#like ''oh you'd date someone you don't like romantically? that's cruel'' i don't understand how?

[mishkakagehishka]

Doing the laundry. Realising there's something deeply and inherently wrong with me. Shrugging and continuing to dig around for the Perfect Clothespin. Something something adulting

[worriedvision]

Okay so how about Albedo getting closer to reader in hopes of learning a bit more of romantic social interactions and ques. Once he's a little more confident he tells them truth. I'm excited to see the angst you can come up with 👀

This will have spoilers for the event currently going on in-game, gender neutral reader. Unhappy ending, Albedos quite cold here because of the nature of his actions. I also made him tell the truth through the reader overhearing a conversation... Forgot to remember Albedo was supposed to come to the reader to admit it oopsie

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You're known to be lonely by many citizens of Mondstadt. It was known to you deep down, and the Windblume festival intensified your lonely feeling. Every year, you saw confessions as you would carry out your usual work.

This year was different.

Albedo had approached you, asking for you to walk with him. Usually, you'd think this was some sort of prank. However, you knew that Albedo wasn't exactly the most social person either. You figured it was worth a shot, doing this 'allowing someone to get close to you' thing with him. He was awkward at the start, something you found very relatable, and you formed a comfortable friendship.

He did, however, slowly start to make more moves. Nothing solidly romantic, but from Albedo it certainly suggested something more. Paying for your meals, walking with you when he could, talking to you more often than he would with anyone.

It felt nice, you were letting your walls down. You planned to make more moves, and you were walking by yourself as you thought of what he would like.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Albedo?" You hear an unfamiliar voice ask, clearly not understanding something. "This isn't a normal thing to be doing."

"I say keep going." Another voice chimes in. "If you stop now, it will leave them high and dry if you ask me."

"This is all in the name of research..." Albedo states, you hiding behind a tree to listen in. What research was this about? Was this about you? Nothing was particularly interesting about you.

"I would recommend a bouquet of flowers." You hear the man with tall ears state, looking in your direction for a split second. "I'm sure they will appreciate it. However, I still think this is quite cruel on the person in question. Didn't you call them a non-consensual loner?"

Ouch, that did sound like a way of describing you.

"Well,_ has very low standards due to their lack of companionship. I figured that, given the bar, I would be able to find out more about this." Albedo explains.

The other man glances over, seeing you hiding behind a tree mortified that you heard your own name in that conversation.

"Surely you consider them a worthy lover, given the fact you're still talking to them fondly." The man states.

Albedo shakes his head, and he explains that he had no feelings for you. He was merely gauging your reaction and noting down anything that works.

"How about we talk over a meal about this?" Tighnari asks, giving you a sympathetic look before walking in the opposite direction from you, Albedo and Cyno following.

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The next date Albedo takes you on, he gives you a bouquet of flowers. You can't help but glare at the flowers, tearing up.

"Do you like the flowers, my love?" Albedo asks. Clearly, this was an idea that was not his own. Looking into his eyes, you do not see the love you held for him.

"No, I don't." You respond.

"Oh, is it an allergy? Perhaps I can-"

"Let me guess... you can 'add this to your research notes on how romance works'? Or maybe 'try to find out what flowers I am not allergic to for the purpose of catering gifts to me'?" You state, louder than you expected to come out. People look over, surprised to hear all this.

"Please, my love. Keep your voice down." Albedo jests.

"No, I won't." You stand up, Albedo trying to hold you in his arms to soothe you. "I'm a human being. I heard your conversation with those two last night, they were suggesting ideas for you. You made it clear you do not hold any of these feelings, and I am embarassed that I stupidly let you in." You grit your teeth. "Jot that down in your notes, Albedo. Jot down that faking a relationship and giving someone a false sense of love is cruel and hurtful. Jot down the fact you chose specifically when everyone else has something happy going on to ruin my self-esteem further by faking your feelings."

You storm off, not daring to take a glance back as you go back home to wallow in your own self-pity.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey gives a half smile. He is getting his prize after all, but it’s too short-lived. How can he convince Frisk to do more?*

I think you'll really like it, and then you won't mind being nice to me even after time is up! Flowey winks. You'll change, friend, I promise you.

Besides, you said that while you don't understand physical stuff, you like platonic relationships. You said it right before we started plotting about torturing Noelle. That was also right after I kissed you. You should remember that, don’t you? Heehee... it's the subtleties of what you say that I pay attention to.

I know you'd want a friend one way or another. Even now, you can think of a platonic relationship. I mean, a pair getting nice cream together isn't inherently romantic anyway.

Unless it is...? Flowey scratches his forehead I never really paid attention to how this stuff works until now. Understanding how romance is supposed to be was never my strong suit, however curious I am now. I was just like you, Frisk.

Do you know what? it won't even be a date anymore! Just a hangout between two best buddies, and then you get to continue being friends with me platonically if you so decide! I won’t request or even think of you as anything more.

*Behind his back, Flowey crosses two roots over each other much like someone crossing their fingers while telling a lie. He easily disguises this movement as fidgeting by doing more random stuff like tapping and twiddling them. He finally moves outside the shed and replants himself into the dirt before signaling for Frisk to come with.*

All I’m asking is for poor Flowey to get a new friend whose friendliness will last longer than just a few minutes.

(Frisk) "Frisk here. You used my words against me? That's brilliant. Bloody hell ain't it."

(Noelle) "Why did you go full British?"

(Frisk) "Thought it'd be funny."

(Noelle) "You're being funny now!?"

(Frisk) "I'm mostly trying to dodge what he said. Mostly because *sigh* he's right. Player here. Wait, are you actually admitting fault? You haven't done that in years except when you're trying to win an argument. Are you faking this? Frisk here. No, I mean it. Flowey, you had no idea what love was when you were first made. My Dad taught me I should not worry about anyone but myself. When I was younger I met a few people who were nice but needed some money. I told my father about the situation but he looked at me and said, 'You're too young to worry about people down on their knees. They are probably just using you to get money. They might be lying about everything. Don't trust anyone.' Heh, if he knew what those words meant to me."

(Noelle) "He probably knew."

(Frisk) "Does that make him a bad parent?"

(Noelle) "I..."

(Frisk) "Don't bother answering. Whatever you would answer would be wrong. You don't know enough. Not even I do. Can I judge a person? And even if I can, what if they go three steps forward and three steps back. Do you think that's good? Flowey, I can't let my guard down for anyone because it goes against everything I've ever been taught. The world is dark selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it."

(Noelle) "Did you mean to quote tangled? If you did that should show what kind of parent you had."

(Frisk) "*Started a panic attack. Their heart pounded like a jackhammer. Their stomach churned.* I had a good family, right? No, they were malicious. Eh, it could have been worse. No, it couldn't!"

(Noelle) "Is that you player?"

(Frisk) "Player here. No, they're just going insane. I'll take control until they calm down. Oh no, they're not allowing me to respond! Listen they can boot me out for almost an hour. If they end up doing anything irrational, wait. Frisk here! You want a friend Flowey?! Do you want a fucking goddamn friend to cuddle with? Talk to you all the time? Is that what you want you little weed?"

(Noelle) "Calm down."

(Frisk) "Was I talking to you? I was talking to my best friend! My newest friend. Come on, let's have a great day!"

(Noelle) "*Shakes Frisk* Come to your senses! So what if you had bad parents? What matters is your choice today. Screw the past! Forget it happened. Well don't forget but don't live in the past. I carry around a burden too you know. I killed my friends right in front of me. Does that define me? When Flowey reset worlds to the point where days might as well have been years did that make him permanently evil? We're giving you a shot at redemption. Even the worst person can change."

(Frisk) "Anyone can be a good person if they just try. *Breathed in and out* I'm good. Flowey, I'll be your friend. If you can promise me that you will never imply anything could work with you and me romanticly again. It'll be worth it, for both of us."

[zosociologist]

“Dating Johnny Thunders would be like...” Headcannon

(a/n: I will either be loved for finally making this, or hated because it took this long; this is also kinda longer than my usual dating headcannons because I was really feeling the first meeting idea; "MWABRIM" you know da vibes😌🍷)

Warnings: Implied smut, but nothing severe.

(a/n: ALSO, I MADE THE FOLLOWING GIF MYSELF BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE CITIZENS OF TUMBLROPOLIS DON'T KNOW WHAT A MATTRESS IS DUE TO THEM SLEEPING ON JOHNNY FOR ALL THESE YEARS)

You and Johnny met each other under funny circumstances

You own a nice little unisex boutique that all the lovers of ✨G L A M✨ and daring fashion are OBSESSED with

Rockers, groupies, and even big artists and musicians alike are in and out of your store daily for eye-catching and jaw dropping pieces

It only made sense to see him come in one evening with a friend of his that didn't look too bad himself

You were ringing up a customer, but not really paying attention to their advances as they were trying their hardest to flirt and fucking FAILING.

You were too busy checking out the dark haired guy staring down a pair of cheetah print platform boots that you'd love nothing more than to see him rock the hell out of😩

Everything was good until you were caught slipping and he saw you eyeing him returning a cute smirk in your direction...

In which you panicked and finally went back to minding the customer who finally gave up with the flirting

By the time you looked back over to the table stand with the platforms, he and his friend were gone, and so were the cheetah print boots (you celebrated in your head over that little detail) they had moved onto looking at blouses

About two customers later, you turned around to place a black sheer glitter and feathered robe that a customer decided they weren't getting in a basket to return to it's aisle, when you hear someone on the other side of the counter clear their throat and greet you-

Slightly startled yet hopeful you turn around a little faster than you would have liked to see the dark haired mystery man and his friend ready to check out-

"I didn't mean to scare you", "No! It's fine I was just putting away some things, you didn't scare me at all. Did you both find what you were looking for?", "Yeah everything turned out fine, this is a nice place you've got here. You don't have to worry, we weren't gonna steal anything, in case that's why you were peaking a little."

You wanted to sink into the floor-

"Oh god no, I didn't think that at all- *immediately thinks of lie to cover up that you were staring because he's hot* -I just saw that you were looking at the cheetah platforms, I'm glad you're getting them. They'll look good on you(:" *you had to take a chance bc you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't*

It payed off and THEN some. He introduced himself as Johnny and his friend's name was David. He told you about their group and invited you to see them the following night

Of fucking course you were gonna go see them, how could you say no?!

The following day you closed the shop early and rounded up some close friends for pregame and then you all headed to the club where "The New York Dolls🍸" would be playing, and to your surprise the person at the door said that you were on "the list" and guided you and your friends to one of those rounded booths close enough and with perfect view of the stage.

When the show started the boys came out and you saw Johnny. With a Gibson Les Paul Special in hand. And wearing the fucking platform boots. The match you lit to light your cigarette almost fell on you while you watched in awe. The whole show was nothing less than an out of body experience that you'd replay in your head for weeks to come.

After the show when the crowd died out, you and your friends stayed back as ordered by the same doorman.

When the Dolls came out from the dressing rooms you all got acquainted and they invited you and your friends to this cool afterparty and you and Johnny were together the entire way to the kickback just vibing off of the concert high✨

The afterparty was a blessing in disguise because in the house where it took place there where so many spots where you two could be away from the crowd and just talk and actually get to know each other

So there you both were, lounging in a poolside conversation pit just watching the stars and getting wrapped up in deep and meaningful conversation (all elevated by some trees you scored from one of your friends to smoke😌)

Okay so maaaybe you both got really into the moment. AND MAAAYBE you ended up having fucking COSMIC high sex when you both ditched the party and headed back to your place. BUT WHAT MATTERED MOST is that you really love this guy and he loves everything about you😩

He admires you and loves your bold persona and lifestyle and you love his drive and will to just exist and perform unapologetically

Johnny is a man that loves to give affirmations, he absolutely loves to praise you and give compliments whenever he can. He was over at your apartment once helping you rearrange your living room, and you were hanging up a painting that you got recently and hung it up crooked on accident....this man said that the crookedness adds 💫character💫 to the room....😗.......chile.......anyways........

You love the fact that he is actually a hopeless romantic so you don't feel cheesy when asking him out on a stroll in the park or to go stargazing, most of the time he beats you to it actually!

You are convinced Johnny is obsesssssed with your apartment. He always jumps at the opportunity of you inviting him over because you make it such a safe space. He writes a lot of his music over in this one corner of your bedroom where you managed to fit a green velvet corner sofa, next to this big window that overlooks other apartments and the city skyline.

You also have a collection of memoirs and other books that you hold dear to you and he very much enjoys laying his head in your lap while you read to him and then discuss thoughts and interpretations about each chapter. You usually follow up these literature hours by blazing some herbs while you play a few choice records. That's a typical Sunday evening for you guys.

The support you two have for each other is OFF THE CHARTS. You show up and show out for EVERY one of his shows and you'd always tell your friends, and then they'd tell their friends and the chain continues.

Johnny is in your boutique Every Other DAY. Either by himself or with one of the boys and it's worse than before now that you've given him a pass to inventory. He buys the good shit before you can even get them onto the shelves and hangers😖

He also finds it hot that you can flip the sign on the dressing room doors to occupied (he likes to see how quiet you can stay when he-....you know😉)

Did I already say that he loves everything about you? BECAUSE HE DOES. You're like a- in his words, "fucking ANGEL that was sent down as a pardon in this cruel world💞"

He absolutely adores your skin and loves to watch you take care of it, and he loves when you wash and take care of your hair as well and even asks to help you out sometimes. His favorite thing ever is helping you put curlers in and massaging your scalp with oil or grease, it feels like you're getting a spa treatment to him and honestly, it kinda makes him feel like he doesn't do anywhere NEAR enough to keep his hair healthy like he should.

He loves your smile and how you laugh at some of the shittiest jokes and even things that people wouldn't understand. Your occasional jists of sarcasm always get him too.

He also likes to hold you. There will sometimes be random points in the day where he won't say a word, just walk up behind you and rest his head on your back. You never question it, you find it wholesome and endearing. And sometimes you do the same thing. He could be in the middle of practicing on his guitar and you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and he'll put everything aside just to give you his attention because he feels you deserve that much, and then some.

You both have a passion for many interests and a passion for each other and that's why you work so well together

Call it cliche if you WANT but you were literally MADE for one another💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞