#talking out of my ass if you need to understand the style of person i am. it didnt stop me from saying things but it took A Lot before i

[thedevotionaltour]

i dont read enough comics or keep up enough with fanbases at large to give any coherent or interesting things i just have opinions that are both correct and incorrect and it's all i have. you can ask me about approximately um i dont know. really you can only ask me about one comic to which i feel i have some mild qualification to speak on but you cant ask me about anything else. i dont know them. *sand slips through my fingers* i dont know them well enough.

[cinnabeat]

its really interesting to listen to covers of aimers song bc imo no one really captures the emotion she puts into her singing

[uzurakis]

Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans 😏 may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about how’d he be like in an argument with s/o

ೀ ׅ ۫ . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?

SFW and NSFW under the cut!

n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my 🎲 anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^

the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.

his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.

really clingy in private. won’t let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. he’s also the big spoon most of the time.

he talks in his sleep when he’s comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when he’s ‘asleep’.

traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says “caught youu” and carries you in bridal style around the house.

if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.

put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.

you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.

i’ve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. he’s just silly like that.

contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.

a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?

he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you he’s a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesn’t mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, i’ll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.

quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.

likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe he’s a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.

too good at nipple play.

nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.

talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!

in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think it’s really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.

crack jokes during it, he’s quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex won’t be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.

doesn’t give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.

@uzurakis

[hippiepowrs]

one night lookin' pretty

eddie munson x fem!metalhead!reader

you and eddie hate school dances, but you decide to go to the prom this year--with someone who isn't eddie. eddie does not like that, but can't say anything.

a/n: this is my first longer fic so i hope you like it. prom season is coming up so this is kinda self indulgent (as if all my fics aren't). this one is for all my weird girls out there! title from one night in the city by dio btw. :)

warnings: hurt/comfort. angsty for a while but gets fluffy. swearing. a guy being a total asshole to reader. reader wears a dress. reader and eddie both self-described as 'freak.' eddie being a jealous and insecure idiot. both are oblivious as fuck. eddie is REALLY dorky. eddie's backstory and parents--i did not read that book so i don't care if it's canon. idiots in love in the end. pretty cliche but i don't care!

wc: 3.8k

It’s prom night, and Eddie is sitting alone on his couch. Without you. 

Usually, you guys skip every school event together in favor of watching a shitty movie and smoking half of his stock, but tonight was different. Someone asked you to the prom, and it wasn’t him. 

He’s been acting off for the past two weeks, you noticed. He’s been quiet and snappy, and has been opting to jack up the stereo instead of talk on your drives home. When you asked him what was wrong, he pushed you away. So, you left him alone about it. He made it clear he wanted his space.

He didn’t even want to show up to see you in your dress. You called him last night to see if he would come over–he told you he was sick. He wasn’t fully lying, though. The thought of you going to that stupid school dance with that stupid school boy made him nauseous. It didn’t make sense to him. How did you switch your views on the prom so fast? Months ago, the two of you laughed at the idea of going. Now, you were dressed up all pretty, just like all those popular girls you claimed to hate. He had to watch that sleazy ass car pull into to the trailer park, right up next to his. He’d never admit that he watched you step out of your trailer with that guy, and wished it was him. 

Being completely honest with yourself, your date isn’t even exactly your type. Todd isn’t some freak like you or your friends, but he isn’t a complete asshole either. He asked you in the hallway two weeks ago, and your instinct was to laugh at him. You laughed in his face, but he didn’t budge. He really wanted to take you to the prom, so you told him you’d go. It felt nice to be wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t some rock n’ roll dude like you’re into–it’s not like you’re marrying him. It’s just the prom. 

You and Todd arrive at the Hawkins High gym, hand in sweaty hand. Pushing the anxiety clawing at your throat back down, you give him a smile as you walk to get your photo taken together. The frilly, glittery background reminds you that this place isn’t for you. Again, you push that down. 

The music isn’t really your style, either, but everyone is having so much fun you feel the need to pretend. None of your friends are here, so you’re stuck. Maybe you should have pregamed, you think. Too late now. Todd pulls you onto the dance floor with a fervor you’ve never seen in him. You don’t understand how a person can have so much fun dancing to this shitty music. It’s a lot easier to get through when you pretend that Todd is Eddie, and you’re dancing to mixtapes in his room. You decide not to think about the implications of that right now. When the song ends, you offer to grab punch for the both of you. Maybe it’ll be spiked. 

As you make your way back to Todd, you see him chatting with a few of his friends, and from this distance you can just begin to hear them.

“So, when do I get my twenty bucks from each of you? She’s totally ruining my reputation right now.” He laughs, and your stomach churns.

“Okay, yeah, you proved us wrong. You got her here, you danced, you win.” His friend confirms the fear that’s been looming over you like a dark cloud since Todd first asked you out. 

“You at least better hold onto her long enough to get her home with you tonight, man!” Another friend cackles, and you think you’re going to vomit.

How were you stupid enough to think that he actually liked you?

God, you’re so gullible. 

At least there’s nothing to lose now, you think. Walking over to him, drinks in hand, you dump both of them on his head. They splash on his stupid hair and drench his stupid suit. The music keeps playing. A few people turn to look. The room doesn’t stop for you like some trashy romcom. Everyone just keeps going. 

Storming out to the parking lot, nothing can stop the burning tears from pouring down your face. You slump down against the brick wall, fabric of your dress sticking to the rough sidewalk. The warm spring air feels sticky on your cheeks. You wish you had stayed in with Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You need to call Eddie. Todd drove you here, so it’s either Eddie or walk, and these heels already hurt enough. Your body feels like dead weight as you drag yourself to the payphone on the wall, punching in the number that’s engraved into your heart. 

“Hey.” You greet, choked up. You’re trying to keep your composure. You know it won’t last long.

“…Hey. Havin’ fun with Mr. Popular?” There’s a bitterness to his tone. Usually he would’ve picked up on the fact that you were crying in a split second, but tonight he was too angry.

“Uhm, not really. Could you, uh,” you sniffle, blowing your thin cover, “pick me up? Like, now?”

You can almost hear his demeanor shift over the phone. A beat of silence passes.

“I’ll be right there.” He’s clearly still upset, because he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. But his one-sided irritation can’t override the facts: he cares about you so much that he immediately hops in his van and starts speeding to the school, even faster than normal.

You sit back at the edge of the sidewalk, staring into the empty night over the parking lot. God, this is so cliché. Freak gets taken to prom as a joke; left crying outside. You know how pointless it is to cry over this guy. You don’t even care about him, to be honest. But it’s not really him you’re crying over. It’s the extensive disappointment you repeatedly put yourself through after expecting different results—it’s the fact that you haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie all night. 

As you begin to probe deeper into the ethical implications of falling in love with your best friend, said best friend whips into the parking lot, tires skidding as he pulls right up to you and parks. He drives just how he lives his life—with a sense of urgency and passion you don’t see in many. His van stops diagonally in the middle of the pickup lane, and he hops out of the driver’s side door, so worried he can’t be bothered to close it before sprinting to your side. 

For the past six minutes—which is Eddie’s new personal record on getting to the school from Forest Hills—his mind has been racing with every possibility of what could have happened to you tonight. Maybe Todd had another girl, or is just boring, or maybe you got totally Carrie’d and some assholes poured pig’s blood all over you. Not likely, but hey, you never know the determination of Hawkins’ resident assholes. At least if you got Carrie’d you’d look metal as fuck. That would be a good album cover. But that’s not the point. What he’s more worried about is the possibility that that dickwad touched you in any way. Just the thought is enough for him to completely light up—he got pretty close to breaking his steering wheel from how hard he was gripping it. 

“What happened?” He tries to act nonchalant, but that’s something he’s never been good at. 

Your head is held between your knees, looking down into nothingness. He’s staring daggers into the top of your head, and you can almost feel the fact that he wants to say ‘I told you so.’ Reluctantly, your wet eyes tilt upwards, the rest of your head following. 

“Let’s just talk in the van.” He sighs. 

You don’t budge. Your legs feel far too wobbly to imagine getting up right now. He has zero patience at the moment, it seems, as evidenced by the fact that he almost immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you directly to the passenger’s side of his van. He fumbles with the door handle for a second before setting you down gently in the seat. You watch him drag a frustrated hand over his face through the windshield as he walks back to his side, and although you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re worried that you did. 

The engine roars into life, turning your seat into a makeshift massage chair. Eddie pulls out of the parking lot as quickly as he pulled in, but with a little more focus. He doesn’t turn his music on, which is a bad sign. 

“It was a bet,” is all you can say, voice soft and defeated, “because, of fucking course it was.” You stare out the window, head tapping against the glass as he hits a pothole straight on.

“I told you that asshole was bad news.” His voice is laced with venom. He’s never been good at controlling his anger—especially when it has to do with you. 

You stay silent. Anything you say right now will probably just piss him off more. 

“Why do you—why do you always do this to yourself? You’re always finding these guys that just want to take you out to say they were able to take you out. They treat you like a fucking trophy.” He scoffs. 

You look at him again, tears still silently falling. Even if you wanted to say something to that, you can’t seem to find your voice. 

“I just don’t get it. You’re, like, totally perfect,” he coughs, gripping the wheel harder, “and these guys you find are total douches. You can do so much better.”

“It’s not like there’s anyone better around here,” you mumble while staring out the window, like some kid talking back to their parent for the first time. 

“That’s not my point!” His yell rings out against the hum of the engine, the dull drumming being the only sound left as he hangs a sharp right turn. “I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to find some guy that you throw your morals out the door.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you for a moment before looking back at the road. 

“I haven’t thrown my morals out the door.” You argue softly. 

“Yes, you have! We always said we’d never suck up to the bullshit they want us to do, that we’d never let them turn us normal, and here you are at the fucking prom.”

“Eddie, it’s prom! It’s not like I fucking stabbed my mother!”

“We’re supposed to be the freaks! We’re Hellfire! We piss people off! That’s our whole thing! You can’t just—fuck—just throw that out!” He groans angrily, pulling into Forest Hills, slowing down as you near the Munson trailer. 

“I’m not throwing it out.” You say, much more firmly. 

“You’re throwing me out!” There it goes, the root of the entire issue. He’s always been worried that you’ll find someone cooler, someone less abrasive, someone who will make you laugh and smile more than he can. Logically, he knows that would never happen, but he can’t help his fear. He throws the van into park and slams the door as he gets out. 

Eddie was eight when he met you. He’d been living with Wayne for a little over a year by the time you moved next door, but he was still struggling. His mother left him first, then his father. He missed his mom a lot, but his dad probably caused him more pain, knowing that he had the choice whether or not to stay, but Eddie wasn’t enough. Uncle Wayne was nicer to him than his father had ever been, but that can’t fix a broken kid. 

Then one day, you showed up in your ratty hand-me-downs, a year and a half younger than him. He thought that girls had cooties, but you were different. You didn’t giggle or try to hide your gaze like the other girls did when they made fun of him to each other. Instead, you walked right up to him and said hi. 

You were new, and you didn’t have the best clothes—he could tell you were probably going through something similar to him—so the kids at school kicked you to the curb. You were just as pretty as the other girls, he thought, if not prettier, as much as a seven-year-old can be. But that didn’t really seem to matter to them. Your lunchbox was plain, theirs had characters. 

When the two of you got to be in junior high at the same time, him in the eighth grade and you in sixth, he thought for sure that you would find new, more popular friends. It was incredibly shocking to him that you’d rather hang out with some dorky boy with an ugly buzz cut who’s two grades ahead of you than the other pretty girls, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

He’s lived with that fear constantly since then, always preparing himself to see you walking into school one day in some pastel sweater instead of your band shirts and battle vest. He knows you won’t, he knows you’re better than that, and he feels so guilty for always expecting the worst, but he can’t help it. 

You hop out of the passenger’s side of the van, holding up the skirt of your dress like some elegant princess. But instead of some grand, ornate staircase, you’re simply walking up the concrete steps of the Munson trailer and following Eddie, who’s storming inside. 

“Eddie.” You sound like a scolding mother, tears having dried up a few minutes ago, and you shut the door behind you. “Why do you think so lowly of me?” Your voice cracks with the weight of the question. 

Eyes widening, Eddie never realized quite how much his thoughts could affect you until right now. “I don’t,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I know.”

“You say that, but you always think I’m gonna leave you for someone else. You’re my best fucking friend. I’m not just gonna cut you off at the drop of a hat.”

“I- I know that,” he stammers out, a little shaken. 

“Do you?”

“Look, I,” he sighs, finally turning around, “I’m just scared. I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize how fucking lame I am, and you won’t want to deal with me and all my bullshit anymore.” 

“The world isn’t against you, Eddie.”

He opens his mouth to quip back something snarky, but he closes it as he thinks about your words again. 

“You hate yourself so much that it’s beginning to rub off on me, because I’m friends with you, and if I like you, you think that surely there’s something wrong with me, too.” 

He’s stunned into silence, your words stabbing him straight through the heart. 

“Can you at least tell me why you were being a dick for the past few weeks?” You switch the subject slightly with a sigh. 

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Because of Troy asking you to prom.”

“Todd.”

“Yeah, whatever. He was my problem.”

“Why were you mad at me for that, though?”

“I knew he was gonna hurt you.”

“You didn’t say anything about that, though. You just said he was an ass once and then pushed me away for two straight weeks.”

Standing in the middle of the dark trailer, Eddie is presented with two options: confess his lifelong, undying love for you, or don’t. He knows that the only good and honest explanation he can give you involves a love confession, and he hates lying to you. But one thing trumps the fact that he hates lying to you, and it’s that Eddie is a complete and utter pussy. 

Eddie is, and always has been, a pussy. In middle school, you acted as his bodyguard—self-appointed, and very passionate—which only made him get bullied worse. You didn’t care. You’d defend him until the end of time. You’d take a hundred tugs to your ponytail or face-plants in the lunchroom so that he wouldn’t have to. You weren’t very loud or talkative in school, until it came to defending Eddie. 

To Eddie, you’re this glowing beacon of light and hope in his life. Everything good comes from you. And if he confesses his feelings to you, and you don’t feel the same, that pillar comes crashing down. 

But…what if? What if you did feel the same? That’s stupid, he thinks. Clearly you don’t, because otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to prom with another guy. And he’s sure you already know about his big, fat crush, and you’re choosing to act like you don’t notice.

“I’m sorry.” You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fingering riffs on the side of his thigh. 

“You always get so upset when I talk to guys. It’s not like there can be only one guy in my life.” 

“I know that, it’s just–” This is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. “--I’m jealous, okay?”

“Obviously you’re fucking jealous, dickweed.” As you call him your favorite nickname, the intent behind his words reaches you, and your cheeks begin to heat up. “…Wait.”

“Have you seriously not picked up on this yet?” Eddie is genuinely surprised at your reaction. “You—you’re perfect, you know that? You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and I don’t know how you do it.” His voice is softer than normal. 

“Yeah, but—like, are you serious?” You ask. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve been, like, totally into you forever. I’m surprised Gareth or Jeff didn’t say anything to you.”

“They did a while ago, but I thought they were messing with me.” 

“Okay, I honestly can’t blame you for that.”

A moment passes in silence, and you think about how to respond. 

“You know, I didn’t really want to go with Todd.”

“What? Why did you then?”

“I hoped that you would ask me,” you admit, eyes drifting to your feet, “but it was kind of a stupid thing to expect.”

His jaw goes slack as he hears you speak. 

“I guess that I’ve just kinda had this pipe dream where we’d go to prom together, and I’d be able to dress up all pretty, and we could dance together.” You avoid his gaze, until you hear him scurrying down the hallway. 

He emerges back out with his stereo in one hand and a cassette in the other, scrambling to place it down on the kitchen table and shoving the tape inside. He immediately skips to the song he has in mind. The familiar sound of Tommy Lee’s piano starts from beside you, and before you can figure out what’s happening, he’s offering his hand to you. 

“May I have this dance?” 

A smile grows on your face. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” Your insult doesn’t come without placing your hand in his. He’s bright red, and he’s never slow danced in his life. 

Mötley Crüe’s Home Sweet Home is interrupted occasionally by the sound of feet stepping on feet and the subsequent ow!’s that follow, as well as the flustered giggling of two idiots in love. 

Eddie pulls you a little closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, “sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

He feels extremely underdressed compared to you, him in his favorite torn up pair of black jeans and an Exodus muscle tee, and you in your stunningly gorgeous dress, looking prettier than any princess he could ever imagine. 

“Thank you,” you mumble back, flustered, “you don’t look too—fuck!—too bad yourself, you know.” A playful giggle comes with your words, and a huge grin grows on Eddie’s face. 

“Yeah?” He teases, looking right in your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you giggle, staring right back. 

Leaning in, he lets out a nervous laugh before pressing his lips to yours. It’s not some magical explosion of energy that cures all your problems and fixes world hunger; but his lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like weed, gummy worms and a hint of shitty beer, and it feels right. 

You kiss him a few more times before the song ends, all quick and chaste but completely full of love. Pulling you along with him, not wanting to let go, he pauses the tape and the trailer goes quiet again. 

“Was I better at that than Troy?”

“Todd.”

“Point still stands, fuckface.”

Eddie drags you down the hall to his bedroom, the familiar ambiance warming you like a comforting blanket. Jumping onto the bed with a plop, the boy pats beside him invitingly.

“Can I change first?” You ask, ecstasy of the moment wearing off, allowing you to remember how itchy this damn dress is.

“‘Course. Your shirt is clean if you want it.” He calls it your shirt, but it was his at one point. The old Metallica tee used to be his favorite one, too, which meant it got a lot of wear and tear. But then you started wearing it at sleepovers, and it quickly became your shirt. Eddie didn’t like to wash it afterward because it smelled like you. He always felt like a creep for that.

Your hand tries its best to wrap around and pull the impossibly tiny zipper down, but it doesn’t want to budge. Eddie, watching you as intently as ever, quickly notices and jumps up to help you. His fingers move to your waist, soft and nimble, and gently undo the zipper for you. You let your dress fall to the ground, and he looks away, flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in your underwear before, but now it feels a lot more serious.

Quickly throwing on the hole-filled Metallica shirt and a clean pair of his boxers, both of you hop back into his bed. You’ve shared plenty of nights here before, but once again, now it feels different. You sense that it will become a common theme for your life in the near future. His hands snake back around your waist and pull you next to him, and you allow your head to rest against his chest.

“So… does this mean you’re, like, my girlfriend now, or what?” A goofy smirk is plastered across his face as he asks. 

You try to playfully shove him off of you, to no avail. “Are you seriously fucking asking me that?” You’re trying so hard to act angry, but your giggles give you away.

“Yes, yes it does.” You seal it with a kiss. Then one on his cheek, and the other, and his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

reblogs and notes always appreciated! | requests are open!

[vrystalius]

Hihi! Firstly, I love your writings. For English not being your first language, I would not have guessed. Your English is brilliantly used and translated throughout. Secondly, I did have an ask, but I do want to put it out there that I am only now finishing the Hashira Training Arc. (Also, thank you for the heads up on the Sanemi post about it being after Infinity Castle...I have it marked to read after I get through that Arc :D ). Okay, so actual ask: Ahem, could I possibly ask/somehow con you into doing a short or head cannon with either Sanemi or Kyojuro having an s/o with confidence anxieties; like a family that always told them they would never be good enough kind of thing? If this is a no, no worries. It's kind of darker so I get it but I was just curious. Thank you for your works and your time. I look forward to reading your new things as they come :)

❔Confidence issues

You have don’t have enough confidence to become a swordsman. What does your S/O think?

Note: Thank you so much for requesting and liking my works! Compliments like these really make my day <3 I hope you don’t mind that I added Yorichii. You didn’t tell me about kind of confidence anxieties you’d like me to write about, so wrote it about becoming a swordsman against your family’s wishes and them disapproving heavily. I hope you enjoy anyway!

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Yorichii x gn!reader

(Heavy Spoilers for Yorichii’s backstory in Yorichii’s part)

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa 💚

What? You don’t have the confidence to become a demon slayer? Seriously? You’re one of the most talented slayer- no- person Sanemi ever met! And you dare to doubt your own abilities? C’mon now.

“The fuck are you even talking about? Are you serious right now?”

Sanemi is feeling a mix of utter confusion and anger towards you for being insecure. He’s seriously baffled at where you even got the idea of from. Whatever you did amazed him: your fighting, your clothes (even if you are wearing the uniform, it just fits you much better than anyone else), your breathing style, your hobby, the way you walked or even talked to him, in his eyes you are beautiful and amazing.

He’d confront you about it. Where’d you get this idea even from? But after finding out that your insecurities mainly were because of your family’s nagging and disapproval, Sanemi got furious. You’ll need to either talk him out of beating your relative’s ass or hold him back by tackling him to the ground and THEN talk him out of it.

Now, from this day on, Sanemi will try his best to make you more confident in yourself. In his eyes, you are the most perfect and talented person. Sanemi feels like he should the one who should feel insecure. You’re so patient and understanding with him and you manage to calm him down by just simply touching his arm, it’s almost embarrassing. You are so absolutely gorgeous to him in every way. He feels like he doesn’t deserve you in any way.

Sanemi is not the biggest fan of you wanting to join the Demon Slayer Corps, but he’ll encourage you to keep training and fighting anyway. He’ll make time in his day to train you personally and to spar with you, making sure to point out your improvement.

“Hey, you’re even faster than yesterday! Keep this up and you’ll beat my ass in no time! You’re doing great.”

❤️‍🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku ❤️‍🔥

You’re so funny! You? Not confident in your skills or talents? Hahaha!

…

Wait. You’re not joking?

“But my flame, what made you think that? You’re almost as strong as the other hashira!”

Kyojuro’s first reaction was to laugh at your face. Surely you were joking! Your breathing technique is controlled and powerful and your slashing is accurate and swift. If you’d receive proper hashira training, you’ll be on his level in no time! Demons will sense your presence from a mile away!

But after seeing how your face faded into frown, Kyojuro silenced himself immediately. He apologises loudly and bowed to you. You are so talented and powerful, he seriously thought you were joking! What made you think like this in the first place? Did someone upset you? If so, he’d need a word with them!

After finding out your insecurity stems mainly from your family, he’ll suggest to speak to them. Kyojuro believes he can teach them wrong by pointing every single perfect thing about you. But if he did, he’d be there all day and night.

But if that’s not what you want, he’d totally understand. Kyojuro would then continue point everything perfect and talented about out to you instead! You need to see yourself from his perspective! You are good enough, you are loved and you are talented!

And he did so until you had to physically stop him with either a kiss or shoving food into his mouth.

Kyojuro means well. He wants you to see yourself the way he sees you: his talented, amazing and beautiful partner. From this day on, he’ll make sure to compliment you every day and on whatever you are doing. Even if it’s a little silly.

“Your kisses are especially tender today! Your affections set my heart ablaze, my flame!”

Bonus:

☀️ Yorichii Tsugikuni ☀️

Yorichii understands where you are coming from. He feels the exact same way, since his father beat it into his skull every day: He’s a failure, shouldn’t have been born and that he should’ve killed him at birth, regardless about how much his mother protested.

He is incredibly self-doubting and insecure himself, wich only increased after loosing Uta so brutally and his brother to Muzan’s luring. He is a person not worth remembering and not worth of being called a demon slayer, perhaps not even worth living. So it surprised him that you expressed similar insecurities.

“My sun, you are a very capable slayer. If not for you, we wouldn’t have beheaded this many demons together, and I surely would’ve struggled on my own.”

Yorichii would talk to you about your insecurities. Why do you feel this way? What made you think this? How can he show that you are wrong?

All of the sudden you tell him that him being such a strong slayer, in addition to your family’s behaviour and words, made you so insecure. Yorichii feels terrible for being partly responsible of making you feel even more insecure.

Yorichii a very quiet man, preferring to listen rather to talk. But for you, he’ll try to speak up more. The way you just swung your sword at the demon, that was excellent sword-handling. Your foot movement you did back there was very impressive, he should learn from you. Your cooking is excellent, this is now his new favourite dish. Your craftsmanship, no matter if you sketch, write or whatever, looks very well made and beautiful.

“You look very beautiful today, my light. Could you show me your stance from yesterday? I’d like to learn from you.”

💠

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed. I would also like to credit my cat as a co-author.

My masterlist for the hashira.

My masterlist for the demons.

Make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough.

Take care of yourselves <3

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hi,

I just stumbled upon your blog and I am already obsessed with your stories.🥰 Your writing style and the way you describe the characters is simply amazing.

Anyways, I‘ve got an idea for a one-shot, could you please write one, where the reader is Dr.Lecters patient and they bump into a very distraught Will after his session and start talking to him. Hannibal get‘s jealous, because he thinks Will is interested in the reader,after the conversation ended, tension is really high during her sessions and it get‘s steamy in the end.(nsfw?)

Hannibal x Reader: What's mine is mine

Warning: smut, oral ( f receiving), no use of y/n, penetration ( p in v), possessive behavior, jealous Hannibal, anger, not proofread, gn reader, female anatomy.

Word count: 1,2 K

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I've told you a thousand times that that door is for exiting clients only and you continue to use it.”

“Oh come on Hannibal you know how i hate using the other door. That empty waiting room always puts me on edge.”

“And talking with another patient is prohibited, you know that.”

You spin on your heels, angrily looking at your therapist.

“For the love of god hannibal! Did you see what he looked like? He was shaking so much I thought he was having some sort of seizure!”

You’d stumbled onto a very distressed will on your way into your appointment and simply couldn’t feel like you needed to help him.

“I'm surprised you let him leave at all. That man was a complete wreck.”

“It is my job to know what my clients need.”

“Clearly you're not doing it very well.”

You could tell you’d hit a nerve because instead of debating you Hannibal simply closed the door and stomped over to his chair. You shook your head. You didn’t understand why Hannibal was so worked up about you talking to Will. It’s not like you’d done anything wrong.

And the truth was you hadn't done anything wrong. If anything you’d shown you were an empathetic person. You weren’t the issue. Will was. Or more accurately, Hannibal's jealousy of Will was. Seeing you talk to Will had sent Hannibal into a sort of spiral. In his mind you belong to him but in reality you don't.

“Okay what the hell is up with you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh so is your face just stuck like that now? You gonna give me the stink eye for the rest of the session? I mean come on! You’re acting like you caught me kissing him.”

Hannibal's body tensed at your words. He forced himself to open his mouth.

“Did you want to?”

“What?”

“Did you want to kiss him?”

“Oh for fucks sake what does that have to-”

“Answer the question.”

Hannibal had risen from his seat. He walked over to you boxing you against him and the wall behind you. You looked up at him staring into his eyes. Hannibal was so close to you that you could smell his perfume. You took a shaky breath in.

“No.”

“What?”

“No, I didn't want to kiss him. I’m not interested in him.”

No in him but in someone. That's what your words sounded like to Hannibal. He desperately needed to find out who you were interested in. Even if it meant having to get them out of his way. 

“Who then?”

“You’re kidding right?”

Hannibal continued to stare at you as he awaited you to answer his question. You shook your head at him.

“You’re such an idiot.”

You pushed forward, hitting Hannibal's shoulder with yours as you moved away from him. Hannibal grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting too far.

“Who?”

You tugged your arm out of his grip, turning to face him. You looked pissed, it caught Hannibal off guard.

“You! It’s you, you ass!” 

Hannibal stared at you. You’d never yelled at him before. He felt rooted to his spot. He barely noticed you moving forward before you were tugging his tie. You gave him a bruising kiss. He moved to wind his hand around your waist but before he could you pushed off him.

“There. Satisfied?”

No. He would never be satisfied. He could still taste you on his tongue. And the taste was addicting. He surged forward grabbing your head with his hand. He shoved his mouth against yours, kissing you roughly. You let him, your hands moving to grip his suit jacket. The two of you stumbled across the room, hands wildly pulling at each other's clothes. Somewhere in the middle of the process you’d managed to unbutton Hannibal's shirt and he’d managed to remove your pants. Your body fell onto the loveseat, hand moving to tug Hannibal on top of you. He kissed at your skin, his hand moving to shove your shirt up. You gasped as his hands cupped your breast, kneading them in his hand. 

“Oh Hannibal!”

God he loved the way you sounded, gasping his name. He placed a kiss to the valley of your breasts before insching himself lower. He placed small kisses all over your stomach. You watched him with glazed eyes, observing him until he was on his knees before you. He tugs your underwear off your body, moving to place it in his back pocket. You raise your eyebrows to him and all he does is shrug. You squeal as Hannibal tugs you closer to him. He leaned his head down until he’s inches from your pussy. You bite your lip in anticipation. As soon as Hannibal's tongue makes its way to your fold you can’t help but throw your head back. Hannibal grips onto your thighs as you squirm against the loveseat. 

“Oh fuck. There! Hannibal there- shit!”

Hannibal grinned against your pussy, reveling in the way your hand grabs onto his hair in desperation. His fingers moved inside you, helping his tongue in his task to make you cum. You could feel yourself clenching around Hannibal's fingers, silently telling him you were close. If that wasn’t enough the high pitched moans you kept letting out should have been a sign. Hannibal sucked at your clit and you were a goner. Your hand gripped onto the love seat as you came. Hannibal watched you breath for a moment before beginning to climb over you. You tugged him down for a kiss, tugging at his hair. He bit your lip in return. 

Hannibal's dick nudged against your thigh, his pre cum mixing with your own juices. You smiled up at him, wrapping your legs around him. Hannibal took the hint, moving to align his dick with your entrance. He glanced at you for a moment, awaiting your approval. You gave him a small nod. He moved slowly into you. Once he’d bottomed out Hannibal stopped moving, giving you time to adjust. You opened your mouth in a silent moan, brows furrowing as you felt Hannibal twitch inside you. He desperately wanted to move but he would wait for you okay.

“Jesus Hannibal, what are you waiting for? Move!”

Well that was one way to put it. 

Hannibal began to thrust into you, his movements growing more rapid as your pleasure increased. He placed one of his feet on the ground, attempting to give himself more strength. You drew a breath in as he rocked into you rapidly. Hannibal leaned down tugging one of your breasts into his mouth. He sucked at your nipple, making sure to leave a mark. From the way you clenched around him he could tell you enjoyed it so he continued his ministrations. 

“Are you almost there?”

“Uhum please don’t stop-fuck-please i’m…”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, fingers digging into Hannibal's shoulder as you came. Hannibal felt you sag beneath him, taking it as his chance to guide your movements. His hands found your hips gripping them tightly as his thrusts began to flatter. Pretty soon Hannibal seed spilled into your walls. He laid down beside you, pulling your body closer into his.

“Remind me to make you angry more often.”

“Careful dear. That's a dangerous game.”

“Maybe that's how I like it.”

[justmeinadaze]

Little Girl Gone Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part 1 Here

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (Slightly Mean) Steve/ Fem Doctor Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading (lightly), choking, spanking, Slight FLUFF, they like her

ANGST: Obviously (and not just cause I'm me), Boys interrogate Andrew (mentions of punching him and making him bleed, stabbing his hand), mentions of shootings, mentions of Child Abuse (definitely trigger warning), Eddie talks about an incident with his father that lead to him "getting his ass beat", mentions of Andrews abuse upbringing. Eddie talks about his fears of having another partner brought into his particular life style. Steve get a little short with the reader in the beginning but he apologizes. Cliffhanger ending again because I can :)

Word Count: 6818

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

The man in front of you screamed in pain as Steve grabbed his arm and pried the weapon from his hand, shoving him to the ground. He hastily passed it to the gangster before stepping over the person you had just shot in the shoulder.

“Y/N, give me that.” The adrenaline and fear of what you just did coursed through you as your hands shook. You knew he was speaking but you couldn’t understand a word. “Y/N! GIVE ME THE GUN NOW!”

A heavy exhale left his lips as you pointed the weapon at him causing him to pause as he held his hands up once again. 

“Honey, everything’s ok. Hey, look at me. No. Don’t look at him. Focus on me, baby.”, Steve cooed as your eyes constantly flicked to the gangster in pain and bleeding on your living room floor. “I’m sorry I shouted. I’m not angry with you and neither is Eddie. Right, Ed?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“See? You did good, baby girl. Now, remember what we said about letting us take control?” Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you nodded eliciting a soft smile from him. “Good. That’s good. Can you let us take care of this for you? Can you give me my gun, Y/N?”

Slowly, he inched closer to you, extending one of his hands as he continued to whisper praise.

“Good. Good, baby. You’re so brave. I’m going to grab the gun now, ok?” 

You nod your head a bit to aggressively and once again he smiles as he reaches for his weapon. After gradually removing it from your grip, Steve yanks you to him as he firmly presses your face into his chest.

“Everything’s going to be ok, Y/N. I promise. Stay right here with Ed and I’m going to grab my radio real quick just to make sure no one calls in the noise. I’ll be right back, ok?”, he instructed, running down the hallway once you confirmed. 

“Hey. How did you know where we were?”, Eddie growled from his place on his heels beside the other man. When he didn’t respond, he roughly grabbed his collar and tugged him upright. “Answer me.”

Andrew spit in the gangster’s face and he threw him back down, kicking him in the stomach for good measure. 

“Alright, here’s some pants, honey. I want you to get dressed and put on some shoes. You’re coming with us.”

“We should take her to my loft. The boys and I can watch out for her till we get all this resolved.”

“Am I not safe?”

Both sets of eyes turned to glance your way at your question and before they said a word you knew the answer. 

“Definitely not now after you shot one of Jason’s men.”, Andrew laughed sarcastically. “As soon as he finds out, he’s going to send people to rip you apart, you fucking whore!”

Steve stepped towards him, pressing his foot against the bullet wound making the man howl in pain.

“Shut. Up.” After his last word, the officer punched him in the face so hard it knocked the man out. “Y/N, come on. I need you to focus! Put these on and grab your shoes—”

You palm collided with his cheek hard and Eddie hastily placed himself between you two.

“This is all your fault! I told you I never wanted to see either of you again!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you protesting last night!”

“Fuck you, Steven!”

“You don’t get to fucking call me by my name like that, little girl. You will show me the respect I fucking deserve!”

 “HEY!”, Eddie bellowed, silencing you both. “Steve, grab this asshole and put him in the trunk of your cruiser. We’ll interrogate him in my building. Do you think you can manage that?”

With his eyes never leaving your own, he nodded before turning to do what the gangster commanded. Once the officer was out of sight, he faced you, gaze and tone equally as intense. 

“Put on your clothes and pack anything you may need for the next couple of days. After we find out how he knew where we were and make sure it’s safe, you can come back home.” When you started to protest, his eyes darkened to a level that told you it was time to listen. “This isn’t a negotiation. You’re coming with us. Now, we’ll be leaving in 15 minutes whether you have a bag or not so I would stop wasting time and do as we say. Do I make myself clear?”

Scoffing in annoyance, you begin to head towards your bedroom to pack but a ringed hand abruptly grabbed your bicep holding you in place. 

“I said do I make myself clear? I don’t like being ignored.”

“And I don’t like random gangsters breaking into my apartment.”, you sass. 

His eyes continued to bore into yours as his grip remained steadfast; neither of you willing to back down. 

“This is the second time in two days you’ve saved my life.” Eddie’s sentence threw you off guard as a shaky, nervous breath escaped your lips at his change in tone. “I’d like to return the favor by saving yours.” Releasing his hold on you, you gave him one final glance before running to your bedroom.

***

The Munson gang ran an entire area of Hawkins but the head himself had an entire building dedicated to him and his business. It was common knowledge that this was a place meant for certain people for certain reasons but rumors around town said police could never get a warrant or find anything incriminating to seize it and arrest people inside. 

“Stay by me and don’t say a word.”, Eddie commanded, flashing you a comforting smile when you nodded. 

Steve parked his cruiser around back, taking a side entrance so no one would see him going in, let alone with one of the rival gang’s men over his shoulder.

As you entered through the front door, the gangster’s entire demeanor shifted into a more authoritative one as he stood up as straight as he could and hardened his features. 

“Hey, Mr. Munson. We were really worried about you.”, a doorman greeted at the front desk. 

“I’m fine, Marcus. No reason to worry. I’m going to my loft; can you make sure no one bothers me? I don’t care if it’s the fucking mayor. Tell ���em Edward Munson is busy.”

“Yes, sir.”

You watch with wide eyes as he motions for a man in a security uniform with his finger and whispers something you can’t hear into his ear. As you both stroll towards the elevator, a bunch of men run past you and exchange words with the man before disappearing from your view. 

As the doors close, Eddie pushes the top floor button, noticing your eyes scan the other floors. 

“These two floors are for men that work for me. Most of them are people who can’t afford homes or a place to stay so I set them up here. This one is for the kids and people to relax. There’s a pool there and a bar for everyone to have a good time. In this job you need to know when to let go and let your hair down.”, he smiles softly as he continues. “The floor above that is where we keep supplies and do planning if we need to. I have an office there as well that I work from when meeting with partners and things like that. And this…” 

The elevator door dings as it opens to a small hallway leading to a door that the man opens and gestures for you to enter. 

“This is my apartment.”

Your jaw drops as you step inside and marvel at the gothic style décor of the massive space he called home. There were many feets of open space filled with black furniture to match the setting. Along the walls were different guitars as well as media posters including multiple bands you imagined were his favorites. Near the open kitchen area was a set of stairs that led directly to his open bedroom where you were able to see a huge comfy looking mattress next to a window and a nightstand with some books you couldn’t make out from where you were standing. 

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Definitely a step up from a trailer.”

Steve banged the front door open as he wrestled with the man in his grip and tossed him roughly to the floor. 

“He was awake when I opened my trunk.”, he grunted in frustration as he headed towards the dining room table to grab a chair. 

“Y/N, why don’t you put your stuff on the couch and go to that fourth floor I mentioned. There’s a kitchen and you can—”

“I’d like to stay…please…”

Eddie’s eyes scanned you carefully as he delicately took hold of both your arms. 

“Pretty girl, what’s about to happen isn’t going to be pleasant. You’ve already dealt with and seen enough these past few days.”

“I’ve seen a lot most of life.”, you breathily chuckle. “Especially in my field. I just…this involves me to and I want to know how worried I should be. Plus…”, you glance towards the officer who was tying the rival gangster to his seat. “I’m scared and I feel like the safest place for me to be is next to you two. You promised me that…that you’d keep me safe.”, you whisper.

After pushing some of your hair behind your ear, he kissed your forehead before heading towards a closet off to the side. As Steve backed away from Andrew, it was just then that you noticed his chest was bare except for his holster making you salivate at how delicious he genuinely looked. The sound of his throat clearing brought you back to reality when your eyes landed his smirking face.

“Caught you.”

“I was, um, I was looking at your abs—”

“I bet you were.”

“At your bruises, officer.” His grin grew as he placed himself in front of you. “You’re going to aggravate your wounds if you keep doing things like this.”

“Doing what? Lifting people over my shoulder?” His strong palms take hold of your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the kitchen counter nearby. “I think I’ll be ok. Look, I’m…I’m sorry I was short with you back there. What you did was incredibly brave.”

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I smacked you.”, you murmur as you cup his face causing Steve to sigh happily as his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Are you sure you want to be here for this, honey? It’s not just what we’re about to do to this man but who we have to become.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise when he feels your lips softly connect with his own before his eyes open again to meet yours. 

“I want to see it.”

Nodding, he removes his holster and places it beside you just as Eddie comes up beside him, handing him some brass knuckles.

“I want you to know, Y/N, that what you are about to see is NEVER a way we would talk to or treat you. You never have a reason to be afraid of us.”

Eddie’s tone was a mixture of soft but strong as if he desperately needed you to understand this. It made you wonder if past relationships they had been in especially himself were scared away by the behavior they were about to display. Or maybe this particular man had experienced behavior like this on himself from someone he trusted. 

Again, you weren’t sure what it was about these men but you trusted them when they said this even reaching for the gangster’s face and kissing his lips. 

Flashing one last comforting smile, you watched as their faces slowly fell, their eyes darkening as they slipped into a particular headspace and turned around to face the unlucky man tied to the chair. 

***

“You know, I think it’s funny…that you two keep lying to this woman…you and I both know you can’t keep her safe.”, Andrew chuckles as he throws his head back to glare up at them. “You couldn’t even keep him safe!”, he sasses as his eyes gesture towards Steve.

They both smile at each other and Eddie places his hands on his knees as he dips his head into the man’s eyeline. 

“How did you know where we were?”

“Lucky guess?”

You jumped as Steve’s fist flew, hitting the gangster in the face so hard that blood flew from his lips.

“I always find it funny myself that Jason keeps men like you around who have zero insight whatsoever.” As Eddie spoke the officer continued to deliver blows to different parts of Andrew’s body. “Because if you did, you’d realize how much trouble you’re actually in.”

“Fuck…you…”

“How did you know where we were?”

Another witty retort, another punch delivered. They went around like this for a while with both men getting nowhere. As your eyes scanned the rival gangster, you noticed even with considerable amount of damage he received, he didn’t seem to be phased at all. While this lifestyle was rough and Andrew had probably been punched many times there was no way he could still be as cognitive as he was.

 “Were you beat up a lot as a kid?” Your voice cut through the chaos as all the men glanced your way. “Since you were a child, maybe?” 

Steve’s eyes scanned the bleeding man as his jaw clenched and he tried to sit up straighter. He had seen this before many times in interrogations. You were on to something.

“H-Hurting him like this won’t get through to him. He should be at the very least passed out by now but it’s kind of like a built-up tolerance. He’s been through this already and since he’s still so young… I would assume either he was bullied—”

“Which wouldn’t be the case, would it, Mr. Jock-I’m-Best-Friends-with-a-Prom-King?”, the cop teased. 

“…Or he grew up with it in his house.” 

Eddie’s gaze shifted from you back to Andrew as he folded his arms and waited for a response.

“Well look at that, Andy. It looks like you and I have some things in common.”

The gangster casually reached into his pocket and flipped open his switch blade eliciting a small whine from you at the action as the veins in arm flexed while holding it to the man’s throat. Why was that so fucking hot?

“Your father was a businessman if I’m not mistaken, just like my friend here.”, he muses as he pats Steve’s shoulder. “From the stories I’ve heard from him, I’m not surprised your dad was an asshole. Me on the other hand, I had the head of a mafia corporation as a parent. Trust me, Al definitely knew how to teach me and my mom a lesson.” The knife he was holding gradually traveled down Andrew’s chest to his stomach. 

“One day while he was at work, I stole a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand thinking with how much that man smokes he’d never notice. Joke was on me because when he got home, he dragged me out of bed and threatened to cut off my fingers if I didn’t tell him the truth.”

Abruptly, Eddie slams the blade into the man’s hand making him scream before Steve covered his mouth. 

“I told him what he wanted to hear and fucker still beat my ass.”, he laughs sarcastically. “How did you know where we were.” When all Andrew did was cry and whine, he twisted the knife causing him more pain. 

“I followed you! I fucking followed Steve from the station! Goddamn it!”

“Did you tell Jason where you were going?”

“NO! The last time I called him was as this fucking dumbass left! Jason told me, to grab you and kill Steve if he got in the way! I didn’t even know anyone else was in the apartment! If I had I would have fucking taken her out.”, he spat through gritted teeth. “Jason doesn’t care about your fucking whores, you fucking dick!”

As Andrew kept shouting obscenities, Eddie slowly moved till he was standing directly in front of you and his fingers reached out to caress your cheek. 

“But, oh, just you wait! Because when I tell him what happened, he’s going to torture them both in front of you so you can watch them fucking suffer! Sweetheart, I don’t know what these assholes promised you but I assure you aligning yourself with them is the biggest mistake you’ll ever making make!”

“Close your eyes, baby.”

As soon as you do what he says, you squeak and cover your ears as the deafening sound of a gun rings loud through the room. 

“Don’t open them until one of us says, ok?”

You nod as you listen to them move quickly around you. Eddie makes a phone call to a couple of his men and murmurs instructions to them when they come up to his home. Mid way through everything, you feel strong arms grip your wrists to wrap your arms around a sweat dripping neck. 

“It’s alright, honey. It’s just me. Hold on tightly, alright?”, Steve cooed as he lifted you off the counter and carried you up the stairs before placing you on a mattress. “You can open your eyes now.”

As you carefully pry them open, you are met with the officer’s soft honey irises as he kneeled in front of you on his knees. After removing your shoes and pants, he notices your hands that you had placed in your lap were subtly shaking. 

“Everything’s ok, baby girl. He was just shouting those things to rattle you. Andrew was never the carefullest criminal. I know he was Jason’s friend but I’m surprised he kept him around with all the mistakes that kid made.” His large hands cover your own as his thumbs comfortingly rub against your skin. “Eddie and I aren’t like that. We are very meticulous especially when it comes to each other. We aren’t going to let anyone fucking hurt you.”

You only muster a small nod before Steve tilts you back against the pillow and pulls the covers up to your shoulders. 

“Steve? Will you stay with me please?”

“Yeah, um, let me clean up a bit.”

Once everything was resolved, Eddie exhaustedly climbed up his stairs, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before freezing at the sight in front of him. You and his boyfriend were fast asleep on his bed with you seemingly gripping his hand for dear life. Steve had placed his arm around your waist but you intertwined your fingers with his own and clung to his arm like child holds a teddy bear. He was the big spoon to your little one and for the first time in a long while the man he loved seemed to be sleeping peacefully. 

Carefully, he slid in beside you, kicking his shoes gently to the floor, and drifting off to sleep himself. 

############

“10-4 that’s a negative on Officer Harrington. If anyone gets eyes on him please be advised the captain is looking for him.”

Steve’s eyes groggily shot open just as Eddie rolled over to unclip the walkie from his vest on the floor and hand it to him just above your head. 

“Yeah, hey 10-4. Officer Harrington here. Does…Does he need me to come in?”

“For your shift? Yes, he would appreciate that.”

Checking his watch, he bolted awake and jumped from the bed to hastily put on his clothes. 

“Shit. I’m sorry. I overslept. These 48hr days are killing me. Tell the captain I’m on my way! Over and out.”

“Are you late, Steven?”, Eddie joked as he cracked his eyes open to watch the man fumble with his wardrobe. 

“Fucking…woman is like a valium. I’ve never slept so…heavy in my life.”, he mumbled as he threw on his vest and double checked to make sure all his equipment was attached. 

“Is it her or the long hours you’ve been working lately to protect me?”

“Is she staying with you today?”

“Way to avoid the question, sweetheart. That’s up to her. Since Jason and the rest of them don’t know about her she can go home and we can follow through with leaving her be.”

Steve paused, letting his shoes dangle in his hand as what the man was saying fully sunk in.

“Oh, I guess you’re right. I just, um…”

Eddie’s eyes fully open as he sits up and leans his head on the officer’s shoulder while comfortingly rubbing his back. 

“I know. I like her to but she really needs to think about if this is a life she wants to be a part of. We didn’t exactly have a choice but she does.”

***

When you wake up, you find yourself alone in bed again but as the familiar panic washed over you, the smell of bacon and eggs settles your worried brain. Glancing beside you, you notice your bag was put on a chair near the bed as well as a towel as if to silently inform you that you could take a shower before coming down if you wished. 

Grabbing your things, you tiptoe into the bathroom and quickly change. When you finally pause and exhale a nervous breath, your gaze shifts taking in the beautiful area before you. The claw tub was exceptionally huge with an equal size attached standing shower. The black tile matched the décor of the rest of the apartment with the white contrast of everything else making the furniture stand out. 

As you pulled up your hair, you took in the items on the sink in front of you taking amusement in the fact that none of it looked expensive. You’d figure as a man who owned this kind of space and ran an entire gang, EVERYTHING he owned would be top-notch. Not to say that you didn’t enjoy the smell of Eddie’s cologne or Steve’s travel sized bottle of hair product. You weren’t the type of woman that needed lavish things and appreciated the fact that it didn’t seem like they did either. 

After spraying on your own body spray, you tossed your things to the floor and took a seat on the bed to slide on your shoes. You didn’t mean to be noisy but you couldn’t help being curious as you took in the things around you. On the wall directly across from you was a framed poster for the movie “Evil Dead” and directly beside that a guitar with a signature scrawled across that you couldn’t make out from where you were.

On the nightstand were regular things such as a clock, cigarettes with an ashtray, and a book you assumed was fantasy by the fantastical cover but a framed photo caught your eye as you lifted it to take a closer look. 

It was an image of the officer and the gangster in bed holding each other with Steve asleep just below Eddie’s bare chest. His tattooed arm extended out in front of him to get them both in frame as he softly grinned while playing with the other man’s hair.

Smiling to yourself you placed the image back down where you found it and quietly opened the drawer below. Your eyes flicked to the gun that was nestled there, ignoring it as you flipped through some papers you found with words that made no sense and sketches of he and his boyfriend in oddly sexy looking Renaissance style garb. 

“Steven Harrington, the salacious, handsome Paladin came to bring justice to Rouge Edward Munson but little did he know that this particular man had a little magic up his sleeve seducing the knight and falling love. Edward had never been in love before but he knew after that night in the Paladin’s carriage, he would do anything for him.”

“I love you to, you nerd.”

You giggle at what you assume is Steve’s comment and place the papers back in the drawer. Near the back was a photo album and your smile grew as you looked at the images within.

“Hm. Steve was right. You are nosey girl.”, Eddie scolded in a light tone as leaned against the railing by the stairs. 

“You really love him don’t you?”, you ask, flashing him a picture of the officer rolling his eyes with a smile as the long-haired man laid himself over his shoulders, locking his hands lazily around his neck. 

“Yeah, I do.”, he answers as he comes to sit beside you. “I honestly never thought I would…fall in love you know…and definitely not with a fucking cop but…like that saying says, ‘You can’t control who you fall in love with.’”

The gangster’s eyes carefully watch your face as you continue to flip through the images of them together, only looking away when he noticed you blink as your head tilted. The photo you were looking at was what you guessed was a younger Eddie in front of a woman in a beautiful pink gown with wavy curls like his own. He was grimacing as she kissed his cheek but that didn’t erase the happiness that emitted from his demeanor. 

“Is this your mom?”, you ask and he affirms. “You look like her.”

“Heh. Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much hearing that means to me.” Turning the page, you find a couple more images of them together but as you continue forward you notice his body language change as a 10-year-old Eddie is standing between two men that look vaguely like him. “That was taken right before my dad left me with my uncle.”

“What happened to your mom?”

“She died.”, he sighed as he suddenly grabbed the album from your hand and put it away. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

After following him down, you place yourself on one of the stools and wait patiently for him to slide a plate in front of you with a cup of coffee. You mutter thanks as you begin to eat trying to ignore the fact that the gangster’s chocolate-colored irises were once again burning a hole into your skin as he stared at you.

“When I was six.” Eddie stated matter-of-factly as he leaned over the island close to where you were sitting and continued. “My mother died when I was six. I lived with my dad after that but…let’s just say he wasn’t the best father.”

“Was the story you told last night real?” When he nods, a sad sigh leaves you. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

He shrugs brushing off the feeling of sadness that always washes over him when he talks about this topic. 

“So, yeah, since it seems the Carver’s don’t know about you…I can take you home…and you’ll never hear from us again. I’m, uh, sorry about everything. I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything like that.”

“Oh. Do you want me to leave?”

“No…but I don’t want you to feel trapped either.”, he sighs. “Y/N, we like you so much. I know you said we don’t know you and I understand that but there’s something about you…” When he pauses, you watch as he stands up straighter and hardens his expression like he did when you two first walked into his building. “Steve and I had no choice in the life we chose. Like I told you the other night, I’m a gangster; I kill people. Steve’s killed people and done some other terrible shit that could get him put in prison for the rest of his life. We’re both assholes and as I’m sure you’ve notice have tempers at times. We like to control as much as we can which is hot as hell in the bedroom but can be infuriating anywhere else.”

Stepping around to your side of the island, he swiveled your stool till your body was facing his as his fingers gripped your chin. 

“If you stay you’re ours. No one would hurt you or disrespect you because you’d be ours and everyone knows not to mess with things that belong to me.” Your breathing stuttered as his thumb grazes your lips. “We like that you’re strong with a bit of an attitude but you seem like you can also submit and listen which is perfect for men like us. Because that tells me you can handle us, not just out there but under the covers as well.”

Your eyes close as the tip of his nose grazes yours, the humid air from his breath warming your lips. 

“Or anywhere else we feel like having you. Against your apartment wall, in the back of Steve’s police car, or even… on this countertop.”

Grabbing his face, you bring his lips to your own mewling at the taste of his tongue as it glides along your own. There was an immediate sense of urgency in your movements as if you didn’t have him now you would implode. 

“Wait… your cut—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Trust me. Fuck.”, he groans, pulling you out of your chair and spinning you around to bend your top half over the marble in front of you. 

Eddie hastily yanks down your pants and panties before fumbling to free his cock from his shorts and spitting in his hand as he strokes it along his length. With his palm pressed to the small of your back, you both moan as he runs his tip between your folds, collecting your slick, and guides himself into your core. 

“Oh fuck. Steve was right. Fuck, princess, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, baby? Does my dick feel good?” You whine at his question, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts allowing him to hit that sensitive inside of you that has your eyes rolling as your head hangs. As one of his palms abruptly smacks your ass, the other grabs a handful of your hair, and tugs you backwards till your feel his lips against the shell of your ear. 

“I asked you something, little girl. When I ask you something I expect a fucking answer. Does my dick feel good stretching your tight little pussy open?”

“I…I can’t…”

Eddie grumbles through clenched teeth as he wraps his arms around you; one looping around your tummy and the other across your chest so his hand can lightly grip your throat. He pressed your back against him and you whimper as he rolls his hips slower but harder, slamming his cock impossibly deep into your cunt.

“You can’t what? You—fuck—you can’t fucking use your words to answer me? Aw, poor pathetic little girl. So dumb off my cock she can’t even speak.” The palm near your stomach travels between your legs and slaps your clit making you jump. “And so sensitive to. I like that.”

Turning your head slightly, you press your forehead against his cheek and Eddie dips his chin so his lips can kiss yours. 

“Y-Your cock…your cock feels so…so fucking good, Eddie!” You rush out your last few words making him grin as he pushes you back down against the counter and pounds into you. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

Your hands clung to the counter as your body shook and you came hard around him. The gangster grunted at the feeling chasing his high until you heard him moan your name under his breath and feel his release warm your insides. 

After he pulled out, you turned your body to face his right as his forehead leaned against your own. Eddie’s eyes were still closed as he continued to pant, his palms resting under your shirt against your lower back. 

“I’m afraid.”, he murmured throwing you off. 

What could a man like him possibly be afraid of? His eyes gradually opened meeting your confused ones before continuing. 

“I wasn’t prepared for Steve nor was I prepared for how much I would come to love and care about him. I would kill for that man and if anyone took him away from me…” He exhaled heavily, shaking his head as if to wipe away the thought entirely. “Like I said, there’s something about you… we weren’t prepared for you either and the way I feel about you after these few days… I’m afraid to be vulnerable like that again. Not just for me but for my business. Another vulnerability is another thing someone can use against me. It’s not just about me when it comes to this gang. I have a lot of people that need me and look up to me…sort of like your patients.”

Your hands cup his face as you tenderly lean forward to kiss his lips.

“Maybe…we all have some thinking to do. I know you said you didn’t have a choice in your lives but you both very much did and do. Being a doctor was who I was meant to be but I very much had a choice of where I opened my clinic and the people I help. I could have turned you both away… I knew Steve wasn’t going to hurt me… but I helped you…”

Eddie nodded in understanding, backing away from you as you two got fully clothed again. 

“Would you like me to drive you home?”

“Please.”

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Steve exhaustedly sauntered into Eddie’s loft, pulling off his gear and everything he didn’t need as he tossed them on the couch. 

“Hey you.”, the long-haired man smiled as he came down the stairs and tenderly kissed the officer as both men fell onto the sofa behind them. 

“How was your day?”

“Long. They’re still looking into Carver’s men being murdered but at some point they’ll give up. The higher ups honestly prefer to let you guys duke it out on your own.”

“Did they mention Andrew?”

“No but it’s too soon for Jason to really be worried yet. I imagine you’ll hear from him before we do.” Steve smiled softly as Eddie’s fingers gently ran through his tussled hair and petted his head. “How’s Y/N?”

“She’s good. We had a bit of a talk today and then I took her back to her apartment—”

“You what?”, the officer interrupted in a sharp tone. “So that’s it? You just said a few words and that was that?! You just took her home?!”

“Steve, calm down—”

“NO! Don’t tell me to calm down!”, he shouts as he rises to his feet. 

“I thought we agreed that if she wanted to go home and be left alone we would honor that.”

“You didn’t even let me get a chance to say how I feel!”

“Oh? How DO you feel, sweetheart? What would you say if she was here right now?”

“I’d say that I fucking care about her! I think she’s witty and kind... She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Besides you, I’ve never wanted to protect and take care of someone more than I do her. Every day I go out there and risk my life but no one fucking cares except you which is one of the many things I love about you. She makes me feel the same way. I feel like she genuinely cares if I’m in pain or hurting.”

“She’s a doctor, babe.”

“It’s more than that, Ed, and I know you know that. FUCK! I wanted to get to know her better. Now she’s going to think we just used her for her clinic and sex. I hate that that’s the last idea she has of us.”

“I don’t think that at all.”

Steve’s head whipped around at your words finding you at the bottom of the staircase in similar pajamas they saw you in when you were watching over Eddie.

“You didn’t let me finish so I thought I’d let you get it all out.”, the gangster smirked. “I was going to tell you I took her back to her apartment because she asked to get a couple of things so she could stay with us for a few days.”

“So we CAN talk and get to know each other better.”

Relief painted Steve’s face as he listened to you speak before determination darkened his eyes and he strides confidently towards you, lifting you into his arms, and carrying you back up the stairs. 

Tossing you onto Eddie’s bed, you couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly but needily tore off your clothes as his lips roamed all over your skin.

“I told you, sweetheart, passionate with a good heart.”, Eddie teases as he takes a seat in the chair beside the mattress. 

You grinned his way as Steve sucked and nibbled on your neck, his pant covered cock grinding against your core as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Fuck. Did you get to feel her today?”, the officer groaned towards his boyfriend as your lips picked up where he left off, trailing down his jawline while your fingers unhooked his belt and tried to push down his trousers.

“I did and you were right.”, the gangster answered as he leaned forward to capture Steve’s lips. “Her pussy is too fucking good and so tight especially when she comes. Just like you, baby.”

You and Steve moan loudly as you grip his length and guide him into your dripping heat making Eddie’s smirk widen as he licks his lips. 

“There you go, pretty boy. Fuck her harder with that big, thick cock. Little girl doesn’t mind it rough, do you baby?” The moment your head shakes, a hand shoots out to pinch your cheeks and adjusts you so your eyes meet his. “What did I say about unanswered questions?”

The man above you pants heavily as he watches your face while his partner’s palm shifts to your throat and squeezes. When he releases his grip, a hiccup and a mewl leave your throat that has Steve grunting aggressively as he pumps into you harder till your eyes close. 

“I…I don’t mind it—shit—I don’t mind it rough. Steve, please.”

“You want to see something that really gets him going?”, the gangster whispered in your ear.

You watch as his palm gently runs through his boyfriend’s hair, down his back, and guides effortlessly over his ass. Steve’s head shot up, his mouth falling open into a wide O as Eddie pushed two of his fingers deep inside of his entrance. 

Pushing up on to one of his palms, he pounded into you making your cunt cling to him as you listened to all the beautiful sounds that fell from his mouth. 

“There you go, baby. Make her cum. Make this good girl cum.”

The coil in your stomach violently snapped, your back arching into his chest as you cried and screamed his name. It was too much for him as Steve fell flat on top of you and chased his high, slamming his seed deep into your body. 

“Are you okay?”, you murmur as you nails run softly down his back. 

“Yeah…fuck…I’m fine. I’m…I’m glad you decided to…to hang around.”, he pants as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Need some water, hun? We ain’t nearly close to being done.”

You both chuckle at Eddie’s words as he tilts down to kiss your lips. 

##############

ONE WEEK LATER

“What’s got you all smiley?”, one of the nurses asks you as she passes by your office.

“Nothing, I’m just happy. Am I not allowed to be happy?!”, you joke as the young lady laughs at your response. 

“You are absolutely allowed to be. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you wear any other emotion beside stress and worry. Dr. Y/L/N wouldn’t have happened to meet a new guy now did she?”

“No…”, you blush. 

“Oh my god, you did! I have to know everything.”

“Isabella, did you come to my office for a reason?”, you deflect.

“Your new patient is here and ready to see you.”

You grin at her as you head down the hallway to the exam room, your grin promptly falling as you read the chart. 

“Izzie, are you sure this is the right file?”

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“No reason.”

Her eyes continue to scan you over as you heavily exhale and open the door, stepping inside. A gentleman in a nice suit and a green button up underneath turned to face you beaming from ear to ear as he stepped closer to where you were standing. 

“Hello there. You must be Dr. Y/L/N. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. I’m Jason Carver.”

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[loving-strawberry]

✶Stray Kids reacting to their s/o ignoring when she's being sexualized✶ (HCS)

Summary: You are being sexualized by people because of your body, but you're so used to this, that you simply choose to ignore that.

It was a request!

A little note: To the person who requested, if you read this, I'm really sorry for what is happening to you:( Also, I couldn't really do exactly as you asked me, because my brain is refusing to cooperate with me sometimes! But I hope you like it!

Warning: Swearing. Some comments about body parts. Mention of food and drinks. Probably some writing errors.

Genre: A bit of angst. Fluff. (I don't know other ones???)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Bang Chan☆

He was simply shocked when this happened for the first time in front of him

You two were just taking a stroll in a park, enjoying together your little time off both of you had that same day, which is a pretty rare occasion

And all of a sudden you hear some nasty and disgusting comments about your body coming from an old man

While poor Chan was feeling sick hearing that someone could say something like this in the a public space, without feeling ashamed of themselves, you simply ignored it

"My love, how could you just ignore something like that? Do you want me to go and talk to him??"

"Channie, it's ok. I'm used to it by now."

Now he's even more shocked

What do you mean used to it???

How many times did this happened???

Why didn't you told him anything yet???

He has so many questions and he feels so bad that there's not much he can do about your situation...

Lee Minho☆

This was happening as the two of you were on a date at a restaurant

And one man who was sitting at the next table, was looking intensely at your chest, even throughout your shirt

You just ignored his gross looks and focused on other things

But your boyfriend couldn't

He was pissed.

He doesn't want to accept that someone is looking at you like you're some kind of object and you to just ignore it like it's a normal thing

Even if it is normal for you, unfortunately

"You need to stand up for yourself when this happens!"

"Why? It's much more easier to just ignore them and don't show any reaction. They wouldn't understand anyway."

If you don't stand up for yourself when this happens to you, he will

And next time this happens, Minho will send deadly glares towards the people who dares sexualize you in any way

If that doesn't work, he'll go and have a little talk with them

You will need to stop him before getting his ass in trouble with JYP

Seo Changbin☆

This one takes place at the gym

You were doing some squats, and a group of men was constantly checking your butt and disgustingly smirking at each other

And of course, doing unnecessary comments

Wants to have a little talk with them part 2... Even though he's outnumbered

But stops when he sees that you don't give a flying fuck about this whole situation

"Babe, you really don't care? The way they commented about your body is unacceptable and disgusting..."

"Bin, I'm used to it. It's happening more often than you think."

Now he's all pouting, sad and disappointed with himself for not noticing sooner

And of course, disappointed with the people who can do such things

"You shouldn't be used to this, babe..."

Hwang Hyunjin☆

During one of your photoshoots for modeling, the photographer was starting to make you pose more and more sexy

Indecent actually

Like, almost Playboy style

But you just tried to brush it off

On the other hand, Hyunjin, who came along with you just to keep you company during this session, wasn't exactly happy about what just happened

He's having a pit in his stomach after all of that and you can tell he's angry

He will just tell the photographer to fuck off and takes you out of that place as fast as possible

"Hyunnie, what's wrong??"

"You're seriously asking this...? You've just been sexualized and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"It was happening so many than you could think off... I just don't care too much anymore."

Now he's furious and grossed out.

Of course Hyunjin wouldn't let you go back to the same photographer, despite your reassurances that everything is fine

And he'll search himself for someone else who to be trusted with you

Han Jisung☆

(I don't have any ideas of scenarios here🙃)

You two went out for some ice cream, and suddenly someone says something like 'I have something better for you to lick'

Han is about to go and deal with him, until you stop him

"Ji, don't waste your time with that."

"But-..."

"Just ignore him."

He's honestly confused as to how unbothered you are

Makes him question himself how many times did this happened before and never noticed

"Does... Does this happened frequently...?"

"Yeah."

"HUH?!?"

He'll start from now on to look after you and pay attention to your surroundings constantly

Lee Felix☆

You both were at a TV show when this happens and having an interview

After a while, the hosts attention is focused just on you and starts telling suggestive jokes about you

Probably to entertain who's watching the show

But you don't pay attention at all to them

Felix by now is mad.

And a little disappointed that you don't react at all about this

You know the expressions he always have when he's jealous/mad about something?

Yeah... That's how I'm imagining him right now

Moving on...

After the show is over, of course he'll start questioning you

"How could you just brush those jokes off like you being sexualized is a normal thing???"

"Because it's a normal thing, unfortunately."

"What...?"

Poor Felix, he will probably start crying after hearing this :(

Kim Seungmin☆

(Out of ideas part2)

Location for this one?

The beach.

You are wearing a one piece costume, not feeling like showing too much skin this time

But this never stopped two man to approach you

And starts make unnecessarily comments about how you should wear a bikini instead, because that's what men wants to see

Seungmin went to get you two drinks, and right when they said those gross things, he came back

He expected you to say something back to those men

But you straight up ignored them and started scrolling on your phone

Leaving Seungmin to get rid of the pests

He just fake tripped on his own feet and threw the cold drinks, with ice in them, on the men skin

Skin that probably was warm of because how much they stood in the sun

They just scattered away in the contact with the extremely cold liquids, and muttering some curses under their breaths

"I didn't know you can be so lame to not talk back in these situations."

"I talked back enough. No one listened. So I don't bother anymore."

"... I'll go grab other drinks..."

Most likely feels bad for saying that now that he knows you're struggling with this everyday

Will make sure to be the who speaks up for you next time something similar happens again

Yang Jeongin☆

I.N was doing a live, with you being somewhere in the background, laying in bed and minding your own business

You were also reading some of the comments that people had left in I.N chat, from your phone

Both of you saw a pretty nasty comment left from a "fan" about your body and how hot you looked laying like that in bed

But neither of you said anything about it

I.N didn't said anything, cuz he hopped you didn't saw it

You just ignored the comment, truth be told

Shortly after that comment was left in poor boy's chat, he ended it, feeling too sick to continue the live

"Are you ok, Innie? You look a little pale..."

"Y-Yeah... It's just... I read a comment that made me feeling unsettled."

"Oh? The one about me? I just ignored it. I've gotten even worse."

If I.N wasn't pale before, he is now

He just couldn't understand how anyone could say something like this so easily

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My reaction (or rather rebuttal) to this amazing theory by Lalody’s lore; and how I think it exposes a problem with theory making in general

Now disclaimer, I would like to start off by saying that this is not an attack on the creator of this video in the slightest. This is a very well researched and thought out theory and I 100% understand why she came to the conclusions she did, even if admittedly I believe they are a bit of a stretch. I also am not here to debunk anything, lore is not my speciality or something I really care about in general, and admittedly I’m not very well versed in it even if I know the basics.

Rather, this post is going to be discussing this theory from a thematic/charaterization perspective, and why I think it’s wrong because of that- as well as how it exposes problems with theory making in general.

This is going to be mostly a stream of consciousness-style rant, and although I recommend you watch that video before reading this (both because it’s a) very good, and b) obviously relevant to the conversation), I’m going to be speaking very generally about the content in it, so you don’t necessarily have to watch it.

Alright, on with my major problem with this theory: ie, never in a million goddamn years would it make THEMATICALLY make for our dear Veritas Ratio to willingly become an aeon

His whole character is about being human and humanity man

Ratio, in essence, is the most human character in Honkai Star Rail, and I don’t mean that literally, as there’s reason to believe he isn’t.

Rather, him (as well as Aventurine and Acheron) are characters that embody the human spirit/what it means to be human.

I could talk about them at length later, but in Ratio’s case, the story makes a point that despite how remarkable his life and achievements are, he is still at his core, human, mundane, and not unique in the face of the universe- that is what makes him INTERESTING.

He objectively has amazing accomplishments- ones which by far qualify him to be a member of the Genius Society- Lalody mentions it herself (and thank god for that).

However, every step Ratio takes, he reaffirms his humanity and mundanity- LITERALLY

He calls himself a Mundanite constantly- hell he made a whole secret society of them, he believes that any person, fool or genius is capable of living their life to the fullest, and he dedicates his time trying to help them rather than chasing the stars himself. Ratio is very self aware, admitting he’s not good with people and can be rather abrasive, admitting he knows how he comes off to others, but refusing to change despite that because that’s who he is. His opening a chest voiceline has him saying that he accepts the material offer it values- like any man would. Never in Ratio’s life has he distanced himself or put himself above others, and the quest introducing him is called the MUNDANE and the Divine for a reason.

At his core, Ratio is no different from any other person and that’s what makes his objective exceptionality meaningful. He’s a character that smacks you in the face with how even the average person can achieve great things in live- that creativity and intelligence aren’t limited to Geniuses- aren’t limited to those acknowledged by Nous, by the divine.

Hell, that’s something I ripped straight out of his first character story because at his core this is who Ratio IS

He is a rejection of the divine- not an embrace of it

To make Ratio an Aeon would take everything he stands for away, and be a direct spit in the face to how inspiring he is both in universe and for the players.

Making a character whose whole thing is saying “you do not need to be extraordinary to do great things,” and then going “hah psych he’s a god actually and this is unachiveable for normal people, just like every other genius- you know, the people he stands against!” would just suck. It would suck. I don’t have more intelligent words for this other than saying that doing THAT would suck ass.

It’s not that Ratio couldn’t become an Aeon, it’s that he would never WANT to be one. It would be the most tragic thing ever to do to him, and would hurt him in every way possible to do so. Tearing him away from the thing he cares about the most, from what defines him as a person would be worse than killing him off in my opinion, and in universe he would hate that more too.

There’s several reasons why he doesn’t like the Genius Society, and their disconnect from humanity is one of them. Hell, when Screwllum invited him to work together, Ratio instead of centering the project in aeons, chooses to focus on people instead. Screwllum likens them to both ends of the spectrum- with himself and the rest of the Genius’s exploring Divinity, and Ratio Humanity- or rather Mediocrity.

That’s also why me and my Screwllum loving friend believe that in “The Mundane and the Divine,” Ratio is the Mundane and Screwllum the Divine, so to make both of them divine would ruin that dichotomy, and the whole opposites thing he currently has going on with Screwllum, Ruan Mei, and the Genius Society in general.

If he’s an aeon- if he’s divine too, then who is left to be the mundane?

2) Why is he stealing Ruan Mei’s and Acheron’s nachos

If any of our playable characters are going to become an Aeon, it’s her for obvious reasons. From a meta perspective, pulling that same shit twice or robbing Ruan Mei of the plot line she deserves and slapping it onto Ratio is cheap and stupid, especially considering he’s her narrative foil which only again goes to prove that it wouldn’t make sense for him.

As for Acheron, the reason I mention her is because the only Aeon I can actually see Ratio becoming is the Existence- who a) probably already exists b) finding them is her storyline anyways, and if anyone is going to become them, it will be her c) although I absolutely believe Ratio’s personal philosophy is incredibly similar to Acherons, they’d actually have to interact on screen once before it would make sense for that to happen.

Either way, the theory itself is an interesting premise, but there are far better characters to ascribe it to, which leads into my final point.

3) Why the hell would the writers do this?

Just because they can doesn’t mean they should, and from a thematic and character perspective, I have already gone over why if they care to actually do his character justice, they would never ever consider making Ratio an aeon, unless it’s against his will or something.

Which is why I think this video is actually an exemplar of the problem with theory making in all fandoms now a days- ie; people don’t actually stop to consider whether their theories make sense in the story.

And I don’t mean logically. Honestly I’m going to call this the Game Theory Effect because they do it better than anyone- just because something can happen in a story doesn’t mean it should.

The writers could make Ratio an Aeon, they could go “oops it was all a dream” again in Penacony and local astrophysicists could theorize on how I managed to throw a brick at my computer at light speed. They could do literally anything and justify it in the process because HSR is a work of fiction, but that does not mean the story itself would be good.

This is more of a criticism of how people approach storytelling in general, seeing media only for their plots and not for their themes, which is frustrating beyond words, because at least in my opinion, the most interesting parts of stories are their themes. Also, I feel that when debunking theories, people should focus less about the logic behind them, and more about whether they would actually make sense or not to be involved.

Moreover, Lalody’s video raises some very interesting ideas, and it’s caused me to think of a storyline involving similar elements- but in an opposite direction.

What if Ratio was initially Divine- but willingly became Mundane. Maybe it wasn’t willing and he was forced to be this way, but either way, it would make far more sense- and be far more interesting- if we see him reject divinity rather than embracing it.

It’s no secret Ratio’s lore is sort of a black hole at the moment, which is half the reason why so many crazy theories about him exist- we barely know anything about the guy personally. However, I’d liked to see it filled in a way that doesn’t completely demolish his current character, or who he literally is currently, as I rather like Ratio in his present form, and a bait and switch might actually drive me a bit nuts, just saying.

There’s plenty of speculation to be had, especially considering that one Cosmodyssey occurrence that haunts my every waking hour game please explain, but I’d like the hsr community to move away from the “Ratio is super special and extraordinary” direction, because what makes him interesting is the fact that he ISN’T

[hobvitr]

hi love, how are you? could you do an earth 42 miles morales x reader in enemies to lovers style? i really want to read this <3 thank you

miles morales 42 x reader

fem!reader

genre/warnings: enemies to lovers (kinda), angst, hurt, mentions of being assaulted, fluff, comfort, kissing, miles 42 may be out of character idk, unrevised writing

note: heyy darling!! thank you for this request! i tried my best to make it make sense and i hope it does! just finished it almost passing out from sleep :p recommended song: don't - bryson tiller

sinopses: your neighbor isn't the most friendly to you and you are intrigued by it, until he help you with a bad situation

you were making your way up the stairs of your apartment, humming the song that echoed throughout your earphones. too distracted looking the at the steps, you bump into someone going the opposite direction.

"oh, sorry-" you quickly apologize looking up to see who was it, and to your surprise, it was your neighbor, miles morales. he just stared at you, not bothering to answer or apologize too, and continued to made his way down stairs.

'damn, what a prick...' you thought to yourself, furrowing your eyebrows as you reached your door, carefully unlocking it with your keys. as you entered your cozy home, you throw your shoes at the entrance and made your way to the kitchen.

you started to rewind a little bit your encounters with morales while you gathered ingredients to cook some dinner, noticing that he never directed One word towards you, you didn't even know what his voice sounded like, just muffled when he was chatting briefly with his uncle and it happened that you heard. some neighbors are a pain in the ass but you didn't understand why he was so avoidant around you. although he was pretty unsympathetic he looked like a good person, because his mother, rio, was an angel.

as you were looking throughout the shelves for salt, you realized you needed to go to the grocery store to get some. you sighed with exhaustion, putting your shoes again and picking just your wallet to go down the street. it was already dark now, your classes ended a bit later than expected so you weren't used to go out alone at this time of the night.

as you walked down the street, you didn't realize you were being followed by some tall and pretty much bigger guy than you. anxiety started to burn into your veins as you picked up your pace, but his pace got quicker too. taking a deep breath you just kept going, not so far to the store, but you felt a strong hand hold your arm, making you flinch.

"where do you think you're going, lady?" the buff guy asked, his hold getting tighter around your arm and you started to tear up with fear. "where do you think she's going?" a low voice comes near you, catching your attention. morales?

"fuck off. now, kid." the guy said, reaching to the inside of his coat, but miles was faster, throwing a punch on his face, making the buff guy look like a little bitch now curled on the ground. your eyes widened as you looked at him, then at morales.

"s-sorry" you stutter at miles, not sure what to say. "shouldn't be apologizing" he replies. "y'kay?" he asks, making eye contact with you, scolding you towards the grocery store, not wanting the man to be near you.

"i think so... yeah.." you breathe out, still shaky from the shock it all was. he accompanies you in the store while you get your salt and some candy, and you almost forgot to thank him for probably saving your life. "thank you... so much, actually."

he nod with a slight smile you almost didn't see. your mind race with the thought of asking him why he didn't like you but still punch some guy for your safety. "i'm sorry for asking, but is there a reason why you never talk to me? did i do something wrong? 'cause i really don't know and i would like to improve if i'm being a pain in the ass" your voice filled with a kind of despair.

he stayed silent for a moment, making you feel embarrassed, but he finally answered. "you're fine, i just don't tend to talk to anyone" he didn't seem convincing, but you got along with it anyway.

there wasn't much mystery, really. he had difficult to get to know new people, you just didn't knew about that. you assumed he was popular between the neighborhood and school, but it was a wrong assumption and you still didn't know about it.

"oh, okay" you replied, slightly relieved you were clear. "well, I'm y/n l/n" you extended your arm for a handshake. "I'm no more anyone" you said smiling to him as he shake your hand. "I'm miles morales" he replied with a small grin.

you kept your optimism now that he helped and talked to you. everyday after that day you said the most sympathetic 'hey' at him, and day after day he was opening his shell to you, replying and catching up to know how you and your family are.

you started to feel weird, getting excited to see and talk to him when you two could. nothing wrong to be happy to see a friend, right? right, but wrong assumption. he wasn't just your friend, he was your crush too. when he appeared with braids you could swear you were passing out at the sight. that was the confirmation to your questions about why you felt weird about miles.

your phone vibrate, indicating a new message. you read 'miles 🐈' on the screen, making you pick up to see what was it.

'can u come to the rooftop?'

'sure'

you replied, putting on a coat that he lent to you and a pair of snickers. you made your way through upstairs and made to the rooftop. you saw him sitting on the edge of the roof.

"what's up, morales?" you got closer to him at his right side, supporting your elbows where he was sitting. you were a bit afraid of doing the same as him.

"hey" he replied, looking at you. for whatever reason you were nervous about meeting him, and you did it almost daily. "why'd you called me here?" you asked nonchalantly, faking tranquility.

"i just wanted to see you" his words came out like honey, your heart melting as you heard it, but you can't show your weakness as you don't know how he feels about you. "that's cute" you tease him, a grin escaping from your lips and he bumps you with his elbow. "shut up" you know he was smiling as he said.

"i was thinkin' earlier... that I'm not being honest with you" he started, making you cut eye contact with him. you knew something was up and now you are sure everything was being dumped in trash at real time. you stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt his vent.

"i don't tell you everything, i even lie to you" his tone was low, but you could still hear him, and that was the problem. you didn't want to hear anything more and go home to process everything and cry your eyes out locked in your room. "i don't think we can be friends anymore" he stated, your heart swell completely, tears threatening to fall but you were strong to hold back. "i want to make you happy, i want to love you property" he confessed.

your mind was racing now, trying to understand what he meant exactly, you didn't want to be delusional and state you liked him back, what if he was talking about something else.

"i know you're overthinking right now, there's no need" he chuckled briefly, looking at your poor confused expression. "i like you. more than as a friend" he said clearly, not one misinterpretation was possible to happen now.

you finally looked back at him, teary eyed while you chuckled at your situation and the theatre he made just to confess to you. "fuck, you don't confess to someone like this, miles, you almost killed me" your hand was covering your face, letting some tears roll down your cheeks. "i like you too" you confessed, voice mumbled, as you were still shy to admit it.

he was smiling beautifully, both of you with shining eyes. miles got back to the floor, now standing at your side. "sorry about almost killing you" one of his hands traveled to your cheek, his thumb caressing slightly your soft skin. "can i redeem myself?" he ask with a grin and you reply with one as well. "don't get me waiting" he almost cutted you mid sentence crashing his lips onto yours.

even with the excitement of both of you, the kiss maintained a slow and soft pace, making you smile at the moment. miles placed his other hand at your waist, backing up for air. "we have to catch up all that time we didn't kissed each other" he say, getting a chuckle out of you. "we'll manage it" you winked placing your arms around his neck.

[sparkles-and-trash]

todobaku ft Izuku who loves his friends so much!

Listen, Bakugo understands that watching him and Shouto dance around each other for years have been annoying.

He understands that they’ve both been thick idiots who both refused to believe the other could like them back.

But they’ve finally worked it out, a little while ago actually, but the just shared the news last night, and fuck him, he kinda expected people to be sorta happy for them.

And to be fair, most people have been.

So why the fuck is Izuku looking like he’s about to tell Bakugo that they both fell off the charts and are getting their hero licsenses revoked?

Bakugo isn’t scared of much, but when Izuku gets like that he’s fucking terrifying, okay?

At least the fucker still has tje decency to knock, even though all the walls are glass and there’s really no need, but that one is forever polite.

Bakugo gestures for him to come in, and Izuku walks solemnly up to him and sits in the chair on the other side of the desk.

«Kacchan, we have to talk.»

Bakugo huffs.

«What, ya gonna dump my ass?» he asks cheekily, but Izuku doesn’t humor him.

«I understand you’re finally dating Shouto-kun?» he asks instead, and Bakugo only nodds, and Izuku contuines.

«You have to be good to him, Kacchan.»

Bakugo blinks.

«Wha- the fuck you sayin’ that for, huh?!» Bakugo asks, highly offended.

Izuku doesn’t even flinch.

«He’s so *good*, Kacchan,» he says instead.

«You can’t hurt him.»

Bakugo rolls his eyes, but he feels a little flustered at this point.

«Tch, you think I don’t fucking know that, huh?» Bakugo shoots back.

«You think I haven’t thought about it for every goddamn day since we were sixteen?»

Izuku’s face softened a little.

«I know, Kacchan, but Shouto’s my best friend,» Izuku says, still serious, but a little softer now.

«He’s the kindest person I know, and I know a lot of kind people.»

Bakugo just «tch’s».

«And what, knowing me since we were kids isn’t good enough for you? You think I’m gonna fuck it up?»

Izuku sighs.

Dramatic ass.

«I don’t, Kacchan, but this is just something I felt like I had to do,» he explains, and Bakugo crossed his arms.

«If you hurt him, I will kill you.» Izuku says seriously.

Bakugo shivers.

«I believe that,» he says earnestly, and Izuku smiles.

«It’s not just me, you know?» Izuku says, and Bakugo raises his eyebrows.

«Kirishima is over at Shouto’s office doing the same thing right now.»

Bakugo shoots up from the chair before he has time to think.

«That idiot is WHAT?!» he shouts, and bursts out of the office, heading for Shouto’s own down the hall in record speed, not noticing Izuku’s chuckles as he goes.

It takes all the self-control he has to not use his explosions tl go faster, but as he comes to a halt in front of the big glass walls in front of Shouto’s office, he realizes the situation he has to save Shouto from is very different than the one he just faced with Izuku.

Inside the office is a very stiff and awkward Shouto, awkwardly patting Kirishima’s (thankfully) not styled hair as the red haired hero is fully sobbing on poor Shouto’s shoulder.

Bakugo can hear his sobbing from out there, and in between he catches some words like «so happy» «finally, man» and worst of all, «bro-in-law».

When Shouto spots Bakugo his wide eyes softens a tad, and hus posture relaxes as he points down at Kirishima with wide eyes, clearly asking for help.

Bakugo only grins back at him, but Shouto knows him and makes that stupid pouty face he knows is Bakugo’s biggest weakness, and -

Well, if both Bakugo and Shouto has to walk around for the rest of the day with Kirishima’s snot and tear stains on their shoulders for the rest of the day, then that would be a small price to pay, after all.

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ahh my first tdbk piece ever?? I hope y’all are okay with me branching out a little on my ships, but I promise the dabihawks stuff won’t suffer from it!

[riririnnnn]

Warning: Anime Spoilers.

I think about this panel a lot:

And this one too:

I don't understand why people think that Sae changed after Spain. I mean, that boy has always been blunt and rude. After calling Rin incredible the day the younger Itoshi barged into his soccer match, Sae never actually praised Rin; that boy literally said, "If it's you, then you can be the best after me." He had always criticised Rin's play/goals and was never really like, "Ooh, my cute patootie lil otouto."

Also, this:

Imagine coming back home after 4 years, and your little brother accuses you of changing. Further, this was the first time, when Rin talked back to his Nii-chan; we need to get Sae's perspective of this flashback too.

Sae literally had his suitcase with him when he came to that field; that boy's ass landed and the first thing he did is to go to his little brother.

And:

Of course, Sae would bet like this. Rin himself said, "Nii-chan doesn't like losing." Also, is that just drawing style or those are eyebags/dark circles under Sae's eyes? And Rin literally pointed out, "Have you lost weight?" It's clearly visible that whatever happened in Spain, Sae wasn't in his happiest state.

It also wasn't like Sae jumped onto Rin on sight. The older Itoshi had tried to explain how different is the world stage and lalalalala, it was Rin himself who was acting naïve and immature, and didn't give Sae proper time to explain himself.

But this:

I agree is really harsh, but if we take in account of the fact that Sae has been a rude person from the start, then what he said isn't really wrong. Rin's inner monologue was literally, "Can I be cool like Nii-chan too?" when he barged into the soccer match.

It isn't/wasn't completely Sae's fault for Rin to idolise him.

Also, I don't blame Sae for hating Japan's soccer/football (whatever you call it) because imagine being treated as a nation's treasure at the age of 13 years old, only to find that you ain't shit in the world (as pointed out by Sendou, Sae is only a reserve in Royale Madrid/Re Al).

To sum everything up, I do think that Sae got a really harsh slap from reality in Spain, and he really didn't want Rin to go through the same. That's why he tried to explain Rin about everything only to realise that Rin's main aim was never to be the best striker in the world, it was just to be with his Nii-chan, and it irked Sae. After whatever happened in Spain, Sae must've made some kind of safe place in Rin that he could see his dream come true through his younger brother, but Rin wasn't heading to that direction especially when he couldn't even defeat Sae and there are, as stated by Sae himself, better player in the whole world than him— must've been a hard hit for Sae to know that his dreams have really ended; maybe that's why he was so interested in Blue Lock? He could finally see someone who could make his dream be true after all; maybe that's why he is so obsessed with passing to the best striker in world (I'm referring to his wish to make the best pass to the best striker in the world if it were to be his last day on Earth) because he is seeing his own dream in that person.

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This post might seem jumbled and it is jumbled, but it's my first time trying to make some kind of theory, so please be kind.

Edit: Sae isn't a reserve in Royale Madri/Re Al. He is a second division player. Sorry, I misread some things.

[unaloid]

WOY au notes

this is my swap au, if you haven't seen it, you can look at #swap au on my blog 👍

back then, i wrote down my thoughts on the characters new personalities and dynamics. but i didn't end up posting since i just kept editing it. so here is what i wrote!

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basically i aim to keep the core personalities of the characters the same, even if they swap roles they are still themselves inside wherever i can help it. find a similarity between the characters and lean into it!

DOMINATOR: dawdle, name change suggested by @/kradeiz. i love it so much.

she is not 1000 years old, she is not a legend. she is just some immature woman who stole a hat. because she likes to take things 💚 she was down on her luck after fleeing her old galaxy for hat crimes, so wander helped her and quickly realized someone needs to keep her out of trouble. wander worries a lot for her when she goes off on her own.

she is selfish and tends to "look out for number one". she doesn't understand being told "no" and thinks, well i want it, so its mine.

when you watch episode "the prisoner", you don't get the sense that wander is being cruel in the episode. but if dom did the same thing, she would be laughing at him. if hater confessed his love to her, she is still laughing her ass off. she is a force of chaos more than anything.

WANDER: even while taking og!sylvia's role as a "toughguy", he is still 1000s years old and "the legend". he is wander the travelling hero who has saved many planets from villains, and will always lend a helping hand to those in need.

he is small but a good fighter that can take down a big opponent with tricks. wander and dawdle travel on his motorcycle, with which he has beaten many villains by challenging them to a race. wander offers a defeated villain his mercy, he still reforms people, its a bit of tough love ^_^ on the bike, dom holds onto his back or later he gets her a sidecar.

wander doesn't like to leave dawdle alone, he is always thinking of worst case scenarios

SYLVIA: "lady haymaker"! but i will still call her sylvia.

watchdogs had a lightning on their hats to match hater, so sylvia's army have a feather on their helmets to match her! the knight theming came from this. plus she is like a big dragon, so knights seem thematically appropriate. all she needs is a princess. her army call her "milady" instead of sir, and dawdle might call her "lady".

she is similar to og!hater in that her rage gets the best of her, so she wrecks her own plans often. why does she want planets? i guess she deserves some respect after always being shoved down by her family.

lady sylvia is bigger than normal, so she is taller than both hater and dom while standing up!! she needs an extra power, too, so she has fire breath!

dawdle is super annoying, she needs to be stopped, and stop saying we are friends and stop trying to ride my back. but maybe we can harness her chaos and use it for evil.

HATER: "sir hater". sylvia's minions are little skeletons called boneheads, but hater gets to be second in command because he is the biggest and strongest. his incompetence ruins things just as often... i originally thought, "they are like pinky and the brain," where sylvia is more competent and its hater who brings her down. but really, its more fun if they are both failing in different ways.

hater is bossed around by sylvia because she is bigger than him. he takes great pride in representing the army, being the best at what he does and being told "good job". it hasn't occurred to him that he could get recognition elsewhere, he wouldn't even know where to begin as a solo villain.

yupppp he likes dom. how conflicting, he's battling a lot of emotions when he's assigned to go capture and destroy her. she can often just talk him out of it bugs bunny style, running mental laps around him. she treats him cruelly and just finds the whole thing very funny.

PEEPERS: lord peepers.. maybe he should have a cooler name but i like to keep it simple. it takes a lot for me to change names lol.

he made it to the top due to being smart and nerd brain. i have the least to say about him because... you get it right? you can look at him and understand everything. its peepers if he was successful as a solo villain like he always wanted to be.

his suit is a big robot that he pilots, and its the big reveal that he's just a little guy in there.

i said this before, but sylvia does not want him. plots from the show about hater wanting dominator, can be supplemented by dawdle trying to be his friend. she thinks he is sooo cute and doesn't understand why she can't do whatever she wants. that's why she goes into his ship in this version of "my fair hatey" and they have to rescue her

SIDE CHARACTERS?????

the way i did the main characters was by lining them up in order of screentime and shifting to the right. there needs to be an end of the list so that the last character can swap to the front. i like that no one "trades" with eachother one-for-one like most swap AUs do, it changes the dynamics between characters more dramatically!

so if i wanted to add side characters, i'd pick the next group of 5 (or more or less) by screentime and do the same thing. i'm not a big side characters girlie tho, i prefer to only focus on the main characters, so i was not rly concerned with this at all lol. but there is a "right" way to do it, and i don't rly want to calculate all dat

(the only side characters i really like are major threat and emperor awesome)

[forwntrx]

GIRLS LIKE GIRLS ┊͙˚. 14. TALK?

𑁍┊let's stop for now (written portion)

"jenn?" you had just gotten home. you kicked off your wet heels and slopped onto your living room's couch. the rain had gotten you good, soaking you, and making you run inside for dear life. the dorms were almost dead quiet, aside from a hum of pop music coming from the bedrooms'. most likely ning. jimin had said she wouldn't be back until later, something about a sleepover, and you had no idea where or what minjeong was doing. the thought of your bandmate caused the stress to comeback to your shoulders.

you hated this feeling.

usually, you could bounce back from anything.

thousands of hate comments, death threats, insensitive remarks about your weight and style. none of that mattered to you, not like how minjeong's absence did.

"yes?" yunjin's voice was far away. you glanced at your phone screen. she had set up her phone for you. it was a sweet thing she did whenever you two facetimed, so you could always see her no matter what she was doing.

for the past thirty minutes, she had been cooking in her kitchen, and you swore you could smell the spices through the screen. chaewon had popped her head in for a moment, waved, and stole a treat while yunjin wasn't looking. melodramatically, yunjin had complained, proceeded to chase after her, and you couldn't help but laugh.

yunjin's company was nice, but you couldn't help but feel wrong. until you figured out this minjeong stuff, this (whatever it was) couldn't happen.

"can i talk to you about something?"

"oh shit! yes! wait! fuck! is this serious?" yunjin cursed. she dropped both of the pans she was holding. the pans shrieked across the screen so loud that you had to recoil.

you grimaced. "sorry."

"no worries! i saved them!" yunjin showed you the unharmed dessert, an array of cinnamon-dripped rolls. you had to stop your mouth from overfilling with saliva. your stomach wanted to run across seoul and devour everything she had made. but you reminded yourself of what was important right now. cinnamon rolls could wait. hell, everything could.

you took a deep breath. yunjin wasn't a hard person to understand, for the most part what you saw was what you got. that's one of the things you loved about her. she was effortlessly herself. but because of that, you knew how she would respond.

"what's up? are you oaky?" yunjin interrupted your thoughts.

"i'm fine..i.." you took a deep breath. her smile was wide, and bright, and terrified you. you didn't want to be the one to take away her smile.

"listen, yunjin. i love our friendship and i would never want to do anything to harm it, y'know? i'm going through a lot with my bandmate right now and i don't want you to be in the middle of it.."

yunjin's smile fell. she tried her best to hide it. she wasn't stupid. you guys had mutual friends. it was a matter-of-time before you confirmed what she had already known.

"she kissed you, right?"

oh. you hadn't expected that from her. you swallowed. you remembered it well. the moment had been replaying in your head over and over. the softness of her lips. the longing. the sweetness. but also the need for something more. the fear, and then, everything sweet between you two that turned bitter.

"yeah." you're not a liar, and you won't cover your ass.

yunjin is quiet on the other side of the line. you can't tell if she's thinking, seething, or upset. you hoped it was something else entirely.

"do you...have feelings for her?"

you sighed.

"i don't know." you really didn't. everything was new. you had never really kissed anyone or thought about the idea of a relationship. you also knew that even if you liked someone that you were an idol first. you had a reputation to uphold.

"okay." yunjin nodded her head, "i'm not upset with you. i had heard about it from ryujin but i wasn't sure if it was true. and i'm glad you care about me enough to let me know what's going on, but right now i'm thinking you don't know me that well.."

you titled your head. "what?"

"mhm, if you knew me you would know i already told misi that we were meant to be." yunjin said.

you shook your head. "seriously?"

"when have i ever lied to you?"

you laughed. her stuffed animal. a bird. she was unbelievable.

yunjin continued. "in the end, it'll be me and you. you know how i know that?"

you couldn't help but grin. she was so unpredictable, but in the best way.

"how, jenn?"

"i went to a fucking psychic."

you rolled your eyes. "i was expecting an actual deep-ass answer, not bullshit."

yunjin shrugged. "it's true! the cards said it~ can't argue with fate!"

you want to laugh again, but you're distracted by the sound of the front door creaking open. you dart your head backwards expecting jimin or aeri, and almost jump.

minjeong is standing right there. you stared. she was completely drenched from the rain. her clothes stuck to her body, and she was shivering. her eyes weren't on you, but on the umbrella she was failing to close up.

you looked away quickly and back down onto your phone.

yunjin is still on the line. "yn? everything okay?"

"yeah, let me call you back. okay?'

"yeah. see you." yunjin was disappointed. you could hear it in her voice.

you ended the call quickly. at the same time, minjeong looked up to you. she regarded you with a blink before throwing her umbrella down and attempted to walk past you.

god, she could be so annoying sometimes. you were used to the lack of communication and the blank stares, but the passive aggressiveness was something you would not deal with.

you grabbed her hand before she could get away. she stopped and looked back at your hand in hers. you expect her to pull away. run away like she always did. but this time, she staid.

"you kiss me. avoid me. then act like an ass." you accused. you could hear the music playing stop. whoever was upstairs was trying to listen now.

minjeong's eyes sharpened on you. "what do you want to hear yn? that i've been in love with your for years, resigned to the fact you would never like me back, found out you actually did like someone and it just wasn't and would never be me, and now can't stand to see you with anyone else? well, there it is. are you happy?"

you don't even know what to say.

minjeong searched your eyes for any type of response.

"do you even know what the word communication means, minjeong?" you finally said.

minjeong took a long sigh. "no, and i'm working on it.. i'm sorry."

you shook your head. "give me time, okay?"

minjeong nodded her time. "as much as you need." she said softly.

you didn't even fully realize what was happening until now. minjeong was in love with you. yunjin was...yunjin. and you were clueless, hopeless, and had no idea what to do. where was jimin when you needed her?

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ngl winter might be a little unlikeable rn, but it'll get better LMFAOO

her communication will be MUCH better from this point on

hii guysss

yunjin best girl of the chapter?!

𑁍┊ a/n: yeah,, the written portion is a little unedited other than my eyes. i have a brain frying migraine and i promised to get this out for the weekend so i'm sorry for any errors!!!

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[catras-breakup-song]

i’m not gonna lie… i’m lost here. is this supposed to be an 4nt1/cr1t1c4l post? if so, i genuinely don’t understand the point being made.

is it that playful banter is a bad thing? is it that being too hands-on violates unspoken boundaries? the message is so unclear to my autistic ass…

oh, wait, OP provided tags:

so aside from the fact that they are absolutely not sisters by default, least of all canonically (even if you do interpret them that way somehow), nor was it ever intended by nate stevenson, i’m still having trouble figuring out how this is problematic.

in which ways is lighthearted touch totally contradictory to passionate kissing/caressing? why can’t partners who are dating do both, especially in different cultural environments such as the horde where intimacy is discouraged and friendly sparring with familiar peers is a safe expression? if it’s so different, what are we as the audience supposed to interpret from their style of physical affection by the final season? side note, but aren’t we supposed to consider the latest version of anything in general as the most accurate?

now i have a question lol, did you take this moment literally at her word, and all the other times she repeated it?

also, my friend just pointed out that this is the classic homophobic talking point of "they seem to just be very good friends! they were roommates!" lmao. i've never agreed with accusing anyone who cr1t1c1z3s catradora of lesbophobia, which i'm not doing necessarily, because that's simply not how it works, however i found this funny and partially true so i'm keeping it in.

the lip bite was included unintentionally 👀

anyway, as i’ve discussed on this blog before, i’m very arospec and it’s inseparably intwined with my identity itself; i also project that onto catra. something we often bring up in that community, is romance-favorability (as its own spectrum of range all the way to blatant repulsion btw) — which is a personal preference that’s defined as exactly as it sounds like and occasionally revolves around fictional depiction as separate from one's own reality — and arguably more importantly, amatonormativity — which is an arbitrary set of rules for romantic expectations set up by an alloromantic society. this is typically thought of as common denial of the idea that someone could actually want to separate themself from needing a life partner in marriage, but can very much be applied to an annoying list of what draws the line between romantic & platonic relationships. that line is very individualistic and is to be decided on such a level only, and it doesn’t even get into what queerplatonic means, a concept saved for another day!

my point is, the OP seems to be trying to claim that catradora objectively cannot be read as romantic because their dynamic growing up & early-on in the story doesn’t perfectly meet socially-constructed standards of what that should look like. i say we need to eradicate those standards altogether! it’s up to catradora to decide what they are, if anything specific at all, not us as the audience — assuming they could’ve had the words at their disposal to knowingly describe it. going back to my earlier paragraph above about how limited they were in the fright zone, i’ll borrow a quote from a comment i made on one of my recent reblogged posts (which is a great meta on how their mutual desire was uh... definitely not platonic):

"Catra and Adora’s desire for one another is shown in a variety of ways, mostly indirect. There are a lot of glances - until season 5, not the kind of open leering at one another that we’d seen between other characters. Mostly it’s fairly playful - wiggled or cocked eyebrows, glances at each other while smirking, that kind of thing, or really intense and somewhat angry glares when they’re fighting."

it's really bothering me that i can't recall where i read this from before, but someone analyzed before how, growing up, catra & adora didn't have a good sense of how to label their relationship with accurate terminology despite being subconsciously aware that they, whether they knew the other reciprocated or not, loved each other "like that." unfortunately, they couldn't further explore it because such love & affection was seen as a punishable weakness in the horde, so they resorted to the only safe option they seemed to have, which was subtle body language and play-fighting as [testudoaubrei-blog] described above.

also, since this screenshot is included in that post... i would be amused to read an explanation of how THIS LOOK from catra is "platonic with a capital P", because i'm not even sure if it's up for debate to be quite honest with you:

ESPECIALLY with the "i always have!" line (which 4nt1s like to doubt, but i don't care, it's official!):

[lyrenminth]

Interactions with Joe

In your relationship with Joe, you were the touchy one. You enjoyed scratching his head, caressing his nape, hugging chest to cheek because you were shorter than him. Little touches here and there that remind him you were there. He never said he like it, he never said he didn't like it, he just received the attention quietly. You knew he wasn't touchy, so you never asked for physical affection because it wasn't his style of loving, but some days he would hug you, or put his hand on your leg while driving, an arm around your shoulders. It was common for him. Until one day you stopped touching him and he noticed immediately.

"Are you mad at me or something?" You were in your personal office, working and stressed out about many things that you drifted away from Joe without realizing it. "What?" you said, confused.

"Are you...angry or stressed?" he wondered.

"A little...why?" you read his expression, he was worried. "Because you haven't touch me, or talk to me" he stated looking like a scolded child.

"Oh, sorry. I've been busy" you closed your eyes releasing a deep breath. "I noticed"

"Yeah, well I thought you didn't care if a touch you or not" you shrugged, he looked hurt."No, I like it" he got closer to you "In fact it looks like we both need a hug" You giggled and stood up, he hugged you first. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back a couple of times. Going low, low until he was squeezing your ass. "My little rat is stressed" he joked. "I'm not a rat!" you complained against his chest."Maybe a hamster" You laughed. "Stop it". Joe always help you to feel so much better.

You pinched his nipple and he backed up with a hiss. "See? You're a rat" he said, rubbing his nipple. "I might bite your for real" you said, frowning. "I don't know why your work if I'm rich" he wondered, confused again. "It gives me a purpose" Joe raised his eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing, I understand but if is too much sometimes, you can quit. We have a join account, you don't need to work" he added. "But whatever you decide"

"Understood, boss"

"Now, can we cuddle or not?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Who are you and what did you do with grumpy Joe?" you said, closing your laptop. He just laughed, and something blossomed inside your chest.