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peachesofteal · 8 months

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Dead Disco / Chapter 7

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Brief suggestive content. Angst, anxiety, self loathing, relationship issues. Darling is her own tag/warning. Panic attack, eating related issues, fainting. Emotional hurt/comfort, fluff. Established throuple. It's better when they're here.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Kyle grins in response, and then pulls you in for a hug. His face is full mirth, his cheer warming you from the inside, and you embrace him in return.

“’bout time they bring you out here. No reason to hide you away all this time.” Something nervous, a light giggle, slips out from between your lips, your eyes rolling in an exaggerated fashion. Johnny's hand flexes against the base of your spine.

“Gaz.” Simon sighs, and he barks out a laugh before turning back to you.

“Try not to let these two bore ya to death.” He whispers, before giving them both a nod and ducking down the hall. He makes absolutely no noise, feet silent against the floor, practically disappearing before your eyes, shadow here then gone, presence felt, and then void, all at once.

“He’s nice.” You look up at the two of them. Johnny chuckles, amusement scrawling across his lips and cheeks as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Don’t let him fool ye.” He quips and you frown, confused.

“Gaz is… very, very good at his job. One of the best there is, I’d say.” Simon explains gently, and then your stomach sours, because you remember.

What they do. What their jobs are. Why you’re even here in the first place. You’ve never asked for in-depth detail or explanations, but you’ve heard enough, know enough, to know.

He turns the lock and pushes their door open, giving you a view into their room, a short hall that expands out to something that looks like a college dorm, except maybe a bit bigger. It’s got all the similarities though, cinderblocks and an old, tiled floor, singular window and a bit of an odd smell.

“So, this is your room?”

“Aye. We’ve got a big bed, mostly thanks to Si, and a little more space than everyone else on this floor but, this is it.” It’s sparse too, no pictures or personal items, nothing that looks like or resembles them except…

There’s a bulletin board, hanging on the wall above the bed. It’s empty, save for one thing, a photo that’s been stapled to the cork.

It’s of you, this photo, you under a white sheet, smiling at Simon, who’s behind the camera, with just the shadow of Johnny’s hand along your upper arm. It was taken last year, you can tell, because you recognize the style of your hair from that time, and you stand there for too long, staring at it, mouth partially hanging open, breath held in your lungs.

Nothing in this room that reflects them, or their home, or each other… nothing. Except for a photo of you.

“Darling?” Simon murmurs, and his chest presses against your back, thumb and forefinger stroking along the back of your neck. “You alright?”

“Y-yeah. I… I’m alright.”

“So, like… what is that you guys do?” The question lands to a silent reception, both of them exchanging looks in front of you, almost like you’re not even in the room. You feel awkward, and self-conscious, while they seem to have a silent debate with their eyes.

“We’re in multi-national special ops unit.” Johnny provides, and your eyebrows crease as you process. A what? A multi-national what? You laugh, until you realize their faces are deadly serious.

Wait. Are these guys in the fucking military?

“Special ops, like… the military special ops?”

“Kind of.”

Oh.

Fuck. Your cheeks feel hot, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the topic you’ve stumbled upon, but you swallow loudly as you process it.

You’re not exactly a huge fan of the military. Not like you really know anything about it, just that most of the wars your own country has been involved in for the last twenty years revolve around oil and imperialism, and all the dudes who serve are abusive and predatory. Assholes. Creeps.

Or at least, that’s what it’s like where you’re from.

“She didn’t like that.” Simon murmurs from behind the mask, and Johnny grimaces.

“Alright?” He hums and a small noise gets stuck in your throat, like you want to say yes, want to say no, like you’re not sure what you want. “We travel a lot, for work. So, we’re not always around… that’s where we’ve been the last few weeks. Working.” The words make your heart skip a beat, and you nod, still processing.

Not always around… not always around.

So they really aren’t planning on making this a thing, then. The thought stings with bitterness against your tongue, and you shove it away.

When you don’t say anything in response, Johnny sighs, and reaches for your hand, fingers curled against your palm in your lap. “How did we get on this subject anyway? We’re supposed to be havin’ some fun.” He smiles, big and warm, sending butterflies spiraling through your stomach and up your spine.

Simon’s gaze never strays from your face, and his brow furrows, like he’s reading you, or piecing you together. The scrutiny makes you shiver.

Why are you worrying about it? This is only like the third time seeing them, anyway. You’re getting too attached. You’re getting ahead of yourself. You’re just having fun. That’s all it is.

“Right.” You quip, and then pull your drink towards you before rising from the chair. Your skirt is short, and you realize it’s probably too short when you see Simon’s jaw grinding behind the mask as you turn your body, edge of the fabric brushing against the back of your thighs. His gaze is heavy, it’s hot, and you remember the image of him looking up from between your legs the other night, lower half of his face buried in your cunt, still hidden from view without the scrap of fabric. “So… should we get another round then?” You hold your empty drink, ice clinking against the glass, and Johnny chuckles before standing in front of you, a hand on covetously laying on your waist as his lips brush your cheek.

“’ll get them, love. You sit.”

The bed is very, very warm. You don’t even need the duvet and sheet that you have pulled around your shoulders, your hips, but you snuggle down into them farther, breathing in the scent of Johnny’s shampoo, of Simon’s skin.

It all whirs around you in some soft, soothing scented lullaby, and you allow yourself the indulgence, closing your eyes again even though you’ve only just woken from the nap that you slipped into when they left for a meeting.

You’ve managed to trap their body heat beneath the blankets, and you wiggle around until you’re facing the other side, staring at the bulletin board, your own face frozen in time staring back at you.

You look different. You look like you’re in a haze of contented bliss, a peaceful state of happiness, safe and secure, tucked between the two of them without a care in the world.

Why did it change? Who changed it? When? How?

The questions echo as you piece through the last few months in your mind, trying to place where the original seeds of darkness sprouted from, to find where the murky thoughts and feelings really came from, their roots, their birth.

This process, this seeking, makes your hands shake against the sheets. It makes your legs twitch, feet rubbing against each other while your chest tightens. Dread, panic, shame, all twist and turn through your mind, pinpointing your weaknesses and failures, exposing you to yourself like the fool you are.

They’re trying. Are you?

You don’t need the answers, not truly. You know where the blame lies. You know what happened. You know the part you played; you know the parts the guys played.

You stare at the wall and try to count the patterns in the concrete, willing your brain to focus, willing yourself to pull up, pull out, put your head on straight. The sound of blood rushing in your ears is deafening, loud enough that you think someone may hear it down the hall. May hear you, succumbing to yourself.

It feels like drowning.

They could pull you out. Simon could fix it. They could make it better.

But would they? Could he, now? When nothing is the same?

The memory from leaving the hotel ripples across your heart like a familiar melody, acid burning in your calves as you blink and shudder.

Simon, holding your nape, Johnny, holding you to him in the elevator, in the car.

“Stay with us darling. Stay here. With us.”

You wonder if it will ever be the same again.

You hate this one as much as the last.

Your mouth pulls into a frown, hands resting on your hips as you stare at the canvas in front of you, rotating your head from left to right, like that will make you see it better. Like that will bring it into focus.

The colors are wrong. They don’t harmonize, they don’t crest and swell together like you had envisioned. They don’t blend in a cacophony of floral silhouettes like you saw in your mind.

Instead, they look like a storming sea. Darker hues overpowering the light, like thunder through daybreak.

Maybe you could fix it? Or maybe, you should just abandon this technique. Maybe you could-

There’s a knock at your door.

It’s not light, or gentle, but firm, ringing out in rapid succession and you jerk.

Who could that be? You’re not expecting anyone until-

Oh. Oh no. Oh god. Oh no, no no.

Your eyes dart frantically around the art room before you're shoving the two brushes from your hands into a tray and tripping out into your living room.

“Oh my god.” You gulp out loud to no one but yourself, the person who has spent the last three, possibly four days in a haze, a painting binge, trying to escape the stress of your job, of life, of this… thing that’s going on with Simon and Johnny.

Trying to escape yourself. Your thoughts. Your feelings.

Your flat expresses it well. You think, possibly, it could appear like it had been ransacked. Your clothes are everywhere. Draped over your tiny loveseat couch, shoved between cushions and pillows. Two-day old toast sits on your kitchen counter, accompanying two, three, four coffee mugs that are filled with varying levels of liquid. Your uneaten dinner from last night sits on a plate next to the trash can, your oats from the other morning sit cold in the sink.

A prescription bottle that hasn’t been touched in four days, lurks on the kitchen counter with a handwritten note taped beneath it:

“You HAVE to, or you’ll regret it.”

Another knock sounds at your door, thumping followed by the sound of your phone vibrating next to the stove.

Your left sock has a swipe of chartreuse across it. Your overalls are tacky with dried paint. You can vaguely feel your hands touching your hair, your neck, hovering above where your heart hammers.

You can’t let them see you like this.

They’ve never seen you like this.

This is supposed to be light. It’s fun. It’s… not real. They’re not with you. They cannot see.

You take a deep breath.

Maybe you can pass it off. You can… say you’re sorry for the mess, that you’re sorting through things for donation. And you don’t have to lie about painting. That will explain the clothes.

You take a breath, and then open the door to find Johnny on the other side, happily smiling at you, mohawk shining in the light of the hall. He looks you up and down briefly, and you freeze, waiting.

Waiting for him to say something nasty, something hurtful. Waiting for him to reprimand you for failing, to accuse you of being useless, helpless. Waiting for him to tell you he doesn’t have time to deal with this. That you should be better, do a better job of taking care of yourself.

“- and he’ll just be a minute, but we’re so excited, been thinkin’ about ye all week. We had such a good time before we left, really loved sharing those days with you.” What? You blink. He cocks his head. “Love? Y’alright?”

“Yeah.” You answer, voice monotone. Somewhere, trapped beneath layers and layers of the worst pieces, you’re screaming. You’re aching. You’re desperate.

“This all paint?” He motions to the splatters and stains, and you nod robotically. “I remember, you mentioned that last time… that you paint. I uh, draw sometimes.” Of course, he draws. Because he’s beautiful, and perfect. He rubs his neck almost sheepishly before raising an eyebrow at you.

Oh. Right.

“D-do you… want to come in?” You offer it meekly. Please say no. say no, say you’ll wait out in there, say you don’t want to.

“Sure, thanks.” Fuck. He steps by you as you motion, brushing against you closely, close enough that the butterflies flutter and you can feel the heat of him. “This is cozy, yeah?” He gestures to your flat from the kitchen, and you nod again. On autopilot.

All you can see is the food, untouched, uneaten. Evidence of your struggle. A water bottle that’s full to brim. The coffee cups, that you couldn’t even bring yourself to wash. All you can feel is your own skin, dry around your mouth, your nose, and oily everywhere else, your dirty clothes heavy against your body. You can feel your teeth, your tongue, unbrushed, unclean in your mouth, jaw clicking while your grind your molars.

You shouldn’t have let him in. He’s going to see. He’s going to hate you. Hate this.

The room spins.

“Hey,” There’s a hand, on your arm. It’s big and soft, and sweet and you blink again. “Darling.” There it is. That pet name. That nick name. That name that’s quickly becoming your own. The one that makes you feel warm, safe, cherished. The one that makes you feel like this is something more.

You hate it.

You love it.

“What is it?” Johnny’s handsome face peers down at you, concern worrying across his brow.

“N-nothing.” You try to lead him off, but your breathing stutters through your nose, and he looks alarmed.

There’s a new knock at your door, heavy and quick, and you both turn to look just as Simon is filling the door frame, half of his face hidden with the black mask that he always wears.

He watches you. Like a predator. His eyes flick from you, to Johnny, to the kitchen… the living room.

It's like there’s a train sitting on your chest.

“Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He says softly, clicking the door shut behind him. As soon as it’s secure, the mask comes off, and he’s focused on you, eyes not leaving your face, moving closer and closer until he’s upon you and Johnny, huge hand coming to hold your elbow. “What’s going on?” He murmurs, but it’s not for you. Even if it was, you cannot answer. There’s a train sitting on your chest, after all.

“Ah dinnae ken.” Johnny answers immediately, while his palm works up and down your arm in a calming pattern.

“Darling?” Simon cups your cheek. Ever since he showed you his face, he’s been… like this. Intuitive. Too intuitive. Too keen. Like he already knows. Like he’s been waiting.

“I-“ you try to tell him it’s nothing. That you’re tired. All of your lies flit through your head, the stories you wanted to concoct to explain everything away but nothing comes out. Not even your breath.

The room spins again, but this time so does your head. The floor feels like it’s tilting, or maybe it’s your feet that are off balance. You’re not sure. You feel light though, like your legs don’t even exist. Like your knees aren’t real.

“Shite.” Johnny swears, and lunges, hands darting out to catch you before the world goes black.

“Are you asleep?” There’s a whisper, like a soft touch, against your ear. It’s enough to prickle, enough to crack a smile across your lips, and you press your face into the blankets while strong hands shift your hips.

“I dinnae, might be.” Johnny hums, stroking fingertips down your ribs. It tickles, forcing a breathy giggle from your mouth that’s met with another’s, lips moving with yours while you melt away in a pile of partners and pillows.

“How was the meeting?” You whisper. Simon cradles you to his back, warmth bleeding through his shirt to your skin, and you shimmy closer, pressing hard until you’re flush with him, Johnny watching the two of you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Standard.” Simon answers. “Thought about you the whole time.” He kisses your cheek, arm reaching for Johnny who obliges, nestling himself against your chest. You focus on them, taking long, deep breaths, keeping yourself above water, keeping the murky depths at bay, for now.

It’s better, when they’re here. It’s always better, when you’re together.

“Thinkin’ about ye asleep in our bed, bare cunt on our sheets enough to drive me mad.” Johnny groans, fingers skating across your hip bone. You’re not wearing underwear, just a giant sweatshirt, one of theirs, though you’re not sure who’s.

Lust roars to life between your legs, desire, want, has you clenching, but you try shove it away.

It’s too much, too soon. You’re too… off center. You’ll lose yourself.

But they’re here. They’ll put you back together. Simon won’t let you fall.

It’s not a good idea.

You want it. You want them. Need them.

The back and forth makes your head hurt.

“I- I’m not ready.” You blurt, and he freezes, pulling his hand free immediately but you grab onto it, desperate to have his touch, to feel him.

Guilt burns in your heart.

“Of course, darling.”

“I’m sorry… I want to I just-“

“You never have to apologize.” Simon rumbles and you shake your head.

“I know but, I feel bad. Guilty.”

“Look at me.” He urges, and you shift, all while clutching Johnny’s hand in yours. “We love you. There is nothing for you to feel guilty about. We will be here when you are ready, but there’s no rush.” He strokes a thumb across your cheek, and you lean into it, eyes slipping closed. “I think I’d be more worried if you were ready to jump right into sex, after everything.” Johnny hums his agreement and presses a warm kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s take a nap then?” He suggests, and you pull his arm to your chest, rocking between the two of them until you’re effectively sandwiched, comfortable, and secure, just the way you like it.

The way you dream about it.

The way you can only hope it might be, from now until forever.

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cosmicanamnesis · 7 months

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little self-indulgent fic that I'm posting without proofreading, enjoy

steddie, modern AU, idiots to lovers | read on ao3

"It's not a big deal!"

Eddie's crush on Steve was a secret both short-lived and ill-kept. His first mistake was telling the band. Well, no, his first mistake was forgetting that Gareth and Will were dating and that Gareth had the physical inability to keep his fucking mouth shut. But Eddie telling his closest, most trusted friends about the guy he liked was definitely Up There on the list of mistakes.

Which was how Eddie found himself mildly hungover drinking black coffee in his living room while Dustin paced up and down the length of the trailer, berating him for not confessing his doomed love to his alleged "favorite child" sooner.

"HOW is it not a big deal, Eddie?" Dustin said, just a few notches too loud for Eddie's looming headache.

"Because it's not! He doesn't like me! He's never gonna like me! I'm an adult, dude, I have critical thinking skills. I know how to pick my battles."

"It's not- Eddie," Dustin suddenly went stone faced. "It's not about your chances with him. You're moving in with him. He deserves to know."

Oh yeah. There was that. Robin was starting college and there was no way she wasn't taking her Emotional Support Pretty Boy with her. The only place they could find was a 2-bed just slightly out of their budget, and had asked Eddie if he wanted to join them, finally striking out on their own in the city. The agreement was that Steve and Robin would share the bigger bedroom, and Eddie would get the smaller room to himself. Their move-in date was less than a week out when Eddie made his inebriated love confession at his quote-unquote Going-Away-Party.

"It's not about what he deserves, man!" Eddie said, sinking back into the couch. He rubbed his eyes hard to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his head and sighed. "If I don't say anything to him, nothing changes. If I tell him, everything changes!"

"Oh, please. Steve's an adult too, dude, if we tell him you like him but you're well aware that he doesn't like you, he won't make it weird!"

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Rewind. We? Who is we?"

"You and me!" The boys stared at each other in bewilderment for a moment. "Oh come on, Eddie, we both know that if I don't sit here and watch you do it, you're just gonna lie and say you told him when you actually just hid under a blanket listening to Metallica and wishing you had the balls to-"

"OKAY!" Eddie yelled, loud enough for the very shock of his volume to trigger his headache in full force. "Jesus H., kid, you don't need to call me out like that. Fuck. Fine. I'll do it right now, how about that?"

Eddie pulled his phone out and Dustin dropped down hard on the couch next to him, arms already crossed, smug satisfaction already settled on his face.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Dustin scoffed. "Here's what you should say-"

Eddie held up a hand to cut him off. "I'm not listening to you anymore. You had one long distance girlfriend ONCE, you're not some kind of Cassanova here… oh, son of a bitch."

"Son of a bitch what?" Dustin asked, scooting closer to read over Eddie's shoulder.

"I can't do this right now… The last thing I sent him was asking his opinion on the D&D movie and he hasn't responded yet."

"What the absolute fuck does that have to do with any of this?"

"Well I can't be like hey what's your opinion on this movie you know I love because I'm the one who told you to watch it, also I'm in love with you but it's no big deal. Like, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh… Yeah, you have a point." Dustin shifted back away from Eddie, covering his mouth with one hand in concentration.

"I mean… It can wait-"

"It can, but it shouldn't, dude! Shit… I mean, I could tell him, if you want."

Dustin had expected an outright "no" and was shocked when Eddie paused, apparently seriously considering the option.

"Actually… Yeah, could you?"

"Sure, but I'm not letting you see what I say until after I send it."

"You drive a hard bargain…" Eddie said, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Fine. Go for it."

Eddie stood and grabbed his coffee off the table, wandering slowly towards the kitchen, both to find some ibuprofen and to quell his temptation to watch Dustin quickly type a message to Steve.

"Okay. Sent. Now you can look," Dustin announced, beckoning Eddie back over as he downed the medicine. Eddie felt like he'd never moved so fast in his life. The message read,

Eddie wants you to know, before you move in together, he has a crush on you. he won't make it weird if you dont

As Eddie read, the three dots that meant Steve was typing popped up. Suddenly Eddie regretted ever agreeing to this, and pushed Dustin's hand and phone away so he wouldn't have to see Steve's rejection first-hand.

"He responded… Do you wanna know what he said?" Dustin said. Eddie was leaning hard against the armrest of the couch, staring into nothing, imagination running wild.

"Yeah, hit me," he said.

"Oh, alright. Thank you for telling me," Dustin read. "I don't feel the same way about him. I assume you talked to him about telling me."

"So he gets back to you right away but he won't tell me- oh. Never mind. He just responded to my text." Eddie was doing his best to not feel completely devastated by Steve's frankly predictable response to Dustin's text.

"So… What did he think of the movie?"

—

"Uh… Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… Come here and… Just read this."

Steve and Robin were taking a break from packing up Steve's childhood bedroom in preparation for the move when Dustin's text came through. She quickly chugged the last of her soda and came around to Steve's side to see what he was seeing.

"Oh," she said, not bothering to conceal her surprise. "I mean… We knew this was a possibility."

"Yeah, I guess, but… What do I say? I don't like him like that."

"Then say you don't like him like that, dingus. He's probably breathing down Dustin's neck right now waiting to see what you say."

"Yeah, you're probably right…" Steve said. He typed and backspaced and typed something else until Robin got sick of watching and grabbed the phone out of his hand to answer Dustin's text for him.

"Just trust me!" Robin said, actively walking away from Steve as he sputtered indignances, chasing after her halfheartedly. As soon as she sent the text, she turned and shoved the phone roughly back to Steve's chest.

"Oh… Yeah, okay, that makes more sense than anything I was trying to say…" Steve conceded, reading the text Robin sent on his behalf.

—

Steve, Robin, and Eddie saw each other next when they were loading up the U-Haul. No one said anything, and Steve tried as hard as he could to act like nothing was different. It put Eddie's mind at ease while simultaneously driving Robin nuts.

Since Dustin sent the secondhand confession, the only thing Steve had on his mind was Eddie, and how he definitely didn't reciprocate Eddie's feelings, how he was definitely bisexual but Eddie… Eddie wasn't his type. He was pretty, sure, but he was so… Himself. He was loud and unapologetic and into things Steve had never even heard of. They had nothing in common besides their love for the kids.

But Robin saw it coming a mile away.

"It" finally came to fruition a month after they had all moved in together.

It turned out, Steve and Eddie were practically the same person. Same sense of humor, same taste in TV, they even took their coffee the same way. They really only differed in their music tastes, fashion, and theater snack preferences.

Robin got the text in the middle of her French class.

shmuck: i think i have a crush on eddie

bobbin: FINALLY. please just kiss him and put me out of my misery

Steve came out of the kitchen, bag of chips in hand, to see Eddie just as he'd left him: cross-legged on the couch, demolishing a bag of Sour Patch Kids to the tune of the Criminal Minds theme music. He tucked his phone into his back pocket and rejoined his maybe-crush to watch trash TV until Robin came home.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. He knew Eddie liked him. There wasn't a chase here, he didn't have to flirt or try to win Eddie over… He just had to say yes and Eddie was his. It was different from any other relationship he'd ever been in. Maybe that was why it was so scary. Because it was new.

They watched the episode and bantered back and forth about it, same as always. But before the next episode could start, Steve hit pause.

"Bathroom break?" Eddie asked, hugging a throw pillow to his chest.

"No, uh…" Steve started, unable to even look Eddie in the face. "No… Can I… Can I kiss you?"

Eddie didn't answer right away, which finally inspired Steve to really look at him. His expression was completely unreadable.

"Uh… Yeah, I mean. Yes, absolutely. Um. But what happened to you don't like me like that?" It was such an Eddie response, Steve could almost laugh.

"I, um… I guess I spoke too soon," Steve laughed, trying to be cool and suave and everything else people thought he was in high school. Eddie brought the pillow up to hide his expression.

"Really?" he asked, muffled behind the pillow so that Steve almost couldn't hear him.

"Yeah, really. Just… Since you told me-"

"Dustin told you," Eddie corrected.

"Whatever… I dunno, I guess it put the idea in my head and now… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it… About you- what?"

Eddie was giggling quietly behind the throw pillow, gently rocking himself back and forth as Steve talked.

"Nothing," Eddie mumbled into the pillow. "Go on."

"You're such a pain in the ass, y'know that?" Steve laughed again. "Can I kiss you or not?"

Eddie slowly moved the pillow away from his face to set it aside, revealing himself to be smiling like an idiot as he turned slightly to face Steve better.

"You understand I've been uselessly pining after you for like, two months now, right? Please kiss me, oh my god."

—

Dustin's phone lit up with a Snapchat notification; a message from Eddie to the D&D group chat. He expected a meme, or for Eddie to ask Jeff for a ride somewhere because his van broke down again.

Instead, it was a picture of Eddie looking smug, leaning against Steve's chest. Steve, apparently unaware he was having his picture taken, had his fingers tangled up in Eddie's curls. The text overlay simply read "hey guys guess what."

The first reply came from Gareth, a picture of him leaning against Will in the exact same position as Eddie was with Steve. "Gross," it said.

Dustin rolled his eyes. Eddie was about to get so much more insufferable.

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valorantmenheadcanons · 2 years

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Hiii ok so. I wanna hear your headcannons for their various kinks/preferences/fav positions. Hehe

absolutely love

nsfw content below the cut

Sova

this man absolutely has a thing about size differences between him and his partner

even if he’s only a little bit bigger than them it still does things to him. He just likes the feeling of someone under him, completely surrounded by him, protected by him

he loves giving and will happily receive if you offer but likes to focus on you

hes big in every sense of the word so don’t worry if you can’t take all of him

he might have a little bit of a thing about primal but he’s so gentle all the time it barely counts

if you want him to be rough you really gotta ask and even then he’s worried he’ll hurt you by accident

traffic light system all the way baybeeeee

he likes missionary the most because he can see every inch of you and kiss all over

surprisingly vocal, he wants you to hear how good you make him feel

Cypher

We all know how much of a dirty talker cypher is gonna be

the things coming out of his mouth would have lucifer dripping wet

and that’s not the only thing he can do with his tongue ;)

fr tho he is so into praising and degrading his partner

the mask isn’t gonna come off for a while, he’s nervous, he’s insecure, a little bit paranoid

but give him some time and you’ll be able to see all of him

he likes to make you beg for him to touch you and he likes it more if you use his real name doing it

he likes taking it slow cos he just likes taking his sweet time and drawing every noise out of you

although if you’d like him to hurry up just tell him so and he will put every inch of his body to use in making you feel good

he also likes recording you giving him head; the way you look up at him (and the camera) makes his knees weak every time

Chamber

Wear his clothes please he wants to ruin you in them

He has the biggest fucking thing about his partner smelling like him and you know it’s a distinct smell too with this dudes expensive cologne

will mark you up with hickeys and little love bites and will let you do the same to him, just not above his collarbones

he likes to look professional as we know

mirror sex

hands on your hips, around your neck, probably would leave some light marks from how tight he holds you

its a mildly possessive thing

suck on his fingers please

he likes being the dom cos he likes the control and he prefers to pleasure his partner more than himself but he can be convinced to sub

and oh man

the breathy moans and whimpers he’ll let out only for you

edge him and he becomes a bitch in heat

he has a little shred of pride left tho so don’t expect him to beg, he won’t (punish him as you like for that)

Yoru

rough sex but in a loving way

he has a thing for biting you.. he won’t apologise if he draws blood

MIGHT have a thing about knife play but only if his partner is okay with it and even then it’s more for show than actual using

he likes quick casual sex, he’s not as much of a fan of loooooooong sessions

drag your nails down his back, he likes looking it at in the mirror after

he fucking loves getting head

and he can be persuaded to give oral back, just make sure you pull on his hair, it gets him riled up

hes a thigh man

let him fuck them and he will love you forever

not as into kissing, but will still give you lots to show his appreciation

oh and degradation, if that wasn’t already obvious, I mean it’s yoru we’re talking about

(he doesn’t mean it tho and he will never cross any line his partner sets up, he’s just being a little bitch)

Omen

PRIMAL BABY

he growls he snarls he pants like a dog in your ears

he’s careful about his claws but if you want him to use them he will

scratches you up a bit

i think he’d like doggy style the most cos he can pin you down so easily

hes not much for dirty talking but he makes up for it with the noises he makes

yknow how it’s kind of hinted at in some voice lines that he can feel emotions n stuff? (Like razes laughter, and ofc fear)

he can feel his partner’s pleasure

it only amps him up more

he very much likes to bring you to tears from overstimulation

has a breeding kink even though he can’t get anyone pregnant

he just likes the idea of fucking someone so full

and that someone is gonna be you!

has a thing about smells AND biting you. He wants you to smell like him and he’ll leave a nice bite mark or twenty to claim you

tbh I think he’d have a low sex drive on his own, but he’s more than willing to make his partner feel good if they’re needy

Phoenix

Keeps a fan pointed at his bed during sex because he will heat up and he doesn’t want his partner dying of heat stroke

hes not the best at oral but A for effort

those fingers tho 😳

it’s canon he’s a musician is all I’m saying

fr tho he can and will have you cum from his fingers alone

if you give him head he turns into the whiniest mess, that’s the quickest way to turn him into a sub

ass man

let him grab it

but he might just start playing with it tbh LMAO

he also likes tummies! Please let him finish on you, he thinks it’s so fucking hot

keeps a good rhythm when he’s fucking

sex with him includes lots of joking around and laughing, that’s just who he is

kiss his neck he will MELT

Kayo

he’s a robot and is lacking in a face and equipment down there

thank god strap ons exist

pro of being a robot: doesn’t tire and can go as long as you want

he doesn’t have a sex drive so you gotta tell him when you want it

he also had no idea how it worked so first he watched some ✨videos✨to get an idea

the first few times he will need some guidance on how to make you feel good, but he commits these to memory

its not long until he figures out what you like most

vibrating fingers anyone?

him participating in sex is entirely for his partner, so expect lots of praise

whatever you want he will do

he won’t admit that he does really like watching his partner masturbate

may or may not possess the ability to record what he sees

he only looks at it to see what you react to tho, he just wants to pleasure you the best way he can :>

Harbor

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

hes a service top

slow sex, lots of praise, massaging

fucks you slow but deep

loves giving oral

but lets.. turn the tide (I’m so sorry AHA)

if you get this man to sub/bottom

he takes it like a challenge

you can drag it on as long as you want, he won’t cum

so how do you win? Overwhelm him

kiss him with a hand in his hair, stroke him or go down on him or fuck him, touch his chest he likes it

tell him he’s doing such a good job, make him watch himself come undone

he is still the king of aftercare but if you topped please help him lmao

his legs are jelly and he is too fucked out to think straight

Breach

He worries about hurting you with his arms tbh

or just being too rough with you

hes a big guy and he knows it

would prefer if you were on top of him, just gives him peace of mind

for all that breach is loud and chaotic, I really think he’d be into cuddlefucking or just holding his partner close to him

the braid comes out. It was an accident the first time but seeing him with mussed hair and blown eyes is a Look and it stays

honestly I think he’d be a switch. Whatever you’re down for, he’s down for

hes probably a try-everything-once kind of guy, don’t be surprised if y’all start getting intimate and he brings up something he read online that you’ve never heard of

he holds you like you’re this fragile thing he might break, please show him you’re not

loses his mind when you ride him

big fan of taking naps after sex, you can just collapse on top of him or roll over and he’ll bear hug you

Brimstone

vanilla tbh

but experienced

this man knows how to fuck and he knows how to fuck good

Used to like being called sir, the military mildly ruined that for him

he’s a hard dom, don’t expect this man to ever sub or anything

you could maybe get him to bottom, but never sub

has a thing for spanking and power play (another side affect of the military ahahaa)

doesn’t have a favourite position, he likes all of them

he likes feeling bigger than his partner

would choke you if you asked him to but he probably wouldn’t do it on his own

he fucking loves dirty talking and teasing

this man rarely gets a break but when he does, you’re in for a long night

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant sova #valorant cypher #valorant omen #valorant chamber #valorant yoru #valorant harbor #valorant fanfiction #valorant phoenix #valorant breach #valorant brimstone #valorant kay/o #valorant smut

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Shoutout to a few of my bloodswap Solluxes :) Infodumps about them in the Keep Reading if I formatted Tumblr Correctly. I just couldn't stop myself from writing a bunch about all of them Q~Q

I always wanna draw more of Sollux so more bloodswaps is obviously the way to go about it :)

Burgundy!Sollux - telosAutotelic

Sollux dies pre-SGRUB, and can't bring up the energy to care about anything anymore, let alone his whole red and blue schtick. Shortly after the game begins, he's "gifted" a new robot body by Equius in return for having done some extensive troubleshooting for him in the past. He's horrified to find his new metal husk has all the features wrong- the horns are wrong, the teeth are wrong, fuck, even the stupid red and blue are wrong, and he hates it so much - he had no idea he could even feel hate anymore - he only uses it when it's more efficient to be a robot than a ghost. He quite literally doesn't have the time to fuck around these days. Equius is miffed his psychological warfare to get Sollux pitch with him fails so spectacularly.

Mutant!Sollux - tacticsAllogeneics

Sollux tells everyone he has red blood, but no one believes him because that's totally not a thing. This is all according to keikaku (Keikaku means plan). Despite this, everyone seems to think he's a pretty cool dude, and so when SGRUB comes around, everyone kind of just looks to him to lead. His only experience with leading is strategy games and a few FLARP sessions. He's absolutely miserable. He ends up learning just how fucked up his friends are in the thinkpans, and it falls on him to have to try and haul their asses into being useful. It causes some ire with his friends who come to the conclusion he sees them as chess pieces rather than people, but really he just wants to get through this game without people kicking the metaphorical bucket. He's forced to play the healer in video games.

Purple!Sollux - tamedAnimus

Sollux is the descendant of one of the most notorious purplebloods of all time, who had the art of subjuggulating down to a science, and he wants nothing to do with his legacy or the church, only maintaining a few rituals out of routine habit. He's found a good couple of heretics who are pretty chill, and as loathe as he is to admit it, he wants to see them thrive. He makes a conscious effort to keep his violent highblooded tendencies in check for them, though his mood swings are both frequent and intense. One problem, a rather big one, is that he can quite literally feel the emotions of those around him, hyper-empathetic to the point where strong emotions from his peers during the game give him migraines. When things start kicking off and people start dying, Sollux acts on the fear, panic, and rage that's flooding him like adrenaline and attacks two of his friends, losing his eye in the process. When everything cools down, guilt eats him into hypervigilance, leaving him paranoid and self-destructive.

Violet!Sollux - trenchantAnglerfish

Sollux has spent his entire life deep underwater, where few seadwellers dare to live. The Continental Catfish keeps itself well fed but Nepeta has difficulty finding the thing most days, so Sollux's small army of fishbots keep an eye on it for her, tracking its movements. Because he's never gone above water, he's something of a NEET, and Nepeta is glad she can push him onto some of her friends when the game starts because he really needs to get out more. He's not the worst, all things considered; he's somewhat petty and spiteful when wronged, but this is mostly a result of his on-again, off-again relationship with Karkat, who happens to think he's a huge tool with an even bigger ego (and his best friend). The first thing he alchemizes is a pair of dark-tinted glasses for his extreme light sensitivity.

#homestuck #Sollux Captor #Bloodswap

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linkspooky · 1 year

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To add to my previous post, I think a lot of the current debates raging in the My Hero Academia fandom on whether My Hero Academia has failed because at the end of the story there probably won’t be major changes to the society it takes place in are kind of silly. You see to remove any political message MHA is trying to send out of the equation. I think the big problem with MHA is much simpler than anyone wants to admit.

The biggest problem is that... it’s boring.

It’s boring the same way Marvel Movies are boring. It’s swapped out what are potentially interesting and layered hero characters, for what are essentially characters with costumes and superhero powers and not much else going on for them. Enji and Hawks are the only heroes that have character flaws, and they are largely stagnant characters, Aizawa is introduced to us as a ruthless pragmatist and trickster mentor and he’s now just a generic “I love all my kids” mentor and the only thing he really has done in a hundred chapters is use his power. I don’t think this is a controversial opinion either, a lot of people didn’t like the deku alone arc, a lot of people think the current war arc is less satisfying to read than the previous one and it’s not well paced and it drags.

You could say the kid heroes are interesting characters with potential for growth, but have you noticed the kid heroes have been consistently sidelined for the adult heroes who are shallower, just because they have stronger more flashy powers. Heck, Enji gets more screentime in the Todoroki family arc than Shoto does and Shoto is supposed to be a main character. I think the hero kids just not getting plot importance they used to get and being sidelined because they’re not as powerful as the adults is not even an MHA exclusive problem, it’s the reason I don’t like the Young Justie Cartoon, it’s a pretty common flaw in adolescent superhero stories. Because why focus on the kids when the adults get all the cool fights against the bigger bads?

I think the reason people sympathize with the villains so much is not because they find them to have better politics, that’s probably a ex-posto facto applied reasoning (though I think that’s part of it). (Also if people are invested in the story in MHA because of the political issues it expressed, and they are disappointed because we’re not focusing on that, that’s a valid response too because Horikoshi is the one who set these ideas up as themes and then failed t follow through). (Or even if someone wants to critcize the way Hori dragged race as a metaphor into the story, they’re free to be displeased with how HOri handled it but also can still be invested in the story as a whole.) I don’t think the villains are sympathetic because they’re societal reformers, I think they’re just interesting because they have severe personality flaws and character arcs. Enji is the same character from the pro-hero work onward, the exact same character, he even does the exact same action his only true action to atone is to just defeat a big bad in AFO the same way he roasted the Noumu alive. You can’t say Shigaraki is the same character he was at the beginning of his arc, nor Himiko Toga, nor Dabi, nor Spinner, not even Twice and he has a tragic arc. Negative character development is still development, a stagnant character is dull a dynamic character is interesting. Maybe everyone is excited that Toga, and Dabi are at extreme low points in their character arcs, because it’s a change, and it’s compelling to see the extreme emotions they represent. Like, there’s so much discourse today on whether or not the League of Villains is a healthy friend group for one another, and like they’re not, they’re codependent and heavily flawed but that’s what makes them interesting dude.

Compare that to Class 1-A which is a much bigger group of kids where they are all unconditionally supportive of each other, and a healthy influence on one another, and because there’s very little conflict in that group bond there’s also little development. The only reason Class 1-A is in fact something people are emotoinally invested in is because of the conflict they had earlier in their arcs, Bakugo and Deku is a long running conflict based on an unhealthy friendship and fixation they have on one another, it takes a long time for Bakugo and Todoroki to interact regularly as friends, Deku had to literally beat up Todoroki to get him to accept help or even admit he needed it, Iida would have straight up killed a man without Todoroki and Deku’s interference, and even early on Uraraka felt inferior and more selfish to her friends, and Iida also drew a line that Deku shouldn’t expect unconditional support and teamwork from Iida during the tournament because they are compettitors competing for number one.

Conflict creates depth which creates audience engagement.

The Teen Titans are my favorite superhero team ever, and they are a heavily dysfunctional found family. In fact Cyborg even jokes at one point that their life is a soap opera. They are constantly breaking up and getting back together, and sometimes the group’s decision to collectively either neglect or enable someone has a bad influence on their personality (the second return of trigon arc comes about because no one was paying attention to Raven, heck, Raven is kidnapped by a cult and just left there for months because Donna was a poor leader). These character conflicts are also what makes them interesting as a group dynamic, I don’t think you should break the group apart because they’re not healthy, because there’s a better story to be told in them working through their dysfunction into a healthier group bond.

I’ve said this a thousand times but I don’t think the hero kids are bad characters, I don’t even dislike them, I want to see more of them. Literally all I talk about on this blog are the villains, but the only fanfic about MHA I’ve ever written and managed to finish, is about Bakugo, Todoroki, Momo and Uraraka and in particular the great potential I see in those characters to be interesting,

You could write a story where society does not change as a whole, but still circumstances get better for people because the kids are deciding to help people and be kind. Bleach is all about the fact you can’t really change the whole world or save everyone. Ichigo is just trying to protect his hometown and it’s my favorite shonen manga. I also think those stories matter just as much as like revolutionary fiction, because oftentimes people can’t change the world as an individual, and yet the action of helping people still matters, and I think also for a lot of normal people they tend to be paralyzed into not taking any action to help people at all because they believe that it won’t make a difference in the grand scheme of things.

At the most basic level we haven’t even gotten that yet. We used to have it! I really liked the Overhaul arc, and that entire arc isn’t about societal reform, it was about several people striving to save a young girl because heroes are supposed to save people. We are thoroughly in shonen battle manga punch em ups and fisticuffs. And as a shonen battle manga it’s not even that interesting because the fights suck, they’re not well choreographed, we don’t know what’s happening most of the time, they’re incredibly crowded, there’s no tension because the heroes despite supposedly being outnumbered way outpower the bad guys. We are given the promise that might happen in the future, there is set up for the fact that these kids are going to as their final act in the story save the villains and sympathize them but all we’ve gotten between then and now is a whole bunch of fighting. And once again it doesn’t come from a hatred of the kids but a genuine desire to see more of them, I want to see Shoto’s thoughts and feelings about his brother, I want to see Uraraka try to be a rescue hero and grapple with the fact villains are suffering, I want to see Deku think about what saving Shigaraki actually means. What I don’t want to see is new super powers, kids trying out their super moves, or kids helping the adults in fight.

And once again this isn’t to criticize people who enjoy MHA or are still emotoinally invested in it. Like I’m sure I’m going to get replies to this post “Why are you even reading MHA if you’re bored by it?”

Like... because you can engage critically with something even if you’re not entertained by it? There’s more purpose to literature and media then just whether or not ti’s personally enjoyable? I think there’s still a fascinating conversation to be had, in what works in MHA, and what does not work. I like superhero comics, and MHA is a shonen mangaka’s commentary on how they perceive western comics to be.

But yeah, I think the biggest most fundamental failing of MHA right now is that it’s a real snooze fest. As a comic book story, it doesn’t work because the heroes aren’t fun, it doesn’t seem to have much to say about the heroes besides very generic statements of heroes good. Heroes help people. Deku good. Deku saves. Deku punches. Deku wins.

So like can everyone collectively agree to just stop yelling at people who are emotionally invested in the villains, or even want to see them win? And like I think people should be allowed to post salt on their own blogs privately or even try to like comment on why they think certain fandom opinions are wrong, but gosh some of these posts guys they’re just like acting like a vast majority of readers are stupid. PEOPLE AREN”T STUPID! In fact I think most people are actually really good at interpreting stories because we are exposed to stories from a young age, and we think and feel in narrative, it’s just a lot of people don’t have the tools to either analyze stories or express what they find engaging. In fact if you think someone is wrong, or even think they have a vastly different take then you’re own, I think you should ask them why they think that way if you’re really interested in a conversation with them. Heck Thy and I usually agree about a lot of things, but sometimes I’ll make a pretty extreme statement, and they go “Oh, I don’t think that, or that’s wrong.” And then I just walk it back and try to explain my reasoning and then even if they’re not convinced to agree with me we just both move on.

People root for the villains because they’re underdogs. They’re sympathetic and flawed. They are also not stagnant as characters and we spend more time in their head. People aren’t stupid for being emotionally invested in them or reading the story wrong necessarily, so much as MHA has kind of failed to properly establish stakes and tension and make things difficult for the heroes like it should be, that’s just how engagement in a story works. There’s a reason that everyone hates the Yankees, but Cubs fans can stay fans for like a hundred years without a world series victory. I’m not even trying to directly insult anyone, or say that My Hero Academia is bad fiction, or not worth reading, I just wish people would chill a little bit and stop jumping on villain stans for liking the unhealthier or darker aspects of the characters.

Everyone’s like “I love my murderous meow meows covered in blood” and then you actually say the reason you like Shigaraki is because he’s heavily flawed, and at times a vengeful, hateful little shit and suddenly it’s a problem. Spinner’s a codependent enabler, yeah it’s called having a personality with flaws. He wouldn’t even have a character arc if he wasn’t those things, he’d just be a lizard. The thing that is deliberately written by a flaw, called out in the plot, and he gets punished for. God has punished him for his sins. Right now he’s just lying on the floor nearly brain dead. Also sometimes characters don’t have like, big, operatic flaws. Like as murderous and nasty as Dabi is there’s like a catharsis and power in the way he calls out his abusers. Sometimes people are annoying and needy. I feel like more ficitonal characters should be annoying and needy! Sometimes the most interesting characters, are characters you like would hate to be friends with in real life because they’d just be too high maintennance and put-upon.

I mean on top of that there are also stories where characters get worse, and only experience negative character development, and there are people who become engaged in those stories because of the dark turns it takes.

You could say that the fandom downplays the darker aspects of these characters, but like that’s what every fandom does. Heck, don’t Bakugo and Deku have an extremely unhealthy friendship for a long time, that fandom likes to downplay because they want to see them in a much healthier version of their relationship?

It’s also pretty much harmless. Beyond being frustrated with seeing an out of character version of a character being popularized, it doesn’t really harm people in any way that matters, you don’t have to yell at people for being wrong or even go out of your way to correct them. In fact, I think people having extremely different takes from the story that you do should be celebrated more. Isn’t it interesting two people can read the exact same events and interpret them in wildly different ways? Isn’t it weird, that we all have this collective agreed upon version of like “in character” and “Out of character” and yet people tend to either deviate or stay inside that framework. People also, tend to enjoy different aspects of the story. I don’t think the heroes are interesting at all, but if someone is a diehard hero stan and they like the heroes I’m glad they are having a fun time.

Fandom is supposed to be a conversation, and like, you shouldn’t go out of your way to correct the people you’re talking with, because it’s a much more fun conversation to ask why people think the way they do and try to understand that then to just tell them they’re wrong and end the conversation there. The reason I have this blog is not because I think I’m right and other people are wrong, I just like to talk to people about my thoughts on the comic books I’m reading, and then other people ask me why I think the things I do and I try to explain it.

Oh and by the way I’m not talking about people who disagree with me specifically. Like, Class1akids wrote a response to one of my posts. I think they have every right to disagree with me and they were pretty professional about the way they expressed their opinion, I follow them and like their takes because they’re good at stating the reasons behind what they think. I just didn’t interact with it because I was feeling lazy that day and didn’t want to type up a big response. I’m just in general asking people to chill and be nice and have fun.

#spooky speaks #this is highly critical of mha #but i honestly don't want to pick a fight with anyone #i just want to like #try to explain why i think the things i think?#like consider this a conversation rather than a debate #this is critically what i think is making the audience less engaged with MHa #This is why I think the League of Villains fans get so rabid and opinionated #mha critical #fandom critical

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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4.1.2023

I just finished Chapter 2. The ending was sad. The angels are brimming with hatred and blinded by it, so what they're doing is very unfair and inhumane.

But I also feel very excited to move on to Chapter 3, and Mammon is on the cover(?) of it so it's definite that MC will meet him now. I'm really looking forward to that and to meeting Bimet and Eligos, hopefully! Then again, MC didn't meet Astaroth even though he's from Gehenna, so it would make sense that she wouldn't meet all of Mammon's demons now too, which means that if she were to meet someone now, it should, by logic, be Bimet because he's the closest to Mammon. Time to see!

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intro: something I really loved about the end of Chapter 2 was the display of Satan's kindness—he loves his subjects and cares for them, and is sad when they get hurt. I also really appreciated MC's care for him and her desire to comfort him. And Ppyong needs so many hugs.

update I: Minhyeok is so sweet <3 also, he and MC are really cute together and dammit the H-scene is so far off sob I wonder who it's gonna be this time

update II: these bouncing angels that look like buns: wow guys, you're fast but it's time to meet the Lord, baby

update III: oooooh this one is called 'the man sculpted from muscle,' so is it time to meet Mammon already? I'm so excited omfg

update IV: everyone else is asleep, meanwhile Satan is just

update V: YAYYYY HIYA but oh my he's so big HUGE and idk how to put it but there's this sweetness to his face. He's so cute lol and he looks like he would be great to hug

update VI: LMFAO Tbh I'd love to do that too ngl

update VII: UHHH??? I kinda like how warm and comfy this sounds and wow, he really said I'll be your bed simply glorious! Anyways, Mammon is making moves already, so wake up and get yo girl, Satan

update VIII: a somewhat strange thing to point out, unless it irks him (which doesn't quite make sense since he doesn't know her yet. But! If he felt attracted to her once he first saw her, that changes things a lot)

update IX: I'm going to guess that it DOES bother him

update X: ooff he's cool, he's cool <3

update XI: no comment true love can never be hidden, and he is passionate about butts, so he couldn't resist, I guess... But what actually piqued my interest is the fact that his hands are bigger than any other hands MC has seen because I love hands

update XII: so first I chose to make MC grab his butt so I can see how he reacts, but dude the description was hilarious to say the least lmao Mammon has a squishy soft butt spread the word then I chose the 'lie back down on his chest' option because it's cute dammit needless to say, things got...interesting either way

update XIII: Satan is asleep so he's technically not seeing anything, but MC getting frisky with Mammon in front of Satan's open eyes...I'm just happy he wasn't awake to see this

update XIV: okay that's actually romantic in a greedy sort of way

update XV: he seems to be optimistic but sentimental, and pretty attached to his emotions too. CUTEEE ugh

update XVI: YEAH MAMMON IN YOUR DREAMS (thank u tho, i like u)

update XVII: Ppyong and Minhyeok have the cutest dynamic plssss also Minhyeok deserves more love from MC when possible

update XVIII: I thought Minhyeok was going to use his horn in class and almost died but let's be honest, I WAS going to enjoy how awkward and hard difficult it would've been for him to keep quiet lmao sadism anyways, did he just say that MC's underwear smells nice? Listen, bro...

update XIX: boys will be boys

update XX: AAAAAAAAAAARGH I LOVE HIM

update XXI: oh god I can't deal with this it's too cute LOOK AT PPYONG PLEASE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO SMOL AND EXCITED AND HAPPY and look at Minhyeok noooo this is too precious

update XXII: Ppyong is rooting for MC and Minhyeok oh man that's it I'm gonna die of fluff overdose and I will love every minute of it

update XXIII: Minhyeok being doubtful and unsure of himself because he thinks that MC is seeing much better things in Hell which he would seem 'ordinary' next to, and Ppyong comforting him and telling him he's beautiful and 'devilish' aka code for 'good' was an arrow to my heart

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5.1.2024

update XXIV: it was mentioned earlier that MC beginning to see Minhyeok as a man and not just her childhood friend would have effects, so this is the beginning of it, I guess: Satan and Sitri are jealous and irritated

update XXV: lmaooo be fair, Mammon. Anyone other than Glasyalabolas would look small next to you Satan would look even smaller tho, I agree

update XXVI: okay, I really, really like Mammon. He has a very pleasant and chill personality, and he too seems to have gotten attracted to MC before he got to know for sure that she's Sulumun's dootah Solomon's descendant? That's so nice to know

update XXVII: oh my fucking—it's decided. I LOVE Bimet. He doesn't even bother to be convincing oh my God LMAO or maybe he thinks he IS being convincing or that others are idiots who would fall for it anyway I'm so happy he got introduced so early though, I was waiting for that moment lol I really liked him the moment I read his intro *looks at Belial, Eligos, Beel, Ronové, Lucifer, Glasyalabolas, Gusion, Bathin and Andrealphus* did I forget anyone?

update XXVIII: THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE ALREADY WTF OMG YAAAS WHO'S IT GONNA BE I have my bets on Paimon because I don't think it's logical for Mammon's to happen yet also let's hope I can pass the one battle that leads to it because this has been suspiciously easy (edit: I passed. Still suspiciously easy. It's coming for me, isn't it?)

update XXIX: no bro, I fucking ADORE him

update XXX (oooh would you look at that, an xxx): it's sweet how Bimet got emotional when he thought MC was Solomon, and it's funny that he was then like 'get lost if you don't have money, especially if you're not Solomon' lmao he's a riot

update XXXI: sexy move, hon And excuse me for my poor wording, Bimet, but don't you look scrumptious! That tongue

update XXXII: aw he sounds annoyed but he also seems like he's going to cry. I wanted to include a screenshot, but no more images fit. The heck though, I love him to bits. So, without further ado, welcome to my favourite characters club, Bimet!

But damn it, I also really liked when he told MC that she's a beggar that listens to reason. That screenshot deserved a spot in here too lol

Next up, THE H-SCENEEEEE!

#what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad diaries #Whb #whb mammon #what in hell is bad bimet #whb bimet

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pilot-boi · 1 year

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Plotbunny AU - Pets

Here we are with some more Plotbunny AU content.

Onto the subject of pets and how they (and mostly Juniper) effect the timeline.

So listen. Listen. Listen.

Pets are obviously allowed in Beacon. Tai sent Zwei to Beacon in canon, so we even know that this probably wasn't more of Ozpin weird favoritism/rule-weaving.

So when people see the blonde dude and his sister with their pet rabbit? Don't think much of it; it's probably there to keep her company during the day when her brother is in classes.

Then blondie brings it to initiation. And calls it his landing strategy.

And then the bunny grows bigger than a horse with its Semblance. And armored blondie is fighting Grimm from horseback jackalope-back.

Well, that's a stretch, but animals with Aura and Semblances are a thing, and he's kind of a hick, so okay.

He has a Bunny Steed, that's.... A Thing, apparently.

(The Jackalope looks super fluffy and purrs when his Team pets it. Everyone is jealous.)

(Thankfully, blondie is apparently a cheerful himbo, always happy to softly introduce them to Juniper and show them how to pet her)

(Just don't hurt Juniper or be too pushy. Blondie's sister will make you regret it)

This leads to Ruby and Yang calling Tai like, day three, and Zwei showing up much earlier. Much to Weiss's joy and Blake's dismay.

Zewi can apparently tackle Grimm and light himself on fire or blow himself up, so between being a second Emotional Support Animal at the school, he also fights Grimm with them on occasion in the forest.

(He also pees on Cardin's boots at one point, and no one can ever price that Alyx bribed him with bacon to make that happen)

Between Juniper petting session and Zwei cuddling sessions, Weiss is doing a lot better a lot faster when it comes to expressing herself positively, and Ruby is more grounded and has a stress outlet. Yang also missed Zwei and encourages him to blow himself up more often to try and 'compete' with Juniper for the spot of 'Best Team Mascot' she invented.

Blake spends more time with Juniper and kinda outs herself because of Zwei, but it's so much more controlled and less explosive than canon. No fighting terrorists or explosions. Weiss even initiates a group hug by the second semester. (She even hugs other people later. Everyone is so happy to see it)

Ren makes sure to give Juniper a balanced diet that will keep her healthy, and may or may not bake veggie cakes for her on occasion.

Nora can and will pick Juniper up and carry her around, no matter her size (excluding when she's as big as a horse) and nuzzle her face.

Pyrrha helps brush Juniper's fur and murmurs sweet nothings to her, and has been spotted taking naps with Tiny-Juniper on her chest.

Jaune is just so happy that they all get along with Juniper. It tears him up.

Alyx makes sure no one hurts Juniper or Jaune. She has a bag of ominously labeled bottles ready.... but she's trying not to use them often, yes Jaune. And also, she helps keep Juniper company during the day, talking softly to her about the Ever After.

JNPR+A all go for a picnic at least twice a week and lay back on the Big Bunny's fluffy stomach and watch the skies while cuddling. It's great and they're so emotionally healthy. (Let them be happy, I'll write it myself RT!)

This leads to some Teams, seeing these two with their exploding dog and size changing bunny, to try and emulate them.

CFVY gets a weasel they try unlocking the Aura of. No one is sure if it worked or not, but Coco dresses Mr Pumpernickel up in a tiny striped shirt and a little beret and it chitters on their shoulders a lot, so whatever.

(He also hides in Velvet's purse on more than one occasion, and jumps on Cardin's face one time. Cardin's scream was very, very high pitched, and the most humiliating thing was Velvet gently pulling the weasel off and asking Cardin if he was alright)

CRDL tried getting an actual Cardinal Bird as their 'Team Mascot' but none of them have ever kept a bird before, so that ended in hilarity, bitten fingers, and the bird flying out a window over the horizon....

They got a fish after that, which is doing surprisingly well.

One of the other faceless teams of canon has a hamster named Boo, who rolls around in a ball all day.

Glynda complains about Beacon being turned into a menagerie, but she's also spotted petting Juniper like 5 minutes later, so she probably doesn't mean it.

Emotional Support Animals make everything better in this AU, and I will never apologize for this tangent.

Correct. Never apologize for this tangent

The pets in this AU mean so much to me. These kids are so traumatized, even this early on in the show, and my god sometimes you just need to hug a big rabbit

#rwby #plotbunny au #mine #asks #anonymous

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hajihiko · 1 year

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I am sad and in need of my bed

SO MY QUESTION FOR YOU RUMPS IS

How do you think the dr2 characters cope with the big sad, what kind they are (good and bad), and who comes to help em out :)

(if you say hajime for assistance because he’s technically the ultimate therapist you’re gonna get your shoes stolen /lh/nsrs)

Hajime.

BUT not because hes the Ultimate therapist, rather because he is very adept at making people feel comfortable. Meta-wise, this is because he's the protagonist of a character-heavy game that encourages you to form a bond with at least one NPC, and most of the NPCs are jerks. Of course you want some encouragement or rewardl and your reward is the NPC opening up and trusting you, the player character.

But since we're not viewing the characters as NPCs in a game, in-world it comes out as Hajime getting even the most suspicious, awkward and stand-offish people to like him enough to overcome some of their issues, meaning he's just a comfortable dude.

So, besides Hajime;

Akane: ignores the big sad for as long as she can. Might have a little breakdown but still tries to get over it way before she's ready by distracting herself or pretending like a comfort worked 100% ("now that I've cried for half a minute I'm FINE haha see ya"). She would go to Kazuichi for distractions and someone who will probably do the crying for her. Slowly starts being open to Fuyuhiko's offer of talking things out, but only when she's already done being sad.

Sonia: Even if she is big sad in private, she has a hard time being real with it in front of others because she tends to pop into inspiration mode. She might pep talk herself (and others) several times without any real progress because she isnt letting it out. Eventually she'll yell and cry and then actually feel better afterwards. I think besides Hajime shed split pretty easily between Akane and Fuyuhiko, who are both awkward around big emotions but ultimately also very helpful.

Kazuichi: Feels big emotions all the time and sadness is a big part of it. He is very capable of feeling the things- its hiding them that's the problem- so he's used to it, but a linger melancholy cloud that doesnt go away even when he's done sobbing about it is a bigger problem. I think he would go to Sonia if he needed point-blank merciless advice (he is careful though, between not wanting to seem like he's pressuring her and not being able to take rejection when he's already so depressed) or Akane for comfort.

Fuyuhiko: it's kinda complicated because he was actually fairly good at dealing with grief in-game (once he was past the passive suicidal ideation) but that was in the middle of a murder game and. I think he would be the type to push it aside for as long as something bigger needs doing, but he suffers for it when there's nothing else to focus on. He feels better when he thinks he has some control so besides Hajime he goes to Souda, who a) has no room to judge and b) wont dare to snitch or get too mushy.

The ones most likely to intentionally seek out the sad people are probably Fuyuhiko (as with Akane post Nekomaru death) and Souda (again Akane & Nekomaru's death). Probably Sonia too? Just based on vibes (and she got Fuyuhiko a get-well-soon present).

Hajime definitely feels like the type to isolate when he actually feels the sad, but he's more likely to get frustrated or listless than outright sad (he also does not have a crying sprite in the game). I think who he goes to is really dependant on what he wants out of the interaction. With Akane, it's easy to forget anything is wrong, but she'll also be a big strong pillar to lean on. Souda is great with distractions and emotional validation (easily affected by other people's moods). Sonia cheers people up and doesnt let anyone get away with wallowing, and Fuyuhiko is a good conversationalist and has experience with actually handling grief (fun fact, all of Fuyuhiko's FTEs revolve around just talking, mayhaps because he has no hobbies besides crime but who knows) .

#Talky talky Tuesday #Not an art #This is long I hope it's worth it lol #Talky talky

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kalsiferdraws · 10 months

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The Deadlights: Let me care for you

Eddie couldn't blame Richie for punching Bill. He knew they had their fights time to time, and for the most part, they were over idiotic things. He always chucked it up to a dominance thing when they were younger. Richie challenging Bill's leadership. But this wasn't one of those times.

He would be lying of he said it didn't confuse him. He knew it was because Bill brought Audrie. But he had brought her to a few outings, and everytime Richie seemed to just ignore it. No matter how much Eddie couldn't.

Eddie didn't like her, not just because she was clingy. Obnoxiously clingy, not just with Bill. He learned that when Bill had invited her out to the Quarry with them. She would lean against Richie and Mike, a lot. It made Eddie's stomach turn and tightened everytime he saw her chest lean against Richie's arm. While, yes Richie and Mike would push her off, she kept doing it. And then when they were getting ready for the jump, he felt her hand on his back, hurrying him into the water below. He thought Beverly was gonna strangle her for it, but thankfully he and Stan calmed her down.

But clingy isn't the only reason why Eddie didn't like her. She was mean, spitting passive aggressive comments like a spitting cobra. She mainly did it to Stan and Ben for some reason. Stan could always hold his own, snapping back at her without hesitation. But Ben was just trying to brush it under the rug. He was nice like that, just wanting everyone to be friendly and together. She tried once with Eddie, but the good thing about a short temper is it makes people you don't like keep a distance.

Eddie couldn't help but wonder what she caused Richie and Bill to fight. If it even was a fight. They used to jump each other, leaving nothing but bruises and maybe some blood here and there. He wasn't sure if it's cause Ben and Mike grabbed Richie so quickly, or if Bill just didn't want to fight back. One punch was short for them, it was a little odd. When Eddie touched Richies face and looked into his eyes, he could see the anger inside them. He could also see when the anger melted off, and his pupils grow. They always seemed bigger when Eddie looked into them.

While the others left the stage, heading to Ben's truck no doubt for their "after concert diner run" Eddie couldn't help but constantly look behind him. He would walk a few steps, look behind him, walk a few more. He was getting irritated, he didn't even know why. So when he heard footsteps behind him he was ready to snap, opening his mouth before seeing Richie. Alone. He looked behind him, expecting to see Stan and Bill, but when he didn't he looked up at Richie confused.

"They're talking," Richie said. His tone was cold, lacking any kind of emotion. Which was... odd for Richie. Eddie put his hand on Richie's chest, stopping him from walking further. Richie's eyes looked into Eddie's again, showing the pupils grow again. They stared for a moment before Richie forced a smile and grabbed Eddie's hand into his own. "I'm fine, Eds." Eddie looked at his hand. He was obviously not fine.

"Don't call me Eds," he muttered pulling Richies hand to him and glaring at it. "Your knuckles are bruising... again." He looked up at Richie, his nose crinkled as he glared. "You gotta ice it dude."

"Not much ice around here," Richie said, moving his gaze to Eddie's hands holding his own. "I can get the diner to give me extra ice."

"Absolutely not," Eddie declared. "Do you know how filthy their ice is? The bacteria that's inside it?" He rolled his eyes huffing. It made Richie chuckle, finally showing his real smile. "I'm being serious."

"I know you are," Richie said between chuckles. "You got a different solution doc?" Eddie looked around. He knew he had to ice Richies knuckles fast so the bruise wouldn't be too big. It would be hard to explain a bruised hand away during a concert or interview. He spotted one of the staff walking, clearing his throat. Richie looked over at the worker, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me!" Eddie called out. The man perked up looking at them. He trotted over quickly, looking at Richie with an awestruck gaze and red cheeks. Eddie felt his eyebrow twitch. "We need an ice pack. Do you have an emergency kit or something around here?" Richie could hear his annoyance, making him fight another chuckle. The staff member stumbled his words a bit before nodding and trotting off. Eddie rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Honestly, you're a normal person."

"I'm a rock star," Richie grinned. "I make many tremble just with these fingers - ow!" He flinched as Eddie squeezed his hand slightly. "OK, ok I get it," Richie laughed. Eddie eased his grip, looking back at Richie's hand. "Its not that bad Eds. I can really just ice it at the di-"

"No," Eddie said firmly. It made Richie's mouth shut. "I'm going to make sure it's properly handled." Eddie swore he heard Richie take a sharp breath in, he loosened his grip more on Richie's hand making sure not to hurt him again.

"Youre gonna nurse it back to full health huh?" Richie's tone was soft now, even with his teasing.

"Are you going to let me?" Eddie smiled, teasing back. He looked up at Richie, seeing a sight he didn't expect. Richie's eyes were a deep black only a small sliver of his brown left, his eyes half lidded. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose were a deep red. It made Eddie's heart pounding against his ribs. Richie must've realized he looked different from normal cause he laughed, looking away from Eddie.

"Of course Dr. Kaspbrak." Eddie groaned at the nickname, noticing the staff member come back. He handed Eddie a small ice pack and a wrapping bandage. Eddie didnt think both would be needed but it is always good to have something incase. He thanked the man for his time, before pulling Richie's arm to a set of boxes. He sat Richie down on one, holding his hand.

After a moment of silence, due to Eddie hyperfocusing on Richie's knuckles, he cleared his throat. "Why did you hit him?" He asked softly. Richie shrugged. "Rich... you have never randomly hit him before. What happened?" Richie looked at him and hummed.

"He was being insensitive," Richie said bluntly. Eddie raised an eyebrow, holding the ice back to a new knuckle. "He just... he hurt Stan, a lot."

"So you punched him?" Eddie asked, genuinely confused. Richie nodded. "You know Stan can handle his own, why are you fighting Bill for him?"

Richie was silent for a moment, before he looked at Eddie. "Have you... ever liked someone?" Eddie's eyes widened a bit, caught off guard. His eyes scanned around, before he blushed slightly and nodded. He saw Richie bit his lip a bit before he spoke again. "If you were making it obvious to the person, and even with how obvious it was, they openly dated someone else. Invited them out with you and your friends. How would you feel?"

Eddie thought for a moment before he answered. "I mean.. I do make it obvious but..." his voice was quiet when he answered, a bit nervous. "I suppose I'd be, upset?" Richie just stared at him, waiting for everything to click. But Eddie just stared blankly back. Richie groaned.

"Didn't you notice the song set tonight?" He asked. Eddie thought a moment. They were mostly covers if he remembered right, mostly about confessions or crushes or-

"Oh my god!" Eddie put his hands on Richie's shoulders. "Stan likes Bill?!" Richie covered his mouth with his hand, shushing him. It made Eddie blush a bit, looking Richie up and down. He realized that saying something like that outloud could really hit their band hard. He swallowed as Richie uncovered his mouth. "Since when?"

"Uh, since always?" Richie tilted his head. "You didn't notice?" Eddie shrugged, making Richie drop his head. "God you're dense as fuck."

"I am not, it wasn't obvious!" Eddie said, looking back at Richie's hand. He was debating in his head if it should be wrapped up, at least for the night. He unraveled the bandage, shrugging that it would at least keep it tight.

"It was so obvious even Mike caught on," Richie laughed. He looked at Eddie, admiring how focused he was. "Now I have to know your definition of 'obvious'." He was mainly teasing, Eddie knew that. But still, it made him nervous.

"Yknow, being around him, sneaking off to hang out with him," Richie bit his lip again. "Caring for him, even if he's an idiot." Richie opened his mouth, letting out a gasp. Eddie looked at him, a smile creeping on his face, but he fought to keep it down.

"Wait, Eds.. do you-" Richie was cut off by the sound of heels clicking towards them. Eddie groaned, Richie glaring in the direction of the noise.

Of course.

#it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #band au #au #alternate universe #short fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #richie x eddie #richie trashmouth #eddie spaghetti #so close #yet so far

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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Hello!!! First of all, this may be a lot to ask for so feel comfortable to ignore this request. DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO DO IT!

Can I request a Blade x gn! reader, comfort? In which Blade just gives them the reassurance and love that they need. (Probably modern au because of social media) Context (which is unfortunately inspired by one irl thing that happened to me):

A few weeks ago I had an argument wuth someone in which at one point I made a mistake, but I was like, ok dude, I realise my mistake, got lost in translation. But the person did a bigger mistake (details that will matter). Today... Well recently, I saw that that person posted a tik tok video about that thing and skipped that they made a HUGE mistake and didn't put it in the video, in which were shitting on me, calling me a fake fan or something among those lines. I was there like: if I'm making fun of you I'm making fun of you in my closed friends on Instagram like... Girl... The fuck. I already admitted that I made a mistake, why didn't you admit your to the public if you're going to shit on me publicly as well (lucky there were no names posted)?

And I'm just here asking in my head Blade how I can become like him, to not give a big fuck about anyone, to not care anymore to just ''delete" that person from giving me emotional damage (even if I blocked them).

Again, ignore this if you don't feel comfortable or good about writing something about this.

(Now, if you did, thank you! I don't know how to express my gratitude for you though text so, thank you!)

Hi there! Oh my gosh I’m so so sorry you went through that, I’m going to be honest I’m not the best at fics but I’ll do my best for you. Once again, I’m really sorry to hear about that, I hope my fic can bring you at least some level of comfort. Thank you for sending in an ask, I really appreciate it.

Umm I’m realizing I didn’t make it a modern au, and I made it kind of vague, I hope you don’t mind!

Blade is very touch-starved, and not used to physical affection or comforting people in general.

-Distraction-

Your boyfriend, Blade, had always amazed you. It was like nothing could ever faze him, he was always cool and collected, and even now, as he sat next to you on the couch watching you cry, he didn’t seem knocked off his balance.

He was looking at you calmly, quietly, his brow slightly knit with concern, like he was waiting for you to speak. Or waiting for your permission to do something.

“How do you do it?” you ask through tears, looking away from your phone and into your boyfriend’s beautiful orange eyes. “How are you so…calm all the time?” you explain when he doesn’t immediately answer. “How come nothing phases you?!”

He doesn’t seem to know how to respond. Blade’s rule was simple. He didn’t like being touched, and he wouldn’t touch you. But today was different. You were suffering and he has to do something.

To your surprise, he takes your hand, and squeezes it gently.

“You don’t want to know why I am the way I am,” he admits, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that this happened to you, and I know you’re feeling pain right now…just…” He’s struggling to find his words. He wasn’t good at this sort of stuff. But he was trying his best for you.

“Just who cares what they think, y/n? Why does this matter at the end of the day? Just try to let it go and forget about it, it’s for the best…”

He was right, you knew. But it was hard. You sniffle, wipe at your eyes.

“Unless…” he adds with a mischievous smile. “You want some revenge?” You know he’s joking (hopefully). THE Blade of the Stellaron Hunters, is making a joke in an attempt to get you to smile.

“No,” you say, shaking your head, and smiling. “No it’s okay, you’re right about letting it go…”

He leans against you, so that your shoulders are touching.

“Do you want to keep talking about it, or would you like a distraction from it?” he asks. And it’s amazing to you that he hasn’t done this comforting thing before. He’s actually not bad at it.

But the truth is, sweet, comforting Blade is only saved for you and you alone.

“How about…” you bite your lip, pretending to think about it. “A distraction. What did you have in mind?”

He looks hesitant, as if surprised you chose the distraction. Or…a little bit afraid.

He leans forward, making it evident he wants to kiss you.

You’ve never actually kissed Blade before. Even in your months of dating. He didn’t like to be touched. And that went double for kisses. One time you had tried to kiss his cheek and he outright dodged you.

But now here he was, pushing himself outside his comfort zone, for you.

You smile a bit. “Are you…sure?” you ask, not wanting to discourage him, but knowing this kind of stuff wasn’t his thing. Not that you minded it. You were so used to your boyfriend.

“I’m certain,” he concludes, and his lips meet yours, and he is cold but comforting. He pulls away, looking a little shaken. His hands are on your waist, and he puts his forehead on your shoulder.

“You don’t need to worry about what anyone else thinks of you, okay?” he says, still dwelling on events that made you upset.

“Okay…” you murmur. “Thank you…Blade…”

You just shared your first kiss with him…Blade…he did it to make you feel better, he did it because he loved you…he went out of his comfort zone, to make you feel happier.

“Seriously, y/n, promise me you won’t let it bother you…”

“I promise,” and you intend to uphold it. For his sake, for your sake. He was right. It didn’t matter at the end of the day. “But in return you have to teach me to be as calm as you are.”

“I am unsure how to do that,” he confesses, pulling away from you and giving you a cute, concerned look.

“That’s alright,” you smile, laugh a bit even. He was just so cute with that look on his face.

Oh, you loved Blade. Loved everything about him. And you wished you could express how thankful you were to him, but truthfully he was just happy you were starting to feel better.

“What else can I do for you?” he asks, taking your hand again and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I would do anything for you…”

“Just…stay with me a little longer.”

#Honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Blade #Blade x reader #hsr Blade x reader #honkai star rail Blade x reader #my writing

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menacetosocietyy · 1 year

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If you do not mind my request, I wonder how Joey and Frank from DbD asked male!reader out? (Separately or together are okay) And what would their daily life together look like as a couple?

I'm so sorry that it took me so long. There isn't much excuse for it so I really hope that you at least enjoy what I've written.

There is a clump of words with no spaces, so for anyone that struggles with reading those I put what it says in brackets afterwards!

THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.

Joey:

A bit romantic, and sheepish

Gets you some flowers and your favourite sweets, or favourite snacks if you don’t like sweets.

Shyly asks you while he is blushing. He took his mask off just for this.

“Y/N, I’ve uhh... I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while and… Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldpossiblygooutwithme. It’s okay if not uhm… I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship-” (the big clump says: “I was just wondering if you would possibly go out with me.” He just says it super fast.).

You would have to cut him off from digging himself a hole because he’s so nervous and worried.

When you say yes, he has the BIGGEST smile, like a little kid on Christmas that got everything they asked for.

Will take you on the sweetest date, he listened to everything you said so he knows all your favourite things and had planned accordingly.

It’s the most incredible date ever btw.

Such a caring boyfriend, a true simp.

Afterwards, if you guys don’t have a sleepover, he will take you home and with your consent, give you the softest, most loving kiss ever. You will have the wind knocked out of you and also become a simp.

Mutual simping proceeds.

If you do have a sleepover, at his place, he will lend you his clothes for you to wear. Cutest shit he has ever seen.

Idc if you're bigger than him, mans bought something in your size and made it smell like him, if you’re like me and allergic to cologne he just wore them until his smell was on ‘em. If not, he sprayed his cologne on them. Get fucked.

If you are a touchy person, you get ALL of the affection and cuddles while you guys watch movies or play games until you fall asleep.

If not, then you just watch movies or play games until you fall asleep. He will let you have your space because he is a respectful man.

We love this man.

The end.

PS: Makes some bomb-ass breakfast in the morning. Your favourite, obviously. The dude really did his research bc he didn’t wanna fuck it up.

Once y’all live together he’s a dream.

Will make breakfast for you both on the weekends so you can wake up to the smell of his immaculate cooking instead of the fire department (That will make sense soon).

On other mornings he would wake you up with kisses.

He makes sure to keep you out of the mess of his friend group because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

I think he’s a decently neat person- like he’s not a clean freak but he’s not a messy person.

If you hated a chore he’d do it instead.

He’s just… thoughtful, and not afraid to show it.

Always makes sure you are absolutely okay with everything. Like what you’re going to eat, going out to do/buy, etc.

If you have a bad day he’d be the best listener. Hype you up, comfort you, and call you out gently where it’s needed. He’s the best.

Frank:

Ah, this fucker.

So he isn’t great with emotions

Isn’t great with anything at all, tbh.

Him asking you out? Nah. He demands you go out with him.

“Hey, shithead. We’re going to dinner tonight at 7PM. I’m buying. Be ready.”

No, you don’t have a say in this, in case you’re wondering.

He also did his research, but won’t admit it.

He throws in some stuff to make it seem like he totally wasn’t planning this whole thing for a week, no not at all. (Sarcasm)

Is anxiously making sure you’re enjoying yourself, but play it off because he totally gives no fucks noo not at all. (Sarcasm x2)

Grunts and looks away at any kind of affection you show him, he’s hiding his blush, dw.

VERY jealous if anyone even so much dares to look at you the wrong way. Will kiss you hard on the mouth and make eye contact with them.

Will walk you away from them with his arm around you or just whatever you’re comfortable with (Ass preferably)

You’d have a wonderful date with him, and afterwards, it would be nearly midnight because he just wouldn’t want to let you go. But don’t let him know that you know that.

Or do, watch him get flustered and deny it. It’s funny.

Would “casually” invite you for a sleepover, like he doesn’t care or whatever (Say yes. It’s the correct answer.)

So, since you said yes, the sleepover would likely be at your place, ngl.

Would probably borrow your clothes. He looks great in them, very attractive. Menace approved.

Call him cute, he will blush and tell you to shut the fuck up.

You guys would spend the night with you underneath his arm while on the couch.

I don’t think he’s the super touchy type but he does enjoy some cuddles.

If you’re not super touchy then that's perfect! You guys can just vibe on the couch while you watch shitty horror movies (or whatever you’d like to watch).

In the morning he’d try to surprise you with breakfast which results in him: nearly burning your house down, and then telling you that you should be grateful for the burnt toast he made. He is an awful cook.

He will pay for any damages, dw.

Once you guys settle in together, have a home together and all that jazz I think he wouldn’t change much.

Occasionally waking you up with your local fire department at your door. The usual.

He’s mostly cuddly at night, he enjoys holding you while he sleeps.

Or the other way around but he will never outright admit he likes being the little spoon sometimes.

He’s the type to randomly buy you a gift since he’s absolutely dogshit with words.

Looked at an expensive wristwatch for a little too long?

Whoops, it’s on your dresser a few days later.

Don’t ask if he paid for it, there’s a 50/50 chance of him having just stolen it.

Flynn Rider wannabe lookin’ ass.

Anyway, he’s not the most expressive, a very angry man, and can’t admit that he’s soft for you BUT- he is thoughtful.

Will make sure that if you have any pet peeves he doesn’t bother them- like let's say you hate a messy house? Well, he is a walking dumpster fire but he will begin to clean up after himself more. Not completely- but more.

He’s not the greatest listener and I do believe that if he was in a bad mood he would definitely brush you off or accidentally take it out on you, but if you had a bad day and he wasn’t in one of his moods he would listen. He’s not as good as Joey but he tries. He’d probably ask outright what you needed.

He’d also be not so great/gentle at calling you out.

Would probably ask if you need the person bothering you to “disappear”.

Give points where they’re due.

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penname-artist · 1 year

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It’s kind of hard to find any good source materials that I can pluck from in regards to discussing the “yays and nays” of writing convincing PTSD, but I’m gonna take the knowledge I do have - both from my experiences and from everything I’ve picked up and learned around that - and just leave a few key points lying around like crumbs for y’all. Mostly made with writing trauma in mind:

-Though there are exceptions, for the most part, your sex and horomones may determine how you respond to stress and trauma. Higher testosterone makes it much more likely to react to trauma in a more “stereotypical” way, fighting back with aggression, deflecting, sometimes turning to addictions as means of an escape. Some of that comes from toxic masculinity, but some of it is just from having less natural emotional depth or a harder time venturing that emotional depth. (In summary: men put off therapy. A lot.)

-Meanwhile, more estrogen-based people will more often feel the emotional wringing of depression or fear, and actually become more vulnerable to getting in toxic situations. When you’re at a low point, it may be difficult to make clearer judgements, and seeking comfort for the sake of comfort might end up taking a toll like any other negative outlets. (Again with “there are exceptions” because not everybody responds in these ways, there’s definitely a uniqueness to the brain’s stress responses)

-For ye writing people, here’s some ideas on not-so-good outlets one might turn to when facing trauma: alcoholism, painkillers and substance abuse, anger outbursts (towards people or things equally), emotional outbursts, self-isolation (can be anything from leaving a virtual chat to locking ones self in a bathroom - both of which I have done, *ahem*), self-harm (note that this also includes restricting yourself from things such as food, water, communication, sleep, etc), co-dependency (ie looking for whoever will pay attention to them regardless of what that might do in the long run)

-And here’s some better ones: hobbies, games (particularly ones that require focus), physical exercise, basic self-care (look we all should be taking care of ourselves anyways but lots of us just don’t so doing that actually really fucking helps. Dude sometimes a long hot bath and Epsom salt can just make me not want to unexist), m e d i c a t i o n, t h e r a p y, positive social groups or support groups (not specifically a therapy support group, but any group that is supportive towards healing from things like PTSD), meditation- and/or just sitting with your fucking feelings and acknowledging it’s a THING

-PTSD is oftentimes this tree that grows from a root problem (this can be something like family trauma, war, assault, abuse, emotional neglect, loss, literally any situation which made the person feel helpless, physically OR emotionally) and that tree branches into various symptoms and side effects. Some of these are bigger and broader terms, like depression (feeling hopeless about ones self and life, often becoming so emotionally overrun that you’re just numb and don’t care anymore) or anxiety (sometimes social, sometimes situational, or both, or all)

-In other ways, side effects are very specific things that comes from the same source. These can (but do NOT always) include: nightmares, flashbacks, bodily tremors, tics, headaches, bowel issues, heart palpitations, and a broad category called psychosis (a big fancy word that means you sense something that is not actually there)

-On that psychosis thing, because lo and behold I fucking have that problem, it’s usually not as “real” as it’s made out to be. Even we question ourselves for the realness of it, which if anything kinda adds to the fear because sometimes you really don’t know. Anyways you can experience psychosis in a lot of ways, from hearing things to seeing types of hallucinations, to believing in the higher meaning of things around you and having types of delusions (I struggle with those the most). It can also vary in frequency. Some people see shadowy figures all the time at night. Some people hear stuff only once every blue moon. Often, they come in episodes that only last for a short period of time (hours to days)

-Another vague category is dissociation, a feeling of “spacing out” that might be kinda frequent and kinda freaky. People can dissociate in different ways so it’s a little harder to pinpoint how to feel, but to an outsider it really just looks like your brain did an Error 404 on you. Some people feel paralyzed and cannot move. Some people feel out of their own bodies. And some feel like the world around them doesn’t really exist. Whatever the case, this is closely tied to the flashbacks thing and it can really take you outside of the present moment. It’s easy to get lost.

-Trauma does not have to be around 100% of the time. Sometimes people can heal from trauma and almost function like normal again. But it may still always exist, and while manageable, some things like triggers (I want to cover those but I don’t have the time at the moment to) will still be hard to deal with and take time and gentleness to get through. Some people can overcome PTSD in months to years. Others overcome it in decades. Some never overcome it, but it gets manageable with time and taking the efforts to process and heal.

Okay that’s all I got time for this morning :’)

#PTSD #writing ptsd #trauma #writing trauma #mental health #trauma talk with pen

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scoobydoodean · 1 year

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as a long-term cas girl and heller i want to say i am living for your destiel takes. the way some fans woobify cas drives me insane though i do think it's influenced by how the show treated him at the end. but i strongly agree cas needs to be dean's saviour and pre-decided a romantic relationship was impossible. people don't talk enough about the fact there's a massive age/culture gap between them in which cas has more power in virtually every way (if this were a m/f pairing with a human woman there would be more discourse about this imo, destiel is the m/m version of this very popular interspecies romance trope). anyway as someone who is not even a dean girl it's apparent to me that castiel is NOT a safe person for dean to love since EVER (if one interprets dean as repressing romantic feelings it's because that'd cause him even more pain than cas has already brought him).

🙏 The show absolutely treated Cas terribly, and one of the most frustrating things for me is the lack of resolution to his need to fall on a sword—how he is always trying to martyr himself and that... isn't resolved. Leaving that character note—letting it stand—is very much like letting Dean die young and bloody. Like. They both got ends they predicted in some sense, coming from a part of themselves that thought very lowly of their own worth as individuals? And I think that's extremely sad. Like. He got to confess his love and I love that, but at what cost, you know? I would absolutely love to see a canon resolution to that storyline that's satisfying and allows Cas to heal and grow out of the unilateral, lone wolf decision-maker situation.

Yeah Cas literally beat Dean bloody in an alley using his superior strength, and large swaths of destiel fandom think that's hot and it's just a big joke, but then loose their fucking minds with rage when Dean in season 10, under the influence of the MOC which is actually altering his personality, beats Castiel up using his now superior strength. The whole thing is just stupid. I actually think the age and cultural gap is something Dean struggles with a lot, and uses to excuse Cas's actions a lot, thinking he just can't understand him. Like. Dean knows Cas cares about him. The rest? It's just confusing. Like. I don't accept the actors feelings as being established canon or as forcing certain interpretations, but Jackles kind of implied he plays Dean this way—that Dean isn't sure what the things Cas does mean because he doesn't know if Cas is coming from things at the same frame of reference as him or if Cas is thinking about things from some weird angelic perspective... and Cas's actions give Dean a lot of reasons to be confused. He gives Cas a LOT of leeway over things I would have made a way bigger deal out of I think partly because of this.

It is sad that Cas isn't a person Dean could confess romantic feelings to if he has them (which—I think he probably does?), though I think another issue is just that. They are all always doing things. Like. They are CONSTANTLY busy with one thing after another. When would Dean ever have the space to even evaluate that, much less choose if he trusts Cas enough to tell him. Even Cas, on his side, only confessed because it presented an opportunity to save Dean (and die in the process jfc). Otherwise, it seems like he was probably cool with just... keeping silent about it forever? And I think one of the other things we don't talk about enough, is that these dudes are like... fucked up. They have PTSD. They have severe trauma, and there are a lot of emotional issues they are trying to contend with, so when exactly are they supposed to figure out whether they want to be open about romantic feelings and how? They are trying to deal with trauma from being lobotomized and tortured and possessed etc etc etc.

#spn finale poo poo #mail

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w1cked-w1tch · 1 year

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I'm glad people are liking my captains vs espada post! I put a lot of thought into it and it's not even everything I wanted to write lol let's let my autism dissect Mayuri some more, shall we?

Ashisogi Jizo being a baby I think has more to do with Mayuri's obsession with creating life. I have yet to decide if I think it being a Jizo has any real significance or not. Theres a ton of Buddhist symbols where zanpakuto are concerned and thus far its been hard to parse out what's there because it's relevant to the character and what's there because Kubo thought it was neat. I fully plan on looking more into it at some point though, maybe there will be another essay about that in the future.

Ashisogi Jizo, and more specifically Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo, plays HEAVILY into the aposematism aspect of his character design. Mayuri very much wants to broadcast "don't fuck with me, I'm poisonous and I'll fuck you up" which is..... interesting. Why poisonous instead of venomous, and how do we know? Aposematism occurs in both kinds of animals right? Well, think about it. Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo is a giant caterpillar thing, right? There ARE venomous caterpillars, but they're spiky or hairy. Ashisogi Jizo is not. Mayuri does make HIMSELF look this way, but why hasn't he made Ashisogi Jizo spiky or hairy? We know that he can. Both the sealed form AND his shikai have been made to look somewhat spiky. We know he can alter the appearance of a zanpakuto spirit. So why doesn't he do it?

If you don't want to dig too deep into it, you could just say "he just wants to be the poison/venom bug man cuz he's a weirdo" which..... true..... BUT! There are a couple things that don't quite fit here. Mayuri Kurotsuchi is underweight. He's 5'8 and 119 lbs (174 cm and 54kg). Dudes real thin. Look at how big he makes himself look with this clothing.

Now, this could feed into the aposematic shtick. Lots of animals who use aposematism use displays that make themselves look bigger than they are. Except...... they only do it when they think they're being actively threatened. Who in their right mind would make themselves a threat to Mayuri Fucking Kurotsuchi inside the seireitei? Nobody is threatening his position or his safety. No this is a perceived threat to his more intimate, squishy parts. His emotions.

His attitude feeds into this. Yeah, crazy mad scientist guy, thinks he's the best in the whole wide world. That trope doesn't require the shitty ass attitude though. During the battle with Szayelaporro, when he's looking at Nemu after Szayelaporro uses Gabriel and emerges from her its drawn out. He stares at her for a while, it felt like an eternity the first time I watched it. And he looks...... upset. Sad. It's barely perceptible, you could easily miss it and I thought I was imagining things until we see him staring again later in the fight with a completely blank expression.

Mayuri is softer than he lets on. Softer than he wants ANYONE to see, and he uses his appearance and his venomous attitude to keep people at bay. To keep people from seeing his soft white underbelly. His vulnerability. I'm certain he has a lot of fun with his appearance, it's a cool concept and I can't imagine how much fun it must be playing around with it. But there's a reason nobody but Nemu ever sees him without it. I have a similar experience with makeup and shitty attitude. My appearance in public is a physical representation of the wall I've built. My makeup is a physical mask. My facial expressions are a deterant. My shitty attitude usually takes care of anyone brave enough to still approach me. I love makeup, I love fashion, and I have a lot of fun putting together the version of me other people see.

So, from my perspective, Mayuri's appearance is absolutely a representation of his weirdness and his scientific mind but it's also a representation of his fear. This is why I think Mayuri is poisonous, rather than venomous. All of the offensive posturing is a bluff meant to scare you away. The venom he wants you to believe he has doesn't exist. Poison certainly has built up in his system, like a monarch caterpillar, so if you "eat" him you will feel the effects, but he's nowhere near as dangerous as he'd like you to believe. I think some subconscious part of his brain wants somebody to figure it out and thats why he hasnt modified Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo to look venomous.

Maybe I'm just projecting though who knows🤷‍♀️ what I DO know is that I'd let him do all kinds of weird, nasty things to me. For science of course.

#mayuri kurotsuchi

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