#they are so platonic ideal i don't even know what to say
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Impulse: talking about how cool it was to reach 1 mil subs
Someone in chat: Skizz is gonna overtake you soon
Impulse, no hesitation, with his entire impussy:
G O O D.
I can't wait. I can't wait! Honestly I would LOVE- I would ABSOLUTELY love to see Skizz pass me in everything. Subs, views, everything. Dude deserves it. I've been dreaming about that since I started. Him coming along and making his way up and overtaking me and me riding- I'll ride his coattails for a while, you know!
#impulsesv#skizzleman#imp and skizz#they are so besties#don't look at me#impulse loves skizz so much it's not even funny#a man with an endless thirst to be the best at what he does and yet he dreams of his best friend succeeding more than him#a guy with unstoppable ambition and all he wants is that his bestie reaches beyond anyone else#they are so platonic ideal i don't even know what to say#imp and skizz everyone#this was from the 19/2/2024 stream btw#just for those who are interested#dose of impulse#dose of skizz
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me talking about ryusoulger on here
#no one cares but the lore 🤌#the relationships like i literally love koh and canalo so much as we all know#but i love asuna and melto and i notice they have a lot of memories together and it makes sense since they've been friends even when koh#wasn't very kind yet and they're a very cute pair of ryusoulgers#i also really like the platonic relationships or the ones i view as platonic like asuna and canalo like they don't interact a lot but#they're silly and fun and my favs#when asuna checks on canalo first when koh hits him after losing his kindness and she does say he's easy to forget but i like that#like she's attentive and caring but he kinda just blends in to her#i'm really glad that the writers never made them a romantic possibility outright like canalo has no interest in pursuing her romantically#also really like canalo and bamba's dynamic like do you think they ever really talk alone or is it too awkward for them to sit alone in a#room and talk about anything too casual?#anyways i love ryusoulger and have thoughts on what would be an ideal king ohger and ryusoulger crossover would be that i'll probably never#really get to talk about but just know an asuna and kaguragi team up would be one for the books#umbrella.thoughts#umbrella.posts#ryusoulger rewatch lb#super sentai lb
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“I need to tell you something.”
Shitfuckno. Eddie doesn't even know why he's still surprised. This is how it always goes, after all. He should probably just give up and stop dating altogether – again.
Steve looks at him exactly as ominously as the words I need to tell you something require. Perfect Steve. Funny Steve. Sweet Steve. Sexy Steve. Steve, who Eddie had genuinely believed to be different.
Eddie sighs, barely suppressing a dark chuckle while he turns away from that perfect face. He doesn't want to look at Steve when he'll tell him the undoubtedly messed-up shit he's about to spill.
“Lemme guess, you're married?” That was what the last guy he dated told him, seven months after they got to know each other. It can't be much worse than that, can it?
Steve grabs Eddie's hand, causing him to involuntarily jerk up his head and meet his eyes.
“How did you know?”
Jesus H. Christ. Not again.
Eddie roughly pulls his hand out of Steve's grip and laughs a joyless laugh.
“Apparently I'm a good guesser.”
He stands up from the park bench the two of them had been sharing. “Well, Steve, this has been a blast. You should go back to your wife, or husband – don't tell me, I don't even wanna know – and I should um, get going. Maybe tell the next person right away what they'll be getting themselves into. Would save them a lot of wasted time, just in case cheating and going around other people's backs isn't really their thing, y'know.”
“Eddie, wait, let me explain!”
Eddie picks up his pace, but Steve, stubborn as he is, easily keeps up with him.
“I'm really not interested, man.”
“It's not – I'm not cheating on her!”
“Okay, so you have an open marriage, good for you. Still the kind of information you could've shared with me, say, three months ago, don't you think?”
“She's a lesbian.”
And that makes Eddie freeze on the spot. It takes Steve two steps before he realizes Eddie has stopped moving; he walks backwards until he's standing right in front of Eddie.
“She's my best friend,” he says, immediately using Eddie's stunned silence to his advantage. “Robin, my roommate – I told you all about her. We wanted to buy a house together and that turned out to be very complicated when you're not... Well, when you're not romantically involved. So we got married. For the, um, practical reasons. We never – we're like siblings. I love her like a sister. But she's also my wife. Platonically.”
It takes a few seconds until Steve's words sink in. Then, Eddie leaps forward and basically collapses into Steve's arms, needing to hold onto him to prevent himself from crashing to the ground.
Steve's arms are warm, strong, and as safe as ever.
“Eddie, are you okay?” Steve asks softly. His lips brush against Eddie's ear while he speaks, and worry colors his voice.
Perfect Steve. Too-good-to-be-true Steve.
“Jesus Christ, Steve,” is the only thing Eddie manages to say.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” Steve says. “It's just – I've gotten some, um... Less than ideal reactions, in the past, whenever I told this when I was seeing someone. So I thought it'd be better to wait until things were getting serious.” He sighs, tangling his fingers in Eddie's hair. “I didn't wanna scare you off. Are we – are you okay?”
Eddie nods. He lifts his head from where it's resting against Steve's shoulder and raises his hands to squeeze them around Steve's face.
“We're okay,” he says. “And I'm sorry I didn't want to listen to you. I–” He stops; he can't find the words right away. It's still difficult to talk about those things; to let himself be vulnerable. But Steve has been honest with him, so it's only fair to return the favor.
“I've been hurt, Steve,” he confesses. “More than once. I've had some really shitty experiences with dudes not being honest with me. I thought that that was what was happening again, and I couldn't – I couldn't go through that again. Especially not with you.”
“Jesus, Eddie, I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay,” Eddie rushes to say, pulling Steve even closer towards him. “I trust you.” And as soon as these words leave his mouth, he knows it's the truth.
“I do want to be absolutely clear about one thing, though,” Steve says.
Eddie leans back in Steve's arms to give him an expectant look.
“Robin is my wife. I'm not planning on that to change anytime soon. We've been through a lot together. She's been the most important person in my life for years. We own a house and a dog together, and I love her more than anything. I like you a lot, and I promise you I'm all-in with you, but... Robin is still my number one. And that's not gonna change overnight. I need you to be okay with that.”
Eddie swallows. He looks into Steve's eyes. All he sees is a man who is honest, who loves his friends deeply, and who refuses to make any compromises when it comes to love – whether it be the platonic or the romantic kind.
It doesn't scare Eddie off; it only makes him fonder of Steve.
He smiles, glances around to check if they're alone, and presses a quick kiss against Steve's lips.
“I think I can live with that,” he says. “As long as I'm the only one who gets to do this.” He closes his eyes and lets his lips meet Steve's again.
The sigh that Steve breathes into their tentative kiss is one filled with relief.
#trying my hand at some exploration of the platonic soulmatism#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#stobin#platonic stobin#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#fanfic#fruity ficlet
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What's your ideal type?
Summary: What would be the best traits for their potential partner to have?
A/N: I didn't want to leave Lilia out of the series even though I only write platonic relationships with him, so I wrote about his ideal friend instead. Enjoy!
Characters: Diasomnia dorm (Malleus, Sebek, Silver) x GN!Reader (separate, romantic), Lilia and GN!Reader (platonic)
Other parts of the series: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde
Warnings: none
By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.
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Malleus' ideal type would be...
Someone who playfully teases him. Malleus can be quite a tease himself, and enjoys seeing people squirm under his playful eyes. While he knows how it feels to be at the receiving end of that treatment thanks to Lilia, he'd still get surprised if you reciprocate.
Someone who can see beauty in the desolate. Being the goth king-to-be that he is, Malleus' tastes tend to gravitate towards darker aesthetics: abandoned buldings, antiques, vintage paintings and furniture, gargoyles... He can't help but be slightly upset when people mistake a grotesque for a gargoyle, but he's amazed when you correct them before he gets to.
Someone who can enjoy grand gestures. It's possible it is a byproduct of him being a prince, but Malleus and words such as "subtle" or "small" are from different worlds. He just wants to shower you with the best offerings to show his attention. Maybe his desire to put valuables with you is because dragons tend to hoard treasure?
Someone who isn't afraid to call him out on things. Malleus is many things: powerful, wise, capable and kind. But he's also stubborn, prideful and has a tendency to do things first and ask later. When he unintentionally crosses your boundaries, tell him. When he plans to do something before asking, tell him. Don't be his yes man. He'll respect you immensely for calling him out. After all, you ability to treat him like any other student is what drew him to you in the first place.
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Lilia's ideal friend would be...
Someone who appreciates cooking. Lilia is a creative person, and it really shows in his cooking (for better or for worse). While eating his food is... a bit of a challenge, your interest would not go unnoticed. Who knows, maybe enough interest would have him allow you join him for a cooking session! A perfect opportunity to stop him from being too creative.
Someone who can take his jokes and pranks. What can I say, Lilia loves having a good laugh, even if sometimes comes at the expense of pulling a prank or two. While harmless, his pranks can be annoying. Take them on as a challenge, and you'll never find your slippers again, or you will have all of your mugs laid on your kitchen floor face down once every 17 mornings. Depends on you if you find that fun or not.
Someone who gets along with Silver and Malleus. His sons are his pride and joy, no matter what. While Lilia knows that sometimes people just don't fit well together, he can recognise effort when he sees it. If you want that spot at the dinner table, you have to get along with his family first.
Someone who can still love the world, despite any hardships. Lilia has lived on this earth for long and faced heartbreak after heartbreak, uncertainty and grief. His healing is not over, and that's okay. He'll appreciate you talking to him about how the would doesn't suck that badly after all.
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Sebek's ideal type would be...
Someone who respects Malleus and Lilia. If you want any chance of even getting along with Sebek, you have to pay your respects to two of the people he respects the most. While you don't have to kiss the ground they walk on, a few nods of approval during Sebek's endless speeches about their glory and superiority would not go unnoticed.
Someone who likes praising him. I'm not saying Sebek is easily swayed by praise, but he'd be joyous to hear how well he's doing. He's a dedicated guard with perfect scores at school and a will strong enough to move mountains. While the praise directed at him would be something he's not really accustomed to, he'd stop trying to redirect the praise towards Malleus soon enough.
Someone who challenges him. Sebek is not the most agreeable person, but he's always open to learning and improving himself. He's just very, very stubborn. You don't have to dismantle his whole ideology about humans or anything like that. Instead, just give him the puzzle pieces: he'll enjoy the challenge to figure out your thought process while trying to prove you wrong. Whatever the outcome is, Sebek will always come out of the other side with a newfound respect for you.
Someone who can teach him how to be gentle. Yes, Sebek is loud, extra and arrogant. But, above all, he wants to do right by his loved ones. If you can teach him how to come from a place of compassion and genuine goodwill instead of having him default on his aggresive demeanor, he'd be quite amazed with you. His job was never to be kind and gentle, but he can still be those things while protecting the people around him. He'll treasure everything you'll teach him, and he'll hold you in his heart close to his idols.
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Silver's ideal type would be...
Someone who respects Malleus and Lilia. While Silver is not the type to sing their praises during every moment of the day, he respects his liege and his father more than anything. He can't have someone disrespect two of the most important people in his life. It's the bare minimum for him if you want him to pay you any mind.
Someone who is earnest. Silver is a kind and sweet boy. His help and advice are always genuine. His dedication to protect the people he loves come from a desire to pay back the goodwill of the people in his life. He might not notice when people don't have the most genuine intentions, but he can tell when you are a nice person, especially to the people around him. His wariness will quickly dwindle, and he will warm up to you in no time.
Someone who knows when to nudge him awake and when to let him sleep. Silver dislikes how often he falls asleep during the day, and has a lot of guilt from not being to stay awake. He really takes note of how people react when he falls asleep near them or when they wake him up. Even though he still feels very helpless against his curse, if you still treat him just the same then he'd feel the littlest bit less guilty about it.
Someone who shows him he's enough. Above all else, Silver believes in paying back the kindness he has received from the world. He works very hard, harder than needed. Sometimes he needs to be sat down and told that he is doing enough. He is enough. It will not change his hard working nature overnight, but acknowledging his efforts sure makes him feel like he's going in the right direction.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#silver vanrouge#malleus draconia x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#silver x reader
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Hello sorry if this is a bother but I am asking in good faith where is the reading for transmasc nepeta. I’m asking this cuz of your last ask (the June one) and I see aradia Dirk and Jane. Thoes all I have seen post and analysis about. But I have not really seen anything about nepeta.
Okay so first thing you gotta understand is that gender in Homestuck, for lack of a better way to say it, can be understood in how characters reflect and relate to each other. That being said to understand Nepeta's gender, we gotta understand the gender of at the very least one other person.
Dave.
And more specifically.
Davepeta, Homestuck's very own first(ish) trans character.
Davepeta is noted to be a sort of platonic ideal of existence for both Dave and Nepeta. Somehow, through a strange series of cosmic coincidences, these two end up making an odd sort of parallel. Both having a strange relationship to a man who loves him some goddamn horses. The whole Akwete Purrmusk thing. I mean, Dave canonically engaged in semi-nonironic furry roleplay with Nepeta offscreen, and given what we know about what becoming a furry in Homestuck means, it's not a leap to describe this as their ideal form.
But, although we don't see a lot of Nepeta's character arc, we do see a lot of Dave's. He struggles his whole life under an incredibly oppressive masculine force (both of Bro and, indirectly, Lord English), and once the game is over ends up deconstructing and largely rejecting that.
So when Davesprite, who's also probably been thinking about this for even longer, bereft of purpose or identity, finds a kindred soul in a spunky catgirl... well the rest is Davepeta.
And similarly, there are points in the story where Nepeta acts kind of uncomfortable with how others see her as exclusively something to be protected. The whole "Dear, sweet, precious Nepeta" grates on her early on, as Equius uses it as an excuse to control her actions. The whole of moiraillegience as it is originally explained (i.e. one party helps to calm down an especially brutal and violent person from outbursts of anger, and in turn that person will protect the more docile, even-tempered soul from external harm) even kind of FEELS like the way heterosexual relationships are portrayed in a lot of conservative spaces, where women are nuturers and caretakers while men are protectors. And Nepeta is supposed to, in this situation, be the person who helps Equius manage his emotions, which she feels some consternation at!
Now, over the course of Hivebent, their relationship appears to evolve and get a bit more balanced, but it still carries these overtones of "I will protect you, and you will handle my outbursts." Notably, when Equius goes to seek the Highb100d, and leaves Nepeta behind.
And of course not after roleplaying as each other.
Which. I mean come on.
But notably, Nepeta doesn't just stay put! She doesn't really want to be protected all the time! And when push comes to shove, she leaps out to defend, or at the very least avenge, her best friend.
And then, we don't really see Nepeta for a while!
Until we get to the end of the comic.
During their whole "date", Nepeta seems a little uncomfortable with Jasprose's affections. She may be a bit flattered, but Jasprose also fully admits later that she was frankly looking for any girl she could fall in love with after the tragic death of her girlfriend and possible more tragic untimely resurrection.
But then the pivotal handshake happens, and we get to see who is perhaps the most happy being in all of Homestuck.
Then we get into some of the only actual discussion of gender in Homestuck. We don't get much besides that, for both of their lives, Dave and Nepeta both felt something was missing. Something felt wrong that they couldn't quite place that made them both miserable. I don't think it's a massive stretch to say this could be gender dysphoria.
And when they combine, they feel the fullness of the gendered experience they were missing, melded together like a two-piece puzzle.
Now while the abovementioned "strong identities as a boy and a girl" might throw you off, I would point to what Victoria Lacroix said about this passage: note the lack of the word "respectively." I rest my case.
Now full disclosure, my personal headcanon for Nepeta is genderfluid transmasc. The whole affinity for roleplaying lends itself to a more shifting identity and I just think Nepeta, given more time, would love exploring the little nooks and crannies of gender.
This isn't going into the more complicated shit with Gender when it comes to Equius and Dirk and all that other stuff. Here's a quick summary so you can see exactly how my brain is broken.
Anyways, thanks for the question! I hope I answered my thoughts on the topic adequately! If other people have more to say about this, please feel free to add on!
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Can you pls do platonic yandere sanemi x demon child reader (that is also tanjiros and nezukos younger sibling to)
soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!reader hcs [platonic]
TITLE: " TURBULENCE " — navi.
A/N: this contains huge manga spoilers in regards to sanemi's past/relationships!! also ,, ty for being patient annonie, if ur still there :') also i accidentally posted this b4 i finished it, so sorry if anyone saw that...
PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother figure!shinazugawa sanemi x child!demon!kamado!reader (platonic)
CHARACTERS: shinazugawa sanemi (21), reader (12), nezuko (14), tanjiro (16)
☆ sanemi hates demons.
☆ that much is clear from the spectacle he made of your older sister, nezuko, at the hashira's headquarters with that horrrible temper of his. needless to say, you don't like him at all and he clearly doesn't like you or your sister, either. it certainly doesn't help that master kagaya seems to have a sour sense of humor as you're now stuck with him as your babysitter.
☆ both tanjiro and nezuko vehemently object to master kagaya's orders. the servants of the residence had to literally rip you from the ironed grips of your older siblings, who were screaming bloody murder as if you'd be separated for the rest of eternity. they were certainly being a tad bit dramatic, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't just as upset.
☆ with the deal set in stone, however, sanemi drags you to his home as begrudgingly as humanly possible and condemns you to one of his spare bedrooms. apparently he lived alone (expected tbh) in a traditional style home, complete with the koi ponds and bamboo deer scares. it's nice, you'll give him that, but his nasty attitude doesn't seem to match the beauty of his residence.
☆ although your living conditions are less than ideal, you're old enough to know that staying under someone else's roof is almost never free. you try (keyword: try) to do what you can to help around the house but sanemi is constantly hollering at you to leave him alone or to not mess with his stuff.
☆ he insists you stay in your room and out of his way, but you still tail behind him from afar out of your debilitating boredom. if he notices, he says nothing, and simply ignores you as if you're not even there. at least when you were with tanjiro and nezuko there was always something to do—sanemi is so boring.
☆ sometimes sanemi gets really angry for seemingly no reason and at any given time. he'll storm outside and take it out on the poor practice dummies that litter his backyard, grunting in oblivious rage when he accidentally kicks one of their heads off. you're not sure what it is about you that makes him so angry; you've kind of already ruled it out as his perpetual state of being.
☆ and, well, sanemi doesn't... hate you. you remind him so much of his younger brother, genya, and most of his anger is only borne out of pain. as the eldest of the family he once knew, it's not like the instincts he acquired to take care of his siblings just went away. you simply remind him of who he used to be and the weaknesses that tore his family apart make him inexplicably angry.
☆ considering your resemblance to his late younger siblings (and genya), sanemi does get protective over you in his own ways. sometimes you meddle too close to the windows during the day, so he'll yell at you to move. or sometimes when you're scarfing down the raw meat he gives you, he yells at you to slow down lest you choke.
☆ it may seem like he's not paying attention to you at all, but he's always peeking at you with watchful eyes. he's notices that you like to watch him train but can't be out in the sun, so he hung up a blanket in the branches of a nearby tree without saying a word to you. you smile knowing that you're growing on him.
☆ during the evening, sanemi often catches you out in the garden picking flowers. usually he'd shrug his shoulders and turn his nose up, but he felt compelled to see what you were doing out there all the time. plus, he couldn't have you wandering out beyond the walls.
☆ "what're you doin', kid?" sanemi's booming voice scares you and you drop your basket of colorful flowers on the ground with a squeak. you scramble to gather them again and you're surprised to see a pair of scarred hands helping out, too.
☆ "i'm gonna make flower crowns for when tanjiro and nezuko get back." you answer once all the flowers are back in the basket. sanemi snorts. "flower crowns?"
☆ you nod. "yup! here, i'll show you how to make one." sanemi has zero time to refuse as you grab his hand and pull him down onto the grass with you. you take a length of string that you had stolen from one of his many rooms of junk and began to attach the flowers to it with a clever weaving pattern.
☆ sanemi is fuming in embarrassment as you eagerly teach him how to make a stupid flower crown. this is ridiculous. but why can't he just get up and leave? when you hand him the string of flowers to try it out for himself, your childish giggling is contagious as he fumbles clumsily and accidentally crushes the delicate stem in his callous grip.
☆ in the end, sanemi finds himself enjoying making flower crowns with you, but he threatens you violently with a ruffle of your hair should you tell anyone about it. he would never admit it but as he looks at the crudely made flower crown that you helped him with, he feels a distantly familiar feeling of warmth igniting in his heart again.
☆ the rest of the days you spend with sanemi begin to feel more pleasant than it did initially. sanemi no longer leaves you to your own devices, but instead tries to find things for you to do during the day when you can't go outside. he'll bring you puzzles and teach you how to read with children's folktales written on tarnished scrolls that he said he kept from his old family home.
☆ you're not sure what happened, but sanemi dotes on you now. once you had tripped and split your finger open, and sanemi rushed to your side like it had been your head. it healed within a few seconds, but sanemi still scolded you for walking around unsupervised.
☆ and when you get feverish due to your refusal of eating human flesh, which is often, sanemi tarries by your side day and night in order to make sure you're as comfortable as can be. cold, damp towels on your forehead, fresh raw meat at your bedside, and anything else you want, he gets for you. the worry etched into the lines of his forehead shows how much he cares about you.
☆ by the time tanjiro and nezuko return from their mission to collect you, sanemi doesn't even want to let you go. in fact, you've both grown attached to each other and while you're overjoyed to see your siblings again, sanemi has also become something like an older brother to you. you've grown to love the big residence and his presence.
☆ you're in tears as sanemi pats your head and smiles crookedly at you for what feels like the last time. you beg tanjiro to let you stay longer but he firmly tells you no. sanemi makes tanjiro promise that he'll take you to visit him or else he'll kill him (he's serious).
☆ when you inevitably depart from sanemi (tanjiro has to pry you away from him), he feels about as lonely as the day is long. the residence feels too big without you following behind him like his own shadow, and every time he turns a corner he half-expects to find you doing something to cause trouble.
☆ sanemi takes the flower crown you both made and seals it in a glass jar. he hopes that you'll visit again before it withers, or else he might just go out and find you himself.
#yandere x reader#yandere sanemi x reader#yandere sanemi#yandere demon slayer#yandere kny#yandere demon slayer x reader#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#yandere kny x reader#yandere#yandere male#yandere hashira#platonic yandere
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The first time Steve is exposed to subculture, it changes his life. The sneer his mother gives ins't surprising, but Steve can't help but be entranced by the glinting silver on this random man's body.
They're everywhere, in his nose, lips, and when he flicks his tongue out, Steve even catches sight of the shining jewelry in his tongue. And maybe Steve was already 13, practically grown up at this point, but he sees this man and thinks, that's who he wants to be when he grows up.
Unfortunately, that is not how things go.
His mother sees him studying the style of the delinquent in front of them and smacks his lightly on the head. "You have a reputation to uphold, Steven," She mutters through gritted teeth. So Steve hangs his head, and his dreams of looking like the colored haired boy he saw in the grocery store.
So years later, he's still adorned in polo shirts and light washed jeans. He's snuck in some goofy hair, but it's no where near what he'd want it to be ideally.
And here's the thing, he knew his family's reputation was important, but now that he's been denied from every college he applied to, including tech, and he's been lowered to serving ice cream in a sailor uniform, he wonders just how important the reputation was.
--
He can't help but wonder if he's going to die like this.
Covered in vomit and blood, in a sailor outfit on a dirty bathroom floor curled up to a lesbian, who he thinks maybe his soulmate. Platonically, of course.
"I've always wanted, like- colored hair. 'Nd piercings 'nd stuff. Y'know." Steve said, letting his head fall against Robin's shoulder. "Why haven't you?" Robin asked, resting her head on his. Steve shrugged, "Reputation, I guess. I think my parents would commit homicide."
Robin snorted, "If only they could see you now," she giggles. Steve shifts to retaliate, but can only laugh along with her. Steve nods, laughing harder when an angry looking Dustin and Erica barge into the bathroom.
--
They make it out alive.
Somehow. But they do.
And that's how they ended up here.
"Rob, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Of course it is! Look, Eddie is probably the only punk adjacent guy for miles, and he probably knows about all those records you think you hide in your closet."
"You've seen those?"
Robin shrugs, "When there's a box labeled 'do not open' in King Steve's closet, you take a look. It doesn't matter! I'm sure he knows who Iron Maiden is!"
The door swings open, "Of course I do."
Eddie Munson stands in front of them in all his glory.
"Told ya." Robin says, a light sneer on her face. Steve shoves her over, before looking back at Eddie, about to speak before he cuts him off. "I know Iron Maiden, what I don't know, is why King Steve is on my front porch with Robin from band. And why he's asking about Iron Maiden of all things." Eddie looks a bit like he want's to turn them away, but he steps back and opens the door wider, motioning for them to come in.
Once they're all milling about Eddie's tiny living room, Steve starts. "I know you've got this whole," Steve gestures at Eddie, "Metal head look going on and, well. I need some advice. Guidance, if you will." Robin nods along with him. "Yeah, a lot of guidance. He want's to get his nose pierced, but he only has polos."
Steve scoffs at this. "I have band shirts, Buckley. I'm just not allowed to wear them. But no more! I'm fully embracing this side of me."
Eddie watches, slightly amused, "So what do you need my help for?" He asks, eyebrow arching. "I need you to pierce my nose. Or at least tall me where to go," Steve rambles, shifting from foot to foot.
He watches as the metal head mulls this over. Eddie sighs, and shakes his head, Steve's shoulders dropping. "C'mon, Rob. He's not gonna do it, let's just go." He says quietly. "Woah, hey! I never said I wouldn't do it. I just don't uh- Why me?"
"You're the only person I thought could be helpful." Steve admits, watching as a smirk spreads across Eddie's face. "Alright then, big boy. Step into my office."
Steve follows Eddie into the bathroom, Robin hot on his heels, watching in some combination of awe and fear as Eddie pulls out. needle from the medicine cabinet. "Oh shit," Steve breathes. Eddie raises an eyebrow, but moves on. "Stay here while I get the jewelry."
"You okay, Steve? Oh my god, you're shaking." Robin frets, "Do you wanna back out? We don't have to do this." She says, grabbing Steve's hand. Steve swallows thickly, "I- I want to. I just. The needle is really freaking me out. I keep seeing that fucking syringe." Robin nods, rubbing Steve's shoulder, laying her head on his shoulder.
Eddie comes bounding back into the bathroom, "Hey- woah. Am I interrupting? No PDA in the trailer, please." He laughs. Steve and Robin jump away from each other, "Oh ew. He is so not my type," Robin groans.
"Whatever, let's do this Stevie. We're doing your septum, right?"
Steve tilts his head, and Eddie sighs "The one right here," Eddie places his hands on his own septum. "Oh, yeah. That one." Eddie nods, getting to work.
Eddie lies the needle up with Steve's nose, "Okay, breath in," Steve follows, "And breath out," Eddie instructs, and slides the needle through. In a fluid motion, Eddie slides the jewelry in, screwing on the ball and checking his work.
"Alright, we're all done, Steve-o." Eddie says, patting his cheek, before looking up at the boy. He looked a bit pale. "Steve?" He asked, before Steve promptly passed out, flopping to the floor in a boneless heap. "Oh, shit. Steve!" Robin cries, bending down. Eddie freezes for a second, "Oh shit. Okay. He probably just fainted, it happens sometimes. Lemme get him some water." He practically leaps through the trailer to grab some water.
He's back in the bathroom right as Steve comes to, "Scoops! I work for scoops, please!" He's shouting, there's tearing streaming down his face and Robin is there next to him, holding him close. "Shh, Steve. We're in the trailer, remember? Eddie's trailer? He pierced your nose." Robin soothes.
Eddie moves in closer, "yeah, I uh. I got you some water," he says, handing him the water. Steve grabs it with a shakey hand, "Thanks, Munson." He breathes, tears slowing. "Uh. Sorry. I had a long month. Y'know," Steve shrugs, and it leaves Eddie reeling. Was he just going to pretend this didn't just happen? The guy was still sitting on his bathroom floor. "Steve, seriously? Look, just sit here, I'm gonna go call someone to pick us up." Robin sighs, before making her way out of the small space.
"Are you okay," Eddie asks, sincerely, "No." Steve answers, voice cracking as he does so. "I was in that mall fire last month, and the hospital trip involved a lot of needles. I guess I didn't realize they still kind of freak me out." Eddie nodded in understanding. "I get that. I couldn't look at a blue chevy for the longest time cause it reminded me of my dad."
Steve sighed, "Thanks for doing this, Eddie. Hey, uh. How much do I owe you?" Eddie waved his hand, "It's all good, Harrington." He dismissed. Steve shook his head, "No way man, I gotta pay you back somehow." He insisted.
Eddie mulled it over, "take me to dinner?" He asked, before realizing what the fuck he just said, "I mean- fuck. Not- I didn't" He scrambled to his feet. Steve grabbed his hand, "Eddie, wait. It's fine."
"Fine? I asked you on a date. If you hadn't just passed out in my bathroom, I'm positive you would've decked me by now!" Eddie squealed. Steve shook his head, "I- I like both, Eddie. Y'know, boys and girls. And honestly. I'd love to go on a date with you," Steve said, smiling up at him.
"Steve! Joyce's here to pick us up since you died!" Robin called from the living room. Eddie helped Steve stand, and walked him to the living room. Steve leaned a little heavier into his side, "I'll call you when I'm a little less weak in the knees, okay?" Steve said softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before following Robin outside.
"Thanks again, Eds!" Steve called once he was in the car.
Eddie couldn't wait for that phone call.
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You know what I can't get enough of? Speculation about what the fictional novel Proud Immortal Demon Way says about its fictional author. Because it would be completely possible to make a story like this without that connection. I'm not sure I've read any other transmigration story where the author was a character, so just that addition adds a lot of interesting texture to the situation even without getting deep in the author's head, but it's so interesting how deep I can speculate in so many directions if I think about getting in his head.
And oh man, I could talk for AGES about how Shang Qinghua and his iconic protagonist reflect each other, but a lot of people have written about that already! Including in the medium of fic, which is my favorite way to consume that kind of crunch. So let's talk about familial neglect and mistreatment and the author's favorite character.
Honestly, when I look at how iconic this ship is, I'm astonished there aren't more hit novels where the author gets yeeted into their own book and has to navigate platonic or romantic relationships with their own characters. A lot of the parallels between Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe are about them being alike in ugly and vulnerable ways, ways I don't think either of them likes about themselves, and regarding aspects of their personalities that I don't think they'd be happy discussing period. Like, Binghe very much hates himself, that's right there on the page. And Shang Qinghua is a ridiculous character, he's very funny, but he's also not stupid. He's very aware of who he is and what he is, and makes a decision to behave the ways he does. I'm typing this up because I was scrolling through an old chat looking for something and tripped across a conversation about shang qinghua and fawn trauma response.
He knows he does this thing! He has an easy opening to turbokill Mobei-jun while he's unconscious and decides to go the route of begging for his life and trying to ingratiate himself after Mobei-jun wakes up instead, which is a much trickier process. He says it himself, that Mobei-jun is his ideal, that he embodies everything Shang Qinghua wants to be, that etc. And that's hilarious and all, especially in light of the eventual romance and the clownery it takes to get there, but in classic svsss fashion, it also becomes a lot sadder when you add up all the pieces and see everything Shang Qinghua hates about himself.
In some ways he's an even more avoidant narrator than Shen Qingqiu, he deflects and jokes like a motherfucker, so it really is a matter of assembling all the pieces and seeing where there are gaps. But what really underscored the connection for me was Mobei-jun's reaction to parental neglect. Because that's what pushed Shang Qinghua into being an author in the first place, his parents divorced and remarried and kinda just.... forgot about him.
Mobei-jun's dad doesn't exactly do that, but he is operating without a mom in the picture, and rather than remarrying, he just chooses to ignore the thing where his shitty brother is persistently trying to kill his son. That really sucks! But Mobei-jun never shows the smallest hint of weakness or vulnerability over this, even when it would have really helped to use his words, like 'hi my uncle is coming to kill me and i trust you to protect me.' He's everything cool, aloof, arrogant, proud, all a bunch of adjectives that really do not apply to Shang Qinghua. Mobei-jun honestly looks like a boring character if you just stick to the main story, because he's so self-contained and controlled. Compare and contrast to Shang Qinghua, who accidentally outs himself as a transmigrator like two minutes after showing up and proceeds to be hilarious for the rest of the book.
(Brief aside to say that I don't think Mobei-jun is necessarily a happier or healthier person for all of this, lmao. The conversation that fawn reaction thing came from was talking about freeze (tee hee) versus fawn in response to threats or stressful situations. But that goes along with the svsss theme of people used to engaging with this universe as a fictional property coming to terms with the depth and complexity of other people's emotions and not just seeing them as simplistic not-real characters in a book)
(Additionally, this makes the ship hilarious as a take on 'opposites attract,' but also it gives me actual Emotions that Shang Qinghua's ideal who he wishes he could be, purely incidentally, he is able to value and love Shang Qinghua in a way that Shang Qinghua can't and doesn't seem to totally understand)
And what's very interesting here. Is that Shang Qinghua made these two characters, Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun. His protagonist ultimately reflects a lot of his own vulnerabilities and insecurities (secretly and quietly in pidw, much more.... overtly in svsss), and Mobei-jun corrects for his vulnerabilities and insecurities. He's the person Shang Qinghua wishes he could be, which is basically... the opposite of Shang Qinghua, to an almost comical degree. And he then gives Mobei-jun the VERY BEST plot armor he can devise. It's hard for a male character to exist near a stallion protagonist without getting swept up in rivalries/suspicions/etc and getting killed by the protagonist, but he makes sure that his favorite character is safe from these things. He's protecting the character he wishes he could be from the character whose faults most reflect his own. That is very sweet and weird and sad, and that's very reflective of the svsss experience, I think.
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Fem!reader x Furina - Testing the waters
Warning: minor depictions of internalized homophobia, female pronouns.
Becoming the first close friend of Furina, you were of course subject to her every whim and new human emotions and experiences. This included, of course, romance.
The former archon had recently become enamored with reading books of the more romantic genre. Sitting in her room working on your own project scribbling notes down in a journal while she lay atop her bed reading one of these novels, the question that she threw your way almost caused you to spit out the tea she had kindly brewed for you.
"(Y/n)...what is...kissing like?"
You looked up startled at the blue haired girl with curious eyes, surprised to see her face right in front of yours. With an awkward smile and a chuckle, you averted your gaze with rosy cheeks.
"It's..um..." You hummed in thought for a moment, thinking back to times in which you experienced such things with others. The mere thought of it made you shiver before giving your final answer.
"From my experience," you began, Furina leaning in to listen attentively, "It's...painful. Your chest will start beating super fast and you get this knot in the middle of your stomach. But I like to think that with the right person, its magical. I think." She scoffed at your answer and folded her arms, tilting her head and scowling at you.
"That isn't at all what the books say! And what do you mean by you think?" She huffed. You took note how cute she looked with her cheeks in a pout, but you knew she would never actually be angry at you.
"Well, I havent particularly found the right person. And you-" you poked her forehead playfully, "should wait for the right person, too. Someone you sincerely trust with all of your heart. Kissing is a way of closing the space of your love, and with the wrong person," you winced almost as if recalling painful memories, "you...anyways!" You interrupted your thoughts and flicked her forehead a second time, much to her dismay crying out at your actions.
"My point is, you will know when the time comes how it feels. Don't rush that kind of thing." Pouting and holding onto her forehead as you returned to your work, Furina glanced over at the book lazily open upon her bed and back to you.
"Someone I trust with all of my heart..." She muttered, "so, you?"
The words came out of nowhere and almost as a reflex, you weren't even certain if she has truly meant those words and simply was ruling out the list of people whom she was closest to. You let out a breath laugh at that declaration, shaking your head and avoiding her gaze.
"Its sweet you trust me. But...you don't want to kiss me. You don't feel that kind of trust for me." She tilted her head in confusion and lay her stomach on the soft cushions of her bed and proppeing her head up with her hands to stare at you.
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I'm a girl."
"So?"
"And you're a girl."
"I'm still failing to see the issue here, you are someone I trust, might I add the ONLY person I trust, which makes you the most viable option, no?" Furina retorted.
You spun around in your chair feeling yourself go almost insane at this back and forth, your heart aching at her innocence and oblivious words. It was as if watching yourself all over again fall into the same ideals, reminding you all the times your heart bled for the struggles that came with your sexuality.
"Furina," you attempted to compose yourself, "Romantic and platonic love are easy to confuse but...if you're looking for love, in human society its better you find a nice guy to take you on a few dates, bring you flowers and treat you well...two girls together is just-" Furina sat up from her position and stared you down, her demeanor becoming much more serious and forthcoming than before.
"You do all of those things for me," She pointed out, "what difference does it make that we are both females? Such things should be unconditional, right?" You pursed your lips, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Silence reigned between the two of you, Furina watching as you bit your bottom lip and averted your gaze from her strong confident blue eyes.
"Fine!" You groaned, "If you want to kiss so badly, then fine." Furina perked up as you stood from your chair and walked over to where she sat on the bed, her cheeks taking a rosy tint of red as you crawled onto the sheets. The bed sunk down with your weight and you felt yourself begin to tremble as the air took a dramatic shift, the situation suddenly thick in your throat causing your hands to tremble. Once you had made it in a comfortable position in front of her, the silence felt heavy with every second you just stared into her eyes. Her lips parted with anticipation with her gaze flickering between your lips and nervous eyes.
"tell me," You said in a calm and almost hushed whisper, "Tell me...if you want me to stop, okay?" She nodded in response and watched as you leaned forward, your noses almost touching. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your lips as your hands gently cupped her cheeks, pressing your forehead against Furinas staring into her multi-colored orbs.
"Do I close my eyes now? Like what the book says?" You held yourself back from chuckling.
"Yeah, like the book." Watching her as her eyelids fluttered shut and silence take over once again, every second felt as if it were stretching into hours, and you were almost certain the pounding of your heart was loud enough to fill the entirety of the room. Your hands hovered gently upon her cheeks as if she were as fragile as glass, before gathering up enough courage and adrenaline to finally press your lips against hers and close your eyes.
Initially, it was flimsy yet that didn't bother you. Although it was obvious she did not particularly know what to do other than close her eyes and pucker her lips, it left you smiling into the kiss and thinking just how perfect she was. Pulling away only a centimeter her eyes opened once again to gauge your reaction.
"Love," You said only above a whisper, "Don't pucker your lips so much. Let them relax..." She gave you a slight nod and you pressed your lips against hers once more, using one arm to grab the back of her head and the other to guide her down to the plush pillows below. You pressed yourself against her a little more roughly, her arms moving around your back to give you a tight hug. Thinking about deepening the kiss yet afraid she wasn't ready, you pulled your face away from hers with your arms caging her head. Furinas face was flushed and her lips parted, unable to tear her eyes full of hearts away from your uncertain gaze.
The anxiety began to pick up again the longer you two stared, and you found your eyes averting as it had done many times before. Furina used her hands to cup your cheeks as you had done hers, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.
"You're shaking," her voice sounding gentle and sweet as candy, "Why?" You bit your lip and moved one of your hands to encapsulate hers, interlocking fingers and kissing the top of her hand.
"Just...nervous."
"About?"
"Just...how did it feel? To.. kiss? Was it just like the books like you hoped?" You were almost afraid of the answer, but your worries were quickly washed away as Furina pulled herself back up to place her lips upon yours once more.
"It was...magical."
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hii !! can you please do something like reader and dazai are on a mission together (they aren't dating but aren't platonic??) and the enemy sort of exposes dazai being a former mafioso and like the conversation after the mission? preferably set before everyone else knows + reader doesn't hold it against him? thank you!
"and now i know how joan of arc felt"
dazai x fem!reader
not really any warnings, mentions of death + violence, dividers by v6que
summary: in the req!!
it had began as a mission in the next city over, there was a fight between some other gifted. they weren't physically strong, so with dazai's ability it would be dead simple.
however, in the heat of the moment, as dazai was about to restrain the man - the enemy turned to face you. "working with an ex-mafioso? i expected better from the agency." the stranger spoke before other authorities walked in.
due to you both being in another city for a night or so, you were sharing a hotel room. on the walk back to the hotel for the final night before returning to yokohama, you spoke up to break the silence.
you had practically read his mind, "don't worry about it." you whispered as you walked beside him, referring to what had been said. he turned his head to look at you for a second, before facing forwards again. "thanks." he whispered back.
the city was busy, and there were other people around who were chatting so there wasn't really a need to whisper. the hum of vehicles and constant flow of people covered up any possibility of someone listening in. yet you both still whispered, creating a small bubble of privacy.
dazai spoke again, "i don't know how he knew. not even the other detectives know." you sighed at this, "i don't know, but, if it makes you feel better - i'm pretty sure ranpo already figured it out. you know what he's like..!"
he obviously never heard ranpo blatantly say he knew, but he also had an idea that he did. dazai had another question for you though.
"why aren't you upset with me? you don't seem overly shocked." dazai questioned, he was a smart man yet couldn't piece together why you weren't petrified of him now.
you shrugged, the material of your coat scrunching up and down as your shoulders raised. "i guessed you were involved in something like that. don't get me wrong, you're a good man. but, nobody is that fascinated with death from nowhere. and it would be rude to just ask someone 'were you in the mafia?', would it not?"
dazai was intrigued with your observations. you continued, "and, you joined the agency when you were twenty, so you've only been here for two years. you never specified what high school you went to, and said you didn't do much afterwards. you're a smart man, dazai, but it didn't really add up mostly considering how well you knew how the port mafia acted."
dazai couldn't help but feel shocked at the fact you weren't surprised, but mostly that you weren't angry. "why aren't you upset?" he asked.
"i figured you must have been a teen. and what do they know? yes, it isn't ideal you killed people but something must have happened for you to snap out of the manipulation by whoever was your boss and change your ways. well done, by the way." you spoke nonchalantly. yes it was upsetting to know a man you know was involved in such things but he wasn't the same man as he was then.
you both were about to walk past a small cafe, "coffee?" dazai spoke - trying not to dive too deeply into his past. he added on, "for a job well done." you nodded in agreement as you both walked inside - ordering and sitting down.
"ranpo knows, but i think the others don't. and i won't tell anyone. that's your business." you explained gently. he couldn't help but look at you with complete admiration for staying so calm. you continued, "although, i wouldn't be surprised if he starts to blackmail you for sweets or something to keep him quiet." you laughed, bringing a smile to dazai's face.
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#dazai osamu#bungo stray dogs x reader#osamu dazai#dazai x reader#osamu dazai x reader#dazai bsd
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escapism pt. 1 | c.bc x reader (a,f)
masterlist
pairing : bang chan x reader (y/n)
summary : a drunken night spent out with your friends leads to a half-conscious tumble into the arms of your close friend, chris. now what else is he supposed to do when you come to him in shambles except do his best to put you back together?
content : tears, drunk y/n, bff!chris, idol au, nothing wild yet
word count : 1.3k
"drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex
i was looking for a man who was on the same page"
The rough motion of the taxi cab cruising down the crumbling city streets was wild enough to make your stomach feel like flipping inside out.
The streetlights and convenience store signs passed by in a blur, adding to the incredible dizziness that made you want to just close your eyes and sleep it all away.
When fumbling for your phone, being utterly taken aback by the brightness of your screen, you give your friends who you'd been out with a quick incoherent text of where you are, mainly clarifying (or an attempt at least) that you had not been kidnapped.
y/n : guus donr worrry ab me im in s cab too see chruss. hve fun!
Well damn. You thought you could be more literate when drunk out of your mind. I guess not.
This night out had not been planned, but a sudden break-up with your boyfriend easily cleared you and your friends' schedules for a needed "girls' night" (aka getting wasted so you can forget).
You don't really know what prompted your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend as of 7 hours ago, to break up with you, but you know damn well that you will not sit there and rot in your apartment.
You and your friends had then come to the conclusion that the best option for tonight's break-up-recovery plans was the clearest option.
Get drunk. Get laid. Think about it later.
Sadly, only part one of this master plan had been played out. You got so sick of the strobing lights and disgusting men at the clubs that you needed to get away from it all, but going back to the apartment you shared with your ex was also not an ideal place to stumble into, not knowing what side hoe he probably chose to bring over in your absence. So, you are now finally pulling up to the apartment of your closest guy friend, Chris, or Chan, as your friend group called him.
The exact rationale for choosing Chris's apartment as your safe place for the night is unknown to you. It might just be because his house was close to the bar, or that none of your other friends were home, or maybe the hope that he would care for you with hugs and cuddles.
Your relationship with Chris is interesting, to say the least. Many bystanders would be likely to think that you two are just mutual friends, but the inner members of your friend group see you two as inseparable when you are all together, acting as the mother and father of your children friends.
You two had some weird romantic tension when you were a few years younger, but after you got into your last relationship, it all seemed to instantly vanish, leaving you two as simply a platonic, dynamic duo. You don't exactly know why it hurt a little to feel that change in Chris' demeanour, but it did in the moment.
Maybe even a little pain still lingers now.
You grab the handful of items you had with you at the bar, including the pair of heels you were wearing that had now been ditched, leaving you barefoot and walking your way up the pavement to the inside of the apartments.
The walk to his front door is easy, only leaving you to stumble a few times when the carpet seemed to be bumped up in a few places, or maybe that was just your feet moving incorrectly. Who knows.
You leave a combination of knocks on his door, continuously knocking, letting it get heavier every time until the door swings open to show a confused Chan, who looks like he has been working on some music project as his headphones are still hung around his neck.
"Y/n? What are you doing here- are you okay?" Chan says at the immediate recognition of you not being a stranger at his door, ushering you inside as he looks over your figure for any signs as to why you are on his doorstep at a quarter till midnight.
"The lights were too bright at the clubs. Just wanna hang out," you manage to get out with no slurs in speech, but a little stumble you have when trying to get past him in hopes of laying on the sofa tells Chan that you are not sober right now.
He puts out his arm quickly to stop you from falling, circling it around your waist to help you safely get into the living room. You feel a burning surge through your body at his innocent touch, but it doesn't feel like the usual drunk heat.
"Just go lay down for a minute, yeah? I'll get you some water," he looks toward you as he talks, settling you into the couch surrounded by a big, comfy blanket. He then waits for you to give some sort of acknowledgement that you heard anything he said, earning a nod from you that makes him crack an endearing smile at how you looked so content, snuggling into the sofa.
You then sit with Chris on the couch after he quickly gets some water from the fridge, neither of you speaking as you take large gulps from the unnecessarily large bottle of water (like, who drinks this much water…)
You feel happy right now. You have everything you need right here. A couch, a blanket, and a Christopher. Except, you get hit with the reminder of your ex-boyfriend, stirring up those uncomfortable emotions that made you decide to drink them away tonight.
Apparently, that drinking away did not work very well, probably making this even worse because you start to cry, your body shaking as the pools of tears drain down your cheeks.
Chris takes immediate notice of the couch shaking beside him, reaching over to keep a tender arm across your shoulders. He hesitantly says, “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen tonight with your friends?”
His voice was nothing but comfort as you decided to just tell him everything.
“Chris, he broke up with me.”
Then, his face dropped not exactly to one of sympathy but to some twisted form of relief. Nonetheless, he held you into a tighter hug, letting you cry into his arms while leaving reassuring pats and shushes as you continued.
You finally regain some sort of composure to tell him the rest of the story, explaining how your boyfriend sprung this on you out of nowhere, pulling out the “it’s not you, it’s me” line, utterly tearing your self-esteem down to the lowest point because you know it’s because of you. Because you weren’t good enough, you didn’t show him enough, you didn’t sleep with him enough. The insecure thoughts are the only thing plaguing your mind after his cheap excuse for breaking up with you.
For this, you openly tell Chris in your drunken state, “Why doesn’t he just love me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. Why am I not good enough for him?”
“Stop it, Y/n.”
His suddenly stern voice piques your attention, raising your blotchy face up from where it was implanted into his shoulder. His face is suddenly stoic, a complete contrast from the comforting love he was just showing you. There is still love; it’s just a different kind.
“Do not ever say that about yourself. You are beyond perfect, and your boyfriend is a piece of shit for this. I mean, I have always kind of resented him, but the way he makes you feel like this out of the blue makes me more than angry. You are everything anyone could ask for, and I need you to understand that whatever his decision was, it wasn’t because of you.”
The tears aren’t able to start coming back down before you grab Chan into the strongest hug you can manage, now sobbing into his moistened shirt. The words of affirmation and care flood out of his mouth into your ears, crushing the self-deprecating terrors of before. His own reassurance and love for you outweighs whatever your shitty boyfriend showed you. Chan was the only person you wanted to care for you.
The only person you wanted to love.
But he can’t know that.
a/n : hey guys... sorry for being absolutely MIA for a month. i have been so swamped with work and classes that I lost my entire urge to write, but i am back and better than other. i have been working on this and the second part for it, also creating the full plot line for fangirl. requests are open as always and ily all - eb
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Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Garchomp from Pokemon? Can be human/romantic or just pet-like/platonic :)
I can try! I've never done an Alphabet for a platonic Pokemon before so bear with me (it most likely will be short).
Fun Fact: I never knew Garchomp could fly until I read its entries.
Reminder: Don't like my Overprotective Pokemon fics? Block the "Overprotective Pokemon" tag :)
Yandere Alphabet - Overprotective! Garchomp
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Clingy behavior, Blood, Implied murder, Overprotective Pokemon.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Like most overprotective Pokemon, Garchomp would be clingy and possessive around their trainer. They are a loyal yet aggressive Dragon/Ground Type. They are fiercely loyal to their trainer and are only ever receptive to affection from their trainer.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Garchomp are quite capable of damage. If not controlled or if they get out of hand... they can fatally wound Pokemon and humans. Garchomp are fast and carry power.
If not reigned in or their obsession is too intense... they don't care about how much blood is on their rough skin.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Like most protective Pokemon, Garchomp would remain loyal to their trainer... even if they are now keeping said trainer in captivity.
You would not be mocked and they would care for you by offering you berries... or the remains of their hunts.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Not really. For the most part they'd listen to you unless it meant leaving you.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Your Garchomp is extremely loyal and vulnerable towards you. They may be scary... but they still adore you as their trainer.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Confused and irritated. They may even use a move to immobilize you. Unfortunately... they may go overboard with it.
No and no.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Angering the Garchomp enough to make them use a move on you or others. The outcome... isn't good to say the least.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
To be your one and only loyal Pokemon partner. That's the motivation for nearly all Overprotective Pokemon, actually.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Yes and Garchomp are more likely to just lash out if they don't get what they want.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Overprotective, Loyal, Volatile, Violent, Possessive.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
You can either raise them as a Gible or catch one in the wild. They'll get attached that way.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Not really.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Garchomp don't know much about punishment... so they may just get irritated and use a move on you.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not many... they probably don't even understand that.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
They lean more towards impatient, but that depends on how you raise them.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
No, they would not be able to move on. In their eyes... you were their only trainer.
They want no one else.
A little and maybe they'll let you go.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Just their attachment with you. You raised them... they want to repay the favor.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Your Garchomp would try their best to comfort you. If that doesn't work, they'll leave you alone for a bit.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
SKIPPED
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Giving them the attention they desire... after that they may listen to your orders again.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
By accident.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Not a worship yandere... but would defend you from even the strongest legendary.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
They do not pine.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
By accident.
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Long time DL fan here! It's always a pleasure to read your headcanons because the characterization of the boys is so on point. How would the reckless and social little sister fare with the Mukamis as her brothers? Part of me thinks she'd have more freedom with them than with the Sakamakis but of course Ruki is controlling and protective of his siblings even under normal circumstances and both he and Kou are possessive af so...maybe not?
Thank you for all your hard work <3
RECKLESS, OVERLY SOCIAL LITTLE SISTER
Note: I love you. I love you. I love you! Thank you for reading and I completely agree with that so let's get to it! Enjoy. ♡
Synopsis: This scenario “reckless, overly social little sister ” but Mukami version.
Pairing: platonic Mukami brothers x gn! Sibling reader (feminine pronouns used)
Format: Headcanons
WARNING(S): none
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RUKI MUKAMI
Though not overbearing he is quite strict. Conceivably a bit more than he is to his brothers. As the youngest and only sister in the Mukami household, Ruki finds his behavior to be simply out of love. You are young and impressionable, and he will not allow someone to take advantage of that.
You being overly social was not the most ideal outcome, but he can't complain. It could be worse. Although that doesn't mean, Ruki won't watch your interactions very closely. If you were a bit older, perhaps he'd let lose a little more. Until then your stick with his incessant nagging that every Mukami seemed to have some experience with.
“As long as you follow the rules, I have no qualms with it. However try not to stray too far from my sight, it seems your little endeavors can get a little...me ssy.”
KOU MUKAMI
The two of you are the same, adventure-wise. Kou would take you anywhere you want if you ask him to. But if you steer too far from him, he might be a bit skeptical. Ugh, just the thought of losing you in a crowd is absolutely petrifying! Don't expect him to let you go in any forests or lakes, you're too cute to risk getting injured in any way and it would kill him to see your face with even the tiniest blemish.
Now your chatty side is a different story. Being an idol demands Kou to be social with his peers. But you're not an idol; you're his sweet little sister that should know better than to talk to just anybody. This world is infested with liars and snakes, so it's his job to protect you from them. After all, he can see what others cannot.
“Hm, I'm a little sad. It's almost like my precious baby is growing distant from me~! Is it true, please say it's not!”
YUMA MUKAMI
Everyone has hobbies but Yuma finds yours to be rather concerning, which he reminds you of every single day. And like any "normal" brother he forces you to work long hours with him in his garden in hopes to mellow you out. But of course, it doesn't work so he settles for tagging along with you.
Yuma is the least worried about you making new friends. He taught you how to defend yourself and you being immortal is also a plus. But that doesn't mean he won't beat some ass if they hurt you or your feelings. All in all, as long as you were safe I suppose he won't question you too much.
“What're ya' doin'? Beat their asses already! Tsk, who taught ya' to act so god damn docile? Next time listen to me, will ya'!”
AZUSA MUKAMI
The most supportive brother award goes to Azusa Mukami! No, but seriously, he is your biggest hype man. Amongst the others, he is the most eager to greet you upon your return, not only because he missed you but out of curiosity as well. Though Azusa has no interest in venturing beyond the manor as you do, he still finds attraction in the stories you bring with you.
For someone so into pain he hates seeing you hurt, emotionally at that. Not everyone is as kind as others so you're bound to have a few shitty interactions. And like any other person, it turns your sweet expression sour. It pains him that he can't do much about it but he'll do his very best to take your mind off of it!
“Welcome home, did you have fu...n? Aah, that makes me so happy. Come....tell me more, Ive miss...ed you very much.”
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Favouritism isn't appreciated..
Words: 1.2k
Notes: Ahh my first fic..
T/w : Rough tickles, being pinned (no restraints though!), Felix is upset, platonic relationships, we'll see bin in another life..
Lee: Changbin
Ler(s): Hyunjin, Felix
Felix loved Changbin. To say love was probably an understatement, he was head over heels for the older. The brownie boy would go to any length to admire the rapper in his work, be it own a body pillow with Changbin's face on it, massaging his muscles to no end, confessing his love proudly or even outright speak that the dwaekki was his ideal type in men, Felix had an arrow practically through his heart at the sight of the man.
How unfortunate it was then, for Hyunjin's presence. Despite Felix loving Changbin to no end, he didn't stand a chance against the prince, whom practically won Changbin over by doing nothing. Of course Lix wouldn't mind, he loved all his members, but an overriding wave of jealousy overtook him whenever Changbin ignored the brownie boy's love for Hyunjin's miniscule amount of love that the dwaekki would drool over.
That's how he found himself sulking in the corner of his room, gaming his worries away to drown out his jealousy that chained his once angelic heart to the floor. It didn't help that he lost, only further tugging him into a pit of darkness by the tendrils of envy and being just in a terrible mood in general. To his utter dismay, or happiness, the artist that he was so envious of trekked into the room at that exact moment, wearing a concerned frown for the younger.
"What's wrong, Angel?" Hyunjin sighed, only further frowning when the brownie boy pouted at his presence.
"It's just...why does Bin-hyung love you more than me?" Felix furrowed his eyebrows at the thought, placing his headset down gently despite his feelings being the want of just throwing them out. But they were expensive; He couldn't do that.
"He doesn't though? He loves you just as much.."
"He fawns over you everyday but never does that to me!"
"C'mon now yongbok, don't be so grumpy over this.."
"B-But.."
"How about we teach Changbin-hyung the consequences over favouritism?"
And that was settled. Felix's pout turned into that sunshine smile once more, wide enough to split open the earth and melt anyone's heart who looked at it, including Hyunjin. The artist couldn't help but smile softly back at the cheered up Aussie, the feeling of wanting to cuddle him to death was almost unbearable, almost.
They both hunted down the oldest, who as usually, had made another home in the gym. Changbin stared in confusion when the duo walked over, sitting up from his push up position to pay more attention to his favourite sunshines. Oh poor Bin, if only he knew what they were playing. Felix resisted the urge to gawk at those muscles coated in sweat, he could feel his pre-debut self begging for escape at the sight, brought back to reality when Changbin let out a scream as Hyunjin tackled the older.
"W-What are you doing-?! Hwang Hyunjin!" The dwaekki yelled out when his arms were pulled up with ease and sat on by the artist, how lucky the duo was to catch their prey right it's workout, already worn out and perfect for their plan. Felix crawled over with an innocent smile, poking once at the perfect tummy he loved so much, earning a soft squeal.
"Do you know the consequences of favouritism, Seo Changbin? You've been avoiding me these past few days for Hyunjin, do you know how much that broke my heart?" Felix whispered, he felt his own heart weigh heavily at the words he tried to conceal as a joke. Changbin's face dropped to a frown and a look of concern, he would've coddled the boy in affection by now if his arms weren't held up by a certain ferret.
"I'm sorry Yongbok, I-I can make it up to you-" Changbin couldn't finish his sentence before Felix dug his fingers right into the centre of Bin's armpits, kneading the flesh akin to a massage. The dwaekki shrieked before dissolving into the cackles, still trying to apologise in the process, it melted the duo's hearts to see how guilty the rapper really was.
"Nah ah...don't be sorry, just take the punishment. Apologise again and you'll see..." Hyunjin whispered tauntingly, earning a nod of agreement from the sunshine like Changbin could reply under the cackles.
"LIX! P-PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHANT TAKE IT! I'M SO SOHOHORY!" Changbin squealed and stamped his feet onto the soft tiles of the gym floor, the massage on his bare armpits exposed so nicely from the tank top he thought would ventilate out his muscles driving him crazy.
The duo only tsked in disapproval of the apology, the artist lifting up the rapper's shirt for a moment, exposing that cute tummy Felix adored so much to Changbin's dismay. But nothing happened, not to his tummy.
Changbin only realised how cruel the ferret could be when he felt fingers kneading and drilling at his hips instead, his entire bare torso left alone. It was all a ploy, to trick the dwaekki into thinking his stomach was next just to move to another terrible spot. Binnie threw his head back onto his own arms with another loud shriek, hysterically begging for mercy under his duo's favourite that wrecked him to pieces.
"Jinnie-hyung, do you think he's happier with us or one of us?" Felix asked the artist seemingly innocently, as if they weren't having the oldest cackling under their fingers for mercy.
"Hmm...I'm not sure, Bin-hyung, why not you answer?" Hyunjin giggled in response, switching to kneading right into the dips of the rapper's hips, driving him absolutely ballistic if Felix's massaging in his armpits weren't enough.
"BOHOHOTH! I LOHOVE BOTH OF YOHOHOU!" Changbin screamed out, tears of mirth starting to cloud his vision from the two pairs of hands wrecking him to pieces. He thought maybe that was the right answer, if only he knew how cruel sunshine's could be when they burned.
He was met with a buzzing sensation of a raspberry onto the top of his navel, then another on his neck. He presumed it was Hyunjin at his neck, and Felix at his tummy but he couldn't take it, he couldn't think straight. One last shriek and out his voice went, silently suffering under their lips and fingers that knew exactly how to get him to scream for mercy. Although the dwaekki's hands did slip from Hyunjin's grasp, they couldn't do anything, too weak for it anyway. Tears slipped down his red face to the collar of his shirt, shaking and trembling for mercy.
The duo eventually let up, Hyunjin getting off Bin's arms to rub soothingly at his torso, relishing in the hiccups and leftover giggles the oldest let out from the intense punishment. Felix on the other hand just took advantage of the tiredness, snuggling up in Changbin's chest promptly and properly massaging his shoulders. Changbin couldn't move sandwiched between Hyunlix, left to the giggling aftermath of the punishment he was sure he didn't deserve.
Maybe he did, as barely a minute into the cuddle he found himself smiling into Hyunjin's neck, earning a grunt from Felix which made him squeak and flush red from the memories of being punished beforehand. Felix chuckled and so did the artist in return, and soon enough the three fell asleep soundly on the gym floor, the softness of each other's chest being enough to soothe them, be it unhappy jealousy or aching guilt.
Changbin was definitely more cautious of his affection showing now, especially with a brownie boy hunting him down like a hawk who knew the benefits to being the rapper's favourite...
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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 11: Sandwich
This year, I'm using the October 2022 prompts from @artpromptcal.
"Top five sandwiches."
"Mulder, I don't remember a single sandwich I've eaten."
"Not a singular sandwich in the bunch?"
"Whatever greasy breakfast food you can stuff into a bagel to soothe a hangover. I don't think that counts."
"The platonic ideal of a sandwich. Singular only in its universality. Nourishes the convalescent body and the bewildered, booze-soaked mind. Also a cop out."
"But you can easily recall five sandwiches so incredible that they're indelibly etched into your memories?"
"Five: pb&j on white bread the only time it was ever warm enough to play pickup baseball on my birthday."
"Strawberry?"
"Grape. Obviously, Scully."
"Bill hated grape."
"That explains everything about him. Four: my first real Reuben at a New York deli."
"Naturally."
"Naturally. Three: a French dip in a pub after I got lost on some English seaside walk that was supposed to be easy."
"They know how to walk, the English."
"Mad about it. Two: merguez on a baguette in Paris. "
"Merguez?"
"It's a North African sausage. Lamb and harissa. A fiery personality, much like yourself."
"A singular compliment, in that I have never received it before."
"Those who have eyes to see, Scully."
"What's the number one sandwich?"
"Where's your patience? You can't be tired of merguez already. I've got a killer couscous recipe."
"I must have left it at the last gas station."
"Lest I stoke that fire, I will tell thee anon. Number one is a certain notable sandwich of liverwurst fashioned. Humble, and yet: that sandwich saved my life."
"You didn't even eat that sandwich."
"No, but it enabled me to survive to eat more sandwiches. So in a way, it was fate."
"I would say I didn't take you for a sandwich sentimentalist, but we both know that's not true."
"You can take me anywhere, Scully."
"I'm not sure that's the way that goes."
"You'd be surprised."
"Anyway. I'm glad you're a connoisseur of liverwurst. Maybe that's my number one sandwich."
"We can share it."
#x-files octoberficfest#octoberficfest#my fic sort of#leiascully fic#writing this on my phone waiting for a show to start? sure#anti-grape jelly coalition#now with the typos fixed
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I have forgiven the world the day I met you.
Levi x Reader, fluff & sfw
Assigned to an expedition, that unfortunately took downhill which led the Survey Corps in distress disforming everyone's position along the ride within outside Wall Maria as multiple titans swarms around but there you were—protected by Captain Levi in his embrace. Always. You two were luckily inseparable.
You had a platonic relationship and nothing more, though, there were subtle intimacy at times as you were aware this was just his natural concern for his comrades. He apparently was cautious of losing those he cared for yet he claims that he swore to himself he'd never forgive the world by taking them away from him.
"Take my coat." he offered and wrapped it around you without waiting for your response.
"Aren't you cold, Captain?" you asked, Levi's hand resting on your waist along the way on the side.
"No, I am not. You know I'm used to this." he says, holding a lamp in his other hand.
During this everlasting war? Loving him was beautiful and felt exquisite as if he were the only man existing in this terrible world for you, but being together was nearly impossible. You would never dare to let yourself die in vain because in the depths of your heart, you knew—you knew that you've fallen for one another, and that you'll never dare to hurt him. His hollow yet longing heart.
Out of nowhere, he carried you bridal style as you naturally placed your arms around him, "Am I not heavy? My weight might be a burden." you question.
"I don't even feel you, almost."
But truthfully, Levi's inner body was on heat and his heart felt like something feeling the sensation of your body clinging onto him, as if he were your safe haven. You let out a chuckle.
"The storm is getting stronger, this could increase the flood level." You informed him, both of you were already so soaked from the rain. "We'll find them soon, we weren't so far from the group when we went other ways."
The lamp's light went out due to the amount of water splattering, therefore he let you down for awhile before trying to light it once again. "Captain, have you forgave yourself and the world yet?"
The sudden question caught him off guard, making him return his focus to you, "I mean, unable to forgive the past is just being cruel to your feelings, to yourself. It takes away your happiness no?" you added.
"I have forgiven the world the day I met you." he says in a soft tone as his gaze became gentle.
He had to prioritize work over personal sentiments, therefore he couldn't bring himself to be direct about his lingering feelings for you, which was there for a long time already.
However, this was not the perfect moment to do what you instinctively wanted to do, when you two were in a stranded spot, but, the weather and atmosphere was ideal—as you removed his coat from your shoulders and brought him close by his collar to kiss him, your hands resting on his jaw.
He returned the action, which continued for awhile, until you gradually moved away by an inch. "My love, what took you so long?"
"My apologies, the world we live in is not the right time for us. But fuck it."
Art isn’t mine, ctto.
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