#man idk I was kinda venting when I wrote this
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“To Be Better”
Big Brother!Yoshida x Gender Neutral Reader
(Tw: Sexual Abuse, Rape, Incest, Mild Smut, Mental Health, Suicidal Ideation)
A/N: I told myself I would finish this today and I did against my better judgment. This is not fully proofread and a bit different in comparison to other things I’ve written. Not heavy on the smut but definitely heavy. Idk. This isn’t good. Goodnight <3
Your older brother Yoshida is the brightest star to ever shine in your family. He got into all of the top universities (and every school he applied to for that matter) he’s smart, he’s attractive and everyone loves him to pieces, even those he’s only said one word to. He’s that type of guy. Too charismatic for his own good. A revolving door of people interested in being with him. Not a single flaw on his pretty skin.
Then, there’s you. You’re born second, but that doesn’t make you any where near close to second to him. Somehow, even with there being only two of you, you fall further down. You’re not placing in a race with him. You graduated two years after him, but no one from your extended family showed up like they did for him. You had a few friends, but were otherwise known as Hirofumi’s younger sibling. Your existence felt like an inconsequential blip when you were so eclipsed by him in every aspect of anything you did. He is the sun, but to say you’re the moon would be a lie.
So, it felt nice to graduate. To leave the school where every one knew you as a his shadow and the comparisons never ended. It felt nice to go to a community college where no one knew you and forge your own identity.
Even with him out of the house two years before, you still weren’t as free from him as you have been recently. You’re healing as of late. His winter break visit has come and gone and you’re getting better. This summer will be better. There’s just you and sure, you still live with your parents who always compared you to him, but now your lives have almost completely diverged. They have to, after all the work you’ve put in to getting better about being his shadow.
Of course, it’s not as simple as him having disappeared at university forver, though. It cant be your happily ever after. He comes home over his breaks and this one is no different.
The summer air is hot. It’s unpleasant and almost inescapable. There’s three popsicle sticks on your desk and the ceiling fan of your room is going as fast as it can go. It’s working desperately to cool you down with its gentle whirring, but still, you’re sticky with a light cast of sweat as you lay silently on your bed in wait.
You know he’s here. His voice flows proudly all through the house as he greets your parents and asks where you are and why you haven’t come to see him. You can hear him padding down the hall. Your brother has a distinct walk. It’s heavy and light all at once, like he’s waltzing his way to your door. A distinct feeling of dread punctuates each and every step.
As the door to your room swings open, you’re greeted by that same gut punch of a smile that you hadn’t been unfortunate enough to see since winter. This time it’ll be longer. The summer is too long.
“What?” It’s not really a question. Just something to make him go away.
“What?” He repeats back to you. “You’re not excited to see me?” Hirofumi… his voice is like silk; like he’s got it all figured out. It’s no wonder he’s got everyone fooled.
…
Usually it’s the summer heat that keeps you up all night, but tonight it’s him. You can’t see him, but you know he’s there and for that reason you haven’t left your room all day. His presence is an ache in your brain and the dryness of your mouth. This was supposed to be easier.
For the first time since he’s been back, you walk as quietly as possible out of your room praying that he isn’t awake. When you pass his room there’s no light coming from under the closed door and not a sound to be heard.
He’s asleep. Thank god.
You take a breath of relief and hurry yourself through the house, but as you round the corner into the kitchen the lights are on and he’s there. Closing the cabinets after putting up one last dish. And there it is. That sickening smile as he spots you.
“You didn’t eat dinner with us.”
You ignore him and pull open the refrigerator. All of the foods been neatly wrapped up and nicely stacked in small containers. You don’t check them to see what’s inside. Instead, you pick at a bunch of grapes and shovel them into your mouth one by one. There’s nothing to be said. You’re dealing with this well enough.
The grapes are ice cold and pop deliciously in your mouth. This is the best thing to happen to you all day. You needed this. You deserve this. Until, it’s interrupted by a large hand on your shoulder.
You stiffen.
“Don’t-” You turn and smack his hand off of your shoulder.
“Why are you acting like that?” He asks. He’s trapping you between his body and the ice cold inside of the refrigerator. He’s so close. Too close. You can smell him. He smells so fucking good. It’s sweet like fresh cut grass and natural like the wind traveling over the sea. It’s sickening. He’s making you nauseous by being in your space. A headache is forming. He shouldn’t be this close.
Your hand shoots out between the two of you and pushes at his chest before you even realize you’ve moved. You retract your hand like you were burned. “Move.” It’s quiet but stern. He doesn’t budge in the slightest. A look of confusion paints his face.
“What is your problem?” He steels himself.
For a second you almost believe him. You almost believe he’s truly lost and he doesn’t know why you’re acting like this towards him.
“You were fine when I came back over the break in winter.”
Right. Winter. You don’t even want to think about it.
He pulls you away from the refrigerator with a tight grip on your arm. You here it click closed and your brain stops working at the sound. He’s been treating you like this forever. Like a rag doll. For a second you let it happen. You have half a mind to let him do what he’s always done, but with the better half you pull away from him. His hand feels like it should’ve left burn marks in every spot he’d touched.
“Leave me alone.” You want to scream but it comes out as a hushed cry. Your nails dig into his forearm and he lets you go. You stumble back into the counter and you don’t even feel the pain that accompanies it.
“You don’t like me anymore?” His smile is confused. His eyebrows are furrowed. He pretends not to know what’s wrong.
…
You’re dealing with this the best way you know how.
He’s not here, in your room, but somehow he’s everywhere. His smell lingers in there air. Somehow it feels like his hand is still wrapped around your arms. You can’t get rid of him even in the quiet of your own room.
You lock the door. You unlock it. You lock it again.
You flick the light on. You flick it off. You flick it on again. You leave it off.
You start to try to lay back down, but you can’t bring yourself to touch your bed. Not with Hirofumi all over you.
The only solution is a shower.
The water burns just right against your thigh as you step in. You needed this. You weren’t ready to see him again.
Your body is trembling. How long have you been like that? Are there tears in your eye? You can feel your throat tightening up and wetness streaming down your face. Why are you crying? He didn’t do anything to you.
Maybe you shouldn’t be treating him like this. You liked him in the winter. You liked what happened then. You’re fooling yourself into thinking you’re the victim. After all these years, you’re not the victim.
Like a bullet in the chest it hits you all at once. So many years of him fight to the forefront of your thoughts.
Even as you scrub your skin you can feel his hands all over you. You’re sure the soap smells like him. You hold the soap to your nose and the thought goes away. It doesn’t smell like him.
You think about the winter. Your unlocked door. An invite for him to come in. You scrub at your skin.
You remember the heat of his body against yours. When you would beg him to stop. You scrub.
His hands gripping at your chest. Your quiet discomfort as you let him. The tears that rolled down your cheeks and the the way he kissed them away. You’ll clean him off of you even if your skin turns raw.
You can’t breathe. The tightness in your throat is getting worse. You’re sure you’re bawling. You want this to end. To go away. You need to go away.
Your knees buckles under you and when they crack against the shower floor the world becomes clear again. You can hear yourself sobbing. You can feel that the waters too hot against your skin. It’s too much.
A knock on the door comes as you rush to turn the water off.
“Are you okay?” Hirofumi’s voice lingers on the other side. You can smell him again. “Y/N~” He sings your name out with the beat of his second round of knocks at the door. “Do you want me to come in there?”
You’re still crying. You can’t catch your breathe. Your pleads for him not to come in are stuck in your throat.
You hear him say your name again. Then, the door starts to inch open. He can’t do this. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t.
“GO AWAY!” You scream out before you knew you could speak again. The door clicks shut. Footsteps sound further and further until they disappear. Relief. You melt in to the wall of the tub. He’s gone.
There’s no telling how long you stayed there; a mess of sopping wet hair and skin, but you eventually pull yourself together and rush to get your pajamas on. The long pants. The long sleeves. They tug against your wet skin and make you sweat already.
You look in the mirror; into your bloodshot eyes.
You can never brush your teeth enough. It’s like his tongue is always in your mouth. The taste of his breath lingers. The inside of your mouth feels like his. Too much like his. Your lips are so chewed up trying escape the feeling, they crack even more when you brush your teeth. You brush until your gums bleed. Until your mouth feels as raw as your skin. Until the taste of iron replaces him. Until you can sleep at night. The taste of him will come back. It always does.
…
Your parents don’t sit down for breakfast unless he’s around. Your mom doesn’t cook unless it’s for him. You don’t exist outside of him.
You push your food around your plate and tune them out. He’s sitting across from you and you’re not looking up unless you have to. You’re not hungry this morning. You don’t want to be here.
“Why don’t you want to learn how yo drive?”
The question sounds pointed at you. You stop, to listen again.
“You know…” You stop hearing his voice, but you’re sure he’s still talking. You keep looking down at your plate. “…really, I’m your big brother I should.” You can hear that fucking smile in his voice.
“That would be great, wouldn’t it, honey?” Your moms hand rubs soothingly over your thigh. You almost get the urge to cry again, but you can’t. “Hirofumi could be a great person to teach you?”
You look at her, confused.
“He can teach you how to drive. You should really learn. And maybe look at his new car.”
“It’s really nice.” Your dad cuts in.
He has a new car.
“It’d be great. To make new memories and stuff, right?” Hirofumi looks so endearing. The sun coming in through the window surrounds his body in soft morning light. Of course, he’s glowing. He casts a shadow over your breakfast plate.
“I’ll learn to drive on my own time.” You stuff your mouth with eggs.
Your mother insists that you let Hirofumi teach you. She’s like that. He’s her favorite. He does everything right the first time.
You leave breakfast early and leave them to their golden child.
You lock your door. You unlock it. You lock it again. You check the handle. It’s locked.
Your pajamas are suffocating you. It’s only going to get hotter from this point in the day, but you can’t change. You turn your ceiling fan on. You can breath.
You open a book and try to forget.
By the afternoon, the house falls silent. You leave your room and check all around the place. For each room you flick the lights on and of again and again. Not a soul. Tension relieves itself in places you didn’t know you had it. After checking all the locks, you sprawl out on the couch. Let them be gone forever.
…
You’re burning up. You’re sweating. You have a headache. The tv is on, but there’s some other noise. The couch suddenly feels too small.
“Do you want to go in my room?” Hands tap your cheeks to wake you. Your eyes struggle to open. Your mouth doesn’t move. Again. “Do you want to go in my room?” His face is far above yours, there’s brightness in his eyes, but they remain pitch black. His bangs are still too low. “It’s cooler in there. You’re sweating a lot. C’mon.”
He grabs you. Hoists you in to his arms and you latch on to him. You let him carry you. He loves to carry you. You’re so easy. So so easy. Why are you letting him do this.
“Hiro-”
Nothing.
“Hirofumi…”
“Hm?”
“Please take me to my room. I don’t want to do this.”
“It was fine a couple moths ago. Wasn’t it?”
You shake your head. You never liked it. That time you thought if you tried to enjoy it you’d hurt less. If you finally smiled and gave him what he wanted willingly it wouldn’t be as bad as all of the times before. It worked in the moment, but like every time before it came back to haunt you. You can’t do it again, but you don’t argue.
You let him lay you down on his bed. You go limp. You can’t run. You’ve never been able to stop this.
You think you say his name out loud, but if you do, he doesn’t answer. You ask where your mom’s at. Nothing. Your pajama pants are off. You hear yourself say stop. His hand smooths over your underwear.
There’s a moment of darkness and suddenly you’re both naked. You’re pushing at his muscles. His mouth is leaving wet kisses down your body. You swear you’re begging him to end this. There’s something of a cry for help in there. He can’t do this again.
“You wanted this last time, remember?” He breathes over your sex and drags his tongue across. Your body reacts as if you were struck by electricity, but you feel nothing. There’s just a strange wetness between your legs.
He can’t seem to remember the times before when you said no. All the times that came before the winter. When his hands traveled down in to your uniform. When you told him he didn’t need to kiss you before his graduation speech for good luck. When you said you didn’t want to know what he’d taste like. There were so many rejections, but he just can’t be a good brother.
He can only remember when you begged for him at the park last winter. When you let him climb in your bed and rub himself against the curve of your ass. When you licked his semen off the palm of your hand and kissed him hungrily. He can only remember last winter.
You were so scared. You thought you could face your demons head on.
He’s inside you. He’s so deep inside you. His tongue lick’s at the salty tears and sweat on your cheeks. His lips interlock with yours and you don’t kiss back. Not this time. You feel nothing and everything. Every vein dragging in and out of you. Every fingernail digging into your waist. The muscle in his chest where your hands aren’t pushing any more. Every breath he steals from you. But you don’t feel it.
You’re trapped eye to eye under him. His bedside lamp is dim, but you can see his face so close to yours. He’s tearing you apart from the inside. You have to be dying. You want to die.
“Hiro… I’m going to kill myself.” You manage between tears, broken moans and unstable breaths. “Please stop. I’m going to die. I’m going to kill myself.” It all pours out of your mouth like a flood.
“No. I’ll take care of you,” He says as he lays kisses along your throat.
“No. I’ll die.” You sniffle. “I’ll just die. I promise. I can’t do this. Please stop.” You might be screaming. There’s no way for you to tell. He’s slamming in to you harder. You can see it. You can’t feel it, but you know it hurts. Then it all stops. You can’t see anymore. There’s nothing. Again.
He’s there. Laying on your stomach when you come to. You feel sticky. Like your body’s covered in slime. Gross. Like you’re wrapped in spiderwebs. Like your brother’s been inside of you. Like this has been going on for as long as you can remember.
You try to push him off of you. You’re still naked. You don’t want your pajamas back anyway. You just want the shower. You push at his head and try to slide your body from under him. His scalp is wet with sweat.
You just want to shower. He won’t budge. His smell is seeping deeper into your skin by the second.
He turns to face you.
“Mom and dad are out all night. We have time.”
You give up. You’ll never be clean again.
#my head hurts.#man idk I was kinda venting when I wrote this#tw: noncon#tw: rape#tw: abuse#tw: trauma#yoshida smut#yandere yoshida#chainsaw man smut
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Hello tunblr user that I have NEVER spoken to before
Can I pretty please request dragon!zhongli doing dragon!Zhongli things
Like hoarding shiny things, and having a tail and hating random plants and squid 😭😭😭😭 idk I’m just hoping that something in this magically inspires your brain BUT feel free to ignore me
(I also really wanted to initiate ur ask box lol)
~ 🌷 anon <3
Why hello there tumblr user who i have also never spoken to! i hope this is uh,,, acceptable.
it was so hard to find a title for this oml
"my natural form...?"
zhongli x gn!reader
genre: fluff, pure unfiltered fluffiness, such fluff, many fluffitude
word count: 500-ish
tags: retail addict zhong bc we love to see it, possessive zhong, zhong hates fish zhong, protective zhong (hes a cutie patootie guys omgomomgomgomgogmogmHDKAJH), venti makes a cameo/reader is a traveller but not tHE traveller bc THEYRE MINORS I REFUSE TO WRITE THAT. thats kinda it
tw/cw: possessive dragon boi, it lowkey seems like lightly toxic behaviour but i think thats it
a/n: i wrote a little smol bit of this every night this week so its maybe a bit disjointed but whatever. this was fun to write ty tulip bb. zhongli is the cutest im so sOFT FOR THIS MAN AAAA. also send me asks, ples, pls, plsssssssss, pls.
dragon!zhongli who will buy pretty things without even realising that he quite literally has a retail addiction. will put things in random places in your house then get really confused when you move them. he keeps closely monitored stock of everything.
“darling, have you seen my golden vase anywhere”
“which golden vase?”
“the one i purchased last week, at the market”
“i put flowers in it, it’s in the kitchen”
“okay, okay, good”
“you seem awfully worried about it”
“i am not, i simply… wished to know where it was… is all.”
“i see.”
dragon!zhongli who is lowkey possessive over you but refuses to admit it, also he feels that jealousy is not a good shade on him. But he’s a dragon, and you’re his most prized treasure, so it is only natural to him to protect you, right? it can’t be helped. he's got a really good sense of smell, so he can always tell who you’ve been around in the past few hours, but won’t tell you because he's afraid it’ll freak you out.
(side note: he totally loves your scent and will compliment you on it all the time, like he’ll bury his head in your neck to calm himself down omg)
“my dear, who was with you earlier?”
“the guild had me teleport to mondstadt for a commission, why?”
“nothing my love, i simply- nevermind”
you look him in the eyes doubtfully
“tell.”
“alright. you were with the anemo archon, yes?”
“i was. i was sent out to windrise to fight some hilichurls, i ran into him and he helped me defeat them, why?”
“nothing, darling. the hilichurls didn’t hurt you, did they?”
“when has a hilichurl ever hurt me?”
“it is difficult to argue with that logic.”
dragon!zhongli who despite literally creating the harbour, refuses to go near the markets. he cannot stand the smell of the seafood that the merchants sell, so despite trying to “blend in” whilst in his mortal form, he will rarely be sighted outside the innermost parts of the city.
“li’”
“yes, dear?”
“shall we take a stroll by the harbour? i have a free hour this afternoon and we should spend some time together. i haven’t spent much time with you this week, and i've missed you.”
“i have missed you too, love, however i think that-”
“you think?”
“i think that it is rather cold, down by the harbour. Shall we go to the teahouse instead?”
dragon!zhongli who is unconsciously protective of you in his sleep. he will wrap his tail around your form when cuddling, as a literal natural response. puts it around your waist and between your arms whilst spooning you so you can hug it like a teddy bear whilst he puts little kisses on your shoulders as you doze off. tells you the stories of years gone by as you sleep to vent his worries.
“li’”
“darling?”
“tell a story”
“must i?”
“yes, you must!”
“very well my dear, close your eyes.”
#zhongli#zhongli headcanons#zhongli x reader#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#cael is talking to 🌷 anon :0
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How I almost went on stage with Gene Simmons (and also a heavy vent)
Today was the first day of Summer Breeze here in Brasil and Gene’s on the headline. I traveled 8 hours just to see him and Sebastian Bach play. I was so excited to see them and my mind was set on giving Gene a poster and a letter. I really wanted to give him a piece of my work and say how much KISS changed my life.
There was going to be a signing session at 3pm and when arrived there at 11am there was already a line. No problem for me, honestly, I could wait. But then somebody from the staff told us that the time changed for 7pm. I didn’t want the whole day of festival + Sebastian’s show, so I gave up on that.
Sebastian Bach’s show was amazing (I even got an autograph!). It was kinda short but I still had a lot of fun. Next would be Mr. Big (that I didn’t bother to watch) and then, finally, Gene’s band.
God, I was right in front of him. LITERALLY. This was my view the whole show:
I was SO close from the stage, already at the barrier (is that the right name in english?) It was actually funny, because the first thing he did when he finished the first song was to point at me and say with eyes wide opened: sua bunda é linda! That’s a silly thing he says every time he’s in Brasil. (There’s a video of him saying it on a tv show just for reference). I also had some silly interactions with him, like me motion grabbing his tits and him looking shocked. Honestly, if the show ended like that it would be just fine. I’ve never been this close to someone who’s so important to me, much less recognizing my presence and being silly with me. Hell, I didn’t even care about my letter anymore. It was a kick ass show.
But in the last song (that was obviously Rock n Roll All Night), he started calling a lot of girls on stage. There were some in front of me, between the tiny gap separating the stage from the fans. I guess they were sponsors, photographers or idk, more than VIP. But then he pointed at me and called me!!! What ??!????? It sounds just like a fanfic, unbelievable. And I swear on all my family that I ain’t lying. I crossed that barrier with the help of other people and ran backstage.
To have Gene pointing at YOU and calling YOU to be on stage with him is once in a lifetime. To be ON STAGE, my literal dream and goal in life. What I’ve been working for the past couple of years. To have the chance to give my letter to him and even sing by his side. With Gene fucking Simmons from KISS, my favorite band.
But when I got backstage, they told me that I couldn’t go. “There’s too many girls there.” I was the last one he picked and the only one who didn’t make it. I begged that guy, not from Gene’s production but from the event. I even cried. The securities around me were sorry but if I didn’t leave, their jobs would be on the line. I couldn’t even see the man leave the stage. I couldn’t even see the show end.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do from now on. There’s nothing to say, no consolation prize, nothing. “But there will be other shows, other opportunities”, that’s the kind of bullshit that I had to hear. No, there won’t be another Gene Simmons in Brasil calling me to be on stage. My life could have been changed forever.
I was never lucky, never won any raffles or had accomplished great achievements in life. In my letter, the first thing I wrote (as cheesy as it is) “If you’re reading this, everything is possible”. I also wrote how KISS literally changed my life when I went on their last tour here in Brasil, how they took me out of a really bad place and made me run after my dreams. It seems silly, part of me feels like an idiot to be that sad. But I just can’t get over this, can’t have any consolation on that. To be always “almost there” but never actually “there”.
Also, this is the poster I wanted to give him:
The quality is crap and I definitely could do better if I had more time. But I gave my all making it.
Sorry for the long post and the crappy sob story. This just happened like 2 hours ago and everything is still fresh. I decided to write this post because I wanted to share my frustration with people who understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
(Fun fact his pants were tearing up but nobody told him)
#kiss band#kiss army#gene simmons#the demon#gene simmons band#tldr: gene called me on stage#backstage guy said no#lost the opportunity of a lifetime#vent
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Idk if this is weird.. but can you make what slasher do when y/n having a period cramps? (This is totally so weird..)
WHEEZE- I love this, I get really painful cramps so a slasher comforting me would be heaven.
Wrote this on my phone so I apologize if it gets laid out weird, Tumblr hates me writing on my phone for some reason…
Slashers with a afab s/o on their period dealing with cramps
Reader is afab but no gendered terms are used - you is used
Includes: Lester Sinclair, Jason Vorhees, Michael Myers, Billy and Stu, Bubba Sawyer, and Tiffany Valentine
Lester Sinclair
“Lesssss…” “Yeah hun?” “I’m bleeding :(“
?!?!?!! YOUR WHAT-?
This man. This sweet sweet man. You love him. But he is not the brightest. Especially with things like this. So he’s kinda panicking and thinking your dying-
“DO YOU NEED STITCHES?” “NO! NOT UNLESS YOU WANNA STICH MY CROTCH SHUT!” “OH GOD YOUR BLEEDING DOWN THERE?!”
Please explain to him what is happening. Even though he’s a little clueless, Lester will NOT find this stuff gross, weird, or say that you should have kept it to himself. Dude throws roadkill into a pit in the ground on a daily bases and has murderer brothers. This will not phase him (once he understands that you aren’t dying)
Tell him what products and brands you get and he will happily go get them. He isn’t shy to purchase them for you or ask someone in the store for help if he can’t find what you asked for. Men be more like Lester.
He will cuddle you if you’d like! And if he isn’t home to do the cuddling well you’re lucky he’s got the cutest dog in the world! And she loves cuddles!
If you do chores/housework/cook/literally anything NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU WILL SIT ON THE COUCH OR BED AND RELAX. This man will do it for you :)
Jason Vorhees
This man is also confused. Not as much as Lester, but still confused. He has seen victims have pads and tampons in their bags before, with packaging that says period/menstrual cycle. So he was able to figure out that’s what you needed. But he didn’t quite understand why-? His mom never explained it to him.
Explain it to him if you want, he would listen, probably be a little horrified that you go through this every month, but also kinda impressed? You bleed out your body for a week EVERY month, and you can still function?
“Jason cuddle?” MAN IS RUSHING TO YOU TO CUDDLE YOU ASAP.
He would loot victims bags and get you any snacks you like, make you tea in the mornings. Make you food. It’s pretty great.
One day he found a heating pad and oh my god you practically tackled him to the ground in kisses.
If you get mood swings and snap at him he might look at you like a kicked puppy, but he knows you’re in pain right now and doesn’t take it to heart.
He doesn’t leave camp so if you need to get supplies you have to get them yourself, sorry. But he will be waiting back home at the cabin to do whatever you want!
Michael Myers
Uhhhh…. There there? He isn’t really great at comforting.
You’re bleeding. Blood. He’s good with blood. Do you need anything washed? He can wash anything for you and make it look brand new.
He isn’t much of a cuddler, but for you he makes an exception.
Want candy? This man has TONS of candy. Man has a sweet tooth alright-
If you have mood swings Michael is great to have! He has no bad reaction to you suddenly crying and venting about literally anything, getting mad and yelling, and then crying because you got mad and yelled. He will not judge you!
Man won’t get you products though. The Shape go to a pharmacy and get pads or tampons? He’d rather Halloween he canceled forever.
Overall he’s like a 5/10 with this stuff.
Poly Billy and Stu
“OH GOD YOURE DYING-“ THWACK! “No idiot that’s not what that means.” Thank you Billy :)
Stu is a cuddle whore- he’s practically attached to you as soon as you suggest you are in any pain.
Billy meanwhile is getting you products, snacks, putting on your favorite movie (even if it’s one he hates)
Both boys would rub where it hurts! Ain’t that nice :)
Stu hogs your heating pad until you snap at him to give it back- man is like a lizard, he needs heat. Billy would help make sure you get your heating pad. And if anything he just buys you another. Which Stu would also probably steal-
But other then that they won’t do much unless you ask. If you ask them do do or get you anything they will drop anything they are doing and do it.
Bubba Sawyer
He’s probably the worst honestly- man is just full panic.
You’re bleeding? Why? How can he make it stop? He can’t? You’re hurt?! OH NO PLEASE DONT BE UPSET NO NO NO!
His sweet mama would have to explain what is happening. He still doesn’t understand. So she would probably be the one to take care of you.
He would cuddle you though if you asked!
Overall like a 3/10 for cuddles and being concerned. Just shows he loves you!
Tiffany Valentine
“Tiff…” “Yes my love?” “I have cramps :(“ “oh my poor sweet baby! What do you need hun? You wanna lay down with a hot bottle? Would you like anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to pick anything up?”
She totally understands.
She is the sweetest. She makes you HOME MADE sweets! My mouth is watering just thinking of it.
She would cuddle and rub where it hurts while trailing kisses down your body and telling you how amazing you are
Need anything washed? She’s got it covered!
Would probably make some jokes if you both are on your periods together “omg babe it’s uterUS!” “I hate you.”
BIG CUDDLE BUG. CUDDLES FOR DAYS.
This stuff does not gross her out (obviously) so don’t be scared or embarrassed to go to her for absolutely anything!
Overall 1000/10 she is the best
#slasher x reader#house of wax 2005#house of wax x reader#slashers x reader#lester sinclair x reader#tiffany valentine x reader#tiffany valentine#bubba sawyer x reader#bubba sawyer#jason vorhees x reader#jason voorhees#michael myers#michael myers x reader#halloween#friday the 13th#cannibals writing requests
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just saw an annoying post so here we go
if you're emotionally attatched to good omens fanon crowley i would reccommend not reading <3 remember if you dont like a take you can always go find another one <3 curate your own fandom experience <3
it was some ask like 'omg i love the good omens collectivly agrees that crowley was friends with freddie mercury and hozier who wrote songs about his venting ahaha' like YOU REALISE THAT DOES NOT FIT HIS CHARACTER. SORRY TO BREAK IT TO YOU BUT JUST COS YOU'RE A HOZIER GIRLIE AND A LOT OF HIS WORK FOCUSES ON RELIGION AND THAT ONE SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN LINE IS KINDA COOL DOESN"T MEAN THAT THE SIX THOUSAND YEAR OLD ACTUAL DEMON FROM ACTUAL HELL like your pop music i'm really sorry but it doenst fit his character he canonically has like one friend and a few people he doesnt mind so much he is not buddying up to your favourite celebrities/musicians just cos you think all your blorbos should like all the same stuff you do. the bentley playing queen is framed as an annoyance because hell is annoying, that he just kinda of got used to just cos its playing all the time why would he have been friends with the guy???? doesnt make sense?????
also current fanon takes on crowley annoy me so much he's always some whiney baby and look i love a good sopping wet and pathetic character as much as the next guy but we've sort of completely overshot s1 'i just lost my best friend' level of understandable grief and gone straight to him just being annoying????? like being mopey??? and i dont read a lot of fic but when i did he seemed to get portrayed a lot as like this submissive quivering mess like GUYS LITERALLY HOW DID YOU REACH THAT CONCLUSION???? HES NOT LIKE THAT. HE JUST ISNT. and he's always soooooo traumatised and like.... yeah! they've both been through A Lot but they also have fun and enjoy being alive and enjoy hanging out wih each other and going and getting coffee etc. they both enjoy life!!! and i get some people are projecting to deal with there own stuff and like cool whatever works for you is good and healthy but i see so many takes that are starting to warp the perception of how the characters really are? and people keep positing aziraphale as being manipulative and i mean. yeah a little but they're under a lot of stress here and probably heaven doesnt have therapy covering healthy coping methods and good relationships so i really dont think itsthat much to get hung up on. also. it's literally not real they're fictional, fiction characters who have Issues are wayyyyy more interesting to literally whats the problem.
like idk man if you love teh characters so much then why are you making so many changes to their fundamental characters idk.
back to teh music thing too like. he listens to the velvet underground. idk if any of the people who are hozier stans bothered to go listen to some velvet underground before they made their character playlist but pale blue eyes & i'll be your mirror are like the nice ones??? like go listen to sister ray and then tell me the guy whos been listening to that will find from eden interesting. and neil saying he was goth and then people seem to have taken that to mean 'wears black and has a tattoo and is grumpy' like nooooooooooooooooooooooo you missed it. you missed the point again. and teh person who answered the orginal ask was like 'ahaha yeahhhhh and aziraphale was friends with composers and all teh beautiful symphonies were about crowley ahaha' like AHSGNAJKNHSKAJNSKANHSKANAKSNAKSKAKKKKK . AHN. K. not everything in the go universe is about them like. sorry! good worldbuilding doesnt make Everything focused on two guys. just cos they're very important and have been very influential doesnt mean they're like. the only thing thats ever shaped anything
ok sorry rant over
#anyways i think the fanon version of them both now is annoying#i reblog good art when i see it cos there is still so much good art being made#but i think a lot of people are missing the point and need to rewatch the show for what it is#not with some warped fandom take on it running in their heads the whole time#its not fanfic!!!! not everything exists to be a tragic love story with 128718271298 hot sex scenes!!!!#which is a while nother can of worms but uhm. ace queerplatonic ineffable husbands they are married but dont have sex <3 imo
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dumb things i paid attention to in s1 ep17 “eggman the auteur” instead of the actual plot
tails enjoys throwing sonic right into danger, literally
apparently ruining his schemes of taking over the world is fine, but sonic destroying a bot too early in his movie that he could easily rebuild if he really wanted to?? unacceptable
i’m pretty sure this is one of the only times tails (taking after his big bro) actually calls eggman “egghead” (i could def be wrong, but i dont remember him saying it much)
one of the few times dave actually cared about his food (says lunch is gonna be late because it burned?? since when did you care if food was edible)
amy literally fights eggman at least once a week and was still not expecting the movie he was filming to have dangerous scenes (case in point, she only decides to ask for a stunt man after they come across the first dangerous scene)
we can of course take knuckles saying he has a knuckles costume as it just being himself, but what if he has an actual knuckles costume?? idk i think it’s kinda funny
eggman’s so desperate for praise he literally built bots to agree with him (though, the yesbots are adorable so im ok with it)
you see sonic’s angry stomps when he goes to tails’ workshop??? and how tails apparently knows how to write a good script??? theater boys, both of them
also i love how chill tails is with sonic storming in just to vent, he’s the best
sonic just carries a pen around i guess??
tails can write really fucking fast
according to eggman, sonic doesnt know the things he would say (“sonic would never say that!” bro he literally wrote it wdym)
“i hate that hedgehog” there’s two, so you’re just completely ok with the other one? (eh, tbf eggman does seem to favor amy over everyone else)
for some reason all of the villagers are perfectly ok with going to eggman’s lair just because there’s going to be a movie (ik yall arent the brightest but cmon now)
eggman had blonde hair but his mustache is brown?? dude pick a color (also, does that mean it’s canon now that eggman has “blonde-moments”?)
everyone thinks eggman’s lifelong dream to build a theme park is hilarious apparently
eggman sees the fucking shrew thing (i forgot his actual name, yknow the bot that kept saying “radical speed”) as something that’s important enough to have its own statue alongside his own (theyre literally holding hands)
#sonic boom#sonic the hedgehog#tails the fox#miles tails prower#amy rose#eggman#dr eggman#ivo robotnik#doctor eggman#knuckles the echidna#dave the intern
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tdwt courterra is soo fucked up. ive been thinking abt it all day. picture this
ok courtney and sierra have like. No fucking reason to interact in tdwt despite being teammates bc i think out of all of them, sierra freaks out courtney the most bc courtney is like. Super judgmental right. and sierra has more interesting people (in her mind) to blog about. and i think sierra wasnt a very big courtney fan (she wasn’t ever really super obsessive abt her + she didnt seem to care that much abt duncney). but that all changes after the whole gwuncan shitstorm. Remember how sierra was the only one who actually sympathized with courtney and voted with her for gwen. yeah. heather did try to comfort courtney but imagine courtney realizes Hey i probably. should not rely on heather for comfort. so instead courtney decides to (very hesitantly) start hanging out with sierra since she’s her only teammate that isn’t a gwen sympathizer or a bitch (in her mind). at first she just kinda spends a lot of time bitching to sierra abt “gwen is such a bitch ohh my god i hate her so much” which actually kinda gives them common ground (sierra is also an aggressive gwen disliker and thinks boyfriend stealing is wrong etc etc) and courtney feels really validated which is special to her bc to me she is the type to be invalidated a lot when she expresses dislikes/concerns (since she is autistic. i mean look at her. and at least in my experience being autistic ppl never take you seriously when you complain about shit) so actually having someone enthusiastically agree with her and not judge her for the. odd things she says (like cmon she sang an entire song abt wanting to maim gwen) is a big deal. courtney is in a pretty emotionally vulnerable state at that time since yk she just got betrayed by her only real friend and cheated on. she starts crushing and shes like Man what the hell this sucks. and she hates herself a lot for being attracted to sierra of all people bc 1) internalized homophobia 2) sierra is. Sierra and 3) courtney realllllly doesn’t want to let herself get attached to anyone (especially a girl) bc of the fact that gwen just straight up stole her boyfriend. so while courtney has all that going on, sierra is having Thoughts of her own. the pedastal shes kinda been putting cody on starts to crumble bc she’s like What the hell. how in god’s name is he supporting GWEN right now!! and it’s kind of dawning on her slowly that she might not have a chance w/ cody if hes still so adamantly crushing on gwen. so sierra is feeling Troubled. and she vents to her new friend courtney about it. courtney listens bc she does really appreciate that sierra made her feel heard so even though sierra sounds. crazy. she still feels obligated to return the favor. sierra is like man idk if cody loves me after all 😭😭 and she rants on and on abt how ohhh cody is still crazy over gwen and he doesnt really pay attention to her and hes been trying to vote her off etc etc. which makes courtney kinda empathize with sierra (which is a strange thing to her granted the fact that she previously wrote sierra off as being Fucking Crazy) since in a way courtney is kinda in the same situation with her whole feelings abt sierra. sierra is still obsessing over cody. you see the parallel. anyways courtney does kinda feel bad for sierra so she comforts her and shes like yeah gwen really does suck (she’s probably also like “we should shove her off the plane” or something) but maybe its just time for you to let go of cody. and in courtneys mind she also telling herself “i need to get over whatever the hell im feeling for sierra this is Weird and Bad” or whatever. anyways sierra agrees and shes like ok 🤗 we are friends now. courtneys like sure whatever.
then sierra (with courtney’s encouragement) starts to let go of her obsession w cody which is great BUT she starts fixating on courtney in the process. her tendency to idolize people starts to come back up when courtney is helping her get over cody and everything. sierra is thinking Wow courtney is sooo nice and sweet omg,, and i relate to her sooo much like we feel the same way abt gwen and everything,,, (and also the autism symptoms but i dont think sierra would consciously pick up on that. she just notices the little things like them both having sensory issues [which isnt canon but in my head it is. ok.]) so now sierra has a weird obsessive borderline crush on courtney. kinda like how she was with cody but less extreme since sierra actually recognizes courtney as a person to a degree since shes had a chance to actually interact with courtney face to face and get to know her personally instead of by stalking her. rather than being really invasive towarss courtney she just Really wants to be around her and she’ll agree w/ anything courtney says/does even if it doesn’t align with her own thoughts. anyways back to courtney. courtney is still realllly fixating on how badly she wants gwen voted off (imagine all this goes down before picnic @ hanging dork. that or gwen is still here after that episode for whatever reason. idk. Gwen is here okay. the episode timeline doesnt matter) and sierra is kinda encouraging this by validating all her weird violent thoughts abt gwen. courtney gets her idea to start throwing challenges and sierra helps her w/ it (sierra probably doesn’t agree w throwing challenges but she also. fucking hates gwen AND shes inclined to agree with courtney sooo). they bond more over trying to get gwen eliminated (throwing challenges + trying to get heather to vote w them) and courtney starts to think of sierra more and more fondly. she sorta enjoys the attention she gets from sierra (even though it is Not Good) bc yk. people tend to not really like her. and again she is Extremely Vulnerable rn. and she starts feeling okay with putting her trust in sierra even though when she did that with gwen the trust got broken, bc sierra helping courtney get gwen eliminated and really clearly disliking gwen for what she did kinda shows courtney that sierra and gwen are Very Different and sierra wouldn’t betray her. so courtney’s weird crush feelings start picking up more but since she trusts sierra shes less violently opposed to it. still not a fan but she doesnt hate the idea. right. so sierra is like officially detached from cody and fixated on courtney atp. for whatever reason she thinks its a good idea to tell courtney she has feelings for her which freaks courtney tf out bc a) shes kinda oblivious and didnt realize sierra liked her in that way b) courtney is still Conflicted about her relationship w sierra and c) she just got out of a several month long relationship. Uh oh. but given that courtney isnt completely against letting herself like sierra, shes pretty close w her now, and shes really enjoying the attention she gets from sierra, in addition to the fact that she thinks getting in a relationship would make duncan jealous which she wants to do, toxic yuri wins and courterra is real ❤️
from there idfk how itd play out just know that they would break up quickly (it lasts like half a year at the absolute maximum..[this might seem like a long time but im a lesbian. 6 months is nothing to me when it comes to relationships]) violently and sorrowfully.
in conclusion: courterra. can anyone hear me.
#Help me im drowning in toxic yuri ahhh ahhhhhhhhh *fades away*#courterra#why did i just write so much about a random horribly unhealthy rarepair from a kids tv show? Well#please is anyone hearing me out on this ship please#this would work too as a platonic dynamic probably but alas i am plagued with yuri visions#someone talk to me about courterra i am losing my mind#being sick does crazy shit to ur brain man i never thought about them until the damned illness got me
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straight? best friend.. help
okay so I think I'm in love with my best friend like writing gay poetry about her for a while but she's straight yeah? So I kinda accepted it wouldn't happen but I'm still gonna pine for her and complain to my other friend group about how I love her. It's become a huge teasing thing for my friends who are in shock because they believe she's gay like we have a romantic relationship minus the romance label. So could I get some thoughts from you lovely people on this? I'll list some things that are going on for your convenience
She was my gay awakening sorry for the stereotypes I'm perpetuating
I've known her for years like going on 7 in a few months and I've always had a little crush on her because of #1 but this year I've realized its a bit more serious
We've been making jokes about being a couple as long as we've known each other
The couple jokes became more frequent as our friends entered straight relationships and we said we made a better pair than them
She's the only person I feel comfortable with physical touch really or like at least that I initiate it and I think the same for her
There have been several occasions of us cuddling and sleeping together (like napping and yes this was in a platonic sense but I've never done that with any of my other friends)
We've both made efforts to support the other's interests like she's offered to join a sport with me next year for fun because I didn't want to do it alone and she does dance and I couldn't see many of her performances because of scheduling issues so I made a huge deal about her last one and brought flowers and stuff
We make jokes because she's in dance of us slow dancing at prom and choreographing routines and me being her dance partner for her solo work
We watched our flag means death together and she said she thought Jim was hot before they were exposed underneath the beard and then was in shock by them not being a cis man
We continued watching OFMD and she is entirely aware that Stede and Ed are like in love. Still, we now have matching Stede and Ed pfps which was mostly her idea (I sent them as a joke like "look how cute these are" but really I was implying I'm in love with you, and she said lol we should change our pfps and I thought hello??)
She wrote me a letter? paragraph? saying how she loves me with her whole heart and doesn't know what she would do without me signed: your "basically might as well be dating" friend love of your life
she says she wishes she was gay so she could be with me (in what I assume is a joking manner but felt worth mentioning as I did this when I was closeted) and that if she ever were gay she would be with me
So straight people do you joke with your friends like this? Like I realize she's straight and I read too much into all this but you know I don't know I wanted input. Also, this may not seem very romantic on paper but my friends also make jokes about us being a couple because of them, and the ones who actually know how I feel about her like completely think she's closeted or unaware so idk take that as you want.
I also wanna say I would never confess unless I was 99% sure she was queer and recruited my feelings because our friendship is enough. I'm not selfish enough to ruin it I just wanted to vent I guess.
#this is a cry for help#unrequited crush#this is fine#help a gay out#am i dumb#need advice#sapphic#queer#nonbinary#help#love advice
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Not my place but since your sharing online im sending this ask,
Do you think, that this person, your metamore. Would like you posting about them like this? Like. Idk man it seems like you didnt bother to ask them about their relationship, and this waxing and waning, if you cared you know, you wouldve but from my perspective you didnt, and dont. You said it yourself you had an unhealthy relationship with that one girl, but, their partner, someone you barely knew??? Like get a grip?
Also how much of their relationship do you know about, how can you be sure of their feelings about these events? things that occured, your just projecting. Is what it comes down too. Like? Idk man. kinda weird to talk about someone you only tangentially knew.
This is my blog to post my personal thoughts and vents. That post has reblogs turned off for a pretty significant reason. None of my followers even know who this person is, they were someone who I interacted with in real life and very rarely online. (The only way someone would know who I was talking about is if they are my ex or someone from my ex's life violating my boundaries and checking up on my blog after I have repeatedly asked for that behavior to stop, so I find this ask pretty interesting...! Its almost like these people are telling on themselves when they accuse me of similar things.)
I was emotionally abused to the point that the situation almost killed me. I'm in therapy for it now and I've gotten a "grip," but the emotions are still a lot to process, and I've been encouraged to write about it. So yeah, sometimes I do throw shit into the void with my tumblr blog. I'm really hurt and wounded after what happened. Frankly, compared to how much my ex publicly posted about me, directly mentioning me by name, after being very loose with photos of me and location information, to hundreds of followers....? I have less than 25 followers on this blog and I'm being generic as hell, so I really don't see how I'm being problematic. I'm keeping names out of my mouth. That's more than what has been done about me.
In theory there's no way my former metamour should have been able to see that post, unless they were violating my boundaries. If they came across it regardless, somehow, I would hope they would understand that I'm venting my feelings and regrets in a way that in no way traces back to them.
You're still right, though.
If I cared about their relationship, if I had these concerns, I would have talked to them. I didn't. And I'm guilty as hell about it. I feel like shit about that. And I'm sorry about that. I could blame it on a lot of things: that our girlfriend tried to convince me they were a competitor, that they were someone I should avoid "becoming," that I should have her back when they are being "useless." But at the end of the day, she didn't make me not talk to this person. She didn't make me buy in to those beliefs. I was selfish about it! I was awful about it! I had every opportunity to reach out and check in: After every incident, I could have, and SHOULD have, reached out. I should have been a better friend in general, too! I had a lot of opportunities, and I didn't. And I was being incredibly selfish. They have every right to be upset at me.
That's why I wrote that letter.
And it's true that I don't know what every aspect of their relationship is like. There's a lot that I don't know about. But I can only, and have only, spoken on what I have personally witnessed, which was largely reflections of my own abuse: the gaslighting, love bombing, the disrespect and dehumanization. Personally I don't believe any amount of good can outweigh what I witnessed, but I'm open to being wrong.
If this IS you, like I think it is, you're allowed to be mad. Furious even! At me, at that post, at whatever. But I do have a bit of unsolicited advice. I know your girlfriend has been pushing therapy on you, like she did me... Go. Do it. I know I gave you the information for my office and they have other queer therapists there besides mine who I could see you meshing well with. Even if I'm 100% wrong about your situation, I still think it will be incredibly beneficial, and if I'm wrong there's nothing for you to be afraid of. But if I'm even a smidgen right, they can also help you deal with it.
Lastly: I've blocked you on most platforms and I know you've blocked me. I ask that you respect that distance and not try to circumvent that. I don't want you seeing what I post in my private spheres. I'm not checking up on you and looking to see what you and your girlfriend post, so I ask that you offer me the same. If you DO ever want to reach out and have a real, legitimate discussion, you have my phone number. You can use that to reach me, and I'll be willing to talk. But if you can refrain from stalking my social medias, I'd appreciate it.
#Anonymous#ga is typing#answered#I refuse to believe this is a neutral third party btw lmao it is so obviously not idk why you're pretending#Bestie you're making a lot of bold assumptions in this ask that no one who has just been seeing my posts would be able to make.#To not even try to disguise the writing style from the last anon you sent me either..............#Idk if this is [metamour] or [ex] or [one of their cronies] but wild to know i take up this much space in your mind
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How would the new brothers act? Luigi and Bowser being the best of buddies is also like A tier in that au.
Oof that’s a good question. I didn’t really plan anything out and just kinda wrote that as is came. No clue about character stuff, but trying works right! …I can’t tell if this version of Bowser is too kind or too mean compared to his regular one though ^^;
Btw if you’ve got thoughts ABSOLUTELY free to put them in!! It’d be very cool to hear!!!
Ok, so, Luigi actually went on evil escapades as Mr. L in Super Paper Mario, where he was very cocky and showoff-y, always hyping himself up. Given how Luigi is normally, I always interpreted the way Mr. L acts as compensating for a hidden inferiority complex in Luigi. (At least in the older games, nowadays my man’s gained some confidence)
But anyways, combine that with Bowser‘s arrogant selfishness (and being Kamek‘s obvious favorite kid of the two), I imagine AUigi‘s complex gets cranked up by 10. I think he would’ve looked up to him as a kid and still kinda does. Dude secretly just wants his Turtle Bro‘s approval, man. (But like…in a "haha of COURSE I did I‘m great! >:3“ and not an "Omg you think so? :D“way, if that makes sense? The latter only when they were kids maybe). Meanwhile Bowser just gives peak "older mean brother antagonizing the younger“ vibes. Where Mario sees and treats his green brother as an equal, Bowser doesn’t.
However, since Bowser has a very well known caring side towards folks on his own team, that with his now Big-Broness means that if anything happens to Auigi, Bowser will personally come fuck you up. There is only ONE person who can be mean to Auigi and it’s HIM, ya hear. Bowser canonically has Proud Dad energy, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have Big Bro energy too.
Idk, I think Bowser would treat him like he does his underlings most of the time, but it also often more towards how he acts with the Mario Bros whenever the three are teaming up, but nicer. Never downright adoring like Bowser is with his kid, more like "hey you weren’t doing half bad there Green Guy!“. Perhaps in certain situations even so far as to go along the lines of "of course the Great King of Koopas has a capable bro too (not as great as him tho but you can’t beat perfection)“. Those vibes.
Also since Mr L’s shown to be a mechanic building mechs for himself, I think Bowser‘d want him to build stuff for him too. Bowser does the designs (which are very him-centric) while Auigi does the building and puts Luigi-ness into the design. Maybe they argue on how it should look. In any case it’d be very extra >v< maybe even more so than Bowser‘s stuff looks normally, because they try one-upping each other’s designs.
They’d also definitely trade insults as banter all the time lol
Meanwhile Mario would be pretty curious about the one random human who’s apparently brothers with a giant turtle somehow?? …Neither mAUrio or AUigi would have enough brain cells to recognize the other looks like them tho. Absolutely that they look familiar, but not that they are, too. Auigi would downright be offended of anyone suggesting he had anything in common with this dude living in the woods with Yoshis. They’d probably be annoyed at each other but after the whole "Kamek is not his dad“ thing I think Aurio‘d still comfort him. Like, it’s the end of another boss battle where Auigi got defeated and he starts venting about all of this and Aurio‘s going "there there“ patting him on the shoulder or smth. Auigi ends up hyping himself up again and goes "yea maybe you’re pretty decent after all“,declares him worthy of being his rival, and dips to come back to help in the final battle. However he’d stop Mario from landing the final hit on Bowser because while they might be brothers, Bowser is still his bro.
Maybe he leaves of his own accord, maybe Bowser banishes him from Koopa Castle for going against him, but in any case, AUigi doesn’t stay there and goes off to chill either at Toadstool castle or with Aurio. He’d be a very annoying roommate in both cases lol
…after Auigi leaves Koopa Castle I think Bowser would start to miss him but be super defensive about it if pointed out, and the sequel becomes Bowser kidnapping Auigi as "revenge for betraying him" :)
#another anon ask#…is this ooc?#or does this being an au automatically make it not ooc anymore#…nvm that should this au as it’s called now have a tag?#Super Koopa Bros AU#ig XD
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I wrote a small little drabble. Idk man sometimes when the weirdcore/dreamcore playlists strikes I gotta write.
video playlist to read along to can be found here.
I also have been having pretty bad dissociative episodes and depression is high so it’s kinda just me also lowkey venting. I do so love the backrooms. I sometimes wish i could no clip, it’d be cool to go out of the bounds of reality. Alas, i cannot.
This is in second person POV. Please note that the playlist can cause depersonalization for those susceptible to such episodes.
With the warning out of the way, please enjoy my small little drabble. I may write more. I’m posting this here because I cant be bothered right now to log into my other blog on the work desktop. please let me know what you think!!
It’s crazy how quiet it could be. Staring into a cold, bitter coffee as wind bites at your skin. There is comfort in the darkness of the night. You have wandered aimlessly through these long years. A never ending facade of being happy when really, were you? A rueful glance to the liquid barely consumed. What was happiness you wonder, gaze downcast. Walking through the abandoned amusement park in the distance,perhaps in your dreams you remember a simpler time. Distant laughter, happy children, a good life. One so bright, so beautiful that it should be protected at all costs.
You stop, mid step as you come upon a stand with old, tattered prizes and stuffed animals. Drink chucked aside you jump over the counter, reaching for the one as tall as you, or would have been when you were small. In your arms it feels like hugging some distant dream you wish to never leave. You feel tears and suddenly start to cry. As you fall to your knees you realize there is nothing beneath you. You awaken with a start, gasping for breath as you realize suddenly how bitterly alone you are.
The comfort once given from the ratty bear is gone and so you stand, brushing yourself off. You walk through the mall you frequented as a child, its neon lights casting a soft glow in the otherwise darkened mall abandoned much like the park you had just seen. A sense of calm, though uneasy in the way it settles, blankets the mind, mutes the thoughts. You hear the reverbed, distant echoes of indistinct voice crooning over the speakers. The music filters through and its soft, joyful…but tinged with nostalgia for a time you could never hope to enjoy again.The smell of the food court is still so fragrant that it almost feels alive. Briefly you close your eyes and in the minds eye you think of simpler times. You wonder if you felt happiness here too, but then, as you descend the Escalator the world changes and now you stand before an unknown door. Behind, you can see a fragmented trail, shards of cracked mirrors on either side showing you various pictures, various shades of what was once your childhood, shards of you slowly chipped away and then it looms, ever larger the door before you and your gaze pointedly looks dour, watching as it grows ever bigger. You know you can’t out run it, but still you try, turning tail and running, hoping to grab at one of the shards, one of the mirrors into your memories. A happier time, a kinder time until the shadow of the door casts itself over you and you know, deep inside, that what you were chasing is impossible.
It is here, in this moment you know. You tried. You tired so hard and fought so hard to hold onto what you did have, but in the end…you knew it was useless. You, were useless. So you turn, opening the door and you face once more the endless maze. You returned to level 0. Welcome home.
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#love that when my friend shows me their art i’ll always be like ohh!!! so pretty or whatever bs and point out the things i like#and try to be encouraging#but then i tell my friend that i wrote a lil smth for the new rover#she says ofc you did 🙄#?????? like?#i’m already so fucken insecure#i haven’t written or created anything in so fucking long#and it’s literally one of my dreams to write#like that’s kinda fucken hurtful idk#like she creates every fucken day#she was just showing me a new project she started on#like??? seriously#idk people are annoying me these days#maybe the reason i feel that all my friends secretly hate me is because i secretly hate them?#i mean i don’t hate them#like i care about them and all#but sometimes i wonder if i don’t have some kind of anti social personality disorder or some shit#idk i have trouble with relationships man#vent tag
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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)
A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know
I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong
idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking
Prompt: Please, don't leave me.
TW: S**cide mention
Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.
It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.
You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.
It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.
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You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.
Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.
You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.
You didn't know how to feel.
You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.
You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.
Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.
Why did this have to happen?
You could barely catch your breath between sobs.
Your body shook.
You didn't care about anything anymore.
You didn't care about Peter anymore.
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Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.
Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.
He was just so damned tired.
He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.
His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.
Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.
As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.
He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?
As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.
You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.
He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.
He felt sick as he replayed the message.
Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.
He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.
Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?
Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.
"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.
"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?
"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.
"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.
"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.
"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.
"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.
Can we talk tomorrow?
Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.
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After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.
You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.
You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.
Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.
When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.
"You came."
"Of course I did"
Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.
"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.
"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.
"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.
"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.
The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.
"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"
Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.
"You were spying on me?!"
"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"
"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.
"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"
Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.
"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.
Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.
"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."
You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.
"Pete...."
"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,
"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.
He doesn't run after you or even shout.
Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.
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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man
And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.
#peter parker oneshot#peter parker x reader#peter parker fic#peter parker fanfiction#miles morales#miles morales x reader#marvel mcu#marvel imagine#marvel one shot#peter parker imagine
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—Only Yesterday
pairing: aizawa shouta x gn!reader
w.count: 2k+
warnings: none!
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIZAWAAA <33 there’s like…weird sexual tension going on near the end idk why i kinda wrote aizawa like a hoe but. takes one to know one ig. shoutout to @mwilkrot for helping me pick out cat names💀
The café smells reminiscent of antiseptic and citrus as you wipe down the wooden tables for the hundredth time tonight, the damp, white cloth pruning up your fingers as flick your wrist in swift and circular motions across the table. It picks up nothing but air, all the crumbs and fragments left behind by your customers are now buried deep within the garbage dumpster out back.
All is quiet, besides the low hum of the central heat circulating through the establishment air. The vents waft a gentle wave of warm chocolate and even warmer (caffeinated) drinks. If it weren’t for the cluster of cats padding throughout the room, you’d be left in a room quiet enough to hear your own breath; to hear your own thoughts. And, perhaps, that was why you kept yourself busy with empty booths.
Purresent-Meow howls behind you, his large paws colliding with the hardwood floor in a quick, blaring, rush. Presumably off to find Erasercat, the tuxedo cat with tired eyes and an irrevocably lazy personality. It’s almost laughable, the energetic Tabby cat appearing right as the closing host articulates his goodbyes, transitioning the music playing from your speakers to ‘Put Your Hands Up Radio,’ starring Present Mic himself.
You huff, eyes flickering to meet your very own reflection in the window. Your gaze sweeps across your features, disappointed and maliciously calculating as air expels from your lips in the form of a long, tired sigh. You tap your finger against the polished glass, poking your mirrored image directly on the forehead.
Before a long, hard day of unrelenting customer service topples down on your frail wellbeing, you pull yourself off the table, your back creaking with premature age and strain. Your warm palms support most of your weight until you stand upright, passerbys glancing through the windows.
It’s ten till twelve, and you’re just about ready to dim the lights of the store, when the door chimes in greeting. Beneath heavy boots and purring cats, you hear crickets orchestrating for fellow creatures of the night. Central speakers crackle quietly, as a vaguely familiar voice sounds at the gradual end of the song bouncing off the walls of your café.
“This next song is for a very special friend of mine..”
Your heart leaps to your throat, thumping against your vocal cords as you stumble for something— anything, to say to the man gazing at you with dark eyes. From where you stand, glued to the side of a booth, you can smell ash and chilly November wind clinging to his dark clothes. His cheeks are a splotchy pink, but the grey scarf around his neck covers most of his face.
Even then, he’s undeniably Eraserhead.
“…Who’s probably out on patrol right now! Either way, it’s just about his birthday, so—”
His goggles are strewn across his shoulder, bright and almost as eccentric as the cat running over to meet him. Though expressionless, he still crouches down to offer his hand— and Purresent-Meow nips at his calloused fingers happily. There’s a slight tremor racking his hands, and you figure his costume is no match for the cold, autumn air.
“Hi! Welcome to Cuppla Kittens, what can I get you, Sir?” You swallow the lump in your throat, alternating your weight from one foot to the other. Your nerves are palpable, but the hero says nothing.
Instead, he shuffles to the small lockers located adjacent to the front door, and slips on fresh shoe covers. Most customers stay long enough to pick up their orders, with the occasional parent taking their child out for a treat. Even then, they use the recyclable coverings sparingly, which leaves you to clean the mess left behind.
His legs ache with fatigue as he makes his way to the front counter, quietly placing his feet on the hardwood flooring of the café, careful not to disturb the cats lounging around. The kitten-shaped floor mat groans beneath him. His clothed feet barely reach above the ground, dragging lazily beneath his unsupported weight until he, finally, leans against the showcase glass.
“What’s this one?” He asks, characteristically cautious as he points to the last slice of strawberry shortcake displayed next to an array of cheesecakes. It sounds much more like a statement than a question, but it seems like that’s just how the professional speaks.
With the overwhelming desire to release the last amounts of kinesthetic energy coursing through your body, you lean towards the man with your best retail smile. Your next choice of words clumsily wobble across your tongue, and he doesn’t seem like the owner of a sweet-tooth, but you indulge him nonetheless, “Strawberry shortcake, Sir.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, watching a gangly cat stretch out it's impossibly long limbs with a quiet yawn through his peripherals. All Meow scurries onward on his old paws, swiping his tongue over his nose and across his long whiskers.
Truly looking at Eraserhead, now, you can see the glint of amusement in his dry eyes. His gaze is downcast, his features completely relaxed with every rise and fall of his broad shoulders. His eyelashes are fluffy and long, batting against his cheek as he blinks down at the old, yellow cat.
“That’s All Meow.” You interject, soaking in the quiet huff of a laugh he responds with. His long, dark bundles of hair sway gently, and you wonder if it tickles the stubble on his cheek.
Maybe he’s ticklish. Your finger twitches in remonstration as you consider brushing his hair away from his face, tucking the long strands behind his ear to get a good look at his face.
“Give me your biggest cup of coffee. Black,” The bass of his tired voice snaps you back to reality as you blink away the decadent fog clouding your judgement a few seconds ago. You nod wordlessly, heading back to the pre-stocked coffee maker with extra energy in your steps. Only distantly, he grumbles, “Thank you.”
As you wait for the steaming liquid to fill the custom, printed coffee cup— the tallest one you serve— you watch Eraserhead lift his gaze to read the menu. Funnily, up close you hadn’t noticed, but his dark circles seem to rival the black, liquid death pouring itself into the sustainable cup. It’s almost comical, the tall man squinting up at a cat themed menu while the café’s residents rub their fur against his black pants.
Placing the lid over a piping cup of coffee, your other hand grasps at a few reusable straws. Every large drink comes with a free sweet, or, at least, if you’re Eraserhead it does.
“Aaaand..the clock strikes twelve! Happy Birthday, Shouta!” The stereo crackles at the shrill voice violating the café walls. Eraserhead stills as you walk forward, grasping his drink with careful hands. You look up at him with a wobbly smile, lifting the drink towards your face and back down. He doesn’t vociferate (not that he’s known to), so you take it as a good sign.
His fingertips brush against your knuckles, warm and inviting— but rough and tired from years of constructed experience and battle.
“…In a few, we’ll be taking a few calls to congratulate you on your next big milestone!”
“Thanks.” He grumbles, shuffling over to the nearest booth with his large cup of coffee in hand. In his own, it appears much smaller than it actually is, his large fingers wrapping around the cup as he sinks into a velvety seat. Despite the concerningly large cup of bitter coffee, the pro-hero remains fatigued as his head slowly droops into his palm.
His eyes, unbearably dry and strained, struggle to adjust to the warm, dim lighting of the café. And, before he knows it, the gradual rise and fall of his chest slows as he falls asleep.
He dreams of kind smiles and jumbled up words, the gentle collision of his hand against yours. And, usually, the underground hero would pull his hand aside, move back to his original spot or even blush from the base of his neck, but picturing the overwhelming warmth of your skin against his is, undeniably, surreal and compelling, even in his own dreams. Maybe, just maybe, he could get lost in it.
“…Eraserhead? Sir? Aizawa?” You gently shake his shoulder, placing a plated cupcake alongside his drink. It’s decorated to look like a cat, black and white, with yellow eyes and matching goggles made from fondant.
He blinks awake rapidly, dark eyes shifting to a striking shade of yellow as he looks up at you. The very subject of his dream. The second your hands shoot away from the porcelain plate and upwards in surrender, he registers his surroundings.
“Sorry.” He blinks, genuinely apologetic as he adjusts his seating position. The faux-leather he sits on creaks beneath his weight, and Aizawa, once again, finds himself sinking into the booth. He tears his gaze away from your all too sympathetic smile, and settles on the cupcake in front of him.
There’s a cheap candle towering over whipped frosting, leaning dangerously close in Shouta’s direction.
“I don’t mind, really,” You lean against the seat across the hero, bending over with a gently used lighter. He makes no move to stop you, watching as your hands ignite the lighter with a gentle flick of your fingers. “Happens to the best of us… Anyway… Happy birthday!”
Aizawa watches quietly, as the smell of melting wax wafts throughout the café and jostles the cat (Erasercat) sleeping in his lap— whenever he got there. His eyes close, aiding the burn beneath his eyelids for just a moment, as he leans toward the candle and blows it out. He can smell the burning wic, and it’s pleasant. It reminds him of home.
It reminds him of freshly washed blankets, that still retain heat from their recent round in the drier. Blankets he sleeps under, a lonely soul that’d much rather be alone with someone else; alone together.
When he opens his eyes, and only then, he realizes you’ve been singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him the entire time, under your breath as you watch candle smoke swirl throughout the atmosphere. It seems he can’t help but embrace the small, fond smile that graces his lips shortly after realizing.
“What’d you wish for?” You ask, now seated across from him. Your voice seems much softer, waterlogged with candle wax and birthday wishes.
“If I tell you,” He explains, breaking apart the cupcake into halves, failing to break eye contact. It seems the entirety of his life has been full of surprises, most unpleasant— but none like this. He grabs a napkin, wiping his frosted fingers across the gentle surface, gentle enough to give you goosebumps. “It won’t come true, will it?”
Shouta watches your eyes flutter as you process the image in front of you, seemingly breaking it down into savory slivers of mental fragments. And, for the first time in his life, hopes he’s someone worth remembering.
He listens to you hum in response, a symphony to his ears, as you shift in your seat. Picking up his half of the cupcake, he pulls out the candle and places it back on the small plate with tender movements. The silent encouragement leads your own hand forward, picking up your half with some sort of tranquility that wasn’t there before.
“Wouldn’t you rather speak it out into existence?” You ask, occupying yourself with the ridged cupcake rapper. as if it’s the most intriguing thing you've seen tonight.
That earns a quiet laugh, Shouta— the undeniably logical man, entertaining the idea of manifestation and birthday wishes. He shakes his head, sinking his teeth into the bouncy pastry. “I won’t need to. I think I’m pretty lucky with this one.”
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Uh Oh (Sykkuno x F!Reader)
Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): The Prequel to “Impasta” in which reader meets the gang for the first time and experiences a betrayal. Mainly Friendship
Warning: non-beta, I wrote this in one go and full sent it.
You were a small time Twitch streamer that had recently befriend a streamer with a much larger audience, ValkyRae. You had been talking back and forth for quite some time, since Rae’s dm to you weeks ago. You were mainly an rp channel where you played games like GTA, The Sims, and Animal Crossing. Though you gained a lot of your followers from playing League, though it mostly consisted of hate-followers that would only critique your gaming, even though you were pretty good at it. But it doesn’t bother you too much *que sob*
You were streaming GTA on a RP server playing an amish girl on a Rumspringa and wreaking havoc. You and your ‘gang’ had successfully finished hitting a bank truck ,causing your character to rake in a few thousand dollars, when you got a message from Rae asking you if you had wanted to play a few rounds of the popular game among us.
“Alright guys, a friend asked if I wanted to join her lobby of among us. I know it’s different from the stuff i usually stream, but is that something you guys would be cool with?” You asked your chat and watch an influx of people messaging ‘yes’ or ‘pog’. You take a sip of your Starbucks and picked up your phone to message Rae that you’ll be joining. “Fair warning, I’ve never played among us. So we’ll see how this goes, guys”
While you waited to be invited to the discord and into the lobby, you chatted with your viewers for a bit. “I just realized that I’m really awkward around new people. Like when I’m playing on the GTA Rp Server, I’m not myself, I’m a character you know? So it’s easier to talk with other people, cause they’re also role playing. Plus I don’t think I can call anyone in the discord a musty dusty rat bitch lol or sell them drugs, it’s not that kind of game...unless?...” You laugh as you login to your discord and accept the invite to the discord “alright guys! here we go~”
You enter the discord call and hear people talking.
“Y/N!” Rae exclaims “Guys this is my new friend y/n”
“Hi” Responding to the various voices greeting you
“OK, so the code is in the chat and so are the bubbles, so your chat can see who is talking and what not” Rae explains
You input the code and saw your little character in the space ship. “Oh god guys look at us!” You ran your little character around the ship “How do we change colors? I’m not feeling this blue and I saw Rae with her lil creepy mask”
You read your chat tell you what to do so you went to the little computer to change the blue to white and clicked through all the hats til you decided on the pink flower. “How about this guys? Yellow is my favorite color but its taken”
“Alright, you ready y/n?” Rae asked
“Yup” you respond by running circles around her character
“OK i’m starting. Don’t forget to mute and close chat. You can open it back up if your imposter or dead” Rae sang “Good luck~”
“Alright chat I gotta close you til the game is done? I guess” You hum as the words ‘crewmate’ pop up. “Well at least i’m not imposter, i know the game. I mean who hasn’t at this point. I just never played it, seems to be to nerve wracking”
You open the map icon and run to where the closet yellow exclamation point was, which was admin. You make sure to note all the colors around you in there as you swipe your card “Alright, green, yellow, brown,red, and orange” You repeated the colors over and over again as you make your way into electrical when you notice something “Ok uh green is following me? I don’t know why but its freaking me out.” The lights turn off and you start freaking out “Oh god, this is where I die. Don’t I? You know what do it. Kill me! It’s probably a good idea. I’m kind of an idiot and it’ll help me figure things out on my own without the pressure” You follow the arrow pointing to a panel and you click on it “What am i supposed to do? You know green, this would be the perfect opportunity to murder me in cold blood... is this how you do it?” You flip the switches so that they are all bright green and the lights turn on “YAS BITCH, I did it”
The green character kind of just circles your body as you do tasks in electrical, you do download, wires, and power diverter. “Ok BUT WHY IS HE FOLLOWING ME!!”
An orange body had been reported and that two others had died (bright green and pink) and the person who reported the body was black or as his name read ‘Abe’ “Ok, so this body was in admin on card swipe”
“Well this body couldn’t have been me or y/n” Sykkuno says “I was following her this entire time”
“Yea, I’d like to know why lol? You were kinda freaking me out dude” You laugh a bit trying to play off how nervous you were to call him out on it
“Oh No! I was protecting you” Sykkuno explains “I promise”
“Sykkuno? Are you already simping for someone?” Rae feigns exasperation
“No really guys!” He explains nervously “The new person always dies first, so I was just trying to protect her.”
You hum and smile mischievously “Unless, your just trying to gain my trust only to murder me in coldblood in front of my bestie Rae, to prove your superiority over her!?!”
Rae gasps “Really Sykkuno!?! I’m voting you just for that!”
“Wah? No wait! It’s not like that really” Sykkuno starts laughing as Rae votes “Oh God did you really vote for me?”
“Yes” Rae says and you start laughing
“So anyways, Leslie’s body is in admin?” Hafu says wanting to talk more about the body and get all the sus’s and clears
Though you gasp when you realized a few things “wait I have some info to share” teasing Sykkuno had loosened you up a bit “it was me,green,yellow,brown,red, and orange in admin. Then me and green, uh Syyykkkuunnoo? Sorry if i didn’t say your name right, left and went into electrical, then lights were called and I fixed them before finishing off my tasks in there. So the body must’ve died during lights unless she left and came back into admin after lights were fixed? which doesn’t make much sense, sooo yea” you smiled “look at me chat! being all smart and shit”
“yes” Poki agrees “I left admin also with Rae just before lights were called”
“Ok, so I know that puts sus on me, but I went straight to lights when they were called” Hafu says “Someone on the right side must’ve vented when lights were off. Like I was entering the hallway from storage with Tina when lights got fixed and we went to reactor room together. So it couldn’t have been me. Maybe Tina? I dont know which way she come from, but it was not me”
“That is true. I did meet up with Hafu at storage, but I don’t know man” Tina says “ I was doing download in comms”
“Oh god” You tell chat “I don’t know whether to believe Hafu or not. I know she is really good, along with Toast, but he hasn’t said anything”
“Well it is seven and we don’t vote on seven, so we can skip. Just putting a sus on Hafu” Rae says
“Yes please do” Hafu says as she votes to skip
“Do we know where the other bodies are?” Poki asks as the seconds start to dwindle down to zero “Also Toast? Why are you so quiet?”
“I’m trying to figure out a new strat, so don’t you worry. I’ll catch the killers” Toast starts to evil laugh and that was the end of the meeting.
“Ok we’re susing Hafu for this.Though I don’t think it’s her only cause I remember watching one of her imposter plays and it would be a too obvious kill,since so many people were there, it just doesn’t make sense, so someone venting in and killing is plausible or could be a self report? I don’t know lol It’s my first game” You run with Sykkuno and finish up your tasks together. Though lights were called when you both were at shields, you can see the vent pop open and in your little vision bubble you see a flash of red “Whelp this is where I die, I’d like to rate Sykkuno an 8 out of 10 for protecting me, but obviously I am now died” True to your word Rae killed you and you saw Sykkuno running around like a headless chicken when he reports your body
“Oh God! They got her when I was trying to protect her!” Sykkuno exclaims
“Sykkuno! You were supposed to be protecting her!?” Rae shouts “What happened? Did you kill her in cold blood? hmm?”
“smh Rae, you murdered me right in front of Sykkuno” You sigh “Well chat looks like I’m dead and we can speak now”
“No!” Sykkuno denies “I said I was going to protect her. I wouldn’t kill her after saying that”
“Well she’s dead now Sykkuno! Where’s the body?” Toast dramatically says
“It’s in shields. It happened when lights were off” Sykkyno says “I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t protect you”
“Aw that is so cute” You pout at his apology, it wasn’t his fault. It was dark, so obviously he couldn’t see
“Well I don’t think Sykkuno did this, He said he was protecting her to everyone, so I can say that he’s crew” Hafu says “I’m at light panel, I remember seeing Poki and Tina there”
“I can confirm this” Poki says “So Toast let’s hear your big brain play. What’s your strat?”
It was silent for a minute, before Toast admits that he doesn’t have one.
“Ok so we can all agree that Toast is the imposter right?” Rae says “Vote him outta here!”
“Yep” Tina agrees hitting that vote on him and many follow suit
“Wait guys! WAIT! I do! I do have a strat” Toast screams out “Uhhh... wires! The wires guys!”
“Lol they’re gunna vote him off” You watch people voting “Rae is probably gunna win this”
“Yea, you’ve done that pay before” Poki laughs
“Don’t worry I’ll skip Toast” Sykkuno says
“Why would you skip if we’re on 6?” Rae asks “Is Toast your imposter buddy?”
“Wah? I said I was protecting y/n, why would I kill her?” Trying to make his innocence obvious
“Unless you killed her by accident or Toast did and you’re trying to protect him like the Simp you are!” Rae accuses him
Tina starts to also question Sykkuno “Wait a second, I dont think I’ve seen you do a single task this entire game! You’ve just been following y/n all around! We should vote him off next!”
“Guys, I swear it’s not me, it just doesn’t make sense” You can hear him plead “Oh no guys, how did this get twisted? It’s Rae! But how did it go to thinking Sykkuno as imposter?”
The meeting ends with Toast screaming into the abyss as he is yeeted out with Sykkuno telling him that he voted to skip.
“Ok then chat, looks like the imposters are gunna win, lets talk for a bit” You sigh and start reading the comments “ I know that I didn’t talk much with them, but I’m just awkward in general and I don’t know what to say to them. This is the first time playing with a group like this where i’m supposed to be myself and not a character.”
The words Defeat appeared on screen and there was Hafu and Rae as imposter. “I honestly didn’t think it was Hafu”
“Hafu was that you that killed Leslie in admin? I didn’t think it was “You asked when you returned to the lobby
“NO! I got framed by my own partner” Hafu explains before taking her bathroom break
“How did Rae get that kill cause I was with her?” Poki asks
“I vented from Caf back into admin when lights were off” Rae laughs “and I vented into shields and killed y/n right in front of Sykkuno!”
“Im sorry for not being able to protect you” Sykkuno runs circles around my character “Next round I’ll do better! I promise”
You laugh and start chasing after him in the ship “What if you end up as imposter?”
“Then I’ll have to look away as my imposter buddy kills you” Sykkuno laughs behind his hand and clears his throat “Im joking, Im joking, I promise”
“Wow Sykkuno” You tsk and run over to the opposite side of the room “I don’t know if I want your protection services now”
“Uh” Sykkuno splutters “I’m joking I promise! I won’t kill you as imposter”
“Wait til Corpse hears you simping over someone else” Poki says before starting the game
“Wait Hafu is still in the bathroom!” Rae exclaimed, but it was to late to stop the game from starting, so she’ll have to jump in when she comes back. Though you swear you feel your heart jump out of your chest when the words Imposter read on you screen. The 1st of the night for you and another in a row for Hafu.
“Oh God guys. Hafu is in the bathroom, but she has to carry us” You start to panic “What we do we do!?! Wait is Sykkuno seriously gunna follow us? Should we kill him or would that be to obvious?” You see the chat tell you that it would be to obvious and that it would be better to maybe frame him, but it seems to mean to you “Should we kill someone in front of him? You know to test his loyalty? It’s a terrible idea”
Though before you go on to fake tasks, you see Sykkuno standing on top of Hafu’s body, so you also go ontop of Sykkuno’s and to the outside perspective you are protecting Hafu, but really for you it’s to ensure that your imposter partner is going to be walking around and killing people,once she comes back from the bathroom. It seems that Hafu is back from the bathroom as her yellow character starts making her way away from you both. You and Sykkuno make your way to admin when lights get called and Sykkuno starts to wiggle his body around into a corner. It seems as though he wants you to stack with him in a corner, but before you do you double back when you see a body pass by and kill them, though you start to laugh when you see your character kill Rae, before ‘stumbling’ into Sykkuno’s view in the corner. You both stay there as lights turn back on and go on card swipe. You think about juking Sykkuno, but realize that it’ll look sus on you for ditching him. So you two just walk around ‘completing’ tasks as every once in a while the lights would go off and you two will stack on each other or wait for doors to open which you had been closing alot of them.
“Honestly guys I’m at a point were I just wanna murder someone in front of him” You start to evil laugh as you both stack in the corner of medbay as lights start turning on when a body got called
“It’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast” Hafu chants as it was her who reported the body “I saw him kill Poki”
“oh she self reported” you note and click on Toast’s name but not locking in your vote just in case. You also noticed that four people had died “She killed three people!?! Wow she is beast in this game! Holy Shit guys”
“see, from my perspective it’s hafu. I didn’t see the kill, but I did see blood splatter and Hafu immediately reported the body and blamed me, so it has to be Hafu. I’m voting her” Toast explains and votes her
“no no no no no no no. I saw you kill her when lights got fixed.” Hafu describes her side and what she did in that round “ Ok guys I was afk for like the first 20 seconds and I see Sykkuno and y/n there standing on me in caf., and I’m just doing my tasks, which I finished by the way, so I’m just going back and forth going to cams and just walking around to find any dead bodies. So if you saw cams on in the last 30 or so seconds it was me. I’ve also been fixing lights too! Peter and Leslie should be able to vouch for me on that! But on this round of lights I’m making my way to go help fix them when i see blood flicker in my little bubble and as it starts to get bigger I see Toast walking away from it. Its Toast. It is 100% Toast.” She locks her vote on him “Vote him please. If you don’t vote then you’re either imposter or just throwing”
“I don’t know guys” You start and hover your mouse over the green checkmark next to Toast’s name “I’ve been with Sykkuno the entire round and we did guard Hafu’s body. For Hafu to say that she saw Toast kill, but toast didn’t see Hafu kill? It just doesnt make sense so I’m voting Toast” You lock your vote in when Hafu reminds everyone that crew has to vote together since it is on six. Reminding Peter and Leslie that Hafu has been fixing lights got their votes, but Sykkuno was hesitant “You know I can never vote Toast guys, but I have been with y/n this entire time and I know it’s not her. So, I’m sorry Toast but uh” He locks his vote in for either Hafu or Toast? Who knows if he’s simping over Toast hard.
“Sykkuno?” You can hear Toast tremble his voice “Sy-sykkuno? Who did you vote for? Sykkuno!?!?! Do- Don’t tell me...did you really vote me?”
“I uh “ He clears his throat as the votes get out and all of us had voted Toast
Toast gasps “Sykkuno!?! How could you!?!?!”
“I’m sorry! I just trust y/n!” Sykkuno explains as Toast’s body once again gets yeeted out into space.
“Wow guys, looks like we’re gunna win our first imposter game!” You wiggle around happily “and we literally did nothing...wait we killed Rae! We got our revenge from the last round mwua hahahahaha”
Sykkuno and I run circles around each other before walking back into medbay. You can see Hafu kind of trailing behind and the doors get locked with us three in it, but Hafu is just standing there. “Chat what is Hafu doing? Why is she just standing there” You can see Sykkuno step on the med scan “Wait she wants ME to kill SYKKUNO! Oh god that is so evil lol but i’m so useless as imposter, so I might as well get in at least 25% of the kills”
Once Sykkuno steps off you just murder him and you see that you had won.
“I- I can’t believe you just killed me!?! I trusted you y/n” Sykkuno exclaims
“Sykkuno” Rae sighs “she KILLED ME in caf! Why did no one NOT SEE MY CHOPPED BODY IN CAF!”
You just laugh “I’m sorry Sykkuno, but my chat was telling me that Hafu wanted me to kill you”
“Yea, cause I did like all of the kills and sabotages” Hafu recounts who and how she killed
“Sykkuno, you giant simp. I can’t believe you vote me” Toast tsk’ed
“I can’t believe y/n was the imposter! and she killed me!” Sykkuno shakes his head “you know what i’m no longer protecting you anymore”
“Wait Sykkuno I’m sorry. Really” You giggle
“No no no it’s ok, it’s all part of the game” Sykkuno reassure you that he is not actually mad and that he hoped you had fun “But i wont be protecting you from now on, I have scars now”
So, you play a few more games before calling it quits and end your stream. Later on, you find that Sykkuno started following you on Twitter and Instagram, You totally did not stalk both of his pages and you totally don’t think that he’s cute.....
SideNote: You totally murdered someone in front of Sykkuno and he totally didn’t snitch on you. Instead he protected you as you ran around killing more people in front of him and like the giant Simp he is he totally went ‘I neva snitch on you Daddy, I hold a brick for you Daddy’.
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not really a headcanon, but what are your favourite things about each of the boys?x
Van
💮 That overwhelming positivity especially in old interviews
💮 I think in school he'd have been a people pleasing class clown and I'd have lowkey fancied the fuck out of him but I'd also have been the butt of all his jokes and probably wouldn't have gotten on with him.
💮 Deffo shares his ciggies and lighters
💮 Seems so chatty and friendly and like he could get along with anyone. I think if he saw someone in a group being left out he'd probably make an effort to try and get to know them.
💮 His ratty wee face is so cute ❤️❤️❤️
💮 I love what he did for little Comets in terms of shouting their praises all the time and like, just boosting them wherever he could. That was real sweet.
Bondy
💮 The moral compass on that boy is hot af. A big lefty, basically comes off like a commie babe. He also seems really nice cause of this, like super chill and pleasant to everyone, reckon he's so easy to get along with and just kind to people.
💮 The weirdness, unpredictableness of him? Like how he just seems a bit unhinged in the best way possible. Feel like you'd spend all your time laughing, confused and in awe.
💮 Ugly dad music taste is just <3 the playlist he makes are such a mess, full of dad dancing tunes and then just something really cool and moody. And all the shoegaze.
💮 His soft little geordie accent is perfect to me.
💮 Remember that story about chasing a car down the lanes near where he lives because he saw them chasing seagulls and he got mad at them for being mean to the gulls. That.
Benji
💮 Seems so awkward and cute and kinda like he doesn't even know how he ended up in that band. Like Van was just his pal and he got dragged into it and is now just vibing.
💮 The selfies with the doggos.
💮 Just seems like a cosy wee guy. Like friendly awkward but just nice.
💮 Video game nerd, would be the best to be hungover or ill with because you'd just chill playing Mario kart or something.
Bob
💮 Is just such a fuckin cutie pie
💮 Kinda love his glow up from shy awkward boy to like, sexy farmer dilf material. Like the fact he's fully just lived his life one way and is now like, going to settle in a wee farmhouse/cottage or somet and just enjoy peace and quiet. It's just nice.
💮 His little nose man, Idk why I can't get over it its just cute
💮 He's so shy and awkward but also gives those vibes of such a nice guy. Think he'd just be a chill but reliable super honest pal.
Sam
💮 He's definitely the lad who keeps listening to you when you're telling a story that's kinda just bombed in a group. He's definitely going to offer you smiles and reassurance and looks from across the group so you know he got U.EVEN IF HE DOESN'T KNOW U
💮 The fact he stans Springsteen so much. Everyone is always like the beatles are the best and then u have Sam in the corner like give me the sexy sax solo and some blue jeans.
💮 He looks like he gives the biggest and warmest bear hugs.
💮 How unafraid he is to just talk politics and write about it and say the stuff that's actually going on. The fact he wrote dead boys, the fact he wrote white privelige and hit the nail on the head so hard with both. The fact j think he'd talk to you about ur shit and be there even if he didn't know u, I feel like he'd give u a cig and lend you a light and listen to u vent and just cheer u up.
Idk he seems nice. And principled.
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