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vashtijoy · 26 days

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have you seen the commentary from the p5r artbook going around? the shuake part of my dash is losing it a bit at the implication that their wishes were mutual!!! that seems to be what some people are getting from the commentary at least… amy insights?

Hi! I have been through the artbook. It's great, isn't it? :D

The image above is called "One Ending", and the creator caption (by illustrator Akane Kabayashi) reads:

When I think about how Akechi's wish was to play chess after school with the protagonist, I almost want to call him out with "You liked him after all, didn't you!"

Look at that. We're told about Akechi's wish, and what it included. We're as good as told outright that he likes Joker—and this isn't the only time, there's also this:

—There are a whole lot of things we can imagine, based on how the protagonist was depicted as someone special to Akechi. Those are more or less the exact emotions represented during Akechi's confidant. (Mumon Usuda, chief designer)

"someone special" here is 特別な存在 tokubetsuna sonzai—literally "a special presence". It means a special person, and more than that; it describes someone you find compelling, someone you can't look away from, someone who becomes one of your most important people, the centre of your world. It's another term that is often romantic, but isn't necessarily romantic.

(In the same way, I think Kabayashi's suki jan! is more tongue-in-cheek than it is a cast-iron confirmation that Akechi was canonly in love with Joker. The language there is teasing, it's ambiguous, it's baity; Kabayashi is joking. This is a rank 6—as they say, if you know, you know. But it is of course ultimately up to all of you.)

There's another mention of this image, down in the creator interview:

Out of all the Maruki ending illustrations, it was Akechi's that stuck with me the most. It made such an impression to see them opening up as friends, having a fun, peaceful time together like high school students should. (Mumon Usuda, chief designer)

What really strikes me in all of this is the emphasis the creators put on the fact that this is Akechi's illustration, Akechi's wish. Because I've thought for a while that we know Akechi has a wish. You can see him struggling with his refusals to Maruki in the first week of January. And you can hear his wish spoken—when Maruki repeats it back to him, during the boss fight, on 2/3:

Maruki {F1 81}君たちとなら、君も過ちのない道を歩めるかも知れないじゃないか！ {F1 81}-kun-tachi to nara, kimi mo ayamachi no nai michi o ayumeru kamoshirenai ja nai ka! If you're with {F1 81}―kun and his friends, you could begin to atone for what you've done! Think about it! With [Amamiya]-kun and his friends beside you, you could choose a path with no mistakes as well!

So this wish has several parts. First, there's that kimi mo, "you also"; it's tempting to read this as Maruki also wanting his new world to erase his past mistakes. Second, there's the first part, "if you're with [Amamiya]-kun and his friends". Where to even start here?

Being with Joker and the others is a prerequisite for the second half of Akechi's wish. It doesn't just coexist, it enables the rest of it. Just like his words in the engine room, "I wonder why we couldn't have met a few years earlier, [Ren]..."

Remember, Akechi's whole arc is about his rejection of trust and friendship, and his insistence on doing everything himself. This is precisely what Futaba calls him out on—"you trusted no one", or "you played life in single-player mode". This is what he unlearns at the climax of the engine room, when he realises he isn't prepared to let the others die—and follows through to save them.

Akechi is nothing without others, and he knows it. Without their support, which he believes he has no right to, he has no hope of living a better life, even were he to be given the chance—and he knows that, too. He has learned, and he has grown—and yet he knows the things he needs and wants so badly are forever inaccessible.

And his wish is about all the Phantom Thieves, not just Joker. There are many tiny references to this end—not least the original Japanese rank 10 line for his confidant, where he sacrifices himself for all of you. Joker is his compelling presence, his someone special, but he's formed small bonds with the others too, God help him.

and then there's the crime thing

The localisation frames Akechi's wish in terms of atonement, but that's not what's on offer. You cannot, after all, atone for things you never did. We see Akechi's wish put into practice, in the Maruki ending, where he appears with his friends beside him, wholly innocent and with unstained hands. And we see it in the first week of January, after he has finally met Maruki and spoken to him:

Akechi: Ah, that reminds me—there was one more thing I wanted to tell you. Akechi: About the reality Maruki's put us in... Akechi: It seems that Okumura and Wakaba are both considered alive by all accounts. [Ren: They're not dead anymore? / What do you mean?] Akechi: They aren't mere illusions, or cognitive beings—they truly are alive and existing in this world. Akechi: In fact, their deaths seem to have never taken place at all in this reality. [Ren: What happened to Shido?] Akechi: Shido was the only one arrested on the crime of attempting to overthrow the government... Akechi: It seems the Phantom Thieves were causing a stir in this society as well, but there's no record of your arrest now. Akechi: Basically, in this reality, you and I haven't committed any crimes.

While Akechi still remembers his crimes, they never took place. They have been undone, and only his lingering memory—and Joker's, at this point—speaks to them. He objects to this on countless levels, he summons all the strength he has to refuse it, but don't make the mistake of thinking that means he doesn't want it. This is Akechi's wish in action.

People are often very certain that Akechi's resolve in the third semester is like iron—that he rejects Maruki's offers right away, is never tempted, never wavers. But that can't be true. We know he's afraid to die. We know about the bad end where you don't complete the Palace, where Akechi says nothing and stares at the floor, seemingly blaming himself internally while all the others blame themselves aloud, for being unable to say no to Maruki's temptations. We know how he responds to this assertion of Maruki's—Maruki, who has perfectly summed up what we know all the other PTs wanted, and who (even if Word of God hadn't just confirmed Akechi's wish) we have, honestly, no reason to doubt.

Because Akechi never refutes this wish that Maruki describes. He never says he doesn't want it. He just rejects it—like all the others, who so desperately want what Maruki could give them. Futaba's mother, Haru's father. Akechi's life, and his innocence. And the people who might have been his friends, if he could dare, one day, to ask.

Akechi is tested just like the others, and the price he pays for his defiance is perhaps the highest of all.

and finally

[The Maruki ending illustrations are] of Maruki's world, where everyone's wishes are granted and they seem happy. The scene shows their actualised wishes, which were never granted in the real world. (Mumon Usuda, chief designer)

We shouldn't forget the price Akechi pays for his impossible wish. Sure, the vision of himself being altered like Sumire clearly haunts him, and I'm sure it made the choice easier—but I don't think it made it that easy. Instead of taking the dream Maruki offered him, Akechi chose to face up to what he'd done, and who he'd become; at the very end, in the third semester and in the engine room, he always makes the right choice.

And that choice was taken away from him. Agency over his life and death, his own acts, and who he would even be—Joker and Maruki take it all away from him and make him a puppet, just like Shido.

Maruki's ending isn't pretty.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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Do it already (m)

Pairing: best friend's brother!Chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, slice of life

Word count: 6.5k

tags: actor!chan, childhood friends!chan, possessive!chan, yearning!reader, plot rich, reader with tits, reader masturbation, kitchen counter sex, reference to drugs, oral (giving and receiving), mouth fucking, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink, unprotected sex. tender love and care

Summary: You and the Lee siblings were like three peas in a pod. That didn't last long when Chan went for his dream and left you and sister to yourselves. That was no problem since she was the best friend you could ever have. Now he's back, hot, fit, oozing sex appeal and you're wondering what it'll take for him to rail you like a train on tracks.

author note: this banner took 3 minutes to make. It's take a lot shorter if i didn't have so many spelling errors. point is this banner is the coolest bc i found a template already premade. it's been a while since i wrote a lengthy chan thing that wasn't just smut so, here you go. enjoy! and thank you to everyone that voted on the poll to make this happen. also, every thought the reader had been once my own, I overindulged once again

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You remember Chan eating dirt at the ripe age of 5. You were the cause of it. You thought it was funny to make a dirt and worms pie with real dirt and worms. You were right. He’s hated you since.

His sister, Chanmi, agreed with you. She thought you were really funny. Chan eventually got over the dirt pie, and found it incomplete without your presence. You became best friends after that and basically followed them everywhere. You always wanted siblings and since mom couldn’t afford to push out anymore, you settled on being fake siblings with the Lees.

Then Chan decided to pursue his dreams when he was 14. That was okay. You had more in common with Chanmi, anyway. His disappearance made you and Chanmi closer. She relied on you and you doted on her. It was a mutual symbiotic relationship. You couldn’t see a life without each other.

You ended up in the same college as well, living across the hall from each other in the same dormitory. Now you really couldn’t see a life without her.

When it was time to graduate, you really worried you’d drift apart by now. When she reassured you wouldn’t, you trusted her word, as she trusted yours when you made that same commitment. It was time to commemorate it, so in came your joint graduation party. Your families and mutual friends had joined together and celebrated the end of an era. You would now go off into a world that you feared more than it would fear you. But you had Chanmi. You couldn’t imagine a better person to do it with.

Chan had hardly crossed your mind in all these years until the very moment he walked through your front door. You could hardly recognize him in the Armani blazer and dress shoes, but it was him. He had the same sharp yet attentive brown eyes since he was a teenager. He was simply all grown up now, as have you. Chan had come to visit a few times in the time he’s been gone but you only ever saw him a brief passing, caught up in your own life.

Once our eyes have landed on him, it’s as if time has stopped. The acting school must’ve done this because his image seemed to be crafted in utter perfection. He was slightly taller than you remember, chiseled than you remember, and the least of all, more handsome than you remembered. You emphasize that you never saw Lee Chan attractive, not once, but here you were, devouring every detail of him.

He saunters over with flowers in his arms–noticeably two bouquets, one full of daisies and another with sunflowers–and stands before you and your best friend with a smile on his face. He congratulates Chanmi, handing her the bouquet of sunflowers and a hug, and within earshot saying how he knew she could do it.

Then came you. The expression on his face is something you’ve never seen him make. It bordered the line of surprised, startled, perhaps aroused, and you don’t know what to make of it. You clenched your legs anxiously before you pushed yourself up from your seat, seeing how much taller he really gotten since. It was funny since you had gotten used to being the taller one in your youth but it seems some of that has changed, along with everything about him.

“Congratulations, Y/n.” He hands you your daisies, unable to tear his gaze from you, fingers brushing against yours as he places them in your hands and electricity flows through you both.

“No hug,” you ask, trying it. His grin gets wider, arms now coming around you, and you feel his larger than life biceps close in a tight embrace. The scent that entered your personal circle now engulfed your senses, blackberries and cream. He smelled sweet, comforting, and if you help it, down right edible.

You sigh, hugging closer, closing your eyes to fully appreciate his warmth and he spoke to a lethally soft tenor, “You’re looking good, Dirt cake. Welcome to adulthood.”

He felt strong and safe, yet left you breathless when he smoothed his hand over your back. You wonder how there can be so much tension in a seemingly platonic gesture. He makes you feel like the only other person to exist, but it ends when he pulls away, and his ghost lingers over your form.

The attention is all on him when his parents see Chan arrive, proud to have gotten the family back together again. Your parents greet him the same, having once known him to be a placeholder of a son they would’ve loved to have. Everyone is joyous.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, the rest of the party or the rest of the night that matter, thinking only what he’d like underneath those clothes. As children, you’ve had your fair share of beach days, pool parties, joint family vacations to rented lake houses, but that was a time when Lee Chan wouldn’t even be considered in your dating pool. You were both children, almost like family at some point, and thinking of him in any manner besides that was icky. So, so icky.

But you’d be lying if you didn’t watch him tear off that blazer and put it away in a closet. His muscles ripple through his expensive dress shirt, sleeves pulled up to cut off at the elbows, revealing blue veins so thick and pulsing you imagine how they’d feel against your tongue at the sight of them. You lie in bed at the thought of them, overwhelmed at the pool it causes between your legs and goes to reclaim your arousal. Your digits languidly follow the trail of their escape and bite on your other pillow to muffle your ache.

Your head throws back into the duvet as you plunge two eager digits in your sopping core. The perfect arch you make goes unnoticed in your lonesome. You pleasure yourself in solitude, when in your mind one other person takes your fingers’ place.

“Cum all over me, sweet angel. I can feel you close.”

He had never uttered those words in his life, at least not you, but can hear them almost as clear as day.

Your hips slew in a circular type motion. Your moans get more curt as you bite hard into the cotton felt. Legs tense up, lifting off the bed, and hushed whimpers are all you communicate as you’re overcome with your release, taking the time for your legs to settle down. Your pulse would take a longer time to process your journey. Chan was still on your mind after all. Along with all the guilt built up from the considered betrayal you’ve made to his sister, your best friend, you were wondering if you could ever face her, or Chan, again.

“Oh my god, when was the last time we were out together like this?”

Chanmi’s enthusiasm combated your desire to hide away forever from guilt. You pick apart your burger, making sure there were no pickles as you’ve requested, and humming content as your message was received. “3-4 years. If you include that lunch, Chan took off in 10 minutes.”

The culprit chuckled, depositing a fry in his mouth. “I'm in high demand. You should be proud to be sitting so close to me.”

Chanmi snickers, shoving a nugget in his face, “Here, shove this in your pie hole.”

He happily accepts the excuse to shut up and enjoys it like it’s the most delicious thing on earth. “Yummy.”

You all laugh at his lighthearted nature and talk as if no time has passed. It’s familiar, warm, but jarring, because seeing you all united together proved that time came with age, and apparently for Chan, a new appreciation for a fully equipped gym.

He’s the same personality-wise, but you can’t help but focus on the physical. Looking at him while talking felt like he had been body swapped with some foreign adonis. You don’t forget the more stylish hair cut he sports, tapering slightly short at his sides and longer up top. He was becoming everything he meant to be.

“How’s shooting,” you curiously ask, “I’m sure it’s really exciting to be working on a bigger project like this.”

Chan took off the middle of your childhood to enroll in a boarding performing arts school. He wanted to pursue acting professionally one day, and he believed the networking and immersion of the curriculum would allow him to hone that skill. He made a pretty penny doing TV commercials in his attendance there, but his senior year he finally got cast in a small film. His mini break.

He played a minor role but got all the perks of a lead, besides the fame. He pushed himself hard to get recognized in his field of work. Corpses on criminal mind-esque shows, taking on five-minute extra characters, becoming a regular on a cable show with a beloved modest fandom, and finally now he’s done it. He was going to be a lead on an online streaming series that would be broadcasted internationally. Although, he hadn’t gotten the male love interest he strived for. He had claimed the role of the second love interest instead, and everyone always loved the second lead more than the first, he rationalized.

“It’s so exciting. Everyone is so talented and cool. I almost can't believe it.” He expresses with an excited glint in his eyes.

“It’s a big deal,” You cover his hand with yours, squeezing it affectionately. “You deserved this.”

You exchange proud smiles at each other. You wish you could feel the warmth from his lips as he lets out a quiet “thank you” as he places his over hand on top of yours. This feels too tender to be real, and you wonder how you could ever have noticed those creased smile eyes in the past.

The moment is interrupted when a text tone goes off and Chanmi claims it. “Oh, gotta go. I have a date.”

Chan rolled his eyes as his giddy sister hops out of her chair, releasing himself from your hands, and they suddenly drop cold. “Can't believe you planned a date in one of the few days I’m in town.”

Chanmi lands a quick peck on your cheeks and sticks her tongue at brother in defiance, scurrying away in a quick farewell and she’s gone behind those double doors of the restaurant. This leaves you three: you, Chan, and the impending arousal that slicks your walls for being alone with him any longer than a second.

“It’s crazy isn’t it,” Chan breaks your silence, “you guys graduating, me being in a lead. It’s so wild how far we’ve come.”

You nod, “It really is. Everything’s different now.”

“Well, besides school, what else has happened? Now’s the time to catch up.”

You hummed, “where do I start?”

Let’s see where you could start.

The moment you walk right through that front door, I cannot stop thinking about your hands on my body how you would press me up against a wall and fuck me senseless, stupid, or just straight up use me until I can’t even remember my own name. It’s been only a few days since I last saw you, but every day since then I thought about you. I touch myself to the thought you. I wondered how you would say my name. I wonder if you would say my name at all. I even wondered what you would want me to call you, if that was even necessary. For you, I would lay my body with only the purpose of fulfilling every one of your desires. I’d have myself milk you until the end of our days.

You kept that to yourself. You were ashamed those words even ran through your mind in the brief moment it did, and you held your breath. “Well, since college is over, I can focus on the internship I got into. It’s a lot less intense than I’m expecting, just waiting for that adrenaline to pick up when it does.”

“You’re so grown up. I can believe I missed that.” There’s so much tenderness and fondness in his eyes.

I could say the exact same about you.

“So, Chanmi’s dating. You seeing anyone lately?”

If I was, they’d be gone the second I saw you.

“No, not really,” you respond, averting your gaze to your drink, “college guys kind of suck if I’m being honest.”

Humor is evident as Chan stifles a laugh, wiping away the reminder of his sandwich away from his face. “That I’ve heard of. Good. You deserve more than a guy just trying to get his dick wet.”

You halt, pleasure churning in your stomach at his vulgar language, hunching over the diner table in anguish. The pool of arousal spreads further. “That’s one way to put it. And you? Anyone caught your eye?”

Please say no. For the love of god and Buddha, say no.

“No luck on my end, either.”

Fuck yes.

“Oh, well, that sucks.”

“I have had a lot of work on my hands, so I don’t really fall into the practice of dating. I guess I’m just taking things as they come”

You nod, completely aligned with him. You didn’t see the point in dating apps if its purpose was only to put you out there in the world. You did plenty of that on your own.

“And sex?” What are you doing?

He snorts, his pearly whites on display. “What about sex?”

Stop before you’re in too deep. “Are you having any?” For Christ's sake.

He bites his lip, amused, taking the last sip from his sprite before setting it aside. “At the moment, no. Why? Are you offering?”

YES.

“No,” you scratch your head, blinking in feign innocence, “just gathering intel to sell to paparazzi before you become a superstar and leave us.”

He crumbles up a napkin, a scrunched up smile on his face, before launching it at you, “You jerk. And no, I’m not fucking anyone.”

God, the way he cusses feels like drugs in my veins.

“Are you asking because you are,” he asks, “are you having sex with someone?”

There’s a sense of childish curiosity in his voice, like peers gossiping about the latest tea, but beneath it is something else. He circles his drink from his hands, eyes locked in place, mouth dropped in a way that screams ‘I dare you to answer’ and how his jaw tenses up after immediately asking, sets a fire into your inner thighs.

You let out a suffocated breath, pinching the skin of your thigh to snap you back into reality before the heat in his gaze singed your mouth shut. “Nope.”

He hums, relief grazing his harsh brows. “Not hung up on anyone?”

“No. Need an ex to be hung up with someone,” you quickly answer, before the bitter taste of regret stings your tongue.

“Interesting.”

You narrow at him. “What's so interesting about it?”

You want me. Just say it so I can lunge across this table to get to you.

“I haven’t seen you in years and you’re beautiful, smart, single. It doesn’t sound right.” He answers with a shrug.

Call me beautiful one more time. I will suck your dick right now under this table. I don’t care about being caught.

“There’s not really a reason, it’s just how it is. And maybe I’m not looking. Considered that?”

The only person I’m looking at is right in front of me—God, I can smell your cologne from here. Fuck. I want to devour you.

“Maybe, but me personally, I’d sweep you up before any guy could get the chance.” He chuckles.

Then do it. Stop teasing me.

“Chanmi would probably kill me tho. Probably say it’d ruin our dynamic.”

Oh shit. Here you were, lost in a head fogged up with lust and you hadn’t considered your best friends seeing you get shacked up with her brother. You were betraying her every second you though about her brother in a lewd sense. Although, she made no indication she’d be bothered by such a thing, but who wouldn’t? You weren’t going to let yourself off on a technicality.

“Don’t think we have much to worry about, though. I think we’ll be just fine.”

His words were like an anchor dropped in your gut. You didn’t know what was worse. Messing around with your best friend’s brother or the possibility of him rejecting the idea before it even started. You lose feelings in your legs, exhaling through your nose, and cry a little on the inside. You force an agreeing smile on your face. “Yeah. Chanmi doesn’t have to worry about anything.”

The meal comes to a close and you tell Chan you should get going home and he insists on driving. You were insane if you were going to spend another second in his presence, knowing fully well how he made you feel. He’s basically rejected you. It was over. Quit trying.

“Let me know if the AC is too cold. I can turn it down.”

You were that insane.

“All good.”

You sit in silence. The radio envelopes the air and you interlock your hands in discomfort, while Chan focuses on the road. It's not a long drive from your place, but it sure felt like it was. But it gave you all the time to reflect. You needed some of that. Maybe you could get your common sense back.

Of course, Lee Chan wasn’t going to fall for you. Not like this. Maybe if you and his sister weren't attached at the hip, it’s possible. But then again, he would be living a life of fame, the spotlight, other people way hotter and more suitable for him. Face facts.

“So, since you haven’t dated anyone, I’m assuming you’re a virgin.”

Oh. He was going to keep going.

“Um, not quite,” you chuckle nervously.

He raises a brow. “So, you lied to me.”

You shake your head, “Of course not. I’m not having sex right now with anyone or a single person consistently, if that’s what you were saying, but I’ve had sex.”

“Did you?”

Something in his tone makes you want to turn your head to his side. You don’t regret your decision seeing the whites of his knuckles as he grips the wheel. His voice may have sounded friendly, but he held himself taut, visibly restraining himself.

Oh, Chan.

“Yeah. I didn't consider them exes, just flings,” you thought to add.

“Flings.” He repeats.

You grin to yourself. “Yeah. I think a few times in high school and then a few more in college.”

“My, my. Aren’t you all grown up now?” You can almost hear him gritting his teeth, and you relished in it.

“Well, this is me.” You point at the building Chan forces himself to park at. He tightens his jaw in view, tapping the leather of the wheel in contemplation. Possibly at the revelation you’ve revealed to him. You lean in where your face comes into view, smiling an innocent smile. “Want to come in, Chan?”

You can see the dilemma in his eyes. There's a war going on his brain and either way, he was losing. Inevitably, he helps you unbuckle his seat before deciding to do the same thing to him. He plays your game with a humorless smile. “Why not?”

When you’re finally alone in the comfort of your home, it took everything in you to not jump him right then and there. His eyes scan over your living area, taking in the kick knacks, the tchotchkes you bought over time. It was as if he was rediscovering you, all of you, and for some reason, that made you more nervous than anything else. But that meant he was curious about you. He wanted to know more past what he saw as a child. He wanted to see you.

He snorts, crossing his arms, eyes finally landing on you. “I like your apartment. Am I the only guy you brought here you haven’t fucked?”

That could change.

You shrug, gallantly walking further and further away from him. “I don’t usually bring people over here. If I’m hooking up, it’s usually at their place.”

You let him watch. His eyes trained on your walk, a resisted urge tempted in every step you take. “You know that’s incredibly dangerous, right?”

“Anymore dangerous than letting them know where I live?” you retort.

He saunters over to you, side grinning in challenge. “Why are you trusting towards me?”

“Because,” you mimic his arms, “We have nothing to worry about. You said so.”

He glares down at you, taking one step closer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Whatever do you mean, friend?”

He cocks his head, “You’re really testing your luck aren’t you, Y/n?”

You shrug, an obvious grin on your face, “I’m not testing anything. Exactly what are you implying?”

“Don’t push me, Y/n. You don’t want to find out what happens.”

“That’s funny,” now you’re the one backing him in a corner, pushing him, showing him, knee his shins until his fingers grip back in the arm of a couch, saying words you only ever dared to think, “Maybe don’t be a coward and fuck me already.”

His breath noticeably hitches and drinks in your assertion and feeds you back tenfold, pushing himself off the couch and colliding your lips, and a shock of immense arousal takes over your body. Goosebumps pebble your skin and involuntarily you moan in the lip lock, taking you longer than necessary to realize that Chan has backed you against a wall.

Your hand crawls into his hair, pushing him down to deepen your kiss as his hard member prods at your stomach. Hands run down to catch him, his clothed cock in your hands, feel how the zipper of his pants constricts him from taking up any more space, and you help spring him free.

“All this fat cock all for me? Chan, you shouldn’t have,” you playfully comment.

“It's what you wanted, isn't it?” He thrusts up against you, hiking up your leg to dig into your already pulsing core. “You want me to want you. To fuck you? Is that it?”

“Yes.” You answer definitely. “I want you to want me so bad it hurts. Just as badly as I want you.”

“It’s not some addiction you have? Move on from one fuck thing to the next?” He questions, venom on his tongue. He speaks with doubt, but his body defies him, drawn to you like opposing ends of a magnet, in need of you as much as you were in need of him.

“I don’t say things I don't 100 percent mean, Chan. If I wanted to just fuck you, I’d do it already.” You squeeze around him slightly tighter, wrapping your fingers around strands of his hair harder, hearing that stuttering grunt of his to reveal itself. “There's fucking, and then there’s you, Chan. I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to worship you.”

You catch a glimpse of his reaction to your startling response before lightly shove him off of you to get on your knees, scraping them against the textured wood. Lowering yourself gave a good view of the shift in his eyes, watching how they go from pure animosity to earth shattering enthrallment. Your hands come up to his hips, fingering from the waistband of his briefs and pulling it down with his pants, just to push it aside. His cock is big, hard, veiny, perfect to push down your throat.

You wrap your fingers around his girth, fingers trailing over his veins, counting the estimated inches. Disappointment didn’t even cross your mind.

“You have such a pretty, pretty cock,” you gasp, “have you thought about it? My lips wrapped around your cock. I know I have.”

Chan’s bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth. His eyes dilate as your lips purse over the curve of his tip, kissing the slit. His mind then settles on your previous words, wondering what they entail. “Worship? With that kind of offer, I’d hate to refuse. What about you?”

“What about me?” His shaft hugs the curve of your cheek.

“If you’ll worship me, what’ll happen to you?”

Your smile stretches across your face before kissing his length between speeches. “Well, if you let me. I’ll be all yours. Your tits”—kiss—“ass,”—kiss—“your pussy,”—“your mouth. I’ll be all yours.”

Chan can’t help but smile with you. His hand finds a way to thread through your hair, getting a good angle tug, and ripping a flirtatious giggle from your lips. “I get all that? Deal of the century.”

You hum in agreement before you feel him hug the inside of your mouth, fluttering your eyes at his size. Your tongue runs along his skin, taking it calmly, slowly. You make sure you’re breathing from your nose, savoring every second.

Chan breathes out controlled breaths, boring his lust driven gaze into your presence. His cock is more than pleased in your hot, wet mouth coating him in drool Your sweet, swollen lips were like the cherry on top of sundae. They were gloriously full and glossy getting him off. “Your lips are perfect around me. And this mouth is mine, you say?”

You nod as you bob down, not expecting him to thrust inside you, flinching against the wall. He puts either hand on either side of your head, holding you in place. Your eyes shut tight, feeling him twitching in your throat before pulling out. A ribbon of translucency stretches from your lips to his head.

“My pretty, little mouth.”

There is a darkness in which he stares at you, like releasing of pandora’s box. He was lost in power, greed, filth. Whatever it was, you were ready for more and you didn’t mind what it took. He pets your hair, dragging his fingers from root to tips, saying his scary final words before he fills your cheeks more with his cock. “Cherish that last breath. You’ll need it.”

Your head stays pinned to the wall, cock plunged in your mouth, the view of Chan’s unfailing erection and groin the only sight you’re able to take in this moment of suffocation. He wasn’t slow with it and he didn’t plan to be. Groaning, his hips push in your mouth, the back of your head hitting the wall behind you with every thrust, and the length flossing the pipe of your throat. You become a makeshift version of a glory hole. Your hands steady themselves on his hips until they are forced to pin above your head.

You wretch at his sheer force, but take every inch. Your tears burn your cheeks, feeling the tremble of your limbs. You cough, gag, swallowing him as you’re pushed past your normal limits and finally meet the base of his cock. He rams in you, lips to lap, mouth stretched and sore. Full didn’t even begin to describe how it felt for him to fuck your mouth like this.

He shows mercy when he feels close, thrusting in all the way and holds in your mouth for an exact five seconds until he lets you go. Your saliva and his pre-cum dribble all over your chin and neck, but a dazed smile on your face despite the mess. A hand to your neck, he pulls you up from the ground, pressing you full bodily back in the wall.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty fucking whore.” he hisses.

His hand invades the depths of your pants. Your sopping folds are easy to find as they coat his fingers like syrup, sweet and thick. “Pussy’s mine, hmm? Ass too?”

“Yes. yes, take all of me.” You impulsively part your legs, the gateway of your throat closing up as his grip gets tights. All the stars you were seeing shined brighter than the stars in the damn sky.

Chan tugs off your bottoms, throws it aside like garbage and lifts you on top of a kitchen counter. The cool marble stings your ass cheeks but you hardly notice as Chan nose deep in your pussy. His fingers dig deeper, tongue flicking starved at your entrance. “Sweet Jesus, you’re fucking wet. Fucking dripping down my arm.”

“I wasn’t lying to you, Chan.” Your leg hangs off his shoulder, feeling light as his tongue makes himself home in your warmth. “I want you, every part of you.”

They were more than enough words of encouragement as he’s lost in your thighs. The curve of his lips suck on your clit, eliciting a moan and would forever be ingrained to every wrinkle of his brain. His fingers–now down to his knuckles–traveling you at an unforgivable pace. He makes it known that he’d give you what you want, anything and everything in between, but he wouldn’t give you his patience.

His hand comes down at you hard on the center of your core, rubbing between every strike as he licks deep stripes, causing your whines of ache to grow louder. “More, Chan please. Touch my pussy more, like that.”

Your pain receptors could usually take so much pain, but with Chan, you’d sacrifice your nerves just to have him cum covering every inch of your body.

Swiftly, he reveals his upper body. Taut, firm muscles, packed in every region. Gleaming with sweat, his honey glazed abs flexes from the tension in his stomach. God, it was better than you ever imagined.

You watch as his strong arms pull you closer in his mouth. He latches on you like a leech, draw circles, finger fucking you until you’re drawing out his name in short bursts. Your jaw drops slack, clenching around his tongue, and pressing himself against you until you’re close. Oh, so close.

He pulls off at the worst moment and before you could protest, you taste your arousal on his tongue, feeling him pull off your blouse in the process. Tits in either of his hands, he roughly squeezes them, pinching tight at your stiff peaks enough for you to let out high pitched screeches. “Chan hurts!”

“Good.” He takes one in his mouth, nibbling one in his teeth before pinching the other one just as hard as before. You’re stuck between pain and pleasure, but as liquid escapes past your legs and the victor is clear.

“My tits…taste so sweet…like honey.” he mumbles.

You feel loved, worshiped, wet. You were wrapped around his finger, and if you get to be soe lucky, he’d feel that same way about you. After he’s done swelling your skin, he’s escorting you to what clearly is your room despite the first time of him being there and he dumps you on the bed.

“Ass in front, right now.”

Promptly, you do as he says, getting on all fours on the bed, lifting your ass welcome for him to take.

“Spread wider. I want to see that pretty pussy.”

Your legs naturally part further, the pigment of your sensitive flesh clear on display. Chan takes initiative. Putting himself between your divide, his tongue finding that familiar sweetness he parted with only a few minutes ago. “You taste so fucking good. I forgot all about saying that while in there earlier. You seem to do that to me.”

His hands come over the flesh of your ass, the sting of his hand is momentary before his tongue’s presence takes over, tasting you, inhaling you delicious scent, “Condom?” He manages to breathe out.

You shake your head, perspiration trailing your forehead. “But I’m clean, and on the pill. Like I said, you can do anything with me.”

Chan is blown over with a sense of relief, fishing his erection before lining up at your slit. He takes full strokes inside you, achingly slow, and you quiver at the fullness but whine when you’re immediately empty. He does that repeatedly, giving you the sensation before he rips it from you in mere seconds.

Yo pound your frustrated fists in the mattress. “Chan give me your cock… I want you please..”

“Really, Is it me you want?” He teases, “Or it is my cock fucking so deep in your pussy you feel it in your mouth?”

Vivid images in your head, you shudder at the depth of his now husky voice, “I want that from you. Only you. Please, I want you to cum in me…”

“Shit.” Hearing that made close already. “F-fine. Just shut the fuck up.”

He thrust in you, finding a pace to reside in. His mouth makes an o-shape at the clench of your wall. “Fuck wet pussy,”—slap—“wet, tight. All for me.”

Chan recalling your moans laced with ecstasy. Hearing you, watching the recoil of your ass hitting his lap, it was something he could get used to, but he could try. He forces his knees on the bed, pushing deeper inside you. He finds your hair before pulling, pushing you into to the mattress and muffling your moans until they melt into an oblivion.

“That reminds me,” he thinks to bring up, not minding the fact you were drowning in the duvet, “what is it you like being called?”

You muffle a response but if you were being honest, you could hardly think with his weight pushed back into you.

“Come on. What is it? Pick your poison.” He slows his pace, a hard, deep stroke taken with every term of endearment, “Baby? Sweetheart? Angel?”

You moan, but not enough.

He blinks, thinking it’s going somewhere when a light bulb goes up in his head. “Mmh, let's try this then. Clench harder, slut.”

You moan even louder, immediately following his command. He then pounds harder in you, lacking any clear remorse as his language becomes grunts, calling you ‘slut’, ‘whore,’ ‘fuckhole,’ every name in the book until you buck at his hips.

Shake as hard as an earthquake, saying his name, speaking your orgasm into existence. It’s all you feel as your vision becomes further away from the comprehensive. You become a lifeless body that takes every second as if you never would again, collapsing on the bed.

Chan, a man with solutions, flips you on your back. A leg of yours comes up on his chest, ankle over his shoulder and he bottoms out inside you, another tidal wave that jumpstart your adrenaline. “I’m not fucking done with you yet. You said you’d be mine and you will be for as long as I want.”

Your leg takes his side as he folds into you, lips messily meeting yours, tongue tasting the inside of your mouth, he takes you even deeper and your way to feel can't be described as anything else but bliss. You caress his face, while his hand reconnected with your neck. You’re trailing down to feel down his torso, the pads of his fingers pushing against the column of your neck tighter. Life leaving your body, you count each ab, cup each peck, palm over each stiff peak, and trace over each muscle. If you could leave earth by this method, you would. Your voice is raspy, but takes no break from praising him.

“You’re fucking my pussy so good, feel so fucking good in my hands. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”

“You like that,” kissing you in a curt repetitive action, sweeter than intended, “can you take…my…cum?”

“Yes,” you frantically nod, “cum in me. I want all your cum in me. Breed me please. I want you, only you, to fuck me, empty out in me, and repeat.”

His load is as warm as a home cooked meal, shooting in you, jerking into your body in a well-practiced motion. His body embraces you, closing in on you, while he tucks you in tight. You only remember the smile on his face when he cums. It looks like love in his eyes, warmth, and you are positive that that’s what it is because you're looking at him the same way. It feels like a perfect happy ending.

But nothing is over until Chan says it is over.

That day turned into night before you know it and all you’ve done is be in each other arms and fucking your shared cum back into places they belong. Despite the performance, Chan ended up being a gentleman, asking you where your spare clean towels were and helping you clean up the mess you’ve made. All the time and energy drained you both and with the lack of motivation to cook, you both called food to be delivered.

In an attempt to be presentable, you take the shirt he once wore and display it on yourself, his scent enveloping you like it were his embrace. That meant Chan had to walk around topless, and by George, that was quite the sight. You join him on the couch. His arm slings over your side, tenderly kissing your face as you feel up his body. You couldn’t help but grin like a love stricken puppy, memorizing every dent of every chiseled muscle, appreciating its entirety. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Chan hums, before muffling a thanks and taking your kiss-swollen lips in his. “I think you’re sexy.”

You giggle, reciprocating, already finding yourself straddling his lap, and that erection that’s already gone and inflated himself. This man had it all didn’t he?

Then it dawned on you. Maybe too late, but it did.

You part from him, eyes furrowed in worry.

Concern is written all over his face, and he curls your hair behind his ear, “what’s wrong?”

“What are we going to do about Chanmi?”

His expression soon matches yours as he sighs. His hand comes behind your head, kissing foreheads, and curls up in a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she’ll be happy for us.”

“And If she isn’t?”

His hands tighten on the fabric of the shirt. “She’ll just have to.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“And she’s my sister. And I’m her only brother. We are two people she cares about and we’re happy together. Why wouldn’t she be happy?”

Your lips curl up in a small smile. “We’re together?”

His smile reaches his eyes. “I don’t think I’d spend all day like this with you if we weren’t.”

You kiss him, chaste and slow, and letting go before the heat travels back to your head, fogging your rationale. “I like you a lot, Chan.”

“I like you a lot, Y/n.”

“What about your career?”

He rolls his eyes, filling rubbing circles in your hips. “Why? Scared this superstar will run away from you for his chance in the spotlight?”

You grin mischievously, “No, aren’t you worried I’ll outshine you on the red carpet? I’ll be your date for every one of them now.”

“Then they’ll have no choice but to put me in everything under the sun.” He grins back.

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puranami · 6 months

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✿ It's The Little Things - 2 ✿

A/N: Wow, the first post went far better than I ever expected, especially considering I have no idea what I'm doing ᕕ(✿ᐛ )ᕗ It was a lot of fun though, so I'm back for round 2!

Summary: More little relationship things with other characters that are in both the anime/manga, and the live action~

Characters: Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk

Content: SFW, G/N reader, fluff with added fluff on top ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante/ Corazon, Doflamingo)

Buggy

✿ Naturally there is never a dull moment with a man as flashy and bombastic as Buggy, but that doesn't mean there are no calm moments. The start of your day is relatively mellow compared to the rest of it. Bugs will cling to you for as long as he can get away with before you both have to get up. During your morning routine you are practically on top of each other, but it is so natural and well coordinated, that you never collide or get in each others way. All the while, he'll be cracking jokes, and putting his hands on your "assets," followed by a cheeky wink, and infectious giggles. He loves when you match his shenanigans, and will overact his reactions, as if he wasn't just doing the exact same thing to you; "Well, I never-" - "You literally just grabbed my-" - "Never," to which you'll laugh and gently slap his arm while he sticks his tongue out at you.

✿ He's a materialistic guy, so he gives you lots of gifts, from the extravagant to the sentimental. It's the easiest way for him to show you how much you mean to him. Giving him gifts in return makes him melt; he isn't just buying your love, you are speaking his love language! As a pirate it's always been him taking what he wants, so to be freely given those things speaks volumes. Even more valuable than the things he wants are the things you have made for him. To know you have put time, energy, and love into making something special and unique means so much to him! He will cry because he is so moved, just hold him and stroke his hair while he has his moment.

✿ To be with Buggy means you have willingly lowered every single one of your barriers; you are an open book, completely honest about what you think and how you feel. He is insecure, so he needs to see that you trust him implicitly in order to return that trust. As a part of this openness, your personal bubble no longer exists, you have a couple bubble now. That doesn't mean you can't have space though! On the contrary, the mutual trust you've cultivated means you can say, "Hey, I just need some time to myself," and he knows that you aren't angry, or upset with him, because you would have told him as much. When you come back he welcomes you with a cheesy pickup line or wise crack as he pulls you right back into that shared bubble. It took a lot of faith at the start, which wasn't easy for him, and it takes consistent hard work to maintain this level of trust and honesty, and it is so worth it.

Shanks

✿ This man cannot keep his hand to himself! When you're walking together he'll have his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your shoulder. More often than not he is holding your hand, fingers laced together, with him brushing your thumb with the rough, calloused skin of his own. In his mind, the closer you are to him, the safer you are. He's one of the strongest men in all the seas, so being in the same space means no one can touch you, just as they can't touch him, but you'd never know it. To you, he's just like a big puppy, needing to be in your presence, smothering you in affection. He likes to lean his head on top of yours, similar to how a dog will lean their head on your lap, all while wrapping his arm around your waist so you can't wander off. He can be a little possessive, honestly, but he means well.

✿ He will listen to you talk his ear off for hours on end about literally anything. From philosophical musings, to colour theory, to the many uses of vinegar - it doesn't matter the subject, he just loves to hear your voice, and to see how passionate you are. Shanks won't just smile and nod, giving the odd confirming "uh huh," while not really listening either; he gets really invested! Your passion is contagious, and you make even the most mundane things interesting. It's also good to know what interests you, as it makes gift ideas easier. Whenever he sees something related to a topic you've talked to him about he will get it for you. The main thing with all of this is the quality time he gets to spend with you; outside of drinking and merriment, it's one of his favourite ways to relax.

✿ Shanks loves playing little pranks on you. He never goes too far though, as it's important that you are laughing alongside him and the crew. It makes him so happy when you start pulling your own pranks on him. It is very hard to surprise him, but easy to confuse him. You know those pranks where people hide numerous things everywhere? Lets just say he is still finding little gnomes around the Red Force. The rest of the crew is in on it, pretending not to see them, and will deny any knowledge of them, and the longer it goes on, the funnier he finds it when he spots another - you hid them in the such obscure places! He's kept every single one of them, and they have a designated chest, but he'll keep his favourites on his desk.

Mihawk

✿ Everything about Mihawk is subtle, and purposeful, and that extends to relationships. To outside observers he appears cold and distant, like he is barely tolerating your presence at his side, but you are so familiar with his subtleties that you can see just how much he adores you. Each ghost of a touch and fraction of a smile are a declaration of love that only you can understand. He is much more open with his affections when you are alone, where you are safest - not to say you are unsafe out with him, nothing could be further from the truth, he just won't do anything that puts a potential target on your back, exposing you as his achilles heel.

✿ He is a classic romantic! Mihawk is courting you, not dating you. At the start of the courtship he will wine and dine you, lead you with an arm behind you that never makes contact, and the only time he will touch you is to leave a faint kiss on your hand after escorting you home. There will also be large periods of time between meetings where he will send many unsigned love letters until he can return to you. You know exactly who they are from, Mihawk just wants to avoid you being linked to him, especially when he isn't there to protect you.

✿ Once you are fully committed to one another, he moves you to his home where you are safe, and when he is there, he is so domestic that you often forget you are with a (former) warlord. You will tend to the garden together, harvest what you need, and cook together, though he'd prefer to do all the cooking for you. In all honesty, as long as you are there to keep him company, he'd be happy to do everything for you, but he won't fight it if you insist on doing things for him, or ideally together instead; "We'll get things done quicker together, and then we can relax with a bottle of wine and a good book." - "Very well." There is nothing he loves more than sitting with you on the settee with a comfy blanket after a long day of training and daily chores.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #buggy the clown #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk #buggy x reader #buggy x you #shanks x reader #shanks x you #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #wow writing for mihawk was DIFFICULT sdjfhh

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huntinglove · 10 months

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How to get away from antiship spaces (mostly)

Warnings: Long post, antis mention, mentions of pedophilia, rape, self harm and gore (none show, not descriptive)

Have you recently learned that you align yourself with the proship label? Would you like to get away from antis as safely as you can? Here's what I've learned, as an ex anti:

1. It may be hard, but try to get rid of/abandon your accounts where you used to interact with antis.

This is one of the hardest steps because having a lot of followers can be discouraging, but it's the safest approach in this situation, because if antis see you following or interacting with proshippers they WILL question you about it and depending on how you tackle their asks they'll throw you to the wolves and publicly "warn" people about you so people can mass report your account/harass you

This applies to anything; Tumblr blogs, Twitter profiles, Discord servers, if you've interacted with antis block them and delete your account if you decide to adopt the proship label

Antis constantly claim that they don't harass people but as soon as someone drops the anti label they dogpile them and call them "traitors" as well as their usual buzzwords to catch people's attention, it's better to pull the plug directly than just rebrand your account

1.5. If you REALLY want to keep your account because you've used it for a long time or because it works as a portfolio, please create a different account to post about proship content

If you make a new account remember to block your anti mutuals/followers from your main account before you start posting, art styles can be very unique and easy to spot similarities in, as well as typing patterns and reoccurring emojis/symbols

If there's the option to, keep your profile private until you've built a steady environment for yourself, if you prefer to keep your profile private permanently that's also a good option!

Remember, your safety matters more than numbers on a screen!

2. This one should go without saying but, please don't share much of your trauma/mental health issues/triggers with people online in general, but especially not with antis

I used to talk about my struggles and vent publicly a lot, antis would stalk my accounts and send me all types of fucked up content.

I've had people send me rape videos and threats, people telling me I deserved the abuse I went through, people would send me gore and self harm images, as well as suicide tutorials.

They can and will use all of it to their advantage, they're restless and will dig up even decade old posts if they feel it'll be useful for them. It can and will take a toll on your mental health, so please save yourself the trouble and only open up with people you genuinely trust and feel safe talking to!

You're not alone, but please don't let dangerous people take advantage of you when you're at a bad spot

3. Keep an eye on your followers, especially if your profiles are public. There are always some things to look out for to make sure your followers aren't antis pretending to be proshippers

According to my personal experience, here's some red flags to look out for:

A.Antis think that the word proship means problematic ship, so they'll refer to pairings as "a proship"

Most proshippers dislike this terminology because it comes from an incorrect definition and usually avoid it

B. TikTok antis specifically come up and use a lot of emoji combos, creating meanings for them and usually adding one or two combos that are actually known to proshippers, along with some never seen before

A lot of the time they use it to identify themselves, a sign that means "I'm not actually a proshipper, just baiting"

I've also seen antis use the clover emoji in combos, inspired by the "clovergender/cloversexual" scam that 4channers came up with, to make it seem like the LGBTQ+ community was welcoming to offending pedophiles. Antis do this because they assimilate the proship label with problematic ships, mostly age gaps/underage content

C. Their account is brand new but they already follow a lot of proshippers. This is usually because they'll follow proshippers who've been posted on a blocklist, usually in the exact order that they've been listed too

If they're on Tumblr, they'll usually keep the people they follow public, so that other antis can find and harass those proshippers

D. Keep an eye on their follow list. Like stated above, they'll usually keep it public and 9 times out of 10 there will be an out of place antiship account, it's most likely their main profile/account/blog

E. They'll use their usual buzzwords on their own posts

For example, if they're trying to mimic a proselfship account they'll post pictures of underage characters and caption it things like "omg i'm such a pedo" and tag their post with proship related tags

Of course this doesn't apply to everyone, so it's always important to take context into consideration, as well as how many of these red flags may apply.

And lastly, please remember that the block button is your friend.

If someone's interacting with you and something about them seems/feels off, block and move on

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 | BNHA x Reader

Hi everyone, welcome to my Kinktober line-up/masterlist! This will be my first ever Kinktober and I’m super excited! I had fun with randomizers to help me select characters and prompts! There will be at least two kinks per character to be paired together for a small fic every single day of October. All fics will be tagged with "curiouskinks 2022"

Warning: Dark content included! Please mind the tags/content warnings given for each day!

Day 1: Sir Nighteye | Mirai Sasaki x GN!Reader

Cage | Pet Play | Obedience Such an obedient pet, always carefully following instructions just as he asked. As good pets should–always knowing their place.

Day 2: Dabi x GN!Reader

Photo/Video Recordings | Overnight Bondage Don't worry about the details, sweetheart. Dabi just needs a little something to remember you by.

Day 3: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x GN!Reader

Fear Kink | Asphyxiation | Shock Collars Atsuhiro seems like such a gentleman, but you're just so naïve. It's one of the things he enjoyed most about finding you and he couldn't wait until you saw his surprise.

Day 4: Curious | Chitose Kizuki x AFAB!Reader

Sex Pollen | Free Use | Dirty Talk You're a loyal little toy, always available when needed for dear Chitose to let off some steam. What makes you think you have the right to beg?

Day 5: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Eye Contact Restriction | Play Party You convinced him to let you both go to this party you heard about but only after Koku set up specific rules. You weren't allowed to look at anybody but him. That didn't mean the rule applied to him too.

Day 6: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x GN!Reader

Somnophilia | Mindfuck Hari really feels you don't trust him. He sees no reason why you shouldn't. You'll learn quick that his methods are fucked up even when he means well.

Day 7: Edgeshot | Shinya Kamihara x AFAB!Reader

Cuckolding | Contracts | Aphrodisiacs You and Shinya had a preestablished agreement that allowed you both to fulfill aspects of your respected kinks with mutual consent. You decided to take things a step further, and he gave you his full approval.

Day 8: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Degradation | Tease And Denial Kaina thinks that you're absolutely adorable and extremely pathetic when you're begging for her attention. Shame you'll have to work for it.

Day 9: Best Jeanist | Tsunagu Hakamada x AFAB!Reader

Face Sitting | Oral Fixation You both couldn’t stop glancing at each other’s mouths and it wasn’t long before you both caved. It feels like you can't get close enough to each other.

Day 10: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Consensual Non-Consent | Black Sheet Party | Branding You didn't know the surprise that Kai had planned for this weekend but you were excited when he asked if you remembered your safe word. You certainly didn't expect him to ensure that everyone would truly know you were his property.

Day 11: Spinner | Shuichi Iguchi x GN!Reader

Suspension Bondage | Foot Jobs | Forced Orgasm You wanted to try out something that piqued Shuichi's interest but getting him to stop wiggling as you tied each knot was harder than you thought. Maybe you'll just need to tired him out.

Day 12: Hawks | Keigo Takami x GN!Reader

Semi-Public | Facials Being so high in the hero rankings doesn't leave Keigo with a lot of time on his hands, much to his annoyance. Both of you have to take what little time he gets, even if it's in public.

Day 13: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x AFAB!Reader

Fucking Machines | Vibrators Rumi couldn't have asked for a better sight to come home to: walking in on you spread out in the living room with dozens of toys scattered around. She's not wasting any time in joining either.

Day 14: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Vampirism | Medical Kink Soft cold fingers lay against your neck as Kai checks your pulse point. You talk about your most recent worries in regards to your health, but his eyes never left your neck.

Day 15: Trumpet | Koku Hanabata x GN!Reader

Sex Work | Humiliation | Straight Razor Shaving Mr. Hanabata had hired you, for one of your weirdest requests, but it was good money. Who'd turn down the opportunity to insult a politician.

Day 16: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Piercings | Hair Pulling | Clothed Sex The shirt Kaina was wearing clung to her chest making her nipple piercings even more visible. Your whole body felt hot as your eyes locked with hers. No words were spoken as she gave you one simple beckoning gesture.

Day 17: Chronostasis | Hari Kurono x AFAB!Reader

Sweat | Voyeurism | Dirty Dancing Hari leaned himself against your back, sweat clinging to your body as you both made as little space between you as possible. Your nails drag along the arm he snaked around your waist, as he reminded you who you belonged to.

Day 18: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x AFAB!Reader

Orgasm Control | Glove Kink The only physical touch you'll get is filtered through leather when his fingers brush against your skin before finding your center. You're under strict instruction to not touch him or yourself, and good girls follow the rules.

Day 19: All for One x AFAB!Reader

Kitten Play | Humping | Orgasm Denial Look at you being such a patient kitty, but he still hasn't given you permission. Your begging is oh so lovely though, but you better not disobey him.

Day 20: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Breeding Kink | Choking | Mommy Kink Nails dug into your skin, as your grip around his throat tightened. His pace was bruising, and you almost didn't hear the word that left his mouth.

Day 21: Overhaul | Kai Chisaki x GN!Reader

Tattooing | Slave Auctions Being bought by the Shie Hassaikai, hand picked by Overhaul, gave you shelter from some of the harsher choices in the auction. You were still their property though, and the fresh tattoo on your chest was a constant reminder.

Day 22: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x GN!Reader

Cutting | Knife Play You press the knife slowly into her flesh, blood slowly dripping following the trail, making a small cut. She hisses at the pain before leaning forward making eye contact, breaths escaping her mouth harshly, and asks for more.

Day 23: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Begging | Mirror Sex | Collars A mirror was set up nearby, something Tomura only noticed when you shoved him back onto the bed. He doesn't get to focus on it long before you guide his hands up to lock the collar around your neck.

Day 24: Giran | Kagero Okuta x AFAB!Reader

Lap Dances | Body Worship Kagero's eyes never left your body as you danced, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He relaxed his arm on the back of the sofa as you walked over, his eyes not knowing where on your body to stay focused.

Day 25: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Corsetry | Bondage | Mirrors Slender fingers carefully lacing up your corset, eyes briefly locking in the mirror in front of you two as he does. Your hands run along his body before you drag the rope along his skin, moving yourself behind him. No words spoken, only silent intimacy.

Day 26: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x AFAB!Reader

Chains | Pussy Worship | Impregnation Cold metal chains wrapped around your wrists, digging in as you move around. Your body was sore and your breathing was rough, as your eyes struggled to stay open. Atsuhiro wasn't joking when he told you that you had a long day ahead of you.

Day 27: Dabi x AFAB!Reader

Hate Sex | Virginity Kink | Dacryphilia Your constant bitching was pissing Dabi off. You needed to get laid, and if he had to be the one to fuck you then fine. He was surprised to find out you've never done it before. Don't think he's going gentle though.

Day 28: Shin Nemoto x AFAB!Reader

Tease And Denial | Priest Kink | Formal Wear Everything about this was unholy, Shin knew this– every part of his body burning. He collapsed to his knees, with eyes that looked like they were searching to make you his new religion.

Day 29: Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB!Reader

Pegging | Praise Kink Tomura's fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his skin deep enough to draw blood. Ragged breaths muffled by the blanket as you whisper praise into his ear. You're the only one that gets the privilege to see him like this.

Day 30: Lady Nagant | Kaina Tsutsumi x AFAB!Reader

Guns | Drug/Alcohol Use | Aphrodisiacs It may have been a bad idea to drink while using this new pill Kaina found, knowing rationally that it would lead to bad ideas. You were waiting on the pill to kick in when you begged Kaina to see her quirk up close. She knew the pill was working while she watched you lick up the length of her gun.

Day 31: Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku x AFAB!Reader

Daddy Kink | Spit | Human Furniture How obedient you were, no matter what he told you to do. He was amused to say the least, and had been the past 20 minutes.

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eavenne · 8 months

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Thoughts on JJBA Ships (1/?): GioMis

Hi guys! Since Tumblr facilitates more long-form posts, I decided to make a series covering my thoughts on my favourite JJBA ships. This will include how I like to characterise the ship, headcanons, etc. And since GioMis was the ship that made me watch JJBA in the first place, I see no better place to begin.

TW: Child abuse, neglect (canon)

GioMis

1) Analysis

To me, this ship is about the love that blossoms between two people who are very different in many ways, but are drawn together by their strong similarities. It is an opposites attract ship, but ultimately, Giorno and Mista work so well together (platonically and romantically) because they share certain similar values.

This is basically covered in canon and is somewhat self-evident, so I won't go into it too much. Throughout Part 5, Giorno and Mista are generally both very supportive of each other, as they support each other through their weakest moments. The White Album fight is the prime example of this, as Mista is there for Giorno when he loses hope and vice versa. Mista's refusal to leave Giorno behind echoes how Giorno refused to leave Fugo behind earlier, and is very touching, reflecting how they both deeply value the lives of their comrades. Their resolves are the same, and in the White Album fight, both of them remind each other of their own resolve, echoing each other in a beautiful way.

While Giorno's ideals are more similar to Bucciarati's, and Bucciarati can be considered the 'main Jobro' of Part 5, Mista feels more like Giorno's closest friend than Bucciarati does. They are very frequently paired together and continuously protect and inspire each other, and they're even together in the ending. It's clear that Giorno and Mista were meant to be a pair (platonically at least).

2) Why I Like It

I'm generally just a huge sucker for opposites attract ships in the vein of "Reserved person x Upbeat person" so...honestly, it was inevitable, and that (plus Giorno being my favourite character) is definitely the main reason why I like this. Pretty much all of my otps follow this pattern. But I think the reason why this is my JoJo otp is that I just really like how they are paired together. They develop a strong mutual trust and respect, quickly come to rely on each other, and have each others' backs, despite being very different people. I love how they are always looking to each other despite only having known each other for a week. It just feels like a match made in heaven; two people who gravitated to each other so naturally and easily that being together just feels right. This is amplified by the ending.

3) My Characterisation / Headcanons

As a fic writer, how I characterise them kind of depends on the fic I'm writing (outside of GioMis, I have written both Dark! Manipulative! Giorno and Team as Family! Giorno). However, separate from that, I do have certain headcanons that inform the way I see the ship. So, below are my favourite ways of characterising this ship.

a. Giorno's feelings for Mista

I like to hc Giorno as falling for Mista fairly early on. He starts to crush on Mista either after the White Album arc or in his early days as Don.

The reason why I hc this is that, well...post-White Album, Giorno seems to really like touching Mista. The infamous gun pose aside, someone pointed out to me that Giorno tends to unnecessarily cradle Mista a lot. As they mentioned, the most egregious instance happened during the Diavolo fight. Trish almost died, but Giorno catches a falling Mista and just stares at him (thinking about Bucciarati)...he only checks on Trish when Mista mentions that he's glad she's safe. He doesn't even heal Mista when Mista asked, and he takes quite a while to lay Mista down, so that means he just wanted to hold him, lmfao. And perhaps he was reflecting on how Mista was thankfully still alive while Bucciarati had died...so, he was holding Mista in his arms, grateful that Mista is still breathing.

This is, of course, contrasted by how Giorno starts nervously sweating when Mista touches his shoulder when they betray the boss. I like to think that Giorno got a bit flustered by Mista's closeness, his stomach doing little flips etc, which was why he reacted that way. After all, it's a pretty random reaction otherwise (he also nervously sweats in response to Abbacchio sometimes, but Abbacchio is shouting in his face) and it seems a bit much for mere surprise. So, that's why I choose to put on shipping goggles and interpret it this way, haha!

(There's also the cover art of the last volume, where Giorno is reaching for Mista's hand...sadly, that detail was covered by the logo in the cover itself, but the art shows their hands touching).

Anyway, I hc that Giorno falls for Mista because...other than them sharing the same resolve, he's also uncomplicated, straightforward, funny, genuinely friendly and supportive. To be clear, Mista isn't unconditionally or always supportive of Giorno; he questions Giorno a couple of times during the plane arc, and not very nicely, either. He also disbelieves Giorno during the Diavolo fight. However, Mista is also Giorno's first ally besides Bucciarati, and he is the most open to Giorno's ideas among the team. When Giorno needs help with something, it's Mista he turns to (seen in the plane arc). So, it seems that among Team Bucciarati, Giorno feels most familiar with and supported by Mista (and Bucciarati, but he seems more familiar with Mista).

With the 'supportive' part of my list addressed, I'll turn to the other reasons. I think that for Giorno, who grew up having to learn how to read people in order to navigate perilous situations, someone as straightforward and uncomplicated as Mista must be pretty nice to be around. With Mista, he doesn't have to think too hard about intentions or guess at something he's hiding. Mista is just Mista. There's an honesty and frankness to him that, for Giorno, must make him easier to be around. It would also show a certain strength of character, because Mista is an eccentric person who is unashamed of his own eccentricity and has embraced it; Giorno probably tries to hide the 'weird' parts of himself, so he admires, respects and is attracted to Mista for this.

As for the 'friendly' part of the equation...well, I think that pre-canon, Giorno never really had friends. If he did, those relationships were probably mostly transactional. After all, the gangster bribed Giorno's bullies into getting along with him, which is hardly a model for healthy friendships. It's stated that Giorno felt like he was the scum of the earth, which changed after he met the gangster...but this most likely didn't extend to whether he felt people as a whole would actually like him for who he is. Giorno is implied to be rather awkward when he lacks a script friendship-wise (when Trish and Narancia are having a heart-to-heart during the Green Day arc, Giorno is just...standing there...frozen in place, and this could also explain his nervous reaction when Mista unexpectedly comes to him and touches his shoulder). I think that's because he's never really had genuine friends.

Enter Mista. Mista is a pretty friendly person; his excited and personable reaction to Giorno's jellyfish trick reflects this, and he gets along with Giorno pretty well afterwards. Mista seems really fascinated by Giorno's abilities and, as seen in Sleeping Slaves, likes to ruminate on really random thought experiments. I like to think that Giorno has a strong interest in biology, which is why he's able to use his stand so effectively. He clearly really likes animals, even those seen as weird or distasteful by others. However, I doubt he expressed this much to the people around him. I think Giorno doesn't feel anyone would be interested in that, or in him at a deeper level, as a person outside of his charming front and dream.

However, I think that post-canon, things would be different, because Mista seems like the type of person who would actually be interested in long rambling conversations about biology and animals. After all, he canonically began such a conversation. I think Mista would like and engage with the enthusiastic biology nerd side of Giorno when it inevitably slips out, which would surprise Giorno. He would begin to drop his guard and let a bit more of his inner self come out, and as Mista continued to encourage and support him, he would fall even harder for him. Mista would be Giorno's first actual friend. He would care about him in a way that Giorno hasn't known outside of the gangster, and Mista would eventually become someone warm, predictable, safe and comfortable for Giorno—someone he can trust in every sense of the word. However, I do think Giorno might be a bit overwhelmed by and freaked out by his feelings, and uncomfortable with how comfortable he is with Mista.

(Even besides that, it would take them some time to get there, though, as Mista would also take time to fully trust Giorno's judgment. He is very supportive of him in canon, but not always, even when Giorno's action is justified; I think these instances would be reduced as time goes on and they know each other better).

I think Giorno would also fall for Mista because Mista is just solid, dependable, and a sunny, quirky person. I don't have any deep reasons for this, but Giorno does remark once that Mista is an interesting person, and I think he'd find Mista refreshing and intriguing. Mista is his loyal, dependable right-hand-man, his warm and safe friend, and someone who likes and celebrates who he is, both as the powerful Don and as an awkward and emotionally repressed but kind and gentle person. Giorno would feel loved and appreciated by Mista, whom he also thinks is an incredible person whom he admires and respects for his resolve and willingness to be himself no matter what, and that's why I think he'd fall very, very hard for him.

Of course, though, he'd realise this and then despair because he'd think his feelings were unrequited. To me, Giorno doesn't seem like he'd confess unless he was certain that he'd be accepted. So, he'd probably pine silently for a couple of years.

b. Mista's feelings for Giorno

I like to hc Mista as falling for Giorno as the years go by. This is mostly because Giorno is 15 when they meet and it makes me a bit uncomfortable for Mista to be interested so early on, but nevertheless, I feel that Giorno seems to have a crush in canon (shipping glasses on, though, well, he did stick his hand in Mista's pants) whereas Mista's actions are friendly.

Even though he wasn't romantically interested at first, I think Mista has always really liked and appreciated Giorno. To me, Mista would initially like Giorno (platonically or otherwise) because he's determined, resolved, ambitious...he shines bright like the sun, and Mista is in awe at its light. Following Giorno, being with Giorno, feels right to him. To Mista, Giorno is just super cool. That's why he followed him, and that's why he has some level of interest in him.

However, I like to think that Mista only truly began to fall for Giorno when he got to know him as a person. As the years go by, he spends more time with Giorno and sees beyond the composed, intelligent leader (a side he also adores) to realise that Giorno is a kind, gentle, sometimes playful, awkward but well-meaning person. There's a softness to him hidden beneath the cool exterior, and it's this side and the new understanding he has because of it that makes Mista begin to have feelings for Giorno. He wants to see more of this hidden side, to bring it out, because it's extremely endearing. Giorno's confidence, dreams and resolve dazzle Mista; Giorno's kind, gentle, playful and sweet interior charms him and draws him in. He loves both sides of Giorno; he loves all of Giorno, and will tell him exactly why if Giorno ever expresses confusion as to why Mista likes him.

In addition, Giorno is very accepting of Mista. Many people find Mista weird or question his outlook on life, but Giorno just accepts it as Mista being Mista. Mista is Mista, and he doesn't want to change that. He is careful about and respects Mista's 4 phobia, he doesn't understand but comes to accept how Mista operates based on gut feelings and whims. Giorno probably finds this somewhat annoying and frustrating at times, but he also seems a bit fond of it and is refreshed by it, and he relies on Mista's confidence and draws strength from it as well. As Mista is probably used to his way of life and outlook being questioned, Giorno's accommodation of him would be welcome and touching.

Mista probably is also the type to laugh things off and not take things too seriously, but sometimes he probably should actually take things seriously, which is when Giorno comes in. Giorno, because he knows Mista very well, would try and encourage Mista to deal with whatever he has to deal with, which Mista would find very touching.

I think Mista would take a while to realise he loves Giorno. He probably dates a couple of women, but he just never clicks with them in the way he does with Giorno. Mista eventually begins to feel as though settling down with a woman feels like a betrayal of Giorno for some reason; he reasons that this is because he's so deep in mafia life that it's hard to have a relationship outside of it, but eventually he figures out that he's actually in love with Giorno. His bi awakening probably happens when someone (Fugo, probably) tells him that he talks about Giorno as if he has a thing for him, at which point Mista realises he likes men and that he wants Giorno, specifically. After this, never one to miss his shot, Mista probably asks Giorno out, which is how they get together.

c. Their relationship

So, I think they would have some early bumps in the road because they might have communication problems (this isn't anywhere I have gone in my writing, nor do I think I will anytime soon, but I have thought about this at length). Namely, Giorno probably has some attachment issues and is dealing with confusing feelings that he isn't telling Mista about, and Mista doesn't really say what Giorno needs to hear concerning the very little that Giorno does tell him about since their love and his feelings are so simple to him (whereas to Giorno it is complicated, overwhelming and anxiety-inducing), so they have some problems.

Given his childhood, I think Giorno is very possibly an insecurely attached person. How exactly this would manifest / what that attachment style would be, I don't know, because I haven't really written this into any of my fics and don't feel entirely comfortable speculating / analysing in specific...but I do think he might be pretty overwhelmed and feel like he needs to run away from Mista, despite wanting to be close with him, yet be initially unwilling to actually communicate his feelings. I could see him feeling this way about their friendship generally, even though Mista feels like home to him and he generally feels safe and warm around him; this would explode when they get together and he now has to deal with added closeness (emotional and physical) as well as boyfriend expectations. I also think he might be confused as to why Mista is interested, because he didn't see it coming and Mista suddenly coming out as bi blindsided him. A part of him might think it's too good to be true, and it's just a whim.

Eventually, I think Giorno would build up anxiety, fear and resentment and might begin actually avoiding Mista, leading to them arguing about it one day and hashing it all out. They'd work through it, though, and learn how to communicate better (and Giorno would probably eventually be inspired to read up about his issues and, in his typical determined way, try very very hard to find strategies to work with them). Ultimately, at the core of this relationship is the immense trust and respect they have for one another, and I think the bedrock is strong enough such that they can eventually figure things out, as both of them care about each other deeply and would be willing to try.

Another interesting aspect is whether Mista would come before or after Giorno's dream. I have written a fic about the latter, but I also planned a fic where the former happened and Giorno basically almost caused the downfall of Passione because he made a failed risky gamble to save Mista's life when an enemy threatened to kill him (Mista lived. Many members of Passione died). Currently, I think I'm leaning towards Giorno's dream always coming first. It would be a point of contention at first, but I think they would come to accept it, even though they aren't entirely comfortable with it. After all, Giorno's dedication to his dream is part of why Mista admires him, and Giorno became the Don knowing that Mista might have to die for his dream if it came to it. The day will come when this will be a non factor, and they are both waiting for that day.

Otherwise, I think Giorno and Mista would be a pretty harmonious couple. Giorno seems like he'd be a bit of an overthinker who's prone to stress, and Mista's easygoing nature and confidence in Giorno's abilities would soothe him. On the other hand, Giorno's drive and ambition would spur Mista forward, inspiring him and bringing him great joy. They would get annoyed and frustrated with each other on occasion, but I don't think they are the type of couple who would have nasty, terrible fights. Mista would snap at Giorno and Giorno would become cold, but it wouldn't escalate terribly.

Ultimately, they would both just love each other very, very much. Mista would probably cheerfully tell Giorno this very often, but Giorno might take longer, not because he doesn't but because the words would catch in his throat and it'd be hard to say, as words alone fail to express how deeply and intensely he feels for Mista. They'd probably be in a secret relationship because, well, mafia, but Fugo and Trish would know they're dating. I won't call it a 'happily ever after' for them, as relationships take more effort than the term suggests, but I think they'd be happy together.

4) Conclusion

I just really like this ship, okay?? ^^ All GioMis is good GioMis, of course—I like this ship platonically, romantically, functional, dysfunctional, heck I adore it unrequited (on Giorno's side)—but my favourite GioMis is post-canon timeskip GioMis. That just feels like the natural progression of their relationship, of this duo that grew closer and closer until life became unimaginable without one another.

I don't know how well this post will do lmao but I may do another one of these (it will probably be BruAbba as I have a lot of thoughts on that ship...I made some tweets that got surprisingly popular considering my tiny account). I may also make a list of allllll the GioMis moments in canon (albeit through my shipping goggles) if anyone is interested. If you read all of my rambling, thank you LOL and I hope you enjoyed my GioMis brainrot.

#giomis #child abuse #child neglect

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ice-sculptures · 1 year

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hey everyone!! so, originally, i wanted to do one of these back when all of y'all were posting your 'follow forever' + favorite blogs lists for new year's eve, but at that point in time i didn't feel like i knew anyone well enough to make a full list. but now, it's been almost nine months (holy shit!!!) since i joined this fandom, and there have been so many people that i've connected with and who have made my experience on here so much fun and so special.

plus...it's my birthday today, so i thought - what better way to celebrate it than to show my immense love & appreciation for all my mutuals, followers friends, and anyone who has ever made my tumblr experience better?

this isn't really in any particular order, and also, i am so so sorry if i forgot anyone. i had to type this out at least six times over the past two months because tumblr kept deleting my progress for some reason, so i'm really sorry if i missed anyone because of it. i recognize the urls of anyone that regularly interacts with my posts, so i promise that if you've ever left nice tags in the reblogs of my gifs or replied to any of my WIPS or tagged me in a gifset or in a tag game or sent me a nice ask or anything at all, really, please know that i think you're wonderful and i love you all so much even if tumblr hates me and decided to erase all of the evidence of it 😅

okay, enough dillydallying!! putting this under a cut so that it doesn't swallow ur dash whole....n here we go :)

@fireplceashes hi jen!! i know i said like. just one paragraph above that this was in no particular order, but i immediately broke the no. 1 rule of law and lied, bc as my very first friend in this fandom you are so undoubtedly so special to me and i'm putting you first just because i Can and no one can stop me. but anyway. where do i even begin with you? you are easily one of the sweetest people i have Ever, ever met - not just on tumblr, but in my real life as well - and i really love talking to you So much. thank you so much for always listening to my rants, and checking up on me, and just generally being there for me. you're just a really soothing person to talk to and i never have to worry about being 'too much' or anything like that when i'm talking to you. and of course - you are also so, so talented, and your gifs are absolutely stunning. they always turn out so beautifully, and i'm so in awe of your editing skills. basically...i'm just Very grateful to have met you, and *mike wheeler voice* all of my other mutuals, they're great, but my fandom experience would not be the same without you ❤️

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@padmedala carson!! hello!! first off, i've said this to you a million times, but i want to thank you once again for writing one of my favorite pieces of byler fanfiction. do you know that one post about reading fanfics and having to stop because 'he would not say that?' well, your work is the epitome of reading a fic and feeling wholly satisfied because yes, he would say that - in fact, i would not hesitate for a minute to say that you have the strongest grasp on will and mike's characterization - especially their dynamic together - out of any writer i've met in this entire fandom. like...i enjoy your writing so much that i've read a couple of your pieces for IT despite not having any knowledge of the source material simply because i wanted to experience more of your work. you're also such a deeply kind and supportive person, and you have no idea how much i appreciate every single time you've checked up on me or sent me a sweet message or even just dropped into my inbox to say hello. you make my dash infinitely brighter, and i'm so very glad to know you and have you as a friend on here 💞

@wllbyers dani!! hi!! i have so much to say abt how wonderful you are, and i was struggling w how to articulate this for a while, but then i remembered that you once said to me that you found my presence on the dash comforting, and honestly, that's exactly how i feel about you. forgive me for the awkward metaphor, but seeing you on the dash is like coming home after a long day and having a warm, home-cooked meal. seeing your url and icon always makes me smile, and i'm so grateful that we're mutuals because of how kind, considerate, and utterly genuine you are!! i don't know if i'm describing this right, but you just feel so real, you know? i feel like your personality shines through with every post you make, and i always love seeing it. and i'm sorry if this is weird to say, but your openness and your authenticity about everything going on in your life makes me feel a little bit less alone about my own struggles. also do you remember when you started watching 911 and eventually ended up getting ahead of me, and you tagged each and every one of your posts just so that i wouldn't get spoiled? i know it seems simple, but the sheer fact that you thought of doing that just for me had me melting into a little puddle w my face looking like that one meme of kristen bell. you are just so, so lovely and i'm unbelievably glad we're mutuals 🥰

@willblogger ima i've said this many times before but i absolutely Need to say it again: you are genuinely the funniest person on byler tumblr. i cannot count the number of times that you've made me full-on belly laugh (to the point where my stomach starts to hurt) and completely destroyed my attempts to casually and inconspicuously scroll through tumblr in public places. i dunno how you do it at all but every single thing you say is such an absolute delight and i am always giggling n kicking my feet when i read the tags on all of your posts. the thousands of people on tiktok and twitter copying your jokes could never do it like you. you've also got this deep understanding of the way the text has been written and i really appreciate how your analysis honors the characters as they are instead of trying to make them more palatable them for this fandom. it's just. it's rare to find people that love these characters as they are and understand them as well as you do and i feel very lucky to have found your blog. also this is not related at all but ur plushies are cute as fuck & i love them :) OH!! n thank u sm for being my number one stevebucky enthusiast mutual n partner in rage when it comes to avengers endgame!! can't wait to have a hate party w you (if you'd like) in five days 💗

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@jackietaylcrs hii marianne fellow haver of good taste!! i remember you once made a post wondering if your followers would still love you if your stranger posting went down to 0.5% and i wanted to lyk that i definitely would!! i really like reading your commentary on ST and yellowjackets, but even when you're posting about a show that i'm not familiar with, you have this Way of speaking that i find very charming and funny and entertaining, and you bring this inimitable energy to my dash that i doubt i could ever find elsewhere. i like the way you sign off your posts with 'and like i say: brf slt.' i think it’s Neat n it fits you very well. alsooo THANK YOU very very much for being the one to convince me to watch yellowjackets!! people have been telling me to watch it for a long time but in the end it was your posts that made me say, fuck it, and finally watch it. also. um. ur posts abt stephen harrison make me feel very Seen so. thank u. ok bye 💗

@emblazons hello marie my beloved mutual marie!! honestly, out of everything in this post, this message was the hardest to write because i don't even know where to begin with you!! you bring so, so much to this fandom - your thoughtful, entertaining, levelheaded commentary, your stunning gifsets, your logical and witty posts, your incredibly supportive and kind personality, and your endless passion for this show and all that goes into making it, as well as our shared love & enthusiasm for noah schnapp 😅 every time i think you've made the most brilliant observation or put out the most beautiful set, you go and top yourself by finding something new or making an even prettier gifset. if i had to pick one person whose contributions to the fandom enriched my experience of this show? more than anyone, it would be you!! and i could go on and wax poetic about your talent forever (as i have on many, many occasions bc you deserve it 🥰), but i'm gonna end it here by saying that you are a gift to this fandom and one of my absolute favorite people on here, and that i'm beyond grateful to know you.

@mikeandwillel sandy!!!! you are so so smart and your analysis is absolutely incredible. i look forward to each and every one of your analyses because you always find the most clever parallels and your deep dives into each of these characters' arcs are always written with so much care and skill. and of course, i forever have you to thank for writing The ultimate masterpiece (your s4 painting arc analysis) that finally convinced me of byler endgame and thus made my fandom experience so much more relaxing and fun. i also really love & how much you love mike for all that he is -- i feel like it's a little rare in this fandom, so seeing how much you adore his true character and how you Understand him better than anyone else i've ever met makes me really happy. and not to mention, i have no idea how you managed to get so good at gifmaking in such a short amount of time but all your sets are so beautiful!! you're a gem fr 💖

@babygirl-jonathanbyers abbyyyyyy hello!! do you know how much i love seeing you on my dash? i love your pure, unapologetic love for jonathan, jancy, and the byers brothers and it really makes my whole day when i see a post from you appreciating those characters/ships. your moodboards are also So pretty and your presence on my dash is so positive and welcoming. i hope you're doing well on your hiatus rn and i can't wait to see you back on here again 🫂

@elmaxed lumiiiii hi!!!! when i think of you, honestly, the very first word that comes to mind is creative, because you bring so much to this fandom and i'm so grateful for it. i'm obsessed with everything you write because your fics are so lively and fun and make me smile uncontrollably every time i read them, all your headcanons are brilliant and adorable, your moodboards are gorgeous and not to mention, your themes are always so beautiful!! you're just...such a ray of sunshine on my dash and i'm so happy to have followed you 🥰

@mlchaelwheeler sarahhhhh my favorite stonathan pioneer and one of my first mutuals in this fandom!! i think you already know this but your analyses were a huge part of what got me into the byler fandom in the first place and i have never looked back, so thank you for that!! i Love love love ur theories (especially the s5 spec stuff) and i love seeing u in my notifs and reading your lovely and enthusiastic tags on everything you reblog and i love your love for st's OST!! you're a really smart, sweet, and positive person with the best opinions and i am forever rooting for mike to get a sword in s5 just for you 🙏🏼

@bylrndgm dearest elz you have no idea how happy your blog makes me 🥹 you're one of the most talented gifmakers i've ever met, and i always find myself smiling so much whenever i see you've posted something new (especially your byler x TS edits 🥰) because they're always so beautiful!! i've also always felt like your blog and everything you've posted is one of the purest and most expressions of love for mike and will....it's so clear that you love them So much and your blog makes me so happy to be part of this community. you've also always been so sweet to me throughout my entire time in this fandom and you're one of the people that has made me feel most welcome here. also since i never ended up responding to your DM i wanted to say that whatever path you choose, i'm sure that you're going to crush it and i am rooting for your success always 💖

@madcleradin sierra madcleradin byhops finalgirlbyers willcoded!! ok i promise i don't mean this in a weird parasocial way but i kind of admired you from a distance for a while even before we were mutuals just because every single one of your posts that ended up on my dash had me nodding my head and tapping my brain in agreement and clapping for u like this 👏🏼 all of your takes are top tier and i love how passionate you are about everything you talk about!! you're def one of the sweetest, friendliest, and coolest people on byler tumblr and following u has been such a gift ❣

@byclairs hello emily!! your gifs are absolutely stunning and i love following you because i Know i can always count on you to have the most based takes, both on stranger things (especially ur will takes - those keep me sane fr) and on fandom as a whole. also just wanna say that you have the best taste in ships and that you've got a 10/10 banger of a url that always has me mentally giving you a thumbs up whenever i see you on the dash ❤️

@heroesbyler stav!! you're one of the most brilliant analysts on this site and i'm so in awe of all of the incredible theories and analyses you've posted!! i'm obsessed w all of your banger gay mike posts & i'm also both fascinated and disturbed by all of the dots you've connected regarding brenner, henry, & the lab. your posts are so insightful and compelling and you've made me think about so many things that i never would've noticed on first glance. i also love that you're both unflinchingly confident but also insanely kind - a rarity in most fandoms, especially this one, and i love that energy on my dash. i'm very proud to be your grandma (your words not mine -- no i will not let you forget about that 🙏🏼)

@mandycantdecide hiiiii amanda!! i love your blog so much, and even though we don't share all of the same fandoms i love seeing your posts about everything you're interested in because i can always feel your energy and enthusiasm for it no matter what :) in fact, it was actually your posts that made me want to get back into 911, and you have no idea how grateful i am to you for that because being in that fandom is the most fun i've had in a really long time. so thank you, thank you thank you for that, and for generally being so sweet 💕

@howtobecomeadragon ayla!! hello!! i know we don't know each other super well but i Really wanted to let you know how much i appreciate your posts and all of your contributions to this fandom. you were one of my first favorite blogs when i first joined in august and you have no idea how thrilled i was when you followed me back haha 😅 i looooove your theory posts so much and i think your fics are fantastic (and i am Eagerly awaiting the end of come back to me and forgive everything so i can read it). you're also super sweet and kind to everyone around you, and i love seeing you on my dash 💞

@mrperfectlyfinetv hi jake!! as my designated Swiftie Mutual i feel like i should let you know that i don't usually follow taylor swift blogs bc swifties are scary but your gifs are so gorgeous and your takes are so good that i just Had to break my rule and follow you anyway. i really enjoy reading all of your opinions on miss swift even if you are a rep hater asdkjendfcskjflejrf and i adore all of your pretty ST and taylor swift gifsets!! i also love how much you love speak now and you've definitely made me go back and give it a few more listens so that i can appreciate it more & at this point i'm begging taylor to release speak now tv soon just for you 🫶

@magentamee - hi bre :) your art style is absolutely delicious and your writing is so cute and i've always noticed how committed you are to uplifting everyone around you in this fandom. also this is random but your friendship with amanda and @/likegoldintheair is so cute and whenever you guys post about each other i always find myself smiling at how sweet your interactions are. you’re just a person who always brings a smile to my face when i see you on the dash and i want to thank you for that 💗

@paintingformike hi!! i've said this before but i really do think you've always been The strongest soldier in the byler fandom (like, ngl your posts were Carrying byler tumblr for a while there while everyone was still in their debating-over-s5-canon phase). you've always been so levelheaded and astute with your observations, and i've always admired and respected how your posts make it seem so simple and So clear how all of the overarching themes of the show are leading to byler endgame. you've got an incredible way with words and i'm so glad to have you in our fandom 💞

and now for the creatives in this fandom - some incredible gifmakers whose beautiful sets have been the highlight of my dash, some wonderful writers who have ripped my heart out over and over again only to stitch it back together seamlessly just one paragraph later, and brilliant fan artists who are able to capture so much and make me feel the entire spectrum of human emotion with just a few brush strokes:

@sharpesjoy - em!! you're an absolute sweetheart and such a joy to see on my dash. all of your gifs are so gorgeous and so clearly infused with all of the love that you have for everything you watch and i've added several shows to my watchlist because your gifs have made me want to watch them so badly 💞

@heroeddiemunson - kai!! your creations are so beautiful and you have this unique gifmaking style that i'm totally obsessed with!! your colorings and typography are always so pretty and i Love how special and creative your sets are, especially the D&D character sheets. like.....i have no idea how u come up w all these incredible ideas but i'm so very glad u do bc my dash is better for it❣️

@kaliprasad - hi!! your blog is amazing and i'm so glad that i found it bc all your gifs are fantastic and i love them So much. i think your talent is insane tbh, that byers brothers set that you made for me a little while ago is still one of my favorite things i've seen on this whole site, and i love that you love them just as much as i do 🫂

@kingofscoops - no one, and i mean no one, does coloring like you!! all of your sets are so vibrant and bring so much life to my dash & i think the ST fandom is very lucky to have you ❤️

@aliecenthightower - emilia!! your gifs are stunning and i'm completely in love with your song lyric edits. they're all absolutely beautiful and i'm in awe of how perfect and emblematic the lyrics you choose are, like you just Get these characters, y'know?

@mayahawkins - MADDYYYYYYY you are So talented, and believe me when i say that your gifs have been the Biggest inspiration for my own gifmaking journey. all your sets are so pretty & i love everything you make - including your playlists which live rent free in my mind!! but as a reminder i also love following your blog for You and not just your gifs :) you're an incredibly sweet person and ur presence on my dash is utterly invaluable 💗

@padme-amidala - hi erika!! okay, calling you a gifmaker almost feels wrong because that word doesn't feel like enough to encompass how beautiful your work is...all ur ideas are So amazing and you have such a natural eye for color and detail!! it is so clear that you pour so much love into all of your creations, and if i'm being honest, one of the reasons why i am so grateful to be a byler shipper is so that i can appreciate your craft to the fullest. and you're also Such a genuinely kind person that i always look forward to seeing on the dash!! thank you for being so lovely!!

@wiseatom - hi thea!! your writing is the ultimate definition of comfort. when i read ur work, no matter what i'm doing physically, mentally i am in my cozy bed with the fireplace crackling in the corner, surrounded by twinkly lights and warm blankets, sipping hot cocoa bc that is the kind of emotion ur writing invokes ✨

@byeler - irene!! your fics were my introduction to the world of byler fics and i admire you and your writing so very much 💞 i don't know how it's possible for one person to have this much skill and talent, but you do, and i'm so grateful that you've chosen to share it with us. eagerly waiting on a new heavy hopes chapter was one of the highlights of my fandom experience and that fic is a piece of writing that i will always come back to over and over again 🫶

@astrobei - suni i have been reading fics for over a decade now and i have still never encountered a writer that does emotion quite like you do, devastating me with every single fic you put out. i promise i mean this in the best way possible but you're So damn good at capturing all of that heartbreak and pain and inflicting the same agony on your readers, and it would have killed me by now if not for the fact that you're equally good at writing the sweetest fluff that has me melting into a puddle whenever i read 🫂

@hopelessromanfic - lyssaaaa!!! i've been Such a huge fan of landslide ever since you started writing it - it's one of my all time favorite fics in the fandom and i'm obsessed with the storyline and your characterization in all of your fics 😍

@artistaquinterob - hi!! your art style is so ADORABLE and your use of color in your work is stunning and i just adore everything you draw, especially your will and el art and your jargyle art 🥹

@junkoandthediamonds - your character studies are beautiful and i'm obsessed with your byler comics, your gifs and your ST x DC crossovers!!! i love your realistic style so So much and if i worked for the duffers i would 1000000% hire you to draw the official comics because i can't get enough of your work 🥰

@livsmessydoodles - fun fact: last year, when HSMTMTS s3 was airing, i remember seeing your rina art throughout the season and immediately fell in love with your style and your interpretation of the characters, and the same exact thing happened when i saw your ST work, and it wasn't until you followed me that i put the pieces together and realized that you were the same person 😅 your style is So gorgeous and your art just makes me so happy, and trust me when i say that i am mentally wallpapering all of your work to the inside of my brain so i can look at it forever❣️

and of course, a very special shoutout to all of the people that i don't know too well but are still such a comfort to have on tumblr: @miwism @yearninginblue @kittykat940 @robinsnance @jesper-faheyss @bylersheart @usergabby @achingly-shy @wheelersboy @wontbyers @stbyers @will80sbyers @watpoetry @frodohaven 💝

+ to all my other mutuals: tumblr wouldn't let me link your profiles because of some ridiculous limit, but please know that i see all of you and i am hugging you through my screen rn. thank you!! 👍🏼

#WHEW this took me a million years. but it was So worth it <3 #also i'm so pleased w the gif. cause it's me!! it's my icon!!!!#crazy together & purple :)#but anyway. thank u all for existing 💖#myedit #rae.txt #bday

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sambuuck · 2 months

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ifd feedback fest 2024 rec list!!!

merry international fanworks day y’all!!! as part of the celebrations I have prepared a lil rec list of my current Pokémon interests, I hope you find something to enjoy in here!!!

Blankshipping

Trainspotting Ain't All It's Cracked Up To Be (Can We Please Add Earplugs to Gear Station's Uniform) byTrashfireRadiowaves

there is so much i love about this fic - autistic twins, emmet caring so deeply for his brother, ingo's holey post hisui memory, power dynamics, the sweet sweet erotica, ingo being so very well cared for. this is chefs kiss grade fic. i want to bury myself in it and never leave.

Achromatic by constantconfinement

when i first saw this fic on tumblr i made a series of very garbled happy noises, before posting it in all my discords with rec channels and telling everyone else to join me in making happy garbled sounds. gay culture? in my blankshipping? it's more likely than you think

Aftermath by feldkommandant

anime submas is the best submas and this fic lives in my head forever rent free. the erotica is super sweet and i love ingo being the bossy older brother and making sure emmet is well looked after following the invasion into their personal train sanctum.

and so he said, by Anonymous

these boys are deeply in love, but they are trash brothers first and this fic captures my most favourite characterisation of them - sweet and cuddly, 100% down to ruin the mood for the bit

Hayloft by 9_cats_in_a_trench_coat

i first read the spanish version of this through google translate, and even with gt's clunky translation there was something absolutely cathartic about watching our boys destroy someone who hurt them and set the house on fire. and now there's an english translation!!! a bona fide english translation!!! and it's so much better than what gtranslate spat up ❤️

EphemeralArt Shipping

concession by Anonymous

sometimes there are fics that you want to shove in your face and roll around for a bit. and this is it for me!!! trans erotica with that deep intensely overwhelming intimacy of having someone see you as you for the first time.... asddshfdsggsdhgsdg i love!!!

Dream by petalhymn

i am a simple man. i enjoy old men. i enjoy piss kink. this combines them both. simple, sweet erotica, and the trusting bond between brassius and hassel is a+++

Arven/Florian

blood inheritance by Anonymous

god this fic is everything to me!!! arven's complex feelings on his parents, his grief and fury at what they did to him, finding his own path through it, florian having his back and all his friends rallying around him like AUGH i love it. also getting to tell turo to yeet like yes my son!!! fucking yeet that man!!!

WIPs I'm excited to see more of

Purest Silver Cannot Dim by cascabel

there is something about monastary au's that just really speaks to me, and this brassius/hassel one is already hitting all the right notes for me. i am so so excited to see where this one goes!!!

Semi-Conductors by Nemidari

I am very much enamoured with the idea of ingo and emmet being so cosmically bound together that not even a little thing like mutual loathing can keep them apart. i love their rivalry in this, and watching the two of them slowly and surely inch closer to each other is everything to me <3

#FeedbackFest #FeedbackFest2024 #blankshipping #ephemeralartshipping #arven/florian #rec list #ifd2024

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myork · 2 years

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9 Years Of BTS . (130613)

One word you associate with BTS or how they make you feel

As answered by my mutuals and followers ♡

Thank you so much to everybody who answered and shared your reasons with me <3 here are a few other explanations <3

"I'm a Christian and I was pretty scared of joining this fandom because I though I was going to be judged. But I wasn't–like, at all. This family is filled with the people I trust the most, because BTS and ARMY always got my back–And I'll always have theirs."

"if it was two words i would say big brothers because that's exactly what they are to me. a bit like the kuyas (a word in plural form in my native language used to refer to an older man with respect or for an older man in general like older brothers) i've never had. that's probably why i picked "family." i think it hits me hard because i don't have any siblings. also my mom is willing to adopt them and become their mom lol."

"they made me learn to love myself, and love life... <3"

"ive never seen such a tight-knit group honestly it’s like they’re all siblings. also each one of them are talented in their own way."

"I just feel like theyre rlly good role models for healthy communication and. idk they make me feel loveable/not alone with my mental health struggles."

"My sense of purpose. Life for me was eat, sleep, work until they inspire me to want to do and be more."

"Their music makes me so happy and almost always puts a smile on my face. Songs like Mikrokosmos and Anpanman and Butter especially just always make me grin. And then of course they release so much content that makes me smile. And interacting with other Army makes me smile too, its always nice to connect with someone over a shared love for BTS. Have you ever been so overcome/overwhelmed with happiness that you started laughing?? BTS makes me do that on a regular basis."

"for me bts is the representation of brotherhood/family. They have been together for more than 10 years, they have known each other so well, in other words, they are like brothers who support and love each other no matter what and i think that's sweet because in our society people tend to judge this kind of friendships by calling them "gay". However, you know what's the best thing? That they don't care about what people say about them, they still behave the same way with each other and that's what makes me love them even more."

"Basically like home. I know they're extremely chaotic but there's this sense of peace in my heart that I found them."

"Always make me swoon."

"There really is no better word for me to explain how those seven young men from South Korea make me feel. I don't feel any other band I followed/stan in the past years ever felt as comforting (and familiar, in a way) as BTS does. Whenever I feel like I'm about to fall into a bad mental state, or I'm bored/sad or I just want to distract myself from this real world, I listen to their music or watch a run bts episode or even a compilation of their best/funniest/most comforting moments and feel better. No matter what, they always manage to make me smile and bring me the same comfort I would feel as my closest friend hugged me for hours."

"they were there for me through some really hard times, i don't know what i would've done without them."

"i’m a baby army (got interested in them after grammys 2022) and i haven’t been this happy in a while, watching random yt videos of them, listening to their songs and their meaning. for me it’s like a ray of sunshine everytime. i don’t have army friends yet so i can’t have pretty much no one to talk abt this so i just make my friends/bf listen to my daily rants about them haha"

"because they make me happy."

"BTS encourages me to love myself. BTS loves me and other ARMY even without meeting most of us. They love us so much that they tell us to stop listening to their music, watching their videos, etc. and go do important things like homework, work, or spending time with family and friends. BTS loves us so much that they want to give all ARMYs a free concert. BTS loves us so much that they post little updates of their lives when they know we're missing them. BTS loves us so much that they use us to love themselves. BTS loves us so much that they call us their best friends, their butterflies, and their stars. BTS loves us so much that they've created a community of people who respect each other like brothers and sisters even if they don't know each other personally (ARMY). BTS' love has created social movements for change and has donated so much money for the greater good. This love is truly pure and genuine, and I have never felt such a love from someone so far away, never mind from an artist to a fan. It doesn't matter that we're hemispheres apart, because I feel like they are with me and I am with them. This love is why BTS makes me feel loved."

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yunessa · 10 days

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15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

tagged by @dujour13

1.) "If you said it was safe safe to walk off this cliff I'd believe you. Why the face? It's a sign of how much I trust you that I'm willing to even consider such a thing."

2.) "Everyone wants us on their side, working for their own ends. Have you noticed that? They all want us as a pawn, not an equal or a leader. Not truly."

3.) "Don't push your human morality onto me."

4.) "I like this field of purple wildflowers. If I could ever have a home, I'd like to to border a place like this- old forests, the sea, fields of tall grasses and wildflowers. It soothes something in my elven heart that I have forgotten."

5.) "You talk like you're evil Trever. But six hundred times you have made the same choice- to be better. It is easier to be cruel and greedy. It's never easy to be a better man and each day you wake up and make that choice you're better than the man you were yesterday."

6.) "A... birthday? I've never thought about it for myself. Let's put it on a day the people need a holiday in Drezen. I- wait. Why are you looking at me like that?"

7.) "Out of all the things I've ever claimed to be 'good' was not one of them. I've seen the person I am on the inside and they're a terrible creature."

8.) "I tried not to be you enemy. I never failed to work for your interests. You want me to be your enemy? Then so be it. Let Calistra bear witness to your decision today."

9.) "In a hundred lives I would die for you. And I will do the same a hundred lives more."

10.) "I do hate you. You're a demon and not once have you shown yourself to be apologetic for your actions. But... you're more honest than she is. It says a lot about this crusade when the demons are more trustworthy than the ones that are supposed to be good and pure."

11.) "Sometimes I think I can't wait for this crusade to be over but other times... other times I find it difficult to imagine a normal life. How could I live without looking over my shoulder for demons and keeping watch for traps?"

12.) "I've been told I'm not longer allowed to hold my lyre when we sit down and talk serious. Apparently plucking at the lute to add dramatic effect is 'a disturbance to the meeting'."

13.) "No quill and no paper but you still drew my attention."

14.) "Desna placed the stars in the sky, so the priest's say. But they failed to mention the stars she placed in your eyes."

15.) "Listen Sosiel- no, no hold on- listen. You said the bleeding was internal, right? Well blood is supposed to be inside the body so you need to stop fussing about me being up and walking. No! Wait a moment Sosiel-gah!"

tagging: @shiawasekai and whoever would like to do this. Following the chain it seems like all of my mutuals were tagged. :)

#yunessa #pwotr pals

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digitalstardust · 1 year

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"Stereo Hearts" TFP Soundwave x f!reader

Note: My first "official" fic or whatever, so please excuse me if this sucks >3

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, self-hate and cheating? Not Soundwave tho

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Your pedes were slung over the edge of the Nemesis, dangling them and feeling the wind rush through your struts, blowing your sadness away.

It's been a few months ever since Oracle arrived on Earth, and ever since that cycle you knew for a fact that her lover was smitten with the new femme.

You kept your emotions in a bottle inside of you, working harder and better than ever in order to try to win his spark back.

Emphasis on try.

You banished the negative thoughts and focused on the night sky.

You admired the way the constellations were the same as Cybertron on Earth. It reminded you of home, the place that you grew up in, and also helped destroy.

You laughed at the irony of it. Here you were, reminiscing at the old days back at Cybertron, where the only challenge you had was finding new tricks to manipulate the ignorant senators.

One might ask, "If you missed your planet so much, why destroy it in the first place?"

...

Good question.

Love, you supposed.

Young, innocent love.

Well, maybe not so innocent.

You scowled at the thought. Picking up a stray rock, you threw it towards the sky and watched it sink into the clouds, just like the love you had.

Sinking.

It was stupid, really, to believe in a love with a warlord. A madmech no less.

You couldn't exactly blame the others for not knowing your sadness, seeing that the entire relationship was kept under the covers.

Just how did you fall in love with him? Love at first sight, you supposed.

But you can't blame anyone for this other than yourself. You had it coming, you again supposed.

But he was just so...

Alluring.

Yes, that's the word.

He was strong, powerful and had an ambition, much similar to yourself. You remembered clearly what happened that day.

The two of you were friends at the time, with him attending every one of your court debates and discussions with the senators, and you attending every one of his speeches and gladiator fights.

And that was when you met Soundwave, your closest and most trusted friend to date.

The sleek, black and quick Decepticon that had femmes falling for him helms over pedes left and right with his "strong and silent" charm.

No one could blame the femmes, seeing that he had a smooth and velvety voice that was able to make the coldest of all bots fall for him. You were the only one that remained indifferent to his charms.

The two of you immediately clicked as friends, and from that day on no one saw one without the other, be it having fun outside, going to the training centre or even at work, which was convenient seeing that Soundwave was also a senator.

You remembered that femmes would follow the both of you and send you glares that could have offlined you then and there.

You remember the seriousness that you had in you when you confronted him about it.

"Soundwave, we need to talk."

"Hm?"

"I think there are bots stalking you."

He burst into laughter at that, and his laughter made it even more fun for some reason.

You might have had a small crush on him at some point, but it ended pretty quickly after realising that if others found out you liked him it would be the end of yourself.

When did you start to like him? Perhaps after the stalking talk? Or was it the way that he was so perfect? It was so long ago that you forgot.

The difference between Soundwave and Megatron was that you knew you could always count on Soundwave to be there on time, to be able to listen and just generally be there for you, whilst with Megatron it felt more like...

More like...

Mutual liking, but not fully trusting the other as much as you and Soundwave trusted each other.

You didn't have to be shy in front of Soundwave. Sure, you blushed once or twice when he complimented you with his smooth talking, but he was the one that usually ended up like Red Energon.

If you had looked a little closer, you would've noticed the sadness in his eyes when you accepted Megatron's confession to you after becoming champion of the ring.

If you had looked a little closer, just a little closer, you would've noticed that the person meant for you was not Megatron, but somebot else.

But it was kind of hard to with sadness clouding your processor.

You felt something wet slide off your optics, and raising your servos, you wiped the stray tear away.

"Such weak emotions. What would Lord Megatron think of me if he saw me like this?"

A Decepticon was supposed to be strong. Cold, heartless and unforgiving.

You laughed bitterly at the tears now streaming down your faceplates. You might as well join the Autobots and cry with them, you thought.

The moment you admitted to your sadness, the waterworks came. You buried your faceplate in your servos and started to rock back and forth.

You were stupid to believe in something as fleeting as love. You should have known that he was going to replace you once you had served your purpose.

You were a tool from the very start. Useless, annoying and a waste of time. A mere puppet on strings. To think that you were once the puppet master.

You were too naïve. No wonder he looked down on you. You supposed that everyone else on the ship did too, even though they laughed and smiled when you were around.

After all, who would know faking emotions better than you did?

You were gasping as if Primus had clasped his servo around your windpipe. You assumed that this was the sensation that humans described as "suffocating".

You hated it. Honestly. It made you feel weak, feel vulnerable. It made you feel alive.

And you hated it.

You had tried to push away your emotions for so long. You would've gone with reprogramming yourself like how Shockwave did to himself, but you've heard of thousands of stories where the reprogramming went wrong. And those stories weren't told by themselves.

Tears cascaded down your faceplates as you sobbed into the night. You haven't felt so much sadness, so much pent-up anger, so much pain in ages.

It was refreshing and tiring at the same time, given that you haven't cried in such a long time.

You heard the doors swish open and the familiar pair of pedes walking towards where you were.

Quiet, subtle but still there if you listen closely, unlike the loud stomps that you've grown used to in the presence of Megatron.

You tried in vain to wipe the tears that had no intention of stopping for you. You then decided to just sit there and pretend that everything was fine.

It worked for about 2 nanokliks.

You hugged your knees and stared at the nothingness below. A spindly digit reached out and tilted your faceplates so that they could get a clear view of you.

You averted their stare and looked away in shame. It would be a miracle if you managed to not offline out of embarrassment. You felt the tears rushing up again.

Long and lean arms hugged your petite frame, and it took about 0.1 nanokliks to break down in their arms.

Unlike Megatron, Soundwave didn't ask what was wrong. He just sat there and hugged you, giving you all the time that you needed.

You clasped onto him as if he was on life support, not daring to let go, as if you would fall into an endless abyss if you did. He reached up again and patted your back, successfully soothing you and calming you down.

"Feeling better?" He asked softly after you calmed down. You were pleasantly shocked at hearing his voice, even more shocked at the fact it was still as smooth and velvety as you remembered.

You could only nod.

"What happened?"

"Megatron..." You whispered, not quite wanting to talk about the details and subconsciously burying your faceplates in his shoulder pads. Besides, you were pretty sure that he already knew what you were talking about.

He was silent for a few nanokliks, then muttered, "You can do better..."

You didn't say anything, still not daring to let go. It's been ages since the two of you had time alone together, not being bothered or rushing to go anywhere so you took that advantage and basked in the comfortable silence.

"Can you sing for me?" You croaked, not sure if he was going to push you off the Nemesis or not.

If you were looking at him, you would've seen the smile on his faceplates.

"My heart's a stereo,

"It beats for you, so listen close"

"Hear my thoughts in every note"

You couldn't help but gasp. After all those vorns, his voice hasn't changed at all even with the lack of use for so long.

He chuckled and asked, "So do you want me to sing or not?"

You nodded again.

"Make me your radio,"

"And turn me up when you feel low,"

"This melody was meant for you,"

"So sing along, to my stereo."

You couldn't help but laugh. "After all these vorns, you still sing the same old song."

"It's the one I know the best," He said, shrugging.

“Yet you only know the chorus."

"Um- That's not important."

You giggled. You missed this part of him a lot, something that you don't get to see every cycle.

He couldn't help but smile. How could he not smile when seeing the femme he loved the most laugh because of him?

"Do you ever think the war would end?" You asked, gazing at the night sky.

"Yes. It has to." Soundwave replied, gazing at the brightest star in front of him.

"I want to go home. I'm sick of running from the Autobots 24/7." You muttered. "I want to see my family online. I want to see the senators for frag's sake."

"Y/N. Y/N. Look at me." He said looking into my optics, dead serious.

"We're going to go back to Cybertron, online, and you will see your family. I promise."

You smiled a bittersweet smile.

"Even if we go back, we'll be fugitives." You muttered, tracing your own cables. "It might be better here."

"Then we'll go on the run together. Don't you remember what we swore to each other when we joined factions?"

"Together, forever, no matter where."

You laughed and lay on your back, gesturing Soundwave to do the same.

"Look up at the sky, Soundwave," You said, using your digit to lift his chin up so that he could see the night sky.

"Can you see that star?" You asked, pointing at one of the gazillion stars in the sky.

"Mhm," Soundwave said, clearly not seeing it. "Remind me, which star out of the bazillion were you talking about again?"

You rolled your optics. "That one," You said, pointing your digit in the direction that you were talking about.

"See that star? The one that has light pulsing in and out?"

"Yeah," He said, finally able to locate the star she was talking about. It was familiar, but he couldn't place his digit on which planet it was. An exoplanet?

"That's Cybertron. The pulsing light is Primus' sparkbeat. As long as Cybertron's still alive, we'll go back." You said, gazing at the impressive star.

"We'll go back." He repeated, believing in his own words.

"Promise me that you won't leave me. Not like... him." You said, trailing off. "Promise me you won't be like him."

He took off his visor and set it aside, revealing the violet optics that were emblazoned into your processor the day that you saw them.

He raised a thin digit and lifted your helm. He did this all slowly, as if afraid that you'd push him away or tell him to stop.

You didn't.

He leaned in, and that was when you discovered how it felt to have clouds on your lips.

His lips were... soft. Very soft, and they differed and suited his voice at the same time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, deepening your kiss.

"I promise, Y/N." He whispered after pulling away, the promise that will go on forever.

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