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hyugaruma · 1 year ago

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H&L: When They’re Jealous

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re: when some guy tries flirting with you…

“girlfriend” “she” used

not shown, ranmaru later being a dickhead to you because he partially blames you for the whole ordeal…because he sucks (i love him)

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Cobra: “Is this your friend?” Cobra isn’t someone who likes to jump to conclusions, and he wants you to know that he trusts you completely and would never assume any sort of infidelity. So, when he sees a man approach you at the bar, he wants to give the benefit of the doubt. Cobra casually slides back onto the barstool next to you that he previously occupied before stepping off to the bathroom. Though he remains cool about the whole thing, he can’t help the way his arm seems to mindlessly find itself wrapping around your hips in a territorial way. “I’m Cobra, by the way. Her boyfriend.”

Hyuga: “Oi, who let this clown in here? I hate clowns.” Hyuga nonchalantly tokes on his pipe, several Daruma Babies hovering around behind him. Despite his calm attitude, you can tell by the twitch of his eyebrows that he’s irritated. The man who was trying to flirt with you instantly takes a step away from you, clearly taking note of the danger that he faces at the hands of Hyuga. Hyuga looks to you, asking you without any words if the guy was bothering you. You know that, if you wanted him to, Hyuga would be quick to dispose of the guy for you, but the man seems harmless enough, so you shake your head. “You’re lucky the Mrs. here is nicer than me. Get the hell out of here.”

Ranmaru: “If you’re looking for a pretty face, I’m right here.” Ranmaru’s the type to act first and ask questions later. The second he sees the man approach you in the dimly-lit club he’s already got the guy’s shirt gripped tightly in his fist. It doesn’t even matter if the guy was actually flirting with you or not. Ranmaru yanks the man closer so that they’re face-to-face, a shit-eating grin that you know all too well appearing on his face. Ranmaru likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but let anyone try to make a move on you and his actions will say differently. “That one’s off limits, though.”

Yasushi: “You looking for someone to take you out on a date? Go ahead, try those moves of yours out on me. I’m waiting.” Your boyfriend’s near-maniacal laughter seems to scare the guy shitless, because all prior confidence he’d had when hitting on you was now evaporated and replaced with utter fear. Yasushi casually steps between you and the guy, his grin only widening at the fearful reaction. Yasushi teasingly beckons the guy forward with a wave of the hand. There’s nothing you can say or do at this point to get Yasushi to stand down; Yasushi’s already taken this opportunity to scratch that itch for a fight. “What? Lost your nerve? Come on, don’t get me all excited for nothing.”

Fujin: “She’s got a boyfriend who knows how to fight, y’know?” Fujin slings an arm over your shoulders and eyes down the guy who just tried asking for your number, much to your own obvious discomfort. Fujin hadn’t left your side for more than two seconds when the creep decided to swoop in. Fujin trusts you implicitly, but he’s quick to jump in when anyone else might be trying to make a move on you. One thing about Fujin is that he doesn’t like people bothering his significant other. Fujin flicks his head in a gesture that dismisses the guy who currently looks like he’s regretting his decision in approaching you. “Get lost, before you really piss me off.”

Amagai: “You thought you should even try? You’re pathetic.” Another one who likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but boy does he. Amagai shoves his foot into the gut of the guy currently on the floor at his feet. The second you had casually mentioned the guy had tried hitting on you, Amagai was already sending Ryo on his way to bring the guy-in-question to him. This was all little known to you, however, because one thing Amagai wasn’t going to do was have his jealousy be known to you. Amagai squats down and looks the trembling guy in the eyes with a cold smile. “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?”

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sunny6677 · 1 month ago

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ALRIGHT!! DYLANS TURN

@rebootgrimm

Full Name: Dylan Ocean Smith.

Age: 14-15 when he first arrives, 16-17 at the end of his story.

Gender: Transgender Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual with a female preference.

Birth date: January 21st.

He's both Greek and Welsh in my opinion—knowing both English and Greek, but he's also currently learning Korean.

Dylan likes horses, horse-riding, the beach, and also just the ocean in general and the life within it. He dislikes sea pollution, people treating sea creatures badly—and also horses badly, and he.. dislikes snakes for some reason, though specifically because they tend to attack him a lot or always show up around him.

I like to imagine he has a dumb little tattoo of a sea horse on his upper left shoulder—

Dylan is very outgoing, loyal, and generally very goofy. But at the same time, it's very easy to piss him off if you mess with his friends, and he can actually be quite protective of them. But when pushed too far, he can become terrifyingly violent—and not even realize how far he's going until way later or til someone stops him. He also experiences rapid mood swings, and easily forgets about stuff a lot. He can also jump to conclusions very easily, and can go back and forth from being impulsive, to not impulsive at all.

Dylan likes going to the beach, collecting seashells, taking care of fishes, and he used to go fishing—but he always felt bad for 'no reason', and eventually stopped after a while.

Dylan works at a small pet store a little before he goes to camp, and resumes his job anytime he comes back from it. But he works mainly in the 'fish or sea creature' section of the store.

Dylan is actually very strong and fast despite his size, and is very quick to act or think. But his anger can get the best of him sometimes and make him forget to think logically, or to do something more beneficial. He can also be quite oblivious at times.

He usually dresses like a surfer dude, and has a very squeaky and outgoing voice—but it can become VERY low and intimidating when he's pissed off. He's allergic to snakes, so that's probably the reason why he hates them so much deep down, though he's never been bitten by one and has always managed to avoid them—he also canonically has ADHD and autism! And he's interested in becoming a marine biologist one day.

I imagine he lives in a small, but slightly poor house or apartment near the beach somewhere in town (he lives in the same place as Thora btw, or maybe he doesn't? I'm trying to decide). He says "Whaaaaaattttt?" a lot for some reason, and giggles a lot whenever he speaks if he's in a good mood. He's a bit afraid of the deeper parts if the sea even if it interests him, specifically the creatures there though. And again, he has a phobia of snakes. He has a good habit of trying to pay attention when somethings important since it shows he cares. But he has a bad habit of assuming things way to quickly or getting a bit too protective of his friends.

He has more expressive mannerisms, like gesturing widely with his hands or slamming his fists against something—and he also tends to like to pretend he's stabbing something for some reason? And also likes to pretend he has a magic staff. He's very intelligent even though some people treat him like he isn't, and is especially interested in sea life. He has a bit of a chaotic and random sense of humor, and goofs off a lot. He usually has very stupid solutions to things unless it's serious—if angry enough, they're usually very irrational solutions instead. He can usually recognize when people are upset, but has an awkward time comforting others. He's very extroverted, and hates when people are generally bitchy to him or those he cares about. His most prized possession is a little fishing rod that he kept even when he stopped fishing, just because it's one of the first gifts his mortal dad gave to him (he has two dads btw—cuz mlm real).

His favorite food is celery, and his favorite drinks is water (unsurprisingly)—usually any kind though, including literal ocean water cuz he's kind of a weirdo(/aff). He tends to smell like water or just the beach in general. He plans on visiting one particular gigantic ass aquarium one day, and also just heading out to sea to see all the wild life. And he usually spends the mornings doing a big stretch, yawning, taking a look out at the beach from his window, and then immediately turning on music and getting ready. He doesn't play any sports, but he does jog a lot. He can beat people at arm wrestles very easily. And he also snores very, very loudly—or very quietly—it usually depends.

He strongly believes that no one, and I mean no one, should be allowed to hurt those he cares for. And believes that if anyone even dares to try, he has the right to beat them up if he wants, no matter if his friends were in the wrong or not. Unless his friends did something he considers more serious, but still—he is externally optimistic, but can be pessimistic when he's upset. And he has a slightly bad image of himself because he truly believes he's just some guy, and it gets worse later on when his abilities lead to him doing some pretty terrible damage or acting more angrily than he should.

His main motivation in life is to just explore and live his life to the fullest. He thinks that he must get to know every little part of life while he's still here. Though one of his darker secrets is that he punched a kid in the face when he thought they were bullying his friend, when it turns out, said friend was bullying them—and he had an argument with said friend after that led to their friendship ending. But the kid he punched never really forgave him, and while he understands how they felt, he for some reason can't comprehend the fact that maybe they don't have to forgive him, and experiences a lot of internal conflict over this. His biggest dream is to just discover something great and be recognized for it. And one of his goals is to find a new sea creature. His deepest fear is not being able to protect his friends and family from something dangerous, or possibly losing all of them and being powerless to do anything about it. He has an external conflict with forgiveness a lot, and can't comprehend that some people just don't have to forgive him, and that he doesn't have to forgive some people. And internally, he starts to see himself as messed up and as a monster due to some of the things he does while protecting his friends.

His deepest regret is not going on a trip that he was going to go on with his cousin, who he used to be very close with—but his cousin died whenever they went on the trip. And now he feels like he should have done something to protect them, or should have gone so maybe he could have died instead of them or found our what killed them, because they still don't know how his cousin died and just found her body somewhere. This is part of the reason why he's so protective of those he still has. Deep down, he desired to just be finally content with everything in his life, or to find some sort of fulfillment. And he's externally pressured by his very friendly but protective mortal dad, who is just as afraid of losing him as he is afraid of losing everyone else around him. He's the most insecure about whether or not he's really strong deep down. His greatest joy is his friends, his family, and the sea itself. And his worst nightmare is being taken away from his loved ones, or dying without being able to say goodbye to them. I imagine he becomes a marine biologist in the future, a navy officer, or perhaps just a sailor at sea.

He's usually very happy. Oh, and he has a secret handshake with his little brother, which is just a very complicated fist bump. His father was also very supportive of him when he decided he wanted to transition, along with everyone else in his family, and while Poseidon is a bit confused later on when he finally sees him again, he accepts it since he's had plenty of kids and someone being Trans isn't anything new. Dylan also isn't very creative.

Dylan is actually friends with Thora, or even best friends with her in fact. Though they live on different parts of town and usually have to walk a long distance to see eachother. They only have one class together, and Dylan has a job, so they have little time to hang out unless she's seeing him at his work. They're both very protective of eachother though. And Dylan becomes friends with Amoria later on.

Thora and Dylan's dynamic would be best described as 'overly serious, done with everyone's shit, and protective as fuck + goofy goober who the serious one usually tries to protect, but can be equally protective in turn'. I may draw something to show off their dynamic one I finish everyone's designs lol.

Dylan is disliked by Athena of course, and he's very awkward around her. And he dislikes Medusa just cuz it later turns out she's the one sending snakes on him, due to some curse that she's inflicted on him that has to do with the prophecy about the twenty heroes.

Dylan abilities include: Literally being able to travel on makeshift water horses—or being able to travel inside of a water horse or teleport through water horses, summoning gigantic ass waves or being able to control the ocean in whatever way he pleases, being able to drown people by simply not letting them out of the water or manipulating the water to not let them out, teleporting through waves, having his own little staff that Poseidon gave to him as a gift that he can send charges of ocean through or stab any divine creature with (and also kill them with), being able to cause literally earthquakes and gigantic storms, etc etc.

One of his instances of protecting his friends I thought of was basically: Thora and Amoria get kidnapped and taken on a ship, while Dylan is forced to find them. He angrily summons a water horse, runs all across the ocean til he finds the ship, and once he finds it—he rises out of the water and starts beating the hell out of everyone on the ship with his natural element. But even when he gets his friends back, he tries to make them apologize to see if they'll show any remorse. They either don't, or their apology is fucking terrible. But either way, he decides to not spare them, and drowns most of them in a rush of waves before leaving. He probably gets in trouble for this, and maybe even put on trial, but somehow lives despite this, and is heavily scolded by Poseidon after.

#percy jackson oc #percy jackson #percy jackson au #twenty heroes au

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egg-emperor · 1 year ago

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OMFG I’ve never seen these bios on the SEA Facebook account of the JP Sonic Twitter, I’m so overjoyed at Eggman’s!!!!

“his goal is to turn the world into Eggmanland and he absolutely does not care how this will affect everyone’s lives” that’s EXACTLY what I’m always saying!!!!

It’s never been about anyone else and wanting to do genuine good in ways that benefit other people. It’s not to avenge his grandfather or help humanity. His idea of a perfect world is one ruled and controlled by him, at the center of attention with all the power free to build all the fucked up attractions dedicated to his superior brilliant self, while everyone else is beneath him and suffers from his harsh rule and he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s always ranged from completely apathetic towards the harm and damage he does on a collateral level to reveling in it when it’s direct and intentional in his schemes.

All that matters is him getting what he wants both in pursuit in his goal and if he succeeded permanently in the way he’d choose to rule it, no matter how much is destroyed and who gets hurt, he’ll do whatever it takes as long as he himself is safe and the world he wants to rule still exists- even if terribly damaged. In fact that’s a part of his twisted definition of making it “perfect”, as he specifically wants Eggmanland to be dangerous and deadly and fucked up for his own benefit of finding great joy, amusement, and entertainment in it, while it causes nothing but harm and destruction for everyone else.

I really like how this fact about him not caring about what happens to others reflects multiple of his important core traits combined- his self-centeredness, egotism, and narcissism, his low empathy and apathy, and his strong will and determination to achieve his goals. The idea that he genuinely wants to help people and do anything for the world that’s ‘better’ and ‘perfect’ for anyone besides himself is misunderstanding/ignoring that his greed for power and grandiosity is what fuels him and his egotism and self-absorption is what leads him to his goal of wanting all power, control, and attention.

Also the way he’s so determined, dedicated, and passionate about his goal and idea of what he wants the world to be and how to rule it that he’ll do whatever it takes, do things his way, and not care about how anyone else is affected at all- is shown through the way he'll hurt people and destroy things for his own selfish gain and satisfaction. His greatest strengths of will and determination shows through this just as much as how he keeps getting up and trying again does. If you remove that from his character and make him care about anyone else, it implies a limit to his biggest strength that doesn’t exist.

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Now I also just wanna address the part about him having a “soft spot” for Sonic real quick too because I’ve seen people go “omg it confirms Eggdad for Sonic is real uwu so kawaii uwaaaah!!!” - yeah no. I’m going to guess that it’s in reference to the respect he has for Sonic for his tenacity and talent for being able to challenge him and for being a formidable adversary as a result, which was explained really perfectly in his own words in Sonic Frontiers:

So I can understand that part, I feel it could be considered a soft spot of sorts for having any respect and recognition for his strengths at all- it's just that it comes from a place of seeing him as a formidable adversary towards him, so it's still self praising in the way that, through admitting Sonic's strengths, he can take pride in himself for being his one true match for how he is his one everlasting nemesis while all others that have fought him have fallen.

But with the conclusions I see some jumping to, y'all clearly just decided to not pay attention to/ignore the way he specifically emphasized that he doesn't have to like him to have respect for him. Also that he clearly doesn't want Sonic dead any less and still hates and curses him just as much, as he always still tries to hurt and kill him and has celebrated and taken great joy and amusement in him being hurt and assumed to be dead. Even as recent as Frontiers!

So yeah the "Eggman is secretly a wholesome caring dad to Sonic and doesn't really want to hurt or kill him" is still a huge misunderstanding of his character. And the way that Eggman can have respect for him and recognize and praise his strengths but also hate his guts and want him dead at the same time is actually way more complex and interesting than that nonsensical oversimplification of it.

But anyway yeah I had to put this bio here because seeing it say what I'm saying all the time makes me so happyyy 🥰��

#dr eggman #eggman #dr. eggman #dr robotnik #sonic frontiers #analysis #my post #eggman is evil

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deathbxnny · 2 years ago

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Am off work and had an idea for Yanqing. Based off my favorite Lizzie scene from Black Butler: Book of Atlantic.

It’s shown in his character quest that he’s a little quick to jump to conclusions. He assumed Jingliu was blind because she wore a blindfold. So imagine him with an S/O that he assumes can’t fight because he’s never seen them in a fight. He doesn’t mind protecting them, but he can get worried when he’s away from them for extended periods of time.

His s/o is the sweetest person and a pacifist. They do everything they can to avoid fights, be it talking or just letting the other person do their thing. S/o is not a confrontational person.

So, naturally, Yanqing assumed they couldn’t fight.

This idea scares him when he gets captured for information. When the enemies (Sanctus Medicus) can’t get anything out of him, they try to get his s/o to make him talk.

Everyone just assumes it’ll be easy by Yanqing’s reaction.

Oooooh boy were they wrong.

He and the cultists get a front row seat to s/o kicking ass and taking names.

S/o cries after rescuing Yanqing because they think he’d hate them for the “ugly” abilities they had.

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A/N: 12 year old me is screaming at this request rn lmaoo. It's been so long since I've seen anyone mention anything Black butler related, so thank you for this request!<33

Content: Established relationship, fluff, mentions of battle, mentions if kidnapping, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing always loved how much of a pacifist you were. You never caused any trouble and always advocated for peace, even when people wronged you. You never lashed out, never got violent. You were just so calm and collected, it made Yanqing want to protect you at all times, so that no one would ever dare hurt you. You needed to be protected anyways after all. How could you possibly defend yourself on your own?

That alone however made him worried the moment you two were Kidnapped by the crazy cultists. He could handle himself just fine, but he also didn't want to put you in danger by fighting back. He couldn't answer any of the cultists questions anyways, as he couldn't understand them and didn't understand what they wanted from him. Whilst he struggled with dealing with them, you were meanwhile dragged into the room to be questioned too. This angered Yanqing immensely, because he didn't want you to get hurt no matter what.

He tried to get out of his tight restraints to save you, when you decided to finally take this into your own hands. You skillfully fought off the enemies with ease, your moves sharp and precise. Yanqing and some of the cultists next to him were watching you practically beat the hell out of anyone you got your hands on. Eventually, the remaining enemies ran off in panic, realising they've been out matched, as you quickly approach him with worry.

He was absolutely speechless, whilst you hug and cry in his arms, asking him if he found you ugly now that he knew how strong you were. Yanqing snapped out of his amazement then, hugging you back, as he promised that he definitely didn't find you ugly and was in fact even amazed and more in love than he already was with you.

He learned not to jump to conclusions so fast afterwards too and was glad you could protect yourself, even when he wasn't there.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr

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nyplayz · 1 year ago

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our heir - generation two

miloe williams (she/they), 5'9", pansexual.

(tw: passing of a parent)

unlike her father, miloe was born to two parents prepared to love her for the rest of their lives. they provided her with any and every thing she could ever need or want. stability was in their life from the beginning, which is exactly what cyrus wanted to provide for his children.

growing up, miloe was temperamental and hot-headed, quick to jump to conclusions and have explosive emotions. however, their father understood them. he had experienced similar issues when he was a child, and his were worse considering his situation and instability. he helped her learn how to express herself in positive ways, such as writing in her journal, and became the guide he never had. her mother, fatima, however, did not understand her, and they developed a strict family dynamic. although everything fatima did was out of tough love, miloe found themself growing more and more anxious around their mother. yes, they loved her, but wished to do so from a distance.

miloe was always a decent student, remaining on the a-b honor roll for most of elementary school and middle school (except fifth and eighth grade, when she got a couple c's). they never really had a lot of real friends, people they trusted, but had many acquaintances and always had someone to sit with at lunch. she was afraid people would respond the way her mom did when she had emotions she couldn't really handle, so just decided to not get to close. they figured if they didn't get too emotionally involved with anyone, nothing would even provoke such intense emotions in the first place.

a mother-daughter tragedy

during the summer after freshman year of high school, when miloe was only fifteen years old, fatima passed away. they always knew the day would come, and was aware her mother was on the older side of the spectrum. but for any daughter, the loss of their mother is a tough pill to swallow, whether they are close or distant. in addition to no longer having her mother there, their dad was also sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of depression. he loved fatima, and wasn't ready to accept the fact that she had passed away. miloe lost her main support system, and then had to become a support system for her little brother, caleb. now she had to take on the responsibility of consoling him and helping him work through the loss. luckily, he was able to be there for her, too, even at a younger age.

still, it was a lot, and miloe's grades began to slip. she started skipping classes, going to detention, failing tests, and ignoring her homework. she was expelled, making her feel even more lost. who was she? what kind of student did they become? why did they feel like a mother instead of a daughter? and why did it feel like her dad hated her all of a sudden? they developed a strict family dynamic and drifted apart, especially after tonya moved in. how did her dad move on so fast? only three years had passed before he literally fell in love again and had an entire child. did he even ever love her mom?

miloe felt like her world came crashing down.

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aspiration(s): mind and body (child), public enemy (teen +ya).

original traits: active, hot-headed, loyal, dastardly.

discovered trait(s): evil and clumsy.

reward trait(s): top notch infant, high self-esteem, responsible, expelled from high school.

career(s): simfluencer - nano-simfluencer (1), criminal - felonious monk (4).

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children: none.

partner(s): maren celmard (they/them) (currently girlfriend).

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since her mother's passing and being expelled from high school, miloe has become a criminal. she realizes that perhaps it isn't the most admirable carerr choice, but she doesn't care. all they know is they have to be able to take care of her brother and (new) little sister, farah (cyrus' daughter with tonya). they have learned that nothing is permanent, and people are guaranteed to leave. the only person they can control is herself, and they plan on staying for as long as possible.

cyrus has also passed away, which means that one day, farah will end up being miloe and caleb's responsibility. miloe knows that caleb has big dreams, and that he wants to make up for her failures. they want caleb to not have to worry about farah. she wants caleb to be free.

although it is the last thing miloe is worried about, they also have some romance in their life. miloe and maren met in high school and started off as two friends with crushes on each other. they've slowly nurtured their relationship, and milow can confidently say maren is the only person outside of her brother that she truly trusts.

overall, miloe is content with the way their life is going right now. they've reached equilibrium. life isn't great, but it also doesn't suck. what will happen next? milow knows it can't stay too stable for long...

note: i'm going to try to start taking more photos in-game to add to these posts. i feel like it could be more engaging that way because some people prefer just pictures. i just forget because i get so into it.

thank you guys so much for reading! let me know what you think in the comments! sending love. <3

#sims 4 #black simmer #the sims 4 #my sims #ts4 legacy #black sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #nightmare legacy challenge #generation two #queer #lgbtq community #pansexual #black women #lgbt

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paterklatter · 6 months ago

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ok random rant on a platform that probably doesn't even know who ava tyson is, but it's so blatant that people are approaching her twitter history from a transphobic perspective. the transphobic 12 year old mr. beast fans have been praying for her downfall since she came out and of course when this stuff resurfaced everyone ran with it.

first, i hate how yet again i'm going to have to see a bunch of "allies" misgender a trans person because they "deserve it" which is a tendency that does honestly bother me. i see people say "it's fine that i misgender [chris-chan or lily tino or whatever trans person who did something bad], they're making the trans community look bad" but like, does it not click with these people that seeing other trans people get misgendered because they had their right to their gender revoked because it was decided they "deserve it". i know that it hurts me a little whenever i see it, and i can't imagine how much more it has to hurt for trans women, who are usually if not always the group targeted by this behavior.

second, the jump to calling her a pedophile is a little extreme. i will say that, speaking from experience, shadman was unavoidable on the 2019 edgy side of the internet. people would often talk about him or even post his straight up child porn as an edgy punchline. i didn't grasp the gravity of the shit he makes until years later because it was just normal. now, being a loud and open shadman fan, even in 2019, is a very bad thing to have on your record and it is worthy of suspicion but i think we should at least wait for a response before jumping to "pedophile."

now i also am aware that is not the only thing bringing people to the conclusion that she's a pedophile, but as far as i can tell, the message leaks were yet again edgy 2019 internet behavior. i have been in my share of discords and i have seen so many adults who have bad boundaries with minors, sending things like porn or otherwise overtly sexual content as a "joke", and for every one of those people who were genuinely grooming kids, five of them just thought they were being friends and didn't think there was anything weird about it. again, it's weird behavior and worthy of criticism but it's not straight up pedophilia and treating it like it is takes the weight away from, you know, actual pedophiles.

my concerns with the severity of the allegations aside, the fact is people are only approaching it like it's the worst thing ever to happen is only because of transphobia. it comes back to my point about the misgendering, people want any excuse to be openly transphobic as much as they want because "they're a pedophile." the people who are so quick to attack ava are the same people who didn't care when dr. disrespect was like. actually sending shit to kids. people were also quick to catastrophize about sketch, who i want to make clear didn't do like anything wrong, and saying he was a creep for having an only fans while streaming to a largely child fanbase even tho he. you know. went to great lengths to bury his past making porn. these cases are latched on to especially because of the ability to perpetuate the narrative of queer people are sexual predators.

also it's just like. annoying having blatant transphobia blasted in my face and i'm not looking forward to having to see ava tyson shit every time i open tiktok, just like i had homophobia blasted in my face when the sketch stuff happened.

#peter.txt

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

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kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

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jenosdaemi · 3 years ago

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TEASER

I present to you the result of my love for Shawn and NCT. A masterlist of Shawn Mendes playlist!

I have plans of writing stories for all 23 of them. (and potentially more if they ever decided to add new members in NCT 2021) For now, I have 5 stories to tease you with! They will be uploaded sometime next month.

BAD REPUTATION

Upload date: October 11, 2021 (UPLOADED)

Pairing: JENO x female reader, HAECHAN x female reader Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, dark theme Summary: people have judged you for being a single mother at eighteen, they thought of malicious things about your job for having to work from dusk to dawn. All of them are quick to jump to wrong conclusions and as quick to turn a blind eye when you needed help. All except for Jeno. Warnings: teen pregnancy, young single mother, mentions and attempt of su1cid3, death, bullying, spreading false rumors, swearing, mentions of being in a hospital

CRAZY

Upload date: October 18, 2021 (UPLOADED)

Pairing: idol! KUN x female reader Genre: angst, fluff Summary: Kun believed he did not need anyone apart from himself and pushed everyone who tries to help him during challenging times. Then you came, a stubborn stylist that fell in love with an idol.

Warnings: language, self-esteem issues, self-pitying, Kun obsessed with popularity ranking, WayV expressing tough love

MEMORIES

Upload date: October 25, 2021 (UPLOADED)

Pairing: JAEHYUN x female reader Genre: angst, fluff Summary: You have a perfect love story and a perfect relationship that many people envied. Jaehyun and you shared a love that is so pure it leaves no space for hate and anger. But read it again, there is no perfect love story, is there?

Warnings: character death(s), pregnancy, suggestive content at one (if not some) point, languge

STRINGS

Upload date: November 1, 2021 (UPLOADED)

Pairing: JISUNG x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, childhood-best-friends-to-lovers au Summary: Your friendship with Jisung has always been innocent, fun and youthful, but as you grow older you find yourself falling in love with your best friend. Warnings: language, calling someone dumb, jisung being a little slow (not stupid), reader calling itself delusional

ACT LIKE YOU LOVE ME

Upload date: November 8, 2021 (UPLOADED)

Pairing: TAEYONG x female reader Genre: angst, smut, fluff, cheating Summary: How could he live knowing that he will not hear his name from you anymore? How is he going to make it without you by his side? Is he ever going to find someone who could love him as much as you did? But among all questions running in Taeyong's head, one stood out the most. Does he love you enough to let you go? Warnings: language, cheating, unprotected sex (practice safe sex please use protection), pull-out, oral (female receiver), toxic relationship, taeyong is a fucking dickhead here

I have yet to decide when to upload these stories because first, I don't even know if someone's going to read them and second, I wanted to upload them once I finished writing the next batch of this playlist (maybe in a few weeks) In the meantime, please stay tuned!!

also!!! the warnings aren't final yet, i may add more if i find more.

im thinking of making a taglist so please let me know if you're interested. thanks!

last updated: 20211224

DISC TWO (next page) ➡

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urwelcomeforthis · 3 years ago

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Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp

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shinobusupremecy · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can you do Shinobu with a gn reader that hates sun/light in general and is very lazy but is very strong(actually stronger than her)?

Shinobu x gn!reader

A/N: That’s really an interesting request! Thank you very much for the request and come again if you wish

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I forgot to post this…alot. This not proofread either.

🦋- Shinobu kinda thought you were a demon at first or your behaviour was more of a demon

🦋- You didn’t like the sun nor light. You often kept yourself inside your own room, full of darkness

🦋- Shinobu always thought you were a bit odd but she never asked

🦋- Sometimes she wonder how you can navigate through your room in darkness everyday

🦋- One thing she did notice was that you were lazy

🦋- She didn’t like you being lazy. She rarely saw you train and if someone asked you to do it you gave a pretty childish answer as Shinobu would quote it as. “Alright, I’ll do it later”

🦋- Everyime Shinobu opened your room she only saw you on your bed laying or sitting on it or you’re asleep

🦋- You barely ever trained and usually skipped the rehabilitation trainings

🦋- Shinobu became quick to dislike you for your lazyness

🦋- She became happy when you were healed and left

🦋- She did not become happy however when she was paired on a mission with you

🦋- You had a hat that blocked out sunlight from reaching you

🦋- While you two were walking to your destination she wanted to make one thing clear

🦋- “Listen here, I only took you on a mission because the master oredered me too. If it was any other person I would decline. I don’t want any lazy people dragging me down so please just let me do the job” You looked at her before yawning a bit

🦋- “I’m tired. Do we have to go to the mission?” Shinobu was about to strangle you for your dumb question

🦋- Shinobu learned however that you were pretty strong and not so lazy on missions at least

🦋- She was quick to realize you were even stronger than her

🦋- You were on a pillar level!

🦋- After the mission Shinobu decided to confront you

🦋- “Ok, I may have jumped into conclusions about you too quickly. I see that you’re very strong and you’re even on a pillar level so I wonder why aren’t you a pillar?” Your answer is what Shinobu should’ve excpected

🦋- “I rather not become a pillar, too much work” And so you left it at that

🦋- Shinobu never thought she would catch feelings for some lazy person like you but she did

🦋- When Shinobu confessed to you she just hoped that you weren’t too lazy to reject her

🦋- Now that you two are a thing Shinobu doesn’t resent your lazzyness as much but she will still try to work you up a bit

🦋- She realized that your vision in the dark was extremely good and that became extremely useful when you two got into a sticky situation for an example you two got stuck in a big pitch black cave. Thanks to you, you both got out safely

🦋- One thing that is for sure that her insecurity of being weak will surrface. You’re lazy and still stronger than her? She’s working and training her ass off every day just to be stronger but you’re already stronger than her and barely even try

🦋- She won’t be so vocal about this since that’s a sensitive nerve for her but if you catch onto it please comfort her

🦋- Shinobu would give you nicknames like bat or vampire

🦋- Your dates would just be at night since you hate sunlight or light in general

🦋- If you two wanna eat together then you two are gonna eat in your dark room

🦋- Overall Shinobu would do whatever makes you comfortable with eating in your dark room or having late night dates. She will come to accept your lazyness but sometimes she thinks you should work it up a bit

#🦋eli writes #kny #kny x you #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer shinobu #shinobu #shinobu kochou #shinobu kochō #shinobu x reader #shinobu x you #shinobu x y/n

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shirakumos-sandwich-shop · 3 years ago

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🍂Zhongli x fem reader 🍂

🍂Single Dad, modern au. 🍂

Feat. Xiao as a kid cause why not.

(Idk why I wrote this, let me just die of embarrassment while I post it anyway.)

“Did you have a good day at school Xiao?” You asked the tiny four year old.

“No.” He said bluntly.

“Why not? Did something happen?” You crouched down to his level.

“Ajax was mean to me again.” The little one whimpered. “He said my hair was stupid.”

You made a mental note to tell the child’s father once he got home.

“That’s not nice of him.” You tousled the boy’s colorful locks. “Don’t listen to him, your hair is perfect.”

“You think so?” He gave you big round golden puppy eyes that made your heart melt.

“Yes of course I do!” He smiled at your words. His little arms held out asking for you to pick him up. You scooped him into your arms and carried him off to the car. He was tiny but still heavy.

“Y/n?” He questioned.

“Yes Xiao?” You smiled.

“Why doesn’t daddy pick me up from school?” He said sadly.

“Your daddy has to work.”

“Oh…” the little one sighed. “Why does daddy work so much?”

“He has a very important job.” You answered.

You got to the car and buckled him into the car seat.

“Ajax said my dad works for dead people! Is that true?”

“What?” It took you a second to realize he meant the funeral parlor. “No sweetie, he doesn’t work for dead people.” You didn’t want to traumatize him with the details at such a young age.

You got into the driver's seat and drove out of the school parking lot. He was quiet all the way home and just stared out the window. After a short drive you pulled into the driveway of the large house. You let Xiao out of his car seat and he held his arms out to you to be held. He certainly was a clingy child. You carried him through the quiet house to the living room and set him down.

“I’m gonna make you a snack, is there anything you want?” You asked him.

“Almond tofu!” He exclaimed.

“You can’t have that for every meal, Xiao.” You chided.

“Oh..” he thought hard. “Apples then… but can I have just a bite of almond tofu?” He persisted.

“Would you rather have some now or save it till dessert? Cause I know you’ll ask for it again after dinner.”

“Fine… I’ll wait.” He sighed.

You patted his head and went to fix him a plate of sliced apples, you added some crackers and juice for good measure and brought it to him. He nibbled on the snacks happily and then decided it was time to color.

Time went on like this till nightfall. Xiao drew a dragon that he wanted to give to his dad. He was really just the cutest. You checked the clock, Xiao’s father should be back soon. It was getting late and Xiao was getting peckish again so you decided to get dinner ready for them so they could eat when he came back from work. You went to the kitchen and started preparing a good meal of chicken, rice, and vegetables.

“What about almond tofu?” The persistent child asked.

“I’ll do that next.” You calmed him. You went ahead and got started on the dessert so it would be ready later. Cooking wasn’t really required in your job description but you did it once in a while. The boy’s father always seemed to be so tired when he got back.

You heard the door open and Xiao scrambled to run to the door.

“Daddy!” You heard his exclaim from the other room. “Look what y/n helped me draw today!”

“That’s amazing!” You heard him reply. “Let’s go put it on the fridge!”

Zhongli entered the kitchen with his son dragging him by the hand. He looked very tired but tried to be energetic for his excited child.

“Hello, y/n.” Zhongli said softly.

“Hello, I went ahead and made dinner for you.”

“Oh you didn’t have to..”

“It’s okay, I wanted to. There is enough for leftovers. Let me just finish Xiao’s favorite and I’ll be on my way.”

“Would you just like to stay for dinner?” He asked.

“Oh no I couldn’t impose.” You blushed nervously.

“You're not imposing, you made the dinner after all.” He smiled at you awkwardly. “We’d love to have you stay, right Xiao?”

The little one jumped up and down and ran to hug your leg.

“Please stay, y/n.” He gave you the irresistible puppy eyes again.

“Of course, I’ll stay. I can’t say no to you.” You ruffled his colorful hair.

Zhongli smiled to himself while he witnessed the interaction. No one had been able to get Xiao to open up like you had. He used to be such a quiet child until you came along. Maybe it was just his imagination but he felt that you were having a similar effect on him as well.

You felt a bit awkward at dinner, Zhongli had never invited you to stay before. Your crush on him was driving you crazy, thinking of all the reasons he could have asked you to stay. You were just Xiao’s nanny so you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. Throughout dinner Zhongli grew more comfortable as the evening continued. It felt natural having the three of you there together. He wondered as he always did when he saw you, if you might be the answer he was looking for. Xiao had always been begging him for a mother. Zhongli wanted to make him happy, he tried to go on dates but no one seemed to fit. No one except you. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered asking you out, but every time he considered saying something it didn’t seem like the right time.

“Y/n! Come read bedtime story!” Xiao was already dragging you off by the hand to his room. Zhongli cleaned up the dishes and then followed you to the boy’s room. It would be a difficult task getting you out of Xiao’s clutches so you could go home and get some rest. He was also feeling the fatigue of the day and felt like he could fall asleep any second. He found the pair in Xiao’s room looking at books. The little boy already had a stack of all his favorites that he wanted to read with you. The little one looked up happily at his father when he entered the room.

“Xiao, I’m sure y/n needs to get home and rest. Why don’t you save the books for another time?” Zhongli told the boy.

Xiao’s eyes widened and nearly teared up. He looked at you for confirmation.

“Y/n? You don’t have to leave yet do you?” The little one whimpered. He gave you the adorable puppy eyes once again.

“I can read one book with you.” you looked up at Zhongli. “Is that okay? I’d hate to disappoint him, he’s so excited.” Zhongli smiled at you and wondered how he could possibly deserve someone like you.

“As long as your not too tired.” He agreed.

Xiao looked at his bed skeptically. It was not big enough for all three of you. He was accustomed to his father laying on his bed with him while being read to. With you there now there was simply not enough room. He came to a quick conclusion on how to fix the problem and grabbed onto both your hand and Zhongli’s and led you off to his father’s room. He climbed up on the big bed and waited expectantly. You blushed at the idea of even just sitting on his bed. Zhongli had similar thoughts and looked away awkwardly. Xiao had already opened the book and was sitting there expectantly. Neither of you wanted to disappoint him so you went and sat on either side of the child.

Xiao nestled into the crook of your arm and gave you the book to read. As you started reading you felt yourself get more comfortable and sleepy. You were so sleepy you became unaware of Zhongli’s arm behind your shoulders or the adoring glances he gave you.

Zhongli was drifting off as well, it had been a long day for him. And now with you leaning against him and quieting his mind with the story you were reading he felt at peace. Your head fell onto his shoulder and he sleepily pulled you closer. The scent of your hair was the last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep. Xiao stood up on his tiny legs and patted your head and then Zhongli’s.

“Lumine said that only mommies and daddies sleep in the same bed..” his little brain tried to work out what this meant. He climbed off the bed and jumped on his own bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Zhongli woke to find you cuddled against his chest with his arms around you. He gently tucked your now messy hair out of your face and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped when you saw who you were snuggled against and jerked back from his touch.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I should go.” You scrambled out of bed and made for the door.

“Y/n wait!” He jumped up and hugged you from behind. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “Y/n, I really like you.”

You twisted around in his arms to look at him.

“I like you too Zhongli.”

He smiled softly at your words and looked at your lips. You melted into his arms as he leaned down to kiss you. It was short, sweet, and perfect. He pulled away and gave you an unusually mischievous look. You squealed as he scooped you up and carried you back to the bed. He peppered you with kisses and held you close. You snuggled against him as he pulled the bed covers up over you.

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have work. Want to stay here for a while?”

You nodded at his request and pressed a kiss to his lips. At this moment Xiao came in search of the two of you. He climbed up on the bed and you gasped in surprise. He bounced his way into your arms and giggled. The little boy snuggled between you and Zhongli.

“Does this mean you’re my mommy now?” He asked seriously. You blushed furiously but Zhongli just looked at you happily.

“I hope so.” He told his son.

You blushed even harder and hid yourself in his chest. And so the three of you cuddled in bed until Xiao announced he wanted breakfast.

#zhongli x y/n #zhongli fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #xiao headcanons #genshin impact fanfiction #modern au #help me why did I write this #fluff #genshin fluff

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blzzrdstryr · 4 years ago

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Galatea

Yandere(?) Albedo x gn!reader

Wordcount: 2410

CW: Panic attacks, hallucinations, slight dehumanization.

...and his creation was so beautiful: silent and non judgemental, pure and demure, it would endure any of his whims of love and passion.

Albedo looks calm as usual as he scoops the honey from the beehive, even though he doesn’t wear any protection; Bees are angrily buzzing nearby, but otherwise not attacking him. It would look strange to you if you didn’t know the answer: insects are not real. The alchemist created them, turning pure slabs of carbon, water and organic matter into tiny fuzzy bodies, as you watched the scene with wide eyes, one moment and a non-living becomes living. He commented on the whole process and while you tried your best to listen to him there were so many scientific terms and jargons in his speech that after some time you zoned out, preferring to observe the birth of insects instead.

There are bones and flesh and organs growing and fusing together. They writhe and convulse as blood starts to fill them. Whose body is it?

“Is this for examination too?”, you remember that Albedo was collecting honey several days ago, albeit in much lesser quantities, and when you asked what the alchemist was doing, he said it was for comparative analysis.

“Well, you could say that” alchemist looks at the full jar and closes the lid, “Previous analysis showed that this honey has the same compounds as the natural one in the same proportions and isn’t dangerous for consumption”. You nod, urging him to continue - even though Albedo isn’t the chattiest person, you noticed how talkative he becomes when you ask him for explanations.

“Smell and taste are usually dependent on the composition, but there is always a place for exceptions, so I decided to conduct another experiment, one that needs your help”

You raise eyebrows - alchemist, despite actually enjoying your company, usually didn’t disclose much of his work :“Is that so? How can I help?”

Small smile appears on his lips, subtle and controlled, “I want you to taste it”. He looks happy.

You have seen that smile long before. You can’t remember where.

You hate sweets, but there's something stopping you from declining. It's bone-deep and chilling, woven into every fiber of your flesh. You can’t get out the needed words, even if you wanted, with your lips somehow shutting tight at the mere thought. There's something stopping you from saying "no" to Albedo and you assume it's gratitude.

***

The honey turns out to be as sickly sweet as the one from the real bees. You frown, as you take another sip of tea, trying to wash down the saccharine taste from the tongue. Albedo sits in front of you and scribes something in his notebook, throwing occasional glances at you from time to time.

“It seems that we’ll need to keep this secret from Klee” you muse, no longer tasting the nectar on your tongue.

“Why so?” he asks, still writing - his handwriting is too small for you to see from this distance. You could stretch your neck to have a better glimpse, but it would be rude to do, so you refrain, curiosity still nipping at you.

“Well, you know what a big sweet tooth she is, and if she learns that your bees don’t sting...”

“But they do sting, just not me”.

“Why?”

“Bees were created with my will, so they just can’t. It’s against the nature of alchemical creation to oppose its creator”

You hum, processing the new information and guessing how far he would teach you that in your own alchemy lessons. You are far behind Sucrose or Timaeus in your studies, still stuck on basics, but Kreideprinz doesn't look displeased or bored with you. In contrast, mentoring you is something he really likes, judging by the rare smiles he allows himself to show. He proposed to teach you one day and you couldn't find it in yourself to turn him down.

You thought it was strange at first how the recluse seemed to favour you, but then as you familiarized yourself with a man you realized that he liked all things unseen and unheard before and your selective amnesia must be the one.

There are large gaps in your memory, but you can remember some small moments - peeking into a cave and plunging deeper into a forest out of curiosity, spending hours in the library, completely captivated by the book before you, feeling satisfied from finally solving an advanced math problem.

None of the memories include people.

It's an identity forming memories, Albedo theorized when you shared your concerns, experiences shape who we are, [First], and maybe that's why you retained them, they define you.

Were you as reclusive as him then?

A bit later you see what Albedo was drawing: a familiar bird and decapitated head. You are disturbed - how does he know my dreams?

***

Mondstadtians are weird, it’s the first time you leave Albedo’s lab and side, deciding to take a quick stroll around the city and look around. Some look at you with wide eyes, as if you just grew a second head before their eyes, some shamelessly whisper things to each other.

The knight that was assigned to look after you for the duration of the walk is no better than them. He also treats you like some sort of oddity, with all that persistent glances and hesitancy to interact with you.

What kind of person old you were to prompt such a reaction?

Walking along the streets of the city you can't remember any of it. Books that mentioned amnesia and other memory related issues stated that visiting once familiar places can help with overall recollection. Walking along the streets of the city you can't recollect any of it, memories slipping past your fingers like water.

You can’t remember the blue cloudless sky above, or the deep clear lake of the same shade or the gentlest breezes playing with your hair. You can’t recall the bright red roof tiles, or the giant windmills that dwarf other buildings, or the statue of the anemo archont overseeing the city. You can't think of once being among the other idle citizens, of praying and worshipping Barbatos, of participating in the windtrace or Ludi Harpastum. There’s emptiness where a familiarity should be, a dull ache rotting and festering at the back of your mind - I don’t belong here, I never did.

You don’t feel like a part of Mondstadt, not even a single part of you does. There’s an invisible yet unbreakable wall separating you from other people. You can smile and chat and be all polite and nice, yet there’s always a certain coldness and caution others treat you with. You want to be both accepted and left alone, feel loved yet be distant enough to avoid any emotional hurt.

Of course, there are people who managed to get close to you - Albedo and Klee, with the former one being your official caretaker and mentor and the latter being as bright as the Sun, you doubt there’s anyone that couldn’t fall under little girl’s charms, except acting Grandmaster Jean.

That must be why you act so warm towards them, why you decide to bare your soul and feelings towards them, no matter how scary it can be. That’s why you play with Klee, engaging her in less destructive entertainment than the fish blasting and that is why you never refuse Albedo in any of his requests, be it a quick walk on a sunny day or assistance in his experiments.

***

A familiar dream.

You see a giant owl, it's yellow eyes piercing right through you. It's a majestic creature, with snow white fluffy feathers and razor sharp talons. Bird looks at you with all knowing eyes, and then spreads its wings, soundlessly flying in your direction. You dodge it, still marvelling at its grace, as the bird continues its way to the giant head laying behind you.

You turn back still tracing the bird's flight, eyes then turning to the bodiless head. It has the face of an aged man with wise eyes, it's lips move silently chanting. There's something hypnotizing in the chant - listen to me and you will now, listen to me and I will tell you, listen to me and you will learn things that he doesn’t want you to know.

You take a step, hand outstretched to touch it. It burns your skin, and the world around you darkens, all sounds stop and soon enough darkness consumes the bodiless head too, leaving you all alone.

A memory comes.

You're absolutely naked and shivering with Albedo hovering above you. He says something but you can’t understand the words, liquid(?) in your eyes and ears. You hear Sucrose and Timaeus in the background too and how excited they sound.

You turn your head, catching the sight of slabs of pure carbon, bottles of water, pieces of lime and ammonia solution and the rest of organic and inorganic matter lying around you.

There are no thoughts and feelings - you are nothing but an empty vessel that needs to be filled.

"Timaeus, bring the blanket" It's Albedo's voice, “Sucrose, check.. [First]’s temperature. I will observe them”

“[First]?”

“It’s a fitting name”

The memory ends. You wake up.

***

You wake up to Albedo sitting near your bed. It's not a rare occurrence with him frequently checking up on your health, but the memories of previous dreams make you almost jump when you see his silhouette again.

"Uhm, hello?" you still sound husky from sleep.

"Apologies for coming here, I heard your whimpers and decided to check if everything was alright". His face looks as impassive as ever, but there's a concerned tone in his voice. He must be extremely worried then.

"I..” you start but then trail off, unsure what to say. Is the revelation that you dreamt even true? Aside from the strange coincidence and sense of isolation that loomed over you, becoming a bit unbearable with each day, you had nothing to prove your nonsensical conclusion: you are not real.

“I saw a dream, of me lying among the lime and carbon and water” Albedo gives you an intense stare, eyes and expression completely unreadable: “it wasn’t just a dream, was it?”

A moment passes and then another and you feel even more stupid with each second to just come to that conclusion, not to mention saying it outloud. And then the most unexpected thing happens: Albedo nods.

“Yes, yes it happened to you” he suddenly sounds tired, as if he admitted a dark, dark secret, that it arguably is. A shock goes through you, as you start to gasp for air - it’s one thing to speculate and guess, it’s completely different to hear a confirmation.

You can’t exactly remember what happens next - you think you broke down right there and then, as alchemist awkwardly tried to comfort you. He was explaining how and why he created you - he thought that your creation would give him answers he was looking for, solve his internal conflict, and then he started to wonder how different artificial life is from the natural one and that’s why he decided to give you memories.

It was hard at first, he says, to push back the existing ones back and replace them with new. Make you believe that you were born too. Memories were his favourite thing to do, he had a theory you see, that people are majorly products of their environment, and he wanted to prove that with you. That’s why he decided to mold you into a person with traits he usually finds valuable.

In the end you found yourself nursing a hot tea mug with a few drops of calming concoction dissolved in it. Albedo is lingering around in his own disquieted fashion, as you rethink your whole life - can it even be called a life anymore?

You glance at the alchemist fretting around you, frowning, and unsure what to do, the warmth and happiness you felt upon seeing him replaced by disappointment and confusion. Albedo isn't the one who you thought him to be, Archons, you're not the one who you thought yourself to be!

Suddenly the way all others interacted you became crystal clear - they treated you like oddity because you were one. You remember Klee and how she always seemed to love calling you her "bestest special friend". No way they don't know of your origin. No way they will ever treat you like a person.

There's an ache when you think about Klee also turning away from you; She is a sunshine personified right now, spreading her kindness and enthusiasm without even trying, but who knows what will happen once she grows up, will she have a problem with her peers because of you, or she'll adopt the general public's opinion of you? The thought is almost enough to send you into a crying fit again. You want to run far away.

"I want to travel" you finally say, there's no way you can integrate into society when everyone knows what you are and will always see it before who you are. You want to run away and start anew somewhere far, so the rumors will never reach that place and no one will look at you with that wide eyed stare again. You say what you think about this whole situation.

"Please, don't" he says and you of course stop, legs no longer listening to you, "I understand you are distressed right now, but running away isn't the solution"

"But I will never be able to truly connect with anyone, they know it, of my birth, right? The whole city knows about it, right?"

"I know that you want to feel loved, I… We are the same - before your creation I felt the same loneliness, I couldn't bond with anyone save for Klee, but interacting with you was far more pleasant than expected. Relationships are needlessly tiring and I never understood why people focused on them so much, yet now, looking at you I can understand them. I love you, [First], you are perfect".

You still again, now stunted by his words and sudden love confession. It's all so sudden and strange and confusing and you are too tired and too shocked to deal with this, so you decide to distance yourself. "I can't love you in return"

"But you will"

"Why do you think that?"

"It's against your nature to oppose me in anything"

Note: Galatea is an ivory statue created by Pygmalion, who later fell in love with it. The head in reader's dream is decapitated Mimir, a figure in Norse mythology who is known for his knowledge and wisdom. His decapitated head was reciting secret knowledge and giving counsel to Odin.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere albedo x reader #Yandere Albedo #Yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #Yandere #Albedo #Yandere x reader #Honestly it's not very yandere #My sleeping pills don't work again #my writing

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eliemo · 4 years ago

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Love Our Way

Summary: Virgil knew he should have said something right there. But he didn’t, because he knew that would be the end.

Notes: Ace Virgil fic with romantic LAMP

TWs: Mentions of sex but no details. A little bit of internalized acephobia but barely, Virgil just has negative self esteem.

They’d been together a few months now and it had been, without a doubt, the best few months of Virgil’s life.

It’d been a bit nerve wracking in the beginning, those first couple of weeks, as excited and thrilled as he was, Virgil had been extra paranoid about doing something wrong, about giving them any reason to lose feelings for him.

He honestly hadn’t thought it could work at first. Relationships rarely worked out with two people, let alone four. Eventually they would fight, or lose feelings, or decide it was all too complicated. And things would get awkward and they could all end up hating each other and who knew what it would do to Thomas if they could no longer stand to be in the same room—

But they didn’t. By some miracle, that never happened.

Things were...things were perfect, as scared as Virgil had been to use the word. They’d been amazing ever since the anxious side was allowed to join their family, the love and warmth a wonderful kind of overwhelming he’d never felt before, but actually dating the people he loved more than anything, no longer needing to be afraid to express his feelings…

It was more than he’d ever thought he would get. More than he ever thought could be possible. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it was real.

They fit together like puzzle pieces, making each other stronger, pushing each other to be better, gentle and encouraging, coexisting in peaceful harmony.

Virgil had never felt so welcomed, so surrounded by unconditional support and affection. They showed him just how much he had to offer. For the first time he’d actually felt like he wasn’t just a burden.

It was hard, especially when it took a while to convince himself that he wasn’t invited into the relationship out of convenience, but because they actually wanted him.

But they loved him. He knew that now. They all loved each other, flaws and all.

And, well...Virgil should have known it wouldn't last forever.

Not for him. Because...because that was just the way things were, wasn’t it? He’d made progress, he wasn’t the bad guy anymore, but he was still Anxiety. Things were just destined to go wrong.

He really hadn’t given a single thought. It never crossed his mind as something that could ever be a problem, even when they had initially gotten together. No one else seemed intent on bringing it up, so Virgil had figured they never would.

But then it had. Logan had brought the topic up about a week ago, somewhat awkward but still painfully casual, the conversation simply to discuss everyone’s level of comfort when it came to intimacy.

Which...yeah, Virgil guessed it made sense. They were dating, the four of them happy and comfortable with their relationship, and had been for months now. So obviously sex was going to get brought up eventually. Boundaries needed to be set before...anything actually happened. It was routine for a healthy relationship.

Except Virgil hadn’t actually thought they would ever talk about it. Because he’d known for a long time that he was asexual and he’d just...kind of assumed the others were too.

Which in retrospect, was a stupid conclusion to jump to.

Virgil had known for years now, long before befriending the others. It had taken him a while to be sure, lots of research and panic and overthinking, but he’d eventually grown comfortable with the label. It was just another part of who he was.

But he’d also never really understood why. Thomas wasn’t asexual so it didn’t make any sense for Virgil to have a separate identity.

Unless it was just something all the sides experienced, none of them able to feel that kind of attraction.

But he’d never actually gotten around to asking. No one brought it up, and before the...development in their relationship it never seemed like something that would be an issue. So he’d just assumed, and ran with it.

But clearly that wasn’t the case. Not when Roman and Patton were responding to Logan’s question with varying levels of eagerness and approval, comfortable and willing to take the next step when they were all ready.

And Virgil knew he should have said something right there. They had given him the perfect opportunity to come out, quick and easy, and avoid anything uncomfortable in the future.

But he didn’t. Because...because that would be the end, wouldn’t it?

They would be sweet about it, of course. Thank him for being honest. But if he was the only one who didn’t want that...well, what was the point of him being a part of things?

It was a cruel thing to assume, he knew that. None of them were shallow enough to see sex as something necessary, and he knew they would never force him into anything.

But...but he already offered so little. They already had to jump through so many hoops to accommodate his anxiety, and it wasn’t like he was particularly loving or good at romance, as hard as he tried. As loving and amazing as they were, this could simply be the final straw.

He wanted to be with them. He wanted them in every other way. He loved them more than anything. But he wouldn’t fight it when they ended up distancing themselves from him.

Virgil just wasn’t ready for that heartbreak yet. So he plastered on a fake smile, and nodded along with the others.

He’d tell them tomorrow. The longer he waited, the worse it would be.

“Movie night!” Patton declared, skipping into the living room where Virgil was scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “And don’t think you’re getting out of it this time, Virge!”

Virgil tried to ignore the way his stomach twisted at the phrasing, swallowing against rising panic and sending Patton a smile. It was just movie night, same as every Friday.

It had been two weeks now, and he still hadn’t told them. He’d managed to avoid last week’s movie night with the excuse of an upset stomach, desperately trying not to think about what they could be doing without him.

And now...now he’d have to tell. They’d already be upset he waited this long, he couldn’t put it off any longer.

Besides, they’d all be in the same bed all night, as they often were, relaxed and happy and enjoying each other’s company. They wouldn’t ever force him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, even if they wanted nothing to do with him after he came out.

He’d lied, after all. He should have told them right away.

“I'll be right there,” he said, forcing a smile as Patton made his way upstairs to his bedroom where the others were likely waiting. “Just...give me a second.”

This was it, then. Hopefully afterwards, it wouldn’t be too awkward. Hopefully they would still be willing to keep him around as a friend.

They were all waiting for him by the time he made it to Roman’s room, the three of them sprawled out on the bed in a pile of laughs and smiles, and Virgil’s heart felt like it was trying to break through his chest.

He loved them so much. He wanted nothing more than to forget all of this and be held in their arms, content and warm until the sun came up.

But putting it off wasn’t fair to them. And it wasn’t fair to him either.

“Virgil!” Roman exclaimed, and Virgil felt lightheaded at the fond, excited looks he was being given. “Come help us choose a movie!”

He almost chickened out again, just for a second. But he couldn’t panic. Not until it was out in the open and he could deal with the consequences.

After tonight, he could very well end up alone again. Isolated like a villain.

Why did he have to keep turning out to be different? Why was he always meant to end up alone?

“In a second,” he said, stopping just inside the doorway. “I...I need to say something first, if that’s ok.”

Their smiles dropped slightly, but their gentle, welcoming expressions never wavered. The three of them sat up in bed, scooting forward as Patton nodded.

“Of course, honey,” he said. “What’s on your mind?”

He was actually doing this. He just...had to figure out how to start.

Virgil took a breath and stuffed his hands in his pockets to hide how they’d begun to shake. “Just to- just to get it out there to make it easier for you guys...I- I get it if you want to break up with me after this.”

That got their attention, their heads snapping up with wide, wary eyes. Virgil couldn’t quite bring himself to look at them anymore.

“I’m just saying,” he muttered, and god he was shaking so bad. “I’ll understand.”

The silence only stretched on another few seconds before Logan cleared his throat. “We’re listening, Virgil.”

Ok. Ok he could do this. He...really should have planned out what he was going to say first.

“I should have told you right away,” he started. “I know I should have. It’s not fair to you guys and I’m...I’m really sorry that I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to...to lie or- or lead you on or anything, I just...love you guys. A lot. I’ve loved being with you and I wasn’t ready to...you know...ruin that.”

“Virge? What...what did you do, darling?”

It was passed off as a joke, the Prince forcing a small smile, but there was serious concern behind it.

Virgil quickly shook his head. “It’s not...I didn’t realize that it would be, you know, an issue. But you guys want...you want someone who’s not...me. Because- because I’m…”

Say it, just say it.

“I’m asexual. And you guys...I shouldn’t have kept that from you. I’m sorry. I’m just...sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

And that was...it. That was it. They knew now.

They knew, and they could react how they wanted. If they were angry, Virgil wouldn’t blame him. If they were disgusted and demanded he leave...Virgil wouldn’t fight it, no matter how badly it hurt.

He knew them better than to truly assume that would be the case, but the thought was still there.

Furious or not, there was no way they’d trust him enough to keep him in the relationship.

But he had to hold it together until the end of the conversation. He’d escape as soon as they let him, and then...and then he’d readjust to being alone.

Unfortunately, none of them seemed particularly inclined to answer, the silence stretching on a moment too long. He risked a glance up from the floor, hunching his shoulders when he caught Logan’s eye.

“Virgil,” the logical side said. “Come sit down, please.”

He quickly shook his head, taking a step back. He didn’t need a long, drawn out ending to this. He wouldn’t be able to hold it together that long.

“You...you guys don’t have to--”

“Virgil,” Patton cut him off, scooting aside to make room. “Come over here and talk to us.”

And he’d never be able to deny Patton anything, would he? Not when he sounded so desperate.

Virgil moved forward on shaky legs, focusing solely on his breathing to keep himself from crying, ending up seated in between Patton and Logan, Roman pressed up against the moral side.

“This doesn’t need to be a conversation,” he said, just wanting to get out. “I...I said I would understand.”

Virgil jumped when there was a hand against his cheek, Logan suddenly cupping his jaw and turning his head until they were face to face, the logical side’s eyes piercing behind his glasses.

“Virgil,” Logan started, sounding almost breathless. “How...on earth could you think this would end in a break up?”

Virgil blinked, wondering if this was some kind of trick question. “What? I don’t--”

“Darling,” Roman said, and the Prince was suddenly scooting over to sit in front of Virgil, the three of them surrounding him. “You thought we would leave if you came out as Ace?”

Virgil shook his head because no, that...that wasn’t the problem. Not entirely, anyway. “It’s not...guys I lied. You asked me to be in a relationship with you and I didn’t say anything.”

“You did not lie,” Logan said, never dropping his hand from Virgil’s face. “You just were not ready to come out yet. You and I both know there is a substantial difference.”

There was a hand suddenly slipping into his own, and Virgil startled when he realized it was Patton’s, the moral side’s free hand now running fingers through his hair.

“You weren’t comfortable sharing that part of yourself,” he said. “That’s totally ok, sweetheart. No one’s mad at you. I’m just glad you said something before something...happened.”

Logan’s hand suddenly dropped, his eyes big and painfully worried, and Virgil had to force himself not to look away.

“Virgil,” he said slowly. “You do not...owe us anything. Especially not something like sex. If we made you feel like--”

“What? Jesus- no.” Virgil moved his hand away from Patton, pulling his knees up to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to try to get a hold of himself. “It wasn’t...I just thought...it would be too...t-too much to deal with, you know?”

They weren’t breaking up with him. They weren’t. He’d been stupid to think that. There was no reason he should still be so upset.

He couldn’t make them feel guilty. He couldn’t make them think they’d been the ones to do something wrong when they’d been nothing but perfect. He couldn’t--

“Oh Virgil.”

Too late he realized the tears had started to spill over, his face burning as he pressed a hand against his mouth to try and muffle any treacherous sobs.

There was a pair of arms around him, warm and grounding, and it took Virgil a moment to realize it was Roman, gently guiding him into the embrace. He didn’t fight it, falling limp against the Prince’s chest with a pathetic choking noise.

“S-sorry,” he managed in between sobs. “I’m sorry, I- I don’t know why I’m...I sh-should have told you, I- I thought you’d...I thought you’d run out of reasons to- to want me.”

“We could never,” Roman whispered, holding him tight. Patton moved forward to rub circles along his back, Logan reaching out to squeeze his hand. “You’re beautiful, Virgil. And this doesn’t change a thing.”

It didn’t make sense. None of it made any sense. If one of them had come out, it would be different. But with him...there was already so much to deal with, so much they were forced to handle.

Eventually, it had to get to be too much, right? He’d already figured they’d get fed up with the extra steps they had to take to respect his boundaries, Virgil always a little more wary when it came to being vulnerable.

But they all sounded so...genuine. Princey hadn’t once loosened his hold, still whispering quiet reassurances, Patton was back to running his fingers through Virgil’s hair, pressing kisses to his free hand.

And Logan still held on tight, counting out familiar breathing exercises just loud enough for Virgil to hear, always knowing how to calm him down.

When he finally managed to calm down, taking in deep, shuddering breaths, he reluctantly pulled away from Roman, wiping at his eyes as he stared down at his lap.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I never thought...I wouldn’t have let you guys do anything. I was always gonna tell you eventually I just...kept putting it off.”

“That is quite alright,” Logan said, sounding oddly hesitant. “But I...don’t think I could forgive myself if we had taken the next step without realizing you would not enjoy it.”

Virgil nodded, forcefully pushing down the sickening panic at the thought. “I know. I wouldn’t have let that happen. I promise.”

Patton and Logan both squeezed his hands, Patton tilting forward to press a kiss to his temple before leaning his forehead on Virgil’s shoulder. He allowed himself to lean into the touch, taking another shaky breath before continuing.

“I’m...I am sorry though. If this complicates things.”

Roman cocked his head slightly, frowning. “Complicates things?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, hoping he wasn’t about to refute every wonderful thing that had just been said. “We’re...in a relationship. And you all want...I mean, Roman you’re pretty much all romance, so I know you want--”

He cut himself off, caught completely off guard when Roman started laughing.

“Sorry,” the Prince said quickly, smiling at the exasperated looks Virgil realized the others were giving him. “Sorry, I just...gosh, Virgil can I kiss you?”

Virgil blinked, mind suddenly completely blank. “I...uh, sure?”

True to his word, Roman was suddenly cupping Virgil’s face in both his hands, gently pressing their lips together, and just like always Virgil melted against the touch, completely safe for just a single, blissful moment.

When Roman pulled back, he met Virgil’s gaze, brimming with nothing but adoration and love. “Virgil, darling, you really think I see something as trivial as sex romantic?”

“I mean...yeah?”

“Virgil, I love you. You, not...not what you have to offer. I love seeing you in the mornings, and holding you...I love hearing your voice. I want to cook you dinners and pick you flowers and sing for you. That’s romantic, Virge. Not...not something as small as sex. That’s not what’s important. Not to me.”

“I, for once, am in agreement with Roman,” Logan said. “Sexual intimacy has never been of importance to me. It certainly does not hold enough power to damage our relationship in any way if you do not desire it. And it certainly has no power over my feelings for you.”

Virgil was suddenly dangerously close to crying again. “I--”

“Besides, there is no logical reason for us to engage in sexual intercourse. We are not human, so the need to reproduce does not--”

Roman thankfully cut him off with a kiss, Logan making a noise somewhere between surprise and annoyance, but reciprocated without further complaint.

Patton was suddenly taking both of Virgil’s hands, their fingers laced together, and Virgil suddenly wasn't quite so scared to meet the moral side’s eyes.

“I don’t care about something silly like that,” Patton said. “I just care about you, honey. The four of us being safe and happy and together. If we all just cuddle and tell each other how much we love each other...nothing else could ever make me that happy. So don’t you worry about a thing, ok?”

Virgil wasn’t sure whether he laughed or sobbed, but he was smiling back at Patton, at the people who surrounded him with unconditional love, and he nodded.

“Ok,” he agreed, feeling lighter than he thought he ever had. “Thank you. All of you. I...I love you all. So much.”

Within moments they were all tangled up in each other, the television playing an old comfort movie, Virgil wrapped up in Logan’s arms with his head against Roman’s chest, Patton leaned against his legs.

It was still perfect, and Virgil had a funny feeling it always would be. He loved them, more than anything in the entire world, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind they felt the same way.

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Adam has a special surprise for Kim. A splash of angst with a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 1119

Kim woke up to the sound of her apartment door closing. She walked out to the living room and saw Adam removing his coat and noticed a beautiful bouquet of red and pink roses on the kitchen counter. Without Kim knowing, Adam ordered the flowers weeks ago and had a special night planned for months because he remembered how much she really loved Valentine’s Day deep-down, even though she’d never admit it.

“You got me flowers?” Her question came out with a more surprised tone than she wanted it to.

“Well, I didn't know what to get for my ex, who's also my partner, who’s couch I’ve been sleeping on, and am moving into a new apartment with permanently. There wasn't exactly a manual.”

Kim smiled and responded, “I think it's very appropriate and I really appreciate it, so thank you.” She handed over a bottle of Adam's favorite whiskey she had hidden away in the back of the cupboard because she didn't want to admit she purchased him a gift in case they weren’t on the same page. In a mocking tone, she said, “Now this is what I found to be appropriate for the guy who’s ruined my couch and kept my daughter safe when I couldn't.”

“Ruined? It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sit on before I moved in,” Adam was quick to respond.

Before Kim let herself get too caught up in their friendly banter, she asked, “Adam, what are we doing here?”

“What do you mean?”

She tilted her head to the side, annoyed that he didn’t understand what she was hinting at. “We got each other gifts for a holiday that's meant for two people in a relationship.”

“And your point is?”

“What are we to each other? Other than complicated, I mean.” Kim went to walk out of the kitchen to get ready for work to try and avoid the rest of the conversation early in the morning, even though she was the one who started it.

“Why don't we do something to change that,” he asked slyly.

"Adam, it's too late to back out now. We already signed the lease and I can't afford a three bedroom apartment on my own. Plus Makayla is already so excited." Kim of course jumped to a conclusion with her response when at no point had Adam mentioned moving out and not being there to help with Makayla. She was always trying to find a way out and she hated it, but it was Adam and she should’ve known better.

He rolled his eyes in response. "Kim, I meant us. And if you're ready..." He leaned in to whisper the rest in her ear and she was captivated by his scent and him being super close to her, she almost didn't hear the rest of his sentence. "Dinner. Tonight. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't be late."

Dinner on Valentine's Day she wondered. There was no way he didn't already have reservations which meant he had been planning this for weeks. Now she felt extra guilty she accused him of wanting to move out and have a family with anyone else.

They were both still standing extremely close to each other and neither wanted to separate until they heard a noise in the back bedroom. Makayla walked out and Adam handed her a smaller version of Kim's bouquet and she was so excited. As she hugged Adam, she exclaimed “no one's ever got me flowers before!" He was making Kim's decision very easy at this point to agree to have dinner with him tonight.

Later that night, Makayla and her babysitter, Emma, were helping Kim get ready for her surprise dinner with Adam. The three of them decided on a black mini-dress with a pair of red heels. Kim was finishing up curling her hair in the bathroom when she was presented with a question that made her instantly nervous about the rest of the night.

“So is this a date,” Emma innocently asked.

Before Kim could respond, Makayla interrupted and yelled, “YES!”

Laughter erupted throughout the entire apartment. “Well, I hadn’t thought of it like that, but I guess it is.” It was Adam though and she trusted him more than anything, so her nerves started to calm down.

At 6:55pm, there was a knock on the door. Kim wondered why Adam just didn’t come in the door as he lived here and also had a key, but she assumed he was taking this night seriously and was being a total romantic. After all, it was their first official date with each other since the engagement ended. Makayla ran to the door and he picked her up after she greeted him with a hug. Kim stumbled out of the bedroom as she was still slipping on her heels.

Makayla watched Adam as his eyes caught Kim and he looked at her in awe. "She looks really pretty, right?"

"Yes, she most certainly does," he responded without ever removing his eyes from Kim.

Kim looked up from her heels and almost melted at what she saw. Adam was standing in the doorway in a gray suit and navy tie holding her daughter on his hip. She was getting a good glimpse into her possible future life with their little family and was so thankful that she hadn’t lost it all the previous year.

He let Makayla down and Kim quickly closed the gap between them. It was as if they were both floating on air and no one else was in the room. "Is this worth all those nights you spent apart from me," Adam smirked as he gestured to his suit.

Kim chuckled at his question and nodded as she responded, “I guess I deserve that.”

“I wasn't sure if we'd ever get here again, even with all of my begging.”

"Adam, you know no matter how much time we spent apart, I never stopped loving you." There was almost no space between them now as they were caught up in each other’s eyes.

Emma cleared her throat to remind them that they weren't alone. "You two better get going or you'll be late."

Adam turned to grab Kim's coat and put it around her before she leaned down to give a goodbye hug to Makayla. “Be good for Emma, bud,” Kim nicely requested of her daughter.

“Have fun,” Emma and Makayla yelled in unison after them as they walked down the hall.

By the elevator, Adam asked Kim "I guess you answered my question, but just to be sure, are you ready for this?"

She reached for his hand and confidently answered as she grinned, "yes, yes I am."

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