#who’s going to tell them it’s not platonic

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ two girls in the cut ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anon┊edit creds to ilovemode1ling ˚₊ ⊹

ft. kang sae-byeok, se-mi x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ how sae-byeok & se-mi would compete for your affections in the games┊1.5k words

setting: season 2 timeline!! au where sae-byeok is also a winner!! contains: gay gay homosexual gay, useless lesbians be upon ye, jealousy, reader is an oblivious sweetheart

➤ author's note: god, imagine them as a duo together, they would have been so powerful!!

╰₊✧ when sae-byeok reluctantly agreed to return to that damned island with gi-hun to put an end to the games, she expected to be faced with more blood and death, but not to find herself falling for the cute girl she saved during “red light, green light.” she knew she was done for when she looked into your fearful eyes and felt crushed at the thought of you being unable to make it without her, and despite telling herself she wasn’t going to get attached like she did last time, she was unable to push you away or keep her distance when you ended up following her like a lost puppy. behind her stoic demeanor, she quickly developed a noticeable soft spot for you where she was mostly stone-faced around others and kind towards you (noticeable, as in, everyone around her noticed this except for you because you didn’t know if she was kind in a platonic way or a romantic way because that’s sapphic experiences for you).

╰₊✧ and as if grappling with her complicated inner feelings and trying to ensure that both of you (and her basically adopted father and everyone else in the alliance, but especially you) survived, she soon noticed that there was another young woman who was also smitten by your charms and was out in an open attempt to woo you. she can’t remember any moment she took her eyes off of you for you to meet se-mi without her noticing, but one thing is for certain, and it’s that if she didn’t start making moves of her own, she would see you get swept off your feet by this new girl.

╰₊✧ se-mi is bold and flirtatious, confident in herself, making her advances clear as day, and being damn good at making you flustered with a single statement. it would almost be impressive if the twisting feeling of jealousy wasn’t there every time her treasured time with you was interrupted each time she came to join your guys for every meal, and of course, you welcomed her with open arms each and every time because you didn’t know about their little unspoken rivalry. 

“they don’t give us enough food in here,” you whined, shuffling around the grains of white rice with your chopsticks, “you would think that with the millions and millions of won we could win, they would give us more than one meal a day that isn’t overcooked… i’m still hungry…”

as soon as that last statement left your lips with a pout, sae-byeok grabbed her unopened carton of milk and turned to hand it over to you, only to find that se-mi was also holding out her given milk for you to take. there was a moment of awkward silence between the two as the feeling of competition hung in the air, waiting for you to give the point by accepting one of their pints over the other.

however, you simply took both of them at the same time with a wide smile, completely oblivious to the tension, “aw, you guys are so nice to me! are you sure? i don’t want you guys to be hungry just because i took both your milks.”

“don’t worry about it, i’m lactose intolerant anyway,” se-mi assured. “i’m pretty sure everyone else here is too, that’s korea for you.”

you hummed cheerfully as you opened up the little thin cardboard package and drank the milk inside. usually you wouldn’t drink so much of it and you weren’t sure if it was healthy, but your stomach was grumbling like you were testing in a quiet classroom back in high school so you didn’t think it would be too bad to drink some extra to fill up for the couple of days you would be here.

all the while, the two women are staring each other down, one with a little smirk on her face, and the other with a blank glare. 

╰₊✧ every time you ask to use the restroom, you’ll magically find both of them at your side arguing as calmly as possible about who should go with you. outside of the island, girls already go do their business in pairs or groups for safety, but it’s especially true here because most people are too scared to be vulnerable here alone when they are being watched by guards with rifles, even the men. while they quarrel over this one stupid thing, you probably end up going with jun-hee who also needed to go while they’re unable to make up their minds.

╰₊✧ sae-byeok is maybe a tad bit insecure about her mannerisms compared to se-mi’s. she’s expressionless most of the time and struggles so much to put how she feels into words, often coming off as not caring or sometimes even brash. thankfully, you don’t take it the wrong way and understand without her needing to tell you that she cares in her own special way. if she didn’t, then why would she bother making a beeline for you every game to ensure that you were safe with a hand possessively wrapped around your waist? she’s more than willing to put herself in danger to protect you because she already knows what to expect having played these games before and also has the alliance looking out for her.

╰₊✧ speaking of the alliance, they all know about her crush on you although they are too intimidated by her to tease her directly for it. dae-ho gives tips on how to impress you using his experience growing up with his sisters and hearing about their dating lives. gi-hun blatantly asks you if you have a boyfriend, and when you bashfully say you don’t, he then asks if you have a girlfriend because you guys could die any day here, why bother to play the long game? (sae-byeok definitely smacks him though because she feels like she could die from embarrassment, but at least she got the answer “not yet” which means you’re open to dating another girl.)

╰₊✧ oh god, mingle is a nightmare because the two of them refuse to part with you during the final round, their voices ringing clear above all of the music and chaos while they have a tight grip on both your arms. sae-byeok ended up being the bigger person and running off with someone else as se-mi pulled you into safety. 

╰₊✧ they bicker constantly over the little things when it comes to you, which is surprising considering how chill they seem in terms of attitude, only letting up when you start pouting and offer a compromise which they begrudgingly agree to. 

╰₊✧ se-mi is well aware that sae-byeok also has feelings for you, evident by the way she always lingers behind you like an overprotective guard dog and not–so-subtly stares daggers into her every time she approaches you, but doesn’t mind a little competition. she actually finds it to be a nice distraction from everything going on, living out the life as the second female lead in a yuri love triangle fanfiction. in another life where you met in different circumstances, se-mi would take courting you a lot more seriously, but her main goal at the moment is surviving, and whatever comes next is an afterthought. 

“you know…” se-mi started, staring up blankly at the ceiling, and catching sae-byeok’s attention. this was the first time they had a conversation without you, one-on-one, while everyone else was dead asleep. “i don’t really think all three of us are going to make it out of here together…”

similar to how they couldn’t decide who should accompany you to the restroom, they also couldn’t decide who should watch over you in case a fight broke out like in the last game. in the end, they both stayed up sitting in their bunks next to yours, focusing on not falling asleep before the other did because it would determine who was fit for the job. 

she stayed silent as the weight of her words sunk in, allowing se-mi to continue, “if anything happens to me, you’ll look after her, right? i don’t plan on going anytime soon, but… anything can happen in a place like this…”

“... only if you take care of her in case anything happens to me…”

her eyes wandered in the dark, first fixating on your slumbering body with your chest steadily rising to the beat of your breathing, then meeting the eyes of se-mi. there was a mutual understanding that didn’t need to be said, and then the two of them finally sighed before going to bed. there’s a certain relief in knowing your loved one is in good hands if the universe has other plans for you.

╰₊✧ what they don’t know is that your oblivious nature is a facade, you’re freaking out because of the insane gay panic these two ridiculously attractive women are giving you and you would be unable to choose if held at gunpoint. in just a few more days, you hope, you’ll able to come to terms with your feelings and decide who you really fell in love with when you care so intensely for both of them. all you have to do before then is survive, which shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

hey guys, imagine if sae-byeok actually saved se-mi and then they all run out together and have a happy poly relationship yipee

request was as follows:

okay hear me out. im a se mi and saebyeok girly.. i was wondering if you could make a cute little semi x reader x saebyeok (s2 squid games timeline maybe? ur choice :3c) where semi n saebyeok are in a bit of a rivalry because they both adore reader! they might fight over things like who would have night guard duties with reader, offer reader food at the same time, etc! (i love ur writing sm btw ♡)

[nativegirltapes]

RAFE AND HIS BISEXUAL BEST FRIEND

notes/warnings: been thinking about them forever and i'm happy to finally be posting this and sharing my thoughts <3 i hope this isn’t too self indulgent and that this will find an audience that resonates with it lol

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who complain about their girl problems to each other but ultimately both know that none of it matters because they have each other. there's this unspoken love, platonic or romantic? neither of you are really sure, that you both have that make you both okay with not having anyone else.

BISEXUAL!READER who actually hated rafe before their friendship blossomed. you didn't see much appeal in the kook king himself, but that was until you attended one of his annual ragers ... where you drunkenly overshared about your life and your recent break up with your girlfriend. to which a drunk rafe cameron told you "you'll be okay. bitches ain't shit." and you've been friends with him ever since.

BISEXUAL!READER who really was a life changing friend for rafe. they're constantly throwing jokes at each other but they can both be serious when needed. you really helped rafe with his addiction and just overall become a better person. he doesn't say it much but he is beyond grateful for you.

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who don't really know what they are. you're the deepest friendship rafe has ever had, but there's this intense attraction you both have for each other that makes it hard to keep things purely platonic. when you're drunk you'll both get really touchy and sometimes even have sex if it goes that far, which it usually does.

BISEXUAL!READER who has beeeennnnn aroundddd. you'd never ever tell rafe but you've even had your fair share of his sister sarah cameron. when sarah sees you coming around more frequently it's kind of awkward, you'll both just weirdly wave to each other.

rafe who is kind of in love with BISEXUAL!READER but tries his best not to act on it because he thinks you deserve someone so much better than him. but heavy emphasis on tries, he's not very good at these said attempts of not giving into you. rafe's love for you is so intense and real that he's willing to let you go when the right person rolls around for you. and when these feelings are finally confronted, you have to remind rafe that he can't make up your mind for you. you love him too and you want him to feel it.

rafe who never lets BISEXUAL!READER talk down on herself. the minute you start he's shutting it down, "that's the dumbest shit you've ever said. you done?" he'll say as he takes a swig of the beer you're sharing. you find comfort in his tough love, he's rarely really sweet to you, but you like it that way.

[deckedcards]

──── ❝ humans do whatever they can to save themselves. even if it means sacrificing others. ❞

⌗ pairing: squid game x gender neutral! reader

⌗ this work includes . . . lowercase intended, third person pov, typical squid game warnings, short scenarios, nanno! reader, general warnings for nanno characteristics, platonic relationships, reader replaces young-mi in order to make hyun-ju’s parts work, teenage! reader, readers age isn’t said but they are mentioned to have a young appearance, parental issues, weapons described, reader is mentioned to be twirling their hair in some parts, manipulative! reader, readers a little weird, slow burn with readers actual personality, “major” character death, supernatural themes, set during (and follows the story of) season 2, some scenes have been rewritten or just aren’t mentioned, self-indulgent, possible grammar and wording mistakes ❨ not proof read ❩

“sawadee ka, nanno na ka.”

⸺ NANNO! READER getting confronted by a man in a fancy and clean cut suit while they’re sat on a bench in the subway station, waiting for the train to go ‘home.’ staring at him innocently as he asks if they would like to play something with him, a game of ddakji.

midnight was rolling around the corner, the school uniform was chafing against their limbs once they had thrown down the colored paper in their hand against the other on the ground. grunting in failure with how they were unsuccessful in turning it over, the ruffle of a hand was planted against their head. a much more softer approach compared to the slaps that others would get from the salesman. even with how cruel he was, he would never think once of hitting a child.

“good try.” he says with a friendly grin planted onto his lips, reaching down to grab the abandoned paper. (name) clapped as they watched him win again. so far they had already done five rounds of this game, all of which they had lost. more hours have passed by like a blur, more people watched the two with confusion as they squished past them, some stepping off the train and others stepping on.

an ecstatic yell exited (name) as they directed the last hit downwards, the square flipping over at last with a loud smack. the corridor echoing with them hitting their palms together as they bounced off their heels. “well done.”

money was carefully placed into their hands, their eyes only scanned the card that was given to them. the salesman quickly nodded his head before taking off in the opposite direction, a feline-grin curled at the sharp corners of their mouth, storing away the decorated cardboard with shapes into their breast pocket. (name) glared their focus against the disappearing figure, twirling their index finger and wrapping a strand of hair around it like a ribbon.

“—(name), 6.66 billion won in debt.” a deep voice rang out, the screen stuck on the wall showed someone their own familiar face. (name)’s eyes stared back at them, watching as the hand of the salesman patted their head tuning out all the gasps filling the place when the remaining 455 players steered their heads in search for them.

“eh… who’s that?”

“they look awfully young to be here!”

“what exactly is this place for you to have to drag in minors?!”

“that sounds like a lot for someone like them.”

a blank expression drew onto (name)’s face, stepping from where they hid to stand next to a woman with poorly applied makeup that clashed with her skintone, player 044. a conniving glance was sent their way from her. the guard infront with a white square imprinted on his mask shut everyone up as he continued to speak, (name) shifted slightly as they felt 044 nudge her shoulder into theirs.

“theres something unique about you…” she whispered, “you have something that you’re keeping from the rest of the world. i can tell you’re not actually what you make yourself out to be.”

(name) spun their hair, moving the strand to hide their lips. the stoicness of their face broke as they turned to meet her uncanny eyes, the sly grin on their face making itself more apparent. “you’re here for your own gain, a purpose you could say… the gods aren’t very fond of you—”

“—what you see now—“

the lights dimmed, hints of yellow graded the room as everyone directed their attention upwards hearing the dotting of music. the ceiling opened up, eyes darted to the empty piggy bank ascending downwards. people started speaking up the moment the guard told them of the money that would be stashed in it after the six games. (name) tsked hearing him tell everyone of a consent form they’d have to sign if they wished to participate.

they pouted, peripheral vision catching the woman move alongside them, “how sad, looks like our conversation will have to be cut short,” (name) dropped their voice, the quietness of their words picking into 044’s ears, “…see you on the other side.”

nanno! reader catching the attention of a certain player… 456. furrowed brows mixing with his gaze of anxiousness as he caught glance of them on the screen. distress washing him over as he thought of the scenario they didn’t ‘know’ they had volunteered to be in, a high school student thrown into a place filled with death games.

a protective instinct was embedded into him once he heard the specific number that was given to them, the flooding memories of someone familiar who was teamed along side him the last time he was here. scenes of her corpse still imprinted inside his head like some kind of bleach stain that refused to come out no matter how many times you tried washing it, the remembrance of the deal she had given him of her brother…

kang sae-byeok, player 067.

nanno! reader ignoring all of the questionable stares they’ve gotten as they stepped through the area where the photo booth was located. different players of mixed ages, all of which were sending concerned glances their way the moment they had walked past some of them. the youthfulness of their face and young stature not going unnoticed by anyone as they whispered to each other, ‘what could a teenager possibly be in debt for?’

‘PLEASE LOOK INTO THE CAMERA.’

SMILE!

nanno! reader playing the façade of a scared teenager once the frenzy of red light, green light happens. watching as everyone sprints around in fear. yelling in terror once they had seen player 196’s bleeding corpse, loud bangs bouncing off the walls with every player getting sniped.

‘flinching’ as they slouched cowardly behind another player, 149. a frightened whimper left them with fake tears building in their waterline. their hearing irritated with gi-hun’s yelling, reminding everyone to stay still, “are you okay dear?”

the caring and motherly sound of 149’s voice made (name) stiffen, hands tightening on the cloth of her jacket, “ma’am…” the light in their eyes flickered, sentences sputtering out as their mouth dryed, “i’m scared…”

“i know, it’s alright. just stick to me, okay? we’ll be fine…” she said moving her hand slowly to connect with theirs, (name) sharply inhaled at the soft grip of her hand. pupils darting between her and the doll a few feet away from them, different thoughts running through their head at her action. blinking with creased brows but regaining their focus as they picked up the sound of repetitive dialogue coming from the piece of plastic—

GREEN LIGHT!

“move!”

nanno! reader watching the remaining players beg for their lives behind one of the bunk beds. body remaining still like a gargoyle as they felt player 120’s tender arms wrapped around them. she had dragged them with her the moment the lights flickered and the pink guards entered the room with their flashy guns, laying them flat against her chest incase of any harm with a sympathetic glance.

“there seems to be a misunderstanding…”

ears brushed out the guard reassuring everyone of what was actually going to happen, their vision catered itself to the side hearing the recognizable voice of the man who helped them in the first game. monologuing and persuading the square guard into letting them take the vote now, obliging in doing so. “miss..” (name) spoke up, gaining the attention of hyun-ju as she looked down at them realizing the firm grip she still had planted around them.

“oh! uh—sorry…” she responded, tugging her arms back to her side. (name) examined her embarrassed exterior, the way she rubbed at her forearm made them narrow their eyes. a glint of sorrow washed over their iris—bottom lip quivering, toying with their fingers, “actually, i—”

words wobbled out of them throwing themselves onto her with a frown, tightly wrapping their arms around her middle and digging the side of their face in between her front, “miss… can i stick with you? i don’t wanna be here alone and you seem nice… please, i won’t ask for anything else!”

they shuddered, fists digging into her back and tears staining down their cheeks causing foggy marionette like-lines. hyun-ju hesitated slightly before shushing them, rubbing their head with assurance, “it’s fine— it’s fine, don’t worry… you can stick around me as much as you’d like, it’s no problem at all.”

(name) brightened as they wiped any fallen snot from their noise and bowing their head repeatedly at her, hands incased in hers, “eh—thank you miss! thank you… so much..”

“it’s surprising to see someone of your caliber here.”

nanno! reader making player 222 jump at the sudden noise of their voice, interrupting the quietness of mealtime. the two stared at each other, jun-hee sending an eye signal to them questioning them on what they meant.

“you don’t have to play dumb with me,” (name) whispered, pointing to her stomach. “i’m talking about that.. growing inside your stomach. it’s not safe for you here y’know?”

she looked down, playing with the food in her box moving the metal fork she had against it seemingly ignoring (name)’s words. (name) exhaled through their nose, waving their hand to move jun-hee back from where she was sitting. placing themselves on her previous spot, “if it makes you feel better… i know exactly how you’re feeling.”

(name) cocked their head as she connected her eyes with them, urging them to go on. a half-smirk deepened on their lips, leaning back with their hands planted flat, “he wanted you to get rid of it, but you decided last minute that you wanted to keep it. that’s how it was for me.”

jun-hee raised her brows, posture straightening at the sentences that filled her ears. a thought stuck in her head with their continuous monologue, they don’t mean…? “—it’s hard, being given the responsibility of another life. especially when you’re so young…

.

.

.

“then what happened?”

(name) raised a brow at her, “oh? so you do speak..” they joked, smacking their lips together seeing the way jun-hee sent them a tiny glare. they rolled their eyes, standing up and digging their hands into the pockets of their jacksuit with another exhale leaving them, “kept it.”

…

“don’t look so down.” (name) said pinching at one of her cheeks, “it’s cruel to leave a parent without their child. besides, it’s not like he had a choice anyways.”

a maniacal laugh ripped from their vocal chords before they sighed, moving a strand of hair from their face and leaving her by herself. jun-hee followed them with her eyes, watching them walk away with pep in all of their steps as she sat there uncomfortably. blinking, finally processing the entire conversation.

eh—

“he?”

nanno! reader eavesdropping on player 456 and 001’s conversation during lights out, hiding in the shadows, furrowing their brows as they heard 001’s ‘reason’ for choosing blue. a tiny cough left them before speaking up, letting the older men know of their presence, “you’re a good man.”

young-il and gi-hun tore their attention from each other to the teenager leaning against the bed frame behind them, darkness overcasting them. (name) gulped stepping forward, eyes flickering between them with nervousness, “my apologies, i didn’t mean to intrude— uh… may i?”

they asked pointing to the empty space on gi-hun’s bed. he nodded, following them with his gaze as they stepped over young-il. crossing their legs on the bed with a smile, “i’m sorry again, its just— i think you guys are really cool… i’ve been admiring you two for the past hour now.“

they stated, the bright specks of light made itself more noticeable as they perked up, leaning forward to gi-hun with their hands clasped together in fists. “especially you mister, without you i don’t think i would’ve been able to make it through the first game! i was waiting for the chance to properly thank you for that.. so, thank you!”

they bowed their head at him, shutting their eyes with a generous open-mouthed beam. a small smile drew onto gi-hun before fading as his gaze shifted down to the annoying blue on their jacket. the circle mocking him as his eyes met with it, “—and you! the way you fought those guys earlier was so awesome, it was like you were a superhero or a movie character!”

(name) whisper yelled towards young-il. nodding eagerly as they saw the way he smirked at their compliment, shaking his head with a flustered chuckle. “(name)...”

they blinked, steering towards gi-hun with narrowed eyes as they saw the way he grimaced at them. the air around them shifted uncomfortably, young-il noticing the way they’re breath hitched as (name) picked up the question spilling out of gi-hun’s mouth,,

“do your parents know you’re here?”

nanno! reader avoiding all the conversations of people asking them of their parents and their whereabouts, ‘you’re parents must be worried about you,’ ‘are you here because of them?,’ ‘how’d you get here without them noticing?,’ ‘you need to go back to your family,’ all of this constant interrogation irritated them.

changing the conversation or topic, laughing it off as if it was joke and ignoring the worried looks given to them. sometimes the place would coincidentally call the players for the next game or tell them it was time for lights out before they could even respond.

“what a weird thing to ask someone…”

nanno! reader continuing to choose blue after the end of the six-legged pentathlon, watching as the numbers of ‘O’ increased. standing next to hyun-ju with one of their arms wrapped around her bicep, not caring of the gazes given to them by gi-hun and young-il.

one of frustration and the other of content.

nanno! reader watching player 230 kick out one of his men when the robot on the pa called out four during mingle. running with hyun-ju as they kept their vision on him, a frigid stare being sent his way before fidgeting once the remaining three of their group found themselves a room to stay in.

eyes widening when they looked through the rectangular peephole, seeing gyeong-su be shot down by a pink guard. only separating when geum-ja detached them from the door, telling them to not worry about it too much in the caring voice she always gave them. brows furrowed with an emotion they’ve never experienced before.

distraught.

nanno! reader having a numb gaze towards player 149 as they saw her comfort her crying son once they reunited after the groups of three. tilting their head, body tense and eyes blank, thoughts filling their head with various amounts of envy as they saw them embrace one another. a loving mother caring for her child, something they’d never be able to experience.

nanno! reader getting separated from hyun-ju as everyone scrams around in groups of ten, the countdown lingering around everyone as they scattered into unlocked doors. running behind geum-ja and yong-sik before getting shoved by another player getting kicked out of an open room. knocked onto the ground as they connected their eyes with hyun-ju through the entryway, her vision filled with worry.

“(name)!”

“hyun-ju!”

they yelled towards each other. (name) toppled up, sprinting towards her before getting shoved again, blurry eyesight making quick contact with the number on their perpetrators jacket, player 333.

the group inside the room stared at him with shock before steering away towards (name)’s cries, their stammering voice stabbing the middle of their hearts like a knife, “hyun-ju!”

“(name)!” hyun-ju whipped her body towards the cut in the door, pupils watching the glistening diamond-like tears run down their face. her rough hands tugging at the lock on the door with desperation, grunting in failure when it glued itself together, “(name)…!”

“i don’t wanna die, please! don’t leave me out here, hyun-ju!”

she flinched, the tears she had building up fell when the sound of gunshots filled her ears. breath trembling as she watched (name)’s body collide with the ground, the loud thud their body made only worsened it for her.

———

gi-hun furrowed his brows as he saw hyun-ju and her team walk back towards the platforms, looking between the three trying to find the figure that’s been here since the beginning.

noticing how dae-ho and jun-hee kept their heads down as they walked towards him, hyun-ju forcing her stiff body to walk, and geum-ja and yong-sik holding each other like a family attending the funeral of a loved one.

young-il spoke up for him, “where’s (name)?”

hyun-ju shivered at the name, preventing a sob from leaving her bitten lips, useless cries won’t bring them back. geum-ja shook her head, arm tightening around her son’s arm with dry tears on her face.

gi-hun and young-il shared looks with each other, young-il driving his hands through his hair as grief painted his face. gi-hun only stood there, chest quickening in its pace as his heart thumped.

he had ‘lost’ player 067… again.

“dude… either these pills are making me see double.. or that kid we’ve been seeing walk around here, has had a secret twin we weren’t noticing before.”

nanno! reader surprising everyone as they went back into the main area after finishing the third game. gasping in shock, seeing them sat on hyun-ju’s bed, alive and breathing like everyone didn’t see them die hours prior. even the guards were shocked! if you could see their faces through their masks that is… ( how would someone who covered their face be able to show emotions? that’s for you to figure out ) looking between each other and at the ones that stored their body in a casket. nothing but confused body language went over them, they could’ve sworn they were dead.

(name) brightened as they saw their team standing there with confusion, waving their hand as they ran towards the three. wrapping them in a tight hug, “hyun-ju! geum-ja, yong-sik! you guys won, i’m so happy to see all of you again!”

they laughed with a smile, shaping their face into a worried expression as they looked over their faces then at gi-hun’s team. all of them were staring like deer in headlights at them, “what’s wrong? i’m back now, aren’t i? there’s no point in being sad anymore.”

they cracked their neck to the side slightly, grabbing hyun-ju’s quivering hand as they dragged her with them, “c’mon, let’s go back to our beds.”

“(name).”

nanno! reader turning away from the scared trio sat infront of them towards the calling of their name. finger intertwined with a hair strand as they looked at the man before them, player 333.

myung-gi shifted uncomfortably at their face, seeing the person he left for actual death come back to life didn’t feel.. real. “i… i wanted to apologize for earlier—“

“shh, sh sh.” they clicked their tongue at him, separating their finger from their hair to place it against the middle of their lips. sparkless eyes staring at him as their smile turned into a menacing pout, “there’s no point in apologizing now.. i don’t blame you for doing it, of course. we all wanna survive in this world. but, the damage has already been done-”

they leaned closer to him, pressing their hands onto his shoulders as their whispers flew threw his ears like wind. he loathed at the touch; goosebumps painting on his covered skin at their cold words, seeing the patch of blood forming onto their white shirt in the form of holes. “and you’re gonna have to live with that.”

nanno! reader smirking towards player 044 on the hightops of one of the beds. the blue overcasting her as they made eye contact, lips mirroring the grin on their face. her eyes stuck on the blue patch on their jacket never once changing as they made it through this game, “i see your true colors are finally starting to show.”

seon-nyeo said as she lowered herself down to where (name) sat, gesturing to gi-hun and the rest of their remaining team on the red side. (name) blinked at hyun-ju, her head stuck down not moving at the feeling of their eyes on her, “is that so?”

“yes. but just so you know, the god’s still aren’t welcome in favoring you. if i were you, i’d be worried.” she spouted watching as a man and woman looked at her with their hands rubbing together in a praying motion, indescribable words leaving them with low voices. a prayer perhaps?

(name) sighed, crossing their arms at her statements with nothing but annoyance. moving their eyes to the lights on the ceiling, soulless pupils darting around them, “as if i need their pity...”

nanno! reader staring at player 124 after he and the other ‘O’ choosers came back from the fiasco that happened in the bathroom, eyes unblinking like a machine. flickering, noticing the way his red-stained hands shook as he held a cross-shaped necklace in his grip. quivering breaths left him as he shielded the pills hiding inside it, covering the blanket he had over the fork that was previously jabbed into thanos’ neck. “those eyes of yours piss me off.”

he spat, attempting to make himself intimidating towards the teen. (name) exhaled through their nose, puffing out their cheeks side by side as if they were lost in ‘thought,’ “if you have something to say… then say it, don’t waste my time.”

(name) pushed their lips outwards, blinking as they heard the woman on the pa counting until bedtime, “i’ve noticed how close you and thanos have become… it was such a shame, hearing him get eliminated. you must be in so much pain at losing your friend.”

nam-gyu sent daggers their way, irritation filling his eyes wanting to interrupt them. shout insults at them or something, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it… he felt something keeping him from speaking, an invisible force making him listen to the rest of their speech.

“if i were you.. i’d do something about the people who tried to get in the way of the two of us.” they said directing their gaze towards player 380 across the room, enhancing the seething of their tongue, “i hate people like her, always so full of themselves. she must think she’s better than us, better than you.”

(name) pulled out the fork nam-gyu was hiding in his sheets. he sat up, uncovering himself as he saw the utensil in their hand. noticing the one he had was gone, “how did you—“

“i’d make my way towards her when she’s off guard. catch her when she least expects it.. gives you more of an advantage.” (name) said tossing the metal back towards nam-gyu, walking away when the robotic voice gave the last warning for lights out, the faint grin on their lips carving into their mouth as usual.

“hey, min-su.”

nanno! reader appearing behind player 125 as he stares at se-mi’s corpse with guilt in his eyes, poorly guarding her body with his figure seeing how they shifted their gaze at the two.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you.” they assured moving towards him with slow and careful steps, standing infront of him with the constant smirk they had glued onto their lips

“you’re too kind for this world, min-su.” (name) said cradling the sides of his face with glints of remorse in their iris, his body trembled at the feeling of their dead hands against his warm skin. “you did your best in protecting her, but this is just how life is..”

min-su’s bottom lip shuddered, his nervous shell cracking through. squirming as (name) pressed a small kiss to one of his cheeks, “you can’t always save the people you care for.”

“congratulations on your ‘win,’ frontman.”

nanno! reader making the frontman flinch as they clapped their hands together, turning on the lights inside his room. sitting on his chair with documents in their hold, flipping through the files of previous players. “or would you prefer it if i called you, player one?”

player 001 stared at them through his sharp mask. the large screen infront of them was on, showcasing the players that were still left. (name) stood up, dragging their hand against the top of the sofa. the noise of their nails sketching against the leather filled the air with an annoying sound, “no? how about, young-il?”

young-il didn’t respond, his hand hovered over the gun hidden in his dark pocket as he stared at the teenager. “not much of a talker are you?”

he hadn’t noticed the mask he had covering himself was gone, not caring that his vision was more clearer than before. ignoring the black disguise he used in the grasp of (name)’s hold as they looked at them with that condescending grin of theirs. not the one infront of him, but…

in the hands of their clone.

his eyes ran over the two, different thoughts ramming into his head at the one standing infront of him with his mask and the other with the folder, both having the same bloodied number printed onto their green clothes. the same face, the same person with the same memories of before.

the person who was supposed to be burnt to a crisp in a coffin somewhere but came back with no explanation, not minding all the terrified looks people were giving them as they made the mistake of catching their eyes.

“who…. are you?”

“(name) is (name).” the one with the folder stated, the lingering silence of the room made him feel uneasy as they continued to stare at him with those flat eyes of theirs. “sorry. i don’t think i’ve had the chance to properly introduce myself.”

they readjusted their body, planting their hands together never once letting the files fall from their hold as they bowed at him. “hello, i’m (name). it’s nice to meet you...” bright teeth flashed him, dull hands reaching up to show him a specific paper. breath accelerating with the recognizable face that stared back at him, the face of who he was before.

“hwang in-ho.”

nanno! reader who’s actually older than everyone residing in the games despite looking the youngest; having the gift of immortality had its perks. nobody knew of this, of course. how could they when they had the ability to change their appearance at will?

male or female, young or old, short or tall, owning one body or multiple. even with this, a high school student just happened to be their top pick to walk through this world; it just wasn’t possible for anybody to suspect a teenager of being a monster, right?

nanno! reader who makes themselves vulnerable in order for people to let their guards down around them. putting on the act of an innocent and scared teenager, the type who would flinch at the loudest of noises. the type who acts dumb and confused at the simplest tasks, letting people get frustrated with them when they can’t seem to figure something out. the way they constantly change their personality in order to fit with whoever their around with, making them feel ‘safe’ and ‘comfortable’ just to get stabbed in the back by their lack of awareness of the person around them.

you whose sole existence is to expose the true colors of abusers and reveal the lies they drown themselves in. you don’t care about how you do it, it doesn’t matter if you drive people into commiting murder against others or ruining their minds and destroying them to the point they get the idea of ending their own life. as long as it gets the job done, you’re all for it. after all… there was no ounce of care or remorse found in your lifeless heart.

it’s your purpose to torture those who are evil. bringing them karma over the horrible misdeeds they’ve kept secret and tear down the walls they’ve built to hide they’re selflessness.

it’s what they deserve.

nanno always punishes those who deserve it.

❝ but check your window . . . he's at your window ❞

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[will80sbyers]

Obviously, part of his story is that Will needs to accept himself and be proud of being different, but the thing they focus on the most in his story is how deep, selfless, and beautiful his love for Mike is, and how sad he feels when he thinks he's losing Mike. The idea of losing Mike hurts him too much, and even the thought of just having to let go is painful. He says that if that had to happen, he wanted it to be like ripping off a bandaid, but the monologue was supposed to be that bandaid being ripped off, and it simply didn't work. He's still in love with him, and this will be addressed next season with the painting situation ✨

One of the things that makes me sure of Byler is that it's already clear to all of the viewers that absolutely no one in his family or friend group will hate Will for being gay. There's no doubt that Mike would accept him platonically because we have S1 where Mike beats up that kid for being homophobic to Will, and just knowing Mike's character he wouldn't be the type to be homophobic to his best friend, he would not give a fuck about that, ESPECIALLY if he was meant to be straight... so basically there is not really a decent story to tell there and Mike loving him too is the best story they can tell, the most surprising and happy and the most satisfying writing-wise

A story where Will confesses and is proud of himself but then gets immediately rejected by Mike is just such an ugly and underwhelming story to write, and it wouldn't make much sense to make so many explicit parallels to other love stories for byler and then focus this much on how beautiful Will's love for Mike is too if that didn't pay off at the end

This storyline would also help Mike's character arc, separating it from his fears around losing El to focus on a self discovery journey in general, we would see Mike gain more confidence in himself as a leader because of the type of love that Will has for him where he explicitly calls him the heart and inspiration of all of them!!!

Will's love for Mike gave him confidence VS. what we have seen happens to Mike when he's in a relationship with El... Eleven having superpowers and constantly choosing to leave him behind makes him feel like he's useless, he feels like he's not even Lois Lane in their dynamic now and her gaining independence growing up and not really needing him to be okay emotionally makes him feel insecure in himself... to the point he has resorted to pretending to be someone cooler than who he really is ( in s3 dismissing his love for D&D/games that are considered childish and in S4 arriving dressed as a "cool" surfer guy ) for the fear of her not wanting him anymore in her life in any way, clearly there's something not working out between them, love is not supposed to make you feel like that about yourself and it should be a natural and automatic thing that's coming directly from El resolving this problem, certainly not a 3rd person using his own feelings to fix their relationship.

This storyline would also tell a story of growth for both El and Mike at the same time, one where they let go of their first relationship that was based more on circumstance and fear of losing the other as a familiar person than actual intentional choices, and then they can show how you can still stay friends after.

I know this is the arc Melvins want for Will, but I believe it will be the other way around instead because... again, they focused too much on his love, making it too strong in the story to dismiss, and instead they showed how El was happy even without a relationship with Mike multiple times during the past seasons - they focused a lot on the relationships with her family and friends for her, it has always been what she needed the most and what she truly wanted 🌈

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Yandere Arlong and daughter reader

I'm slowly starting to get better, but I'm still not going to say that I'm officially back yet. I was, however, able to finish this.

Psychosomatic

Yandere Arlong x Daughter Reader

2.6k words

Summary: You've finally struck out on your own, and you're starting to build a life for yourself. Hopefully you leaving without telling your father won't come back to bite you.

Warnings: yandere themes (platonic), female presenting reader, unhealthy father-daughter relationship, abuse, self harm, alcohol mention, Arlong-typical racism, angst, hurt no comfort

Everyone can benefit from having a fresh start in life. At least, you know that you certainly have. These past few months have been some of the best months of your life. Sure, there were a couple of people that you missed now, but maybe you'll get lucky and run into them later.

A quiet tune flows through the air as you whistle to yourself while walking back to your home with a bag of groceries. Cold, albeit gentle, wind tugs at your scarf, making it slip down your face. Despite being alone as far as you could tell, you're quick to readjust it. The soft fabric is tightened around your neck until you're sure that it won't come loose again. 

It would be for the best that no one else sees anything they weren't supposed to. You've got a good thing going for you here, and you don't want to lose it because you got chased out for… things that are out of your control. 

The place that you've learned to call home comes into view. It's not much, barely more than a shack really, but you're happy with it. Even if it's more than a little dingy and dilapidated, it's yours. You’ve got plans to do some work on it once the weather warms up.

Just as you're about to enter, you notice something. The door is ajar. You know that you wouldn't do something as careless as leaving the door open like that. Shit. Did someone really look at your home and think to rob it? That seemed unlikely given the state of it. If they looked through the window, they would see that the most valuable thing in there was probably a fishing rod. 

So, it stands to reason, robbery likely wasn't the motive. 

Carefully, you set down the bag of groceries while continuing to whistle in an attempt to not let whoever is inside know that you're onto them. Both of your hands grasp the sheathed swords dangling from either sides of your hips.

After taking a second to prepare yourself, you kick the door open and rush in with your swords drawn, ready to fight. 

The oil lamp you rely on to light the place is off, leaving only the natural sunlight filtering in through the window to illuminate your humble abode. 

Your deduction proved correct. Someone was in here waiting for you. As your eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting, he was nothing more than a silhouette to you. But you didn't need to see the details to figure out who this was. You would recognize his distinct side profile anywhere. 

But what was he doing here? Your swords are slid back into their sheaths as you sigh deeply, already feeling a headache coming on. 

“Arlong. Why are you here?”

His own sigh echoed yours, though it teetered on sounding like a growl. He pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning against and slowly stalked over to you. “How many times have I told you to quit calling me that? I'm your dad. That's how you're supposed to refer to me.”

Your eyes rolled and you crossed your arms over your chest, “I asked you a question. Why are you here, Arlong?” You dragged out every letter of his name with a smirk on your face.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself, “I'm here because I'm your father and you vanished without a trace. Do you really think so little of me that I wouldn't come looking for you? You didn't even tell anyone that you left, you could have been abducted for all I knew. 

“I didn't just up and leave without telling anyone. I told Hachi.” Arlong’s eye twitches at this revelation, but he doesn’t necessarily look surprised either. You also told Nami about your departure, but you weren't about to put her in Arlong's line of fire by saying that. “Also, if I'm being completely honest: No, I didn't think you would come looking for me. Frankly, I thought you would just be relieved that I was finally gone.”

Even as a child, you could tell that you were seen as… undesirable. And that was putting it mildly. 

A quick glance up at Arlong's face revealed that he hadn't been expecting such a blunt answer. His eyes are wide, and his mouth opens and closes as his mind scrambles to formulate a response but keeps falling flat. When he finally does find the words, he sounds more offended than anything, “How can you say that? I know that we may not have the,” his eyes drift to the side, “closest relationship, but I'm still your father whether you like it or not.”

A sarcastic bark of laughter rips out of your throat, “Not the “closest”? Our relationship is nonexistent. You may be my father objectively speaking, but that's it. You've never been my dad.”

In an instant, one of his hands juts out and grabs your jacket. He yanks you closer to him, so close that if you were a little taller you would have been lobotomized by that nose of his. 

“You listen to me, you ungrateful little brat. You could do a hell of a lot worse for yourself than to have me for a father. I've fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head, and made sure you were safe, and this is the thanks I get? I could have abandoned you like my father did to me, but no, I stuck around despite everything!” His raised voice is booming in your ears, and it surprises you a little. You haven’t gotten such a strong reaction out of him since he first took over Cocoyashi Village.

Just as suddenly as he had grabbed you, he threw you away from him. You stumble and crash into the wall, making the old wood groan in protest.

Arlong turns away from you and punches a hole clear through the opposing wall of your home. The force of it damn near makes the entire wall topple down, and for a moment you're worried that the whole structure will collapse, but it doesn't.

His furious eyes dart back to where you're standing, “I didn't have to raise you, but I did, and I think I deserve some damn respect for that! Maybe I would have left you if I knew that this was how you were going to turn out!”

This man… this bastard- this delusional mother fucker really doesn't see any of the problems here, does he? He really thinks that he hasn't done anything wrong. He thinks that HE raised you as if Hachi isn't the sole reason that any of your needs ever got met growing up. As if Hachi isn't the closest thing you have to a real father. 

Fuck this. You meet his glare with one of your own, one filled with complete and utter contempt and loathing. If he wants to go this route, then two can play this game. 

“I wish that uncle Jimbei never gave me back after you were let out of prison.”

That definitely got his attention. You could see a storm of emotions roiling within his eyes. His voice was low and just barely containing the violent impulses within him, “Don't you even start with that shit again.”

Maybe it's time to rip the bandaid off. If this isn't the time to clear the air, then that time will never come. 

You step forward and meet the cold look in his eyes with your own, not willing to back down no matter how hard he tries to intimidate you into doing so. “Why not? Me keeping my mouth shut won't make it any less true. You and me both know that I didn't want to go with you back then, and you sure as shit haven’t done anything to sway my opinion.”

“You little-”

“I mean, really, who are you kidding? There's no way that you seriously think that I prefer your company over Jimbei’s. He actually loves me, unlike you.”

Arlong’s eyes go wide at that, but he's quick to recover, “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“What? You can't really be surprised that I noticed. Come on… when was the last time you had a conversation with me? Actually, scratch that, when was the first time? When have you ever tried to genuinely get to know or spend time with me? Can you even tell me what my favorite color is? What my hobbies are? Oh wait, you can't because you can't even hardly look me in the fucking eyes without choking on your own disgust toward me! Toward what I am!” You had wanted to maintain a cool and unbothered façade during this confrontation, one that you had fantasized about for years, but as the words flowed out, so did the bottled up emotions. 

“I get it, okay? You don't need to tell me that I am not what you wanted. I don't know if you ever even wanted a kid in the first place, but I know damn well that you never wanted one that looked like me.” Your hand comes up and rips off the scarf you were wearing, revealing the fishman trait that you had inherited from your father. The gills on your neck flared uncomfortably from the friction of the scarf. You jab a finger at your gills, “Hell, I bet that if it weren't for these you would have gotten rid of me just like you did with my mom!”

He snapped out of the fog he had been in moments ago and bristled at the mention of your mother, “I didn't do a damn thing to her! She left! And I never… I… never…”

Arlong's words stall, then completely stop as he stares at you. His brows are knitted together. His abrupt change in demeanor completely baffles you, threatening to smother the fires of your rage from pure confusion. What happened? What is he so focused on?

When he speaks again, his voice is hushed; like he's talking to himself more than you, “How… How are you wearing those gloves? Your fingers are webbed… I know that they're webbed.”

Oh, shit. You got so caught up in the heat of the moment that you hadn’t even thought to hide that. 

There's a vain attempt to stuff your hands into your pockets, but Arlong was faster. One of his hands locks around your wrist, and the other rips the leather glove off it. As soon as his eyes lock on what was hidden underneath, he drops your hand and recoils away from you.

Your hand falls to your side and balls into a fist, helping to hide the angry, red scar tissue between all of your fingers. 

“What…” Arlong's eyes narrowed as horror gave way to anger once again, “What happened? Who did this to you?!”

Well… the cat's out of the bag now, isn't it? You heave a sigh as you slide the glove off your other hand. Fingers splay out as your hands raise up to eye level so you can admire your handiwork.

“You're looking at her… I think I did a pretty good job on this, all things considered.” Given how much you drank before doing this in order to work up the nerve to go through with it, it's honestly miraculous that the cuts came out so clean. The cold from the ice had made your hands shake terribly, you can't believe you were even able to hold the scissors properly, much less put them to use. 

“You? You did this?” It sounds like Arlong is trying not to choke on every word. Like his mouth can't bear to form any of it. His eyes finally break away from your hands and they flit everywhere- anywhere that isn't you. “How could you do that to yourself? Do you really hate being a fishman that much?”

“I don’t hate that I’m a fishman. I’m not one. I’m only half, if that. That’s what I hate. I’m not fishman enough to have ever earned your love or approval, but I’m not human enough to seamlessly fit in with them either. I’m just some in between of the two. A freak that couldn’t go one way or the other and kept to an inconvenient middle.”

“As for this…” You flex your fingers as you stare coldly at the scarred flesh between them, “I mostly did this to keep the rest of the people who wouldn’t be able to handle what I am from figuring it out. It's easy enough to hide my gills, but the webbing was harder. Sure, I could have gotten away with wearing mittens for now, but that'll start to get suspicious after it warms up, you know?” Hopefully the scars will be faded enough by then to not draw too much attention to themselves.

Despite your calm demeanor, Arlong was still visibly disturbed by what he saw. “Stop being so casual about this! You mutilated yourself!”

While accurate, the description still made you cringe. You didn't like how it made this sound. “Don't say it like that. I just… had a little work done, you know? This is no different from any other cosmetic surgery.” Your lack of training and professionality aside, of course. 

“That is not the same thing! Are you insane? Have you actually lost your mind?” Arlong pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head, “Forget it. We’ll discuss this later.”

“Later? You better not be planning to stay here.”

Arlong’s eyes rolled and he quickly closed the distance between you and grabbed your arm, “I’m not. We’re going home. Come on.” Without even waiting for a response, he starts dragging you through the broken remains of the wall he punched out.

His bold declaration shocked you. In an instant, you drop like a sack of bricks, making Arlong almost lose his balance. You kick at him, trying to take out his legs, “No way in hell am I going back! I’m an adult now, if I want to go out on my own, then I can!”

A snarl ripped out of Arlong’s throat at your protest. He yanks on your arms, flinging you up and over his shoulder with ease. He steps out of the ruined shack while pointedly ignoring your punching and kicking, “You don’t get to decide that! Not when your first instinct once you’re on your own is to mutilate your body! You’re coming home where I can keep an eye on you before you can do anything worse!”

“I’m not going back!” In a desperate attempt to get away, you grab the hilt of one of your swords.

The distinct sound of a sword being unsheathed alerts Arlong to your actions. He grabs the back of your shirt and throws you to the ground. You hit it hard and gasp as all of the air is forced out of you. Your lungs and gills try to work at the same time in a confused but desperate attempt to get oxygen back into your body one way or another. 

While you’re struggling to breathe, Arlong rips off the belt your swords were secured to and flings it away from you. You cough and hack as you roll onto your side and try to crawl away, but he’s able to pick you right back up just like he had before. 

“Put me down… you piece of shit… stop pretending like you care,” your chest aches with every labored breath it takes.

Arlong doesn’t respond or bother to refute your claim. He just marches onward to the nearby shore, seemingly intent on no longer engaging with you as he drags you back to Arlong Park kicking and screaming. It appears that you have no choice in this matter anymore.

At least you’ll be able to see Hachi and Nami again…

[jd-loves-fiction]

Appears in your askbox again like a plague

Same platonic premise with Boothill, Blade and Gallagher but reader gets kidnapped by their previous captors (reader is a former slave) in the heat of conflict

🌑honeypop if your requests are a plague I wanna be sick 😭 CRIIINGE also this got so angsty good lord 💀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

PanicpanicPANIC

He's never shot people so quick, get space Guiness we've got a record

Getting rid of anyone who gets in his way without a second thought nor a moment wasted - he's never felt more like a machine

He just wants-- no, he needs you to be safe or he might go crazy from the guilt

He was supposed to protect you, he promised

He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt on his watch

So he's shooting people like it's going out of style, quickly tracking your captors down and making his way to you

You'd best look away when he finds them... He's not exactly a merciful man when it comes to his enemies

When he finally gets to you - he doesn't experience adrenaline anymore but - his head is spinning

He's approaching you carefully, doing his best to speak softly and try to make you laugh, so you know you're safe now

He'll swear to you again that this will never happen again

Utterly heartbroken that due to his metal body, he can no longer even give you a hug as comfort :(

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Another one panicking, except it's slightly different

Because of the mara he can't let himself be consumed by his panic and anger because he might end up hurting - the LAST thing he wants

But my god is it difficult to stay calm

He's lost too many people already and we've seen what he's willing to do to bring them back

He's rampaging to your side while trying not to lose himself to the mara

Hope you dont mind him making sure they can never do this stuff again because he's not holding back on the fuckers once he finds them

His rage overtakes his concern to the point that he becomes so focused on paying them back that he only remembers why he's doing this after they're all dead

Immediatly rushes to your side after calming himself down - god forbid he sees even a sliver of fear in your eyes when looking at him or be might throw up

Terrible at expressing his concern, at least verbally, so with your consent he's holding you gently and carrying you to safety - silently comforting in the way he usually is, with an edge of anger and guilt this time

But if you dont want him near you for the time being, he'll be heartbroken but undertanding, though he'll still stay close to your when he can as a means of protection - he just cant let this happen ever again

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Nonchalant no more

All the way chalant, he's freaking the fuck out

True guard dog, genuinely surprised someone got past him since he tries his best to keep an eye on you during fights - clearly he needs to try harder

Tries his best to stay calm in order to focus on getting to you but man it's hard to do

No matter what you are the priority, but he really wants to mess up the people who dared do this again

Tell him you want revenge please and he's hunting them down to the ends of the galaxy

But if you tell him to drop it, he will - you're absolutely his priority, even if he really wants to rip those people to shreds

With his skill set it wont be too difficult to find you and get to you, quickly and efficietly taking care of anyone in his way

When he finds you, he's quick to read the room to figure out what you need

Space? You got it, he'll just stand a little to the side so he can still protect you

Revenge? No need to ask him twice, he's on it

A hug? 🥺He might cry, of course you can have a hug

He's a pretty heartfelt guy but he's got a good head on his shoulders so he understands that this was not his fault but his heart still aches for you

Let's you sit by him at the bar as he works; cracking jokes and teachin you a few bartending tricks to get your mind off things. At least until he can be sure that it wont happen again

[erinwantstowrite]

I want your opinion, so I have a tiktok account where I frequently make videos about LoF and other marvel/dc related content (@tonystarkstwin) and I recently made a video saying jaytim was weird, basically it was a parody of the sound from frozen “i mean it’s crazy, what! we finish each others… sandwiches! …the fuck” and i made it like “i mean it’s crazy we both ship tim with a noncannon ship, yeah! jason, the fuck?” watch the video idk if that makes sense 😭

anyway i have gotten a few comments saying that i “need to respect fandom spaces” and if don’t like something, i shouldn’t make post about it

which i would agree with if i was hating on an individual creator, or a specific fic, or a ship that ya know, wasn’t insect?? but i wasn’t doing that

but also i wanted your opinion because you have talked about batcest and fandom spaces before and i want to know if i was in the wrong for just making a silly video…

i saw that post!! i completely agree with you. and those comments can go to hell <3

in all seriousness, you did nothing wrong. you have every right to talk about your opinion on something. you didn't call out anyone specific, you just said your opinion. you weren't calling for censorship, you were calling out how insane that is. you can go and say over and over again how disgusting, vile, disturbing, nasty, and downright horrific shipping an incest ship is, and how people who do ship it are unwelcome on your page because they are illiterate fucks with no prospects in life that will never know the love of another human being without perverting that relationship, and who will die lonely deaths, rotting in their casket and stinking that up as much as they stink up their everyday lives.

they have the right to block you and continue being delusional shit stains (and i'm talking the kind of people who, if they were rats, would carry the plague). and YOU have every right to make them uncomfortable with being in YOUR space. they obviously have no concept of boundaries or human interaction, so don't worry if they miss the message as much as they miss the meaning of a platonic or familial bond, they'll probably be so incensed that you dared to have a brain in your skull that wasn't made of styrofoam that they'll comment on your page. they'll show you who they are and you can block them.

remember folks: you have every right to speak your opinion as long as you are not harassing anyone individually or asking for censorship of a platform (because censorship will eventually lead to harming us, too). and if they're so mad about that, they can block you, just like they seem to block out the little voice in their heads that tells them they know what they're doing is weird, which causes them to lash out at other people instead of taking accountability and going to therapy.

no, you do not have to make space for pedophiles or incestuous, nauseating freaks.

we are representing ourselves and our fandom spaces every time we make a post, comment, etc. which is why it's important that we make it known that THIS is not their space, and they do not represent us.

if we made way every time people like this told us to, so that WE didn't make THEM uncomfortable, then we wouldn't be here at all. personally, i don't give a flying fuck if i make them uncomfortable or sad or angry. the argument "it's just fictional characters" doesn't work for me, because the media we consume reflects our reality

[poetticoo]

Zayne & Little Sister! Reader

formerly known as: blueberrywrites

Ft. Childhood Friend! Caleb + Best Friend! MC.

"Wait for me!" A seven-years-old you whined as you tried to keep up with the rest of the kids, hair swinging behind you from the wind.

"Slowpoke! Slowpoke!" MC giggled loudly, running ahead of everyone.

"You have to be faster, jitterbug!" Caleb laughed, but you only pouted at him, turning your head to face the eldest of the four kids.

"Big brother tell them to go slower!" you stomped your foot, looking at him with petulant big [colour] eyes.

Zayne only quirked a eyebrow at you as he came to stand besides you. He was the only one who wasn't running, after all, Grandma Josephine's braised chicken will go nowhere if he chose to walk or ran. "You were the one who decided to join their race. If you can't keep up, don't you think you need to try harder?"

You heard him, but did not listen to him. Your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him like he was stupid. "Why would I do that? They're older than me!"

"So?"

"So they're faster," you said as a matter-of-fact, actually rolling your eyes. "They need to- to slow down so we can go the grangran's house together!"

Zayne smiled softly at you, placing his hand on your head, ruffling the astray and sweaty hair. You played a lot in the park today, swinging from horizontal bars to another, challenging MC in who-is-going-higher swing competition, sliding so many times he lost count, and falling from the seesaw to make Caleb laugh. He couldn't fathom how you have so much energy to bounce around still. He doesn't remember being like that at your age.

"No one is going to wait for you," he tucked a hair behind your ear gently. "You have to keep up, no matter what."

"That's not true!" you immediately protested. "You're always waiting for me!"

"I'm your big brother, it's my duty to do so."

You hummed, looking back at the empty street, watching as her friends opened the gate to grangran's house, MC celebrating her victory by jumping up and down like a poultry.

"Race you!" you grinned at him before taking off, laughing brightly as you heard his resigned sigh.

It didn't take long for his faster and heavier footfalls to join yours as he chased you down, your child laughter travelling across the wind in the sun of dusk.

here is a small snippet! i love the thought of big brother zayne. please also note that this has nothing to do with ships and everything is strictly platonic.

[in1-nutshell]

Last one I promise (I love all your work so so so freaking much I have so many ideas and I’m trying not to send in too many) but. BUT.

What would the TFP memory loss back to Orion Pax arc with Maxima be like? How would Megs try to spin this in his favor?

Or! Following the nutshell summary ficlet where Maxima loses her memories, what would Megs do to her? Would he try and turn her into a weapon for the Decepticons, knowing what a skilled warrior she is, or would he keep her close by, like he did with Orion?

And what about Optimus! Did he lose his memories and become Orion Pax, or is he still Optimus Prime, and has to deal with his daughter getting taken from him, maybe even turned against him? (We already know that Maxima considers the Matrix to have taken her father from her, would those feelings still linger for Megatron to use???)

Thank you for all your wonderful writing and for sharing those skills with us!

This has been a writing I have been putting off on the sole reason that there are too many outcomes that could come out of this change alone. Decided this one was going to be the main one.

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima looses her memory

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Mention of injury, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Maxima felt like her helm was being pulled in so many different directions at once.

From getting over the fact the Earth was Unicron.

To wanting to dropkick Optimus for even considering going to fight him ALONE!

To nearly having whiplash hearing that Megatron was coming through the spacebridge.

At this point Maxima swore she was going to punch him just because of how many times she heard his name today alone.

She made sure to stand in between Bumblebee and the kids when the Warlord came through the groundbrigde.

A harden glare bore into Megatron’s helm on realizing who else was in the base.

Megatron: “Well, if it isn’t Prime’s daughter. A fitting reunion, isn’t it?” Maxima stays silent. Raf suddenly comes from his hiding place to stand in front of Megatron. Maxima nearly felt her spark leave her chassis as the other humans came out to get him. She was thankful that the adults managed to get Jakc and Raf back. Miko on the other hand… Miko: “If you even think about going anywhere near her this will be the last thing you will ever see! You can double cross anyone but mine is the face you’ll never forget! Never!” Maxima swiftly scooped her up and held a defensive position, as if waiting for him to make the next move. Megatron: “Ha! It seems as if some training I instilled still remains. Tell me, how many times you have used this exact position on the very bots who have taught you.” Maxima: “Don’t flatter yourself Megatron.” Megatron: “It is simply a complement from a former teacher to a former student.” Optimus then stands in between Maxima and Megatron. The subtle protective stance that had not gone unnoticed by the others. The two leaders stare at each other in silence. Megatron: “Such a waste of potential Prime. She would have made one of the finest Decepticons in my rank. She still can.” Maxima was glad that she managed to carefully cover Miko’s mouth, even with a furious muffle noise coming out of her. Bee whirls in anger now trying to get in front of Maxima while Optimus shifts himself, so he is covering more of Maxima. Optimus: “We did not bring you here for this Megatron. You are only here to assist us in subduing Unicron. That is all.”

Soon enough it was time for everyone to go.

Maxima remembered patting everyone on their heads.

She remembered promising to them that she would keep on optic out for their guardians.

Bumblebee had rhetoric back that he would be watching her back.

Maxima just smiled and fist bumped him.

The monster truck never like caves, especially underground ones.

There were too many dark spaces and unknown depths and rocks around.

Too much like…

No, no time on thinking about her, there was some fighting to do!

Just as Bumblebee had promised, he watched her back.

Bumblebee: “Bep beep! (On your left!)” Maxima easily slashes a bot with her twin axes. Maxima: “Bee on your right!” She blasts the drone on his right. Bumblebee: “Boop! (Showoff!)” Maxima: “I’m not showing off. They are!” Maxima points at Prime and Megatron effortlessly fighting off the enemy in sync. Bumblebee: “Beep. (Yeah, you’re right.)” Maxima: “Always am.” Bumblebee: “Beep! (Hey!)”

The side-by-side fighting doesn’t last long though.

Bumblebee had gone to help Bulkhead and Arcee while Maxima had bolted to Prime and Megatron.

And why wouldn’t she if she saw them both going into a secluded area.

She was not going to let Megatron get any advantage of offlining her father if she was around.

Maxima could make out bits of what Optimus was saying through all the noise in the area.

Soon enough she found herself fighting back-to-back with Megatron.

Maxima shoots a drone in the helm. It was heading to Megatron, key word ‘was’. Megatron flashes her a smirk. Maxima: “Don’t mistake this for me joining your side Megatron. We need you alive for now.” Megatron blasts his fusion canon right by her helm, destroying another drone behind her. She barely flinched. Megatron: “Why my dear, whatever gave you that thought? On your right.” Maxima swings her axe to the right and punches the drone. Megatron: “Your form needs to be more guarded and strike quicker.” Maxima: “The day I ask you for fighting advice is the day I join the Cons, which news flash Megatron, isn’t happening anytime soon! Down!” Megatron sucks down giving Maxima a clear shot to the drone.

Did it feel good to fight alongside her uncle again?

…She would never admit it out loud.

The sound of whirling made her look over to the Prime.

Maxima’s movement staggered a bit at the sight of the Matrix of Leadership.

Too many memories started flooding into her processor.

For once, she was glad to have Megatron’s voice ground her to the battle.

But a sudden harsh tremor shook everyone and everything around.

Two giant rocks had knocked both Megatron and Optimus unconscious as Maxima was barely managing to dodge the falling rocks.

She ran over to Optimus, making sure he was alright.

The Matrix shown bright in his limp servo.

Maybe she could…

Oh, this was a terrible idea, but the only one she had right now.

Maxima grabbed the Matrix from his servos and jumped over the fallen rocks until she reached the front of the core.

She prayed to Primus that the Matrix would open, if no for her, for her family, friends, and everyone who would be affected with the wakening of Unicron.

To her surprise the Matrix opened easily and its energy humming through her and sent a beam straight to the core.

Soon everything went quiet, and Maxima fell, the Matrix bouncing off some rocks near Prime.

Megatron hefted himself up noticing the numerous rocks around and how quiet everything had gotten. He noticed Optimus unconscious a couple feet away. This was his chance! The Warlord hauled himself up and started to his enemy, getting his blaster ready. Another painful groan caught his attention. Maxima was struggling to get up. He watched her sit up, a look of confusion clear as day. She looked over at him with… confusion and relief? Maxima: “Uncle Megatronus? Where are we?” …what…? She tried standing up but let a painful hiss holding her pede. Maxima: “Megatronus what’s going on?” Megatron powers down his blaster and walks to her. He helps her to her pedes while hoisting most of her weight by the waist. Megatron: “We will be alright Maxima.” Maxima takes a closer look at him. Maxima: “Uncle Megatronus what happened to your faceplate? Why are you so pointy?” BLAM! Maxima shrieks and holds onto him like a lifetime. Team Prime was slowly pouring in as Optimus was slowly waking up. Maxima stared at the blasters. Maxima: “Who are they?” Megatron: “They are our enemies! Soundwave activate the groundbrigde.” Maxima: “Soundwave? Where is he? What’s a groundbrigde?” The portal appeared behind them surprising the injured bot. Megatron: “Can you run?” Maxima: “I think so?” Megatron: “Go. I will give us cover.” Maxima looked at him hesitantly before starting to limp and run into the portal. Optimus was conscious enough to see Maxima run through the portal. He struggled to get up with fury in his optics. Optimus: “Megatron! What have you done!” Megatron: “Until we meet again next time Prime!” And with that Megatron ran into the portal.

Optimus has no idea what in the world just happened.

One minute he was holding the Matrix, the next he woke up to see the Matrix a few feet away from him and Maxima looking scared in Megatron’s hold.

According to Bumblebee, she looked scared and confused.

As if she didn’t know who they were.

Optimus retrieves the Matrix, noticing it felt much lighter than usual, and heading out with the rest of the team.

At first the humans were happy to see the guardians alive but quickly turns to confusion and worry when they notice a particular monster truck was nowhere to be found.

Ratchet is the first to ask where Maxima was.

Optimus has a heavy spark when he retells what happened in the cave.

Meanwhile with the Decepticons.

Soundwave had been listening in on Megatron’s open coms the second he was alerted that he was down.

He was the first to greet Megatron and Maxima.

Maxima’s optics went from fear to utter joy when she saw Soundwave.

She ran up to him, grabbing his servo and asking so many questions it left him a bit dizzy.

Many Vehicons were nervous when they saw Maxima on the ship.

He notices them reaching for their weapons and loudly states that Maxima was the latest recruit.

Maxima is confused.

The Con’s are confused.

Soundwave has a feeling he knows what’s going on but needs more context.

Megatron leads Maxima into another room.

Now time for stage two, the backstory.

Megatron goes on a detailed story about the rise of a false Prime and how his side had brought a horrid civil war that ravaged their planet.

Megatron turns to Maxima. There is a look of distraught and fury in her optics. Like father, like daughter apparently. She stands up straighter and smirks at him. Maxima: “Where do I sign up Uncle Megatronus?” Megatron smiles back and places a servo on her shoulder. Megatron: “First thing is first; you will address me as Lord Megatron in front of the others. Second, you are to follow my orders, do not question them, Maxima.” She nods. He gently pushes her to the exit. Megatron: “You will get patched up by our medic, Knockout as well as get the Decepticon insignia.” Maxima: “Decepticons? No offense Megatronu—I mean Megatron, but that makes us sound like the bad guys.” Megatron: “That is a discussion for later.” Maxima: “Wait! You never told me what happened to Orion?” Megatron stopped in his tracts. Oh, Primus he had completely forgotten about that. Maxima’s voice quivered a bit. Maxima: “Megatronus… please tell me he is still online. Please…” Megatron: “…He is offline Maxima. He has been for years now.” Megatron is caught off guard by the sudden tears and hugs. She had done her best to muffle the sobs in his chassis, but it could only do so much. Megatron looked around and hesitantly hugged her back. Maxima: “He can’t be gone… he just can’t…” Megatron: “He is gone Maxima… I am sorry.” He stayed like that until most of the sobs had left her frame and both quietly walked to the med bay for repairs and branding.

Megatron was thankful that Maxima was tired enough to not ask too many questions.

As much as he wanted to place her on the field, he was not going to risk Optimus getting his servos on her.

She would do as the Chief Archivist and decoding relic glyphs for the time being.

The youngling could still decipher the readings almost as quickly as her father.

Good enough to give the Decepticons an edge in finding the rest of the relics.

After enough time passed and loyalty stable, was when the training and missions would start.

As Megatron had said before, Maxima would make a fine Decepticon.

And under his guidance, a fine one she would be.

[hn-undercover-9503]

uh oh look who got possessed at 4 in the morning and stayed up for another hour exorcising the demons (writing idea)

post-wano zosan/sanzo {platonic or romantic, doesn't matter which way} that spawned from me thinking too hard about the death pact

Most of his crew have already either passed out from the party, or are still recovering inside of the shogun's castle. Last he saw, Franky and Jinbe were the only ones still awake and mingling with the Wano residents. It was almost surreal, this grandiose party, after such a huge battle where there were no less than three times that he was sure they were dead.

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It's well past midnight by now, and yet, the lanterns of the Flower Capital burn just as bright as they did hours before. They light up the night sky, thousands of them drifting into the clouds, high among the stars. Sanji hasn't been able to take his eyes off of them for the last hour. His head is pleasantly foggy, stomach full and body at ease. It's especially nice after the special level of hell all of them went through today. Sitting outside and watching the lights over his head and listening to the sound of a country celebrating the end of its long reign of suffering–it’s comforting, in the kind of way he feels like it's been a while since he felt able to bask in.

But they aren't dead–Sanji and all of his crew are still alive, and victorious.

Some would probably chock up their win to luck, or to random chance. Sanji knows better. He understands that there's one reason, and one reason only, that he's able to sit here on this deck and stare up at the beautiful lanterns containing the dreams and desires of a whole country. And as of right now, that reason is off sawing logs about three rooms away from him.

He could fall asleep out here, he thinks. The weather is perfect, and the noise of the crowd is surprisingly comforting. It's easy for all of it to fade into the background, becoming a soothing hum in the back of his head as his eyes slip closed without him even thinking about it. His body still feels heavy, and honestly, he can use the rest. He may not have been as grievously injured as some of his crew, but he's no stranger to what it feels like to be overworked. Even in this new, strange body, he knows he shouldn't be keeping himself awake after going through what he did.

Unfortunately for him, fate is a cruel mistress.

Just as he feels himself about to drift off completely, there's a dull pain from his side. He sighs, not having the energy to launch an outright attack on whoever's dumb enough to jab him in the ribs when he's sleeping. Instead, he opens one eye and glares up at the figure leaning over him until his tired eyes finally focus.

"Oi," the mosshead grunts, poking him in the side with the scabbard of his newest sword, before seeing Sanji's awake and resting it over his shoulder. "I gotta talk to you, Cook."

Sanji groans, sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. His body cries out its protests, demanding he lay back down and promptly pass out for about thirty eight hours, but he ignores it for now. He sits up and turns a half-hearted glare onto the swordsman as he lowers himself to sit on the deck beside him.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, Marimo?" Sanji grumbles, looking back up at the sky. It's a far less irritating sight than walking fungi keeping him awake. "You look like shit."

Zoro grunts. "Could say the same for you."

"I'm better off than you, shitty swordsman." He quips back immediately, digging into his pocket for his cigarettes purely on instinct. "You didn't have to lug me around a whole castle for several minutes, now, did you?"

"Shut up," Zoro tells him, but there's not an ounce of bite to his tone. He's clearly just as exhausted as Sanji is, probably more. So then...

"What are you here for, Marimo?"

Zoro is quiet for a while–too long, in Sanji's opinion. He looks away from the sky and catches sight of a downturn to the swordsman's lips, his eyebrows pulled together like he's trying really hard to use his singular brain cell to formulate his words. Sanji purses his lips and waits for it.

"During the fight," He begins slowly, slurring his words and drawing out the syllables. "You called me on the snail."

Sanji turns away, looking out over the sprawling crowd still partying on. Okay. That makes sense. He should have known that's what this would be about. He frowns.

"You asked me to kill you, cook." Zoro continues, now glancing at him directly and settling him with a glare that could have knocked out a hundred men. "I want you to tell me what the hell that was all about."

“Why, disappointed you couldn't hold up your end of the deal, Marimo?” He tries to deflect with a smirk right off the bat, but he knows it hasn't worked before he even finishes speaking. Zoro's glare hardens, and Sanji just sighs.

“It's not something I really wanna talk about.” He admits, pulling out his lighter and lighting himself a cigarette. “And it worked out, so you don't need to worry about it. Really.”

Zoro is clearly unconvinced by his assurance. “It's got something to do with you running off to marry that girl, doesn't it?”

“Not…exactly.” He clarifies, which he knows explains nothing. Zoro huffs out an agitated breath.

“If you don't tell me, I'll hafta cut you for it.”

Sanji chuckles. “You and I both know you're in no shape for a brawl right now, Marimo. So heel.”

Zoro rolls his eye at him. “Just–tell me.”

“Why do you wanna know so bad, huh?”

Zoro crosses his arms with a scoff. “You asked me to kill you, dumbass. And you expect me to just shrug it off?”

“Wow, who knew moss could think? So you're sentient after all, huh, Marimo?”

Zoro growls and digs an elbow into his side. It's clear by the pained hiss he lets out afterwards that the action hurt him more than it did Sanji.

He winces and runs at it anyway, if only so he doesn't do it again. After taking a particularly long drag from his cigarette, he breathes out a cloud of smoke and leans back on the deck, face turned up to the sky again. “Fine. But if you really want the whole story, you're gonna be here a while.”

Zoro grunts again and then he's setting his swords aside to lay back next to him, also looking up at the sky. “Just tell me, stupid cook.”

He sighs again, more smoke escaping from his lips. It fades away against the backdrop of night sky, stars, and lanterns. “You got the story of my family from Luffy, I assume?”

“Bits and pieces–I know they weren't your family family.”

Sanji smiles, because of course Luffy would describe it like that. “Yeah. Well, turns out I made a mistake. Using that bastard's weapon, his raid suit–it…did something to me.”

Zoro shifts from beside him, and when he glances over he's sitting up on his elbow to look down at him. “The hell does that mean?”

“My siblings were all born superhuman. Reinforced bodies, crazy fast healing, the works. I wasn't like them. I was just a regular old human.”

Zoro frowns at him. “That a bad thing?”

“In the eyes of the bastard, it was unforgivable.” Sanji shrugs, taking another drag just for the sake of it. “But I preferred it that way–once I got older, at least. My mom died to make sure I got to stay human. I owe everything to what she gave me.” His eyes burn as he prepares his next words, and they stick to his throat when he speaks again. “But because I was a selfish idiot…I wasted her gift.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, swirly?”

Sanji takes a deep breath and another drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs completely and settle his racing heart. “The raid suit. When I wore the suit, it must've triggered something. When I was fighting Queen, my body felt strange. It'd been happening for days, but I didn't think anything of it before. And then Queen got me trapped and I should've been dead, but I wasn't. I could feel my bones shattering, my organs rupturing–but when he let me go, I was fine. Like nothing even happened.”

“So you got strong bones and super healing. Who gives a shit?”

“...those aren't the only traits my siblings share.” Sanji pinches the end of his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger. “They don't experience emotion. At all. It's why they make the perfect war machines. Can't feel bad about destroying a country if you can't feel anything.”

Zoro stays quiet for a while again, and this time is even more nerve-wracking than the last. Anxious, Sanji forces himself to sit up on his elbow and look over to him. His face is impassive, unreadable. Sanji's heart rate speeds up again.

Finally, Zoro grunts yet again. “You're stupid, cook.”

“Wha–” Sanji sputters for a second before the words catch up to him. “Oh, fuck you! I give you my whole story and you're insulting me?” He throws himself back into the deck with a huff. “I don't know why I even bother–”

“You feel too much to never feel anything, idiot.”

Sanji blinks, turning his head again to look at him. He's sitting up now, hunched over and glaring at him. There's no heat behind his steely gaze, though.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” This time, Zoro jabs a thumb into his side and Sanji lets out an undignified yelp, pushing out of his reach before he can get any more bright ideas. “Your dumb bleeding heart is too damn big to feel nothing. And you're stupid for thinking it could ever come close.”

Sanji scowls at him. “You don't understand. There was a moment there when I lost control. I thought I–”

“You thought? Thought what, shit cook?” The swordsman barks out a laugh. “Thought you did something terrible and evil, huh? Something that would make you wanna die to my swords?”

“I thought I hit a woman.”

Zoro stares at him for a second before bursting out laughing. “Well? Didja?”

Sanji grits his teeth and reaches out a leg to land a kick to his side, even as his body screams more protests. “Of course not, asshole! I would never–”

“Then shut up about it, would ya?” Zoro yawns, shoving his leg away haphazardly and laying back on the deck with his arms folded behind his head. “That when you called me?”

He frowns, turning back to look at the sky again. “Around there.”

Zoro lets out a deep breath, eye slipping closed. “Looks like I was worried for nothing.”

“Maybe you were.” Sanji admits quietly, watching as the lanterns bob and sway on the sudden breeze. “...hey,”

Zoro grunts instead of replying with words, because he's a caveman at heart.

“I know you think it's stupid…but if it did happen. You'll still keep up your end, won't you?”

The swordsman is silent for so long that Sanji's sure he's gone to sleep. But when he turns around to look at him, the other is staring right at him. For some reason, the look in his singular eye raises the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Course I will.” He eventually says, laying his head back. “But it won't. So shut up and go to sleep.”

Sanji smiles, laying back onto the deck once again. He shuts his eyes, and the pleasant hum of festivities sets over him once more. “That was the plan, at least until a certain mossball decided to interrupt me.”

“I don't need a fucking deal to kill you, shit cook.”

“I'd like to see you try, Marimo.”

[kissboybyler]

no cuz i need the byers to stay over at the wheeler’s house and, like,for them to turn the basement into some kind of meeting place with weapons and strategy thingies (im losing my mind) so that not everyone fits to sleep there. And thus Will has to sleep in mike’s bedroom, so he brings over his sleeping bag, places it on the floor and is ready to go to sleep, but then mike enters the room (freshly showered) and stops right there in his tracks, and tells Will he can have the bed if he wants to. Will refuses (obviously) because he doesn’t want mike to have to sleep on the floor of his own room, but mike besically insists and Will doesn’t really have the energy to argue, so he takes him up on the offer.

Will tucks himself into Mike’s comfy blanket that smells like him, and is almost immediately taken by sleep. Mike’s lying down on the floor, unable to sleep, heart in his throat, entranced by the look on will’s face, looking more relaxed than he has in a really long time, but exactly like the angel mike’s always loved. He can’t take him eyes off of him, and he’s trying really hard not caress will’s arm that’s hanging from the bed. And even though Mike is fighting his feelings and pretty much freaking out because will’s in his bed and sleeping like the most unfairly angelic and beautiful person that’s ever existed, he can’t look away. Until Will suddenly opens his eyes, catching mike in the act. Mike feels like he should probably look away, but it’s all in vain. He’s been caught either way, so he might as well keep looking at his best friend who he definitely doesn’t have the most non-platonic, consuming feelings for.

Or you know…they could just. Sleep in the same room and look at each other. Or something. (im losing my mind)

[strangerthingsfanworkrecs]

I would love to recommend @tomtomslongdong as a *reader* highlight. It is always such a joy to see what they’re reading but also to read whatever comments and tags they leave behind. Let alone to be a writer and receive their feedback. One of the greatest supporters in the fandom, truly if no one else cares for a fic I wrote but they enjoyed it, it’s like the ultimate stamp of approval.

This week, we're highlighting @tomtomslongdong as a commenter! All recs this week will be from her recs.

Tomtom answered some questions about what she does to find fics and to leave great comments under the cut

Why Stranger Things?

I went from casual watcher in anticipation of season 4 coming out to falling in love with all the characters in the space of a few weeks. Friendship, loyalty and messy family dynamics are such a core part of st, which is something I latch onto when I’m watching anything. And maybe.. there were some characters(Eddie) that I grew even more fond of(definitely Eddie). I even remember seeing edits of Eddie at the picnic table but it wasn’t until I had watched that first episode of season 4 that I truly got it. It’s been 84 years but I’m still in love with that man.

What's your favorite ship (platonic or romantic) to read?

I read x reader the most but I adore platonic stobin and I wanna read about them more. Their dynamic is everything to me. Infact Robin with any of the st girls too. I look up this one fanart of robin and Carol Perkins a lot. A LOT.

How do you typically find fics?

At the start I would brave the tags more and I do still do that but genuinely it’s from blogs I like and follow reblogging them. I’ve curated my own little balance of people reading stuff I know I’ll like and also being introduced to fics I might not have even thought of reading before seeing their reactions.

Are there other forms of fanart you enjoy? How do you find them?

Fanart that’s been inspired by fics or concepts, just witnessing one artist inspire another is so joyful. Also when an artists self inserts themselves into their art! It’s seriously one of the coolest things ever. My favourite thing to do is trawling the tags of an eddie blog as I go on a deep dive. I scrape the barnacles off that boat allllll the way back to the start. I find all sorts of fanart and work that maybe I’ve never seen as I didn’t gravitate back to tumblr till later in summer ‘22.

What's your tip for leaving comments on works?

Just tell them how it made you feel man. Scream it at the writers. I’m no good at articulating myself at all but sometimes you read the exact thing you needed to read and all is right with the world. Let them know they’re very much to blame for your emotional state when they post. And who knows those writers might occasionally grace you with the biggest gift of all (more lore on the world they’ve built directly from their mind via an IV drip known as the DMs)

Is there any fanwork that really stood out to you?

hockey!eddie has an iron tight grip on me and if anyone could find the stats on how many times I’ve viewed dr-aculaaa and hearsegrrl art on him, you’d take my phone away

Is there anything we didn't ask that you'd like to add?

Just that it’s wild, there’s this little community in my phone that’s so smart? So talented? And I’ve formed what I hope I can call genuine friendships from this and yet no one in my day to day real life knows I’m just kicking around in here haha! I get to be my weirdo self with my weirdo friends in peace and I think that’s lovely.

[marzipanilla]

lol I was gunna ask if you'd seen the new eps yet. The answer is apparently yes

If you think how Mark and Eve get together in the show is bad !! Wait until you hear about how in the comic she dated William first (he doesn't come out as gay until later) and straight up tells Mark that she did it to be close to him. The stupid future her speech does get brought up between them and she is upset about it but like... I don't remember her having such meta commentary about the future her not being her and how weird it all was. Like. If you writers were aware how stupid it was WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE IT IN. it gives nothing. truly. nothing to the narrative. Instead of inventing stupid shit to put in, why not just naturally let the two of them bond over their fucked up family situations? Eve could be all hey, I was made as a government weapon, and Mark could be all my dad wanted to use me as one !! and they could party. But no. A sad middle aged woman cries at you after an insanely traumatizing moment in your life so now you gotta date her proxy.

To keep adding on to the lack of platonic relationships... fucking Samson once again desperate to call them all family when he's still barely spoken to any of them. Did something happen to you man ??? you an orphan??? you having flashbacks to the OG GoG getting rid of you??? why are you so determined to use that word ?? did someone just say it once to you and you thought it sounded cool ??

Also Imma laugh my ass off if they force me to watch Immortal and Kate get married and that girl still doesn't get another outfit. fr I think she has had the same wardrobe for all eps now.

What if the team had actual team dynamics : \ what if they gave us that. instead of one liners. what if there was an indication these ppl actually liked working together. what if there was an indication of who didnt like working together! what if they... had to... communicate with each other !! tbh, I was amused by this sort of happening in the recent ep batch, but then I remembered it was so intermittent in the narrative that it feels jarring when it does happen. pls I need more than two scenes a season if you are going to keep telling me these characters are important as a group.

Art having immunity bc he knows everybody. lol don't try and shake down the tailor, its mutually assured destruction AND you'll have heroes and villains on your ass who just dont want to have to find a new guy. Is having a Rosenbaum costume like having a Gucci bag?? is he considered lower end to others?? does he try and keep a very strict schedule to keep things separate or do nemesis run into each other sometimes at his place picking up stuff?? How did he become friends w Nolan ?? the man tipped him w books ! books he never read ! did he just find Nolan's alieness charming? did Debbie make them hang out? did he just figure a guy who came here from another planet might be lonely so offered to hang?? is he so used to seeing villains that Nolan's offness just didn't bother him? like he didn't even realize he was picking up unsettling vibes ?? also it seemed like he didnt get the Omni-Man suit until around when Mark was born, so what was he tailoring for him then? copies of his Viltrumite kit?

Its funny how little time Mark actually spends around other heroes. On one hand it would make sense that a fair number would want to avoid him, but thats really only reflected in Immortal. Literally nobody else seems to give a fuck. He really is the special nepo baby of the GDA. Monopolizing all that Cecil time.

Yeah normal until not only works if the ppl involved were normal at some point, and space alien hiding the fact he's here to do a lot of murder, and woman who is apparently fine w marrying a god creature ARE NOT NORMAL. How did they produce such an average child. Why is the scope and depth of this universe only relative to Mark's existence. whyyy. it squishes so many compelling things down into nonsense.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[mysticraven20]

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[recent-rose]

hey i dont go here but jayce's speech about viktor in s2e9 isn't him saying 'u should never have tried to heal yourself, you were perfect the way u were x3' it was him saying that viktor's physical health never made him any less beautiful, never made him any less important, never made him any LESS, period. he wasn't saying viktor didn't need to pursue a cure for his ills like come on his motivation to invent hextech was to help people. to cure disease. viktor's first and foremost among them.

he said what he said because it was the thing viktor craved to hear most in his life, and that is why those were the words that punched through his defences even as the machine herald: jayce loved him wholly and unconditionally, healthy or ill, good or bad, human or inhuman. he would always be loved just the same.

[findafight]

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!