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icycoldninja · 2 days

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Lab Visit (Sephiroth x Scientist!Reader)

(Set in Crisis Core)

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Sephiroth was due for a physical today. He was supposed to receive new Mako injections and stamina boosters, as per Hojo's orders. You, one of Shinra's top scientists, had been ordered to complete this procedure. While the very mention of such a task frightened your fellow scientists, you were not to be deterred. Sephiroth was a bristly, rather cold person, but he wasn't as cold to you, which could probably be credited to the little friendship the two of you had built. Over the years, Sephiroth's visits to the lab had brought you company, real company, not the ramblings of some deranged lunatic who lurked about in the shadows. Sephiroth was different, both physically and mentally, though you could never tell why. There was something about him that enabled his very presence to be both calming and terrifying all at the same time. Yes, the man could be nice at times, but there were several disastrous instances where he lashed out in anger at anyone who dared approach him with a needle or syringe, though when you did it, you were a different story. One could even say...he trusted you. This trust allowed you to do things to him no one else could, such as take samples of his blood without him going ballistic and destroying everything in the lab in a fit of rage--or possibly, fear.

"Y/N," A low, sinister voice intoned, as an old man with greasy black hair tied back in a low ponytail emerged from the shadows.

"Dr. Hojo," You greeted, feeling yourself tense under his menacing gaze. Of all the scientists--no--all the people in Shinra, Hojo was who you detested the most. The acts he'd committed were unforgivable. Turning your own assistants and fellow scientists into mutant creatures for "research"?! Unbelievable! Not to mention the things he'd done to Sephiroth before you'd even arrived. You hadn't even uncovered the details of what happened, but you knew it had to be bad.

Still, Hojo was your employer; he was paying your wages and providing you with opportunities to learn and grow your experience--as well as chances to talk to Sephiroth more often, so you had to grit your teeth and bead it.

"The subject will be here soon," He finally said, sounding rather giddy. "Prepare the equipment. I want samples of everything." You gulped, knowing full well that when Hojo said he wanted "everything", he meant everything. Skin samples, hair samples, sweat samples, and more. You barely finished gathering up your gear when a familiar figure trooped through the door.

"Dr. Y/N, how do you do?" You spun around, trying--and failing--to hide the grin on your face.

"General Sephiroth, a pleasure to see you again. Do have a seat." Sephiroth nodded before tugging off his leather trench coat, revealing his lack of underclothes. He hung the coat on a rack on the wall and took a seat on the hospital-style bed you'd prepared for him. From the corner, Hojo watched, a devious glint in his eye. You busied yourself with gathering up vials and beakers, and such, while the two men glared at each other silently. After several minutes, Hojo departed, presumably to slither back into whatever hole he crawled out of, leaving the two of you alone in the room. Almost instantly, the tense mood was lifted.

"I can't believe you can put up with him," Sephiroth sighed, crossing his bare arms. You shrugged, sterilizing a needle with alcohol.

"Believe me, I'm trying very hard not to throw something acidic at his head." Your eyes met, smirks both plastered on your faces.

"I would like to see you do that," Sephiroth chuckled, extending his arm for you to prick.

"And to do so would be my dream come true," You responded, gently pricking his arm with the needle and drawing a few small drops of blood.

Sephiroth nodded, a smile on his face as he relaxed into the hospital bed. Over the course of the next hour, you collected all the samples Hojo would need for his sick creations, and once the Mako infusion drip was in, you were both free to chat, about work, about your own personal lives, about everything. Throughout the entirety of this short visit, Sephiroth looked happier than you'd ever seen him, even though he was in a place he hated. He was happy with you, and you were happy with him.

Once the infusion was complete and Sephiroth was free to leave, he did so reluctantly, for the only reason he braved the nightmares of this lab, the only reason he subjected himself to experimentation, was so he could see you.

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fayevalcntine · 8 months

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The whole framing of Lestat as the sole symbol of patriarchy that fandom is so desperate to put him in doesn't work unless you deliberately ignore how he was also a victim of rape and abuse before he was turned. People want him to be fit into this strict role of "father figure/violent husband/perpetrator" that is only that and not even a whole person, and in doing so they need to push aside the fact that despite being his family's provider, he was also pushed into that role when his father forbid him from joining a monastery or gaining an education that he wanted. Lestat wanted to run away with a theater group as a kid, and actually managed to do so once Gabrielle gave him her blessing and monetary support in order to go to Paris. He didn't always want to be the provider, he was forced into that role and became despondent when he thought he would never get a chance to leave his home.

His new life prior to being turned is pretty much the antithesis to the whole "Lestat is a manly man who would sooner throw up than be compared to a woman" spiel: he lived with another man in Paris while also being an actor, having left his family and "responsibility" to them. The only family member he was ever close to was his mother, all the other male members shunned or ridiculed him. Add onto that the fact that his turning firmly placed him within the role of the damsel/victim: he's kidnapped from his bed by a stranger, taken into a tower and left to rot while being fed on for a week, before then being raped and violently turned all while never even being asked if he would consent to it in any normal circumstance. But you of course have to ignore all of this if you want him to only represent the aggressor/patriarch while Louis is the helpless unhappy matriarch of the family.

My issue isn't that I think Louis isn't a victim, it's that it's not unrealistic for Lestat to be an aggressor/abuser while also displaying traits that aren't regularly assigned to stereotypical depictions of male characters. He's abusive to Claudia while also having been a victim of abuse from his own family. He's not a good maker/teacher, but he also didn't even have one when he was turned. He's the provider/attempted protector of the family and seemed to like being that, while also having run away from his own family prior to this to act in a theater in Paris. He's a rich white man while also being obviously effeminate in public spaces, even to Tom's own bigoted humor.

Like Louis' own complicated story with being his family's benefactor and provider, you can't firmly place Lestat as being one thing or another in terms of gender ideals without deliberately ignoring parts about him that don't fit this. And I don't think it's an absolute necessity, when even in Louis' own story, Lestat isn't stripped of his effeminate mannerisms or behavior while also being the abusive maker/father/lover.

#interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #like even Louis doesn't try to act like Lestat was only ever the powerful 'daddy' of the house #if he was I doubt he'd even feature Lestat wanting to be king of mardi gras and doing that extremely flamboyant display #to the public's chagrin/disgust #the only people in awe of Lestat's peacocking are the women in ep7 like that man was NOT accepted by other rich men like Tom #and I don't point this out in order to dismiss the notion that he could be abusive/horrible #rather that it's completely possible for both things to be true?#also to the people that will likely go: but how does him being a victim of abuse negate him being a patriarch #idk maybe redirect your question to the Edwardian wife fanatics that think that no male character can be a victim unless he is assigned #the female while he is in a relationship with another man 🤷‍♀️#I'll never forget how someone was also like 'Lestat fakes his femininity for the public' why? no one likes his effeminate ass anywhere #he holds more power by being white + rich than by being effeminate in order to ''''hide'''' his power which he never has or cared to #when Fenwick suggested to Louis to get a business under Lestat's name it's because Lestat being white could pass segregation laws...#not because his effeminate mannerisms grant him more favor.....

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missyandthemisfits · 2 months

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Tokyo Revengers-Do They Believe In Sex Before Marriage?

18+ WARNING, NSFW

Mikey – Pfft, do you even have to ask? He’s got NO qualms about sneaking (it’s not sneaky at all) you off from the group in-between meetings and giving you the most satisfying of quickies, needy and demanding as he pushes you up against the alleyway wall. Quite the exhibitionist this one. No, the real challenge will be convincing Mikey that marriage is something worth having ‘cause let’s face it, he ain’t buying what they’re selling.

Draken – Honestly, he would much MUCH rather be wed before he’s plowing his impressive length down into your slick, but alas, he’s a man with needs and desires. That said, if you really wanna wait until marriage, he’s not forcing you to do anything you don’t want. He will, however, ask for other things, to give and to receive them.

Mitsuya – Oh, he’s a man on a mission to be married with children, I can assure you of that. He probably wants to be married before making his dream of having you a moaning mess of a person beneath him come true. Buuut, he’s all for fooling around beforehand if you are. And if you wanna wait, he’s waiting, no questions asked. #Gentlemengonnagentleman

Hakkai – Baby boy really really wants to wait until marriage, he’s hella embarrassed about even thinking about you in those compromising positions, spread so deliciously for him and only him. But also, he’s incredibly weak willed when it comes to you and your wishes so despite weak protests, he’s not stopping anything. As a religious man though, he will feel guilty about it.

Baji – He absolutely intends to sleep with you before he pops the question – gotta take the car out for a test drive before you purchase it, right? (Words uttered only to Chifuyu who is sworn nay threatened to secrecy). He fantasizes about being balls deep in you like clockwork and when he finally gets that chance? He’s not giving it up for anything. Feel free to try and stop him.

Chifuyu – He’s torn, he really is. Has he fantasized about you exposed to him in a mating press? God yes. But does he also think there’s something incredibly and undeniably romantic about waiting until your wedding night? Also a strong yes. Decides he can’t make that type of decision, so whatever you want is what you’ll get, 100%.

Takemichi – HaHA – let him tell it and ‘I-It’s only natural for a hotblooded young man to want those types of things! Right…?’ Grade A dork. But truth be told, he wants to wait as long as he possibly can (he’s afraid he’ll mess it all up) , he’s really aiming until the marriage thing but knows things just happen, like that one time you were clawing at his jeans on your knees- still fantasizes about that, the horn dog.

Atsushi – He wants to wait. His mother raised him on strong values and he’s not keen on disrespecting you or himself by taking things farther than he, or you, think they should go. Now, will he lap at your most sensitive bits like a dog in heat? Yea, but I mean, that’s not really going all the way, ya know? Gotta love loopholes.

Nahoya – Maaaan oh man is this boy pervy. Within the first month, he’s got his hands on your ass with that devilish smirk, making all sorts of dirty jokes and disgusting remarks. Wants it and wants it bad. Tries his best to be respectful but has a very hard time stopping at just your sexy mouth, even if he just came. Stop him from going further and he will be frustrated, frowning for once. Doesn’t even know if he fully believes in marriage, he just wants to be inside you as long as you’ll tolerate him – or for as long he can tolerate you.

Souya – The total and complete opposite of his twin – where Nahoya can be incredibly pushy and demanding, Souya is all light touchs and sweet nothings, asking permission for everything, from hand holding to kissing. In an ideal world, he’s waiting until you’re both married (which he plans on being) to make you his completely. Incredibly honored (and nervous) that you even asked him to pleasure you with his tongue, and what a surprisingly skilled tongue it is. Doesn’t expect more, doesn’t even expect reciprocation, perfectly happy just pleasing you - so when you do palm at his hardened and constrained member, lowering yourself to your knees well… who is he to deny you? Not like he could say ‘No’ if he tried.

Kazutora – Poor dear is traumatized – doesn’t honestly know whether or not he believes in marriage and it shows in the way he stops everything at the question. He can’t promise you he’ll ever come to a real conclusion, but what he can promise you is that he will be by your side for as long as you’ll have him, a lifelong partner. His kiss goes from sweet to hungry in a matter of seconds though, and he’s on top of you before you know it, eyes begging for you to help him to his release.

Hanma – Never even considers the idea of marriage before you, too preoccupied with curing his boredom to really care either way. However, he finds himself considering the notion, genuinely excited about it and suddenly, he can’t wait. He’s not looking for anyone else once he’s locked in, sincerely – but getting him to stop his long fingers from slowly moving in and out of you was something you always struggled with. Fuck, would you be able to keep your own promise at this point?

Taiju – You might be surprised but as someone who devotes himself to his religion, he thinks it’s only right to wait until marriage, almost impatiently waiting, praying, for the day you take his damn near monstrous length like the good slut you are. Until then, he’s more than happy to prep you with his admittedly very large fingers. Good luck!

Kokonoi – More concerned with whether or not you’re able to have an intellectual conversation with him really, pretty low libido. More than likely, he’ll wait until marriage, it’s not a bother or inconvenience to him in the slightest. More than happy to have your back against his chest, lazily playing with your naughty bits while enjoying a good movie, chin resting on your shoulder. May ask for reciprocation every now and then, but he’s a whiner so that’s fun.

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radiance1 · 5 months

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Nasty Burger explosion happens, leaving Danny homeless and friendless, he gets adopted by Vlad but Vlad, in all of his ambition to get Danny as his son and even telling said boy such thing multiple times.

Genuinely doesn't know what to do.

He never, well, thought this far, and certainly never in the circumstances that made this possible.

He tries a few parenting techniques (that he's read from multiple books to get the perfect child) and nothing sticks both because of Danny's stubbornness and pettiness.

So, Vlad tries from a... different angle.

He doesn't need a perfect son, he realized, he just wanted one, and now that he's gotten one, he realizes that Danny would be the one to succeed Vladco in the off-chance (which is low as hell already) that Vlad someone gets taken out of commission.

So what does he do?

He shows Danny how fun the business world can be when you're on top of it. One of the giants, an Emperor among kings.

Slowly sinking your fangs into an enemy, backing them into a corner bit by bit, until before they realized it, they can do nothing but be a defenseless little grub. Watching them crumble to bits in their own panic, and by their own hand making their situation worse and worse until, with one final blow, nothing is left of them.

Either by their own hand, or yours.

Danny took to it like a fish to water and, dare Vlad say, they even drew closer throughout it. Not quite father and son, yet not enemies either.

He thinks the term would be... frenemies?

Yes, on the best of days allies and on every other day frenemies.

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Danny doesn't... hate, Vlad. Yet he doesn't love him either, he thinks he likes Vlad at the very least. When the man backed off from trying to get him to be his son and replace his father.

Which was still a dick move considering his father had just died, but he's since managed to get over it. (The replacing his dad move, not his dad's death.)

Then Vlad started treating his less as a son and more of a... roommate, that he teaches business too. He will admit, he liked the change, gave him more room to grieve the loss of his family, and then, a while after that, Vlad showed him what made the business world... 'fun.'

And he was right, it is fun.

It was a great distraction from the pain of losing his family, and the fear that he would become like his dark future that he managed to avoid. He's not destroying the world, he's just destroying rival companies.

Way better in his opinion.

Of course, there are other 'Emperor among kings' out there, would be weird if there weren't honestly. To name a few, being Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne.

In other words, a guy who hates an overpowered alien superhero and a himbo playboy.

Honestly, he doesn't really care about Lex Luthor, he's more of Vlad's chess mate rather than his. Who he does care for, however, is on Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Two years older than him, that is true, yet a fun chess mate all the same. Does he care for the boy's father and siblings? No, not really, not at all actually.

He's tried to corner the boy before (Most of which he planned out with his own chess set that Vlad got him, Vlad has one as well in fact), mostly on a whim really. To test the waters, so to speak. But, Timothy Drake succeeded his expectations and, well, more.

He tries more than once, gaining an inch, Timothy finds a way to gain two more. Corner him, and Drake finds a way out and even reserving the tides.

He's never able to completely corner Timothy Drake-Wayne, and Timothy Drake-Wayne has never been able to completely corner him, which is honestly what makes this so fun.

Vlad was right, the business world can be fun.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Honestly I don't know about this one really #But I think I like the relationship I gave Danny and Vlad here #Not quite friends #Not quite enemies #Certainly not father and son #It just is I guess

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wildgeese98 · 3 months

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It's kind of unfortunate that the only bit of characterization for original! Elias that's widely talked about is him being a stoner. It's true that for a long time that's literally the only thing we got. One funny throwaway line. But we do learn a bit more in mag 193 (one of my favorite s5 episodes incidentally) and it makes him a much more interesting and tragic character.

Elias was an aimless rich kid trying and failing to live up to his father's high expectations for him. He was raised to believe that he deserved success and power simply because of the family he was born into. It's implied that this alienated him from his peers leaving him incredibly isolated. It probably also meant he didn't have a lot of control over his own life, following the path he was expected to rather than what he acctually wanted. Even before being marked by the Eye he probably felt like was constantly watched and judged, and found wanting.

The statement draw heavy parallels between original! Elias and Jon. In fact the line between them gets very blurred as Jon "plays" Elias in the statement and Elias's VA plays Jonah in the body of James Wright. Jon and Elias are both parallels and opposites. They were both marked and drawn to the Institute by that mark.

Elias had the conviction that he was destined to be important and he was right the most perverse, twisted way possible. He was only ever there to be used and used completely. To the point were he ceased to be, leaving only his body to puppeted by Jonah.

Jon had no such conviction, and yet he became literally the most import person in the world. But that was only after being moulded and completely reshaped by Jonah. He in a way lost almost as much autonomy and control of his body as Elias did. Though he at least got to keep his mind, for the most part.

This has gotten away from me a bit, but the point remains. Elias, like a lot of TMA characters, is a fascinating person who we only get to see brief snatches of. I think about him a lot. I especially think about how horrifying it must have been to realize, for the briefest moment, that his mind and body were being completely taken over, right before his consciousness was snuffed out.

#tma #elias bouchard #original elias bouchard #jonah magnus #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #i did acctually write a fic about Elias getting bodysnatched by Jonah but im so very self conscious about my writing #im not gonna link it but my ao3 name is similar to my username so u could probably dig it up of u really wanted to

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yawnderu · 8 months

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Simon ''Ghost'' Riley - Character Study

Ghost mourns the death of Simon Riley to this day. When Simon Riley faked his death and switched his dog tags with the ones of the colleague who killed his entire family, he burnt his family home and Ghost was born. His arm sleeve has a tattoo of dog tags, which belong to Simon though the engraving is not visible.

Unlike some may think, Ghost isn't cold or rude. Throughout the entire campaign he remains polite and even cracks jokes with Soap to help both of them to calm down, something that certain spec ops do in real life as well during tense missions to ease the tension.

He doesn't enjoy killing, his voice lines in multiplayer show it. He's quiet, reserved, and gets the job done simply because that is the path that he chose.

Ghost isn't completely averse to touch despite his trauma, though touchy people could easily make him uncomfortable unless he knows them and feels comfortable around them. Pats on the shoulder, handshakes, and maybe even a quick hug are some of the things Ghost doesn't seem to mind.

Contrary to popular belief, Ghost/Simon would never lay a hand on you or be too rough during sex. Even Ghost, the rough around the edges soldier, would never slap you, degrade you, or even roleplay CNC/dubious consent scenarios with you. This man has been raped and sexually assaulted by men and women multiple times, and he literally has nightmares in which he's violent sexually towards women- he would never let those nightmares become true.

When and if he's ever comfortable having sex with someone, he'd be gentle, asking multiple times for your consent and testing your reactions to see if you're into it. At the first hint of hesitation, he'd stop. It would take him months and maybe even years to feel comfortable touching someone in that way, and it would never be just a random person- it'd have to be someone very close to him, likely a partner or a teammate.

Simon/Ghost is not aggressive. He'd never be abusive and quite honestly, it's frustrating seeing all the headcanons about this man possibly being abusive or putting his hands on his partner when he's mad. This man has been abused his whole life, both as a civilian and as a soldier- he'd rather die than become an abuser like his father or Roba.

Horribly afraid of losing the few people he trusts. His entire family was murdered, he's scared of getting close to anyone just for them to meet the same fate.

He knows how to stay calm extremely well, he's an experienced soldier and even when he's about to die- he manages to be calm and gentle, as heard on his voice lines in multiplayer.

Anyway. This man is a gentle and caring soldier, despite the fact that he's rough around the edges and extremely reserved, always keeping it professional. Befriend him and you'll find a loyal companion for life.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #character study #character analysis #modern warfare ii #modern warfare 2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #cod mwii #cod mw ghost #cod ghost

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nothorses · 3 months

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What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

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I think trying to find one perfect answer that applies universally is the critical mistake here. I mean, I am a gay man. I say this because as of yet, that's the clearest answer I have for myself personally; maybe there's a possibility I experience attraction to a woman at some point (maybe I already have???), but I don't really have clarity on that right now, and it doesn't serve me to shape or explain my identity around "maybe"s.

Trying to pinpoint exactly what it is that attracts me to other men, specifically, is also like... not that useful. I used to find myself really attracted to feminine men specifically; not feminine women, not masculine women, not masculine men, not androgynous anyone, but feminine men. Specifically, men who were feminine in a very particular, long-hair-certain-attitude kind of way.

Recently, I have found myself appreciating, more and more, a certain kind of masculine body type and gay masculinity that I was never really interested in before. I find it incredibly hot. A lot of that coincides with things I appreciate about my partner, too, and things I find myself appreciating more about my partner as time goes on- as well as things my partner expresses appreciation for about me!

And I haven't even touched on attraction to nonbinary folks here because, like, it's a massive spectrum. "Nonbinary" means something different for every individual nonbinary person. To my mind, of course there's a possibility I experience attraction to a nonbinary person; how they identity, present, and what attracts me to them are all even more impossible to know for certain than the "maybe"s and the "why"s around my attraction (or lack thereof) to men and women.

My relationship to my own orientation was vastly different pre-testosterone versus post-testosterone, too. I was much more reserved and uncomfortable with relationships and attraction before I started T, and the only dynamic I ever felt was even a little bit tolerable was one where I was the "masculine woman" in a lesbian relationship. I didn't realize until very shortly after starting T that, actually, I like men. A lot. I felt comfortable with my body and my masculinity in a way I never had been before, and I felt comfortable in relationships with men; I no longer felt like I was The Woman By Default in contrast.

And that's all just me! This is my personal, specific, individual relationship to attraction, and how gender- both others' and my own- factors into my relationship with orientation.

I don't think it's necessarily inborn, or completely unchanging for everyone. I also don't think the same factors apply for everyone. I think a lot of different things can be true for different people, all at once, and it's not really useful to try to pinpoint a specific, universal explanation for orientation.

Everyone has a different relationship to orientation and gender; everyone will be influenced differently by cultural factors, by their own ways of processing and understanding the world around them, by the ways different aspects of their culture, identity, personality, and inborn traits and how they all interact with one another, and sure, maybe even by biological factors and tendencies.

Trying to solve this puzzle for the entire world of diverse human beings isn't going to make it any easier to understand yourself. Focus on what this all means for you, personally, and accept that you will never, can never, fully and perfectly understand anyone else's internal world and workings. Things get a lot easier when you can let go of that & just appreciate the diversity of human experiences, y'know?

#advice #sorry if this isn't the answer you wanted anon #and honestly I recommend digging into some academic works around queer and gender studies #try some judith butler if you need a starting point #but like. people have been asking this question for some time & you will find so much more value in the answers of people whose whole lives #are dedicated to exploring the possibilities and diversity of experiences #and putting that in larger contexts with help and collaboration from a whole world of people doing similar work

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justauthoring · 4 months

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Shoko Just Can't be Right [2]

a series of snapshots of your life with geto and gojo -> this part: what if shoko's convinced and maybe she's just right?

a/n: finally wrote the second part.... hehe.

pairing: satosugu x f!reader, shoko x f!reader

read the other parts here: one - two - three

"There is no way."

"Uh, yes, there is."

Sending Shoko a blank look, you scoff.

But, as per her style, she doesn't relent.

"Y/N," she deadpans, reaching across the desk to take your hands in her own, squeezing them enough to pull your gaze on her's once again. "I say this with complete and utter confidence, they're in love with you."

"Shoko," you call back, mimicking her tone; "they're in love with each other."

"True," she offers with a light shrug. "But also you."

Your mind blanks with the utter disbelief and ridiculousness of it all. "Is that even... possible? I mean, to be in love with two people at once?"

You didn't think so.

"Probably," she shrugs, "I mean with love anything's possible, right?"

And you can tell with the shit-eating grin on her face, she's finding this all too funny. Honestly, if you were on her side of things, you'd probably get a kick out of the whole thing as well but alas, you weren't and it wasn't easy to ignore the crushing of your heart as the hope you're desperately trying to hold back tries to sliver it's way past.

Ugh. Hope. What an entirely stupid and ridiculous--

"They do say that."

Back straightening, every muscle in your body tightens at the sound of Gojo's voice. It was, honestly, the last person you wanted to hear right that second; by default just because it was, well, him, but also because with Gojo, Geto was usually trailing behind...

A glance over your shoulder tells you you're correct.

Just as you thought.

You catch Shoko perking up out of the corner of your eye, and instantly a sense of dread floods you; this cannot be good.

"What are you two talking about?" Geto asks, coming to a stop next to Gojo, hands shoved leasurely into his pocket, brow raised with curiosity.

"Well—"

"Nothing!" You cut in sharply before Shoko can finish, sending her a glare over your shoulder (to which she rolls her eyes), pushing yourself to your feet. "Actually, we should be going because we—"

"Awehhh!" A loud whine cuts you off, eyes flickering over to Gojo whose slumped over dramatically; "but I was hoping you'd wanna hang with us."

Hang with them?

Alone?

That sounds like both a blessing and absolute nightmare. Especially with the thoughts that Shoko has invested in your mind—you could barely look at them now without thinking about her words; they're in love with you. God, why did she have to go around telling you that?

Making you think—for even just a second—that that could ever be true.

Because it wasn't. Obviously.

Geto and Gojo loved each other. That was true. Yes, that had been true since the very first moment you'd laid eyes on the both of them. The last to join them in their first year. The two of them, including Shoko, had already gotten aquainted with one another (some more than others). The three of them had spent four whole months with just them and no one else and had been able to bond.

And then you came in.

Clueless about the jujutsu world and about what a jujutsu sorcerer even was. Your whole world had been turned upside down and you were far outside of your element.

And yet, despite all that, you'd walked into that classroom that day and amongst Gojo's rather cocky greeting, Geto's simple one and Shoko's enthusiastic one (she'd expressed her fondness quite plainly for no longer being the only girl), you'd seen how much Geto and Gojo loved each other.

They were pretty obvious about it, even if at the time neither of them had known about the other's feelings.

So, yes, Shoko couldn't be right. She knew she wasn't saying it all to be mean, she wasn't like that—clearly she'd seen or heard something that had lead her to this incorrect assumption.

Because that's all it was.

An assumption.

One you wouldn't let yourself be swayed by for one second.

"Y/N?"

Blinking, you're pulled from your thoughts with a snap, focusing in on Geto who's leaning down to meet your gaze, concerned, with a baffled Gojo slightly behind him, the both of them looking at you rather intensely.

And, when you turn your head to the right, Shoko's gone.

"Are you okay?"

"Where..." Your words trail, in disbelief.

"Oh," Geto mumbles, pulling back as he realizes where you're looking. "She left for a smoke, said that she didn't mind rescheduling your plans. I do believe she added to the end of it, 'anything to get Gojo to shut up'."

"Hey!"

That sneaky little—

You turn to face both boys, quite honestly dumbstruck.

But then Gojo is shoving his face in yours, grinning; "so? Let's go!"

You sputter; "wh-where?"

To a sweets cafe. That's where.

Gojo all but drags you there, ignoring your protest to at least let you change, simply calling over his shoulder that; 'you look adorable!' which absolutely was not true. You hadn't worn your uniform that day since it wasn't a school day, and you and Shoko had had plans to spend the day together campus which had lead you to wear a simple skirt with an oversized sweater over it. You weren't expecting to leave or go out or least of all be going out with both Geto and Gojo or else you would've probably dolled yourself up at least a little.

Which, yes, Gojo's words, albeit simple, did leave you even more flustered, cheeks flushed and stuttering for a response all whilst Geto chuckled lightly behind you, clearly amused to himself.

But both Geto and Gojo are dominating of your time and don't allow you even a second of an escape, chatting your ears off happily whilst Gojo goes to the counter to order an array of sweet, leaving you and Geto to find a table.

You have to admit that the cafe is quite cute and the sweets you'd managed to grab for yourself (with the help of Geto, who promptly slapped Gojo's hand away when he tried to steal one of them) were delicious. Geto had gone back to the counter to order you a drink and although you weren't always used to be with either of them alone, the two of them were chatty enough that you didn't feel awkward or tense with silence.

It wasn't that you didn't get along with them. You did. Despite your rocky first impression of Gojo, you got along with the both of the extremely well.

But that was at school. In class. Or, at the very least, with Shoko. You weren't used to having to fend off the both of them and although you cared for them both greatly, they were both intimidating in different ways.

In ways you weren't.

Shoko always said you were too quiet. Too easy. You said yes to anything someone asked you of and you didn't often argue even if it wasn't something you weren't comfortable with. It had taken Shoko months before you properly opened up to her, but Geto and Gojo were confident and skilled and people seemed to bend over backwards for them just because, well, they were them.

People treated them differently than they treated you because you were quiet where they were loud, nervous where they were confident, and soft where they were hard.

(Little did you know that Geto and Gojo absolutely adored this about you—despite how incredibly self-conscious you were about it yourself).

Still, the day goes on well. And you find yourself rather enjoying their company.

You've all been there for just over an hour when you excuse yourself to the washroom, slipping past Geto in a way that has your cheeks burning red and flustered as you make your way to the ladies room.

It's on your way back that things take a bit of a downward shift.

A firm hand wraps itself around your upper arm, halting you in your tracks and pulling a surprised gasp from your lips as your world is tilted on it's axis briefly.

Then, suddenly, there's a group of boys surrounding you.

"Hey," one of them smiles at you, though it's all cold and no warmth. "Do you go to school around here? Don't think we've seen you before."

"And I think we'd remember a face like yours." Another one pipes up, your head shifting to the right to find him towering over you.

The one on your left steps closer, smirking down at you. "Noticed it as soon as you walked in here," he grins, wide and menacing. His eyes drift across you, low in a way that makes your chest tighten uncomfortably, then back up to your eyes. "You new?"

They're too close.

"N-No," you force out, shaking your head as you try to push them away. "Sorry, my-my friends are—"

"Yeah, those two guys, right?"

A hand falls on your back, and you tense.

"We could show you a far better time, you know?"

"Yeah," a laugh, "why settle for them, when—"

Another hand falls on you. But it's different. Warmer. Familiar.

You're pulled away and tucked against a chest, glancing up to see Geto's familiar figure looming behind you, his gaze threatening but it instantly softens as he glances down at you.

Gojo steps in front of you, blocking you from their view.

"I do believe you're making Y/N uncomfortable," Gojo grounds out and his voice is so unlike anything you've ever heard. It's dark, cruel, all trace of his usual goofiness and teasing gone.

You can't see his face, but if it's anything like Geto's, you're sure the face matches his tone.

"I would fuck off now." Geto growls from behind you, low enough you feel his chest rumble in reaction. "Before we make you."

You don't see it. Geto doesn't let you. But none of the three boys even get a word out before they're scampering off with paled skin and pleading cries of mercy, racing out of the cafe and not sparing another glance back.

What—

Gojo spins to face you and he's grinning, wide and bright, stepping towards you. "Sorry about that darling," he calls out, ruffling your hair. "We got worried when you took a while to come back."

"Should've called for us," Geto mumbles, squeezing your shoulder in a soft, reassuring sort of way. "Let us know you were in trouble."

Gojo's hand falls on your cheek, cupping it, face suddenly serious but not in the same menacing way as before but concerned. "We'll always come when you're in trouble."

Geto nods; "so, don't feel afraid to rely on us."

They're in love with you.

Shoko's word taunt you in the back of your mind, completely stunned by Geto and Gojo as they move to walk, neither of them letting go of you, Geto's hand on your back and Gojo's hand wrapped around yours, leading out of the cafe.

They're close. They still close. Refusing to slip away.

I mean with love anything's possible, right?

Shoko just couldn't be right. She just couldn't...

Could she?

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu #satosugu x reader

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veenxys · 2 years

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「BNHA Boys reacting to you taking off your ring during a fight」

⤷ Bakugou he would be so scared and shocked and, without realizing it, he would start a new fight over it. he is completely broken inside; the thought of him hurting you so much it might make you want to leave scares him to the bone, but he tries to act strong. it's his voice on the verge of breaking like his broken self that gives it all away. and then he breaks down in front of you - letting tears roll down his cheeks as he sobs, whispering "please" like a prayer. you have to pull him hard into a hug and tell him over and over again that it's not going to happen. never. but it frightened him so much; you are the most important person in his life and he doesn't want to lose you, he can't lose you.

⤷ Deku he would be so confused and lost for a moment, the words dying on his tongue as his mind goes blank; he doesn't know what to say, just look at the ring you left on the bedside table before you left the room. he feels his eyes watering as he tries to say something or move to go after you. but then the fear of losing you floods him like never before and his feet move towards you; he looks at you with the saddest, most broken look ever, and before he can say anything, you hug him. seeing him like this breaks your heart. he hides his face in your neck or hair and lets the tears flow, all the fear he felt was going away together with his tears. he whispers "i'm sorry.." against your skin before leaving a soft kiss, as if to say he's really sorry.

⤷ Kirishima

"no..." he whispers more to himself than to you as he sees you taking off your ring, a gesture that didn't mean much to you but that destroyed him inside. he comes to you with sad and desperate eyes, he takes your face with both hands and gently caresses your cheek, wiping some tears that have fallen. "don't do it" he says, or rather begs, in a broken voice.

⤷ Todoroki

he would freeze, stunned in place. he would stare at your hand for what seems like ages as he tries to control his agitated, nervous breathing. but it was only a few minutes. all the bitterness and frustration he'd felt hours before turned to waves of insecurity and fear, and you can see it in his blank stare as he musters up the courage to look into your eyes. he needs any sign if this is true or just a nightmare. he can't believe it. he would try to sound as calm as possible, but his broken voice gives away that he is not well or calm; he is falling and there is nothing to hold him. the two of you talk and work things out, but it will still take you a long time to calm him down and make sure you won't leave him.

⤷ Denki

for a moment he can't breathe; eyes fixed on your ring which soon becomes a blur as tears start to well up in his eyes. he wipes them away quickly and looks at you, eyes anxious and frightened as if he's had the worst possible nightmare. he goes to you and takes both your hands, trying to find words that can describe what he is feeling or thinking, but just looking at him you understand everything. you then hug him, relaxing and comforting him with the certainty that you won't leave him and that you did it without thinking. he squeezes you so tightly to show how much he loves you, how much he needs you. you can feel hot tears on your shoulder but at that moment nothing else matters.

⤷ Tamaki

he would be so, so broken. his biggest fear is losing you, and seeing it almost happening before his eyes makes him break down inside in ways he didn't even know was possible. and just his look was enough to make you regret your gesture. you go to him and hug him, whispering against him that this will never happen, ever. and he squeezes you so tightly like he's afraid he'll let you go and you'll walk away. he lets a few tears fall as relief washes over him again.

⤷ Shinsou

he feels his world almost come crashing down for a moment when he enters the room and finds your ring on the bedside table. all the anger he felt seconds ago vanishes into thin air and he is empty for a few seconds before overwhelming sadness and fear wash over him like aggressive waves of the sea. he takes the ring in his hand and it takes a moment for him to realize that you've entered the room and are staring at him. he feels like a huge burden has been lifted from his chest when he sees you gently take the ring from his hand and put it back. he calmly apologizes, nestling his face in the crook of your neck as he gives you the tightest, most needy hug of all, as if he's afraid he'll let you go and you'll disappear. "don't *ever* take it off again."

⤷ Hawks

he would feel a wave of sadness and guilt when he saw you without your ring at dinner; he hasn’t apologized for the fight he started, he hasn't spoken to you since, and when he sees your hand without the ring he gave you as proof of his love, he feels his ground fall under his feet. he freezes in place as he looks at your hand, you notice his gaze on you and you feel a pang in your heart as you see the sadness in his eyes; you then explain that the reason you took the ring off was not at all what he's thinking, and you feel the atmosphere soften a little. he sighs in relief and walks over to your side, apologizing to you and making you promise he'll never, ever do that again - because he almost passed out.

⤷ Dabi

he would be scared inside, but his way of showing it is by starting a new fight. he doesn’t want to, but he can’t help but be mad at you; if you want to leave him, just leave, don’t threaten him to do it. when the silence takes over the room and you stare at each other with the blood boiling in your veins, he lets you show a little of the fragility he’s feeling by the way he looks at you, a lost look and pity of “no. don’t do that. please” and you sigh, hugging him. he holds you tight against him but doesn’t say anything, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and stares at the ring lying on the floor, praying that it never happens again.

⤷ Shigaraki

he would be so shocked for a moment that he wouldn’t be able to think straight; he wouldn’t know if that meant you were leaving or you just wanted to break him the way his words broke you. he looks at your ring lying on the floor and slowly looks at you, he tries to be serious but you know him well enough to know that it hurt him deeply; a glint of pain and sadness shining brightly in his eyes. you are both silent for a while and he swallows hard, shaking his head while looking at your ring on the floor, as if he doesn’t want to believe you were leaving him. he prefers to believe and wants you to break him instead of leaving him. and then you hug him and he comes back to reality, but he still can’t move. standing in place while you hug him tightly.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 month

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What if Platonic!Damien actually managed to run away with the reader. How would everyone else react???

Alfred is completely and utterly relieved to hear the news that Damian finally got the Reader out and away from this deplorable situation. Whether he helped make it happen or not, Alfred would be so happy just imagining Damian and the Reader running off into the sunset, far, far away from Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and the manor. He’d have to hold his true thoughts and feelings on the matter close to his chest but he is truly grateful that the two of them got out. Alfred knows damn well that Bruce and the others won’t give up on finding and bring Damian and the Reader home but he’ll do as much as he can to make it as difficult as possible for them to be found. Even if he has to betray Bruce’s trust to the maximum, he’ll do it. He has to.

Bruce would be livid, but not at first. I could see him (and the others) thinking that this is all just Damian being dramatic and trying to have the Reader’s attention all to himself like per usual but this time Damian isn’t cooping the Reader up in his room or locking him and the Reader up in the Reader’s room and keeping everyone else out, this time Damian’s taken them completely out of the manor and out of Gotham for that matter. It isn’t until it’s been made more than apparent that Damian has no intention of coming back with the Reader (or at all) or even letting them see the Reader that Bruce becomes much more serious and intense about the situation at hand. Not to mention finding out that Alfred has been aiding in the efforts of keeping Damian and the Reader in the wind adds even more to the feelings of hurt and betrayal running rampant in Bruce. But he won’t give. Even if he can’t ever truly trust Alfred ever again, or the fact that he will surely have to severely punish both Damian and the Reader when he finds them, Bruce won’t stop for anything.

Dick would be pretty upset but even then I don’t think he would take it too seriously or at the very least wouldn’t want to believe that Damian would do that to them until it became glaringly obvious that yes he did do just that. Dick would wholeheartedly believe that he could convince both Damian and the Reader to come back home, whether they actually do is another thing. But he would try, and I mean by any means. Dick is extremely manipulative and especially desperate in this situation making his manipulation know no bounds. He’ll say whatever and do whatever if it means his darling is coming home.

Jason would be absolutely livid right off the bat. He’s ready to go kick Damian’s ass and bring their darling home the second he gets word of what’s happened, whether he comes back with Damian in tow is something else. To say Jason is pissed would be an understatement, he can’t say he’s actually surprised about any of this but he’s certainly annoyed by it. Who the hell even gave the brat the idea that he could just steal their darling away from them like that? Jason already wasn’t too happy to have to share to begin with but this, this isn’t gonna happen. Not on his watch. And the moment when Bruce gives him the go ahead to be rough with Damian when they find out where exactly the two of you have been hiding, Jason couldn’t be more thrilled.

Tim would immediately be set on trying to find where in the hell the two of you could be hiding out. Talk about losing sleep, he wouldn’t so much as allow himself to blink until he found the exact coordinates to their darling’s location. This boy is pulling out all the tricks. The only way he’ll finally be able to rest is when he has his darling in his arms again and so help him he fucking will. As much as he’d love to get a few hits in on Damian when they finally find the two of them, Tim would much rather just get to feel their darling again. Make sure they’re okay before he takes them out of the hideout they’ve surely been cooped up in to leave Bruce, Dick, and Jason to deal with Damian while he finally gets that long awaited nap he so deserves and getting to cuddle up with his darling too.

#anxious answers #yandere bruce wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #yandere batboys #yandere batboys concept #yandere concept #yandere dc concept

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cinnamonmilf · 7 days

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✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁✧:･. rapid eye movement (part ii)

summary: you meet ellie in a dream…or was it at a café now?

cw: nothing, just fluff (repost from old account), you can read part 1 here

BEFORE YOU READ!!!:

FUNDRAISER MASTERPOST BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK

"Excuse me, um, I love you"

I know that's not the way to start a conversation

It had been two days since you had seen Ellie. This time she wasn’t accompanied by the yellowish hue and warm ambience of your R.E.M. state, you had actually seen her.

The girl that was driving you crazy was actually flesh and bones, rather than just a lulling mirage, and she had been kind enough to give you the notebook you’d forgotten at your favorite café.

There was no other way to describe it besides bizarre.

You couldn’t even thank her properly, staring at her for what was probably too long with widened eyes. She even asked a concerned “Are you okay?”. And no, you definitely weren’t.

Did she not know who you were? Did she forget about your strolls and your hugs and your deep talks? Had she ever dreamt of you? Was it even possible that it was all true? Or had you maybe seen her before and your brain took her face and made up an entire person?

How are you supposed to explain to a total stranger you’ve dreamt of her and fallen for her in said dreams?

The hair, the face, the tattoo, all of it was the same. Would she be the same, though? Was she an astrophysics major? Did she like the color green and NASA and also laughed at silly puns?

It was like your brain was nothing but a bunch of questions with no answer. None rational, at least.

But there she was. Right in front of you with that mesmerizing aura of hers that made you feel so drawn to her…regardless of the realm you were in. You weren’t one to ask people out. You’d usually wait for them to ask you or flirt with them until they took a hint. But there was no way you could let her go just like that. You couldn’t really tell her you knew her either, but you could just ask for her phone number, right?

And so you did. She smiled and agreed. In her mind, she was happy about the fact that giving you your notebook back had landed her a possible date with such a pretty girl.

Two days. You hadn’t texted her. You didn’t dare. What if she wasn’t like your Ellie? What if for some fucked up reason you dreamt of someone so special but she turned out to be nothing like that? What if the connection wasn’t there? What if she wasn’t sweet and caring and funny and trustworthy?

But it had been enough. Enough questions and enough overthinking. There was no way for you to know if you didn’t text her.

“Hi, it’s the girl whose notebook you saved :)”

“Hey, didn’t think you’d text anymore”

“Oh no! I’m sorry. I just got a little caught up with school”

“I wanted to see if you’d like to hangout sometime?”

“I’d really like that. Is friday cool?”

“Friday’s great <3”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up, yeah?”

“Oh you don’t have to dw”

“No, it’s okay, I want to”

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking on her own”

You sighed in relief. At least you were done with that part.

Flirty…At least that checks out with your Ellie.

You spent the rest of your week both dreading and anticipating your date on Friday. And, god, were you a mess.

You couldn’t remember ever being so nervous about meeting someone. You spent the next couple days overthinking your outfit choices, how you should do your hair, what you were going to say. More than anything, the thought of this Ellie not being at least a little like your Ellie was nothing short of terrifying. You adored this girl. Her not being real was one thing, but her being real and being the complete opposite was a nightmare.

At 6:36pm your bell rang.

“Coming!” You yelled as you finished putting on your shoe and took one last look in the mirror.

“You got this,” you told yourself. Though the shaking of your hands was slightly contradictory.

You finally opened the door and there she was. She was wearing jeans and an open button-up with the half-up hairdo you liked so much. You can’t help but discreetly pinch yourself just to make sure you weren’t asleep.

“Hi.” You greet her with a smile.

“Hey, you look great.”

“Thank you, you look great too.” She´s smirking now, probably noticing how nervous you were. Well, at least now you knew she was cocky too. “You ready?”

The ride to the restaurant was filled with small talk. You were too nervous to ask her any of the questions you actually needed to ask. You thought to yourself you’d leave them for the restaurant. Having warmed up a little more with each other.

One thing about Ellie, she knew how to treat a girl. She opened the door for you, helped you fasten your seatbelt, let you play your own music on the way there. She was so…well, dreamy.

As you both wait for your food you finally gather the courage to ask. In reality, they were all very basic questions. Not to you, though.

“So, Ellie..”

She hums.

“Are you in college?”

“Yeah, Astrophysics”. Oh, fuck.

“Astrophysics?” Your eyes widen.

“Yeah,” she chuckles, “have always been into all things space.”

You can’t quite believe this is real and not some sort of sick cosmic joke. You try your best to hide your shock. It’s not really a good look for you to audibly gasp every time she says or does something that further proves she’s actually Ellie.

“Oh really? You must be really smart, then.” You tease with a smile.

“Shut up.” She laughs. “Are you in college?”

“Yes, English Literature. Almost done.”

“Really? Suits you.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good, of course.”

If this whole thing was bizarre, this moment was just ridiculous. Every other déjà vu was nothing compared to this. It was your Ellie, from the looks down to the way she worded her thoughts.

The rest of your date went great. You learned she indeed was twenty two and liked NASA and comics. She talked the same and she laughed at the same things. She had the same mannerisms: pouts her lips, she fidgets with her hands, smirks a whole lot and oh! such a flirt.

One thing, though - nothing hinted at the fact that she remembered you. You knew most of the things she told you about herself today, not that you minded, but she was actually meeting you for the first time. How could she not remember? Did she even have the same dreams?

You still had many questions, but you were also very relieved. She was Ellie. Your Ellie. Your auburnette with a space obsession and a liking for silly puns. Your funny and sweet friend. Your favorite girl.

She took you back home and walked you to your door. You spin on your heel to face her.

Loose strand of her framing her face, glimmery green eyes staring at you and an eyebrow scar that’s surprisingly attractive on her. Like straight up from your subconscious mind, now right in front of you.

“Can I see you again?” You can tell she’s the nervous one now, not that she lets you see it. You just know her too well.

You smile at her. You thought it was obvious.

“Of course.” You inch closer towards her and press a kiss on her cheek. “Call me, yeah?”

She blushes at this. Trying too hard to contain the huge grin on her lips.

“I will.”

“Goodbye, Ellie.”

The next few days went well. Ellie and you kept texting back and forth, getting to know each other more. You did find out new things about her. About her past, her friendships, her family.

You found yourself constantly checking your phone for her texts. Eagerly waiting for the notification on your screen with her name attached to it. Not that she ever made you wait long, you pretty much had all her attention. You’d smile every time she’d make a dumb joke or she’d call you a sweet name. When you thought you couldn’t love this girl more…

The sun was starting to set. Pink and purple clouds painting the sky. The weather was getting warmer and you didn’t have to carry an obnoxiously big jacket with you anymore. You’d had classes all day, finally ready to unwind and peacefully enjoy your Friday night. Or so you thought.

Your phone starts ringing and it’s none other than the girl who's responsible for your stomach doing somersaults. You quickly drag the phone icon to the right and press the device to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty, Are you busy?”

“Nope, just walking home. Had a bunch of classes all day.”

“Are you doing anything later?”

“Ellie Williams, are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You jokingly gasp and earn a laugh from her end.

“Yes, actually. The sky’s supposed to be like super clear tonight and I know a spot where you can really see all the stars and stuff.”

“I’m in.”

“Yeah? I’ll pick you up in an hour. Sounds good?”

“Sounds great. Bye, Ellie.”

“See you in an hour.”

You scurried to your apartment to get ready. You did your hair, changed your clothes, sprayed a sweet vanilla perfume on your pulsing points and quickly touched up your makeup. An hour and eleven minutes later, your bell rang.

This time she was wearing a hoodie with a light jacket on top, her staple jeans and jacket combo. Her hair was up in a low bun. She was such a sight for sore eyes.

“How do you even know this place?” You ask as you both get out of the car. It was higher than the rest of the city, not quite at the top of the mountains but it still had a rather breath-taking view. Pretty quiet yet comforting. A safe haven just for the two of you, at least for tonight.

“Well…” Ellie scrunches her nose.

“What?”

“Kind of found it by accident once, with my ex.” She nervously scratches the back of her neck.

“Are you serious?” You laugh.

“It was just once!”

“So you bring all your girls here?”

“Just the special ones.”

“Shut up, dork.” You playfully roll your eyes at her and nudge her arm.

You both settle the blanket on the grass. Lying next to each other. Propped heads rested on your respective hands.

“So..ex, huh?”

“Yeah, we broke up a little bit over a year ago.”

“What was her name?”

“Cat.” You hum. “She’s great, we just didn’t really work as a couple.”

“Are you guys still friends?”

“We are on good terms. Talk every now and then. I wouldn’t call it ‘friends’, though.”

“I’m not really supposed to talk about exes until like the fifth date, you know?” She jokes.

“You brought her up!” You laugh.

“Yeah, you are right. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Ellie couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yes, this was your second date but it felt like it wasn’t. She felt as if she had known you her whole life. Something about talking to you and spending time with you felt just right. More than right. You brought a sense of comfort to her. She was in awe of you.

You both rest your heads and look up at the sky. Ellie was right, it was very clear tonight, you couldn’t recall the last time you had seen so many stars.

“Look, you see that one? The one that looks like a W.”

“Wait, where?”

“Right..” she grabs your index finger and points it towards it, “there.”

“Oh I see it!”

“That’s Cassiopeia.” She explains not letting go of your hand, despite you having already spotted the cluster of stars. “It’s the 25th largest constellation in the night sky.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and the first to list it was Ptolomy in the second century…” Ellie went on and on about nebulas and exoplanets. It’s not that you didn’t care, it just so happened that the constellations lined up by her freckles were a whole lot more interesting than the ones drawn in the navy blue sky. “I probably sound like such a nerd right now.” She laughed.

“What? No, not at all. It’s cute how excited you get.” You keep on playing with her hand. Locking and unlocking your fingers, twisting them against each other’s, featherly brushes against her knuckles and the soft scraping of your nails against her skin.

“Is it?” She could feel her heart speed up, so much so that it felt like it was trying to break her ribs and find its way to you. You were no better.

“Mhm, you are very smart. I love hearing you talk.”

She smirked. Of course she did. No matter how nervous or excited she was, she wasn’t Ellie without that tinge of cockiness never leaving her side.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You breathed out.

She hovered over you, grabbing your chin to pull you closer to her. She brushed her lips against yours, almost kissing you. Breaths perfectly sync as you feel the air fanning against each other’s mouth. There was no way in hell you could wait one more second, you break first. You crashed your lips into hers.

You had never kissed Ellie, not even in your dreams. You had thought about it many times, but even your imagination’s best efforts couldn’t compare to this.

It was exhilarating, the feeling of her lips rhythmically moving with yours. It just made sense, you two fit. You had kissed people before, but nothing like this. You two were made for each other, and if the otherworldly experience of how you first met didn’t make it painfully obvious, this did.

You moaned into the kiss which she took as an opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue. Cupping your face to bring you closer, as if you were going anywhere.

She finally breaks the kiss.

“Fuck…”

You giggle, “I know.”

Crazy to be so infatuated by someone on your second date. But the truth is that’s how Ellie felt and she couldn’t explain the how. You, on the other hand, had an idea or two.

After your second date the two of you only got closer. You were on cloud nine. You two could talk for hours, hangout for hours, laugh for hours, kiss for hours. You had come to terms with the fact that you would never know how it is that you met Ellie first or why she couldn’t remember your slumber induced escapades.

It didn’t make it any less strange, but you were long past the freaking out stage. If anything, you had gotten to know Ellie better and even experienced things you never got the chance to back there. You were meant to find each other. That was the best you could come up with and it was fine with you.

You decided to plan a date for you and Ellie. She was usually the one that did, being the creative one out of the two of you. But you wanted to do something nice for her.

You settled on a picnic. The past few days had been sunny and warm enough for it. You hauled to the kitchen and prepared everything you needed. The snacks, the drinks, the plates and the cutlery, checkered blanket and all. You even got her flowers earlier that morning.

As your girl rang your bell one more time to pick you up, you grabbed the basket and the flowers and opened the door.

“Hey, beautiful.” She said as she pulled you in for a kiss. You hum into the kiss.

“These are for you,” you tell her as you hand her the bouquet.

“Are you serious?” She asks with a grin on her face.

“Of course, I’m serious.”

“God, you are” kiss “so fucking” kiss “cute” kiss

You giggle into her kisses. “I take it you like them?”

“I love them. You are the first girl to give me flowers, you know?”

“I am?” You ask incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“All the other girls were stupid, then.” She laughs.

She drives to your destination. A pretty forest you had found upon a quick internet search for a good picnic spot. The pictures didn’t lie, the place was beautiful. Green foliage and perfectly cut grass with the perfect amount of sun and shade. You set up the whole thing, enjoying the evening with Ellie.

Ellie was convinced she could stare at you for hours. From how you move your hands when you talk, to how you tilt your head back slightly when you laugh, to how you pout your lips and twist them to the side when you are thinking, you drive her mad.

And maybe it’s the way the sun is hitting your back, making a halo form around your silhouette. Maybe it’s the way the green compliments your skin so beautifully, so familiarly. Maybe the way the warmth of the day and yours mix together and embrace her, making her vision slightly hazy. Maybe the way the sound of the breeze hits the leaves and the sound of the birds chirping mixes with your voice and creates a song she’s sure she’s heard before. But Ellie has lived this before. She has seen you like this before.

She almost gets whiplash from it, all of it coming back to her at once. The day at the cafè wasn’t the first time you two met, and she remembered now.

a/n: second repost while i work on part 3 :)

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cycle-hit · 26 days

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to see a milgram character as a "good person" or "bad person" is a failure of media literacy for milgram. the entire lesson of the milgram project is that thinking in such black and whites, to deem someone as "good - innocent/forgiven" and "bad - guilty/guilty" only causes damage. the prisoners voted forgiven are not helped. the prisoners voted guilty aren't either. the lesson is that such a mindset will never help you- that it will harm whatever youre touching with it.

we cannot stop this, either- we have to keep choosing one or the other, because an abstained vote is impossible. we just have to keep choosing to shock them, over and over, no matter how much they beg us to stop because there is no other choice. you as an individual can refuse to vote, but someone else will always choose to. it is better to put in a vote, in that scenario, than to have it be uncounted entirely.

stop shoving characters in such black and white boxes. this is a story about nuance. they are not only "good", they are not only "bad". acknowledge that they are both. acknowledge that these characters are deeper than that. this is, quite literally, the "look deeper" media, you're supposed to be analysing. you're supposed to be theorising and looking at evidence under a microscope.

you're supposed to be acknowledging nuance, because anything could be true and anything could be incorrect. even a theory you prize could be completely wrong, or a theory you hate could be completely right. theorising about a character is not to "excuse" their actions or make them more "sympathetic", but rather to explain their actions. to flesh them out.

plus, as a bit of rant, you've all gotta stop dismissing people's theories completely just because you believe your own is oh-so above it. acknowledge a theory's evidence, acknowledge a theory's points, acknowledge why it could and could not be true. don't become obsessed with the black and white "I Choose To Only See The Worst Of This Character And Nothing Else Because That's My Preference!!! I'm Just Critical!!!" or "I Choose To Only See The Good Of This Character And Nothing Else Because That's My Preference!!! I'm A Moral Paragon!!!". jesus fucking christ.

i sincerely hope this doesnt make you believe that i think im above this same mindset either- i'm very much not. i can be guilty of it as well. but the important thing about analysing media is the ability to acknowledge every possibility, every point of view, anything that's possible. to discard any bias you may have in order to figure out what's going on in a clear and succinct manner that is closest to the truth. please remember this!

#interestingly most if not all of the prisoners also seem to have a very black and white belief of “good” and “bad” people as well #a bit of rant but i hope my point gets across! i fear i mightve gotten a bit off topic #milgram #haruka sakurai #yuno kashiki #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuriha #milgram analysis #i hope. this reaches the people i intended to. but this post is also kind of swinging a baseball bat at everyone/a lot of posting i see #(not exclusive to tumblr)

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 20 days

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Hi! Could I request full HCs for MC getting in trouble/arrested for something they didn't do, but nobody believes them? Eventually they're proven innocent but maybe even the M6 might have a little flicker of doubt for a moment?

The Arcana HCs: MC gets falsely arrested

Julian

If you've ever worried that he can't relate to you in the past, he certainly can now! He's been in handcuffs plenty of times -

On a more serious note, he's not giving up on you for a second. Every moment that he's allowed to be by your side, he's there, and he's taking the best care of you that he possibly can

He doesn't doubt you for a second (he remembers what it was like) but he does doubt himself

What if this is secretly his fault? What if he did something he doesn't remember doing, and you got mistaken for him? What if he made someone angry so they framed you to get back at him?

Will suggest lying to take your place multiple times and might actually try it if you and Portia don't stop him

Might also suggest actually committing some kind of legal infraction of his own so he can at least join you in there

So relieved when you're acquitted that it's all he can talk about to everyone he meets for the next two months. Rubs it in the face of every friend who ever doubted you

Asra

They're annoyed, more than anything. And shocked. But mostly annoyed

Not at you, of course! No, he's annoyed at the fact that you're being confined somewhere that he can't be for you and that you're being treated so poorly

When you tell them the charges against you aren't true, they believe you completely, but truthfully they're less concerned with your innocence and more concerned with your wellbeing

Can and will attempt to break you out regardless

Would much rather blip you out of where you're being held and start a completely new life from scratch somewhere else then let the process drag on and on, watching you be silenced and doubted

Never misses a single visit

Never lets you feel like things are out of control. As long as you want to subject yourself to this, it's your decision, and as soon as you choose otherwise, say the word and you're both out

Immeasurably proud of you when you stick it out and are acquitted

Nadia

Furious. Absolutely furious. Seething with rage

A person of your character? Who holds the trust of the Countess herself and the admiration of the city?? Accused so recklessly???

Absolutely unacceptable

That said, she remains completely calm on the outside and allows things to proceed. She's been a fierce advocate of establishing a new, effective justice system, and she intends to see this through

Does her best not to extend her influence far enough to count as making the process unfair, but still ensures she gets to visit you at least once a day

There is a point as the evidence is assembled that she does find herself wondering, for a brief moment, if you really are guilty. If you forgot, if there were extenuating circumstances you can't tell her

And she hates herself for it as soon as she sees your face again

So smug when you're exonerated that the people who argued against you nearly make a run for the hills

Will make a point of publicly proclaiming your innocence after

Muriel

Triggered. Triggered. So. Very. Triggered

Hadn't heard anything about the incident itself until you were arrested, so he didn't know what to think until you told him you were innocent. Once you did, though, he believed you

He knows when someone's lying and when someone's telling the truth, and he needs to make sure that others can see your honesty

He also knows that he's not the person best suited to publicly helping you. Regardless of his circumstances, he has his own history in the cells that still make his stomach turn to walk past

He'll talk to Asra. He'll talk to Nadia. He'll put himself through hours of conversation with them and whoever else is determined to exonerate you, supplying every detail he has

And he'll brave the personal hell of seeing you live out the daily misery of his worst memories, behind the same bars, staring at the same stone walls, to be with you as the hours drag by

Beyond relieved when you (and he by extension) are freed and he can hide away in the woods with you to recover

Portia

She actually assumed the charges were true until you told her otherwise - you're her partner in crime for life, she's just wondering what pieces are missing to justify you and why she wasn't included

Until you tell her you're innocent, and she's furious

There is NO WAY you're getting falsely imprisoned on her watch. She will march to hell and back and drag whoever she needs to with her to get you out

Pushes nonstop both to have you acquitted and to sway public opinion about you. It feels like a hopeless task at first, but she doesn't give up and she has enough friends to pull it off

Might miss a visit or two, but never goes longer than a day without stopping to see you and always smuggles treats and comforts past the guards for you no matter how often you tell her not to

Actually manages to stage an impressive protest in your favor the day the decision is made

Takes you home and dotes on you nonstop afterwards ... and then victory marches you all around town to thank the helpful friends

Lucio

He tries to help you. He really, really does

He argues with the guards, screams at the people who sent for you to be arrested, and makes the racket of a lifetime

Which, unfortunately, only makes things worse

(Neither does him admitting to all of his own criminal history, in his attempt to argue that if he got forgiveness then you should too)

He's relieved when you tell him you didn't do it, and he clings to that belief like his life depends on it. You're the good thing in his life. Nobody takes away or denies him that good thing

All that pent up frustration needs an outlet of some kind, and that results in him hounding the assigned investigators instead into letting him help them

And help them he does - not with the books and papers, but with long nights and rabbit trails until the true culprit is found

One can imagine how proud he was to drag them by the collar to where you were, shaking the confession out of them and leaving with you. He deserves so many kisses and cookies for this -

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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An odd connection between Undyne the Undying and genocide Chara

There is something slightly intriguing about Undyne's genocide speech, before she transforms.

Some of the things it says seem... far too accurate compared to the things that Undyne is supposed to be able to know.

While it is not that crazy to think that Undyne would imagine the human would be willing to bring harm to humanity as well, something about the way she says it already feels slightly off.

Undyne speaks as if they would all be killed, although there are far too many humans & monsters for the human to be able to kill everyone by themself individually, even if given the rest of their life to do so.

But most importantly, she says that they would all be killed in an instant. That somehow, all of humans and monsters would be destroyed at once if the human ever got past her. Not in a slow murderous grind like what they had been doing thus far, but rather in a single moment of destruction that would bring an end to the whole world at once.

She seems quite certain about all this, too.

While one could put all of this on her love for anime and/or dramatic speeches, that doesn't really seem to be all there is to it because, as little sense as this should make, she's actually completely right about everything she just said !

Firstly, the way Chara speaks at the end of the route fits a little too well with Undyne's few first lines about the human achieving absolute destruction.

But most of all, Chara does eventually destroy the world in a single blow. Bringing upon the end of humans and surviving monsters alike in an instant, just as Undyne had suggested.

Even this line could be seen as a kind of reference if you stretch it a little...

The thing is, from an in-world perspective, there is no simply no way that Undyne could have been talking to Chara here or that she would have known what was going to happen.

Unlike Sans, who did actually have some information about an incoming timeline erasure, she simply didn't know that much about the situation and shouldn't have been able to say all of that with any sort of certainty.

Yet her guess was just far too accurate and confident to be a coincidence... Right ?

Well, one might consider it might be possible for it to be just some kind of foreshadowing without real meaning. For instance, other monsters also make comments on a certain lack of humanity in genocide.

But what makes this even more interesting and unique is that the references go both ways !

Once the world is destroyed, just as Undyne had said, whilst waiting for Chara, we can hear the wind howling over a black screen.

This wouldn't be much of a detail to be concerned about if it wasn't for the fact that :

This noise is also exactly what the narrator (also heavily theorised to be Chara !), describes when fighting, well, Undyne the undying herself.

It seems like this strangely accurate reference to the ending of the route gets sent right back towards Undyne as soon as it reveals itself to have been true.

Whilst Sans, who had also made a similar guess, doesn't get this kind of treatment...

In sum, the scenes of the battle against the Undying and Chara's destruction of the world both seem to make specific back and forth references to each other in a way that lacks a proper in-world explanation.

Although, it also seems strongly possible that this whole thing might just be a wink to the fact that the game already makes plenty of connections and parallels between Undyne and Chara's characters, opinions, likings and personalities. So this may just be another way to outline how connected these two characters are.

#undertale #undertale theory #undyne #undyne undertale #undyne the undying #chara #chara undertale #undertale chara #undertale genocide #sans #sans undertale

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Kiss-Kiss K.O.~!

Summary: Your boyfriend keeps telling you he'll faint if you keep being so affectionate with him. Little do you know, he's right.

Pairing: Azul/Reader

Notes: Reader is completely gender neutral. Hehehe Azul bbg I would treat you so right just sign this marriage contract teehee-

A normal day at the lounge. You, In the VIP room, sitting next to Azul while you both did work together. Things were peaceful, and Azul was there, which made everything better.

While you worked, your attention drifted to Azul. You wanted him to talk to you. Or kiss you. Or maybe you wanted to kiss him. Something like that.

"Hey, Azul!" You said.

"Yes?" He said, a smug grin on his face. "Would you like something? Perhaps you're lonely? If so, I'd be more than happy to shower you with my affections as you please. You need only ask."

That wasn't even what you wanted to do, but now you were flustered, damnit! Damn your boyfriend and his silver tongue! And damn you for liking this so much!

"Really, now," he said, holding your hand up in a may that did more damage to your heart than any of those triple-deep-fried foods they sold at state fairs. "You look positively adorable like this! How could I possibly resist?"

"I- uh, just-" he snickered as you gave up, and you realized you were pouting. Damnit.

You weren't sure what exactly he couldn't resist until he kissed your hand. Your face was burning. This shouldn't've been such a big deal. It was fine. You were fine.

You were not fine. You glared at Azul. He did this to you . This was his fault. He shouldn't have been so insanely charming. Why was he so hot?

"My, my," he said. "It seems as if you're having trouble concentrating. Is something ailing you?"

Yep, something was ailing you. And you knew the cure.

You leaned in real to press a quick kiss to his mole. Kissing Azul made everything better.

"This was about you, you know," he said. "I think I ought to be the one kissing you, rather than the other way around."

He seemed perfectly smug while he talked, and someone might think he didn't like being kissed. But the red on his cheeks said otherwise.

"No, No," you said. "Let's keep going."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, grinning at the shudder he couldn't keep in. And then you pressed another, slightly lower than the first. And another. And another, until-

"Y-You!" Azul screeched, face bright red. "This is highly unprofessional!"

Good thing you didn't have a profession, then. That meant you'd get to do this more.

"And?" You said, pressing another kiss, this time to his nose, laughing as he failed around in his chair. "I like doing this. You look adorable when you get all flustered."

He'd said that last sentence to you so many times before. It felt so good throwing it back at him.

"I am not adorable." He said. "I am a businessman, I am intimidating, not-"

You cut him off by kissing him right next to the lips. He looked away from you, scowling.

"What happened to that grin when you were kissing me a few minutes ago?" You asked. "Is it that you can't take what you dish out?"

Although you didn't think it was possible, his face somehow got redder. He looked away, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. He looked so pretty when he was flustered. Actually, he was pretty in general.

Really, you were lucky to have him. He was so pretty, so perfect.

"T-That isn't true in the slightest," Azul mumbled.

Oops. Did you just say that out loud? Whatever. Azul deserved to hear nice things about himself anyway.

But he was denying it. That wouldn't do at all.

Without warning, you kissed him, this time, trailing down his face with more kisses until he finally pushed you away with a yelp.

"Stop," he pleaded, though something told you he didn't want you to stop.

"Do you really want me to stop?" You asked, grinning as he shook his head. "That's what I thought."

"Seven, if you tease me any more, I'll faint," Azul groaned, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Right," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

And then he fainted.

He just fainted. Because you kissed him too much. Were you going to laugh, or panic because the twins might get here and grill you on what happened any moment?

The door slamming open answered that question for you.

In walked Jade, polite face turning into one that screamed murder as he looked at Azul's limp body.

"My, my," he said, "care to explain what happened here?"

You got where he was coming from. Azul, who'd been fine that morning, fainting out of nowhere? And you were the only person in the room with him? You would blame you too if you were him.

Right after him, walked Floyd, who gave you an annoyed look after seeing Azul's body.

"Hey, Grouper Fish," Floyd changed your old nickname to that ever since you'd started dating Azul. Something, something, symbiotic relationship, you vaguely recalled Jade explaining. "What happened here?"

"Well-" you realized how dumb your explanation sounded. There was no way the twins would believe it. "I, uh, can't say."

Jade raised an eyebrow.

"You are aware that your words give me reason to believe Azul s current state is your doing, no?"

"Yeah," you said, gulping.

"Can I squeeze Grouper Fish now, Jade?" Floyd said.

"Not yet," Jade said before gesturing to the security camera. "It would be best to review the security camera footage before jumping to conclusions."

He turned to you.

"Meanwhile," he said, "Would you mind bringing Azul to his room?"

You nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. The twins would realize what actually happened. You were safe.

A bit of struggling later, you managed to get Azul to his room. Now, all you had to do, was wait.

A while later, Azul woke up.

"What- happened?" He groaned, before flushing red as the memories came back to him. "Ah."

"Sorry, Azul," you said. "I probably should've toned it down a little."

"No, no," he said. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm simply- not used to such gestures of affection."

"I think that's a bit of an understatement," you said. "Anyways, Jade and Floyd came and saw you fainted. I was scared, dude. Thought they were gonna turn me into fish food."

"I apologize for that," he said. "Please accept a free meal at the lounge ad compensation."

You nodded in acceptance, though you were probably going to try and pay for it on secret anyways.

"Wait." Azul said, eyes wide.

"Yeah?"

"The twins have access to the security camera footage. They likely saw everything that happened."

"And?" You asked, before it hit you. "Oh. Sorry."

"Ugh," he groaned. "I'm never going to hear the end of this!"

#azul ashengrotto #fluff #kisses #azul x reader #azul x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #tweel cameo

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riiwrites · 2 months

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“whenever you’re ready.”

pairing : chuuya x gn!reader

requested by anon : hi!! I hope you have requests open rn.. is it possible if i request chuuya meeting an introverted and anxious s/o who has zero experience in dating and easily gets anxious and what not whenever it comes to physical touch (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

a/n : ofc you can my beauty! so sorry for the long wait, i hope this is up to your standard <3

disclaimer(s) : reader is referred to some pet names like “angel” “sweetheart” “doll” etc…

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• Chuuya had first met you at a bar when he was out celebrating with a few subordinates (Higuchi, Tachihara, Gin, Hirotsu & Akutagawa)

• He was sitting on a stool watching from afar as Higuchi & Tachihara began picking up stray microphones to start singing karaoke. Hirotsu & Gin were sitting on the couch beside them as they watch and Akutagawa had already went off to the bathroom to try and escape from the madness.

• Meanwhile, Chuuya sat there from a safe distance and chuckled a little to himself before turning back around to the barkeep, asking for another shot.

• However, he couldn’t help his eyes drift off to the side of him as he notices someone just a few seats away from him keeping their gaze tied down to the high table in front of them, also known as you.

He couldn’t help but linger his gaze on your clearly triggered form for just a few more moments before looking back down at his drink. He didn’t want to seem creepy or invading of your space, but he just can’t help but get up from his seat and cautiously make his way over to you in slow baby steps.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your dissociated state, snapping your head up as fast as a hare would. It had almost startled Chuuya how rather high alert you were. It was almost as if you were always in a fight or flight battle with your brain every-time alarm bells went off. Or atleast, with the way your body language and facial expressions were being read off as, it seemed like it. Chuuya was the first one to speak.

“Hey there, you doing alright? Couldn’t help but notice you looked rather..eh..” He trails off to try and find a word to best describe your current position. “..alarmed..”

He also couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes were as wide as saucers, never resting for one moment as your lips trembled to form words. ‘Wow, you really are a pretty thing.’ He thought, but he quickly battled those thoughts and buried them to the back of his mind quickly as he hears your voice for the first time.

“Yeah. I’m uhm..here with a few friends. It’s their birthday..” You say lowly. The tone in your voice that Chuuya was currently reading ranged from one of uncomfortable to anxious. Although he couldn’t tell which one was right, perhaps it was both.

Chuuya nods in acknowledgement before taking a seat next to you, leaning back and resting his elbows behind him as he watches all the other people in the spacious bar dance or chat, all extroverted it seemed. He turns to look at you and sees how you’re looking around in such a scared like manner.

“..You’re a timid thing, aren’t cha?”

You snap your head again to look at him, seemingly shocked at his sudden voice and accusation. Well, not much of an accusation if it’s true.

“..Maybe..” You start.

He smirks, nodding again and turning his gaze to the crowd again.

“It’s just..-“

“Not your scene?”

“..” You can’t help the slight smile that escapes your lips when you notice how fast he read your mind.

“..Yeah, not my scene..”

He looks over and admires your cute smile for a second, before he asks.

“Wanna take a breather for a while?”

The fact this question was coming from a complete handsome stranger should’ve set off the occasional bells. But for some reason in the first time in forever, nothing rang.

• After taking a breath of fresh air outside paired with a calm and quiet walk, Chuuya had subtly mentioned exchanging numbers.

“If ya ever need to get away from this unfair world, ‘m just a call away if you let me be.”

• And you sure did.

• Chuuya found you absolutely adorable, he never wanted to scare you off at first glance, but you really were such a sweet little thing.

• A few weeks later came around and he eventually gained feelings. I mean how could he not?

• When he asked you out during one of your guys’ walks, you stopped completely.

• Like- stopped functioning, he actually thought you died standing still for a moment.

• When he asked you if you were okay and made sure he wasn’t stepping over any boundaries, you quickly waved him off and said it wasn’t him, you had just never ever expected him to spew that out.

“I just..havent been in a relationship before..”

• Ohhhh, he gets it now.

• You tell him that you wanna be in a relationship with him but lack experience in being in one.

• He tells you that’s perfectly okay, he doesn’t mind taking anything slow as long as you’re comfortable with it.

• For your dates you two either stay inside or Chuuya rents out the whole place for just you two <3

• Chuuya’s the type to never push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.

• The point in a relationship is to have trust with your partner and make them feel safe, and Chuuya wants to do just that.

• Since he knows you struggle in public spaces, he’s invested in getting you fidget toys and things to squish instead of holding his hand since he knows you aren’t too open with being affectionate in those ways.

• He can also read you like an open book too, so he can tell you aren’t too in the safe zone with physical touch.

• He sensed it when on one of your first dates you two were sitting on the couch of your living room and he had wrapped his arm around you, you looked rather frightened.

• Chuuya realised his mistake and retrieved his arm, apologising softly.

• Since physical touch isn’t your love language, Chuuya decides to go all out in other ways.

• He begins making you customised lunches with your favourite foods that he’s listened to you talk about, making a mental note in his head for when the time came.

• He also begins to put in little post it notes with your lunches, giving you sweet words of affirmation and encouragement for you to get through your day.

“I know you may not be feeling the best, but you gotta remember the feelings only temporary, sweetheart. You’ve got this ♡︎”

“You’re doing great, you always have been, keep it up sweets.”

“Hope you’re doing alright out there, remember i’m just a phone call away if ya need me, stay strong ♡︎”

• He’s like your little hype-man it’s so cute

• When you’re both in public places that are crowded and he can tell from your body language that you’re panicking, he’ll gently guide you away from the mess into a more private area to calm you down.

You and Chuuya were currently out shopping for one of your friends’ baby showers and had wanted to get her precious baby boy some cute clothes. You had asked Chuuya to come with you and without hesitation he said yes. This man would genuinely jump out a moving car for you and it shows.

Chuuya was browsing the selection with a focused look, trying to think what would look best. Meanwhile, your eyes were already preoccupied with the large crowds swarming certain areas.

“Doll, what size did ya say the little one would be?”

When he didn’t hear your voice, concern surrounded him. He peered over his shoulder to see you glancing at all the people who were suddenly swarming the floor. He stood up from his crouched position and came from behind you.

“Shit, it’s the January sales..damn bastards are already cornering the damn place..” He mutters under his breath, careful to not let you hear his last words in fear of not setting off bells in your head.

Although it seems the bells were already screaming as soon as you heard the shouting, babies crying and the trolleys rattling against the shelves and racks.

Chuuya can sense your distress almost immediately when he sees tears form your eyes and the trembling in your hands. He instantly takes action.

“Hey hey, it’s alright..come, let’s go someplace quieter yeah?”

You nod quickly as he guides you out the shop and into the mall bathrooms, his hand just ghosting your back gently as to not panic you even further, but a sign to say “I’ve got you.”

When you two make it to the bathroom he swiftly puts you and him into one of the stalls and locks the door. You sitting on the closed toilet seat as you endure the rest of your panicking. Chuuya crouches down infront of you and smiles softly.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now, angel..just keep yer eyes on me, kay?” He whispers gently. “Deep breaths, yeah? Just like we practiced.”

You nod and begin to copy him as you two begin to match one another’s breathing. He begins using one finger to create an invisible box to create the ‘box breathing method’. His other hand was held out infront of you.

“Yer doing so great for me, angel. If you need to hold onto something you can either hold the seat or my hand, kay?” He reassures you, not expecting you to take his hand since you were in a state of panic, but he just wanted you to know the option was indeed there.

But not only did you grab the toilet seat but for the first time ever, you took his hand. He swears his heart has never melted more in his entire life than it has now.

Once you had calmed down with a few stray tears still marking their place on your cheeks, Chuuya adjusts his crouched position just a little bit to be at eye level with you.

“May I?” He asks permission to kiss your cheeks, in which you nod gently, not so fast as you were a few minutes ago.

He leans forward and kisses your tears away softly, pulling back after a few. He gently strokes your soft hand with his thumb, smiling and looking into your eyes.

When you look at him for too long, you begin to become flustered, blushing and covering your face with your free hand. Chuuya laughs at this.

“God, you’re just so damn cute. How’d I score such a sweet thing like you?”

“Chuuyaaaa..” You whine, earning another chuckle from him.

“..I’m really happy you decided to take my hand..” He whispers to you, making you look back at him from your flustered state.

“I understand your feelings towards actions like this.” He continues. “I never ever want you to feel as though you have to be all touchy with me, okay? You’re free to do literally anything and I’ll be here.”

Your heart melts at his words and you nod with a little sniffle.

“You better not start crying again because you know how bad my heart aches when ya do, sweetheart.”

You both laugh, you wiping your reoccurring tears as you nod.

“Hey, look at me?” He asks, in which you do.

“Whenever you’re ready. Whenever you’re ready to do anything when it comes to this relationship, I’ll wait. I’d wait a thousand years for you if it meant i could be with ya forever.”

You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back in response. You’re about to speak but that’s when you hear a knock on the door.

“Hey listen, I reeeaaallyyy adored that speech of yours, Chuuya..really shows your true character~ but I desperately neeeed so if you could just wrap it up pleeeaaaeee? Kay thanks.”

“WHAT THE? DAZAI?!—“

• Yeah so after that Chuuya has strictly prevented you from staying away from “perverted stalker bandaged freaks” like Dazai.

• But after you two went home, he secretly went out and bought the baby clothes your friend needed

• He truly cares for you. Like he said, whenever you’re ready to take that extra step in the relationship he will be waiting for you with an open heart and arms, just like he’s always been <3

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