#plationic affection

[stuffie-medical-vents]

I just looked and saw that I have almost 50 followers. Thank you so much! This blog is hardly a week old, but so many people like it! Thank you all so much, I love you all!

Knowing that so many people like it here means the most to me. Especially with all my issues. Thank you all so much!

[nix-writes-mcyt]

The Bloom and Boop masterlist

A collection of archived works from Blooming-mushroom and Boop-ity, two fic authors here on tumblr who suddenly deactivated.

Thank you to everyone in the community that found these posts so we could archive them. (None of these are copy and pasted, only linked to the original accounts via reblogs) If you have any reblogs from Boop or Bloom please tag me so I can add them!

The format goes: Who (alphabetical order) - Title - Warnings/Tags (If empty there are none specified)

Any poly or multi hermit posts will be at the bottom :)

Bloom's works 🍄

Doc - Fluffy Headcanons - Fluff

Etho - Fess Up, Buttercup - Swearing, Fluff

Etho - I'm Right Here - Nightmare, SFW bath

Ren - Phantom Pains - Injury, blood mention, hurt/comfort

Scar - Five years - Fluff

Scar - Six years (five years part 2) - Fluff, swearing

Scar - Elven Evenings - Respawn mention, slightly suggestive

Scar - Love Grows - Swearing

Scar - Forest!Elf Scar x Fire!Elf Reader- Fire/arson jokes

Poly Boatem - Sweet Revenge

Boop's works 🥐

Cleo - It's Okay to Take Steps Back

Pearl - "I Have Cookies" - Someone up a tree

Scar - It Takes Time To Heal - Getting yelled at, breakdown, crying

Scar - I'm Just Kidding... Dear - Swearing

Stress - I Am Always Here Love

Multiple hermits - Plationic Dates

Multiple Hermits - There Are Other Ways to Show Affection - Biting

[apeskycrow]

Hi!! I wrote this thing,, thought I should announce to all the s4m lovers of tumblr that there's another fic because we could always use some more

Summary: How Boris breaks the cycle of abuse and begins to repair his relationships with those he hurt, including himself.

Or Boris and Kamal get better, together. Word count: 7775

Current chapters: 1/?

Tags and content warnings beneath the cut :)

Tags: Kamal Bora & Dr. Boris Habit, Kamal Bora/Dr. Boris Habit, Post habitat, Pre epilogue, Canon divergent, Trans Dr. Boris Habit, He/him pronouns for Dr. Boris Habit, Nonbinary Kamal Bora, He/Him pronouns for Kamal Bora, Autistic Dr. Boris Habit, Character study, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mental health issues, Recovery, Forgiveness, Healing, Domestic fluff, Repairing relationships, Lots of feelings, POV alternating, Habitspeech simplified for reader convenience, Casual affection, Queer relationship, T4t, Slow burn, Mutual pining, Queer plationic relationship, Idiots in love, Non-sexual intimacy, Non-sexual nudity, Bathing/washing, Hair washing, Literal sleeping together, Other additional tags to be added, Additional warnings in authors note, Rating may change

Content warnings: Depictions of poor mental health, depressive episodes, passive suicidal ideation, disordered eating, weight loss, accidental consumption of expired food, vomiting, mentions of blood, compulsions resulting in injury, mentions of death, derealization, mentions of skin picking, negative self perception, mentions of scarring

Tags and content warnings can be explained, just ask!!

[neriyon]

And the last ship meme! Template once again here. (edit: I forgor to mention but mine is edited a little!)

This time it's ancient trio time~ ShB/Endwalker spoilers and lots of rambling under the cut

I'll start with mentioning that Eleos is Azem and Hawu'li is his shard. I think I've posted what he vaguely looks like in form of a picrew pic buuuut uh, this time you get a quick little scribble of his mask I drew instead.

Height and age - yeah no, I did not want to fuck with trying to choose anything for them since ancient world works weirdly. They are all of similar ages and fairly young, Hades has just aged a lot due to having to deal with his husbands lol. He's tallest of the three, with Eleos being just a tiny bit shorter than Hyth.

Jock - game keeps saying Emet is "the greatest mage" but honestly I could not mark him as nerd when he swings that huge drk sword so effortlessly in Ktisis. So to me he is also physically strong. Hyth is nerd on account of working basically a desk job and complaining how he doesn't usually fight, even if using a bow logically makes him somewhat buff too.

Affection - Hades is tsun so no pda. Hyth is used to this and knows not to tease him too much. Eleos does not care and teases both of them mercilessly with his affection, regardless of where they are or who is watching.

Confessions - Hyth and Hades were an item even before meeting Eleos, and their thing started from Hades managing to voice his feelings (Hyth had known about them already, but wanted to hear him say it). With Eleos, they kinda confessed together, with Hyth once again pushing Hades to admit his feelings out loud. By this point Eleos has been saying he loves them both for like, literal months but somehow also never initiated anything? Even Hyth was kinda confused if it was more plationical or not lol.

Kiss - Hades kisses both of them first: Hyth during a really sweet and romantic moment as teens, and Eleos to shut him up. Which surprisingly worked, as Eleos just kinda froze and was unable to process any thoughts for like half an hour. It has not worked ever since.

Propose - Hades is the most easily jealous one, so he really wanted something to seal the fact that they were all bound to eachother. All 3 have matching earring. Eleos also got a tiny magic circle drawn on his ringfinger - Emet's magic, made to contain both his and Hyth's essence to help calm Eleos down (he's strongly affected by feelings of others). It's usually invisible, but glows softly purple when touched.

Other stuff:

Hades and Eleos are both really stubborn so Hyth has to act as mediator between them

Hades first noticed Eleos from his soul (mix of orange and purple hues, like a really vibrant sunrise) which was so out of normal it got his attenttion in a big crowd (and Eleos did something really stupid right after so it really was unforgettable lol)

Eleos has a habit of just. Leaving in the middle of night if his wanderlust happens to hit. He's gotten really good at sneaking out and only leaving small "gone travelling, see you" note behind.

As a countermeasure, both Hyth and Hades sleep holding him really tight so he can't just dissappear to god knows where. Eleos doesn't seem to mind too much (but still manages to escape some nights)

All 3 spoil eachother so much but in completely different ways.

Emet overlooks so much of his husbands' mischief and no matter how busy, is always ready to give them his time if they want it

Hyth brings the other 2 interesting concepts from work as gifts

Eleos brings them whatever he find on his travels. He's especially good at picking things that pacify Hades' anger when he's done something stupid again.

[rakkuntoast]

a mutual on twt actually translated that one pineapple bit (its pretty funny pls watch it)

like the thing is both missa and tallulah are the emotional anchors of the death family and yea, missa sucks ass at the game but this cubito will talk shit

while yea i do think most of it comes cuz he doesnt log on as much and it affects the way people see him from the lack of content and translations (at least here cuz on twt you see it a lot more) people do tend to overlook how much he wishes to be better at things and not let phil take on all the toll of providing, he genuenly wants to be helpful and be a better dad

he has such a bad view on himself and it has gotten worse since he doesnt have qspreen by his side anymore (spreen has been his brother figure, mentor and protector in a lot of mc series they have been on together)

tho going back on the logging on thing if he does i really just dont want him to log on when phil is online cuz it just keeps derailing into the same of people only wanting him if phil is near which ?? idk, i like deathduo and i like death family but my priorities has always been individual characters first and then their relationships. him being married to phil and his not-so plationic feelings towards him shouldn't be what defines him, neither what phil thinks of him should be what defines qmissa as a whole yk?

Your talks about Missa's mischaracterization are exactly why I made a post specifically asking for Missa mains to give me their analyses for me to reference in Awake Me From My Nightmare.

I even went as far as to slap some parts of the post in Google Translate encouraging Spanish qsmp fans to reply to me and I'd just have someone translate their analysis for me. Which I did (thank u Kami ily). And I was so fucking happy when more of my responses came from Spanish speaking fans than English. Peak QSMP moment <3

But anyway yeah. Missa's characterization has been lowkey my biggest concern writing the fic tbh. I wanna do him justice. He definitely isn't written as a pathetic woobified uwu cinnamon roll, that's for sure.

I've been staring very hard at the paragraphs people gave me on his character and I THINK I've been doing a decent job at balancing the "gets overwhelmed by things" wet cat side Crows see AND the "um actually he could kick your ass and can be a bitchy little shit" reality?? Mans is getting lots of moments where he's like "fuck this" and gets ready to Literally Fight God. There's still lots of tears, but like, if YOUR husband was in front of you covered in his own blood and lookin like he's rapidly wasting away in real time, you'd be an emotional wreck too. So I'm decently confident in his characterization, but I still have that "AAAAA I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT" worry. 100% gonna be clinging to comments from readers about if I did him justice. So far I've characterized everyone (Phil, Fit, Etoiles) super well according to readers. 😭🙏🏻 Hoping I keep up the streak with Missa in Chapter 3.

The discussion you've been having is exactly why I'm doing my best to do him actual justice. And I might actually read back through your posts and translate the Spanish bits just to get even more insight. I don't see enough people talking about qMissa like this.

And on a semi-related note, GOD I wish there were more YouTube clip compilations of Missa moments. Like idec if they're not just qsmp, I want more of them in general!! Idk if I just wasn't searching well enough or what but when I went looking a while back, there were MAYBE 2 videos at all, let alone Eng subtitled so I could understand them. And rooting through Tumblr for clips is a pain. 💀

Tldr thanks for talking abt this Rakk, this is exactly why I've been busting my ass trying to not write Missa reduced to one trait or the other. Tbh I've been seeking out proper analysis/understanding of qMissa even before I was writing him in a fic. Bc I KNOW what we Crows see is a fraction of his character.

ISAAAA you're doing God's work honestly, the "fights God through tears" is peak qmissa characterization akfknsjx

I do think we need more translated Missa content, sadly like the best thing you can get is qsmp clips translated or someone on twt decided to translate this one bit from his videos (like him having a crush on a pineapple)

it's sad that it doesn't get talked about how clever the guy is and while the fix is pretty easy (just getting more missasaurios to talk about him) it's just a case of bothering to translate stuff cuz that shit takes time and effort

as well as missa's miscaracterization not being talked about as much cuz a lot of the ppl who talk abt him are English crows who think he's a sopping wet cat<- i am BEGGING for people to unlearn this word it's making me insane

[darkxiety--edgelords]

Wilford stealing kisses from Deceit

Okay I did this traditonal, I might draw it digital later but?? Heres my first traditonal sketch of 2020

I made a small story in my head while drawing this, so here.

When Wilford is tired, he is overly affectionate. Most of the others know and, especially when they aren't in the mood for cuddles or longer-than-normal hugs, stay a ways away from him.

As for Deceit who, at least thought, he couldn't care less what Wilford did. Except, (at least I headcanon him this way) he is really touch-starved. So its a little shocking when Wilford kisses his cheek. Its shocks him so much, he turns into a bleping blushing mess that can't even speak.

[unoshallbeplayedbywe]

Tumblr ate your ask about the cranberries but I see u and ur valid. It did make me scream laugh but I love anyway 💖

ill just post this and let my followers decipher what they think this means.

Ily, im sorry most of our interaction together is me shitposting in your inbox, let us have zoom/wine/ open mic with just us one night

[phobiium]

some of you can tell whether what you’re feeling towards people is romantic or platonic? that’s crazy bro how are y’all doin that

[awesomeuchuu]

@assembledstars​

Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. For Yuuta from Hinata - Time to embarrass lil bro >:Dc

assembledstars answered:

"Moooou, Aniki!!"

Embarrassed? He surely was. The sudden affection from his brother had surpried him, even bringing a shade of red to his cheeks. Ah, how annoying Hinata could be at times! Yet still, it was his brother and he loved him, even if he was aware the other kept hiding things from him.

"You could at least call out to me before you do thaaat?" Playing along for now, he pushes him away and grabs both of his cheeks, giving them a squeeze. "If you love your little brother so much, then how about we actually do something together??"

“Moooou, Yuuta-kuuun!!!” You’re just being annoying on purpose aren’t you.

“Why such a long face? It’ll stick like that, you know! Bah! Like this!!” Hinata made a face, but couldn’t keep it up before he exploded in giggles as Yuuta grabbed his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s do something! Whatever Yuuta-kun wants, Yuuta-kun gets! A prank? Wanna go to the arcade? What? What?”

[archaeval]

[💝 allow bird. a sboonch]

kiss the spider || accepting!

Send 💝 for a plationic kiss.

IT HAD BEEN A LONG, MISERABLE NIGHT of entertaining delegates and various nobility. Ruby had little interest in their games and politics outside of what was strictly necessary, even as she smiled and laughed through it as effortlessly as the rest. It was with no small relief that Ruby saw the departure of the last of their guests, and sought Bellroc out.

“I've brought a tonic,” she said, making her way slowly into the reading room, but there was no bottle in her hand. Instead, Ruby carried two small, honey-drizzled tarts and a plate of figs -- rare delicacies at this time of year. She placed the plate on the table before settling on the couch beside them. Without asking for more, Ruby picked up a knife to peel and slice a fig.

One piece went directly into her mouth, delicious and sweet, and one piece was held out to Bellroc. Ruby was too intent on enjoying the balm of something sweet, that she didn’t see them apparently move from their spot in the corner to press a quick kiss to her cheek. Ruby paused, heat rising to bring a twinge of color to her pale cheeks. Physical affection from them was rare but precious, and Ruby took a moment to recover before looking over to her spouse.

“You were fantastic tonight,” she said, and meant it. “Thank you.”

[just-another-ficwriter]

Holidate - Part Four

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 2000ish

Warnings: Alcohol, jealously, sexual references

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: Next part will be posted over Easter week! Also using this part to fill the ‘Bar Crawl’ square on my @riverdalebingo card!

St Patrick’s Day 2021

“Thank you for coming tonight.”

She whispers as they make their way into the first bar, squeezing the fingers he has linked with hers, a small attempt to make their relationship look more believable.

He’d arrived in New York a little after the others, leaving them no time to talk things over and plan the night out. He’d barely gotten his head around the fact they’d be sharing a bed for the weekend before they were piling into a cab and heading down town.

“What else are Holidates for?” He grins down at her, eyes not so subtle moving to check her out for the second time that night. He reads the green glittered writing for what feels like the millionth time, ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ printed in bold across her chest.

An impulse buy, she had told him, from their first St Patrick’s night out several years before. It’s little too tight, and she’s constantly fighting with it to stay down, but she’d promised it would help them get free shots later in the night and they’d both laughed.

By the time they make it over to the table, Jason’s around bought the first round and with a beer bottle held high in the air, he kicks off the celebrations.

-

It isn’t until the second place, and the drinks start to take affect, that Betty starts to pry.

The boys had disappeared to the bar, watching some sport on the big screen, chatting away while they wait for the drinks. Pea had no issue fitting right in, and Polly was quick to notice.

“I like him.” She steals a glance over her shoulder at the guy in question.

“Do you think you’ll move in with him?” Betty suddenly asks, straight to the point, and Y/N chokes on the cocktail she’d mistakenly just taken a sip of.

She’s surprised to see Sweet Pea’s head turn to check she’s ok when he hears, a soft smile on his face when their eyes meet. She sends him a similar warm one back before she’s glaring at her sisters again. “We’ve only been dating for 3 months.”

“I had my whole life planned out with Jug after the first week.” She wants to point out that not everyone can be like Betty Cooper, not everyone gets to live out a fairytale lifestyle with their high school sweetheart like she had once hoped.

But a hint of guilt from lying straight to their faces swirls in her stomach, and she bites back the snide remark. “We’re taking it slow.”

“Is he bad in bed?” Polly’s more drunk than she thought, and her loud questioning catches the attention of the next table over. However, the older Cooper doesn’t seem to notice. “I mean you guys have done it right-“

“Has who done what?” She’s cut off by the boys reappearing, bearing a tray of fresh drinks and a suspicious look from Jug.

Betty smirks. “Polly wants to know if Sweet Pea and Y/N have slept together.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jason laughs, shaking his head as Y/N suddenly finds interest in the cocktail umbrella sticking out of her drink.

But then a silence falls cross the table, and all four pairs of eyes turn to them, eagerly waiting for an answer. “Well?” Polly persists.

Unfazed, Sweet Pea squeezes her thigh under the table and answers for them both. “A gentleman never tells.”

-

By the time they hit the third bar, Sweet Pea’s boarding tipsy.

He can feel it in the way his jaw clenches when someone catches Y/N’s arm as she walks passed, in the way his chest burns unfamiliar as she leans in for a hug and the stranger pecks her on the cheek.

He knows it’s stupid, knows that technically she isn’t his girlfriend but the lines of reality are starting to blur as the alcohol soaks in and he can’t stop himself from walking over.

Y/N sends him a pointed look as discreetly as she can when he pulls her into his side, and causally introduces himself as her boyfriend. Five minutes later, they’re walking away with polite goodbyes and heading straight for the bar.

Y/N can’t help but look up at him with a smug grin, giggling a little as she teases. “Were you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You aren’t actually my girlfriend remember?” He tries to brush it off but something tells him they both know it’s a lie. He’s quick to think of another excuse that’s better than the first. “I was just worried what your sisters might say if they found you talking to some other guy.”

“They’d say Hey Chuck, how have you been since high school?” She laughs again and it makes him feel worse. That stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, and he’d almost made a scene over two old friends catching up.

Maybe he was finding this whole fake dating thing hard than he thought.

She doesn’t seem to notice as she waves at the bar tender, calling him over. “Come on, we need more shots.”

Sweet Pea’s almost certain he doesn’t need any more shots.

-

The fourth bar brings green beers and another round of tequila.

Polly raises her glass in the air, liquor messily pouring over the rim and down her hand. “To Y/N’s love life!”

“Cheers to that!” Betty’s quick to follow, giggling loudly as she clinks their glasses together and more goes spilling over.

He watches Y/N roll her eyes at their teasing with a shake of her head, but knocks her own shot back regardless, holding eye contact as he does the same. Neither flinch at the liquid burning it’s way down their throats.

It feels more intimate than it should and for a second Sweet Pea forgets they’re around other people.

But then the song blasting out around them changes and Y/N’s leaning forward to whisper confidently in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. “Dance with me?”

She’s on her feet before he can answer, not that he would have said no anyway, pulling him through the crowd until they find an empty space under the flashing lights. Sweet Pea can feel the beat of the music vibrating beneath them, flowing through him almost as much as the alcohol and lets it take control.

One song some how turns into three, or maybe four, he’s lost count. He’s too entranced by Y/N swaying back and fore in front of him, head tilted back as she moves to the rhythm, her back almost against his chest. She doesn’t move away when he’s finally brave enough to close that small gap, a nervous hand falling to her hip as she leans back against him.

The action alone makes his throat burn more than any shot of tequila could.

-

Y/N swears she sees his eyes light up when they walk into the fifth and final bar, and Jug invites him to play on the pool table tucked in the corner.

“Oh, it’s on.” There’s a new air of confidence surrounding him now as he picks up a cue, and she finds it a little too easy to fall into the roll of supportive girlfriend, cheering him on when the game starts.

He finds himself gravitating back to her side in between every shot. A lose arm around her shoulders, a delicate kiss to her forehead. They’d both become more handsy as the night wore on and she’d welcomed every affectionate touch.

She screams in triumph when he pockets the last ball, solidifying his win. Victorious laughter punctuating the air between them as he scoops her up, spinning her around in celebration.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s flowing through her system, or the rush of adrenaline pulsing from his win, but Y/N suddenly uses her newly found height to her advantage, pressing an eager kiss to his lips.

It takes her all of a second to realise what she’s doing, but before she can pull alway, he’s kissing her back.

And with that, she’s phasing out the rest of the bar, ignoring the loud music and jostling bodies, only focusing on him.

Until Betty’s shouting out and they’re jumping apart. “Get a room!”

-

Sweet Pea huffs as she throws him down on the bed.

Getting him into the apartment had been a task, even with Jason and Jug holding him up. It didn’t help that they were almost as drunk as him.

She doesn’t get the chance to slip out and change before he’s catching her wrist, pulling her to the mattress with a gentle tug.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers into the dark, fingertips running up and down her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

There’s a still moment where her eyes find his, and he’s left wondering if she knows what he’s about to say, if she wants him to say it. If he should even be thinking it at all. But then she giggles, the sound making him feel warm before she finally answers. “Sure.”  

He gives her a goofy grin, but hesitates when her palms fall flat against his chest. His heart’s beating so fast he’s suddenly afraid she might feel it through his shirt, he’s very aware of how close they are now. “Sometimes, I forget this isn’t real.” He breathes out.

Y/N feels her heart vault in her throat from his words, her eyes wide from the confession. 

She tries to laugh it off but there’s a nervousness hidden underneath. “You’re drunk Pea.”

“Still mean it.” He mumbles, shifting so he lands onto his back and lazily pulls her with him.

She’s quick to tuck herself into his side, inviting the warmth radiating from him as she doubts he even knows what he’s saying. She makes the decision to close her eyes and ignore it instead. “Go to sleep Pea.”

-

Sweet Pea rolls over onto fitted sheets that definitely aren’t his. His head hurts with a pounding ache, and just when he feels brave enough to open his eyes a little and sneak a glance around him, he’s hit with a blinding light so harsh it makes him feel sick.

That’s when he remembers last night. Or at least parts of it anyway. Everything’s a blur after the third bar.

“Shit.” He groans, his throat painfully dry as he blindly pats the bed next to him in an attempt to find Y/N, only to feel nothing but empty space instead.

“Morning Sunshine.” She laughs from where she makes her way into the room, amused by his dishevelled hair and lack of enthusiasm at being awake.

It takes a few seconds, but eventually he attempts to open his eyes again, reluctant and slow. Another groan slips out. “Why don’t you look how I feel?”

“Years of practice I guess.” She shrugs, slipping in besides him and handing over a warm mug. “Thought some coffee might help.”

Their finger tips briefly touch and thoughts of last night come back to him, his cheeks burning red in shame. He takes a quick sip that burns his tongue and hopes she won’t notice.

They’d kissed. Or at least he thinks they had. It’s all a little hazy.

“Did we…” He can’t meet her gaze, refuses to look up and see her reaction. Instead he just lamely points between them and the bed.

“Sleep together?” She leans back into the mattress with a devilish glint in her eye, her next words sounding more flirtatious than she intended. “Trust me Pea, you’d remember if we did.”

He smirks in her direction, tilting his head to the side playfully with an eyebrow raised. All awkward tension from a minute before melts away as he chuckles in surprise. “Is that so?”

“Just drink your coffee, Betty wants to go exploring New York.” A pillow hits him on the side of his face with a soft thud and another round of laughter erupts between them. She wonders if now is the right time to bring up his drunk confession but quickly changes her mind. “And you definitely look like you need all the caffeine you can get.”

Sweet Pea Masterlist

Forever Taglist: @p-marie-sp

Sweet Pea Taglist: @80sand90simagine @hopelesslylosttheway @be-gay-do-crime-cutie

Holidate Taglist: @popcrone818 @dcnerd98

[celestialjoys]

This is between us but I have a lil tumblr n fic writer crush on you. I promise love will find you, it found me (plationically/familially) when I thought I was too damaged, too hurt, too ruined to heal. Like that one quote "worry not love will hit you like a comet" I've read your fics recently, i keep rereading them like every day. They mean a lot to me, the way they represent love and intimacy. It comforts, inspires, and teaches me. Like 'oh that's the love I want' I still have a longgggg way to go towards being comfortable in a relationships. I think ur vibe is ridiculously cute, and the way you write crushes ridiculously relatable. I keep thinking abt being ur friend, I've never seen Pacific rim but now I have an affection for it from you mentioning it in fics. This is how I admire you, this is a speck, a pebble, of how someone will love you someday. Even in arguments, in hard times, even when you cant believe it. Best of luck babe 💘 thinking of u

hello sweet anon 💕 I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you - I had typed up a reply, as I said, but then turned off my pc without posting it bc I am a clown

I just want to say that I read this when you first sent it and it really warmed and touched me. it's so lovely of you to have seen my tags and taken the time to reach out to me, gently and softly, to let me know that it's okay. and as your words have touched me, I'm glad that my words have touched you too - every time I hear my writing has moved someone in some way ('It comforts, inspires, and teaches me', oh!! my little heart!! 🤧🥺) it makes me so happy to be here. to be in a position where I can have created something that has that effect on people. also. calling my vibe ridiculously cute?? PLEASE 😭 you're honestly too sweet and too kind

I am very, very lucky in that I have friends that I love dearly and (against all odds) love me back 💕 and it's so often I catch myself feeling lonely, like, bone-deep and soul-achingly so, and then I feel bad. because I DO have love in my life, I know it and feel it and see it, so shouldn't that be enough? love is hard. I totally feel you on the thing about comfort, which is what I think is my main thing. it's not just that I need to prefer spending time with this yet-to-be-met 'someone' than being by myself, but also that I need to trust in myself enough to be comfortable with them. I can trust them and believe that they love me but not trust that I'm good enough to warrant that, that whatever it is they love is just some inaccurate facsimile they've concocted in their minds of who I am. I suppose it's rooted in self doubt.

but I digress!! all your words are so soothing and remind me that I'm silly to think that way. much like your lovely quote about 'worry not, love will hit you like a comet' (which I've not heard before now but will carry forwards with me), here's one for you - there are people you haven't met yet who will love you. and isn't that so lovely? to know that there's love in your future, just waiting for you, with people you don't even know?

also oh my gosh I reference pacific rim a lot don't I . it's such a good film HAHAH you should watch it if you get a chance 💖💖

please know that I'm thinking of you too. the kindness you put out into the world will be returned to you tenfold. I hope the weather is nice wherever you are (whatever 'nice' is for you - the sun warm on your skin, or the rain soothing outside while you lay curled up in bed) and that you have a wonderful weekend 💕

[cansortofdraw]

WHY ISN’T THERE MORE FICS ABOUT KAZ RECIVING PARENTAL AFFECTION!

MY ASEXUAL BRAIN DEMANDS PLATIONIC FLUFF AND ANGST!

IT MUST FEAST!

But seriously, I really wish there were more people Kaz could just rely on and be vulnerable around without fear. I love Kanej but I really want to see Kaz experiencing unconditional platonic/familial affection, not just romantic.

[writing-in-april]

Too little Too late

Spencer Reid x GN Reader, Spencer Reid x BAU Team (Plationic Angst) Spencer’s POV

The fic cycles by @zhuzhubii inspired this very angsty fic along with some help by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff and some Spencer Reid headcanons from @m0rcia​ about the ugly side of his addiction.

A/N: This is Very Sad READ WITH CAUTION, I warned y’all. This is my first fic in Spencer’s POV and my next one should be in his POV as well. Also I don’t have any personal brushes with addiction so this may not be an entirely accurate portrayal of what it entails. Also if you or someone you love is suffering from addiction this number- 1-800-662-4357 is a national hotline for substance abuse,  know you’re not alone and we all love you.

Warnings: READ WITH CAUTION MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, Drug abuse (specifically dilaudid), Major character death, Depression, and Suicide ( I think that is it but please let me know if there is anymore I should add )

Summary: Spencer doesn’t know what he’s fighting for anymore. Set after revelations (season 2 episode 15)

Masterlist Word count: 1.4k

I was trying, truly I was. But, right now the cravings were too hard to ignore and I couldn’t quite remember what I was fighting for in the first place. The only things I had to look forward to as of late was when Y/N talked to me at the end of every day when we were on a case. Y/N always talked to us all every time we were about to go to our hotel to try to keep us positive and objective. But, this time as I looked around in the lobby of the hotel room filled only with moonlight and a small desk lamp for the late night worker I noticed something that made my heart drop to my toes. They weren’t here.

They weren’t here.

The very small part of my brain that still functioned on logic tried to tell me that the case was rough for them and they were probably affected just as much as the rest of us. However, the rage bubbling up in my mind came to one conclusion only.

I was utterly abandoned.

I had even told myself that I was going to come clean to them today, that I was going to reach out and ask for help. I knew now that no one cared how I felt. I felt like I had been rescued and no one even cared if it affected me, all they seemed to care about was that I was the same as before. I felt like I was a toy used just for decoration, lost by a child, when I was found again I was put back onto the shelf for display. No one cared if I had been chewed on by the dog, just that I still looked pretty enough to sit on the shelf. And the only one who had bothered to reach out was gone, I didn’t blame them, they were probably sick of all the complaining I did, my stupid little rants, the way I used my hands to much to talk, and all of my other stupid little quirks.

My rushing body and mind looked for the thing it craved for the most, to avoid all the emotions rushing to the surface just so I could feel nothing. As I stumbled to my room I vaguely thought about how I probably looked like a mad man running to my room but at this point nothing mattered above getting to the release that I desired.

We had single rooms on this case and I was glad that I wouldn’t have to hide out in the bathroom to experience my high. I frantically looked for the hotel key so I could finally get to the only comfort I had anymore before I caught sight of the door to the room right next to mine. It was Y/N’s and I briefly considered knocking, though the shaking need for dilaudid pulled me inside my own hotel room away from the person I was sure had abandoned me.

I barely got into my room before I rushed onto the bed and frantically searched for the little glass vial that would bring me relief. When I put the hypodermic needle in to measure out the dose I didn’t really bother to pay attention to how much was in the syringe, just that it was a lot. With the tourniquet wrapped around my arm I started to look for a vein, I groaned out in frustration when I couldn’t find a proper one and I had to switch to my other arm. Once the dilaudid was injected into my veins I breathed a sigh of relief, all I had to do was just wait for the high to hit.

I knew I had injected too much but I didn’t find it within me to care. All I cared about was the high that was now coursing through my body, taking away all my thoughts into a euphoric state. The little portion of my brain that refused to yet shut down was telling me that I had definite signs of overdose- my hands were clammy and cold, my breathing slowing down to long deep almost gasping breaths, and my heart was slowing down so much that I could barely hear the thumping in my ears. I looked up at the beige ceiling through my barely open eyes that had drooped down almost closed. I knew that when my eyes closed sleep would not follow, something more permanent than sleep was taking over my body. But, again I didn’t seem to care because no one cared about me anymore. My mind did drift to the people in my life wondering what would happen in the morning when they realized I was gone.

Would they cry over my body? Would they even try to use CPR? Would they even bother to use the NARCAN that was sitting at the bottom of his bag? Or would they take one look at my pale blue lips and tell themselves that it was for the best?

What would they tell my mom? It was selfish of me to leave her all alone but she has people who take better care of her then I ever did. They’ll tell her something more palatable than me dying from a drug overdose. Maybe they’ll even try to convince her I was still alive as to not push her fragile mental state. Maybe they’ll write letters pretending to be me to convince her I was still here, but it doesn’t matter what they tell her.

She doesn't need me. They don’t need me. She’ll be fine. They’ll be fine.

——-

Everyone knew something was off when Spencer wasn’t the first one downstairs in the morning guzzling coffee that was undoubtedly way too sweet and furiously looking over case files.

Y/N was the last person in the morning and when she noticed that he wasn’t there she made a mad dash to his room. Everyone had their suspicion of what had been going on with Spencer but no one wanted to say it out loud or push him too much. Y/N had been hoping he would reach out to her during one of their talks, they knew he would probably refuse if they reached out to him.

A sinking feeling sat in all their guts as they followed Y/N up to his room. Tears were all prickling in their eyes as they each took turns pounding on the door before Derek decided it was time to kick the door in.

The reactions of the team were all different to finding his body cold to the touch, lips blue, and a needle sticking out of his arm with a tourniquet wrapped around it.

Hotch immediately went into boss mode along with Derek, both alternating doing CPR while the other searched hopefully for NARCAN in his bag. They did happen to find it though using it to no avail but they never stopped trying, not until EMS came to relieve them from their duties. Throughout it all they tried to be stoic and calm but both couldn't help but call out brokenly for Spencer to wake up, tears from Derek falling onto what they both knew deep down was a corpse.

Emily and Rossi were the calmest ones out of the bunch, Emily being on the phone with 911 while Rossi went to get help from the staff. They couldn’t totally hide their pain, they both had silent tears streaming down their faces and they both could barely get the words out.

JJ was sitting in the corner of the room hands roughly in her hair, her face pale, and it almost looked as if she was about to be sick from the sight. She couldn’t fathom that this was happening right in front of her and she was shutting down.

Y/N had the worst reaction screaming hysterically at Spencer’s body while roughly shaking his cold hand. They tried to feel for a pulse in vain, starting to shake violently when they couldn’t find one. When EMS came to take him to the hospital Y/N had to be pried off of his body by Emily, almost punching her in the face as they violently tried to crawl back towards Spencer’s arm to look for the pulse again even though they knew they wouldn’t find it.

Besides an exchange between Derek and Hotch the ride to the hospital was completely silent besides stifled sobs from Y/N. Hotch had broken his rough facade while driving to the hospital with silent tears that blurred his ability to drive. He switched with Derek, not that he was much better, he had to drive extremely slow to avoid crashing.

No one wanted to admit it.

No one wanted to admit that he was gone.

No one wanted to admit that they were too late to save him.

Y/N blamed themself for not talking to him last night, maybe if they had talked they would’ve noticed how much he was struggling last night. They all knew they should’ve said something but the time never felt right. It was too little too late.

[sunriseindigo]

you can answer this in multiple parts or one post but! 002 - otohiko, tsuhara, and makitai?

OH BOY HERE WE GO—

otohiko

When I started shipping them:

not that long ago actually?? i used to be really really obsessed with yamahiko (still am lol) but i think a month ago is when i started to ship them!!

My thoughts:

omg look at these gays omg look at them go!!! i love both of them very much and the dynamic these too have is just,,, so wonderful!!! the fact that this ship isn’t really that popular just. astonishes me

What makes me happy about them:

the height difference. haruhiko has picked up teruya in the past and run off with the him blushing furiously. in a non-despair au where the two grow up teruya finally gets tall enough to do that to haruhiko. think about it.

What makes me sad about them:

that one moment in sdra2 where teruya started crying when he saw the statues of haruhiko and satsuki,,,, just,,,, waaaaaaaaaaa

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

the fact that there’s no fanfics about this ship

Things I look for in fanfic:

them. plz someone make a fanfic for them plz i beg u--

My wishlist:

again, just content for them!! this ship is underrated and desperately deserves content and if i have to be the one to supply it then so be it,,,,

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

with haruhiko it’d be yamato cuz i think they’re also really cute together and have the same hyper vibes as this one!!! as for teruya i think he and kinji can be pretty cute,,, 👉👈

My happily ever after for them:

turns out that everyone is okay and the killing game doesn’t happen!!! haruhiko proposes to teruya after a 3 year relationship and are now happily married with a son and like,, 3 birds

tsuhara

When I started shipping them:

hmmm probably when i first joined the dra fandom!! i saw these two and my mind went “hey they should kiss” and now we’re here!!

My thoughts:

aka tsurugi starts crying after kinji hugs him because he’s touch starved and hasn’t received physical affection in years. both of them deserve to feel happy and i just want tsurugi to get therapy with the help of kinji!!

What makes me happy about them:

a few people ship this actually??? and they’ve made content about it??? and that’s so poggers??????

What makes me sad about them:

the fact that a few popular people who make content for this ship are people that i have bad memories associated with them and that these people have actually impacted my mental health in a very negative way....

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

i remember reading a fic of them once??? i forgot the name but it was really sad and angsty and i almost cried

Things I look for in fanfic:

i!! want fluff of them!!!! plz i just want them to be happy.....

My wishlist:

an epic little comic around these two,,, it doesn’t have to be made by linuj i just want a comic of these two...

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

umm well yamarugi and otohara (that’s what i’m calling it lol) are cool!!! i’m not that against people who don’t ship this so yeah

My happily ever after for them:

kinji lives and encourages tsurugi to get therapy and just supports him in general!!

makitai

When I started shipping them:

again not too long ago actually!! i used to ship makitomo pretty heavily but then uh. something happened. and around a month ago i saw these two and started shipping them

My thoughts:

plzzzz let them kiss,,, i swear these two have been on my mind for almost two weeks and i’m just this () close to writing a full short fic story of these two!!!

What makes me happy about them:

well all of the content that i’ve seen about this ship is relatively positive!! i’ve seen a bit of angst for them but overall it’s just fluff and cute domestic scenes and just aughggggg.... my heart <3

What makes me sad about them:

they fact that they’re dead. wtf

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

like i’ve said with otohiko, the fact that there isn’t a lot of content/fics about them in general. cmon guys!!!

Things I look for in fanfic:

just them. them. akane taira and kiyoka maki kissing.

My wishlist:

idk,,, a popular artist to make content about them!!! (no i’m not popular i only have 18 followers lol)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

rei and akane are pretty pog with each other!! cute girls... kuromaki (kiyoka/mikako) also is pretty cute!!!

My happily ever after for them:

they kiss and own a bakery together once they marry!!!!

setsuruko

When I started shipping them:

i’d say,, around january?? that’s around a month after i joined sdra2. i wasn’t that crazy about them then but after seeing some. questionable content about soruko i decided to ship this and yeah!!

My thoughts:

comfort ship go brrrrr!!!! these two are so fucking cute holy shit i love them!!! their dynamic is spectacular and u guys seriously need to get on board with this because GOD I LOVE THEM!!!!

What makes me happy about them:

just thinking about these two makes me feel happy,,,, i just want good things for them.....

What makes me sad about them:

the fact that setsuka’s dead,,,,,,

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

there’s like. only two people that make content for setsuruko. i just... that’s sad.....

Things I look for in fanfic:

them!!!! i want to read fics about them cuddling or setsuka making yoruko flustered.... i just want them happy and with content u see with setsubiki and soruko!!!

My wishlist:

again, popular artist makes them kiss. that is all i crave from dis cruel world....

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

yorubiki is cool as hell!! also as underrated as setsuruko and i want to see these two ships flourish...

My happily ever after for them:

everyone lives and setsuka and yoruko confess their love for each other!!! they live together and constantly flirt all the time

reikako

When I started shipping them:

again when i got into the fandom!!! there was a fair amount of content for them when i joined and for a moment i thought they were like actually dating in canon lol (linuj is homophobic of course he doesn’t say that /j)

My thoughts:

mikako gently kisses her professor gf on the cheek,,, these two are so precious for each other and i love it when people make content about them even if it’s plationic!!! again mikako encourages rei to get therapy cuz she also desperately needs like jesus,,,

What makes me happy about them:

i’ve seen a couple of sketches linuj drew of them and every time i see i freakout and think about it for two weeks!!! they also have a great dynamic and just seeing the people making content of this ship and it’s not nasty is great!!! keep it up u guys!!

What makes me sad about them:

m. mikako. she. is dead. (also some people that make reikako content have given me panic attacks so oops!!!)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

again there’s like no fics of these guys. what the hell!!!!

Things I look for in fanfic:

for it to be written and for it to not be just angst

My wishlist:

i just want people to make content of my ships plz

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

welll reikane and satsurei are very good underrated ships!!! kuromaki and inokawa (mikako/kanata) are also pogchamp

My happily ever after for them:

again the killing game didn’t happen and rei and mikako are living their best lives together!!

[supergirl-fanfiction]

2nd Chance

Kara Danvers x Platonic!Reader

Requested by Anon

Can you make a plationic Male reader X Kara them being best friends the moment they meet the reader has powers (your choice) and during a big fight Kara's affected by kryptonite and the reader keeps getting knocked down but keeps getting back up & fighting no matter what.

A/N- Reader is Gender Neutral hope that is ok. Hope y'all enjoy sorry for taking so long to upload.

(Y/N)- Your Name

(E/C)- Eye Color

(SH/N)- Superhero Name

Warnings- Mentions of blood and injuries, Mentions of Death,

You and Kara had been best friends for years. It all started back in Midvale where you both attended high school. Shortly after the two of had begun to hang out you felt like you could trust Kara so you told her about your powers. You had super strength and control over the 4 elements. After you had told her about your powers she told you about how she was actually from Krypton and from there your friendship with her only grew stronger. So when you had heard about Supergirl in National City you made your way there immediately. After much discussion between you, Kara, and Alex, who was like a sister to you, you decided you would help Kara fight crime in National City. You never once regretted your decision. Not even now with blood dripping down your face. Kara was unable to help due to the attackers having Kryptonite. You had lost track from how many times you had been knocked onto your ass but you refused to stay down. You couldn't let them harm any of the civilians or Kara. You let out a groan of pain as the CADMUS experiment landed another hit on you. You tried to keep up with it but it almost seemed to blur in and out of your vision.

"Give up (SH/N). You don't stand a chance against me." You gritted your teeth together and slowly stood back up.

"I will never give up." You spat out the blood that had began to gather in your mouth right in its face. You realized a second too late that that may not have been the best choice. Before you could say or do anything else you felt yourself flying across the street and slamming into a building. The pain traveled through your body and you knew this was it. There would be no tomorrow for you. No more teasing Alex with Kara, no more game nights with your chosen family, you would never get to see Kara's and Lena's relationship bloom, and you wouldn't be there to help Kara and Winn play pranks on everyone. You felt the tears begin to build in your eyes. You watched the blurry figure of the CADMUS experiment begin to make its way closer to you. You were vaguely aware of someone yelling at you through your comm but you weren't able to focus on what they were saying. The experiment stopped in front of you with a sinister smile on its face.

"Any last words?"

You gritted your teeth trying to keep in your tears. You didn't want to give it the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

"I'm gonna miss game night guys." You managed to say. You could hear crying and screaming but you couldn't focus on it. Everything was beginning to become fuzzy. You couldn't keep your eyes open anymore and you just hoped that your friends would be able to move past your death.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Kara couldn't believe it. They were really gone. My best friend. The very first person besides my family to know my secret, gone and there was nothing I could've done to save them she thought. Sobs racked through Karas body as she saw you in the casket for the first time. Alex wrapped her arm around her sisters shoulder and pulled her into her.

"I am so sorry Kara. I'm sorry." was all she could think to say. Alex knew how important you had been to Kara and she felt responsible for your death. If only she had gotten there quicker or if she had only done more maybe you would still be here. Throughout the whole funeral Alex, Kara, Winn, James, and Lena cried. It seemed as if their tears were never ending. They honestly just couldn't believe they would never see your smile again. They would never hear you make another terrible pun. There would be no more pep talks from you. They would never get to feel one of your hugs again.

The time for Karas speech came a lot quicker than she was prepared for. She slowly walked up to the front and bit her lip to try and slow the tears that were still streaming down her face.

"(Y/N) is," she takes in a deep breath and lets it out as she corrects herself,

"(Y/N) was the greatest person I ever knew. They were someone you could always count on no matter what. They always put everyone above themselves no matter what it cost them." She felt her lip begin to tremble and let out a soft sob. Alex immediately ran up to be by her sister. She wrapped her in a hug and held her as tight as she could. Kara slowly pulled away from her sister and gave Alex a small watery smile as Kara grabbed her hand.

"Sorry. Its just hard talking about them. (Y/N) has been my best friend since high school and I never.. I never imagined losing them. Especially not so soon. They understood me in a way no one else does. I dont know what I'm going to do without them in my life now but one thing I do know is that I am going to live life to its fullest. Everything I do from now on will be in your memory (Y/N). I love you and I'm going to miss you so much. I'm sorry I can't." Kara quickly took off and everyone looked worried. They all knew Kara had a habit of burying her feelings and doing everything she can to pretend like she isn't hurt. Turns out everyone was right to be worried. After the funeral Kara disappeared for a week. No one could find her. Supergirl still appeared when needed but would immediately leave afterwards. It all came to an end when the crisis happened. Kara was forced to be around everyone 24/7 and she couldn't stand it. All she noticed was that it didn't feel right without her best friend fighting beside her. She couldn't stand all the questions either or all the pitying looks once everyone had found out what happened. Everyone wanted to talk about it but Kara refused. She couldn't talk about you. Just the thought of you still brought tears to her eyes. She just put all her energy into fighting and defending earth like she knew you would've. They were beginning to become overwhelmed though and Kara was starting to get sloppy from exhaustion. Everyone else could see it but no one could to get her to stop. Then came the moment everyone had been dreading. She over exerted herself and fell. She was immediately swarmed by the creatures but before any damage could be done to her a mysterious figure came and shot fireballs at all of the reapers. The mysterious figure immediately ran over and slid down beside her. Kara looked up only for her eyes to meet a familiar pair of (E/C) orbs and she felt all the breath in her chest leave her.

"(Y/N)." She chocked out as tears began to stream down her face. You took off your mask and gave her small smile as tears began to flood your eyes.

"Its a long story." You told her knowing she would want to know how this was possible. Honestly you yourself still weren't 100% sure how you were alive. All you knew was that some guy had told you that it wasn't your time yet and you had been hidden in some weird place this whole time. You felt Kara laugh herself against you and wrap her arms around you tightly as she sobbed into your shoulder. You knew you would have to explain everything and you would or at least you would try to. Right now though all that mattered was that you had been given a 2nd chance and you were going to make the best of it.