God, the rule of 'never suggest a ship as a joke, because at some point it will stop BEING a joke' never fails

Bro you actually got me wanting to marry farm sans 😭 he's so out of my league though. What a man. I like that the whole community wants them to get together too, sans is one of their boys, they gotta have his back and hype him up a little!! I just know there's a monster in town who's offered to plan the wedding for sans, and old ladies love gossiping and playing matchmaker if left to their own devices

"dangit. you found my hiding place before i did."

You jumped, glancing up and over your shoulder, distracted from staring out into the dark. But you relaxed once you saw who it was.

"Ah, sorry." You didn't actually want to move. You immediately felt better for Sans being there, even despite the events that had just transpired, some of your wound-up stress leaking away. "I can go find a new place to cower from socialising,"

"nah, this is fine." Sans sat down on the step, right beside you, letting out a relaxed sigh. He held out a glass of monster champagne to you - you (obviously) accepted. "s'more than enough room for two."

He was right. The beautiful little veranda was spacious enough for a whole party of people. It just so happened that the party had retreated indoors, now that night had fallen. From your spot sat on the edge of the veranda, you could faintly see the lights of the rest of the village, the muffled murmur of the dinner party going on in the house behind you not quite enough to mask the sound of the wind rustling the grass.

You fiddled with the glass. Sans' knee was almost touching yours. He smelled warm, comforting.

"Nice party." You mumbled.

Sans leant back slightly. "yeah. dinner is always good when felinus is hosting."

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but it's much nicer than Theodore's."

"i know he's a dolphin. but still don't get why he only served seafood."

...

You looked at him, and those pretty green eyelights focused onto you.

"So... are you also running away from the matchmaking?"

Sans' smile dropped - then he let out a somewhat pained noise, leaning forward and putting his skull in his hands. You couldn't help but giggle.

"m'so sorry," he groaned. The tension in the air had eased now that you'd finally broached the subject.

"It's fine. Really." You nudged him with your elbow. "It's just old ladies having a laugh. It's probably the most entertainment they've had in a long time."

He rubbed his face. "i know, i know. i just... stars, they're so pushy. it's mortifying watchin' them corner you like that."

You recalled the slight jump of fear you'd had when a cohort of delighted elderly bunnies had seemingly materialised out of thin air in the party to determinedly tell you it was such a shame a 'delightful human like you' was single. They then heavily reiterated how single Sans was, how much he clearly liked you, and what a 'lovely young man' he was.

"They can be strong-willed. That's for sure."

Sans sat up, but seemingly couldn't look at you. "i don't want you to feel some typa way about me because of them."

"... Some way?"

"i know yer anxious to fit into the community." He picked at the fraying sleeves of his knitted blue sweatshirt. "i don't want you to feel... like you have to date me, if you want to be accepted. you can date who you want. or not date. or whatever. i dunno,"

Oh. Your heart fluttered in your chest a little. "I don't feel like that at all."

He eventually looked at you, sheepish. "you sure?"

"Yeah." You waved your hand, eager to cheer him up. "They can be a bit pushy, sure. But it's all in good fun, right? It's not like they're chasing us into a church with shotguns. The worst they've done is very obviously set us up as dance partners at the festival."

A wave of relief seemed to pass over him. "or get us walkin' opposite ways 'round the market so we'll bump into each other."

"Besides." You smiled. "If they like me enough to try to set me up with someone they know, must mean I'm 'in'. So I'm all sorted on the community infiltration front."

He softened even more, nudging your knee with his. "that's true. they love ya. they'll like ya whether or not they've harassed you into datin' me."

"Not like I'd need to be harassed into that anyway."

...

Sans seemed to realise what you'd said before you did. His eyelights, in an instant, were double their usual size

...

"... what'd you say?" He was staring at you.

...

... You could feel the heat creeping over your face, neck and ears. Your mouth had instantly glued itself shut. You didn't answer his question - you just stared at your untouched champagne glass.

...

"SANS! HUMAN!"

Both of you jumped, this time, you felt the cold champagne splash out of the glass and onto your hand as you dropped it entirely. When the two of you turned around, Papyrus seemed just as startled by your reactions as you were to him; he was stood just outside the door, car keys in his hand.

"P-Papyrus!" "bro,"

Papyrus, immediately, gave you and Sans a shifty look. But he quickly covered it up again.

"WE SHOULD HEAD OUT NOW, HUMAN, IF WE WANT TO DROP YOU HOME BEFORE MIDNIGHT."

You and Sans quickly stood, bolt upright, at the same time.

"You-"

"i'll go say goodbye to everyone. you two get the car backed out."

"Sure. Sure,"

Before you could say anything else to him, Sans had hurried past his brother, back into the house. Papyrus watched him head inside with visible confusion written across his face.

...

"... HUMAN," Papyrus glanced at you. "WHAT DID MY BROTHER SAY TO YOU?"

"Uh, I'll..." You fiddled with your hair. "I'll, m, I'll tell you in the car."

entitle; for haruseonne 950 days

if i had to write on a wish list just one gift out of millions in the world to treasure forever, then i wouldn't hesitate scribbling your name down on it.

happy 950 days (and more), harutosan! 

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And thus, it's time his flight is due. Amidst all lies, he very well went and grew. Across endless skies of the brightest blue, A bird of ambition finally soars through.

Ah, lines like these never grow old; never failing to prompt me into being completely honest about just how pretty of a name 'Haruto' is. And so is 'Asuka'.

Pair the two up and immediately a masterpiece is born. A work of art in its truest formーan actor encapsulating the essences of beauty, passion, and an endless pursuit of perfection.

Anyone would think a person of this character exists solely in a realm beyond what an ordinary human can ever imagine. But guess what.

Here I am, sitting right behind the being divine in question.

"Seonne?" He asks.

"Haruto-san," I respond.

"What chapter are you on?"

"Five."

With a shrill almost like that of an eagle, he quickly shifts a quarter around in his seat to face me; looking nothing less than bewildered, "already!?"

A warm, sunny day veils over Veludo Way this morning, making the final couple hours of daytime an ideal setting for an outdoor unwind, specifically at the park.

While parked beside a large tree for shade, an old blanket is laid down onto the grass to get ourselves comfortable on. I take a seat on the spot where the view features children fly their kites and families enjoy their own picnics, and Haruto, who is sits opposite of me, relishes at the sight of the townscape spreading out gradually below us; both of us leaning onto each other's backsides for support. And how could a date at the park be an actual date at the park without... books! I brought with me two volumes from the series I'm currently a huge fan of. Why two, you might ask? Well, the second book's for me; and since I'm done with the first one, my companion promised to start this story alongside me.

"The protagonist reminds me of you," I tell him, eyes fixed solely on the material I have resting on my knees, "strong, smart, a little silly at times but y'know..."

"Hey," Haruto snaps, and I feel a gentle poke by my ticklish side. Glancing back accusingly at him after holding back my sensitive nerves, I meet his lilac eyes and recognize a tiny hint of a tease in them. With a light shake of my head, I return to my page.

It's nice that we managed to finish work a little early today. Sometimes, a brief pause from the world is all a busy person needs to recharge, recoup, and renew the flames driving their fiery hearts forward. Not to mention that today happens to be an extra special day for us, too.

"No, really," I say again, "you do remind me of the protagonist. They're known for a lot of names, too!"

"I'm known only for one other name!" Haruto argues. He may not know it (or simply refuses to admit it) but his sudden outbursts like this make him really cute at times. No way I'm using that word right to his face though or I'd be done for!

He clears his throat. "And, well..." but falters, before he could form a coherent thought out.

Clearly, that doesn't normally happen. Must he be wanting to add something a bit more serious to the conversation?

Temporarily inserting a marker and setting my book aside, I reach out and rest my hand above his shoulder to assure and urge him on. He hasn't directed his eyes towards me yet, so I assume he's still sorting his head out.

"Seonne,"

Wait. His accent changed.

"What's the matter, Harutoー"

"No." He swiftly places his index finger over my lips. Leaning close to my ear, he whispers, "you can call me by my real name when we're alone."

Oh.

Well, this is new.

Mentally practicing every day how the name might sound when I finally can say it aloud seems to have come in handy all of a sudden. What perfect timing.

"So..." After a moment, I clarify, "Genta?"

"Gen-chan," he corrects.

"Gen-chan!?"

"Please."

Extending my arms around him in a hug, I press my cheek firmly onto his shoulder. I may not have seen the reaction on his face, but feeling the weight of his head lightly on mine and him holding onto my interlinked arms, already tells me everything I need to know.

"I 'ppreciate ya keepin' up with me."

"I wouldn't want to keep up with anyone else anyway," I proudly say. "Right, Gen-chan?"

And who could've known that an entity so regal and brave is likewise (though occasionally) capable of showing the world a smile so sweet, genuine and humane?

Although he has yet to own a clue, As to when he'll find out his cue. And once come the first couple few, As fate wills, he is to be born anew.

I really appreciate your fic for the clear amount of love and effort going on. It's one of the few reader inserts that I find myself going back to. I just don't see a lot that makes the insert an actual person because most of them are a blank slate that winds up loving, dating and fucking a canon character. While I'm not gonna judge people for that sort of thing, I like to feel like the "reader" is an actual person who earns a part in the canons characters lives. So it does bother me when reader fics get a bad rep, because what they're accused of doing is the exact opposite I am looking for. This is a very weird and long winded way of saying I love HoGW for the character build up you do and the great dynamic reader has with everyone.

I actually really appreciate this a lot, a major aspect of writing this story is trying to forge real dynamics between characters. I look at each person involved and try to imagine the truth behind their interactions and be honest about it. The relationship with Robb seems to move fast, but that's beacuse looking at it, I think it genuinly would. They've known each other for almost fifteen years, and Robb is a naturally more assertive person with what he wants and the advent of war would push them close together and in such stressful times they would end up relying a lot on the other to keep them grounded. So they move fast, beacuse their lives are moving even faster around them anyways.

It's why Jon is such a painfully long slow burn. The second they seperated on the Kingsroad, I knew it was going to take a lot to even remotely find a way to get them in the same room again. And I did the work to force it to be realistic as I could. The post red wedding plot is heavily influenced by that idea. By realizing what would the slow, painful truth of the readers situation really be and the answer was it would be fucking miserable. And not showing that truth felt disingenuous.

We can relate to characters in fiction despite it not being us, we watch shows and movies and see ourselves so greatly in such well established characters. So, my thought process was, it's the same for a reader insert. It has the advantage of a point of view perspective so that you more directly can place yourself in the story. But there was no reason to make the reader too generic. Your brain will naturally struggle with the immersion if they feel to blank slate, you as a human require the small nuances of a dynamic character for you to relate too because otherwise they don't feel human enough.

I know the way I write the reader in HotGW isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it's the slow development of what a real person would go through in events I force them to experiance as they would genuinly happen. I write towards the plot I want, but I want the journey to be as genuine as possible. It's why there's so much tension between the reader and Catelyn despite how much I adore her. They would naturally find themselves at odds with one another often despite that they do look at each other as family. It's why even in their small interaction with Brienne, it's incredibly tense and they clearly do not like the other. I love Brienne dearly but the reader would not and Brienne wouldn't like you so why would I ever pretend otherwise? You as the audience would subconciously know those dots don't fit.

The reader isn't a badass, they aren't a spitfire sassy girl, they aren't even very charming. They have more flaws then pros at times and that is beacuse flaws dictate who we are just as much as our good qualities. I asked myself who would this person really be, and I continue to question every step of the way how genuine am I being towards that goal. It's why so much of Jon's story was told in very scattered short pov's. His story would remain much of the same and you would have very little influence on the actions he takes. What's different is the mentality of certain dynamics and that's where I explore what is a more realistic path of this story.

The reader post the red wedding too is clearly very different, and that darker mentality is not going away anytime soon. Beacuse that isn't realistic. They aren't the same calm and collected stone faced person they were before. Things have changed and I refuse to write away those aspects beacuse we as humans know that I would just be lying about what the true experiance of deep trauma and unnatural inhuman experiances would have on a persons psyche.

It's why I love writing their dynamic with Theon. It's a fucked up kindred spirit in the other of absoute torture and realizing that would bond you both in a way that would be impossible to dismiss as casual. So he becomes important in their life and yours in his beacuse that's what path felt the most natural for them.

I just think reader inserts have no reason to shy away from writing fully realized readers with unique identities. Unique identities are what we find relatability in. Make them too blank slate and they feel like a puppet for the author to dangle in front of the other characters.

tell me more abt child star johnny storm!!

okay, I already answered the other anon that asked me about this but thank you for another opportunity to talk about my favorite flaming boy! Let's talk about Johnny Storm's compulsive heterosexuality!

Also I'm not dumb. Marvel will never make Johnny Storm canonically queer. They recently had the opportunity and the author that tried to hint at it more explictly has not written for them since. Comics have a tendency to create new queer characters but are hesitant to confirm anything about old ones and while I see the appeal of new characters, it's undeniable that the old ones have more cultural significance and can be very powerful representation. Unless comic readership changes drastically, Johnny Storm and Peter Parker will never be queer. This is not "proof" this is not an accusation of queerbait. This is an interpretation.

so for those that don't know compulsive heterosexuality is this phenomenon where gay people—because of societal pressure—convince themselves that they do feel heterosexual attraction. It's being sick to your stomach around people of the opposite gender and thinking "oh this is what people mean when they say they've got butterflies in their stomach." It's picking a person of the opposite gender that is unthreatening and convenient to date rather than how they look or if they have a nice personality. It's picking a boy at random because all the other girls are talking about their crush. It's having celebrity crushes on nonthreatening gnc people of the opposite gender that are so out of reach that you can't even conceptualize dating them. For example, my first comphet crush was on David tenant, a skinny flamboyant middle-aged man acting in my favorite tv show next to an actress that I found much more attractive but didn't have the words to describe that yet. Like my "crush" on Tenant went away the minute he wasn't next to Billie Piper or was several years younger or he wasn't in the Doctor costume.

So... Johnny Storm. So first off, Johnny is queer-coded to hell and back in the 60s comics. Which like he's literally flaming, the jokes write themselves. But he's consistently damseled, demasculinized, and mocked for caring about his appearance and vanity. And if you look at the early art of him kissing women, he always looks so uncomfortable and sure that could just be bad art except, no marvel comics did know how to draw kissing, Johnny just doesn't like it. But he's not gay! Look, he's a playboy and always has a girlfriend. But by comic book rules, he doesn't have a girlfriend because there isn't one girl he's constantly interested in especially in the early years. So there's no one to have relationship drama with and so to fill in the personal storyline, they play up his rivalry with Spider-Man. So textually Spider-Man is Johnny's love interest in the 60s. And then in the 70s Spider-Man has the Skip Westcott storyline and suddenly the human torch and Spider-Man team-ups are few and far between.

But Johnny does have named love interests. But the people he dates that stick around long enough to make a story out of are rarely below him in social status. Like he dates Medusa, the queen of the inhumans who is also married. Like she's the impossible perfect woman and they have nothing in common. He dates and marries Alicia Masters, Ben Grimms' long-term girlfriend whom he has known since he was a kid she's a very familiar person to him. Except no he doesn't because she's actually a skrull, a shape-shifting alien, and he's not that pissed that she's been lying to him. There's a beard couple metaphor in there somewhere. He also dates Namorita, an Atlantian princess that he has an on and off again thing with. The relationship is very public they're clearly using each other to get into the tabloids and annoy their exes. And then Johnny makes her a member of the fantastic four when he has to go dimension hopping I think he does this with another girl that doesn't have superpowers?? and he also does this with spider-man. So the people Johnny votes into the fantastic four are his girlfriends and Peter Parker. Like all his relationships are so public, they're a performance, an attention-seeking thing, and incredibly short-lived because he isn't interested in them and they're not interested in him.

And he has this thing with Akihiro, wolverine's son/clone??? Listen despite the fact that I'm gay, I really don't know that much about the x-men. The author of Dark Wolverine said that she was under the impression that they were dating in past stories. After Akihiro came back from the dead, she intentionally wrote sexual tension between them because what do you do when your boyfriend is back from the dead. So Johnny is written as a bi man, but the marvel statement is: no, he's straight. Although Akihiro is bi, is attracted to Johnny, has pheromones that can make people attracted to him, and he has used them in the past to intestate physical contact as well as real relationships. He either is not using his powers on Johnny or that is how Johnny acts around people he's attracted to, which is deeply concerned while emotionally unavailable.

And don't even get me started on his relationship with Peter Parker!! which is private and intimate and long-lasting which is in stark contrast to all of his romantic relationships. Like they have a special spot just for the two of them. And the only other people Peter has that with are MJ and Gwen Stacy, Johnny is that important to him. They have a roommate era where Johnny is in full housewife mode. He tells Peter to look after his family when he's gone because he's the only one he trusts to love and care for them like he does because Peter is his found family. They are constantly drawn in suggestive poses and scenarios. They're always saving each other both in a dynamic duo way but also in a damsel in distress way. Johnny asks Peter to watch his sex tape with him! When Peter uses a memory wipe spell to protect his secret identity (it's not like no way home) he reveals himself again to two people, Felicia Hardy and Johnny Storm who both have the same reaction: I knew I felt something about you but I couldn't place it until I saw your face and now it's all rushing back.

Johnny also has a thing for Dazzler briefly. Recently it's become a joke in marvel fandom that being a Dazzler Fan is code for homosexual because most of her named fans are queer and she's basically the marvel comics version of Lady Gaga. Like if you're a dude that has a crush on Lady Gaga, I'm not judging but you should be asking yourself some questions.

I wanna talk about Agent F

nabbed some pics from this post because @monotype-on-phantom has a great collection of background characters (go check their 'background characters' tag for more excellent screenshots!)

but yeah guess what, School Kid 6 Agent F looks just as Definitely An Adult in the show as she does in the game gdksksbj

seems like she's good friends with Star

unfortunately she's also been at the school from the very beginning of the shows which makes the undercover GIW agent story a bit tricky since it pre-dates Phantom's presence

unless her purpose to begin with was to keep an eye on the Fenton kids because the GIW are super interested in the Fenton's work, and maybe they're interested to see if growing up around constant exposure to ectoplasm did anything weird to them

which would actually be super interesting because would she notice when Danny starts developing his powers if that's the kind of thing she's looking for? what if the GIW know that Danny suffers from some mild form of ecto-contamination and is a little Less Than Normal? what would make this super funny tho is if they still don't make the connection that he's Phantom

Wes figures out immediately that Agent F is clearly An Adult and at first suspects that she's an undercover cop (absolutely nobody believes him of course, like the fuck Wes that's Star's friend Felicia she can't be a cop)

but once the ghost shit starts happening and 'Felicia' starts casually pushing anti-ghost propaganda and she seems to know just a little Too Much about ghosts Wes is like 'hang on a minute you aren't a cop YOU'RE A GIW AGENT AREN'T YOU' and then he proceeds to spend the rest of his existence trying to convince her that Danny is Phantom

but she's just not having it, one she won't admit to him that she's GIW and she wants nothing more than to distance herself from this weirdo before he blows her cover, two she doesn't believe a ghost can also be a human, she thinks Danny might have some ghostly attributes but he doesn't set off her ghost radar (he only blips it from time to time which would be expected from someone who's ecto-contaminated), and also she's been watching this awkward geek all year and there's no way this kid could be Phantom

like he gets beaten up by Dash all the time, and he desperately wants to join the popular kids and be a part of that crowd, and keeping his identity a secret would be in opposition to that

also he doesn't flex his new superpowers for attention, he doesn't use them for anything (other than the occasional prank on Dash but he's smart enough to do that when nobody else is around), he doesn't use them to impress Paulina, he doesn't use them to get onto a sports team, he just doesn't use them to increase his popularity at all

an adult looking at this from the outside, an adult with preconceived notions on how dumb and impulsive teenagers are, could not believe that a teenage boy would be able to control that temptation

he's not Phantom, he's just mildly ecto-contaminated, possibly has some minor abilities he either can't control or doesn't realise he has, and that's about it, Phantom is just an ordinary unrelated ghost with no secret identity who just happens to look similar

besides, there have been depictions of Phantom throughout history, long before Danny was born, there were sightings of him at a university in the 80s, in ancient Rome, at the Salem witch trials, he was even found in a drawing from a boy's diary in the 1940s, the more they look the more they find artwork and stories of a being with his appearance or power, too many and too similar to be coincidence

unless Danny Fenton is somehow capable of time travel he couldn't possibly be Phantom

Part 24: Appearance

Erik shuffled down the aisle of the train car, crutch nudged snuggly into his armpit and a suitcase half his size rolling behind with a heavy looking duffel. No one offered assistance and he didn't ask. As a black man, he could always count on that as a consistency. Crutches and all, he'd be viewed as overly capable. From a young age it was ingrained through experience.. all you have is yourself because no one out here will help you, a young black man. Time had proven it again and again. Injured, he could still handle more weight than the average man and it was because he pushed himself. He relied only on himself. Even hospitalized, he found ways to maintain his strength. Weakness and laziness was never an option, not even for recovery. With all his money, that was still something he couldn't afford. But they could.. the white couple on the left. He couldn't help but notice them sitting there.

A closer look told him they weren't actually a couple. The blonde girl's face screamed underage. Fifteen/sixteen. The heavy makeup she wore aged her. She looked high. Heroin, Erik guessed glancing subtly for track marks. She looked up and he glanced away to a Spanish speaking family with five kids including a crying baby. He bit his lip on his way to take his seat at the rear where he could see everyone. The man in front of him was on his way to sleep. Erik put in his earbuds and continued his watch.

As the hours passed, he noticed more and more. The kids had no home training. The parents had no sense of awareness considering they sat opposite a fifteen year old girl being held against her will. It could easily be one of their kids, with them not paying attention it wouldn't take much. The baby had the healthiest lungs of any baby he'd ever heard. That blonde girl was high as hell. She got up to use the bathroom on his side of the train and he kept his eyes down as she passed with her trafficker on her ass to make sure she ain't try nothing risky. Ain't none of my black ass business, Erik told himself. He hadn't signed up to save any little blonde girls. He kept his eyes down as they passed him again to return to their seats and she dropped a tiny earring on the floor next to his foot on purpose. Damn, he groaned dropping his head on the back of the seat. Why me? I just said I ain't wanna get involved in this shit.

Taking a deep sigh, he picked up the earring and did what made sense. He googled the train police department and texted in a report using his sub contact phone, the main phone. He gave a description of the couple and information regarding the train. You're welcome, he thought watching the back of the girl's head before settling back in his seat comfortably. Any other time he'd have ignored her, not that victims often reached out to him so clearly. Still, it was an unnecessary risk calling on police. What if they decided to search the train? The whole point of taking the train was to not be searched.

Y/N would be proud right now, his lip twisted in irritation. She'd become the true north of his moral compass. What would Y/N do in the situation? The thought made him nauseous. She wouldn't survive his lifestyle. He wouldn't survive it with her morals. This is dangerous. We are completely incompatible, but I still want you, he admitted to himself. It was more like need. Obsession even. There was a burning feeling in his gut. "This shit ain't healthy," he muttered.

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"Wow, may I..," Tanner's fingers hover in the air, his eyes on your fresh braids. Your eyebrows answer before you can and he lowers his hand with a smile. "Those braids are really something. Would it be offensive if I asked how they're attached?" He looks so fascinated. He's been staring and talking to the top of your head since he saw you this morning in the lobby and now he's staring just as hard from across the small booth table at Pho Station.

"You just buy braiding hair and braid it into your hair. That's literally it."

"Braiding hair.. what's that?" His head rests on his hand as his elbow sits on the table. He's so curious, staring dreamily.

"It's packs of hair you get at the store specifically for braided styles." You slurp in a spoonful of long noodles.

"Is it human hair?"

"Synthetic." It comes out muffled as you break off the noodles hanging from your mouth with a chopstick so you can swallow.

"Synthetic? What's the difference..," his blue eyes drift lazily down to your nearly black ones. "Well, I mean in how they look."

"Human hair is typically Malaysian or Brazillian, something like that. You can straighten or curl it because it's actual hair. Synthetic fibers can melt but it's inexpensive and can mimic hair textures well."

"Well it's beautiful," he nods. "I've always wondered about it. Does it hurt?"

"Mm-mm," you grumble slurping the broth of your chicken pho. "No these are knotless and they don't hurt." That confuses him so you get into the difference between regular box braids and knotless. "You can't even sleep when you first get regular box braids because it's so tight that's why I don't wear them."

"Yes.. don't wear them if they hurt. Don't wanna pull out all that beautiful hair.." His eyes hold a familiar twinkle. The way he stares.. it reminds you of Erik. You don't wanna think about the meaning of it.

"Damn right.. Hey your pho's gonna get cold."

"Oh," his brows raise in faux offense. He picks up his soup spoon looking away for the first time. It's about time. "Well these.. knotless braids," he gestures with the spoon, "They look amazing on you," he smirks. "But you're already gorgeous, you know that."

"This from a Gene Kelly/James Dean lookalike. You look like you belong in a Marvel movie. That dark hair.. chiseled jaw? And who do you get those eyes from?"

"My grandma. My mom's eyes are carmel brown and so are my sister's. My father's are a darker brown."

"Punnet square kicked in hard."

"So tell me where your features come from," his eyes twinkle, hands folded under his strong chin. Your heart nearly skips a beat. It took a while for you to admit it to yourself because you'd have to admit you were lowkey using him.. but you knew what he was doing and how he felt from the start. That look was infatuation.

Opening doors, calling on me, paying for lunch every time, bringing me coffee? It's a lot.. Well that's because he likes me.. No It could be friendly, doesn't mean he likes me.

Almost everyday you told yourself the same thing.

I don't want him as anything more than a friend, maybe a work husband now that I know he's a cool lil white boy. I think he knows that..

Not when you flirt back he doesn't know that..

But is it really flirting or being nice? Besides I think he might feel the same.

A look into his eyes slams that possibility.

Who am I kidding. Maybe it's wrong to let him pay. Is that selfish?..

Girl, you're not dumb you know exactly what you're doing..

No, but really, I enjoy his company. I look forward to our little lunch outings as much as he does..

Then pay for yourself!..

I KNOW, but I don't.. want to...

Blinking, you sigh clearing your guilty conscience. "I look exactly like my dad but my personality is my mom."

"Oh really. That's where you get those adorably chubby cheeks from? Your dad? Interesting family photos I bet."

"Believe it or not that's also where I get this tummy and all this ass from," I say straight faced watching his cheeks sink in. On that note, he buries himself in his pho and I watch him hold himself together, the both of us laughing on the inside.

"You're ridiculous," he smiles down at his bowl. "What will I ever do with you.."

"Hopefully keep feeding me."

"Of course, Barb told me about a BBQ place about fifteen minutes from here. How about tomorrow?"

"Then I can show you pictures of my bootylicious father," you stare watching him collect himself again.

"Wow," he chokes on his broth. "Or we can look at yours, completely up to you."

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Never had it felt so good to be coming or going. Erik wheeled his bags through the station coolly, but internally he was leaping for joy like a little kid. After touching down in every continent through the military as a soldier and then a mercenary soldier, he was used to traveling. New locations, customs, and languages were the norm. War, battle, and toppling small countries for their resources and political control was the norm. It wasn't right, but it made big money and when his service ended, he retired. However, that didn't change the fact that he was still a multilingual and adaptable war weapon with no other real skill or interest other than killing. He was good at it so he made it a business. A consultant was what he called himself. Gameplay and development was the front.

Life as an assassin made him his own boss. He could kill and go off the map at will. He'd travel as far as it took to complete the task and take cash or cryptocurrency which he'd translate into several offshore accounts before his domestic ones. He'd usually buy a throwaway car, restock his ammo, spend time sunbathing on a yacht in the Maldives, hunker down in a city where he blended in and then isolate for a month wallowing in a small room before his next kill. Sightseeing wasn't on his agenda. He'd been all over the world and seen the worst of human nature. Texas had been a first as far as experiencing the high points anywhere. He'd enjoyed his stay with a woman and they'd gone on dates, real dates. He'd gone to an amusement park of all places and taken her around the city. It was magical though he'd almost been killed for it. Texas.. Not Cartagena or Havana or Jaipur but country ass Texas. Now here he was finally back in Cali. Nothing came close to the joy of having someone waiting for him. Someone who'd be overjoyed to see him. His job was done, his leg was healing up nicely, no one was after him because he'd left no one alive that could easily identify him. He was on his way home.

Home, he smiled somewhat bitterly. More like playing house.. Ain't none of this shit real and eventually it will end, probably in disaster.

Still.. He couldn't drop the facade for it was filling a hole within him that he hadn't realized until recently could be filled. He had latent desires. Playing house with her was the closest to a home he'd ever get.

-----

Erik's car takes premium gas and you wonder about his bills. Is he paying them? 'Cause you're not. He'd better have it worked out because once the lights go out in this isolated grand establishment, you're gone. You've gotten too used to walking around with every bright light in the house on at night. Walking through the bathroom butt naked you light the very last of his pricey looking black label white candles having burned through the rest of his supply. This one's Leather scented, not the best but not bad. That's why it was last. Locking the bathroom door out of habit, you run the shower and enjoy the luxurious spa room you've become accustomed to. The water pressure still hits. The warm thick white towels are fresh from the dryer. Your body is hairless from shaving and you've just purchased a new body oil to try that Ava swears by. Though you're only going to bed, you can't resist it. It smells like like fresh baked cookies from the oven and makes your skin radiate golden. It's perfect for a pool party or the beach.. whenever you end up going again which may be a while. Taking a few suggestive shiny body selfies in the towel, you decide to go ahead and send them to Erik though he doesn't deserve them. Someone has to see your glass skin. You hadn't spoken to him in the last two days as he'd been "busy". Doing what, you had no clue. It felt like bullshit. All of it. It was maddening to the point that you didn't want to care anymore, whether he returned or stayed. He'd been gone too long. Waaay too long. His reasons for wanting you out of Texas were beginning to feel like lies.

There's probably a huge harem of harlot whores he's entertaining and he doesn't want me to know he lied about only having three submissives, the asshole. He's probably in some twisted unsanitary orgy in a dark and questionable dungeon drinking glowing lime jello shooters and getting blackout drunk right now.. Probably whipping some poor girl with one of those long cowboy whips. God knows what he does with his other subs. If he was that dirty with Lil Bitch's morally debased ass and that was in front of me...

Every now and again the thought would cross your mind. Fuck him, you thought. Stay gone. I'll keep living here alone in the lap of luxury.

Never before had you been in a hot tub so often. It did wonders for a post work unwind with a smoothie or herbal tea in hand. You didn't need him when you had wifi, cable, powerful A/C, and a full fridge. He could stay with whoever he was with.

But what if he doesn't come back, your mind wonders darkly. What if he stays in Texas and never comes back?

Suddenly the house seems a lot chillier and unwelcoming.. Empty even. Too quiet. Hugging yourself for comfort you wander through the house and turn each of the lights off one by one to get an idea once more just how dark it gets. Too dark. Pitch black. You can't even see a hand in front of your face and panic sets in along with a strong inner body chill. This isn't something you can do and if Erik never comes back...

Honestly you've never seriously considered that possibility. The thought brings a loneliness that echoes the depth of darkness, both equally terrifying. The fact is that you do care.. profoundly to the point that his continued absence really bothers you. He has already become an indestructible pillar in your everyday life. Going days without so much as a hello feels like a week and that doesn't do much good for your anxiety.

Flipping each of the lights back on, you settle into Erik's bed this time around and stare at the time until you doze off. When you open your eyes there's natural light coming in through the window and you take a grateful breath before sitting up in the bed.

"Good morning," a chilling voice interjects and you nearly have a heart attack, unable to scream in the face of Flu sitting on the edge of the bed watching you. You want to run, scream, fight, anything but your body which is frozen in absolute fear and shock will not move. He smiles and you dart upright in bed sweating cold bullets and panting. Outside is still dark. According to the clock you've been sleep three and a half hours. It's 3:30 AM. Taking a deep breath to calm your breathing you look around the room comforting yourself with the mantra "It's just a dream. You're okay. You're okay. There's nothing to worry about. You've been safe and you're still safe. You're completely safe." A few minutes of repeating it and looking around, listening closely to the air has you relaxed enough to fall back asleep especially since your eyes are crossing up. When your eyes open again you check the clock. It's been almost another hour but you keep waking up.

Hold up. Didn't I have the light on?

Thinking back, your half sleep mind isn't completely sure but you know you sleep with the lights on. Nervous to move, your wide eyes search the pitch blackness before you and when you get the courage to move, you turn over bracing yourself to see Flu sitting there beside you on the bed. Nothing's there or out of the ordinary.

Did the lights go out? Did it blow? I think I had it on...

It's not getting up to explore. That's how people fir in movies. Instead, you bury your head in the covers like a small child and slip back into sleep. Or at least almost. Before you can cover your eyes with the blanket, you hear something that sounds like a slight vibration. That would be normal.. if your phone wasn't all the way downstairs.

A hand clamps over your mouth and as you feel a body quickly cover yours you grab at the darkness in attempt to gouge, scratch, and scrape whatever you can reach. When you pull locs, your brain registers and you yank them hard to get a noise.

"AHH," he whisper screams.

"ERIK WHAT THE FUCK?!" This time your lungs are free and healthy because you yell directly in his ear, slapping at him. "YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK." Breathless, you try to catch it, still swinging. "Why would you do that! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"I wanted to surprise you," he grips your hands. "I didn't think you'd try to rip my damn hair out! And why your nails so sharp!"

"Are you mentally deficient? In what world did that seem like a good idea to you?!"

"Catch your breath," he says quietly.

Getting up he flips the lights and sits on the bed beside you. You haven't seen him in what feels like ages. "You still having nightmares." It's not a question as he looks in your tired eyes.

"Not often, just a couple of times since I've been on my own here." You didn't really have them when you two were together. He nods understanding your meaning. You hadn't mentioned it on the phone or through text. What could he have done about it anyway? There's a moment of silence as he rests his hand over your blanketed leg.

"I'm sorry for being away so long..," he says quietly. "I mean it. I'm sorry for scaring you.. I honestly didn't consider the nightmares because when we were together you didn't have them. I promise you, you are safe. He can't hurt you. There are many things in this world that can, but I promise he's not one.. and as long as I'm here I won't let anyone touch you. I will protect you with my life."

"That's good and all," you sigh, half listening and half asleep already. "But can you just.. stay here with me until I fall asleep."

"You in my bed," he smiles climbing fully dressed under the blanket to scoop you into his arms. Instantly your body clings to his and his shirt becomes your new pillow. You feel the quick sensation of his lips on your temple. "Did you miss me," he whispers. You mean to respond, but instead you fade out asleep.

-----

As soon as he'd slipped into the bed, she was knocked, sleeping soundly and breathing loud. He stroked her braids, her arm, and her back gently but firmly the way he always had when she needed help to relax.

"I missed you," he whispered into her forehead. She responded with a small fart and his nose crinkled. He didn't smell it which meant it was trapped under the blanket. She did it once more just then but it was louder. She'd be horrified if she were awake. "Y/N," he groaned hoping he wouldn't smell it. He didn't dare move though. He only sighed and continued rubbing her back. "Stink," he nicknamed her on the spot. "My lil stink stink," his stomach jumped in humor thinking of her reaction in the morning. He wanted to see the expression on her face when he called her that and when she heard the explanation of why. It made his chest shake. He tried to control it so not to wake her. She was sleeping too good for him to even get up and take his outside clothes off and they were hot to sleep in. He wanted to get comfortable.

That's okay, he decided as he settled in to fall asleep exactly where he was, under her. It took some effort to get comfortable in that position but in that moment there was no other place he'd have rather been.

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So for AAW this year i decided to explore some QPRs since ive never done that before (does that even qualify for AAW?). So without further ado (i'll try to keep it quick) these are the relationships that give me the strongest QPR vibes theres no particular order just a attempted color gradient

1. Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

Ive talked about these two before for AAW 2019(?) so ill touch on them briefly (and i'll put the link in the notes). Disclaimer: This is a show that i watched in bits and pieces, almost primarily from reruns. The longterm focus of this show is clearly these two's relationship. In the beginning they were stuck together, and then they chose to be together but they still had issues, at one point they stop talking to each other (like legit didnt talk one of them moved away and they didnt stay in contact), were together with issues again, and then they were primarily okay, and at one point left/fled the country together even though only one of them had to. Throughout the show there are these spoken moments that really tell the depth of their relationship, from either them or other characters. Off the top of my head theres "you named a species of bee after me," "i think shes the person you love most in this world," "i consider you to be a exceptional person. So i make a exceptional effort to accommodate you," "this is your home," "i'll stay. Of course i'll stay," and that line in the picture. They dont seem to struggle that much when it comes to describing their relationship and believe "partners" sums it up best. They live together, see each other as the most important/favorite person in their lives, and are raising a child together.

2. Aziraphale and Crowley (Good Omens)

Im not sure these two count, being not human and all. In the show and in the fandom (and i assume the book) people, and they themselves, struggle to understand their relationship and on top of that they arent supposed to be on good terms with each other (one is a angel and one is a demon). Are they friends? Enemies? Boyfriends? Best friends? Crowley at one point comes to the conclusion that never having Aziraphale in his life again is worse than the end of the world. One of the definitions for a QPR is "undefinable relationship," which fits nicely here.

3. Mako Mori and Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim)

Disclaimer: i havent seen this movie since it was in theaters and therefore dont remember much. If i had know what a QPR was when i saw this movie it would have made so much more sense. One of the background themes is strong relationships (you cant power the robots without it) which includes familial, platonic, and romantic. These two were left ambiguous, all the shots were framed in that typical "they're gonna end up together by the end" way only for nothing to confirm it at the end. It was wonderful. You follow two different gendered strangers who become super important to each other and share all their darkest secrets and memories and give each other soft looks to not end up dating at the end. Wether or not you see it as a QPR its a movie that doesnt erase m/f friendship and thats just fantastic.

[sorry guys its 2am now these paragraphs are gonna be a little shorter]

4. Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau (Captain Marvel)

Before Carol disappeared it was clear she was living with Maria, her best friend, and helping her raise Monica, Maria's daughter, from a young age. Its clear her "death" greatly effected them.

5. Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans (Soul Eater)

I recently rewatched this show and their relationship on the surface seems like Two Kids Who Are Opposites And Dont Like Each Other Are Forced To Do Group Project type relationship but its actually so much deeper. They're roommates and best friends and each think the other one is the greatest person they know. They both have arcs centered around protecting the other. Soul states on multiple occasions that he's not into Maka, and Maka compares their partnership to her parents' marriage but never actually expects or acts like Soul is her boyfriend. Its clear they're gonna stay together for a long time coming.

6. Clint Barton and Kate Bishop (Marvel Comics)

Okay so i could say so much on this but let me start this off with a big Disclaimer: i have not read these comics, all of my knowledge comes from fan works (like the entirety of ao3 and tumblr) and wiki pages. These two. THESE TWO. Ahhh i dont even know what to say because i dont know if this is a thing where fanon versions are entirely OOC. These guys have something like a 12 year age difference, so from the outside their relationship seems weird. People (real or fictional idr) keep trying to slot them into familial roles (big brother and little sister, uncle and niece, dad and daughter) but the truth is they're friends and partners. Ya its a little weird with their age difference but if they were both 10 years older most people wouldn't even notice the age difference. Clint makes it clear to us just how much he loves Kate. She's super important to him. Just looking for pics for this post i saw so many panels displaying how close they are. Idk if its canon or not but fanfic really gave the impression Kate basically lives part time at his place. These two give me vibes that they have the kind of closeness where they could cuddle on the couch together and it wouldnt be weird. And i mean full horizontal doing a balancing act in order to get them both to stay on the couch between the backrest and the edge so they could nap. Like if one of them was married their spouse wouldnt be surprised to wake up in the morning and find them both eating breakfast in their PJs. Like these two would kiss on the mouth but it wouldnt be romantic at all just a way to express emotion. They just give me this vibe thats led to so many headcanons and idek if its canon

I'm going to ramble about my SW OCs for a bit, since @zeawesomebirdie said he was interested!

So, when I say Star Wars OCs, I actually have 4: Cehim Velm, who's a Pau'an mapmaker, and the three Jedi, Korcha Serach who's a Harch, Reil Zilarrest who is human and Devafe Ardolald who's an Arkanian (to give you an idea of what they look like, here are drawings of them I've done before: Cehim here, Korcha here and the padawans there). Korcha was Reil and Devafe's master, and she's very much based on a japanese teacher I had in school whom I respect a lot, whereas her Padawans and Cehim aren't really based on anyone besides some aspects of me. Here's two timelines I have on hand, the first one is just the Jedi and the second one is kind of a quick sequels chronology with important dates, characters, and their ages at said dates, for comparison.

Which is what I'll use to start on Reil: you'll notice he 'dies' in -19 BBY, because technically if we follow the events of canon, he absolutely would not have survived Order 66, as opposed to the other two who might have, I still have to decide (though of course in my head everything is fine everyone is happy and they all live to be very old) The reason is Reil is a crèchemaster, and well, we know what happened to the younglings.

Reil loves working with the kids, loves seeing them grow and learn, the way they're young but creative and clever and kind. Korcha also likes younglings, but more for what they represent than anything else: she's very respectful of traditions, and seeing the new generation of Jedi, with their little tabards, learning the thousand-year-old traditions, always makes her feel warm. She's more suited to one-on-one instruction, though, and she doesn't particularly want to take care of a group of 15 children for too long. Devafe is the only one who didn't inherit the youngling-loving genes, if you will, because she isn't a fan of kids running everywhere and being active and noisy, she likes her calm too much. The only ones she appreciates are the quiet ones who come to the Archives to read, because they have that love of books in common.

In general, Devafe is more drawn towards mental, intellectual things, whereas Reil is a very physical person. She loves sitting down and reading, writing essays, meditating, and Korcha had to push a little for her to put as much effort into the more physical aspects of training. Reil is the opposite, he prefers tangible things, activities where you can clearly feel what you're doing, and even if learning lightsaber combat was harder for him because he's visually impaired, he preferred spending an afternoon going through katas again than being stuck listening to a recording of a book he has to read (because, headcanon time: I imagine they have audiobooks in a galaxy far far away, but the really interesting texts Padawans get assigned as readings don't necessarily have a recording, and if that was the case he had to listen to Korcha or one of his friends read him the book, which can get old quick. In any case, he wasn't a fan) Devafe's hobbies obviously include reading, but she also likes playing board games, and she has an interest in geography, while Reil is more the type to have plants, to do pottery or to paint.

Korcha is is a strict Master: she wants her Padawans to do the best they can, to really invest themselves and to be serious about learning. She gave them help if they needed it, she went over things they hadn't understood and explained them again, but they couldn't just vaguely do it to say it's done. She had to get better at helping, because she tended to assume people weren't cooperating when they just didn't understand or didn't know how to go about it, but the Padawan isn't the only one learning things during the apprenticeship haha. While she’s strict, she will never pass up an occasion to sing the praises of her Padawans to someone else, and she’s very family-oriented, in a way: she regularly hosts little get-togethers with her extended lineage and friends where people bring food and have a chat, and when she sees all the people she loves in the same room having fun together it warms her heart. She also puts a lot of importance in traditions, she respects them a lot, she's very proud of contributing to the Order, and of helping it grow and prosper by training new Jedi.

This, by the way, is why both Reil and Devafe had the silly Padawan haircut: I personally headcanon it's an old tradition and Masters are free to ask it of their Padawans or not. Obviously, Mrs Traditions Are Important had them wear it, and let me tell you they both were glad to grow it out, though not really in the same way. Reil, though he's let his hair grow when he became a Knight and hasn't cut it since, kind of liked the clear, tangible reminder that he was someone's apprentice, that he belonged with the Order. Devafe was less enthusiastic and mostly thought it was ugly, I imagine she was pretty happy the serious Master Serach wanted her to be her Padawan, but when she had to cut her hair short like that she felt a bit disappointed.

Korcha, given that she's based on a language teacher of mine, is kind of specialised in languages. I haven't thought of all the languages she studied, but she speaks quite a few of them, and can do a good translation job. Devafe somewhat followed in her footsteps, but focussed on only one or two, and really got familiar with the culture's litterature and culture. Reil wasn't as interested, and while he picked up a few things it's not really one of his skills.

I imagine Devafe as the kind to want to specialize in Makashi, if that helps get a better reading of her vibes, while Reil is probably better at Shii-Cho or Niman, and Korcha remains to be decided. After a little research, I determined that Reil probably has an acceptable level in lightsaber combat, given that he can't really see much. I think it would make sense for him to use a shoto, or at least one of those adjustable-length sabers, because the closer you are to the person you're fighting the better it is when you don't see them. His level certainly wouldn't be good enough to send him on missions that would involve combat or, later on, to battles in the war, especially if you add his disability, but he prefers staying at the Temple and teaching the younglings in any case. He would win against someone who isn't really trained in combat and doesn't know him, but that's about it. However, he was trained, knighted and lives in an era where there's no actual need to be excellent at combat: there are no Sith anymore, and lightsaber combat is mostly a sport. It's understandable he wouldn't be incredible at it, and it's not a skill he absolutely needs, so overall it's fine. As for Devafe, she didn't particularly want to spend hours sparring, but she likes being good at things, and she couldn't just let herself be acceptable at it: she wanted to have a good level if only to have a good level, and she put effort into it (that, and Korcha wouldn't have let her slack off anyway)

I haven't mentioned it yet, but she's also a very honest person, who will say what she thinks if she says anything. That and the fact she applied herself to be good at as many things she could meant she was totally the type to say things like 'oh, it's fine, you weren't very likely to win' after a spar with another Padawan, not because she's mean or she thinks she's inherently better like people assume she is based on the fact she's Arkanian, but because that's true: she spent time practicing and they didn't, that's the logical conclusion. Korcha, who was the same kind of kid except she did think she was a little better than others and had to learn humility, has to remind her to avoid saying that kind of thing, and that honesty isn't always the best course of action even if it's true.

Finally, I wanted to give them sort of a lineage theme: Korcha’s master was a Bothan who saw this little spider girl who acted like she was cooler than everyone else and that other Jedi didn’t particularly want to take on and made her their Padawan; Korcha did the same for a blind boy Masters didn’t know how to train and an Arkanian kid with a reputation for being too full of herself. Not that I’m saying Jedi are prejudiced and assholes, not at all, just that sometimes you don’t think you’d do a good job at teaching that specific kid for whatever reasons. And that’s a good thing, if you don’t think you would work well with one of the Initiates then don’t take them as your Padawan, that’s better for everyone involved! But Korcha’s Master and Korcha herself thought they could do it and they did.

So here, that was for my three Jedi, I love them very much and they’re cool <3 I actually have maybe a few more things on them and I didn’t talk about Cehim but honestly that’s enough of a novel for tonight haha

Method 1 Understanding Your Partner

1 Recognize that bisexuals have a mixed attraction toward men and women. When entering into a serious relationship with a bisexual person, be prepared to accept their attraction to a person of another sex—the same way straight or gay people are attracted to members of one sex. Remember that if this person is dating you in the first place, it is because they are attracted to you as an individual.[1]

Even though bisexual people are attracted to two sexes, this doesn't mean they are attracted to everyone. They have limits and standards, just like everyone else does. By the same token, do not ask your partner if they "prefer sex with men or women." If you are in a relationship with them, you must always assume that they prefer you.

Some bisexuals are equally attracted to both men and women, but others have mixed attractions, e.g., they may feel more romantically attracted to one gender but more physically attracted to the other.[2]

2 Respect the bisexuality of the person you're dating as part of their identity. Most bisexual people consider themselves to always be bisexual, no matter who they are dating at the time. Do not suggest that they are heterosexual if they are in a relationship with a person of the opposite sex, or that they are gay if they are in a same-sex relationship.[3]

As such, do not ask your partner if he or she is attracted to each person that they meet. Instead, accept them as they are if you wish to retain your relationship with them.

Some people differentiate between their orientation and their behavior. Their orientation is bisexual, but their behavior (at least currently) is straight or gay. This is normal and all a part of the spectrum.

3 Know that bisexuals aren't "in transition." Not so long ago, being gay was flat out unacceptable. As a result, many gay people eased the coming out process by proclaiming themselves as bisexual and sort of getting their feet wet. It sort of ruined everything for those who were actually bisexual, turning Bitown into a pit stop to Gayville. But that's not how it is. Sure, some people may transition that way, slowly realizing (or letting themselves realize) they're gay—but others are aware of themselves and know that they're bisexual without question.[4]

It's perfectly normal to worry that your partner will eventually "turn" gay or "turn" straight. While it's feasible, don't think it's likely. Either way, right now they're into you, and that's all that matters.

4 Realize that bisexuals aren't promiscuous. They are just like everyone else. The gay community (and bisexuals getting lumped into that) gets a bad rap for being particularly oversexed. A lot of that is true; there are a lot of gay people and bisexuals having tons of casual sex. However, there are lots of straight people having casual sex all over the place as well. It has less to do with the orientation of the person and much more to do with their character. Bisexuals are not any more or less likely to be monogamous than anyone else.[5]

For a long time, many gay and bisexual people couldn't act on their feelings, or society would reject them. Now that society is becoming more tolerant, some people may try to make up for all that "lost time" once they come out of the closet. After all, a whole new world opened up to them. Wouldn't you take advantage of it too? So while promiscuity has nothing to do with orientation, it may have something to do with being held back for so long.

If he or she is a cheater, they're a cheater regardless of their sexuality. A person of good, upstanding character won't cheat, whether they're bisexual, gay, or heterosexual.

5 Understand that bisexuals aren't indecisive, untrustworthy, or confused. Many believe that bisexuals are just having their cake and eating it too, aren't really self-aware, or are immature and selfish and therefore can't be trusted. None of these are true. Bisexuals made the same choice that heterosexuals made. That is, they didn't make one. They just happen to be attracted to both sexes.

The idea that someone's sexual orientation determines their character is archaic. While many gays do tend to use their sexual orientation to identify themselves and grow their character, that's more of a poor reflection of society than it is a statement on the nature of sexuality. While liking men or women or both is a part of you, it's just a big a part as having brown hair or two arms. Big deal, right? It's just a question of preference, some prefer sweet, some prefer savoury, some like it hot, some prefer cold, some like men, some like women, some like both. It's really nothing to get hung up about. Focus on what you like about your partner and what they enjoy about your company.

6 Know that they're just as likely to be monogamous. Persons who are considered to be bisexual are attracted to two sexes, but this doesn't mean that they feel the need to be with a man and a woman at the same time. Just like straight or gay people, the vast majority of bisexual men and women will want a monogamous relationship. When it comes to marriage, a bisexual person may end up with a partner of either gender.[6]

If a woman marries a man it does not mean that she is straight, and by the same token, marrying a woman will not make her gay. The person that they marry will be the one they are in love with as a person, and may or may not have anything to do with gender.

That said, studies suggest that bisexuals are also more likely to question relationship norms such as monogamy. Approximately 65 percent of women and 20-30 percent of men in polyamorous communities identify as bisexual, which is a higher percentage than those belonging to other orientations.[7]

Method 2 Solidifying the Relationship

1 Enter into a serious relationship with your significant other just as you would with any other person, regardless of sex or orientation. Understand that if they are attracted to a member of a different or the same sex as yours, that they are not cheating on you. This is the same as straight or gay people being attracted to other members of one sex. Remember that your partner is attracted to you as an individual, and by understanding that they wish to remain with you, it will make your relationship stronger.

In a serious relationship, your partner should not only be your lover, they should also be your best and most trusted friend. If you feel you cannot accept this, then do not enter into the relationship. Remember: It's no different than how a heterosexual person will always be attracted to the opposite sex, yet they chose to be in a relationship with you, instead of all the other people they are attracted to.

2 Don't let jealousy become an issue. Sure, the entire world is open to them when it comes to sexual options. Sort of. Only not really. They still have standards. If anything, being bisexual is going to make them more selective when it comes to the men and women they are attracted to—and you're one of them!

And definitely don't let it morph your perception of yourself. You should not try to be more macho or more feminine. You nabbed them in the first place, so you are good as you are. Just because they're attracted to both sexes doesn't mean they want both at the same time.

3 Don't let paranoia ruin the relationship's potential. If you're straight and you're dating someone who is bisexual, don't fret that they're just on their way to discovering they're gay. And if you're gay and dating someone who is bisexual, don't fret that they are "just going through a phase." This person wants to date you, and they won't suddenly become gay or straight. There is no reason to be paranoid.

Sometimes if you go looking for trouble, you'll find it. If you don't trust the person you're dating, they'll be able to tell. An otherwise perfect relationship could get ruined just by being in your head. Relax! Any paranoia on your part is just imagined.

4 Maintain a healthy relationship with your significant other, as you would with any other person that you enjoy being with, or even love. Be honest with them, be open with them, and share thoughts and feelings. Forgive one another and tell the unarguable truth when it comes to disagreements, learn to appreciate your partner rather than show unhealthy criticism. Help each other when needed, and communicate openly about most any thing as you would, with a person of your same sexuality.[8]

If your partner doesn't ease your jealous tendencies, then it's not because they're bisexual—it's because they're inconsiderate of your feelings. If you constantly find yourself wondering and worrying, it's an issue to be discussed with your partner. If you don't feel reassured and safe, it may be a relationship that needs to end.

5 Ask questions. It is perfectly normal to need your worries or concerns assuaged. You need their orientation explained to you and odds are they'll be perfectly happy to do that. After all, it's certainly your business! Go in level-headed and confident. They're with you.

"Do you want a sexual relationship with a man/woman?" is a very different question than, "Are you sexually attracted to men/women?" Some bisexuals will willingly admit they're into two sexes, but having a relationship with one isn't in the foreseeable future or is a hot fantasy. In your conversations, be sure to clarify meanings and speak clearly. Knowing will help you relax and assure you in your emotions and in your relationship.

6 Be open minded. Some people think that bisexuality is a bad thing, and it certainly has its unique challenges. However, being bisexual is just another manifestation of human sexual diversity. You wouldn't discriminate against someone of a different race or denomination, so how is this any different?

Other people may feel it's in their right to ask you questions about dating a bisexual. They may openly express their disbelief at the legitimacy of your relationship or show inappropriate levels of surprise or pessimism. These people have old-fangled conceptions of relationships and don't deserve a second look. If you're happy, you're happy. That's all that matters.

7 Take a look inward. If you're still concerned about dating a bisexual, it may be more a reflection of you than it is of them. Are there deeper issues of trust at play here? Maybe you're afraid they'll leave you not because they're bisexual, but because of your own issues with self-worth. It just gets all confused in your mind. Rest assured, they're with you.

Think about it this way: They chose you over every other person on the planet. How awesome does that feel? You sure must be something!

May I please request a Yandere Shigaraki and Dabi (separate not together) visiting their civilian s/o at work (like a book or game store) and finds some dude flirting with them and they're s/o is uncomfortable with the guy?

This was fun! I had a bunch of my new friends on discord give me ideas and advice for this one! Very helpful with the jokes used!

Shigaraki Tomura

Tomura took a step out of Kurogiri's warp gate and into the alleyway. He looked around and thankfully nobody saw him. Pale fingers reached up and hesitantly removed father, carefully slipping him into the pocket of the hoodie he wore. Today he was coming to check on his beloved and drop off lunch while you were working. About a month ago, Tomura had come in to buy a new video game but he couldn't decide which one. You walked over and asked to help, which surprised him. The entire time you were chatting away, he just stared. You talked to him like he was an old friend. So kind and sweet. Tomura was instantly captivated. Shortly after, he made multiple visits to the store just for the chance to talk to you. And in no time, you had began dating. It was fate.

The bell chimed as he walked in the door. Red eyes scanned the store, looking around to spot any signs of your hair or figure. Sure enough, he spotted you at the counter. You were standing a ways a way from the desk, an obvious look of discomfort planted on your face.. why was that? Tomura began walking over, noticing that a man was leaning over the counter with a smug smile across his face. As he approached, he could begin to hear what the man was saying.

"-too easy for me. I beat it in like a day. What about you? Have you ever played that one?"

"Um... No can't say I have," you admitted awkwardly.

The man grinned and leaned closer, propping his arm on the counter.

"Too hard for you sweetheart? Do you need a player 2? Give me your number and I can come over tonight and show you how-"

"Take a hint you idiot. Clearly they aren't interested," Tomura snarled.

Both you and the man look back in surprise, not even noticing him until now. Tomura stood tall, doing everything in his power not to reach out and kill the disgusting idiot who dared to talk to his beloved in such a demeaning way. The man shot a glare at him while the look on your face was one of relief.

"Hey fuck off you gangly freak. This has nothing to do with you!" the man barked back in annoyance.

Tomura couldn't even look at the man. If he did, Tomura wasn't sure if he would be able to restrain himself. Instead, he focused his gaze on you and the relived smile you dawned. That precious smile he adored so much. That smile he wanted to protect.

"...It has everything to do with me when I'm their boyfriend.... " he muttered.

The man scoffed. Tomura's hand shot out and slapped a nearby display shelf. Before the man could speak, the surface instantly began to crumble and decay, the contents of the shelves falling to the ground.

"That was just an inanimate object... imagine what it would be like if it was someone who pissed me off," Tomura sneered.

The look in Tomura's eyes told him to stay silent. The unfiltered hatred and murderous intention behind those red orbs made it hard to think, let alone talk. The man scoffed and turned to leave.

"Tch! Not worth it," he grumbled while walking away.

The door chimed again, signalling that he had left the store. You let out a big sigh of relief. Tomura's ruby gaze softened and turned back to you, giving you a smile before beging to pick up the scattered display items. You walked over from behind the counter and began to help him pick everything up.

"Thank you," you muttered shyly.

"Of course," he replied sweetly.

******

Dabi

Dabi walked down the steps to the bar, pushing the door open and wandering inside. He wasn't coming here to drink today. If he wanted to do that, he could have just stayed at the League and got free drinks from Kurogiri. But no, he was here on a mission tonight. The room was buzzing, packed with patrons all nursing a beverage while chatting away. Some watching sports on the TVs, others playing pool. None of them mattered. Only one person mattered.

Cyan eyes scanned the room and sure enough, he spotted you behind the bar counter mixing and pouring drinks. Dabi's mood instantly lightened just by looking at you. But as he got closer, he noticed that your brows were furrowed and you were scowling. What gives? Sitting at one of the stools was a man, visibly tipsy like many of the other customers. But he wasn't taking his eyes off you. The way he was looking at you... it was like he was undressing you with his eyes.

"Hey dollface! You like sex on the beach? I do. The drink isn't half bad either Haha! Maybe we can hang out after you're off work?" he slurred. You shoot a glare at him.

"Sir for the last time, I'll cut you off if you don't stop it," you warned him in annoyance.

"What? It was a joke! Don't be such a prude haha! Hey- you got a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I have a boyfriend. And this is your last warning before I have someone kick you out!" you snapped in annoyance.

Dabi's blood was boiling. How long had this been going on? How long had this pathetic excuse for a human being been hitting on you? Dabi slowly walked over and sat down on the stool beside him, seething. You were too angrily cleaning classes and serving shots on the opposite end of the bar to even notice Dabi. Were you so angry that you were oblivious to him? What else had this douchebag said to you? Dabi's fists clentched at what other putrid things the man might have told you. The fire burning inside him was screaming, telling set that scum on fire. The man stared at you, oogling while you bent over to pull a bottleneck out of the mini fridge under the counter. The man licked his lips.

"Damn... What a tight lil ass," he slurred.

With that, Dabi stood up and grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him down against the counter. He was pinned, one hand on his neck and one hand pressing down against his chest. Everyone stopped and looked over at the commotion in shock, yourself included. Smoke began to waft up from the man's shirt as the fabric began to burn under Dabi's touch. He leaned down and whispered into his ear.

"Get out of here before I roast you alive and make you squeal like the pig you are," he hissed quietly, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Dabi released his hold, pushing the man back to have him stumble away. The man was visibly shaking, a black hand shaped burn seared into the front if his shirt. He wabbled away, eyes wide in fear before turning and running out the door. Dabi smirked, watching proudly as he left the bar. Slowly, people began to go back to talking and minding their own business. His eyes flickered back to you... Uh oh. You did not look happy. You stomped over from behind the bar and pulled him to the side to angrily whisper at him.

"Dabi what the hell?! You can't just do that to a customer!" you hissed quietly.

He smirked and ruffles you hair.

"Yeah... But I can't have someone talking to my baby that way either. He's lucky I didn't do worse," he explained smugly. You scowl was back, but this one was one of embarrassment than anger.

"Thanks... but his tab was like $40. Meaning you gotta pay, got it?"

He chuckled and began pulling out his wallet.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say."

Jac & Amelia

Jac: Which talk are you going to tomorrow? I can't decide between the humanities and the science ones, because I need them both Jac: Idk why they're on at the same time 🙄 Amelia: Humanities Jac: That makes sense for you Jac: Ugh...oh! Jac: Sav will have to go to one, I'll go to the other and we'll take notes Jac: that will have to do, I talked to Sir and he REFUSES to reschedule, even though he said my point was fair ??? 🤷😒 Amelia: crisis averted Jac: Something like that Jac: maybe we could voice record Jac: have to be sat practically on the speaker though 🤭 Amelia: Sir wouldn't refuse you that Jac: 😷 Jac: I'll come to humanities with you if you like Amelia: I'll be in the back Jac: Come on Jac: that isn't even 😎 now Amelia: neither am I Jac: Why are you acting like you're too cool to sit with me then? Amelia: I don't care about the talk tomorrow Amelia: I probably won't even go Jac: you'll get done if you don't tick off at least one Amelia: they can't punish me for being off sick Jac: you skiver Amelia: if you want me to send you the pics of me on the bathroom floor right now, I will Jac: You're actually sick Jac: bummer Amelia: I look forward to reading more of that on the get well card attached to my 💐 Jac: Don't be so dramatic Jac: what have you got, that cold that's going 'round? Jac: you need to take [these] vitamins Amelia: no Jac: 🤮💩 then Jac: so fluids Amelia: are you done? Jac: There's no need to be snippy Amelia: I can take care of myself Jac: So you want flowers but not anything of actual use Jac: what is up with you right now? Amelia: I don't want flowers, it was clearly a joke Jac: Hilarious, babe Amelia: you'd think so if it came out of his mouth Jac: Who's? Jac: Sirs? Amelia: you're really going to do this? Jac: Do what? Jac: Pursue head of English? Jac: because no, oddly enough Amelia: they don't have the budget for 🌹 it goes on 📚 Jac: So that's what you're on about Jac: my date with Connell Amelia: it's not my fault you've already blocked it out Jac: Why would I have blocked it out? Jac: I had a nice time, thanks for asking Amelia: I literally will never ask Jac: Well that's really nice isn't it Amelia: that's what you keep Is around for Amelia: tell her the gory details Jac: I'm keeping you around because you're meant to be my friends Jac: what the hell Amelia: yeah, that's what I'm meant to be Jac: Say what you mean to say, Meels Jac: you've started now Amelia: no, I think I'm done now actually Amelia: with this Jac: you're actually serious Amelia: if you're serious, then yeah Jac: This is really immature Jac: I go on one date and you don't want to be my friend anymore, seriously Amelia: I can't be mature about it, happy for you, whatever the fuck else you want Jac: Thanks Jac: glad that I mean that little to you Amelia: you mean that much to me Jac: There's nothing wrong with him Amelia: I already feel like I'm dying, I can't listen to your bullet points of his pros Jac: What is wrong with you, why haven't you said? Amelia: because it'll only make me feel worse Jac: I'm not doing this to make you feel bad Amelia: I know Jac: I like boys, I'm sorry Amelia: what do you want me to say? Jac: I know you don't, it's okay Jac: but I can't be that Jac: for you Amelia: it's not okay because you are that for me Amelia: I can't pretend you're not Jac: there will be another person Jac: who can Amelia: you don't know that Jac: of course I do Jac: you're lovely and beautiful and funny Jac: any girl would be lucky to date you Amelia: if I just wanted to date any girl, I would Jac: I can't be gay Jac: there's nothing I can do to make you feel better, is there Amelia: just leave me alone Amelia: because I can't ask you how your date went, it's never going to be something we can gossip about Jac: that doesn't matter Amelia: that makes it worse Amelia: if you think it doesn't matter and we can tip toe around it Jac: no, I didn't mean it like that Jac: I meant the date Jac: I don't need to talk about it, or any dates Amelia: even if you don't, they're still happening Jac: well just Jac: ignore it Jac: you were the one that wanted to go back to before Amelia: I can't ignore it, it's making me sick Jac: you say I mean something to you but now you can't even be my friend Amelia: maybe I couldn't ever and never was Amelia: I don't know anymore Jac: that's bullshit Jac: we were friends, why are you saying this Amelia: I was in love with you Amelia: am Jac: but Jac: how long Amelia: I don't know Jac: we can't Amelia: we won't Jac: you will Jac: not me Amelia: I have to walk away now Jac: I have to let you Amelia: I guess you get custody of Is, she's too boy crazy to go with me Jac: She can decide herself Jac: you can decide what you tell her, I won't say anything Amelia: I wouldn't know where to begin Jac: you aren't going to tell her Jac: you know, the truth Amelia: you know me, I only tell people things I want them to know Amelia: why would I want her to know that it was all fake and wrong? Jac: it wasn't fake Jac: but I understand why you wouldn't want to, I can think of something, that doesn't make you look bad in any kind of way Jac: if you'd like Amelia: what else would you call years of memories not being what you thought they were Jac: it all still happened Amelia: Yeah but what I thought was going to happen next didn't Amelia: and that makes me doubt the rest and myself Jac: yeah Jac: that is Jac: horrible Jac: if there was something I could do, I know that's useless to say Amelia: it's not your fault or on you to try and fix Amelia: I did this to myself Amelia: Is wouldn't understand, I don't even Jac: it feels like it is Jac: it's Jac: even if I was Jac: I couldn't be the sort of girlfriend you'd deserve Amelia: please don't Amelia: I don't want you to feel bad, I literally want the opposite Jac: but I'm serious Jac: I didn't even listen to a word Connell said, I barely laughed at any of his jokes Jac: I'm just awful Jac: it's okay to do that to a boy but I wouldn't want to treat you like that Amelia: it wouldn't be okay if a boy treated you like I have either Amelia: we're probably even Jac: There's some really nice girls that are out now Amelia: I know you're trying to help me but stop Jac: okay Amelia: I can't do it Jac: who are you going to go 'round with at school though Jac: what are you going to do Amelia: fuck school, it's transition year Jac: Oh, Amelia Jac: I feel sick Amelia: me too Jac: does your mum hate me Amelia: of course not Amelia: she can't hate you for liking boys if she doesn't hate me for not Jac: I knew she would never not love you Jac: no matter what Amelia: I was never worried about my parents either Amelia: I think they knew before me anyway Jac: That's important Jac: and makes me feel a bit better Amelia: maybe they'll homeschool me and people can think I'm weird for something that actually is Jac: would you like that? Amelia: not really Amelia: my mum's less annoying, she's still a lot Jac: yeah Jac: loads of people want to be your friend Jac: you'll get taken in by someone so fast Amelia: maybe but I'll be okay if not Amelia: no need to be Savannah-ish about it Jac: I'd hate it Amelia: you don't have to worry about it Jac: I hope so Amelia: trust me Jac: Is might go with you Amelia: I don't think so Jac: Is this real? Amelia: Yeah Amelia: it'll feel like it when I ruin the best friends forever thing without giving her a good reason why, she'll probably never shut up about it Jac: I don't care about her Jac: no offence Jac: I mean us Jac: not being best friends forever Amelia: that's real too Jac: right Amelia: I'm really sorry Jac: it's not your fault Jac: it's just how it has to be Amelia: I don't know what else to do Jac: no, you have to Jac: it's right for you Amelia: or I've got this wrong too Jac: you have to try Jac: you can't keep feeling bad Amelia: I'll try then Jac: I will too Jac: with leaving you be Amelia: you can take your humanities notes, I'm staying home Amelia: my mum is making me Jac: that's probably for the best too Amelia: I must look how I feel Jac: you have to believe it'll get easier Amelia: that's like the slogan Jac: just keep repeating it until it feels real Amelia: that sounds too much like something Savannah would do Jac: maybe she has a point Amelia: never Jac: 😏 Amelia: I have to go, mum's being dramatic about me lying on the floor Jac: feel better and stay safe Jac: promise Amelia: I promise not to pull any dangerous crap but I don't know how to feel better Jac: dangerous but not deadly then Amelia: 😏 if that's your audition for the dramatic one now I've gone, it was great, but it isn't me who gets the final say Jac: it means a lot coming from you Amelia: obviously Jac: See you around Amelia: or not Jac: alright Jac: sorry Amelia: you'll be at uni before you know it, you're always saying it's just around the corner Jac: so will you Jac: we all will Jac: it's still too far away Amelia: I know Amelia: tomorrow feels too far away for me after today Jac: I know what you mean Amelia: anyway Amelia: my mum's not talking to hear herself speak, apparently Jac: go on Jac: don't keep her waiting Amelia: 🏃

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