) scoffed slightly at the statement, "you say it like I'm supposed to be on some sort of timeline with him," she pointed out while trying to laugh it off. Still, she couldn't stop the uneasy feeling that was creeping its way into her stomach. Was she supposed to be engaged already?

"There kind of is a timeline for it, (Y/N)," her friend stayed serious. (Y/N) only scoffed again.

"If there is, I've never heard of it," she went back to brushing it off again.

The other woman still looked rather concerned though. "He really hasn't brought anything up?" she queried. (Y/N) shook her head. "There's been no talks of marriage?" Another head shake. "No discussion of future plans?" And another. By this time, her friend's eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out of their sockets. "Have you spoken about your relationship with him at all, (Y/N)?" she asked incredulously.

"Of course we have!" (Y/N) was quick to defend herself. Her friend wasn't having it though, and the look she was sporting made it clear. "I mean who doesn't?" she tried to hold steadfast on her stance, but her friend was not cracking. So finally she let out a long sigh, "ok we really don't talk about stuff like that together," she admitted, pouting slightly like a child that had to confess what they did wrong.

Now her friend looked confused. "You don't?" she questioned, like she was checking to make sure she heard correct.

(Y/N) shook her head with a slight frown. "No...we don't," she affirmed.

Within seconds, her friend was asking questions. "Well then what kind of stuff do you talk about together?" was the one that (Y/N) decided to focus on.

"We talk about our lives, and the fact that we enjoy being with each other and spending time with each other. I let him know how much I love him, and what I feel for him, but Arthur...he's not the best at expressing those types of things," she tried to explain, hoping her friend would comprehend her rambling.

The other woman nodded along with what she was hearing. She then pursed her lips together as she thought about what she'd say next. "You should talk to him about it," she finally said then, her abrupt piece of advice making (Y/N)'s jaw go slack.

"Just out of nowhere?" she asked, shocked by her friend's sudden suggestion.

"Why not?" her friend shrugged.

"Because it'll be out of nowhere," she repeated her previous answer with a new emphasis placed on the final word, "and plus...Arthur'll be so confused as to why I'm bringing stuff like that up all of a sudden."

"You have a right to talk about it, you know. You're able to ask questions about the future because it's yours just as much as it is his," her friend pointed out, her statement making (Y/N) think for a moment.

"Maybe I'll bring it up to him," (Y/N) finally agreed with the other woman after a few quiet moments. Her friend grinned upon hearing that her thoughts had been listened to. "Can we please talk about something else now?" (Y/N) then asked, wanting desperately to change the topic of discussion. Her friend agreed, and the women began talking about which plants were coming into season and what they would be planting in their home gardens.

——

(Y/N) was sitting in the front room when the door to the house opened later that evening. "(Y/N)?" she heard Arthur call out for her as his footsteps sounded off the hardwood flooring.

"In the front room!" she called back, a smile forming on her face as she heard his footsteps approaching.

"There you are," Arthur grinned when his eyes fell onto her. (Y/N) smiled as she stood up to walk over to the archway and meet him halfway. She wrapped her hands around his midriff and hugged him before pulling back to peck his lips. "How are you, love?" he asked with a smile once they'd pulled away.

"I'm well," she answered, "you?"

"Just dandy...better now that I'm home with you," he responded, his sweet words making her cheeks heat up.

"I'm happy to hear that," she told him, then taking his hand so that she could lead him to the couch she was once sitting on, "come sit with me."

"Something wrong?" he asked once they were sitting. (Y/N) had her hands in her lap and she was looking at them rather than at him. It made him worry that there was something on her mind, or that something had happened.

"Not necessarily wrong..." (Y/N) started off, pausing for a moment. Her words made Arthur's brows furrow in confusion. "I wanted to talk to you...about us," she continued, finally looking up at him then.

Arthur's heart jumped to his throat as he took in what she said. His eyes widened slightly at the possibilities now swirling through his head. Was she breaking up with him? "Ok, uh..."

"I'm not breaking up with you!" (Y/N) blurted out with wide eyes as she realized how he could have taken her previous statement. She certainly said it in a way that brought those types of thoughts to mind. She took relief when she saw Arthur exhale the breath that he had sucked in to prepare himself for her parting words. "I just wanted to talk about our relationship...you know, we've been together for almost seven months now."

"I do know," Arthur nodded his head with a slight smile on his face. The fact that he'd managed to keep a woman as amazing as (Y/N) for as long as he had surprised him daily.

She'd come into his life when he needed her the most. He'd just been released from prison, where he was seconds away from being hanged for one of his many crimes...a crime that his own brother had essentially put him there for. He was pretty much lost after that. With his entire family indifferent and not speaking to each other, he wasn't sure where to go or what to do. Then he met (Y/N) at the end of a church gathering that he attended — one of the few things that he still held onto from his previous life after Linda left during his time in prison. (Y/N) was sweet, a woman who seemed to bring the light with her everywhere she went. So it surprised Arthur when she agreed to go to eat with him for brunch after church one day. Seven months later, the fact that she hadn't left him still surprised him.

"I couldn't help but wonder...why do we never talk about our future together?" she then posed the question that had been in her mind since her friend stuck it there earlier in the day. "Why don't you ever let me know how you feel about me?"

"We've talked about our future, haven't we?" Arthur's statement sounded more like a question, "I've told you that I want you in it."

"What about feelings?" (Y/N) called attention to the second part of her statement.

Arthur sucked in and exhaled a deep breath, looking away from (Y/N) briefly as he thought of how to say his answer. "I...I'm no good at expressing feelings, (Y/N). I never have been, and it's not only to you. I just...I can't think of the words to say," he tried his best to explain to her, unable to stop himself from feeling guilty for leaving her without some of his thoughts on her. He loved her deeply, but it was hard for him to say. He made sure to show her through his actions and whatnot, but he couldn't help but feel bad that he wasn't giving her this verbal confirmation that she seemingly needed.

(Y/N) sent a sort of a sad smile in response to his statement. "It can't be that hard to do, Arthur, can it?" she asked softly, wanting to hopefully get more information on why he was so hesitant to speak his mind.

Arthur sighed again. "My family doesn't really talk about feelings. We just say our piece and get on with it. It's tough for me to let go of that way of thinking around you, but I'll try to do so more in the future since you'd want me to," he told her, hoping that his decision to try more would be enough for her tonight. The smile that formed on her face upon hearing his words gave him the confirmation that he needed.

"That's all I can ask for, Arthur, thank you," she said with a smile as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," she told him, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

This could have been the perfect time for him to start trying, but he didn't. Instead he smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips, instead letting his actions speak for him once more. (Y/N) couldn't stop the slight feeling of sadness that arose at his response, but she didn't comment on it. She knew that he wouldn't change his ways right away just because he said he would. So she accepted what he gave to her and left it there.

—

Not long after their discussion, Arthur and (Y/N) made their way to bed. It was quiet as they both changed out of their day clothes in exchange for what they'd be sleeping in. The quiet remained until they were both under the covers and the lights had been turned off.

"Goodnight, Arthur," (Y/N)'s words came out in a whisper.

"Goodnight, love," Arthur responded, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple before exhaling a sigh.

Nothing else was said as the two fell asleep. And while Arthur slept soundly, (Y/N) couldn't seem to keep her eyes shut for long. Soon enough she was awake again, feeling like she'd had a full night's rest when in reality she'd only maybe been sleeping an hour. So she laid there and thought about what had happened that day, her mind getting stuck on the conversation she had with Arthur. She hoped that he meant what he said about wanting her to be in his future and that he wasn't just saying that little bit to appease her and get her mind off of the topic. She stayed in her thoughts until the very man she was thinking about started talking.

"I don't think I could picture my life without you now, (Y/N)..." Arthur spoke. His voice was soft but his words were clear.

"Arthur?" (Y/N) questioned, turning on her side slightly to look at him. She was met with the surprise that he was still sleeping.

"You've changed my life for the better in so many ways. I couldn't possibly think of letting you go," he continued.

(Y/N) couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face. She'd never heard Arthur talk in his sleep before. But then again, she was hardly awake during the night, so if he did, she wouldn't know. She wanted to wake him up and tell him that he was sleep-talking, but at the same time, she wanted to let him be and see what else he'd say. So she chose the latter.

"I love you, (Y/N). Would you do the honor of marrying me?"

This statement made her eyes widen. Did he just ask her to marry him in his sleep? It certainly sounded like it. She held her breath and waited for what he would say next, but nothing came. He was finished talking. After waiting a good bit of time to see if he'd say anything more and hearing nothing, (Y/N) rolled back onto her side and closed her eyes. She couldn't help but replay what he'd said in her mind and just thinking of it allowed her to finally go back to sleep.

—

The next morning, (Y/N) flipped on her side to see that Arthur was just starting to wake up. She watched him as he stretched his arms out and let out a groan as one of his bones cracked.

"Mornin', love," he greeted her once he saw that she was also awake, "how'd you sleep?" he asked then.

"Beautifully," she answered, remembering what she'd heard during the night, "you?" she then flipped the question on him.

"I slept alright," he nodded slightly, "had some pretty crazy dreams though," he added, scratching his forehead after he spoke.

“Oh really?” she raised her eyebrows slightly in intrigue at his words.

“Yeah,” he answered with a slight laugh.

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” she then asked him after a few moments of silence had passed.

Arthur turned to look at her with furrowed eyebrows after he heard what she said. “I do?” he questioned, showing her that he obviously didn’t know that he did.

“You do,” she affirmed, nodding slightly, “I heard you talking last night...thought that you were awake and wanted to have a conversation but when I turned around, you were sleeping,” she explained the reason behind her random question.

“Huh,” Arthur laughed to himself at the idea. He never would have thought that he talked in his sleep, but then again...who ever thinks that they would? “What was I sayin’?” he asked her then, a grin on his face.

(Y/N) smiled at the words that he’d told her last night and then weighed out whether or not she wanted to tell him them. “I don’t remember,” she finally said, hoping that her expression wouldn’t tell him otherwise.

Luckily, he didn’t comment on it. “Next time I do it, you’ll have to remember what I say so that you can tell me,” he told her and she nodded.

“I’ll make sure to remember every word,” she promised him, knowing that it’d be easy to do so if it was anything along the lines of what he was saying the night before.

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Hey, just wanted to say that your post that, among other things, touched on the topic of quiroromantics helped me figure myself out a great deal! Tysm for sharing your story, it helped this anon out a lot! Best wishes!

Thanks! Like I said in that post, there are still things I'm figuring out in regard to that.

Up until, uh, last week, I had a girlfriend! Not getting into details here, this isn't me venting, but having a girlfriend made processing relationships with other people way easier in my own brain meat.

See, I live in a culture (the US) where things like certain types of affection are typically reserved for partners, and where if you have more than one partner, people look at you funny unless you're from Utah. I don't live in Utah, but where I do live is a combination of "in VRChat" and "within kink communities", where affection is handed out much more freely than it is elsewhere.

I don't consider this a problem, but when the norm in your communities is to say "I love you" to friends and to hug and kiss them and if people are comfortable with it, to have sex with them, all things that within most of the US are thought to be "things you do with a partner", well, lines get a bit blurry.

And when you're quoiromantic, things start blurry. Having a girlfriend meant that when someone was interested in me romantically, I could fall back on "Not taking applications right now, not sure if I'm poly or not, but I like you a lot so I'm comfortable to keep going as we have!" and, well, the result was usually disastrous but that's not really my fault I don't think.

But now I don't have a girlfriend! And so I'm in the very fun position to think to myself, well, did I ever really have a girlfriend in my mind? Like in the way that most people, or even most people in my communities conceptualize a girlfriend? Because while my experience with my friend groups is that affection is much more freely given, my friends DO get into romantic relationships, and it's like... I don't understand that? And the way I went about things with my girlfriend didn't really look like that. And my friends don't seem to fully understand how I operate either.

I've never been bothered by people being romantically interested in me, wanting to do things with me that they think qualify as romance, so long as they understand even a tiny bit that there's gonna be a mismatch in how I interact with them.

One of my friends said to me, that it seems like instead of thinking in terms of romantic or platonic attraction, I weigh relationships based on closeness and comfort. I don't have different types of relationships, just different levels. And that felt right to me, I think. There's no threshold where I go "I'm doing this thing as a friend" vs "I'm doing this thing as a girlfriend" but just... "I'm doing this thing as a friend" vs "I'm doing this thing as a close friend". Things that are locked behind the romance option for other people are just on the table for friends when it comes to me, and how much I'm willing to do depends entirely on how comfortable I feel with them.

This is another rambly post, but I hope that it resonates with someone in some way. And, as always, no ace tags please.

#quoiromantic #aromantic #arospec #aroallo #im puppy

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