#let the others suffer of those two antics

[queers-gambit]

Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses

prompt: when Eddie confesses he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, you start coughing out flower petals.

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 8.8k [got a bit carried away]

note: given ages aren't confirmed in the show, let's establish that Chrissy is 17-18 years old, and Eddie's 19. reader's 18.

warnings: Hanahaki Disease ([Japanese folklore] fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when suffering from one-sided love), cursing, angst, seemingly unrequited love, but things work out! ✅ no spoilers

other Eddie Munson Hanahaki Disease fics: Tears in the Rain Gone with the Sin

Like every other Friday night, you hitched a ride back to his trailer with Eddie as you had nowhere else to be. Well, probably wasn't true as you were a social butterfly with plenty of prospective friends to hang out with, but your favorite place on any given day was always with Eddie.

He was home, he was safety, he was warmth, he was what you needed after either a really bad, or even a really good day.

Eddie had this superpower where he could either turn your bad mood around or he could increase your happiness tenfold. He was next to never upset or angry or frustrated, he was content to vibe in a constant state of "chill".

Your feelings for him might've started around your sophomore year, when he decked Jason Carver in the jaw for making you uncomfortable. Even to this day - it was one of the only times you've seen him angry, and the fact that it was because Jason was flirting with you made your heart lift. It spurred the hate between the two boys, but only solidified your everlasting friendship with Eddie. Yet, you buried these feelings out of fear of rejection, and change - you didn't want things to change.

You liked things where they were.

But it was getting harder to pretend you didn't like your best friend. As if everything he did didn't make you feel silly, stupid, and giddy all at once.

As if those wide, brown, doe eyes didn't make you melt, yet simultaneously make you feel stronger than before. A single look from him could give you enough confidence for a week.

As if his antics, pet names, hand holds, late night cuddle sessions when you were feeling lonely didn't put your stomach in knots but send you heart up to the sky, like if was filled with helium.

However, you were content because you never wanted to lose him. So, you'd suffer through whatever this was if it meant he stayed close. Despite the heaviness in your chest, you continued to pretend nothing was wrong because if Eddie picked up on it, he would surely hound you until you confessed - something you couldn't handle.

So, you curled up beside him in his (stained) bed with your head leaning on his shoulder as his hands distracted themselves by fiddling with the strings on his acoustic guitar while you nursed the joint between your lips. You were content to simply exist with him; be in his presence and listen to his musical talents. Occasionally, your hand would raise the joint to his lips, allowing him to take his own hit and for the peacefulness to prolong.

Things were good - like they've been for the past few years of being "best friends". I mean, yeah, you knew Eddie before the "Jason incident", but you were just a Freshman that only knew the town's Freak from a distance. You had two classes together. Often saw him at lunch. Sometimes gave him notes if he missed class. And ever since that day that he protected you from Jason's creepy moves, you've been thicker than thieves.

Things were quiet in his room outside of the occasional crackling of the joint's end, and his lazy strumming; things were peaceful; things were good.

Until Eddie sighed and leaned back to the wall behind you both, interrupting the simple thoughts in your head.

"What's up?" You asked quietly, turning to ash the joint in the plastic tray on his bedside table. "Huffin' pretty loud over there, pretty boy, I can practically hear you overthinking."

"It's stupid," he chuckled, focusing on the strings beneath his fingertips again. "Don't even think about it."

"I doubt it's nothing," you countered. "C'mon, you tell me any and everything."

"I, uh... I don't know how to tell you this thing, though..."

Now you were curious, "You kill someone?"

"What? No! God!"

"Gotta hide a body?"

"Not this weekend."

Nodding, you asked, "You fuck my mom?"

"Not yet, but can't say it's not on my to-do list," he teased lightly.

"Then I don't know what scenario there could be that you're too scared to tell me," you chuckled, smoking wafting in the thin air between you both, lingering from the lack of circulation. "C'mon, cutie, what's up with you? You don't usually hold back."

He sighed, the strings plucking harshly as he his head flopped back now. "It's just... Have you given any thought to prom?"

"Prom?" You repeated with a small laugh. "Not entirely, I don't know. Why? Thinking of crashing it?"

But he was silent, which made you a little nervous. You sat up and turned to face him head-on, your criss-crossed legs resulting in one knee pressing to his thigh. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a subtle shake from his head assured you that he changed his mind.

"Are you going?" he asked softly instead.

"Um, nobody's asked so I don't know. I'd like to, maybe," you tried to joke. "Why? You offering?"

He chuckled lowly, "Uh, well, I would be, if..."

"If?"

He gulped, "You know Chrissy?"

Of course you knew Chrissy Cunningham, who didn't? You didn't live under a rock, for God's sake. She was the designated 'it girl' of Hawkins, the 'queen' as people dubbed her - a sweet girl who was captain of the cheer squad that had an impeccable smile. Adorable strawberry blonde hair. A petite body, sweet voice, and of course, she'd been Eddie's crush since middle school. Yeah, you knew Chrissy Cunningham.

"Yeah," you breathed, nodding slowly. "What about her?"

"Well, I uh... I was thinking of asking her to prom. You know, before we graduate and get the fuck out of this town... Thought maybe I'd try my hand, you know? See if... See if something could finally happen."

You swear your ears started ringing because no way you heard him correctly, right? No way he was telling you he was going to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom - no way. There wasn't any way. After all, the plan since about a year ago was that you would go together pending no other offers. No way the guy you've been in-love with for fucking YEARS was telling you he wanted to ask someone else.

And Eddie didn't know, but about 8 different guys had already asked you but you didn't want to go with them. You wanted Eddie to ask you - you wanted to spend a night of teenage normalcy with your best friend, and maybe get the chance to confess your feelings for him on the dance floor. Maybe you'd dress to match. Maybe he'd even get you a corsage - but Eddie wasn't the type.

So, why was he thinking about asking Chrissy? High school thriving Chrissy? Who would definitely want the stereotypical high school experience? Like - prom with a pretty dress, lots of laughter, her date giving her a corsage as her mom snapped pictures.

She would want all that, right? Would Eddie be the right date to give it to her?

You were honestly shocked he wanted to even go due to the idea that anything socially conforming was out of bounds for him. And when you made that pact, it was mostly out of a joke but you had hoped this whole time he was being serious. And he was being serious about prom, but not with you...

"Sweetheart?" Eddie asked softly, his brows now furrowed in concentration. "You okay? You look a little shaky."

Instantly, you nodded. "Yeah, totally, just, um... Just remembered I have this huge essay due Monday, yeah, uh-huh, yep. I should probably get started on it." Eddie's brows now fully crinkled as you jerked your leg away from his when his hand moved to lay on it, turning and instantly finding your belongings scattered around the floor of his bedroom. "Um, yeah, so, as for prom and Chrissy - I think it's cute. You should ask her, she'd be stupid to say no."

Eddie watched you tug your shoes on in haste, sitting up, "Hey, slow down, speed racer, I'll drive you - "

"No, it's cool," you assured swiftly, tugging your jacket on to combat the chill of the spring night. "I need the exercise."

Eddie scoffed, "I'm not letting you walk."

"I don't want a ride, Eddie," your voice took on an uncharacteristic hardened tick, something you've never had to use with Eddie. But you couldn't help it, your chest was caving in and lungs burning the longer you stayed there. "I just wanna walk for a bit, clear my head before homework, okay?"

He nodded slowly, "You sure, doll?"

"Positive."

Eddie frowned when your bag was tugged up your shoulder, turning from his room and jumping when he called, "Wait!"

Praying to God he was going to tell you he changed his mind and he wanted to ask you to prom - not Chrissy - you turned to look back to him. But he only pouted, "Don't leave without sayin' goodbye, sweetheart, c'mere."

Fearing the wet sensation coating your throat, you just backed up to the door and blindly reached for the doorknob, "You'll see me later, Eds. I've gotta go."

"Call me when you get home?" He asked, standing from his bed when you pulled his bedroom door open and moved out into the hall of his trailer. "Hey, hey, honey, what's the rush?" Eddie called, jogging a couple steps to follow after you.

"Just gotta go, Eds," you couldn't face him. But something tickled your throat and nose, prompting you to ask, "Um, do you have any tissues?"

He nodded, watching you pause by the front door before turning for the bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a box and handed it over, "Take it. I'm sure your allergies are acting up."

You nodded, "Thanks."

"Wait - "

But you were out the door and surging down the steps of his 'porch', turning on the gravel and making for the main road. Eddie watched you go from his front door, worrying over whatever he'd said, but after wracking his mind, he couldn't understand. He didn't need to know your chest was so painful, you debated if you were having a heart attack at 18; making you desperate to get away from him if it meant the pain would lessen.

You cried the whole walk home. The 8-minute car ride was actually a 41 minute walk due to the tightness in your chest, the tissue box tight in your hand as your lungs started to itch, burn, constrict themselves.

The coughing started that night. The entire walk, you used tissue after tissue to cough into and would ignore the flecks of color present against the soft white, shoving them down into your bag.

When you arrived home, the house was, as usual, empty. Steve Harrington used to hang out a lot with you due to how often both of your parents are out of town but once he started dating Nancy Wheeler, all visits stopped. Granted they were broken up now, he still didn't come back, and you were forced to get used to the loneliness. It left room for Eddie to slide into his place, often coming over to keep you company as being home alone for so long often made you nervous.

Eddie hated you feeling nervous, so, he had a couple of shirts and pants at your house for him to change into when he stayed the night. Now that he was going to make a move on Chrissy Cunningham, it made you think there wouldn't ever be other sleepovers. You worried he would never come back to your home, and an ice pick was conjured to stab through my heart.

In your room, you tossed your bag to your bed and groaned when it bounced off and spilled the contents over the floor. Shaking your head, you coughed a couple more times and got ready for bed; but soon, the coughing turned violent.

Kneeling over, your throat burned with crushing pain as your chest felt too tight with pressing tension. The heaviness was back, sitting right on your sternum and causing a twisting discomfort when you hurled into the toilet bowl. However, when your watery eyes opened, they were staring straight into clear water that was peppered with tiny little florals with swirls of bright red blood.

Panting in shock, confusion inked into your mind as you stood shakily to your feet and rushed for your bag again, pushing through the belongings to find the used tissues. Panic swelled in your chest when the tissues found, too, were coated in petals and blood.

"What?" you whispered to yourself, fear taking over. However, instead of doing the rational thing, like go to the hospital, you just threw the tissues away, flushed the rest, and curled up in bed out of exhaustion and draining adrenaline. Sobs wracked your lungs, making your body convulse and for the coughing to get worse.

You didn't move all weekend. You couldn't, for the pain was too great in your heart, mind, and body. Even when the phone rang multiple times through those two days, you couldn't care enough to get out of bed and answer it to see whatever was wanted from you. When the next Monday came around, you forced yourself to get in the shower and wake up from the cold water; getting dressed and heading out the front door to spy Eddie's van at the base of your driveway.

You sighed and made sure there were extra tissues in your bag as you made for his passenger door. When you hopped in, you were greeted with a glare.

"How was the essay?" he grits.

"Fine," you sighed, knowing it was a lie to make your swift escape, and leaned your arm on the door to prop your head up and stare out the window.

"Mhm. Thanks for letting me know you got home safe," he snipped. "Not like I was driving around at 1 am to make sure you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere."

You nodded slowly, "I forgot, I-I'm sorry."

"You forgot?" he repeated before scoffing. But when he glanced over and noted the heavy bags under your distant (watery) eyes, he frowned, "Hey? Y-You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Your nose is bleeding."

"Shit," you hissed, reaching for a tissue, and trying to mop up the blood from under both nostrils. "It's nothing," you tried to explain, sniffling a few times, and noting how sharp the action made your chest. Like something was stabbing through you, perhaps that ice pick again.

He shook his head, leering, "Suuuuure, mhm, okay." But when you didn't respond for another 3 minutes, he was annoyingly asking, "The hell's up with you?"

"Nothing, Eddie."

"Bullshit! You haven't looked at me once, didn't even greet me when you got in, and now you're sitting there, silent as the grave."

You only shrugged, not knowing how to put it in words, "Just tired, Eddie."

"Bullshit," he sighed. "But fine, if you don't want to talk, that's whatever. Just continue ignoring me, I guess."

Your eyes shut as you sighed, whispering, "I'm sorry."

"Why? What'd you do?"

Only shrugging, your head shook, and you sat up when you two made it to school. The moment the car stopped - not even in park - you were opening the passenger door and hopping out to take desperate gulps of fresh air. You waited a moment as Eddie got out, too, and just as his arm lifted to wrap around your shoulders to lead you into school, his attention was caught by someone else.

"Oh, there's Chrissy," he smiled, seeing the pretty cheerleader at her car. "Should I do it now?"

Gulping, you shrugged, "Do whatever makes you happy, Eds."

Eddie didn't understand what he did wrong to deserve your cold shoulder but figured he could talk to you later before making a beeline for Chrissy while you made for the front of the school. You ignored peers around you as you stuffed books and such into your locker, wheezing into a tissue when coughing took over.

A few other students paused to look at you with concern; you hand slamming to a closed locker as you couldn't draw breath in. The pain was suffocating, and the coughing made you nearly double over.

Robin paused at the sight, making her way over to you and just before she could ask if you were okay, she was gasping lightly. Looking up, you saw what caught her attention to spy Eddie Munson entering school with Chrissy Cunningham daintily hanging off his arm. Jason's glare was most prominent, but your best friend’s was much, much fiercer, and you? You had to look away because the ice pick was now hacking at your heart; palpitations making your chest throb with white-hot tension.

"Oh, no," Robin paused, glancing at you to see tears already in your eyes as your hands shook. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry - "

"Why?" You sniffled, shaking your head. "Doesn't matter, they look happy, right?"

"You don't," she whispered.

"Doesn't matter," you repeated. "I'll see you later, Rob."

She frowned as you charged away, watching you go as Eddie and Chrissy came to a halt beside her. "She say what was wrong with her?" Eddie asked the girl softly.

"No," Robin grit her teeth, offering him a stale up and down look. Though, she was slightly impressed Eddie bagged the popular cheerleader, she knew of your feelings for the metalhead, and huffed through her nose before taking off down the hall after you.

"Is everyone mad at me now?" He asked, looking down to the girl he'd successfully asked to prom.

"I'm not," Chrissy chirped with a soft smile.

So, here's the whole thing. Even though you've denied it for years, your friends knew DAMN well how in-love with Eddie you were. Robin had been the only one to really pick up on it a few years ago but kept quiet because of how close you and Eddie were. However, when you sat down for lunch, the Hellfire Club were ready to ask what was wrong when they saw their Dungeon Master enter the cafeteria with Chrissy.

They offered you looks of pity, understanding your behavior now.

Your hands started to shake, and you coughed harshly, bending at the waist to cough into a tissue half under the table. From beside you, Dustin caught a glimpse of pink and red in the tissue as your hand fisted over it and sniffled hotly. "Are you okay?" Gareth asked in concern, his wide eyes looking ready to shed tears. "You're sweating."

"Yeah," you whispered, catching sight of Eddie and Chrissy heading for your table. "Um, I-I forgot I have a test to make up in Spanish, so, I'll see you guys later, okay?" You rushed, picking up your untouched tray of food and shouldered your bag.

Before any of them could protest, you were tossing the tray and racing out of the opposite doors Chrissy and Eddie had come in through. You vaguely heard Eddie calling your name, never turning around, and shoving out of the doors.

You gasped when the fresh air hit you, not caring that you lied about some test and now headed down for the field. You didn't care if someone picked up on your lie. You didn't care about anything other than the crushing feeling in your chest; the way your lungs felt deflated, and how your throat was consistently wet from blood.

Robin had seen your abrupt departure and left Nancy Wheeler's side to follow you. When she found you under the bleachers, coughing and throwing up with tears down your cheeks, she knew something was wrong. Robin crawled under the bleachers, not caring about the trash or debris left, to reach your side and hold your hair back.

"Oh, my God," she wobbled, catching sight of the puddle under you. "W-What the hell is that?"

You panted, a string of blood hanging from your lips before falling to the saliva beneath you. "I-I think... I think something's wrong, Robin."

"No shit!" She hissed. "Let me take you to the nurse - "

"No, it's fine," you insisted, using another tissue to wipe at the blood under your nose. "I uh... I think I know what's going on."

"What?"

"We'll need to go to the library first," you nodded before shaking your head. "No, never mind, y-you should go back to class."

"Nope," she insisted. "I'll go to the library with you. Want me to call Steve? Get us a ride?"

You sniffled and nodded, tugging your bent knees into your chest as she nodded and begged you to stay put before dashing for the outside payphone. She felt anger as her eyes cast through the glass windows of the cafeteria, catching sight of Chrissy and Eddie laughing away with the rest of the Hellfire Club. Her fingers roughly punched in Steve's number and insisted he come pick you and her up. "Right fucking now, dingus!"

About 9 minutes later, Eddie had glanced out of the windows and caught the distance sight of Robin holding you in her arms and walking you (slowly) to Steve Harrington's trademark BMW.

His brows furrowed in confusion and concern before Chrissy's sweet voice was distracting him. In fact, he might've let himself get swept up in the sweetness of Chrissy - that he forgot you. The girl he's wanted since middle school was finally in his grasp but in order to do that, he had to let you go - resulting in cherry blossoms to sprout in your lungs.

The moment he made up his mind about Chrissy was the moment your fate was sealed. And after a trip to the library with Steve and Robin, you had your answer as to what was going on. It didn't make sense, but you understood there were three options for you at this point.

Option One: die. Literally, that was it. Let this disease kill you. Okay, then Option Two: get Eddie to love you back... And that was seemingly farfetched and way out of asking range. Third Option was to undergo a surgery, but according to literature, choosing this surgery would save your life but erase Eddie Munson from your memory. It was the only way to stop the pain besides dying from it or make someone to fall in love with you.

But that wasn't real love, was it?

So, you checked the book out and Steve drove you home.

You thought you could handle things, after all, the book said it could be manageable. So, you soldiered on and played everything off the next Monday as if you had some head cold making you a bit off, and not literal florals blooming in your fucking lungs.

Eddie didn't question it because he was too excited to tell you that Chrissy had said yes. She said yes - to him! To prom! And she was going to wear red, his favorite color. He was so shocked, it made you want to weep a little because Eddie Munson seemed to be the only one (minus Jason Carver) to not understand how amazing Eddie Munson truly was...

Well, maybe the rest of the school body didn't understand either, but that was beside the point. Eddie was always too hard on himself and hearing how shocked and happy he was that Chrissy said yes, just made you honestly sad. He didn't even know how loved he was, making the self-deprivation very real. It was once upon time ago that your job was to help him out of those ruts, but now it would be Chrissy's responsibility.

You knew if he was yours, you wouldn't let a single day go by where he thought he was inadequate. But he wasn't yours, and now that he had Chrissy, you knew he never would be.

Your throat swelled and more petals were coughed into a tissue in your hand when you realized that you'd bought a prom dress (in case Eddie did ask you) about a month ago, and it, too, was red. Yet, he was going to match Chrissy and you'd wasted $150 on a pretty, silk dress... And new heels because your mother insisted you feel (and look) like a princess.

You tried to be excited and happy for him, but it was hard to when Eddie was enraptured with Chrissy. You coughed more in that week than when you had that terrible flu 2 years ago.

When that Friday rolled around, you were heading for his van (like usual), only to find him and Chrissy waiting on you.

"Hey," you greeted cautiously, smiling at the pretty girl you never really had a full conversation with.

"Hey," Eddie smiled - and you noted the lack of pet name. "Uh, you ready to go?"

"Um, yeah," you cleared your throat, glancing at Chrissy again.

He understood your nonverbal question. "I'm thinking I'll drop you off at home first. Cool?" Eddie offered, looking at you as his arm snaked around Chris' waist.

Confusion warped into your voice, "Um, i-it's Friday?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"I-I thought we hung out on Fridays? Like, every Friday?"

Eddie's other hand rose to rub the back of his neck, "Well, yeah, usually, but I'm taking Chrissy out on a date, so, I'll have to drop you off first."

"Oh," your eyes widened, and you felt so fucking stupid in that moment. "Shit, okay, my bad," you backed away, "I can get another ride, it's no big deal. Have fun on your date!"

"Hey, no, don't be ridiculous," Eddie shook his head, taking a tentative step forward as if he was nervous to leave Chrissy's side and approach you. "I take you home every day, c'mon. It's nothing, get in the van. I always take you home."

But you felt sick over the petty idea of sitting in the back while Chrissy took your seat in Eddie's car... Your place in Eddie's life.

Your head shook and a half-smile was forced over your lips. "No, it's seriously okay. You guys should go, it's cool. Have fun, okay?"

Eddie frowned, "I'll call you later tonight, okay?"

"Sure," you whispered, turning finally, and hustling your steps back for the school. Your hand balled in a fist to catch the splatter of blood and petals that shot out of your mouth, trying to shake the sick off so nobody would notice.

Light pink petals danced to the pavement behind you, and your heart plummeted with it as Eddie's van tires squealed when he peeled out of the carpark.

Robin was still at school and agreed to give you a ride home with Steve and Dustin Henderson; the two sharing looks of concern for you the entire drive. They kept asking if they could do anything, but the truth was, they could see the life slowly draining from you, and knew they couldn't do anything.

You didn't answer Eddie's call that night. You didn't let him drive you to school, either, since he'd been busy with Chris that all your conversations now revolved around the girl. This didn't mean he didn't come pick you up, but you usually always opted for the bus to "catch up on reading." You didn't hang out on Fridays either, because it was "date night with Chrissy", and you didn't sit at the Hellfire Club table at lunch.

It went on like this for another three weeks. Eddie replaced you with Chrissy, and she was everywhere you looked. You stopped going to lunch all together in an effort to save yourself from the sight of Eddie's arm around the pretty, popular cheerleader; instead, coughing out cherry blossoms under the bleachers and then forcing a smile on your lips like nothing happened.

The time you did spend together (a minuscule amount of time in comparison), Eddie would fill the space between you with chatter about how amazing Chrissy was - unaware of the pain he was causing you.

Unaware that every word strangled air and rational thought from you.

Unaware that you often held your breath to save you from the pain; to save you from bursting into tears; to save you from yelling at your best friend that you didn't care he finally bagged his crush.

Eddie was going mad, however. He didn't understand your distance, but he also didn't do anything to rectify the situation. He just figured you were going through something, and you'd show up at his trailer soon; tears down your cheeks as his arms open to welcome you.

He started to count the day since he last touched you. Eddie began to feel as if maybe he'd done the right thing by choosing Chrissy due to how far you pulled away from him. He's loved you for years but never admitted or confronted the feelings; so, he convinced himself to let you go in pursuit of Chrissy. So, to save himself from rejection of the most important person in his life, he thought it was a "safer rejection" by asking Chrissy.

He was just shocked she accepted, though he had a sneaking suspicion it was just to piss Jason off. Eddie didn't mind being her distraction because Chrissy was his distraction from you.

When the week of prom rolled around, you couldn't get out of bed because you were in excruciating pain in your heart and mind. Your mother had left on another business trip and only left a stack of cash for "emergencies", telling you she loved you, and never noticing your overflowing waste bin of bloody tissues. So, when Eddie rolled up that Monday, he was confused when you didn't come outside for a few minutes. He beeped, waited longer, beeped again - louder - before confusion troubled his heart.

He knew you were upset and distant, he knew you "liked" riding the bus now; but he also knew you weren't out of your house, yet. He planned on showing up earlier than the time you left, because he wanted to ensure you drove to school together - like usual.

Eddie got out of his van and approached your door, knocking repeatedly but never receiving an answer.

When he got to school, Chrissy told him to call your house and check on you - standing with him, as all he did was listen to the dial tone of a connecting call. You never answered.

At lunch, Eddie found Robin and asked her if she spoke to you at all this past weekend. She glared, "What? You didn't?"

"No," Eddie admitted, "I-I was with Chrissy the whole - "

Robin's eyes rolled and she stood abruptly, making Eddie take a step back. "Forgive me while I go vomit," Robin deadpanned, casting a single glare over his shoulder to the strawberry blonde before pushing past them both.

Eddie asked Hellfire what he'd done - but none of them had an answer. "She's not been looking well," Dustin mentioned. "Keeps coughing out blood."

"What?" Eddie asked, rigid with fear.

Dustin nodded slowly, "I don't think she knows I know, but Steve gave her a ride with us, and her tissues are all bloody."

"She's coughing out blood?" Gareth asked sadly, Dustin nodding. "That's not good, we should get her to a hospital."

"She won't go," Dustin frowned. "I heard Robin trying to convince her, but she keeps saying she's fine."

"She's not fine," Eddie growled.

"Obviously," Lucas rolled his eyes. "She's also not sat with us for weeks."

"She's been avoiding everyone," Jeff added sadly.

"Wonder why," Lucas sneered, casting a glare at his Dungeon Master.

"Am I supposed to know what you're insinuating, Sinclair?" Eddie snipped.

"Aren't you her best friend? Shouldn't you know that she's sick - instead of hearing it from Dustin?"

Eddie shrugged, "So, what? I haven't been able to track her every move. I've been busy - "

"With Chrissy," Dustin and Lucas chimed together; Lucas rolling his eyes before stabbing a green bean forcefully.

"We know," the Freshman 'all-star' basketball player rolled his eyes, pushing his tray away and glaring to the tabletop.

"What did I do?" Eddie asked, looking to his comrades with earnest confusion.

None of them answered because nobody knew what was really wrong. All your friends (including outside of Hellfire) felt concern fester because you were never forthcoming with problems. You never asked for help - it was something observed by others before they're offering you a hand. So, if you were going through something, they knew you'd handle it alone until you couldn't anymore and would confide in them.

Eddie grew increasingly frustrated as time went. For you, time was slower than ever, and you were forced to live through each painful retch and convulsion of your muscles. You laid in bed; a bloody projectile pattern splattered across your sheets; dotted with sticky, pretty petals.

The night of prom rolled around, and you were knelt in front of your toilet again. It had gotten worse; Dustin phoning you every day to update you on school, and unconsciously complaining about how much time Eddie and Chrissy were spending - causing a riff in the group. You tried to assure the Freshman that it was a new and exciting relationship for them both, but Dustin voiced his concerns after spying Chrissy speaking with her ex, Jason Carver.

The vomiting got worse after Dusty's phone call. Acid burned your nose and your throat wept for relief; finding only more pain as the toilet bowl before you decorated with not just your blood, but actual buds of flowers. You knew naturally that cherry blossoms didn't have thorns, but there, before you, were floating pieces of your flesh that was cut from the sharp floral.

You sobbed the whole night. Your chest was ready to cave in and the vomiting, nor pain, wouldn't stop. You wondered if this was how it ended for you - alone, on prom night, coughing out blood while the rest of the town got their romantic night.

Fuckers, you thought bitterly.

But then - the weirdest fucking thing happened. Amid vomiting more buds and thorns, your chest started to feel a little clearer and you could cough the rattling wetness from your lungs. There was just slight relief, but enough for you to draw in harsh breaths. You panted and spat out another bloom, trying to ignore how oddly poetically beautiful this was - to die by a fucking flower strangling you. Your body was thinner in the weeks since your turmoil started, throat too raw to pass any food as your lungs were stuffed with petals. It made living harder.

It made getting out of bed physically impossible.

It made your feet numb.

Your chest to ache.

Your head to throb.

And your stomach to knot itself.

Sweat pooled over your brow and your hand rose to wipe at your nose, smearing blood over your cheek. More vomiting. More pain. More petals and blooms and thorns and blood.

It felt like it'd never end but that was the most justice you had - that this would kill you because you couldn't let go of the love you had for Edward Munson. Love that would last a lifetime - or until it killed you.

Seemed like a fate closer than graduation.

You were startled when knuckles began rapping on your window as another violent purge overtook you. Shaking and sobbing, you ignored whoever had climbed up to your window because you were so focused on keeping your hair back as you purged.

The rapping turned into full-on pounding; the glass pane shaking.

The blossoms were bigger now. Thicker. Small, wee little stems on them that only added to your pain. Petals were left behind on your tongue and sticking to your cheeks; throat bleeding into your stomach from the way thorns shredded it up and down.

"Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart," you recognized Eddie's voice over the sounds of your retching. "Oh, my God, my sweet girl. Shit, you're okay, you're okay, I got you," he assured quietly, taking your hair in his hands to hold back as another wave racked through your body. "You're okay, let it out," he soothed, sitting on the lip of the bathtub, and rubbing your back.

You sniffled and spat the remaining petals from your mouth, using your arms to cover the toilet bowl and block his sight. "W-What're you doing here?" You asked through a thick tongue.

"Your window was open, I let myself in." He reached out for the toilet paper and pulled a bit off, gingerly reaching up and wiping the blood from your lips. "A-Are those petals?" He asked in shock, looking at the toilet tissue.

"Why're you here, Eddie?" You asked again, turning to close the toilet lid and rest your head on it. The cool porcelain felt nice on your feverish skin.

"Where else would I want to be?"

You scoffed, "Just fuck off back to Chrissy, I know that's where you want to be."

It was quiet as sweat dried on your skin and created a new cooling sensation across your tired muscles. "Why're you throwing up blood and petals?"

"Why are you here?" You snapped, lifting your head to glare at him. "If I wanted you around, I would've called."

"Haven't called me in weeks."

"Then maybe I don't want you around. Just go - get out," you grit, turning away from him again. "This is hard enough without you fucking here. Get out."

It was quiet as Eddie didn't move, your chest rattling with every labored breath to make it sound like a wheeze. It caused a new wave of violent coughing, Eddie's eyes widening when you appeared to choke on something in your throat, toilet lid lifted as your fingers crammed in the back of your throat.

From this position, Eddie could make out the blood and blooms floating in the water, flinching when you threw up blood - a sight he'd never wanted to see again. Thorns cut your mouth and lips, making you whimper in sheer pain as your chest was ready to cave in finally. Sweat coated your skin again, and Eddie refused to leave your side. He watched you as your body shook with each retch; how the color of blood stained your lips like expensive make-up.

When you panted and threw yourself back to the wall behind you, Eddie reached out and started to wipe blood from your nose, mouth, chin, and cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"Tell you what?" You wheezed.

"That you were sick."

You scoffed, "Would it have mattered? You're too busy with Chrissy."

He shook his head, "We broke up."

Now this - this shocked you. Your brows furrowed, "It's prom night."

"Mhm."

"All you wanted was to go to that stupid fucking dance with her," you pointed out with a glare.

Eddie nodded, "I thought so, too. Until we got there, and I realized that I was with the wrong girl... I thought I wanted to be with her, she was unobtainable and has been my crush for years..."

"Guessing the real thing didn't compare with your imagination?" You sneered, rolling your eyes. "Big fucking deal, Eddie - "

"No, no, I uh... I just, we got there, and I wanted it to be you."

Something in your chest twisted.

"That's not funny," your eyes rolled again.

"I'm not joking. I wanted to be with you all night - hell, every day of the past few weeks that you've been avoiding me, I just wanted to be with you. Why did you pull away from me? Was it that shitty to see me and Chris together?"

You admitted, "Yes."

"What?"

You chuckled dryly, "It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

And there it was... "Yeah," You whispered, "love me like a best friend, right - " Only, the words were gargled as you leaned forward and puked violently.

"No, sweetheart," Eddie frowned, holding your hair again. "Shit, this isn't good, baby, we need to get you to a hospital."

"No," You groaned into the bowl.

"Please," he begged, other hand coming to soothe up and down your back. "You're in pain, and - "

"It doesn't matter, Eddie," you coughed again, sticking your tongue out to pick a few petals off. They fell to the water, a sightly morbidly beautiful image as thick blood swirled.

"It does matter! To me, it does!"

"Why!?"

"Because - Jesus Christ!" He raged, anger finally morphing over his expression. "I'm in love with you, God damn it!"

Your brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling, "W-What?"

He shook his head, "You really don't know?"

"Know WHAT?" You felt anger swell in your stomach. "That I've spent the past however many years thinking I was only good enough to be your friend, and now you're telling me you're in love with me? What? Did Chrissy stand you up? You need a rebound?"

He sighed, nudging you over an inch to slide down the wall into the space between you and the bathtub. You both stared forward, a light splattering of blood across the pale porcelain you stared at.

"I was the one who left her," he admitted with a sigh. "I just... We got to the first dance, and I just hated myself, because all I wanted - for the last few weeks, too - has been to have you in my arms, again. I've missed you more than anything."

You shook your head, "You've wanted Chrissy - "

"She was a want, doll," he whispered. "But I realized tonight that you're a need. I need you in my life, baby, please believe me. Look, I-I got caught up in the excitement of dating Chrissy, but she knew my heart wasn't 100% in it, and told me it was okay."

"Ch-Chrissy told you to leave?"

"She told me to run to you and not let go when I had you in my arms," he nodded, looking down at me now. "She knew the whole time... I couldn't stand being away from you, not talking to you, so she offered to help distract me until I bucked up the nerve."

"Nerve to what?"

"Ask you to be mine," he smiled softly. "Look, I know, I've had this thing for Chris, and when I finally had her, I just didn't know what to do. But she knew the whole time, and insisted I come find you."

"Oh," you breathed, chest tight for a new reason.

"And I realized I was at prom with the wrong woman," he nodded, gingerly reaching his hand out to stroke over mine. I sniffled and turned my hand over to lace our fingers together, leaning into his shoulder. "Not seeing you there, I felt worse than ever before. I couldn't admit I was in love with you - I was scared we'd lose this. Our friendship, we'd lose the comfort and protection."

Tears swelled in your eyes as you squeezed them shut; a few tears rolling sadly down your cheeks. "You don't mean that..."

"How can you say that?" He asked incredulously.

"Because you just feel bad," you whimpered. "It's okay, Eddie. I'm okay - you don't have to do this. It doesn't matter - "

"Anything regarding you, to me, definitely matters. Why're you so against this - against us?"

"Because it's not real," you sniffled. "You've been in love with - "

"Please, please, go ask Chrissy yourself," Eddie begged, shaking his head. "She'll tell you - go ask Dustin, Garth, Jeff - anyone, baby. Please. I'm in love with you, and I need you to believe it."

"Why now?"

"Why what?"

"Why tell me now?"

He chuckled, "Because I hoped there was enough time to get here and take the girl of my dreams to prom."

"You don't even like prom. Or any social gathering, for that matter."

He chuckled, "Yeah, very true, but you're everything to me and I know you wanted to go. Remember last year?" You sighed, soft smile stretching across your face. "You were so excited that I made you that pact that if neither of us had a date, we'd go together." You nodded against his shoulder. "And I just thought... I thought other guys wanted to take you, and you'd want to go with them more sine they could give you the full 'prom experience'. So, I panicked and focused on Chrissy..."

You sighed, "I wish you told me the truth... And that you'd have just asked me properly."

"I regret nothing more," he sighed. "Because it made you feel left out and neglected."

You nodded, "Eddie?"

"Yeah, peaches?"

The old nickname from 10th grade made heat pool in your chest, cheeks, and ears; feeling flustered as you whispered, "I'm in love with you, too."

"Yeah?" He chuckled.

"Mhm."

He sighed, "Oh, thank God."

You couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "What?"

He looked down at you with a grin, "Been waiting years to hear that."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Since I decked Carver in the face, yeah," he breathed. "Just wanted to pull you into my arms and tell you how much I loved you."

"Maybe if you did, we could've had more time together."

"We have all the time in the world now, baby," he beamed. "'Cause I'm not letting you go - hear me? You're mine, and I'm not letting go."

You smiled and leaned up so you could rest your forehead on his, "I don't want you to let go."

"I'll hold on forever, baby," he whispered. "But I have something important to ask you..."

"Hmm?"

"Think you're feeling up for a dance with me?"

You chuckled and nodded, "Uh, maybe one. Do we have to go to the school?"

"Nope, not if you don't want to."

You paused for a moment, asking shyly, "Eddie?"

"Yeah, peaches?"

"Would you go to prom with me?"

Eddie chuckled, "You're throwing up blood, baby, I think I should take you to the hospital instead. C'mon, instead of a prom dress, I'll dance with you in a hospital gown."

You couldn't help but giggle under your breath. "Come with me, I need to show you something," you sighed after, reaching forward to flush the blood and petals before standing up. With his hand in yours, you lead him from the bathroom and to your room, sitting on the bed and placing a book in his lap.

"What am I looking at?"

"Just... Read this page," you pointed to the paragraph you wanted him to read; taking the spot beside him and leaning to his shoulder again as he scanned the page quickly.

"Holy shit," he breathed at the end, looking up at you with tears in his eyes. "Doll, no, no, no. I-I did this to you?"

"I did it to myself," you whispered.

"B-But I've been in love with you, too? So, how did this happen?"

"Neither of us admitted it to ourselves. At least for me, it was until the night you told me you were thinking of asking Chrissy out."

"For me, it was until tonight," he realized with a whisper. "I-I told Chrissy I loved you, an-and it was the first time I admitted it..."

You nodded, "Yeah... So, uh... Yeah."

"Fuck," he shook his head. "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know it hurt you this bad. Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry."

"But it's over now, right?" you asked quietly.

"Yeah, baby, it's all over," he nodded, tossing the library book aside to turn and wrap you in his arms. He whined lightly and tugged so you were straddled in his lap, running a hand through your hair. "Oh, my sweet girl, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the pain."

"You're here now," You whispered into his neck, fingers twirling a strand of his hair as your other hand clung to his neck. "That's all I care about."

"I'm never leaving you again," he swore, arms tight around my waist to drag me all the closer. "I'm so sorry, peaches, I-I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay," you promised, sniffling after. "I could've spoken up, too, but I was ashamed. I didn't want to ruin anything between you and Chrissy."

"Promise me, you'll tell me from now on. Okay? I don't care what's happening or where you and I stand - you fucking tell me if something's going on with you, okay?"

You nodded, sniffling lightly, "Yeah, okay, baby, deal."

"Hey," he cooed, pulling me from his neck. His hand reached up to caress the side of my cheek, "I love you, pretty girl."

The smile on your lips felt silly, but you replied, "I love you, too, baby."

"Can I kiss you? Please?" He pouted, making you chuckle lightly before reaching for his cheek and bringing him in to meet your lips. He groaned in relief, hands tightly over your ribs before sliding to your back as his tongue poked against your lips, sweeping into your mouth in a slick dance. You whined lightly, Eddie making a noise of surprise as he pulled back, a string of saliva trailing between your lips.

Your brows furrowed as he reached up and picked something from his tongue; a light pink cherry blossom petal stuck between his pointer and thumb. "Oh, my God," you wheezed, leaning forward to rest against his chest and push your face into his neck. "I'm so sorry."

He chuckled and let the petal flutter to the ground, "Kinda hot."

"Eddie," you whined.

"I'm sorry, baby," he chuckled, pecking the side of my head. "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm, much better now, honestly. Having you here helps."

He pulled back to grin brightly at you, "Wanna go to prom then?"

You sighed lightly, gazing down at him in his suit and smiling lightly when you pressed over his red shirt. "Did you match Chrissy?"

He sighed, "She ended up choosing a green dress. Thought red was more my color," he smirked lightly. "But I can't lie, we looked like human Christmas."

You snorted in humor. "Red's definitely your color," you agreed, glancing back at your closet before back at him. "Um, wanna give me a few minutes? We can leave after?"

"Take as much time as you need, peaches," he nodded, leaning in with another smile to press his lips to your own. He chuckled a few times, pecking his lips rapidly before pulling away.

Within an hour, your hair was fixed off your neck; make-up minimal but still noticeable; and red dress shimmied up your body to then tie over your shoulders. Lacing your shoes on, you looked in the mirror before exiting your room and descending the stairs to find Eddie hunched over a counter, working in the kitchen on something.

You cleared your throat as your fingers fiddled together nervously when Eddie turned, and you swear time stopped. "Shit," he breathed, eyes weeping you up and down. "Oh, my... God."

"Yeah?" you asked, looking over the red material.

"Oh, hell yeah," he nodded, slowly approaching you. "You look beautiful, peaches, wow... Shit."

"You've said that," you teased. "Whatcha makin' over there?"

He smirked and picked up a flower from the counter, turning and taking your wrist. "My girl needs a corsage," he explained, showing off the flower he'd clipped from an old bouquet and then fashioned with a rubber band and safety pin. "There," he smiled when it was settled, "now you're ready for senior prom, huh?"

You nodded, hands placed to his chest as you smoothed out a few wrinkles, "You look unbelievably good right now."

He chuckled, "Look who's talkin'. Givin' Bo Derek a run for her money, aren't you? God damn."

You couldn't help the bright grin across your face, stepping into his embrace. "I love you," you whispered.

"I don't think I'll get tired to hearing that," he beamed, pecking your lips after. "I love you, too, baby - so much. And I'm so sorry it took me this long to admit it. You didn't deserve anything you suffered through..."

"It's done now," you nodded.

"And we're never going back," his hands rose to caress either of my cheeks. "Now - wanna go rock this prom?"

"Smoke up your van after?"

"You know it, princess," he grinned, pressing another kiss to your lips. "My lady," he smirked teasingly, offering his bent arm.

"My lord," you breathed, arm around his, and chest feeling lighter than it had in weeks months. Maybe things would be okay and they could work out, but for now, it was refreshing to live in the moment with Eddie. Your partner in crime. Your other half. Your best friend, and now your boyfriend. Someone you adored - and someone who adored you in full return.

Maybe love wasn't too bad after all - when it's not trying to suffocate you from the inside.

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[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 ( a collection of unhinged and relatable things said on discord. feel free to change wording as needed! do not add to the list. )

❛  you know bullying is my love language and you’re still here so… ❜ ❛  i mean... who am i to say no to that. ❜ ❛  hey, some might be into that. i won’t judge. much. ❜ ❛  we can both be dumb but pretty. ❜ ❛  because you wanna know why? fictional men can't disappoint me like real life men can. ❜ ❛ i need someone that’d end the world for me.  ❜ ❛ can’t be sad with dick / pussy. or nice tits.  ❜ ❛  thinking of how they're all old in this movie like wow i love dilfs and milfs. ❜ ❛  he fucking is like a ROACH, CAN'T EVER GET RID OF HIM. ❜ ❛  [name] do not encourage their antics, I BEG OF YOU. ❜ ❛  don't bully me, i'll cry. ❜ ❛  [name]..... why are you such a people pleaser. ❜ ❛  i am an indecisive bitch okay. ❜ ❛  don't squish his TUMMY! ❜ ❛  fair enough but what did you do dumb bitch? ❜ ❛ i have a flyswatter, i will smack him.  ❜ ❛  oh god yeah, add that motherfucker as well... the hate list grows. ❜ ❛  he gets no peace in any universe. ❜ ❛  if they get hurt, they get hurt. ❜ ❛  no love… there is no love in this house. ❜ ❛  truly, the braincells are not in my head. ❜ ❛ i wanna grab his waist. ❜ ❛  they just… need to fuck the anger out. ❜ ❛  could be worse but i'm judging. ❜ ❛ yes, oil me up baby.  ❜ ❛  don't you shush me. ❜ ❛  how dare you make me NOT distracted. ❜ ❛  i'm sure you've seen each other naked before, this is nothing new. ❜ ❛  suffer. ❜ ❛  i ... fucking THIEF. ❜ ❛  old men are just superior. ❜ ❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜ ❛  bisexuals don't sit normally. ❜ ❛  i never said i was smart. ❜ ❛  what am i to say about this? want me to kiss your booboos better? ❜ ❛  JOKES ON YOU, I ACTUALLY DO, AHAHAHAHA. ❜ ❛  we both know you have a mask kink. ❜ ❛  kick him six feet under. ❜ ❛  to be fair i only killed those at the gate. ❜ ❛  well sooooorry, can't all be goody-two-shoes like [name]. ❜ ❛  i'm gonna murder you. ❜ ❛  it's because you're OLD. ❜ ❛  we're just ... too nice for our own good. ❜ ❛  and then you got sweaty [name] out here going batshit crazy and killing a whole building of people. ❜ ❛  we are in fact too dumb and yet here we are. ❜ ❛  actually i'm a liar, i'd let a lot of men get it. ❜ ❛  oOP NOT ME SEEING ANOTHER VIDEO/PICTURE AND I THINK HE'S FINGERING HER. ❜ ❛  he's adorable when he isn't being a gremlin and trying to randomly bite me. ❜ ❛  it’s in my contract of existing to bully everyone. ❜ ❛  well clearly you enjoy it since you’re still here. ❜ ❛  feeling a little called out? ❜ ❛  anything can be a dildo if you're brave enough. ❜

#discord starters #rp memes #rp meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #inbox memes #roleplay memes

[fuxuannie]

Hi, so feel free to reject this but your choice of HSR characters with either a little sibling or child they are babysitting for that is like Klee from Genshin Impact.

* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : this was rlly cute as someone with younger cousins!! i hope you like it anon ♡ Chunhua, (Dan Heng's little sister that doesnt exist lol) will be the child in all 3!

DAN HENG is ever so embarassed as he holds onto the hand of a small child that stood next to him, hes hanging his head down low in embarrassment as the little girl with black hair and light blue eyes smiles. "Hi there! Big brother has to take care of me today, because he made a promise to me!"

"You.. have a sister?!" March 7th exclaims in surprise, while Welt and Himiko were already aware of her existence. Stelle shrugs before returning to her game, and you giggle a little. "Hello, everyone. I promise she won't bring too much trouble." He says in a mumble, letting her hand go and she looks over at the unfamiliar faces, before seeing you and her face immediately lights up.

"Pretty!" She runs in your direction, and clings onto you. This leaves you surprised and looking at your boyfriend, "Love?" You say with a chuckle, the little girl looks up at you and bounces a little. "I'm Chunhua! Big brother calls you pretty!" She says with an excited expression, "Shhh! Stop blabbering the first thing you think of!" He hissed, pinching her cheek.

"Oooww! Ow ow-"

"You think I'm pretty?" You say with a teasing tone and Dan heng chuckles. "I always do."

"Please, not infront of Chunhua. You two are corny!" She'll cover her eyes and shake her head. Dan Heng feels an uncontrollable shade of red color his cheeks as you look away and clear your throat. "Aaanyways, yeah.. Dearest, please help me take care of her." He asked of you, and you happily nod and pick her up into your arms. She immediately starts to squish your face, in which you giggle at her little antics.

The entire Express crew couldn't help but either be happy (mostly from Himiko and Welt), throw up (mostly from March.) or wish they had a partner (mostly from Stelle.) as Dan Heng looked at you and was just absolutely lovestruck that you got along with his little sister.

"I knew I made the right choice when I chose you."

"You can watch her for a while, can't you? I have to help Herta with something involving Stelle and a few others.. I have no one else to ask." Dan Heng practically pleads MARCH 7TH, who pities him in whatever evil scheme Herta's planning for whoever is involved. "Fine.."

You notice Dan Hang thanking March 7th whos back is turned to you, something like that between those two was a very rare ocassion. "Oh? Did you get him his favorite dish or something? There's no way that he'll be thanking you for anything.." You say with a little chuckle, but she turns around with who seems to be Dan Heng if he were a petite little girl. You squint a little and she gives you a toothy grin, one you immediately recognized. "Chunhua?" You raised a brow, "Thats me!" She answers with a giggle as March 7th seemed surprised that you boh knew each other.

"I was stuck on babysitting duty once too, I can help out with taking care of her."

All you really needed to do was borrow Peppy from Asta, and handed the small little dog to Chunhua who was entertained for the rest of the hours that Dan Heng was probably suffering in Herta's experiments. You and March 7th only used that free time to talk and talk while watching over the little girl, maybe the time together was enough of a payment after all. (Though truly unintentional on Dan Heng's part)

When GEPARD first boarded the Astral Express, he didn't expect that a small visit turned into a babysitting session. Once again, Dan Heng leaves his little sister with you and an unwilling Gepard as he has to run a few errands in Belabog with March and Caeulus.

"Sorry.. he does that a lot.. it's a little funny." You apologize on Dan Hengs behalf, as Chunhua seems to be staring at the unfamiliar blonde in the room. He's staring back down at her, tilting her head and he imitates the action. She tilts it to the other side, and he follows, making her giggle a little.

You notice the gentle smile in Gepards eyes, lifting her up into his arms and letting her rest there comfortably. "I didn't know you were good with kids?" You say with a surprised chuckle, crossing your arms and leaning on the nearest wall. "I mean.. Serval was older, but we had each other. There are a lot of kids who look up to the Silvermane Guards, you know? Sometimes we have to meet kids and.. they're always sweethearts. Most of the time, at least." He says while patting her back, swaying back and fourth as your heart warms at the idea your boyfriend is loved by children and elderly.

He always had such a big heart, and it was always so clear with how loved he was within the city. And he was good with kids? Truly husband material, you couldn't wait for the day your future would be spent every day with him, and you were reassured that if you ever decided to adopt children.. they'd be in good hands with Gepard.

The sound of him clearing his throat snaps you out of his daze, and you make eye contact with his beautiful eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously, but you only shake your head and smile. "Nothing," You walk towards him and place a hand on his shoulder, looking at Chunhua who fell asleep in minutes while in his arms. "Just a little jealous."

He scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "You get me everyday, and can't handle not being in my arms for a few hours?"

"Exactly. Hours without you is simply devastating!"

#✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ entos paw prints #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader #dan heng x reader #march 7th x reader

[linkspooky]

BSD VS LITERATURE: NO LONGER HUMAN

The second entry in my long running series to analyze every single book referenced in Bungou Stray Dogs, to try piece together the author’s intended meaning in referencing the work. 

Osamu Dazai’s ability name comes from the author’s final novel “No Longer Human”, you may have heard of it. The novel contains several events from the author’s real life, but is considered semi-autobiographical because it depicts the life of a fictional character “Yozo” who much like the real life author attempted suicide a total of five times in his life before utlimately succeeding. Many believe the book to be his will as Dazai killed himself shortly after the last part of the book was published. As for the connection to the fictional character, more under the cut. 

1. Disqualified from Being Human

Dazai as a character borrows several traits from Yozo the protagonist of the novel. He has the same habit of clowning and engaging others in a false persona, while it happens mostly offscreen the audience and Dazai’s coworkers are aware of the fact he regularly indulges himself in vices like drinking, having illicit relationships with women (its often referenced he has a long line of exes and women he’s left upset over him) and that he’s also constantly in debt. 

Deeper than those surface level traits though, Dazai shares the same motivation as Yozo for his antics. They are both people who feel utterly alienated from the people around them, unable to connect with their thoughts and feelings and because of that they resort to always engaging them in a false, and comedic facade. They are fundamentally uncomfortable with ever presenting their true selves around others. 

As a child I had absolutely no notion of what others, even members of my own family, might be suffering from or what they were thinking. I was aware of my own unspeakable fears and embarrassments. Before anyone realized it, I had become an accomplished clown, a child who never spoke a single word. No Longer Human. 

Dazai is described as a child in the same way by Oda, who is arguably the character who knows him best. Even with Oda though, and the rest of the Buraiha trio as a whole though they were friends it carries the tragedy that they never were truly honest with one another, Oda never overstepped the clear boundaries between him and Dazai, Ango never let either of them into the secret that he was a government spy all along. Even that friendship which Dazai found comfortable, and was so significant to him he changed his entire life’s past around Oda’s dying words, he still placed an uncilimbable wall between the two of them. 

“I thought you were similiar to Dazai at first, rushing into battle and wishing for death without even considering the value of your own life. But he’s different. He’s sharp witted, with a mind like a steel trap. And he’s just a child - a sobbing child abandoned in the darkness of a world far emptier than the one we’re seeing.”

He was too smart for his own good. That was why he was always alone. The reason why Ango and I were unable to be by his side was that we understood the solitude that surrounded him, and we never stepped inside no matter how close we stood. 

But in that moment I kind of regretted not stepping in and invading that solitude. Bungo Stray Dogs, Volume 2. 

There’s a supposed difference in Yozo, who is a drunken layabout constantly in debt who fails out of college and Dazai the super genius who is apparently one of the smartest members of the cast, but honestly if you peel back the layers of Dazai’s “Superhuman / Godlike Genius” status his and Yozo’s behaviors and treatment of other people is actually pretty similar. 

Here is the secret of No Longer Human that a lot of readers miss in their interpretation. While Yozo can be a sympathetic character, because he’s genuinely miserable in his life, and the way he tells his story is highly relatable to the unhappiness of many readers, Yozo sucks. 

If you look at his actions outside of his self-pitying narration, Yozo is a serial manipulator of people, especially those with a status weaker than him in society (women, and even chidlren) he strings them along often taking money from them until he abandons them. Yozo is considered to be so pretty and likable, people often relate to his misery and give him what he wants without him giving anything in return.

There’s four major women he interacts with in the novel. A married women he gets to pay for his drinks a couple of times, doesn’t see for months, and then commits suicide with her. His reaction to her death is very minimal and he doesn’t even seem to mourn her. Then, he becomes a kept man for a woman with a child for awhile gets her to pay for his drinking habit, has multiple affairs on her while living at their house (or at least it’s implied).He also comes to view the child as an enemy of his. 

“I would like my real Daddy back.”  I felt dizzy with shock. An enemy. Was I Shigeko’s enemy, or was she mine?

No Longer Human.

He abandons them. (Surprise, surprise). Then moves on to marry a seventeen year old girl, specifically because she is a virgin. I probably don’t have to mention the predatory subtext there. 

Yoshiko’s pale face was smiling as she sat there inside the dimly lit shop. What a holy thing uncorrupted virginity is, I thought. I had never slept with a virgin, a girl younger than myself. I’d marry her. [...] I made up my mind on the spot: it was a then-and-there decision, and I did not hesitate to steal the flower. No Longer Human. 

That wife then gets raped and not only does Yozo feel little to no sympathy for her whatsoever, he then proceeds to just leave and abandon her because his image of her as a perfect image is ruined. He even refers to her as a possession he lost far earlier on in the novel. 

Once in a while, it is true I have experienced a vague sense of regret at losing something, but never strongly enough to affirm positively, or to contest with others my rights of possession. This was so true of me that some years later, I even watched in silence when my own wife was violated. No Longer Human.

The last woman he gets involved with only because he has a morphine addiction and he wants to string her along so she can keep supplying him with morphine. If you strip away the thin veneer of Dazai as a master manipulator and superhuman genius, you are just left with his actions which include his constant manipulation of other people (children younger and more vulnerable than him) and even his own allies. He is a user, much in the same way Yozo is. This is just named characters, it’s implied offscreen that Dazai has Yozo’s same habit of burning through relationships and women like jet fuel. 

Of course, there is a tragic reason for Yozo’s behavior it is implied he was violated by a female servant as a child, but that further adds onto the underlying point of the novel that Yozo’s genuinely miserable but he’s also the architect of his own misery. He is a victim who basically continues the cycle of abuse. His two primary methods of interacting with people is either manipulating them / stringing them along, or abandoning them. Even the Dazai who works at the agency keeps Akutagawa his biggest victim wearing the coat that Mori Gave him that represents the cycle of abuse just... wrapped around his little finger because it’s more convenient to use and dispose of him that way. 

Akutagawa’s so insanely devoted to Dazai that he believes being abandoned was just a secret little test and if he performs well than he’ll finally get the carrot that Dazai has been dangling in front of his head for a long time. Dazai’s treatment of Akutagawa as someone to just conveniently use and then dispose of is something that leads to Akutagawa getting himself killed trying to earn that praise. 

Dazai and Yozo have a similiar problem where they are pitiable in the fact they are victims themselves, they have been used in the past and it’s left them feeling alienated and unable to connect with others, but then they jump right into treating others as less than human too. Dazai has this strange paradox where he scolds Dostoevsky for believing in god and seeing himself as an agent of god or some kind of omniscient manipulator and that the real people who make a difference in the world are the people living in the world and struggling in it but Dazai... still doesn’t see himself as one of those people. Dazai’s like “You shouldn’t manipulate people like pieces on a gameboard...” but Dazai still views himself as one of the players sitting and watching things from on high rather than one of the pieces. 

Dazai and Yozo are incapable of seeing themselves as human beings and eternally feel like outsiders when they try to be around others. However, at the same time they give no respect to the humanity or the feelings of other people. They don’t treat others like humans. Which is why they are essentially the architects of their own misery, they are alone because they choose continually over and over to either only engage in other people with lives, or treat relationships as transactional. These flaws of Dazai’s have been toned down since the dark age, but even Detective Agency Dazai still has this habit of looking down on other people. He has good intentions he tries to live by, but also in crisis situations tends to fall back on old habits. 

2. Lover’s Suicide

Finally, there’s two relationships in the book that parallels Dazai’s two most significant relationships in the story. The tragedy of Oda in the dark era, actually mirrors what was Yozo’s most significant suicide attempt in the book. Yozo runs out of money and on a whim attempts to commit suicide with a married woman who had been more or less a longtime but distant acquiantance. 

We threw ourselves into the sea at Kamakura that night. She untied her sash saying she had borrowed it from a friend at the cafe, and left it folded neatly on a rock. I removed my coat and put it in the same spot. We entered the water together. 

She died. I was saved. No Longer Human. 

This event mirrors the defining tragedy of Dazai’s backstory as depicted in the second light novel, and his reason for leaving the mafia. Essentially, Dazai finally becomes close to someone his longtime acquaintance Oda, who unlike him has a reason to live in raising children and dreaming of one day becoming an author. However, by the end of the novel it’s Oda who commits suicide and Dazai who lives. 

“You’re such an idiot, Odasaku. The biggest idiot I know.”  “Yeah.” “You didn’t have to do this. You didn’t have to die.” “I know.” 

Bungo Stray Dogs, Vol. 2

If you want to sprinkle in an additional homosexual subtext what Oda basically does is commit a lover’s suicide with someone else, by choosing to die with Gide. Which means that not only does Dazai survive while Oda dies, but Oda chose to commit a lover’s suicide with someone other than him. 

Then there is Yozo’s acquiantance to longtime friend Horiki. HOriki is his only real significant friend in the novel, but Yozo absolutely despises him. Nothing healthy ever comes from their relationship, he gets Yozo addicted on cigarettes and alcohol, he drags him to secret communist meetings, however Yozo who frequently just abandons people never really gets rid of him. 

Horiki and myself. Despising each other as we did, we were constantly together, thereby degrading ourselves. If that is what the world calls friendship, the relationships between Horiki and myself were undoutably those of friendship. No Longer Human. 

The reason being that Yozo despite loathing Horiki senses that the two of them are alike in nature. There’s also something to be said about Yozo getting along more naturally with someone he hates, rather than the people in his life who constantly attempt to love him. 

Horiki and myself. Though outwardly he appeared to be a human being like the rest, I sometimes felt he was exactly like myself. No Longer Human. 

His relationship with Horiki reflects both the partnership of the double black duo, two individuals who loathe each other but had near perfect cooperation in their teamwork but also the foiling between Chuuya and Dazai. They are both people who do not view themselves as human, Chuuya because of the mystery of his origins as the host of Arahabaki and Dazai because his intelligence leaves him feelings isolated from the world. 

He looked up in the direction of the sudden voice. It was a familiar voice, one that belonged to the person he hated most in this world. 

Your birth itself was a mistake. We’re the same. Is there a really a point to suffering through all that pain for a life that isn’t real?” 

The voice was taunting him. 

[...]

“Screw you Dazi.”

Chuuya wanted nothing more than to slice off the ear the voice was whispering right into. He could see Dazai’s wavering shadow by his side, and he wanted to gauge out his eyes. 

“That’s just proof that you at least somewhat believe what I’m saying. Because deep down inside you’re the same as me.”

Like, they hate each other, but they hate each other for the real person they are deep down on the inside. Which results in him and Chuuya having an entirely antagonistic relationship and yet at the same time Chuuya is the one person that Dazai can’t really bullshit or lie to, because sharing so much in common gives Chuuya some insight into Dazai’s darker tendencies. 

Which results in a relationship where neither of them like each other, and yet both of them are just a little bit obsessed with each other. Despising each other and constantly together. 

So in summary, No Longer Human is a work about a character’s difficulty to form relationships with others because not only do they not see themselves as human they also treat the others around them as lesser than humans. Yozo is a character clearly stuck in that cycle of abuse, whereas Dazai Osamu himself is someone struggling in the story to break that cycle and curb his own manipulative tendencies inside of himself, ironically because of the close relatonship he had formed with the one person he was ever even a little bit honest with Odasaku. 

#dazai osamu #bsd meta #bungou stray dogs #no longer human #bungou stray dogs meta #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #Oda Sakunosuke #japanese literature #dazai meta

[squelchbug]

wtf verified my email finally after 2 yeaurs turns out i been missing out on a lot of Interaction . any ways . CND posting at 5 am here’s my guy his name is Cacophony

no way in hell i can concisely summarize all his shit rn … unless

the basics : he’s a Yuanti Tiefling Monk, 7ft tall& 32yrs old rn. he was raised in Partirisvarati and as a child amidst a war he got tossed into a prison where he then had his hands cut off &eyes gouged out by brutes as punishment for getting caught attempting to steal a handful of seeds for his family’s farm . but don’t worry. he got better

hes blind , uses Tremorsense . knows Common & Bolidian (Partirisvarati native language. +because it’s funny, as this dialect is translated into Common, it gives him a cockney british accent). got acid blood & is venomous, but he’s too polite to use it for evil, until he isn’t . he is a goofy goober(walking murderweapon) but alas, is a creature of joy and whimsy at heart . he suffers w PunchDrunk syndrome& frequent tremors/seizures . wizardry antics grew his hands back and gave him an extra arm, thanks Dee . (hi Simon)

he spent ages 10-20in prison, 20-23on parole+ after escaping parole he met Krishika, Krissie for short, a Githyanki halfOwlin Warlock. bsf4lyfe. actualy, wrong, these two are insane . imagine if you would a psychological torment comparable to that of a paranoid mother hellbent on building a dynamic so codependent slash parasitic BOTH sides end up Killing & Dying for eachother(multiple times) each against yet fully within their own wills (i love contradictory!). Krissie… has issues and problems. her soul had been permanently shattered into three components, and due to some species complications , left her In-Between multiple states of being at once . Blah blah blah… autism to save for another day..All she wants is some god damn control in her life . enter sir scapegoat Cacophony, who’s only aspiration since gaining real freedom for the First Time In His Life , is to provide an unconditional support to any new friend he makes !! 😁😬.. Cacophony lets & encourages Krissie to use him as a vessel for possession, as at the beginning it’d benefited both of them, but overtime, Krissies state had worsened and too late she’d realized she had been taking advantage of Cacophony. Krissie is fueled fully on adrenaline and fear, and the moment she knew she done fucked up was a pivotal point for them both- a point of absolutely No return, Krissie decided Cacophony would be much safer in her grasp and at her command. She strikes a deal with a man named Soren Trouvaille to soulbind herself to Cacophony, turning them both functionally immortal , unless one kills the other half . glances around

….as a result of multiple decades worth of various forms of mental abuse Cacophonys biggest flaw remains to be how forgiving he is 🫶 or yk, better put, how willingly he will allow second chances to those he considers worth it. he’s done an awful lot of healing these last four years. i blame his lovely husband (Soren, Tabaxi/Orc Artificer/Cleric) and their weird daughter (Siobhan, Jackal Artificer)

more of them soon, i love them very much . love heart xoxo . their family is so perfect icant wait to talk abt them . yes i mentioned a Soren Trouvaille earlier and yes this is him ooo drama

what more to share on Cacophony… i don’t know how to go in depth with personality and morals even tho i desperately want to lmfao . Cacophony is such a hypocrite, and he genuinely doesn’t mean to be . he will formulate an opinion on you based off of the Whys and How’s of the situation rather than the What. absolutely describe him as understanding as he tends to dig to the root of the cause for Anything and fully hear you out,but as a professional hypocrite he Will abandon this method of he doesn’t like you 💀. he’s an extreme optimist, or as i like to call it, Delusional ! people like to accuse him for putting up a front, but i swear he’s just insane . he would be dead in the fucking gutters if he wasn’t , truly . aint he a sweetheart , though . ok i’d love to add more . but i am dying. gootbye

#ooo you wanna ask me about partirisvarati sooo bad #or the bolidian language #literaly any of this information i have approximately 7tons More information hiding behind it #this is five years worth of handcrafted from scratch lore #i am so autistic #dnd oc art #dnd fanart #dnd character art #cndposting #squelchocs #doodle dump #dnd infodump #oc lore #goodnight

[pebblerosegamer]

@tasmanianstripes Okay! Welp, cracks knuckles time to ramble about this absolute mess of a family that i love dearly.

But, just to let you know, this stuff may change or is still being worked out, and also that hollow in my main au isn't exactly the focus, so these are not permanent ideas, nor dynamics i plan rn to completely explore / finish.

Basically what i mean is that hollow does indeed get trapped in the black egg and pk never figures out they arent empty, rough life.

My pk, i see him as a caring and also very selfless character, i imagine thats why he did the black egg plan at all, despite all the misery and pain it caused him and others- sacrificing his clean name and his children so everyone else can thrive.

So we have a selfless guy who cares about everyone a lot, hows that tie in with hollow?

First I'll start at the beginning! At the beginning was of course the abyss climb, hollow making it to the top and emptily watching their other siblings fall, and of course then taken in by pk, from their perspective, pk could be seen as a savior almost, saving them- though i think hollow either knew, learnt of it later, or wasnt 'alive' yet, they werent exactly there for those first moments.

And from there pk cared for them, which hurt him because of what and who they are, but for hollow it was more enlightening, over time with the short very very very quiet moments the two had together, i think a bond formed, though an odd one, which was hollow very subtly and unknowingly liking pk and looking up to him, and pk being reminded of all hes done, and how much suffering he's caused, but also a thin sense of fondness, cause he did see them somewhat as his kid, despite how hard he tried not to…

I think this bond was thin and very subtle, and no one had any clue besides the few times pk had realized he was too soft with them, (and reined himself in, (only to later soften again subconsciously…)) he didn't want to get close at all, because he knew he'd loose them, and that they had to stay empty, and he didnt want to taint them.

Plus, the vessel to him is quite a sad reminder of all hes done, all the bloodshed- all those children gone- i believe he hid away the void constructs due to that reason aswell… he has a few quite, quite bad memories of those times that just- he'd rather not relive…

But at the time pk was very alone, his root left to care for her gardens and he naturally isolated himself, the vessel was really his only 'companion', so even despite that, he managed to begin caring for them anyway, occasionally, maybe after awhile, managing to overlook the memories.

I think when pk was sure they couldnt be tainted by his antics, he began staying a little longer with hollow, specifically whenever he told them to stay somewhere. I think he joined them on occasion, staring out into either the gardens, the ballroom, off the balcony, or perhaps in his office, he reminiscing, reflecting, and wondering, and of course the vessel doing none of the above- enjoying the empty company, and maybe the painful guilt? Maybe he saw it as some sort of punishment? Idk prob not the last one.

But! Now we get into the part where hornet shows up! How joyous.

Now when hornet came to the palace she wasnt allowed to the upper floors, where the vessel was usually kept, to which she grumpily stomped away and later stole a key and got into said upper floors~

Hornet's first reaction to hollow was probably just "why are they so tall" then approached them and glared at them for a solid minute, haha. I think hornet and hollow's relationship would be nonexistent, i think she'd be curious about who and what they are but clearly they cant talk nor want to so she seeks answers elsewhere, they also dont seem intrigued by the idea of playing knights, too busy staring off balconies or something… which leaves their bond quite hollow. (Haha get it)

Now though, with pk and hornet, and hollow watching them- i think they wouldn't think of anything, but when the two get closer i think they'd feel very slightly insecure, noticing how hornet is so lively and clearly a person, and how pk reacts and cares for her- i think subtly it would make them question themselves, wondering if they should be more like her to get father's approval- but also the entire kingdom would be doomed if that happened, simply they'd be quite torn, but in the end they stay empty…

Now, ive mentioned the xero incident before, and rambling about hollow here it reminds me that chances are, hollow could swoop in and protect pk when it happens- which thinking of it, sounds very interesting and gives hollow perhaps more meaning for pk, since we dont see most of the past of pk and hollow in my au… it could show a different side of them? I will have to think about it more.

But thats nearly all, besides the last few scenes with pk and hollow, which is them getting sealed away- i think those would be really, really tough moments for pk, i think whilst hes readying hollow to be trapped for literally eternity i think he'd just be thinking and thinking of it, realizing that- damnit, hes going to miss them, hes really really going to miss hollow- realizing how much they mean to him probably is one of the most painful realizations for pk in the story- especially since he thought he tried his darnest not to get attached… i wonder if he'd do some sort of final goodbye, nothing sappy like "i love you" though- i don't think he could express that since hes been denying that for like 3 years(?) straight, though maybe "goodbye." Or some variation of that. "My hollow knight, goodbye." < maybe??????????? Is that too sappy???????? I think???????? Probably too sappy…

Anyway i think after the plan i think it'd affect pk big time, i think he'll be looking out at the balcony hollow used to be left at and he'd just wanna cry, and remembering that he doesnt need to do those little routines for the vessel anymore- he'll probably catch himself going to the vessel's room to get them or almost prepping a bath for them, or wondering if its about time to clean up their armor, or sharpen their nail- nonetheless when he remembers again he'll feel sadly empty, like something is missing.

But, to do a TLDR; hollow is empty, but subtly, very subtly, longs to be more, pk is overly caring and an absolute softie, but tries not to show it to avoid tampering the vessel, also hollow makes him sad due to their history, but pk is too caring of a guy and loves hollow anyway, in conclusion everyone is sad 👍

#hollow knight #hk pale king #hollow knight pale king #my pile of rocks #hk thk #hk hollow #hk the hollow knight #hk pk #hk the pale king #hopefully i dont use ... too much i just love ... so much yk #there may be errors? ive read over this like 7 times so if there is im sorry the universe decided my mistakes were meant to be #ppl have probably said similar things bUT IDC #its MY au and I GET TO MAKE THE RAMBLE POSTS #my first ramble post :) #my rocks with words on them #a red thread au #hk au #hollow knight au #text post #good pale king

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Jean, Yanfei, Keqing, and Shinobu with a Majima-esque S/O

Part 2 of this post

Jean was honestly expecting her S/O to be nothing but trouble for the citizens of Mondstadt.

A former criminal from Inazuma coming to Mondstadt to start a construction company? What kind of weak cover story was that?

Though much to her surprise, it was actually legit, no illegal connections or anything. It was normal.

Though S/O was anything but normal.

They acted borderline psychotic, not to mention their horrific sense of clothing.

The way they fought was like a mad dog, wielding a knife and leaping from person to person at blinding speeds.

And yet, she somehow fell in love with a person like that.

Jean had come to personally warn them several times of their actions when Knights were supposed to take care of a commotion.

(S/O) "Eh? AH, JEAN-CHAN!"

She raised an eyebrow. Was that some kind of Inazuman-honorific?

Regardless, Jean sighed and continued on.

(Jean) "This was supposed to be handled by the Knights, S/O."

(S/O) "Oh come on, this shady person was gonna attack this poor lady! Can't tell me I can't be a gentleman, Jean-chan!"

(Jean) "You will refer to me as Master Jean, and nothing else. I won't be as forgiving next time."

Shrugging, S/O walked away.

The next time they spoke, was late at night as they sat in the benches, looking at the sky.

Jean walked over to them, this time without anyone accompanying her.

(S/O) "...Oh, Jean. 'Sup?"

Jean blinked in surprise, they didn't scream her name at the top of their lungs. They even dropped the 'chan' part.

(Jean) "You're...very calm."

(S/O) "Yeah? I'm just thinking. What do you want with me?"

(Jean) "I just wanted to say thank you for protecting Barbara."

(S/O) "The Deacon? 'Course I would, when a freak like that is stalking her, someone oughtta do something."

S/O had scared off, permanently, Barbara's biggest 'fan', though they dropped any pretense of being "mad" or any amusing antics.

It was the most serious anyone in the city had ever seen them, and no one who did would like a repeat of it.

Including Jean and Barbara themselves.

(S/O) "...You referred to her pretty casually though. You two close?"

Jean sat down with S/O and nodded.

(Jean) "Very...If I may ask, what got you that riled up to the point you dropped the act?"

(S/O) "..."

(Makoto) "Miss Kamisato, thank you so much for helping us again."

(Ayaka) "Please, just call me Ayaka."

(S/O) "Eh? Why the hell do I gotta keep calling you Miss Kamisato for?"

(S/O) "...Just don't like it when people pick on those who can't defend themselves."

(Jean) "I think I have misjudged you, S/O."

(S/O) "Hm...Think I did too with ya, Jean. Tell ya what, if you're off next time we can grab a drink. On me."

(Jean) "I look forward to it."

The next time they did meet, S/O popped out of a bush, scaring the absolute hell out of her and a few Knights.

(S/O) "JEAN-CHAN! Let's spar!"

(Jean) "W-Wha, right now?!"

As time went on, though they had their mad persona they showed everyone, Jean saw S/O's serious side come out whenever the two had a drink together.

From their stories about Makoto's death, and Miss Kamisato's kindness, she wanted to know more about the person who suffered so much for other's sake.

And if anything, to see if she can give them the happy ending they deserved.

Honestly, Yanfei had to wrangle S/O in a good majority of the time.

She was already viewed as a bit of an oddball, but S/O's eccentric personality only made things worse.

They acted insane, like they were ready to go off the leash at any second, not to mention being from Inazuma and most likely a criminal themselves.

Yet, that's not what scares Yanfei about her S/O.

it's the fact she knows how serious they are.

She once saw S/O singlehandedly shut down a corrupt market stall through words alone. The knife they always carried wasn't brandished once.

Yanfei always lectures them on how they shouldn't interfere with the laws of Liyue. Though they act like they don't care, the fact they recited one of the passages word for word told her otherwise.

As crazy as they seemed to be, they were really trying to help bring any justice and assistance to her as they could.

Though anytime Yanfei mentions reading her law books, S/O immediately dives into the harbor.

Well...they're trying?

But at some point, she does want to ask about their past, as they were serious when confessing at least.

But Yanfei definitely couldn't complain that things were boring with S/O around.

Keqing thought Ningguang was mad bringing in a former criminal to the Liyue Qixing.

Especially with a loose cannon like S/O.

They didn't care anything about basic etiquette, which was even stranger considering they were Ningguang's personal guard.

They intimidated any unruly client, especially the Fatui and Treasure Hoarders.

In fact, it has to be expressed specifically by Ningguang that they do not go "exterminate" any of the Treasure Hoarders, and the job should be left to the Millelith.

Though S/O's explosive personality became well known to all of Liyue Harbor, getting the title "The Mad Dog of the Qixing."

The way they act enrages her, especially when they refer to her as "Keqing-chan".

Their singing tone of voice irritates her, especially their disregard to everyone's authority.

Especially her's.

(Keqing) "You can't just waltz in like that!"

(S/O) "Eh? Oh, sorry boss. Won't happen again."

But in some weird way...she begrudgingly respects them.

They carved their own path and know exactly how to live their life, something she hasn't entirely done.

And what surprised her most of all, is how she's seen them with their guard down.

Keqing walked into their room with half a mind to lecture them until she saw how much sadness was in their eyes.

They were staring at a small watch, it seemed like they hadn't even realized she came in.

(Keqing) "...S/O?"

(S/O) "Oh, hey, Keqing."

(Keqing) "Is that your watch?"

(S/O) "...Yeah, a gift from a friend."

(Keqing) "It's a beautiful watch."

(S/O) "Really? I think it's a little plain. But then again..."

(Makoto) "I don't think it's plain at all!"

(Ayaka) "Yes, it looks perfect to me."

(Majima) "Come on, it's supposed to be a portable clock, why you making such a big deal out of it?"

(Makoto) "Cause it's a gift from you! Of course I'm gonna make a big deal out of it."

(Ayaka) "See, I told you! You shouldn't have worried so much."

(S/O) "..."

Keqing tried to lighten the mood.

(Keqing) "Your friend has good yet strange taste if they were hanging around you."

(S/O) "Yeah...Strange taste indeed."

("Haruka") "Oh, I have to go. Goodbye Ayaka, and S/O!"

Noting how their expression darkened, Keqing cleared her throat.

(Keqing) "My apologies, I didn't mean-"

(S/O) "Eh, don't worry about it. I've been a crazy bastard the entire time anyways. Makes sense you'd take a jab."

Chuckling, and putting the watch away, they waved their hand dismissively.

(S/O) "Boss wants me there at the meeting, yeah? Be right there."

Still seeing the sadness in their eyes as they left the door, Keqing stood in utter disbelief.

Just what had they gone through before arriving in Liyue?

...She supposed she could at least give them a chance after seeing a whole new side of them.

Besides, it looked like they could use a friend.

It then got to the point where they began spending much more time together, to where she got to know who the watch was meant for.

And her heart bled for them.

They didn't have to go their life alone, not if she could help it.

Shinobu got very acquainted with S/O after they picked sparring fights with Itto on a regular basis.

The Mad Dog of Inazuma was someone everyone in the city was familiar with at this point.

But the Arataki gang had to deal with their madness because they were one of the only few to indulge them.

(S/O) "ITTO-CHAN!"

(Itto) "Oh, so you're back for more eh? LET'S GO, BRO!"

The noise complaints they had got spiraled out of control, since everytime the authorities would show up, S/O was nowhere to be seen.

Making her clean up the mess.

One day, Shinobu had enough of their antics.

Using Itto as bait, S/O predictably showed up.

Well, in the sense of being there. The way they began the fight was emerging from within a tree. She had no idea how they got in there, nor did she care at this point.

(Shinobu) "Everyone, STOP."

(Itto) "Y-YES MA'AM!"

The entire gang backed off, leaving S/O confused.

(S/O) "Eh? The heck's with ya?"

(Shinobu) "I am Kuki Shinobu, deputy leader of the Arataki gang. And you have been causing too much trouble for us."

(S/O) "That so? Well if ya don't get out the way, there's going to be more."

Their eye widened up as they drew a dagger.

Shinobu simply crossed her arms, and furrowed her brow.

S/O didn't need to see the mask off to tell she was pissed.

(Shinobu) "Try me."

The two had a standoff, waiting for one to make a move.

Until S/O laughed, sheathing their knife.

(S/O) "You got some balls, Shinobu-chan!"

(Shinobu) "Do not call me that."

(S/O) "I'll leave for today since ya asked, have a good one now."

Itto looked slightly disappointed about the lack of a rematch, but now Shinobu was curious. Just who was this Mad Dog?

She began a mini-investigation on her own, going around the city asking if they had any information on S/O.

It first led her to Sara, which they had a lengthy discussion of what happened from their point of view.

They were apparently a former criminal who got caught in some kind of gang war.

Though, that's all she knew.

Going from lead to lead made Shinobu more curious about S/O.

They sounded less of a Mad Dog and more of a good person in the wrong profession.

Despite that, they carried on their own way, regardless of what they were told to be by society, their colleagues, and the entire world.

Shinobu really respected that.

On the third day of her investigation, she heard a voice call out to her.

(Woman's voice) "Excuse me?"

Shinobu turned around and was shocked of who was talking to her.

(Shinobu) "L-Lady Kamisato?!"

(Ayaka) "You are Kuki Shinobu?"

Shinobu bowed respectfully, but still obviously flustered.

(Shinobu) "I am, my lady. Is there anything I can help with?"

(Ayaka) "Yes, actually. I am to understand you've been asking after S/O? May I ask why?"

(Shinobu) "Ah, if I am being honest, I am satiating my curiosity about them. They seem to have more going on than the Mad Dog we see in the streets."

Shinobu could tell Ayaka felt hurt, seeing S/O get called that title.

(Shinobu) "M-My apologies. I did not mean to offend-"

(Ayaka) "Please do not worry. You have not offended me. I am just making sure that nothing is amiss. You are not working with anyone?"

(Shinobu) "No, my lady. It is just me, and only me."

Ayaka nodded.

(Ayaka) "Very well, I believe you. Please, carry on."

With a polite bow, Ayaka walked off.

(Shinobu) "Why's someone as important as her asking about S/O...?"

S/O had their curiosity, but now they had Shinobu's full attention.

Eventually, she came across an older woman at a Takoyaki stand.

And S/O was standing in front of it.

(Woman) "Ah, welcome back! Two, I'm assuming?"

(S/O) "Two? What for?"

Their tone of voice caught her off guard. It was much deeper and seemed to be more genuine. Not as crazy or high strung as she always heard them before.

(Woman) "For the fine woman behind you?"

S/O turned and gave Shinobu a nod of acknowledgement.

(S/O) "Ah, sure."

(Shinobu) "Oh, I'm not hung-"

(S/O) "Come on, this one's on me."

(Woman) "Hah, always such a gentleman!"

(S/O) "Granny, not this again!"

(Woman) "Heheh, it's true!"

(Shinobu) "Again? Do you mind if I ask?"

S/O sighed, shrugging.

(S/O) "...Alright, sure. I came here one night with a lady, and we got Takoyaki together, and for a friend."

(Woman) "They paid for everything, and even helped Miss Kamisato-"

(S/O) "Come on, do you gotta tell everyone this story?!"

(Woman) "Oh hush now, I've made sure to speak this story to only reliable people, Miss Shinobu here included!"

(Shinobu) S/O and Miss Kamisato know each other? I suppose that makes sense.

S/O handed her a takoyaki and they both sat down on a bench.

(S/O) "Any reason you're asking after me in particular?"

(Shinobu) "Oh, you know?"

(S/O) "Got a tip from a friend is all. So?"

(Shinobu) "Curiosity, more than anything. First I wanted to know why you were picking a fight with the boss, and now...I just want to know you, if that's alright."

(S/O) "Hah, only if you tell me about you too. Itto talks highly of you all the time, you know?"

(Shinobu) "Oh please, the boss and the rest of the boys get in trouble all the time, I feel like they don't appreciate me at all despite what I tell them."

S/O looked into the sky and sighed.

(S/O) "...Trust me, they know, and they care. If you suddenly disappear one day, they'll all be feeling it for the rest of their days."

Shinobu turned to S/O and saw the sadness written on their face.

(S/O) "But that's for later. How 'bout we get to eating? Pretty sure it's cooled down."

(Shinobu) "Right."

S/O turned away from them, making Shinobu confused.

(S/O) "Oh, right. Doing this cause I assume you don't like people lookin' at ya without that mask. We all got something we don't wanna show, so I get it."

(Shinobu) "Like this calmer side of you?"

(S/O) "Heh, precisely."

(Shinobu) "Then...I suppose I'll start first...Where do I start?"

The two had a long conversation spanning into the night, and for many more nights to become.

Whenever Shinobu began studying, S/O would be right behind her, albeit hollering like a lunatic.

But at the same time, she got to know the real S/O.

The one who was best friends with Makoto Makimura, and Ayaka Kamisato, but also the one who lost both.

She wants to do everything she can to protect S/O's already damaged reputation, and make sure Ayaka doesn't come under fire either from S/O's antics.

But more importantly, she at least wanted to be there for S/O.

A person who had suffered so much at least had that much right.

...Even if they were a pain in the ass to deal with for the Arataki gang.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #jean gunnhildr x reader #yanfei x reader #keqing x reader #kuki shinobu x reader #jean gunnhildr #yanfei #keqing #kuki shinobu #jean gunnhildr x y/n #yanfei x y/n #keqing x y/n #kuki shinobu x y/n

[dabis-azure-songbird]

May I please request headcanons for InuYasha, Sango, and Miroku having a modern-day S/O who suffers from sickle cell disease?

Hello, my darling! This took me a while. I'm so very sorry. So! This was at the tippy top of my list! Of course, you can request this. I tried to research this to the best of my ability, so I hope I did these headcanons justice. I know there are multiple forms, so I'm going to try to write ones that could apply to any of the types. ♥ All my love! XoXo

Pairings: InuYasha x Reader, Sango x Reader, Miroku x Reader who suffers from sickle cell disease

Warnings: None, just some extra love for SCD readers, etc.

Inuyasha

To be honest, I feel he wouldn't understand at all what that means at first.

But he's willing to learn and listen to you. (Still doesn't understand it all...especially doctor jargon)

And you think he isn't listening to you at some point, and then he surprises you by remembering and saying something that you had told him.

His personality is quite brash, so I feel like he's one that seems very strong on the forefront, but secretly studies as much as he can to help you and make you more comfortable.

I definitely think he tries to keep you comfortable. Puts a blanket over you and pats it or rubs your arms and hands if you're cold, or takes it off. Secretly pays very close attention to your cues and body language. Makes sure you have lots of water and adequate rest.

And I feel like he'd go to every appointment with you, arms crossed and face a bit unreadable beneath his baseball cap.

You might catch him crying secretly at night sometimes, but it's only because he loves and cares about you so much, darling. (Bh-huh!? Inuyasha!? Nahhhh >.> You didn't hear that from me!)

And if you need more severe treatments such as blood transfusions, bone marrow, etc, I feel he definitely has them check if he's a match for you first.

He's so loyal. If you're hospitalized or just going to doctors a lot, no matter what it is, he's always by your side.

And be sure to let him know if you're tired or anything! I'm sure he will give you as many piggybacks and let you rest as much as you need while he also keeps careful watch and rests with you.

Overall, he's the best S/O and caretaker he can be to you. I think he might only argue with you if you argued with him over the prices of treatments. Because it's your life and that doesn't matter if you feel better. He'll find a way.

Sango

She's such a sweetie. Even if you identify as a male or whatever you prefer, I feel she always brings you flowers and tries to make you smile in some way.

Works hard to also make sure you are comfortable and your needs are always taken care of.

Research to the end of the world to try to understand you and your condition better.

Like Inuyasha, she is always by your side, especially at appointments and checkups.

If you have to undergo any surgeries or transfusions, she makes sure she's the first person you see besides the doctors.

Is good about reminding you and keeping you on track with your schedule and appointments, medicines, but also dates! Also definitely tries to help you with preventatives to keep you healthy.

I feel her favorite thing is to go out with you to cafes on days you feel well enough to.

Tries to help doctors find you a match for transfusions or marrow if you need it.

She wants to be with you every step of the way. No matter how difficult or easy your path may be.

Sensitive but strong herself, I feel like the two of you can have heart-to-heart talks and rest in each other's arms when it's too stressful. She'll either listen or cry with you.

Just know she's always there and is always fighting beside you.

Miroku

This guy, ahahaha. But no. I feel he adds a bit to your stress since he's a womanizer sometimes...but just know, he's all yours and his heart will always be yours. He looks, but definitely WON'T touch.

I feel he's always trying to make you smile and laugh.

Definitely uses those flirty antics of his to try.

May convince you to have his child...ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.

If this happens, and it possibly causes your pain or anything to be more severe, I really think he feels guilty though.

Definitely seeks care for you and the baby always.

And if you decide not to, that's fine too!

He may seem a bit aloof sometimes, but he really is very serious about you.

I think his aloofness is caused by him being deep in thought about how he can better help and care for you quite honestly. Or if he can try to understand you better.

I feel he's the one to ask the doctors questions and try to help you figure things out better too.

He may miss one or two appointments every now and then, but he'll show up late...with some flowers and maybe your favorite snack in hand or stuffed animal too! (He took too long picking them out honestly.)

His favorite thing would be to cuddle with you at night and hold you. Especially if you're feeling cold or just not all that well.

#inuyasha req #inuyasha x reader #inuyasha headcanons #sango x reader #miroku x reader #sango req #miroku req

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 26

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2082

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst, Self-deprecating thoughts, Insecurities, Depression, Past Traumas, and Insecurities come to light. (Please, if you suffer from these things, seek someone trustworthy to talk to. You really aren't alone.) Although, lets toss a little Fluff in this one.

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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Dean had been thankful that Sam hadn’t pushed anything or wanted to discuss anything relating to Maria, Bubbles, or soulmates. The silence allowed him to think or at least attempt to. All his thoughts always came back to her.

The way her hair would fall over her shoulder, or how the light danced across her deep, dark blue eyes when she’d look up when sitting in the library. Then there was her laughter, which was music to his ears. Her smile could brighten any room. 

It wasn’t her powers as a Pari, and he knew that. It also wasn’t that she was his soulmate. Her soul was just that beautiful. He thought back to what Astaria had said, that Maria had figured no one would accept her due to her powers. That thought still broke his heart. He couldn’t see how anyone would reject her. And to top it off, she had a fantastic sense of humor. His thoughts momentarily drifted back to the day she and her co-worker had rearranged the figures and candles at her store. 

When Bubbles landed in front of him, acting like a playful, happy puppy, he couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable she looked. “Someone’s in a good mood,” he chuckled.

Bacon.

That was when he saw her entering the war room. Her hair was still messy from sleep, but the light hit her in such a way that he couldn’t help the loving smile he knew had come across his lips. Then there were her eyes when she looked at him. If only he knew how beautiful she was, inside and out.

“You hungry too, Sweetheart?” he asked her, still smiling. He knew she hadn’t eaten yet.

“I, uh, a little,” she replied, stuttering slightly. He found it utterly adorable, although he could tell she was a little nervous.

“Come on. I’ll make you two some lunch,” Dean replied, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. He couldn’t wipe that happy smile off his face. 

Sam just smiled to himself without looking up at them, finding how his brother was behaving somewhat adorable. At least he was taking Astaria’s advice and just being himself. He glanced up at Maria, though, seeing her nervousness, and gave her a reassuring smile, hoping she’d follow Dean into the kitchen. When she did, he shook his head in amusement before returning to the book he had in front of him.

Dean practically danced around the kitchen as he grabbed the couple of pans and utensils he needed. He’d decided on something simple that both of them would enjoy and planned on making some for all of them. As he went for some seasonings for the eggs, he smirked a little, seeing her and Bubbles join him in the kitchen.

Just be myself, he reminded himself as she bent over and looked in the fridge. He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip. Damm, she had a nice ass in those jeans. He quickly turned back to at least look at the seasonings in the cabinet, almost forgetting what he was grabbing.

She sounded a little shy when she spoke, so he figured he’d keep it toned down, at least with any flirting for now. As she set the items down on the counter, he couldn’t help what he said, “I won’t bite, I promise,” then winked at her with a smirk. God, she was so adorable when she blushed like she was.

When Bubbles began laughing, he couldn’t help but be not only a little confused but also find it utterly hilarious. It took everything in him not to laugh, chuckle, or giggle. It was one of those infectious kinds of laughter. Then there was Maria’s laughter. He turned to see how her face lit up with her smile and how her eyes danced. For a moment, he understood how his brother felt, only hearing one side of the conversation between her and Bubbles.

“So, she can talk to you without me hearing her. Cool,” he mused, as it was something he hadn’t thought about but now realized he probably should have. She was Maria’s familiar, after all.

He tried so hard not to turn around to look at her, hearing Bubbles say they should cook together. If only, he thought to himself. Then, he wanted to chuckle when Bubbles told her there was plenty of room and that she’d need to get closer to him.

“I won’t bite,” he told her, smirking happily, almost thankful she couldn’t see the amusement plastered all over his face. After she asked how she could help, he had to think about it, then had an idea, “The plates are in the cabinet, forks are in the drawer. Want to grab enough for four?” He motioned with his head to the locations. She’d have to get closer, and he knew it.

Watching her stand on her tiptoes, practically touching his shoulder, made his breath hitch in his chest. She managed the first two without issue, but when she nearly slipped, attempting to grab the last two, he reacted instantly. Both his hands went to her hips, holding her up. Even with the bacon simmering away in the pan, he got lost in her eyes momentarily as she held onto his shoulders to steady herself. Don’t kiss her, he told himself, smiling softly as he looked down at her. 

Why did she always seem to feel the need to apologize, he thought to himself after she did. He decided he’d get the plates, and once she was sturdy, he reluctantly let go of her and returned to the bacon so it didn’t burn. When she didn’t move to get the silverware, he looked over at her after setting the other two plates on the counter.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asked, somewhat curiously.

Bubbles made him chuckle with her thought of the bacon that was currently cooking as the aroma filled the kitchen. He then realized he would need the paper towels, so when Maria asked about helping, he said she could get those. Although, with as adorable as she looked, he couldn’t stop smiling. 

When she set the paper towels down on the counter, he had hoped he could, quote/unquote accidentally touch her hand, but she pulled away too quickly for that to even be an option. Then he chuckled. Bubbles was absolutely hilarious with her sarcastic remark, reiterating his words. Maria glaring at her was also hilarious. There really wasn’t anything funnier than watching her have a mental argument with a small dragon. 

After starting some eggs for her, he glanced over his shoulder. “What seasonings do you like on your eggs, Sweetheart?”

There was that shyness in her expression again as she looked up at him, “Oh, uh, just some salt and garlic.”

“What about you, Bubbles? I’ll make yours scrambled, so they’re easier for you to eat,” he asked, focusing on Maria’s eggs as he added the seasoning.

Make ‘em yummy. You’re a good cook.

God, that little dragon was so cute, he thought as he chuckled, “Thank you, Bubbles.” Although, the compliment made him blush, and he knew it. It only got worse when Maria complimented him. It wasn’t often he got compliments. It was usually just him and Sam, and they took care of each other.

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” he replied to her, doing his best to focus on her eggs. 

Just as he reached for the garlic again to add a pinch more, several items began moving slowly through the air, but it still made him jump a little. And there was that apology out of her again, making him wish he hadn’t jumped. Then, everything except the empty bacon bag, which had been thrown away, was set back where it had been. 

He plated up her eggs, a couple pieces of toast, and some bacon before he turned to look at her, “Hey, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m just not used to things moving around me on their own unless it’s from something trying to kill me, and the objects are barreling toward me.”

She needs a hug.

“I agree,” he stated softly.

There were only a few feet between him and where she was leaning against the kitchen island. He slowly got closer to her but stopped and sighed. She looked so scared.

“I wish you weren’t so afraid I’m going to hurt you. I’m not gonna push you. I just wanted to comfort you,” he told her quietly, hoping she couldn’t see how sad he felt seeing her like this.

He let out a sad sigh as he slowly turned from her. Then, he felt her take his hand gently in hers, and a warmth radiated throughout his body. The relief alone made him let out a sigh. Of course, though, Bubbles had to be a smartass.

Bout damn time.

He laughed right along with Maria, and it felt so good to see her smile, to feel her joy. It made his heart swell in a way he hadn’t thought possible. He didn’t want to move when his eyes met hers, but he had to finish cooking.

“No matter how much I want to keep holding your hand, I have to finish cooking,” he softly told her, nothing but love in his eyes.

That was when Sam walked into the kitchen, “Took you two long enough,” he chuckled before grabbing the spatula out of Dean’s other hand, “I got this. Why don’t you two go talk?” 

Seeing the deep blush that decorated her cheeks made him smile happily, and he didn’t argue with his brother when he took the spatula out of his hand. She looked utterly adorable as she looked shyly away from him. There was no getting the elated smile off his face at this point. Then he remembered he’d promised Bubbles breakfast as well.

“Oh, Bubbles gets scrambled eggs with some salt, pepper, and garlic. Go light though, and make sure to add a little milk to the eggs before you cook ‘em,” he told his brother before he grabbed the plate he’d already set up for Maria. Then, he led her out to the library, still holding her hand.

He didn’t want to let go of her. That feeling of finally connecting with her was indescribable. He felt everything she was: her shyness, nervousness, relief, happiness, fear. Dean led her to the closest table, set her plate down, and pulled the chair out.

“I really won’t bite, I promise,” he told her playfully, and her blush only seemed to deepen in her cheeks. 

Dean watched her sit down, and he really didn’t want to let go of her hand, as she hadn’t pulled away from him, even with as nervous as she felt. 

“Thanks… for breakfast,” she told him shyly, “But, uh, I’m gonna need my hand, to eat.”

He chuckled, “Not stopping you, Sweetheart,” he winked, being playful again, as he really couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see just how deep he could get that blush on her cheeks. And, oh boy, did it.

She slowly took her hand from his and began eating. He could only watch her, his head leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table, mostly facing her. He noticed a few strands of her hair that had fallen over her shoulder, and before she could move them, he reached out and gently tucked them behind her ear.

“You know, you’re adorable when you blush like that,” he told her softly.

“That doesn’t help,” she replied fairly shyly and didn’t look over at him.

“It helps the blush,” he chuckled.

She glanced side-eyed at him before looking back down at her plate, but he caught the playful smile on her lips before she took a bite of bacon. 

“I’d really like to get to know you. The things you like, your favorite music, your favorite foods, stuff like that,” he told her, trying not to ramble too much. 

“You don’t think I’m… a… well, weird?” she asked quietly, and he felt her apprehension.

“Nope. Not in the slightest,” he replied with a happy smirk, “Everyone is weird in their own way. I can only hope you don’t find me too weird.”

He noticed the small smile that his words brought her.

Sam only came out long enough to place a plate of food in front of Dean before returning to the kitchen with Bubbles. 

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[thesternest]

tag meme: my top 9 characters

i was tagged by @regallibellbright so with no particular order lets get into it

I have decided to not put any characters of my own here because then this list would be filled with my characters and nothing else

also only one per series since i want this to be an overall representation of my favorite characters

1.Phosphophyllite/Phos (land of the lustrous)

Phos is by far one of my favorite characters due to how they change throughout the series

also watching them suffer is what got me my permanent angst craving

phos is one of those characters that unfortunately due to being by far the most popular character in the series the fandom tends to dislike every other character in the series (particularly in this case since a lot of the other characters have mistreated phos in some way) which i think is a disservice to those characters

but phos is still my favorite

2.Blake Thorburn (Pact: Devils and Details) (no art for him because im too lazy to ask for permission to put him here and i dont want to put a piece of art on my post without permission)

ill be honest it was hard to pick if Taylor or Blake were going to be put here, since i didnt want to put two wildbow protagonists here, and while Worm was much more enjoyable for me to read i think Pact was a much more memorable story for me,

Since like blake struggled through the horrors, i struggled against decaying attention span

In general i gravitate toward fantasy stories more than superhero stories

3. Eve and aoi (birdie wing golf girls story)

hey remember a second ago when i was debating over which wildbow protagonist to put here because i didnt want to put both

Yeah fuck that these two are a pair because i love them both and refuse to seperate them

These two are genuinely one of my favorite protagonist duo's ever

like they are so funny with their insane antics and golf

4. Yuki Takamiya (thirteen sentinels aegis rim)

this one proved to be really hard to decide between Yuki, Okino or 426 since they are all favorites

i decided that it was best to fit one of the protagonists into this since it would be hard to talk about the other two without spoiling anything and needing a ton of context

from the second Yuki showed up i knew she would likely be a favorite

what i didnt expect was for her to be arguably one of the smartest characters in the game

I would say out of the protagonists she is the second smartest with Gouto being the smartest

Like i did not expect her route to be a detective story

5. Power (chainsaw man)

first person on this list who isnt a protagonist, and i did consider putting Asa instead of her and while i am undoubtedly more invested in Asa im also much more entertained by power

also i need to put one character who isnt a main character here lest i be seen as a basic bitch

6. Sayeon Lee (hand jumper)

we only have one season of her but this girl is so mentally unwell its like catnip to me

im eagerly awaiting the start of season 2

also to my surprise me reccomending vibes this webtoon caused a bunch of wormblr people to read this too so when season 2 starts i could probably talk to those people about it

7.Daan/ the doctor (fear and hunger termina)

this was a tough descision between Daan and Marina because while i love them both equally Daan has the better narrative in my head with his doomed by the narrative swag

8.Iwha (hero killer

she's cool when she murders people

9. Kikuri Hiroi (bocchi the rock)

girl who is doomed by the narrative

but the narrative is a slice of life so overall its not that bad

@n0brainjustvibes@tranz-regent@worstgirl-online i nominate you to follow in my example and list characters

Also feel free to analyse me like a lab rat for these picks in the notes

#also why is there such a clear gender divide in my faves #i did not expect that #phosphophyllite #land of the lustrous #blake thorburn #pact #pact web serial #pactblr #otherverse #birdie wing #birdie wing golf girls' story #aoi amawashi #evangeline burton #yuki takamiya #13 sentinels #13 sentinels: aegis rim #power #chainsaw man #sayeon lee #hand jumper #Daan #fear and hunger termina #Iwha #hero killer webtoon #bocchi the rock #hiroi kikuri

[astorichan]

soooo like bug romance right?

I have literally never thought of bug game in romantic terms, especially not between the higher beings

It’s always been a lot of…familial bonds, and how they’re messed with/exploited

But

you seem to have bug romance on the brain

and I wanna know

I wanna know how that recontextualizes this game

please

I’m so sorry for bothering you so much your rambles are just so cool

bug romance hehehehe

i kind of went in with the same view: came for the sibling dynamics between Hollow & Ghost (mainly) + Hollow & PK family dynamics. Then I happened upon a single line in another fic that ripped my heart out and sent me into a recontextualisation night-long spiral. (misread the tags on it, oop) The line was "And it felt terribly alone without her." Hollow @ Radi.

So yeah, that was the first ship I got into. It resonated with me very hard due to some history, so I was able to really... care about it and the dynamics at play. (my aro ass needs to get very invested to ship characters lol)

BUT enough intro, let me actually ramble:

RadiHollow is the first of my two ships. It's based on several factors, first of them being that those two spent an indefinite (I personally headcanon 300-400 years) amount of time completely isolated from the world. Alone with only each other for company. We know that Radi is horrible at loneliness, her history/the entire thing with Higher Beings requiring worship to live alludes to it a lot: the whole reason the infection broke out was that she'd been forgotten by the moths. Left behind. Left alone. The next factors are my own view of their characters. Radi as I write her is an extremely self-centered person, incapable of ever admitting any fault, incapable of ever being wrong, incapable of ever not being in control. She's manipulative and very emotionally abusive in an... insidious, "you just can't appreciate my love", way. So not "hehe torture fun". Hollow is someone who never viewed themself as a real person. Their feelings, wants, thoughts are not important. They have not experienced kindness for who they were. They also tend to blame themself for anything bad that happens. Couple those two in complete isolation (which, isolation is one of the first steps an abuser will take to gain control over their victim), with Radi showing Hollow genuine kindness despite their failure, despite them being her enemy, despite everything. She has an "I will fix you" mentality; she sees them as a poor, downtrodden person who only needs to be loved enough to fall on her side. To see that she was right all along. They hate each other, of course. They want to watch each other burn. They want to burn together. Radi wants to enter the new dawn together with them. They want to go down in flames together with her. They hate her, but the kindness makes it hard to only hate her. She hates them, but their empathy and responsiveness, their presence and pushback make it hard to only hate them.

Grollow is the second one, and it has direct relation to all the stuff I've said up there. I headcanon Grimm and Radi as siblings (""? as much as beings of pure magic can be siblings. their relationship is definitely familial), which means that Grimm is very intimately familiar with all of Radi's antics: the gaslighting, the manipulation, the blame-everyone-around, the disregard for his feelings, the blindness to what her love does to him. He's someone that understands Hollow, post-Radi. He's someone that knows what they've gone through. He's someone who's had similar experiences and had time to heal from them. He's someone who hates watching them suffer at her hands. And he's someone who sees them for the absolute mess that they are, knows most of what Radi could've done to them mentally and is willing to stay by their side. And somewhere along the way, they fall for each other. Somewhere along the way, Hollow grows comfortable with showing themself, with being themself. They stop clinging to their history with Radi, they grow past their (frankly, awful) learned responses. They realise just how much he's done for them, and they want to be the best version of themself, to be his support - if he will let them. He draws out the best in them. They draw out the best in him. They're mirrors of each other. They're pillars of support for one another. They're both willing to do anything for each other. Even if that anything is growing past spiteful pride and unwillingness to admit to fault. Even if that anything is opening up your heart to a potential knife, dropping a mask of playfulness and detachment, showing the vulnerable skin underneath.

My two ships. Proudly waving them around. There's more stuff to Grollow, namely PVxGrimm pairing (so, pre-Temple). Moon expands on that a bit (I think it's in the already posted chapter, even) and Dreams has it because of shared interests, shared character traits and, again, Grimm's unwillingness to coddle them or evade them for any reason. Means a lot to them.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY don't you sorry me /lh I'm so glad for the opportunities to talk about my stuff. I love sharing my thoughts, headcanons, anything connected to the creative process honestly. It's a special kind of heartwarming. So no sorry, thank you for asking!

#answered asks #the-moth-from-elsewhere #i love rambling about stuff #grollow #radihollow #hk headcanons #these are so fun #there's a T rated fic i have for RadiHollow (Dreamsverse) if you want a closer look at that #name me a bird #my beloved babies #youre doing a lot for my muse lately sdfgfdsg thank you

[persnicketypomelo]

What about writing for the Sherlock fandom ? Moriarty would definetely be interesting. Or something about King Arthur, Lancelot, or the James Bond movies?

Those are just suggestions, of course !!

obsession, kidnap

Yandere Moriarty Headcanons

Let us be clear, Moriarty, though observant, has the social-emotional intelligence of a toddler

What he wants, he gets, regardless of the consequences to others, and when he tires of his toys, he doesn't hesitant to discard them

He cares not for good nor evil, only his own whims

To catch his attention in a way that doesn't wind up in your death, you must impress him in some way

Either by interfering in his criminal network, or making a name for yourself in some way, you attract his attention in a way he cannot ignore

If you prove a nuisance to his business, he will either be impressed, or annoyed and send a hitman out for you

When you manage to best his goons, then he is definitely at least amused

You're not completely incompetent, and pose somewhat of a threat to his livelihood--and not many people are capable of that

He wants to see what makes you tick and how to get under your skin

Moriarty would use the people you love against you, as bait, and he expects a good show to save them on your part

He is not caring, and the minute he feels you become too bland he is not afraid to dispose of you

I think, however, with time, his feelings grow more intense until he believes you’re simply too entertaining to get rid of, but he is so prone to changing his mind that you can never quite know...

He doesn’t feel threatened or jealous of others around you—after all--he is rich enough to hire people that keep an eye on you

They report to him your every action of every day, and should someone lay a hand on you…he has ways of making people disappear

Depending on whether Moriarty feels you are an intellectual match for himself, he might not see you even as a person, really

If he considers your intellect to be significantly beneath him, then he will consider you more as a pet

I see possibilities of him both kidnapping you and allowing you to roam free (albeit the ever present thorn of his existence in your side)

Should he kidnap you, he would allow you to escape, and then repeat the cycle over again, each time with more improvements to your security, watching you improve each time

It provides him light entertainment--akin to trash television--to see what you learn and how you adapt each time

If he doesn't kidnap you, it's because he sees no merit in doing so

Your antics amuse him, and confined, you are not capable of entertaining him

Even if he decides not to kidnap you, he will engrain himself into your life and delight in your frustration over your inability to do anything about it

However, this game of chase between the two of you is destructive, and will eventually end in one of your demises

For your own sake, I hope you can lock him away or kill him once and for all

Otherwise you might suffer an outcome worse than death at his hands

I don't feel like this was my best work, but I'm not sure how to improve it either :(

#reader insert #x reader #yandere #obsessive #sherlock #sherlock fandom #bbc sherlock #jim moriarty #moriarty #yandere sherlock #yandere moriarty #sherlock x reader

[bridgertonbabe]

I loved your headcannons about Hyacinth.

What about Gareth?

I find it interesting that he accepted Hyacinth just as she is

In comparison to my headcanon of Simon as the long-suffering wine aunt of the in-laws with all of their scandals and constant shenanigans, Gareth actually can't get enough of all the antics his in-laws get up to. He is perpetually amused, the Bridgertons are his favourite form of entertainment and he does nothing to discourage any of them in the slightest; he just sits back with his popcorn and enjoys the newest installment of whatever mayhem any of his in-laws have got themselves into now.

He absolutely loves and adores Hyacinth for who she is and there's nothing about her that he's interested in taming because she wouldn't be Hyacinth without her thrill-seeking gung-ho zest for adventure. Far from trying to hold her back, Gareth champions his wife in whatever she puts her mind to; whether that's her obsessive hunt for diamonds, gathering as much gossip as she can at any social occasion, or even exacting petty revenge on those who have wronged her nearest and dearest (though the only times he ever does feel the need to step in and gently rein her in is if one of her hare-brained schemes seems to be on the cusp of veering into the territory of criminal activity).

I feel as though it was a mutual decision between husband and wife to have only the two children. After Isabella's birth Hyacinth voiced her delight in having one of each and she considered their family complete much to Gareth's relief. They hadn't discussed how many children they had wanted prior to the birth of their daughter and though he would have provided Hyacinth with more children if that was what she had wished for, Gareth personally thought two children was more than enough. He dreaded the idea of him and Hyacinth being outnumbered by their offspring and his feeling on the matter was validated further by seeing the bigger broods his in-laws had to contend with. At the very least he had two eyes to watch his two children with; any more than that he feared he'd be letting something go amiss and especially with the family he's married into he knows that losing sight of any person with Bridgerton blood running through their veins can only lead to some sort of inevitable bedlam.

As enthusiastic as Gareth would be to get involved with Pall Mall and other such competitive games beloved by the Bridgertons, I feel as though his game of choice would actually be chess. While he's not afraid to muck in with the far more spirited sport games, I think he would enjoy the far more peaceful and mental challenge of the board game. I feel like it would be his way of bonding with his brothers-in-law and male guests while Hyacinth hosts their female company in tea and gossip.

Gareth is very easy to amuse and entertain, and if he finds something particularly funny he'll be tickled by it for many years after the fact and gets a kick out of mentioning and reminiscing about it. He would also find it very hard to restrain himself from expressing his amusement e.g. at a big family dinner Colin makes a teasing remark about Anthony and while Gareth doesn't want to laugh and be on the receiving end of one of Anthony's furrowed glares, he can't help the slight shaking of his shoulders or the grin that keeps trying to bubble up on his lips - and what's worse is that if Hyacinth catches onto him trying to suppress his laughter, she'll do everything she can to prod him into giving up the ghost and snorting/laughing aloud.

#asks #gareth st clair #hyareth #bridgerton headcanons

[humaforever]

Do you have any headcannons about Harriet and Sammy?

Harriet and Sammy are the same age with Harriet being slightly older.

All the Hook siblings are close with Sammy, but no one closer than Harriet. To her Sam was her first sibling and the first person she truly loved.

Same goes for Sammy, Harriet was basically their only sibling for a long time before the twins were born.

Sam really gained a new kind of respect and understanding after the twins were born. They now truly understood why even if she was struggling, she would give up anything and everything for her younger siblings

Sammy is really keeping Harriet's ship afloat as first mate. Sometimes Harriet comes and talks to Sammy because she's trying to avoid her own work and in turn won't let them get anything done because she desperately wants to avoid her responsibilities

One time Sam dumped a bottle of Harriet's alcohol in the ocean because she was blacking out and hurting herself with how much she was drinking.

Harriet yelled and lashed out at them after that. And when it was all said and done she hated herself for it. As she replayed the moment in her mind all she could think of was her father. She must've looked just like him, sounded just like him. She doesn't want to treat her first mate like he does.

When it's Sammy and Harriet talking, just the two of them, that's one of the only times you can find that Harriet will actually smile.

Sammy is aromantic but Harriet has plenty of relationship drama to fill both of their shares.

Sammy is in charge of betting pools and well, cheating and fraud is fine when it's for Harriet. She spends a bit much on bets so they'll just take that money out of the pot at the end of the day and give it back to her.

Harriet often forgets that she sets stuff down and will just leave her stuff in random places. Sammy is aware of this habit and follows her around, picking up her stuff as they go.

Sammy's birthday is pretty much the only day that Harriet will acknowledge as a holiday and the only holiday that she will always absolutely make sure to throw a party for to celebrate

Harriet has a tendency to ignore or not notice how cold she is because of the alcohol intake, so Sammy is always looking for warm clothes and gloves for her.

Harriet has now made it a rule that whenever she has meetings with Uma on the Lost Revenge first mate's shall be included.

Why? Because Harry was always there anyway, right next to Uma and Harriet decided she could no longer suffer with their antics by herself. So she forced Sammy along so Harry and Uma could also torture them.

Sometimes a hug from each other is all they need to make the world not feel like it's completely falling apart.

Sammy will walk around the ship and know what cups or bottles Harriet drank out of because her lipstick is always coated on the rim.

They both know the old sea shanties, and lots of 'em. It has become a thing for them to start singing those songs when the other is feeling down because they know neither of them can resist singing along.

#sammy smee #harriet hook

[blue-moon-writer]

Kitsune/Werefox Luigi AU (Part 1)

AO3 Link here! <-

Chapter 2 Post <-

Short Summary:

What if Luigi eats a Super Leaf after Mario mistakenly tells him to eat the power-ups and has to deals with the hairy consequences as he finds himself turning into a mythical fox creature known as a kitsune. Luigi desperately clings to his humanity and wonders if he’s a man or a monster.

Long Summary:

After moving to The Mushroom Kingdom, Mario is eager to show his lil bro the ropes since, besides the Super Star, Luigi hasn’t used any power-ups. Mario tells Luigi he needs to eat the power-ups but fails to mention that he was only referring to the mushroom ones. Heeding Mario’s advice, Luigi eats a Super Leaf before he can be warned or stopped then coughs up blood. He passes out before being rushed to the Mushroom Kingdom Hospital. Mario blames himself and lashes out at Peach when she tries comforting him in his distressed state. Luckily after pumping Luigi’s stomach empty, he makes a quick full recovery. However, antics ensue when the plumber in green begins turning into a mythical fox creature known as a kitsune. Luigi desperately clings to his humanity and wonders if he’s a man or a monster.

❌(Proshippers do NOT interact!)❌

So I’ve hit a roadblock with my other fic and wanted to post something new! Luigi’s been one of my favorite characters for as long as I can remember so time for him to suffer (if you know then you know)

Mario and Luigi speak some Italian but I’m using Google Translate so let me know if it’s wrong! Also I love that Mario called Luigi “Lu” in the movie (screams about the green bean needing more screen time) but I need Luigi to call Mario “Mar” or something back!!!

Man or Monster?

Chapter 1: One Tough Cookie

Luigi woke up to the sanitized smell of disinfectant and the sound of a monitor beeping.

Eyebrows furrowed, he blinked open his eyes, only to get blinded by a bright fluorescent light. He felt extremely exhausted and disoriented. Where is he? What happened? Not knowing the answers to those questions was scaring him.

Luigi tried to keep his breathing even but fear was quickly building in his chest. He was starting to freak out. The beeping sound got louder and faster.

Something suddenly grabs his shoulders, causing Luigi to scream bloody murder. The green plumber instinctively bolts up like a rocket but something fights against him and pushes him down. A series of shouts break out but he can’t hear any of the words in his panicked state.

Tears prick in the corners of his eyes as red, blue, and white blurs moved in and out of focus. Luigi twisted this way and that but he couldn’t break free. He just wants to go home.

"Calmati!"

Luigi froze and the shouting ceased. He wasn’t sure why but that word and the way it was said broke through his haze of panic. Who said it? Chest heaving, he managed to blink his eyes enough times to clear his vision a bit. A familiar face was staring at him. Who put a mirror there?

“Tranquillo, fratellino, va tutto bene,” the same voice whispers in a comforting tone.

Wait a minute, it wasn’t a mirror at all. He recognized that voice and that face. Mario. That was Mario.

“Mar-” Luigi tries to speak, but his voice cracks and ends in a harsh coughing fit. His throat felt like it was on fire.

His older brother wordlessly helps him sit up and Luigi sheepishly realizes that the thing that had grabbed him by the shoulders had been Mario this whole time. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his white gloves.

A blue Toad wearing a white coat appears out of no where from the sidelines and offers him a plastic cup of water. Luigi carefully accepts it and gulps it down without a second thought.

“You with me, Lu?” Mario asks, once the cup’s empty.

Luigi nods slightly. Mario and the blue Toad look at him with worried expressions that made him feel guilty. He didn’t like making others worry and wanted to apologize but he didn’t even know what for.

He watches the two exchange a few quiet words before the humanoid mushroom walks out the room, leaving the two brothers alone. Mario sits down in a chair next to the bed that Luigi was in.

“Where are we?” Luigi finally questions in a hoarse voice.

“We’re at the Mushroom Kingdom Hospital. They had to pump your stomach empty,” Mario tried to say it casually, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away.

“Th-They had to what?!”

Mario’s eyes slightly widened. “You don’t remember?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I did,” Luigi grumbles, his head drooping. He tries to recall the last thing he remembered doing. He remembers…something about power-ups followed by a lot of pain.

___

(1 Day Earlier)

“So you basically gotta eat the power-ups for them to work. That’s what made me get over eating mushrooms so quickly.”

“Guess that checks out,” Luigi said, nodding along. Mario was showing him around the Mushroom Kingdom. On account of Luigi being kidnapped by Bowser, he wasn’t as familiar with the area as Mario was. Right now, the red plumber was showing Luigi how the magical power-ups worked.

“And they can just pop out of these yellow Mystery Blocks?” Luigi asks, pointing to a nearby block that was floating in midair.

“Pretty much. Give it a go, bro!” Mario encouraged, standing off to the side with a thumbs-up.

Feeling eager to try it, Luigi turned to the block and jumped up to hit it from below. A brown striped leaf with eyes popped out the block from the impact. He held his hands open as it drifted down and landed in his palm.

Curiously, he wondered what kind of power-up it was and decided to test it. Mario said to eat the power-ups, right? He held one end of the leaf and lifted it toward his mouth.

“Wait, don’t-“ Mario tried to stop him but Luigi had already swallowed the leaf, “-eat…that…”

The twins make eye contact for a split second before Luigi started violently coughing into the crook of his elbow. The leaf didn’t have much of a taste but it was dry and left his throat feeling irritated. If he had to compare it to something, he’d say it felt like he had swallowed a handful of hair.

“Mamma mia, you weren’t supposed to eat that, Lu!” Mario cries out, rushing to his side to rub his back.

“You-You said to eat the power-ups!” Luigi retorts, once the coughing ceases.

“I only meant the mushroom ones!”

“How was I supposed to know that?!”

“It should’ve been obvious!”

Luigi was about to counter when his entire abdomen seized with a sudden sharp pain. He clenches his stomach with a groan. It felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife and was now twisting it around in his insides.

Another coughing fit wracks his body and he can taste copper on his lips. Luigi clasps a hand over his mouth and sure enough his white gloves get stained in red.

Blood. He’s coughing up blood.

Mario was shouting something in a panic but Luigi was having difficulty focusing on the words. Black spots dance around the corners of his vision before he begins swaying forward and everything goes blank.

___

“Ugh, I feel so stupid,” Luigi whines, rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say that. I should’ve been more specific or I should’ve stopped you,” Mario sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. It wasn’t a good look on him.

“Mario, this isn’t your fault. I’m the one who thought it was a good idea to eat a leaf with eyes,” Luigi tries to joke, but Mario doesn’t laugh. The red plumber blamed himself for what happened judging by the by the dark circles hanging below his eyes. Luigi could read his twin like an open book.

He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. A moment later, Princess Peach and a familiar red Toad entered the room to his surprise.

“Hey, guys! We heard Luigi woke up and wanted to drop by!” Toad exclaimed with a friendly wave.

“Yes, we were quite worried about you,” Peach said as she made her way over to stand at the opposite side of where Mario was sitting.

“Wow, Luigi, you look green. Like greener than usual,” Toad blurted out, jumping up to sit at the edge of Luigi’s bed.”

“Geez, thanks.”

“And where’s your hat? You look kinda weird without it. Especially when Mario has his on.”

“Toad, be nice,” Peach scolded, picking Toad up and setting him back down on the floor.

“Hey, I was just making an observation,” Toad grumbles to defend himself. Peach rolls her eyes.

“How are you feeling, Luigi?”

“I’m alright, Princess. No need to worry.”

“Good to hear that you’re feeling better,” Peach declared with a smile. Her eyes automatically drifted to the older twin.

“And how are you, Mario?”

Visibly, Mario tensed up when Peach made eye contact with him.

“I’ve been better,” Mario shrugged, pointedly looking away from the Mushroom Kingdom’s Princess. Before she could respond, the red plumber excused himself by saying he was going to the bathroom.

Luigi squinted his eyes in suspicion. Something was going on between the two. Did they have an argument?

The words left his mouth before Luigi could stop himself, “It’s not his fault, please don’t blame him.”

“No one is blaming him,” Peach explained with her hands up. “If anything I’m the one to blame as Princess of-“

“No, no, it’s not your fault either,” Luigi cut her off, shaking his head. He slouched down against his pillow. “I made a stupid mistake is all. But I’m fine now! So I don’t want anyone to blame themselves!”

“Yeah, you’re one tough cookie! Not as tough as me, of course, but you’ll be right as rain soon!” Toad helpfully spoke up. He seemed to be the only one in high spirits.

“Has this ever happened before? Someone eating a power-up that they're not supposed to, I mean?” Luigi wondered if this was the first time this had happened.

“Not that I’ve ever heard of,” Toad shrugged.

“No, I don’t recall that happening before either,” Peach hummed.

“And if she doesn’t know then it’s definitely never happened here at least. But, hey, you and Mario always seem to do things like that.”

“Things like what?” Luigi raised an eyebrow.

“Likeeee never before done things!” Toad elaborated, stars seemingly forming in his eyes.

“I guess we do…?”

It was then that Mario returned, causing Peach to clap her hands together once.

“Okay, Toad, that’s enough. Luigi needs to rest. Take care of yourselves and let me know if you need anything,” Peach said, with the last part being obviously directed at Mario.

“Bye-Bye! Get well soon!”

“Bye, thanks for checking in on me,” Luigi politely bid them farewell. Mario remained silent as the door closed behind the pair.

“Bro, where are your manners? You’re not gonna kiss The Princess goodbye?” Luigi lightheartedly teased. Mario numbly stared down at the floor. That wasn’t a good sign. He knew from the get go that Mario had a crush on Peach and was always teasing him about it as the two snarked back and forth with childish banter. But something was wrong.

“Mar? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Lu, I’m fine,” mumbled Mario in a tone that said he was not fine. “Everything’s fine.”

“You look awful.”

Mario chuckled wearily. “Seen a mirror lately?”

“Something happened between you two, didn’t it?”

“No, nothing happened,” Mario said with a strained smile.

“Mar, don’t lie to me,” Luigi said, arms crossed.

Mario bit his lip. “We had a tiny argument. That’s all.”

“It was about me, wasn’t it?”

“Look, she already said she knew I was just worried and scared and didn’t mean anything I said. I’ll make it up to her later so just drop it.”

“Fine, but like I said this isn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened, okay?”

Mario’s leg bounced up and down. “Okay,” he said unconvincingly. He was too stubborn for his own good sometimes.

“Do you know when we can leave?” Luigi changed the topic.

“They said you’ll be free to go home tomorrow morning. ‘Til then you should get some sleep.”

In all honesty, it looked like Mario needed sleep more than he did. But Luigi knew Mario felt it was his big brotherly duty to keep watch over him.

“Wake me up when it’s time to go.”

”You got it.”

“And don’t grab me by the shoulders this time.”

“I won’t,” Mario promised.

“‘Notte, bro.”

A calloused hand stroked his bangs back as Luigi laid down and shut his eyes.

“‘Notte.”

———

In case anyone needs it:

In case anyone needs it:

• “Calmati” translates to “Calm down” or “Take it easy”

• “Tranquillo, fratellino, va tutto bene” translates to “Don't worry, little brother, everything is fine”

• “’Notte” translates to “‘Night” a informal way to say goodnight

(I love headcanons about them speaking Italian here and there)

Thanks for reading if you got this far!

#luigi nintendo #mario nintendo #fox luigi #werewolf luigi #Kitsune Luigi #tw blo0d #blue’s fanfic #if the format is off then blame Tumblr and try AO3 #posts this and runs away #more angst next chapters #super mario au #man or monster? #man or monster? mario au