#but maybe i'm fine and actually just being normal... idk

[le-velo-pour-dru]

I'm what they call the insecurerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[ablatheringblatherskite]

🧍🏽‍♀️

[psychopomp-namine]

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[moe-broey]

Sometimes I worry I get too self-indulgent w how I portray Alfonse w Sharena, ESP keeping that one FEH comic in mind (which shows Alfonse and Sharena's differing boundaries, and how Alfonse in general "isn't much of a hugger") BUT. In my heart............. I like to imagine....... there are moments where he'll happily allow it. But the Problem Here, is if he gives Sharena an inch, she's taking a mile. She's going to completely smother him. She's dangling off his shoulders and squishing herself against him in ways previously thought impossible. Which may or may not be a contributing factor as to why he's a little apprehensive by default. And it's a feedback loop. Him being standoffish, her trying sooooo hard to respect that when she's STARVING for that physical affection, him allowing it, her squeezing him so hard that if he wasn't in armor he might break a rib. Endless loop. Unique hell. But they do love each other, completely.

[ronbertart]

im going to a life drawing thing today and i'm so anxious. i used to go to one when i lived in my home town, but then i went with my mom. i don't like being a grown adult who does things by myself

[existence-is-a-pain87]

HIIII!!!

Idk if this is where you get your requests-

If it’s not, delete this and sorry!

Anyway! I wanna request for the Self-Aware Cosmo and Sprout! Or just one of the two! Maybe one or both could actually meet the reader?

I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!😭😭❤️

Guys I have so many requests now. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have people want me to write more, but I'm a wee bit startled by all of this, lol.

So this one is gonna be a bit shorter, lol. (Don't worry I love fulfilling requests! Feel free to send in more!)

Anyways, here's a drabble on Sprout and Cosmo in the self-aware AU from They Hear You!

Friends You Never Knew

Yandere!Self-Aware!Sprout x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Cosmo x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Both were skeptical of you at first. Especially Sprout.

After all, hearing a player speak was completely new. Sure they could see the dialogs sent in the chat, but they never heard anyone's voice.

And when you played as Cosmo? Sprout was not happy.

But then you kept being so happy to play as Cosmo, occasionally rambling about how you'd like to bake with him and Sprout sometime.

So you baked? Hm... maybe you weren't that bad.

And you seemed to adore Cosmo. You called him 'a cutie of a cake roll' and made that poor Toon turn beet red when you weren't looking at his face.

Cosmo didn't know if he could trust you. Especially when Sprout was initially so skeptical. But... he heard how loving you are.

Is it surprising he was the first to warm up to you?

To love you?

--☆☆☆--

Sprout was surprised at how easily he gave in to the urge to love you.

It was so sudden. He was in his Twisted form, skeptical of you even as Cosmo insisted on going onto this floor to show you a medkit as you played a Scraps who was accidentally brought to one heart.

He just wanted to make sure Cosmo would be fine.

But then he heard you crying. Letting out choked sobs as you vented to Scraps about the struggles wearing down on you.

You weren't venting to him, he knew that.

But it sure felt like you were.

And it was in his nature to be nurturing, was it not?

He'd be nurturing to you, helping you grow and eventually be able to move past these struggles with ease.

And so he loved you.

He loved you so much.

--☆☆☆--

It didn't take the two too long to finally accept you were going to be a regular occurrence.

And it didn't take long for them to start to like you.

You playing became a regular occurance. You talking became a regular occurance.

And boy, did they listen.

They listened to every word you said.

And when Vee learned a strange amount of information about you and figured out how to go elsewhere on Roblox? To leave the app and see everything else you fuss about with? And when she told the other Mains?

Sprout was quick to tell Cosmo, and the two left the app.

And promptly read your search history.

They didn't know that wasn't a normal thing to do. If Vee was able to access your phone's microphone to hear and learn more about you, what's the harm in seeing the things you searched up?

They mostly focused on the recipes you searched up. And asked Vee what your favorite food was.

If Dandy was going to actually follow through on his plan...

They learnt how to make you favorite food. And your second favorite food. And your third. And they kept learning how to make foods you liked. Foods you loved.

The way to the heart is through the stomach, is it not?

Cosmo was worried you wouldn't like them. Sprout opted to disagree.

You already spoke of them highly. Why would you suddenly hate them?

You would never hate them, right?

They thought of you as their friends.

You were their friend, yes?

And they loved you.

So, of course, you loved them too!

They're the friends you never knew you had.

They love you.

<3

[rc-writes]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: matt murdock x reader

warnings: reader wears contacts and they bother their eyes for a moment, pet names

a/n: brought to you by an experience that definitely did not happen to me, idk where you got the information that it has. and this totally isn't completely self-indulgent in anyway, why would you say that? also someone please tell me they get the joke with the title lol i spent too long trying to come up with a serious one and could only think of this lol

Hearing you loudly exclaim "Jesus Christ! Ow! Please just stop!" from the bathroom on the other side of the apartment had Matt practically leaping up from his spot on the couch.

When he finally got to the bathroom, after nearly tripping on a pile of loose clothes he didn't sense in his panicked state, he was expecting some sort of intruder attacking you or maybe you had cut yourself. But he sensed neither anyone else nor the smell of blood, but he could instead practically taste the saltiness of the tears that were in your eyes. He could also tell that you were frantically rubbing your eyes and blinking very quickly.

"Hey, hey! Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Matt asked frantically as he walked up to you, a bit hesitant to put his hands on your arms for fear of making whatever was wrong worse.

"It's just my eyes." You say a bit too plainly for someone whose voice was a fraction of a bit too shaky. "I'm fine, it'll go away soon."

"You're eyes?" He asked, deciding it was alright to place his hands on both of your arms. It being more so to ground him in his panicked state than you. "Baby, I don't understand. What is it? What can I do?"

You couldn't help but laugh softly at the endearing way he was so worried about a situation that seemed so mundane to you. "Matt, I'm alright. I promise!" You laughed again, lowering your hands from your face and onto his arms. "Sometimes if I put my contacts in when my eyes are still half asleep, they get a bit upset and fight back."

Matt just about looked at you as if you were explaining rocket science at seven thirty in the morning. 

"That was a terrible explanation, huh?" You laughed upon seeing the more than usual faraway look on his face. "If my eyes aren't used to being open just yet and then I put my contacts in, then they get all funky. It usually takes a few seconds so by the time I have both of them in my eyes they feel like they're burning out of my head."

"And you're saying this so casually?" He let out a breathy laugh that was practically a scoff. He removed his hands from your arms and moved them to your face, his thumbs brushing under your red eyes. "Honey, if your eyes hurt that badly it most definitely is not okay nor normal."

"For someone who has practically crawled back into this apartment with multiple stab wounds at least twice a month and said they were fine, you sure are one to talk about."

"Touche." Matt laughed for real this time. "But seriously, maybe you should make an appointment if this is a normality to you."

For a long moment you just nodded, thinking he was probably right. Well, that was until you remembered something. "Actually, I think I've just been wearing these for too long."

"Huh?"

"These are supposed to be monthly contacts, but I think it's been more like four months since I've changed them..."

"Christ, honey." Matt laughed softly, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he did so. At this point he was practically cradling your head as he leaned to kiss the top of your head. "What am I ever going to do with you?"

You couldn't help but mirror his laugh as you leaned into him. "I suppose I should take these one's out, huh."

He quickly retracted his lips from kissing the top of your head to smile at you. "Yes, most definitely, we can't have you going blind your own self now too. Imagine the talks people would have."

You playfully shoved at his shoulder, shaking your head as you laughed. "If I did you could just teach me that echolocation super skill."

"Echolocation-" He threw his head back laughing. "Honey, I'm not a dolphin."

"You're right," You shrugged, smiling. "Dolphins are cuter than you."

Matt scoffed, dropping his hands from your face, feigning offense. "Now don't be mean, remember you're the one who's managed to wear monthly contacts for four months! He teased back. 

The two of you both broke out in laughter and continued to do so for the next several minutes. Getting the contacts out of your eyes was a difficult process while this was happening. Every time you would go to do so you'd catch the reflection of his lopsided smile and burst out in a fit of laughter again.

Safe to say the two of you were both late to work because of this. Matt getting funny looks from Foggy and Karen when he walked into the office an hour late a bit too cheery. Them fully not believing the innocent story he tried to explain to them over and over again throughout the day. Your boss on the other hand just made a side comment that you probably shouldn't come into work high again.

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐛����𝐭...

...you'll be able to find each ghost boy (under their respective section, ofc lol) in the master list all with the same title :). I decided to just do them all one at a time to keep from having you wait any longer/forcing myself to pump them all out in one go/one long ass post lmao.

plus, to hopefully make it easier, I'll just tag you each time as the requester so you know, if that's okay lol♡.

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

while it's always fun to imagine (haha, get it💀) what it'd be like for him to be your best friend or your boyfriend, there's times when you yearn for that tension. that something in between that's more than a platonic relationship, but just short of being a lover. and I'm here to revive that feeling of what it'd be like for robin arellano to have a crush on you...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x robin arellano - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

70s-80s - the grabber doesn't exist

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - robin lowkey being a menace💀 - him also liking you tho - mentions of fighting/violence - manhandling,,, kind of?? (idk I personally wouldn't call it that, but- 😭✋🏽) - me focusing a little too much on the jealousy stuff lol whoops🧍🏽‍♀️...

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I feel like he doesn't really "crush" on ppl. He finds people attractive and that's about as far as that's gonna go lmfao. If anything, he finds it fun to recognize/point out the difference between when people are conventionally/deemed by society's standards "attractive" vs when HE actually finds somebody to be a good looker to HIM (he wanna be different so bad🙄✋🏽).

But like I said, him finding someone hot doesn't really go anywhere. He doesn't do/say anything about, nor go out of his way to force things, especially when there's no prior connection/feelings there.

On that note, I feel like for him to have a crush on you (reader), two things would need to be an order; You'd have to attract him one way or another. Like, there's gotta be something about you that makes him have that, "Oh, she's fine as hell, I gotta talk to her." mindset towards you, even if he'd have yet to act on it. And, there's gotta be, like I said, a prior connection.

Or, you could get lucky, and a very specific set of circumstances could spark something up between y'all. He's not opposed to a meet-cute😻.

If y'all were already friends/close, he'd deny👏🏽deny👏🏽deny👏🏽 having feelings for so long. Not towards you, but towards himself. He would deadass be lying to himself about liking you romantically, even a little a bit, but unfortunately, it'd be one of those things that sneaks up on him one day and then just all comes crashing down into one existential crisis.

But even after accepting them, he'd STILL not bother to do anything about it - not bc he doesn't think he has a chance (well, maybe a little bit, but see if he'd tell anyone that), but also bc he doesn't want to ruin the friendship between y'all.

He'd hate to lose you just because he woke up "...on some bullshit, bro, I can't believe I like her..." one day, so he's more than likely to keep quiet about it.

Although, he can say that's what he's doing all he wants, his actions kind of prove otherwise; he might accidentally drop a subtle hint or two, and the stuff that he normally does that held the air of friendship and loyalty suddenly becomes a bit more,,, ✨️🧡💫💋, ykwim?

If he's walking with you, maybe crossing the street or something, he could care less about how far you are behind him if it meant getting to the nearest idk Burger King or whatever faster💀✋🏽. Or at school - sure, he might be on the look out for you if he's bored, or should he hear anyone tarnishing your name without you there to defend yourself on your own, shoot them a dirty look. And even just hanging out at the drive-in; it's viewed as more of a casual hangout than anything.

But let a crush develop some,,, let him become a little infatuated with you... Now, all of the sudden, crossing the street is a whole ordeal; checking for cars is routine now, and whether you like it or not, he's got a hand wrapped around your wrist and is tugging you along gently with an alertness that both amused and perplexed you. And at school, he's now taking any free time he may have to actually go looking for you instead of your paths crossing due to natural coincidence, just to act as though he had no time at all to waste with you, and would pester you at your locker whenever he did spot you.

And, as much as he hated the way his hands would clam up and how his heart would beat out of his chest and how he practically had to force himself not to look for your reaction to every single scene of the movie he picked, he was insistent on having a specific schedule for going out to the movies now. And no, he'd never, ever let you pay, even when you really should've and definitely could've.

But...

Say if he hadn't known you beforehand tho, and y'all met through some sort of meet-cute or whatever,,, him starting to like you would be a little easier of a process for him.

Something he wouldn't be so against because there's "nothing" to ruin or fuck up besides his chances with you, so now he can pretty much just focus on not screwing that up.

He's way quicker to drop hints (not saying he's any smoother with it, but that's not gonna stop him from doing it lmfao cuz who finna check him😗😹).

It's things like really obvious (almost bad) flirting, and teasing that isn't in the same way as he might do with his regular friends. If anything, he might use it as an excuse to always be touching you in some way - OMG TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE A CHRONIC "You got something on your shirt..." JUST TO FLICK YOUR FACE TYPE OF PERSON LMFAO!!

You'd hate it and look at him like, "😐" and he'd just get a kick out of it, looking at you and laughing every single time like he's comedy fckn central💀.

Or if he's telling you a story - probably about the last time he beat someone up - he's using you as "the other guy", gently tapping you with ghost punches and moving you about by the shoulders when need be lmao. And even just in general, when he's not storytelling,,, give him ONE good reason to try and be physical, and he'll take it and SPRINT.

And if you notice that fact (there's no way you possibly couldn't), all he'll do is smirk at you and go, "It's fine, you like it😌."

Bro just slaps on an obnoxious and obscene amount of confidence and calls it a day, basically. Fake it 'til you make it type of thing, and it most definitely works (you wouldn't be reading this if it didn't🤭🤷🏽‍♀️). But of course, let it be known he'd never do anything to make you uncomfortable. I just imagine he's rather cocky in his abilities to woo someone if he really, really wanted it, and well... it's you, so...

He really, really wants you LMFAO😭. Anyways, back on track...

I feel like he's definitely the jealous type, but he won't do anything about it/won't get outta pocket unless your well-being is at stake. Like, if you were clearly uncomfy in a situation, or you specifically came to him on some, "This guy's bothering me..." type shit, oh, it's 0-100 rq. He's absolutely beating the shit out of that person (more so than when he's just in a regular fight).

Because of that, he'll definitely be scary dog privilege, like, I'm sorry, but,,, I feel like he's the type to - once he decides he's gunning for you - that's it. Not in a possessive way, just in the sense that he's totally made up his mind and, as much as he likes to maybe slap on a chill and nonchalant-type persona, he actually cares very deeply about things and people that have an affect on him.

He's also a go-getter, so with all of that in mind, it makes sense that even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, he'd STILL make it known that he don't play about you lmfao. But even so, jealousy is also one of those things he just deny-deny-denies, will totally brush it off if you bring it up, even if you tease him for it.

But, he is a dork at the end of the day lmao tease him long enough and he'll eventually fold and just be like, "Nah it's just cuz I treasure you and I like you, like... would you rather I didn't care or just ignored it whenever a guy looked at you crazy? Exactly, hush, you love me😌✨️🧡." Once again, it's that seemingly blind confidence that definitely has you shaking your head a lot with a giggles escaping you, but YOU ALSO DON'T SAY NO/TELL HIM OTHERWSIE, SOOO😆🤭...!!

Honestly, with Robin being jealous, I feel like it's one of those things you dk/even realize he's feeling until it's "too late" - he's stalking towards someone you've complained about making you uncomfortable or he's already done what he needs to do, he's coming back to you, and after a short conversation with you pressing him about why and whatnot, it just hits you, and you're like, "Oh...Oh my god, you're jealous🤭..." and he's all "nO😡....."

"You lyin'?😆"

"...yeah😔..."

Although, jealously for you surprisingly isn't often. Like sure, girls dk how to back off, but not only are you both pretty secure, but he's also very reassuring. Both in speaking directly to you, telling you he doesn't really have eyes for them, AND towards the other people. He breaks hearts left and right, and it's highkey not even on purpose...

Bro just doesn't know how to let folks down easy - so much so that sometimes even YOU feel bad😭. Sometimes...

"You didn't have to say it to her like that...!"

"Wha-? But it's true! Should I have lied? Like..."

"No, but I'm just-! ... You need to learn to be more sensitive about these things😭..."

"Fym, I'm the most sensitive guy I know😙."

"...The kid whose nose you broke a month ago would say otherwise, but okay🙃."

But otherwise, if and when you're not scolding him, he finds your envy to be very endearing and validating. It lets him know that you are actually thinking about him in the romantic sense like he is you, and he just likes seeing you get all worked up lmfao. Something about your brows being furrowed and the heated look in your eyes reminds him of, well, himself! And he takes a little bit of pride in that, if he's being honest with himself, especially if it's a rare occurrence.

If you're normally this little sweetheart, and you're not exactly on the violent and/or temperamental side, in those moments where you might snap a little bit, he's DEFINITELY paying the most attnetion and he's DEFINITELY standing there like, 'Omgomgthat'shot-...' 💀😭.

If anything, I feel like these strong emotions from either one of you two could for sure be the gateway into him finding out/realizing you like him back...

Like, you'd definitely slip up one time, say something you weren't supposed to, or he'd reassure you way too much and let something slip, SOMETHING LIKE THAT, and either way, he finds out and he's like "Ohp🫢...AAAAH😃🫵🏽⁉️....YOU LIKE MEEEEE I KNEWWW ITTT🤪😘🫵🏽!!!"

He'd probably be too busy celebrating the fact he "...always knew and I'm always right about these things, blahblahblah..." while you stand there like, "🙄😒..." to remember there's actually supposed to be something following up after a whole ass love confession💀.

But, because you do, in fact, love him, I'm sure you'd be the one to fill in that gap, and short after, a very chaotic yet loving/meaningful relationship would ensue.

THAT BOY LOVESSS YOU, OKAAAY💋🧡✨️‼️‼️‼️

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥...

...as I was writing this one (well, adding onto what had already been written), the app glitched, and the whole thing deleted itself...

shit pmo so bad, I just didn't touch it again for like a whole month😭✋🏽. it's also part of the reason why it's shorter than I actually intended, so I apologize, but I hope all enjoy it regardless🙏🏽♡.

next up is vance, tho !!

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

@in3rci4

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

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none :(

[pompillar]

Hello! I wanted to ask how the Ghouls would react to an MC who's very close with Jiro? Like it's obvious to everyone in Darwick MC is WHIPPED for him and the ghouls are just like.. really? That guy 💀 idk, I feel like it would be humorous for the guys to find out MC's type is literally the guy everyone is afraid of lol

Oohoohoohoo! I love this idea! Probably because I also adore Jiro. Anywho!

Jin - Alright who set the ice king on fire?? Jiro who? It might take him a second to recall mortkranken's vice captain. But once he does he's hopping mad, not that you'll see it. How is that freak show your favorite? His lack of personality and dry banter is ridiculous! What do you mean that reminds you of someone? Oh he's butthurt. Big butthurt.

Tohma - all in all he's not too bothered. He knew you would eventually find a ghoul you favored above the rest. While you did surprise him with who it was it didn't hurt him unlike his captain. Which he finds very amusing. Just try to keep Jiro from scaring the frostheim first years so much will you?

Lucas - he wants to let you know he supports you in all your endeavors of befriending the ghouls. If he feels a slight twinge of disappointment that it's not him he won't show it. He can't blame you though, as someone who's sparred with Jiro he knows the other is strong despite his illness and can easily protect you. He may try to drag Jiro into more friend stuff with you and Kaito much to the latter's dismay.

Kaito - speaking of... You thought he was loud before? Hope you have earplugs. He's breaking the sound barrier. What do you mean Frankenstein is your favorite ghoul?!?!!??! He's super creepy and greasy and scary!!!!! What do you mean it should be Frankenstein's monster? Huh? What are you defending him for?!??!?? Safe to say he's gonna need Luca to cool him off if you don't make him grovel with that disappointed look on your face.

Alan - I'm not even sure Alan knows him... But regardless maybe it's better that way. You should be around people who can keep you safe. Not people like him... Though he might start sighing more frequently after learning who your favorite is.

Sho - alright okay normally he's chill and all but he might take you aside and ask you if you're being coerced into saying this. No he's being serious this actually isn't a joke. He's concerned you don't know how to say no and wants to know if he needs to step in. Just tell him to cool his jets you're serious too. Though Sho's confident he can change your mind with enough homemade dinners and some one on one time...

Leo - augh he is fuckin fuming. It's so funny thinking about how mad he would be. Steam rising from his ears type anger. On the surface it's just his usual huffy behavior when he's in a bad mood. But really? Some nobody from mortkranken with bad hygiene and a worse personality? I mean being realistic he knew he wouldn't be your favorite but had hoped you had better taste. Will start bullying you harder about it and saying shit like you like them big huh? Like he's not also a size queen

Haru - I don't think this busybody has met a Kirisaki in his life. But he will pout a bit. Just for a second before playing his ace in the hole. Clearly peekaboo is your favorite!!! If you try to deny it your favorite little anomalous bunny baby will look dejected. So expect that to happen any time you bring up Jiro and favoritism.

Towa - uh oh... Who told him? You knew that was a bad idea but the storm cloud over jabberwock just gets bigger... How dare someone else become his dandelions favorite! Even if it is Zenji's little brother he won't forgive him! He's going to be glued to your side more than usual. Just don't bring Jiro around... We don't need to know how lightening would affect him...

Ren - it's fine or whatever!!! Who cares about your favorite ghoul??? Not him!!! He says good riddance, you would be way too annoying if he was your favorite anyway. You would never give him peace and quiet, you'd ask too many questions about his movies, or be useless in the games he wants you to play. Who cares!!! ...Ren. Ren cares a whole lot. He's going to be upset because you couldn't even pick a normal ghoul you had to pick one of the weird ones! Shut your tsundere ass mouth sir.

Taiga - if he remembers you is one thing, if he somehow remembers Jiro's existence is another entirely! This man doesn't even know what a mortkranken is... oh wait they have tasty anomalies in there? Nvm he remembers now. Oh, oh so when he pulls his gun out it's a problem but when this lug whips out his chainsaw it's totally fine??? Double standards kitty cat. How is that fair at all? He's actually more annoyed than you know.

Romeo - what ... Why?!?!!!?!!! That guy?!!!?!!? That's your favorite ghoul??!!!!! WTF is this sorry excuse for a joke you BB?!?! Pissed. Just fucking pissed, he thought you had better taste than that... The guy's a walking petri dish of germs that cause bad skin and eye bags. His fashion sense is worse than your taste!! God help you bc Romeo isn't letting this go easily.

Ritsu - clearly he misheard you. You're his business partner, so of course naturally he's your favorite... What do you mean Jiro Kirisaki is your favorite ghoul? That doesn't add up... Let him check his behavioral models... He's going to be trying to understand where his model is wrong for a while. Sorry he's going to short circuit over this. Hope you have him under warranty!

Subaru - are you sure you can't just fib a little bit??? Do you wanna see that sad face? The one he perfectly constructed for this moment when he sees you again after finding out? He looks so sad... But ultimately says he understands... You can't help who you find comfort in... Like how he finds comfort in you... Did you know you're his favorite along with Haku and Zenji and Lyca? You are. He's sorry. That sounds like he's trying to guilt trip you... He would never...

Haku - saw this coming much like Tohma. I mean you weren't falling for his charms, or Rui's, or Ed's, or Kaito's, or Towa's. He could go on about the advances you've ignored... But yeah he figured your type would be pretty different from them. Less energetic, not as flirty, definitely someone... Well okay not quite what he pictured but okay. You like what you like. He can see the charm, it's like if Zenji ever closed his mouth- don't repeat that princess. He can't make Zenji feel bad for his yapping nature.

Zenji - uh of course Jiro's your favorite?! He's his wonderful intelligent little brother! It would be ridiculous if he wasn't your favorite! Man is proud as a peacock like you said he was your favorite or something. Is just happy to know Jiro has someone else looking at him in a positive light. Definitely ignores the dull ache in his heart when he heard the news, that's unbecoming of a refined man like himself. Squashes any bit of jealousy like it's a horrible anomalous bug.

Edward - ughhh gramps is at it again. Guilt tripping you with intent to drag you away from mortkranken. He wants to spend more time with you suddenly. Don't ask why he's sniffing you more frequently, it's definitely not him checking if your sensuality has gotten stronger since you've been hanging out with that boy so much...

Rui - shot through the heart! And you're to blame! Baby you give lo- *whack* in all seriousness Rui is going to pull the playful tease of oh you must not care that much about him now that you've got a bigger stronger man around huh? Enjoying his replacement? Still flirting even when he's hurting. Has no bad feelings towards Jiro he just wishes he wasn't cursed so that maybe he could have changed your mind about who your favorite is...

Lyca - he's confused. Like at first he's mad, upset, hurt, goes down the slide of emotions about why it's not him. He said he'd protect you and take good care of you. Why is this weird smelling guy your favorite??? Pouting so hard whenever he sees you with Jiro. God forbid you go hang out with Lyca after you've been around Jiro long enough to smell like him. Wolf boy is so cranky!

Yuri - of course Jiro's your favorite! That's his best work in the flesh! In a way you're saying Yuri's work is your favorite! His not quite so little miracle of modern medicine. Yeah he's proud of it. It might sting a bit but nevertheless he's thrilled you care so much about Jiro. Someone else to keep up with his damn condition? Please and thank you, he needs an early warning system for when it acts up anyway.

Jiro - *that damned amused giggle* Thanks, you're his favorite too

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Attention

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Warnings: Swearing, alludes to smut but no actual smut cuz I'm not ready to post that yet. Daddy Kink???? Kinda maybe idk.

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Summary: Chishiya wants your and Niragi's attention.

The first thing Chishiya saw when he entered your shared room was you. You were happily sitting in your chair in front of your vanity, organising your nail varnishes and trying to decide which colour to go for. Niragi was sitting in a chair near the window, cleaning his gun.

Chishiya walked deeper into the room and momentarily watched the two of you. He walked to you and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. You looked at him through the vanity and giggled. “Welcome home.” You said happily. You happily turned in your seat and pressed your lips against his in a short yet sweet kiss. You then turned back to your nail polish. 

Chishiya walked over to Niragi and tapped his shoulder lightly. Now, Chishiya had been expecting a lot of reactions from Niragi. A kiss. A ‘hello' or an ‘I missed you.’ Maybe he even expected him to question where he had been. However, what he hadn't expected was for Niragi to look at him and say. “Not now, Kitten, Daddy's cleaning his gun.” 

Chishiya blinked. He was pretty sure his brain had stopped working for a moment. He didn't even notice the sound of your nail varnishes being knocked over after you gasped. You let out a giggle because what the fuck? Niragi had never said something like that before. 

Niragi smirked to himself as he cleaned his gun. He had a goal the moment Chisiya walked through that door, and it was the reaction he getting. He finally looked at the blonde. There he was, quiet, frozen. Blinking as he processed what had just happened. As he processed what was just said. 

Chishiya shook his head. He could see both of you watching him. “I’ll be right back.” He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Shit, what was this feeling in his stomach? Why was his brain so foggy after such a simple sentence? Because it wasn’t just simple. It wasn’t just what Niragi said. It was how he had said it. With authority. So smooth and no hesitation. Not sparing him a glance. Yet the words had also come out in a way that wrapped themselves around Chishiya's mind and squeezed. 

You turned to Niragi and raised an eyebrow at him. “I think you just unlocked a new kink for him.” You told him with a smile on your face. You stood up and walked over to Niragi. The male took one of your hands in his and kissed your palm. The smirk was still on his face as he looked up at you. 

“Just for him?” He asked you curiously. He noticed the way your cheeks heated up. Adorable. 

“This isn’t about me, this is about our love and how you just crashed his brain like it was a computer.” You told him, your voice holding so much sass. 

Niragi placed his gun down and tugged you closer to him. “Don’t be a brat.” His voice was low and deep. Both of your attentions were brought to the bathroom as the door opened. Chishiya stepped out and walked over to both of you. He sat down on the bed and then lay back. 

“You good over there, Kitten?” Niragi asked as he stood up. He walked over to Chishiya and leaned over him, his hands coming to either side of Chishiya’s head, trapping the shorter male between him and the bed. 

“I’m fine.” Chishiya didn’t sound so sure about that. His voice was shakier. A shiver ran down his spine. The tent in his shorts told another story. The way Niragi pressed into him told him that the taller male knew exactly what he wanted. Niragi tutted for a moment, obviously not happy about being lied to. “I-” He wasn’t normally like this. He was never ready to just give in. Most times, he liked to make Niragi work for it. But tonight, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Shiya. You know what Daddy wants to hear.” Oh, the way you said it was like it was dripping in honey. How could you say something so innocently but have it sound like the filthiest thing in the world? Your words went to both Chishiya and Niragi’s cores. Both groaned. You sat down next to Chishiya's head and smiled sweetly at him. You ran your fingers through his hair. Normally, it was the other way around. It was he and Niragi ganging up on you. Trapping you between them. Making you beg. Making you whine. Making you a mess that only the two of them would ever get to see. The two of you locked eyes. Chishiya gulped. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a long night.

At least he would get what he wanted. Both of your attentions were on him. Only him. Not on guns or nail polish. Him. That's all he had wanted since he walked through that door. He wanted to have you both focus on him. Because sometimes, he needed the attention. Chishiy looked between the two of you and licked his lips.

“Please.”

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Not my fandom, but #15 for Zayne?

Intrusion

Zayne x gn!Reader

Prompt from this list

15 - hugging each other

I didn't intend to actually write these tonight bc I have a lot of downtime in the morning and I Need Sleep, buuuuut this one hit different idk

Warnings: hurt/comfort, caretaking, pre or early relationship, depression, food, hugging, crying

Word Count: 857

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Zayne knocks on the door lightly. It's late. Far later than is normal to be visiting. He'd hate to wake up one of the neighbors and give them a bad impression of you, especially right now.

You'd been practically radio silent all day. He's so accustomed to you sending him emojis and random videos, to have absolutely nothing come in was disconcerting. On top of that, when he messaged you asking if you were okay, it took several hours before you responded.

I'm fine. Just tired, sorry.

Did you stay up late last night?

Yeah, I guess.

Are you feeling well?

Don't worry about me, Zayne. I'm perfectly fine :)

Each insistence only stirred that uncertainty in his gut. You may not want to inconvenience him, but he needs your intrusion on his life. Otherwise, it would be the same, day to day. A cold, dark existence, with a sweet treat the only thing to draw him away from the mundanity.

He knocks again, slightly louder.

The door opens a crack. Your face is obscured in shadow, hidden from the dim light of the hallway, but from what he can tell, you look rough. You don't meet his eyes. You just stare at his tie.

"H-Hey," you draw out, trying to act casual. Maybe he'd believe the act if you weren't hiding. "What brings you here, doc?"

He inhales. Why must you keep insisting on putting barriers between you? "I'm not on duty, at the moment," he reminds you curtly, but his tone softens as he continues. "I wanted to make sure you ate something today, so I got takeout from a restaurant on my list."

You stare at the plastic bag of takeout he holds. He can see the gears turning. The hesitation as you realize the amount of food he's gotten. "Zayne, I-I can't possibly eat that much."

"I ordered some for myself. I haven't had a chance to eat dinner yet." He nods his head slightly toward the door. "May I come in?"

He watches with bated breath as you debate your options. He can see the way your eyes flicker from the bag to him, like you're weighing the pros and cons. You get food, but you have to let him in. From the faint growl of your stomach, it would seem that the choice is made for you.

You slowly open the door.

The apartment is dark, which isn't surprising. Still, Zayne navigates it with no issues. He toes off his shoes and replaces them with the guest house slippers with familiarity. You trail behind as he heads for the kitchen. He adjusts the lights to be set to a dim glow, allowing for enough light that he can see what he's doing without being too harsh on your eyes. Though, now that he can see, he can see the heavy bags under your red-raw eyes.

"Did I wake you?" He keeps his voice purposefully low.

You stand by the doorway, arms crossed, as you watch him bustle about. He retrieves two plates from the cabinet and divides the containers from the bag into what's his and what's yours. As he does so, he removes the lid from one of the containers and slides it over to you. The warm aroma of soup fills the room.

You shake your head. He watches from the corner of his eye as you sidle over, slippers scraping quietly against the tile floor. When you pick up the cup of soup, it feels like a brick has been removed from the wall.

He transfers food to the plates. A healthy serving, to be sure. He tries to keep the amounts relatively similar, but it's clear he's added slightly more to your plate than his own. Once they're ready, he sets your plate in front of your seat - designated as such from the times he's come over in the past - and his plate in front of his seat. Before he sits, he reaches up into the cabinets once again to retrieve some glasses.

Arms wrap around him from behind, nearly startling him into dropping the cups. Your head rests against his back. Your hands hold onto each other, as though resting them against him would be the thing to make him pull away.

"Thank you..." you mumble, only just loud enough for him to make out.

He moves like he's trying not to startle a wild animal as he lowers two glasses to the countertop. He sets a hand on your arm, to keep you from letting go, as he turns in your embrace. His arms wrap themselves over your shoulders, around your back, hands flat against you to draw you into his chest. Your hold tightens around him. Your hands fist his work shirt. Your head is tucked securely under his chin.

He says nothing of the way you shudder as your breath catches in your lungs. Nor does he say anything as he feels a wet spot form in his collar.

Instead, he rubs your back in soothing motions. "Please tell me the next time you're hurting," he pleas in a whisper. "Don't shut me out."

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I'm gonna put my little end note here that I had on AO3 cuz I still feel like gloating:

"I feel the need to gloat about the title because it goes both ways!!! Zayne needs your intrusion on his life because otherwise he'd be no better than Dawnbreaker, but you also need his intrusion on your life to help you through whatever's bringing you down!!! Very proud of this"

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[lastoneout]

Honestly, I don't say it often bcs I know how this site is but I really do think for a lot of survivors of abuse, especially abuse that went on for years and years, sometimes the message "it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong/to deserve this" while ABSOLUTELY TRUE* isn't actually super helpful. For a lot of us there's a LOT of guilt tied into it, and even if things were truly out of our hands we will not be able to accept that we are truly blameless, at least not at first, and maybe for some of us not ever. So being told "no dw you didn't do anything wrong <3 <3 you're innocent" feels...idk like some toxic positivity style lies. It doesn't make me feel better, because I still do feel like there were things that happened that were my fault, that were in my control, even an ethicist or god or whoever could look me dead in the eyes, weigh all the facts, and assure me of my complete innocence, and I still wouldn't believe it. (Tbh, you have to be ready to forgive yourself and trying to force it early does more harm than good.)

And I occasionally see movies and shows and stuff get roasted all to hell for having the audacity to go with a different message, to offer abused characters not a platitude about how they are innocent and should forgive themselves asap, but instead say "so what if it was your fault? so what if you fucked up? you're still alive, you still have time, your mistakes(or perceived mistakes) don't make you irredeemable scum who deserves to suffer, it's okay that you fucked up, what matters is what you do next, and even if the horrible thing was your fault in one way or another or you did actually hurt people, you still did NOT deserve to be hurt in turn" because people think that is like, admitting that the person in question is at fault when they almost always aren't....but as an actual survior, I'm sorry, you can tell me I'm innocent till the cows come home and I won't believe it. What I need to hear is that even if it was my fault I didn't deserve to be treated that way. I still deserve help. I deserve to keep going. I am not forever stained by my mistakes. I deserve a future free from this pain.

I think before we look at things in this like...grand moral way where we try to make sure we're sending the most Correct and Healthy Message Possible, sometimes it's worth asking if that message is actually the one the people it's about need to hear. I'm sure for some people it is very freeing to be told it's not their fault, but that kind of message does not resonate with me. And I, as well as people like me, deserve to expirience stories about us that are cathartic, that resonate, that make us feel seen, and to not have to see everyone and their mom throw a fit because what helps us is "problematic".

Anyway this has been mulling around in my head for a while and I def have a lot more to say about the way guilt manifests in trauma born of abuse, but yeah I just feel like this is something that should be talked about when we bring up abuse narratives and how well written they are and if they send the Correct Message, because the "Correct Message" is never going to be the same for everyone. And that's true of ANY demographic you could choose to represent!

Like some disabled people might enjoy the "magically healed" trope while others find it offensive. Some trans people like stories where transitioning is easy as drinking a potion or getting a fancy futuristic surgery and some find that that trivializes their struggles. Some queer people want stories where there's just no homophobia at all, others find that a world without it feels fake and patronizing. Some women do want to read stories about how keeping hearth and home is noble and empowering and others want read about women who have other jobs and never have kids or get married. For some of us "you're beautiful no matter what" is lovely and some of us just want to be told being fat and hairy and having acne and scars and shit is normal and fine. Or, like the last post I reblogged says, sometimes "you're not a burden" doesn't hit as well as "being a burden isn't a bad thing". No one type of representation is ever going to work for everyone, and that doesn't mean one type of rep is objectively wrong and the other is objectively right.

So yeah, the next time you find yourself angry because you think a story is sending the wrong message about a marginalized or harmed group, maybe stop for a second to ask yourself if it's actually harmful...or if you're not the person who the story is speaking to, and if there's someone it is talking to who desperately needs to hear what it has to say.

(*Getting ahead of this now: Do not put words in my mouth. I am not saying that any abused person in any way deserved their abuse or was at fault for it happening, that is not up for debate. The fault is always in the hands of the person who chose to hurt them. I'm just saying it's nuanced and complicated and guilt is a huge fucking issue that survivors have to deal with all the time and it's not wrong to acknowledge that some of us are always going to feel like we did something wrong and not be eased by being told otherwise even if the person saying it is 100% correct and/or means well. I do not have time for people who are going to willfully misinterpret me. You will be blocked.)

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Can I request a Natalie x Jackies little sister reader, who is the opposite of Jackie, via personality wise? Like she's quiet, nerdy, not athletic like at all, and is a goody-two-shoes (Jackie makes fun of her for it but also intends to keep it that way,) and the reader ends up getting dragged by Jackie, and the readers awful bf at the time to this party, Jackie goes and gets lost with shauna doing whatever (✂️) ANYWAYS she gets into a really bad argument with her boyfriend because he wants to have sex with her and she refuses. Natalie ends up stepping in and helps her out, defends her, and drives her home. Natalie has also, like, always had a crush on her, too. Natalie and the reader start to get super close and secretly dating, and Jackie ends up finding out about them via the readers' diary, and she's kind of upset at first but ends up allowing it after confronting Natalie after practice, who proves to Jackie that she loves the reader and wants to protect her no matter what. Idk sorry about it being all detailed 😭😭

All My Ghosts

Summary: literally just the prompt

Warning(s): cursing (more than usual), manipulation (from r bf), pressure to have sex, drug usage, smoking, drinking, non-consensual kissing (from bf), not proofread (spelling and grammar mistakes are not my problem actually)

Reader can either be read as a comphet lesbian or bisexual/pansexual, whichever you prefer <3

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"Y/n, let's GO!" your sister, Jackie, yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to your room. Instead of responding to her, you just rolled your eyes and finished lacing up your shoes. You didn't even want to go to this party, but your boyfriend, Brad, wanted you to go. And for some reason, Jackie agreed with him. Something about you being there with her for "moral support". Like she needed that. If anything, you were the one who needed moral support for a party.

When you were finally finished getting ready, you walked out of your bedroom and down the stairs to meet Jackie.

"God, finally. Shauna's going to wonder where we are." She twirls the keys to her car in her hand, and you just roll your eyes again.

"More like wonder where you are."

"She's your friend, too."

"Barely."

The less than a year between you and Jackie meant that the two of you grew up really close, and that her friends became your friends. Since both of you were in the same grade, you didn't have to worry a lot about making your own friends. Jackie was good about including you, and you got along well with Shauna and the other girls from the soccer team.

But sometimes, on days like this, you wished you had friends of your own. Maybe they wouldn't make you go to some stupid party with them.

"Come on." Jackie started walking towards your front door and out to the car. Honestly, you were surprised she was even driving. Normally Jeff or Shauna picked her up.

"Fine, whatever," you replied, walking out after her.

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When the two of you arrived, the party was already in full swing. Where Brad could be, you had no idea. And unfortunately for you, Jackie had no problem finding Shauna.

Soon enough, you were standing alone in the foyer of Lottie's giant house.

Suddenly, you see Brad. Quickly, you start walking towards him.

"Babe! Hey!" He pulls you into his side as soon as you come near him. He smells like weed and cheap beer, and you can't help but wrinkle your nose.

"Hi," you smile at him, trying to ignore the smell. Instead of continuing to talk to you, though, he immediately went back to whatever conversation he'd been having, not even trying to include you. This happened a lot. Brad would immediately assume you weren't interested in anything he'd been talking about, and practically ignore you.

You sat there in silence for a while before you decided it was time to get a drink.

"Hey, I'm going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?" you ask, tapping Brad's shoulder.

"Sure. Let me come with you." When he says that, you try not to let your disappointment show. You had been trying to get away from him for a minute, but there he was, following you around.

The two of you head to the kitchen, and you pour yourself a Diet Coke, while Brad opted for another beer. As you stand at the counter, sipping you drink, he slides up behind you and starts to whisper in your ear.

"You want to get out of here?" He was trying to be seductive, but all you could focus on was how shitty his breath smelled.

"No, sorry. I promised Jackie that I'd DD." It takes a lot not to push him away entirely, but you can't help but turn your head away as he spoke.

"Baby, I'm sure your sister can find another ride home. Come on." He was beginning to sound like a child, but you kept your cool.

"I'm sure she could, but I really don't need a pissed off Jackie in my life right now. Plus, I'd just rather not risk it." By now, you'd pulled away fully, not wanting to deal with whatever was going on.

"Y/n, come on. I need something. We haven't had sex in so long." He was louder now, and you were sure people heard.

"And I said not tonight."

"You're such a-"

"She said no, asshole. Leave her alone." Brad was cut off by a voice that you recognized. Natalie Scatorccio, one of the girls on your sister's soccer team. You didn't know her that well, and Jackie wasn't her biggest fan. But you were extremely grateful for her in this moment.

"This is none of your business, bitch. Who the fuck are you, anyways?" Brad was clearly pissed off, whether it was because he was interrupted or because it was Natalie who interrupted him, you couldn't tell.

"It doesn't matter who I am, and this became my business the minute you started yelling at y/n in the middle of the kitchen. She doesn't want to fuck you. Get over it."

"How does this bitch even know your name?" Brad's wrath was turned towards you now, and you weren't sure how to react.

"She's... uh, a friend. Of my sister's. They play soccer together," you manage to mumble out, embarrassed over the whole situation.

"Oh, so you need one of your sister's friends to fight your battles for you now? Fuck this. We're over. I don't want to be with a prude." With that, Brad finally walked away. Part of you wanted to follow him, but the majority of you didn't. Not after what he just pulled.

"Shit. I didn't mean for him to break up with you. Just leave you alone." Natalie did truly look apologetic, but you weren't upset with her at all.

"No, it's fine. I've been thinking about breaking up with him anyway. I've just been to nervous. So really, I should be thanking you." You tried to make light of the entire situation, wanting to relieve some of the tension.

"Well, he seemed like a dick. Is he always like that?"

You pause for a moment before speaking. "No, not always. When we first got together, he was perfect. But for the past month or so, he's been a lot pushier when it comes to physical stuff."

Natalie nods, taking it in.

"Do you want to get out of here?" You ask suddenly, hoping you don't sound weird.

"Don't you have to take Jackie home?" She looked at you quizzically, and you mentally cursed yourself.

As if on cue, Jackie appeared in the kitchen. "Y/n! I was looking for you. You don't care if I go with Shauna to her place, do you?'

"No, go ahead. Just give me the car keys." You hold out your hand for the keys, and Jackie happily gives them to you. Once she's gone from the kitchen, you turn back to Natalie.

"Well, not anymore."

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The two of you sat in your car, music playing softly through the stereo. You had no idea what you planned on doing, but it was nice to do something spontaneous for once in your life.

"Is there anywhere you want to be going?" You ask, not knowing exactly what Natalie would be into.

"Nah." She sits there in silence for a moment before turning to you, cigarette in hand. "Do you care if I smoke in here?"

"Roll down the window. I'm not sure I want my parents thinking I've been smoking."

She does as she's asked and rolls down the window before lighting up the cigarette, which kind of impresses you with the wind.

"So you're keeping up the "good girl" act even when I'm the only one here, huh?" She asks before taking a drag of the cigarette.

"What "good girl act"? This is just my personality." You take a turn and decide that you want to go to the beach. You've always loved the ocean, and with a night like tonight you deserved to do what you wanted.

"God, not even Jackie's this innocent. Have you ever broken a rule in your life?" She's not being mean, at least you don't think she is.

"I'm not innocent, just careful." You pause for a beat before answering her question, "And yes, I've broken rules. You think Jackie and I were supposed to be at that party?"

"Touché, I guess. Where do your parents think you are?" She looks over at you as she takes a drag from the cigarette, and something about the whole thing makes your heart flutter. Probably from the rebellion of it all.

"Well, they aren't even home, but before they left, Jackie said we were staying with Shauna. Which, I guess is kind of the truth." You maneuver the car into a random parking lot with a beach entrance and gesture for Natalie to get out.

The both of you step out of the car, and you move to the trunk to see if you have a blanket or something else to sit on. You find a towel that you're sure has been there since the last time you were at the beach, but it'll work for now. Nat didn't seem to be the picky type, and you didn't much care what you sat on as long as it wasn't sand.

You shut the trunk and begin walking toward the beach, turning around to make sure that Natalie is following you. She is.

It doesn't take long to find a spot in the sand to settle into. The beach is mostly empty, the occasional couple or group of friends scattered across the beach, but none were close enough to bother you. You set the towel down, smoothing it best you can, trying very hard to not let it get sandy.

"Ladies first," you tease, gesturing for Natalie to sit down before plopping down next to her.

She rolls her eyes, but clearly doesn't mind the teasing.

"The beach, huh? This your happy place or somethin'?"

"Happy place is a stretch. That would be a bookstore. But all of those are closed, so this is my second best option. I've just always loved the water. Not that we could swim right now." The words just kind of spill out, and you're surprised at how easy it was to talk to Natalie. Probably because she saved your ass earlier.

"Nerd." It's her turn to tease you now, but her tone is affectionate. This girl is a far cry from the burnout stoner that Jackie is always talking about.

"Oh, whatever."

"You can't even deny it. You're a rule follower, your good-girl act isn't an act, and your happy place is a goddamned bookstore. Nerd."

"Because you're soooooo much cooler than me, with your smoking and your leather jackets." you lean back on the towel, using your elbows to prop you up.

"I didn't say you weren't cool, I said you were a nerd. Don't twist my words." She takes another drag of her cigarette, blowing smoke into the warm night air. She looks captivating, all sharp angles and edges and lines.

"Those two things do tend to go hand in hand, you know."

"Not for you. You're a total nerd, but you're cool. At least I think you are."

You let out a scoff, not knowing whether to take her statement as a compliment, or an insult, or both.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment..?"

She just laughs, looking up to the sky. It's nice with her, you realize. There's no pressure to do or say anything. Normally it's so difficult for you to talk to people, let alone actually make friends. But with Natalie everything came easily.

"Why'd you save my ass earlier?" you ask, finally getting up the courage to ask the question that's been plaguing you since you got in the car with Natalie.

"Looked like you needed it." She shrugs, like it's no big deal. Like Brad couldn't have beaten her ass if he wanted to.

"Yeah, but you barely know me. Most people wouldn't do that for a stranger."

"You're not a stranger. Not exactly. There's also the fact that I don't deal with assholes well."

"I mean, I'm really grateful, don't get me wrong. It was really good of you to do that. Just... surprising, is all."

She's silent for a moment, and you're worried that you might have said something to offend her. Your mind begins reeling, and you backtrack to figure out what it was that you said.

"Jackie been telling you about me?" she asks, and you realize what it really is, why she was really silent.

Now it's your turn to be quiet. You don't know what to say without saying something that could make the situation worse.

"Not... just Jackie. I've noticed you, you know? You don't exactly give the vibe that you'd save a girl you barely know at a party. I know I shouldn't assume based on rumors, or vibes." You hope your explanation doesn't upset her.

"I know what vibe I give off. I get it, I guess."

"You aren't what I expected, though. In a good way." You smile at her. It's true. She's not what everyone thinks she is. And you like it.

"Thanks."

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Two days later, you sat on your bed with Jackie, explaining the whole situation with Brad. She had spent the weekend at Shauna's, and the news of the breakup had barely reached her. Which meant you got to explain. Yipee.

"Yeah, so he was super pushy, which was honestly a bit unexpected. Maybe because I'm so used to just saying yes. Begging me to sleep with him, telling me he "needed it". It was gross, honestly."

"And he'd never been like that with you before?" Jackie's clearly upset, which honestly makes you feel a little bit better.

"Yeah, never," you assure her.

"So then what?"

"Uh, Natalie actually stepped in." You scan your sister's face for a reaction, not exactly knowing what to expect.

"Natalie? Natalie Scatorccio? The same girl who shows up to practice high, or drunk, or both half the time? That Natalie?" Jackie looks completely perplexed, like she could never understand how Natalie was the one that helped you get away from Brad.

"That's the one. Then she and I just... left. The party. We went to the beach. Talked. It was nice." You shrug, not exactly knowing where to go from here. You wanted to defend Natalie, you really did, but with Jackie it was just so... difficult.

"That's... good of her, I guess?"

"She's not what you think she is, you know." You try to sound nonchalant, like your head hasn't been clouded with thoughts of Natalie since the party. You missed her. Of course you did. She was your first shot at a friend in a while.

"I guess she's not."

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"Jesus Christ." You slam your textbook shut, annoyed. Something's been tapping your window for what feels like hours. You get up and walk over to see what it is. You look down, and who do you see but Natalie Scatorccio, literally throwing pebbles at your window.

You slide your window open and hiss down at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting your attention." She smirks up at you, and your annoyance fades, but doesn't disappear.

"It's eleven thirty at night. I'm studying."

"Oh, come on y/n. Live a little. I just want to hang out."

"Natalie."

"Fine, if you really don't want to, I'll go."

"No, fine. Stay there." You quickly close the window and grab your shoes and a jacket. You're grateful that she showed up. You'd been debating talking to her at school, but she had friends. What if your hangout was a one-time thing, and she really didn't like you.

But that was all nullified by the fact that she showed up to your house. That she threw pebbles at your window. That she wanted to talk to you, too.

It was a nice feeling.

As quietly as possible, you snuck out of the house, grateful for both the distance from your parents room to the front door, and their early bedtime. What you were doing could barely be considered sneaking out. It was just leaving the house.

Nat met you in the front of your house, smirk still on her face. Part of you wanted to be annoyed at her, but most of you was excited. You'd never done something like this before.

"You're a bad influence, you know."

"I said you didn't have to come with me." She was right about that. There was no pressure from Natalie for you to leave your house with her.

"Still a bad influence," you say, rolling your eyes. "What are we doing, anyway?"

"Hanging out."

"That's a horrible answer."

"Shut up. I didn't have anything in mind, really. I just wanted to hang out with you again." She shrugs and pulls out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her leather jacket. Soon enough, a cigarette is between her lips, and she's working on lighting it. Which she does, effortlessly.

It's kind of attractive.

Wait, what? Attractive? No. Not attractive. It would be attractive if she were a boy. But she's not. It's just... intriguing.

Yeah. Intriguing.

Your mind is working at a thousand miles a minute, and it must be evident on your face, because Nat gives you a concerned look.

"You good? You're not freaking out because you snuck out, are you? Because we're literally still in your front yard. You've barely even snuck out at this point." She genuinely looks a bit concerned, but she keeps her tone light, trying to keep you from freaking out further.

You snap out of whatever trance you were in and give Natalie a little nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

She nods in acknowledgement, not pressing the issue, which you appreciate. You don't want to lie, but you're not sure you want to tell her that you maybe find her attractive.

But you don't, right?

"Seriously, what are we doing? Nothing's even open right now."

"We could go to a gas station," she says, offhandedly, and you let out a little laugh.

"A gas station? You have me sneak out of my house so we can what? Get midnight Slurpees?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

She had you there. You didn't have any better ideas. In fact, a midnight Slurpee actually sounded pretty good.

"Fine."

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A ten minute walk later, and the two of you stood within the fluorescent lighting of the local seven-eleven. Natalie was already making the most horrendous Slurpee combination known to man, and you were debating on what to get. As usual.

"Y/n, are you just going to stand there the rest of the night?" She asks, taking a drink of her concoction.

"I'm thinking. Also, that's an abomination." Her drink was truly disgusting. She had mixed every flavor possible, and none of them went together. It honestly almost made you gag.

She just grinned at you, and you couldn't help but smile back. Even if she should never be able to drink a Slurpee again.

Finally, you decided on what you wanted. Plain cherry. Why it took you so long to decide, you had no idea. It was the same flavor you'd been getting practically your entire life.

"You're boring as shit, y/n," She teases, and you shoot her a glare.

"At least I'm not drinking whatever the fuck that is." You finish filling your cup, and nudge her shoulder as you walk to the cash register to pay.

"Here." You turn to Nat and take her cup from her, giving it to the middle-aged woman at the register.

"I can pay for my own, you know." She sounds a little pissed off, and you can't tell why.

Oh, shit. Because she didn't have a lot of money. She must have thought you were pitying her. Which, you weren't. But she had no way of knowing that.

"Yeah, but you're my friend. I'm going to treat you. But if it makes you feel better, you can get it next time," your tone is teasing, and you try to lighten the mood a little bit.

"Fine." Her voice softened, and you mentally patted yourself on the back.

You grab your cups from the cashier, and hand Natalie hers before walking out of the store.

"Where to next?" She asks, following your lead.

"I think there's a park nearby."

She nods, and you begin making your way to the park. You hadn't been there in years, but the thought of going there now exhilarated you.

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence to the playground, which was completely empty due to how late it was. No kids would be there this time.

"Swings?" You ask, looking at Natalie for confirmation. She nods, and you make your way to the old swing set.

"I'm glad you came over. I'm glad we're doing this," you blurt out, not really meaning to. You didn't really want to sound desperate for friends or anything. But it was nice.

"I didn't know if you'd even come outside. Not to mention that I was terrified that I was throwing rocks at your parents window, or worse, Jackie's."

"I normally wouldn't have. But I've been hoping to hang out again since Friday."

"Thinking about me, huh?" she's teasing, you know she doesn't mean it in the way it sounds. But you flush red anyways, and hope she doesn't see.

"All the time," you quip back, matching her energy. She laughs, and butterflies explode in your stomach.

Fuck.

Were you falling for Natalie Scatorccio?

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It's been two weeks of hanging out with Natalie, and it's only solidified your feelings for her. Which was freaking you out. You'd never felt this way about a girl before, and it was even more insane because it was Natalie.

You groaned and buried your head into your pillow. Why were you like this? You'd never felt like this about anyone, not even Brad. Why did she draw you in so quickly and easily?

"Y/n, do you have my-" Jackie suddenly stops talking, seeing your state. You're obviously distressed, and she immediately makes her way over to your bed. She sits down and rests a hand on your leg.

"Are you okay?" She asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just going through a lot." You roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

"You upset about Brad?"

You nod, even though you know it's not the truth. You haven't even thought about him since the breakup, but Jackie doesn't need to know that. It's not that Jackie wouldn't be okay with you liking a girl. She probably would be. You'd had suspicions about her and Shauna for a while. It's the fact that you like Natalie that she wouldn't be okay with. She was barely okay with the two of you being friends.

"I get it. Let me know if you want to talk about it, okay?" She genuinely looks like she wants to help, and you smile in return.

"I'm okay, thanks. Just a lot on my mind, you know?"

She hums and pats your leg before standing up and leaving your bedroom, again leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It's times like these when you really wished you had close friends. You couldn't talk to Jackie about it because it's about Natalie, and you couldn't talk to Natalie. For obvious reasons.

So you turn to the only thing that won't judge you. Your journal.

April 9, 1996

Shit. I think I like a girl. Well, I know I like a girl. What does that mean for me? Should I tell her? What if she doesn't like me? What if she tells everyone and thinks I'm a freak? Not that I think Natalie would do that. She seems okay with gay people. But what if?

Not to mention that it's Natalie. No fucking way. My parents would freak. Not even just because of the whole "being with a girl" thing. But because Natalie is the opposite of everything they want for me.

There's just something about her, though. That makes me not care. About my parents, about Jackie, about anyone. She's just so her. She makes me want to be someone different. Someone interesting More myself, honestly.

You finish writing and shut the book, sticking it back in the hiding place under your mattress. Stereotypical, you know, but you weren't worried about anyone reading it. Your parents were decent about privacy, and Jackie just wouldn't do that to you.

"Y/n! Someone's here for you!" Your mom yells up the stairs, and you peek your head out the doorway of your bedroom and look down the stairs. In the doorway stands Natalie, cigarette in hand. You immediately walk down the stairs and practically drag her to your room.

"Jesus, Nat. You could warn a girl." You're not mad, exactly, but you hadn't exactly warned your parents about Natalie's look. Or her smoking habit. You didn't plan on telling them about the smoking at all, actually. Or the drugs. Or the alcohol.

"You mad I showed up to see you?" She genuinely looks hurt, and you backtrack a little.

"No. It's just that my parents..."

"Oh, so you're scared of what your parents would think of their perfect daughter hanging out with a drug addicted burnout like me?" She's clearly angry now, and you curse yourself.

"Nat, come on."

"Fuck off, y/n. You don't have to talk to me, you know."

"I want to talk to you! I like being your friend! My parents just have certain expectations for me, okay? For both of us. I just don't need a lecture or for them to tell me I'm not allowed to see you anymore." You hope your explanation makes Natalie understand.

She softens, and it's clear your words have gotten through to her.

"I don't want to feel like you're ashamed to be friends with me because I'm not what mommy and daddy wanted."

"I'm not, I swear. I really, really like being around you. So I don't need my parents deciding they hate you from the jump."

She smiles when you say that you like being around her, and your heart jumps. God, what was this girl doing to you?

"Alright, I get it. I won't smoke around your parents, 'kay?"

"Thank you."

"I actually came over to ask you if you were going to go to that party on Friday? Lottie's hosting." You're surprised at her words. She came all the way over to your house just to ask if you were going to a party? Odd.

"Uh, yeah, I heard about it. I didn't think about going, though. No reason to, without Brad dragging me there."

"Not a party person?"

"Not particularly, no."

"Would you go if I promised to hang out with you?" She's teasing you and you know it, yet her question somehow sounds genuine.

"I'll think about it," you say, already knowing your answer. She had you wrapped around your finger. You'd do just about anything if Natalie was there with you.

"That's a yes, right?"

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A few days later, and you found yourself in front of your vanity mirror, attempting to get your hair to look right. It's not that it looked bad... it looked normal. But you wanted it to look good.

For Natalie

No, fuck. Not for Natalie. For yourself.

And maybe for Natalie.

You gave up on your hair and went to touch up your makeup. Nothing much, some highlighter. Eyeliner. Mascara. Minimal. You, but different.

Finally, you're ready to go. You don't look perfect, but who cared about that? It was a high school party. No one looked perfect. You were teenagers, for fuck's sake.

"Jackie! Are you ready?" You stepped into the hallway. It was finally your turn to get back at Jackie for all the years she had spent yelling at you to hurry up.

"Christ, y/n. What's your deal?" She walks into the hall, somehow looking better than you could even fathom. How she managed to do that, you had no idea. Honestly, it was impressive.

"Nothing. I just want to leave." You shrug, feigning nonchalance. You don't really want to explain to Jackie why you're so hard pressed to go to this party.

"Whatever. Let's go, then."

With that, she's off down the hall, expecting you to follow her. And of course, you do.

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You couldn't find Natalie anywhere at the party. You'd searched every room, and you were starting to get upset. Why would she ditch you? You thought she was really your friend. Was this some sort of really fucked up prank?

Taking a deep breath, you tried to rationalize it. Natalie could be mean, sure. But never intentionally cruel, not like this. She was probably just running late. Or didn't think you'd get there as early as you did.

You stood at the edge of the kitchen, being a wallflower, as usual. It was kind of interesting to watch the party go on. Everyone talking and laughing and drinking. If nothing else, you were at least entertained.

Suddenly, someone walked up behind you and tapped on your shoulder. You turned around excitedly, assuming it was Natalie.

It wasn't.

Behind you stood Brad. He looked the same, which, why wouldn't he? It had only been a few weeks since the breakup.

"Hey, y/n. I was hoping to talk to you. About us." He looked almost hopeful, and you found it gross.

"There's no us anymore. You tried to pressure me into having sex with you. That isn't good boyfriend behavior," You say, turning away from him again and starting to walk away.

Brad reached out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. When you turned around to confront him and tell him to let you go, he leaned in and kissed you. Hard

For a moment, you didn't know what to do. You weren't expecting him to kiss you. But then you came to your senses and pushed him away. Just as hard as he had kissed you.

"Fuck you. That's fucking disgusting." This time, when you turned to walk away, he left you alone. You made your way out of the kitchen and into Lottie's giant living room, where you finally found Nat.

When you saw her, you smiled and started making your way over to her, but she just glared and turned away. Once you walked over to where she was standing with Kevyn, she didn't even glance in your direction.

"Nat, hey," you said, a bit confused. You didn't know why she was acting the way that she was.

She didn't respond and just kept talking to Kevyn, like you weren't even there. Like you didn't exist at all.

"Hey, what's going on right now?"

"Nothing. It just looks like you found better company than me." Her tone is cold, and you start to get a little upset with her.

"What's that supposed to mean, Natalie?"

With this, Kevyn decided it was time for him to walk away. Neither you nor Natalie stopped him.

"It means you found someone you'd rather be here with."

"I've been standing at this godforsaken party alone, waiting for you, and you think I've found someone else to hang out with?" Your voice is rising, and you're sure other people are watching you.

"I think you're more than hanging out with him."

With that, you grab Natalie's wrist and drag her outside of the party, not wanting any more attention on you.

"What the fuck is your problem? You show up late, you don't come find me, and when I do see you you're cryptic as fuck!" You're seething, and all you want is to know what Natalie's issue is.

"Oh, what's my problem? Maybe that you were kissing the guy who practically assaulted you a month ago! Not to mention that you were supposed to be here with me!"

"That's what this is about? I don't like him, Natalie! If you had asked instead of assuming, you'd know that! I am here with you! You're the only fucking person I want to be around, don't you get that?" That last part just slipped out, and you clap your hands over your mouth.

Natalie looks at you for a moment, shocked, but she quickly recovers. Her face is guarded again, and you can't tell how she's going to react to what you just said. You don't even know if she guessed the true meaning of your words.

"Why were you kissing him, then?" Her voice is still hard, but it's lost some of the anger within it from before.

"He kissed me. I didn't want him to. He's not who I want to be with."

"Shit."

"That's all you have to say right now? Shit? I go to a party I didn't even want to be at because you asked me to, I get kissed by my ex and the one person I know would understand gets weirdly jealous and asshole-y about it! And then I all but tell you I want to be with you and you say is shit?" You're fuming now. You've never done anything like this before. You've always been sweet and shy and non-confrontational.

"Jesus Christ, y/n!"

That's when she does it. She walks over to you and more gently than you thought possible from her, she cups your face and kisses you. It's soft, surprisingly, but there's an underlying desperation to it that makes you go insane for her.

You pull away after a moment, and you can't help but stare at her. You can't come up with a single word to say after that kiss. It was everything you'd been wanting, no, craving for weeks.

"Does that give you an answer?"

"I think so. I might need another, just to be sure, though."

She gladly kisses you again, and you practically melt. This time, the desperation is a bit clearer. It's turned from soft lips to tongues and teeth in an instant, and you have to remind yourself that you're in public.

"We should head back to my house."

"Good idea."

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The next afternoon, you're sitting on your bed, journaling. Natalie had left that morning, before both your parents and Jackie had gotten up. You didn't ask her to leave, but she promised to see you at some point this weekend.

April 12, 1996

Holy shit, she kissed me. She kissed me. I didn't even know she liked girls, let alone me. I think we're together now? I mean, we didn't like talk about it. But she promised me she'd see me later.

I don't know how I'm going to tell Jackie. Or my parents. Jackie might be okay with me liking a girl, but she'd hate that I like Natalie of all people. I have no idea how I'm going to tell her.

It's fine, I don't have to tell anyone, right? I'm sure Nat would be okay with it. Maybe she doesn't want it public either.

I'm trying really hard not to worry about this. Really fucking hard. It's just so new. I've never done anything like this before.

With that, you take a deep breath and close the book, putting it away in the usual spot. There was no point in worrying anymore. There was nothing you could do until you talked to Natalie about your plans.

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Monday morning, Natalie stood by your locker, smiling, really smiling at you. You can't help but smile back. She was your girlfriend, like, officially. She called you yesterday, two days after your kiss, and the both of you went out. It wasn't a fancy date, just sitting with her as she smoked. But you talked, and you kissed, and you made everything official.

It wasn't like you were screaming that you were together from the rooftops. Wiskayok was still relatively conservative. And neither of you were out as anything. But Natalie planned on telling Kevyn and Van, while you were working up the courage to tell Jackie.

"Hey. You're going to Calc, right? I'm headed in that direction."

"Yeah, I am." You couldn't help but smile wider. Your girlfriend was walking you to class.

"Cool."

She starts off, and you fall into step next to her. It was such an insignificant moment to most, but it showed she cared about you.

"See you after practice?" She asks, feigning nonchalance.

"Yeah, I'm taking Jackie home. I'll make sure to stop by." You give her a quick smile and make sure to brush her arm before walking into class.

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A month of dates with Natalie had passed, and you were sure you were in love. She was still a snarky mess, but she also had the kindest soul you'd ever seen. Always checking on you, listening to you talk about anything and everything.

The only issue was Jackie. And the fact that you hadn't told her yet. She was acting a little weird to you, and you thought she suspected you were dating someone new. But she was letting you tell her when you were ready, which you appreciated.

You stood at your car, waiting for Jackie to take the both of you home when you heard it. Jackie, and Natalie. Arguing. About something.

Feeling a bit nosy, you walked towards the noise, listening in. It wasn't hard. They were being very, very loud.

"Why wouldn't you tell me that your latest hookup was my sister?" When you heard Jackie, your heart started pounding. How could she know?

"Hookup? You think we're just hooking up?"

"Isn't that all you do? Fuck?"

You wince at that, and almost say something to signal that you're standing there.

"Fuck off, Jackie. What me and y/n do in our spare time is actually none of your concern. And just so you know, she's not just a hookup. I really like her. Like, more than anyone else I've ever been with. And if you had let her tell you that instead of jumping to conclusions, you'd know that." Nat stormed off in your direction, and stopped as soon as she saw you.

"Shit. Did you hear all that?"

"Yeah. Give me a second. I have to talk to Jackie." You walk towards your sister, pissed.

"Jackie, what the hell? How did you know Nat and I were together? And who said we were just hooking up? Why would you assume that? Jesus Christ."

"Y/n, I just thought, because she only does hookups, that you were a casual thing! I didn't want you hurt!" She's trying so hard to make this okay, make you not mad at her. It isn't working.

"How'd you even find out?"

"Your journal." She sounds sheepish, and you only get angrier at this.

"You read my fucking journal?"

"You just seemed off! I wanted to make sure you were okay!" She's defensive, but there's a bit of an apology in her voice.

"Not an excuse, Jackie. I like Natalie, okay? And she made it clear how she feels about me. So fuck off." You knew that you still had to take Jackie home, but you didn't care.

Natalie still stood there, seemingly a bit hurt by what Jackie had said, but she was clearly happy with how you reacted.

"Can you take me home? I don't feel like dealing with Jackie right now," you ask, intertwining your fingers.

"After that shit show? Absolutely." She leads you to where her beat up old car was parked, and you sat yourself in the front seat.

"I'm sorry, about Jackie. She's normally not that insane."

"Not your fault. And I got to hear about how much you love me, so it's a win, honestly." She smirks at you from the drivers seat as she pulls out of the parking lot, and you squeezer her hand.

"Yeah well, I got to hear the same from you."

"It's just the truth."

"It'd better be."

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Glitching issue

So I was getting distracted again. I heard Masochism Tango and Stalker's Tango, wanted a yandere playlist with intense ballroom songs, that types of thing.

And then I thought of another story idea for my current hyperfixation: DCxDP

One of my favorite ships in that fandom is Dead Tired/Brain Dead, cause I love them... so much...

Anyway-

With the context of the yandere ballroom playlist, you should know where I'm going. And I read a few fics/prompts/whatever else you'd call them where it portrays a normally pretty toxic relationship but they're actually in a really healthy relationship.

There was one about mutual stalking, another with kidnapping shenanigans, one that mentioned attempted deprogramming- you get it. (don't ask me for them, I don't know what they're called and there's too much to sift through to find them, very sorry, do feel free to reblog/comment the authors of them or ones that hold some relevance)

But yeah, now I'm making a fic with a playlist as storyline inspiration. Idk the layout yet.

1 Long Chapter : 1 Song

or

Story Arc (probably short) : 1 Song

Always a 1:1 ratio, maybe a special 2 songs here and there? Not sure.

But so far!!! I have the usual: Masochism Tango and Stalker's Tango.

Got the Cell Block Tango ready. El Tango de Roxanne will be there too. I got some waltzes and looking into other types of rhythms like them. Tango, Waltz, thinking about Salsa and Swing, got a few others too

Looking into some less yandere themed songs since I can't solely do it on yandere themes. I want it to be drama filled but with some healthy doses of attraction, y'know?

Yeah, that whole thing is going on a headcannon and an idea.

Ghosts feel things more strongly, so some unhealthy things to humans are meh or minimum level things to ghosts. Because of this, Danny's a bit unhealthy in what he considers love (his vigilante life didn't help with that, especially with Vlad), but his human side keeps it more on the downlow

There's a different species of beings that are immortal in a way: The Undying. Life loves them or they're obsessed with Life. Tim is one of the only true Undying. They're as rare as true Halfas.

So... yeah. Love this little idea. Been working on it for a few hours now. And I need help. Song recommendations mostly, storyline ideas are welcome.

I'll be posting a playlist once I get it all sorted out, chronologically, and the outline of the story put up. The summary will be a genuine summary and not just some background info or a quick sentence like I usually do.

But I want a happy ending. No bittersweet, no hurt/barely any or no comfort, no fully angst-

I need some kind of betrayal for someone to go to jail TvT

Will it be Tim or Danny? Who fits best as a viewer for Cell Block Tango, just casually listening to people talk about killing (and that one framed murder).

Who's the one that lives off the thrill of getting hurt (I'm thinking more of the bdsm way, but also the "I'll only let you hurt me" type of way too? Doesn't have to be physical or verbal or even intentional... I'm making this sound worse-)

I got this one part for the Roxanne one

The yandere is "cheating", no idea if it's fake or a previous relationship, or whatever. still under planning for that.

And the "victim" is the one who's begging the yandere to not deceive them. Maybe they've been lied to a bunch of times, maybe they really don't want false hope, maybe they're fine with an open relationship as long as the yandere doesn't leave- idk, but the "victim" is the one who's pulling the strings during then.

I'm trying to think of who's the other person, the yandere, and the "victim". Who's who? Not sure. And how does it fit with the rest of the songs too... Ugh, I really should just do oneshots T^T But I can't at the moment, not with the ideas-

So yeah

Ideas? Song recommendations? Character ideas? Scene prompts????

Please?

Oh, and this post is named glitching because it broke my fucking computer. I don't have a mouse anymore. Luckily, it's touchscreen and the keyboard still works. Still annoying though

[mintedwitcher]

im sure im not the first one to say it but i kinda hate the fact that the whole "bucktommys hate eddie!!!" thing took off at whatever point. bc like... admittedly, i don't like eddie NOW. but when i first got into the show (which admittedly it hasnt even been a year yet lmao admittedly a bucktommy clip popped up on my dash and i found them cute so i decided to watch the show from the beginning), i enjoyed him. i thought rg is good with comedy, and while i liked eddie, he just wasn't my favorite by any means and that was fine! i didn't really have any character that i disliked for the most part (even the antagonistic characters like doug and jonah were both in the ballpark of 'i love you because you're absolutely terrible and not being painted as anything other than that, i <3 drama and conflict' kinda like loving villains for being villains rather than woobifying em as a wittle misunderstood guy) aside from maybe one, and its heavily dependent on what season i'm watching.

but like idk. i think the end of s8 just ruined eddie for me, especially with the bts stuff and the fact that ppl have (imo) rightfully called out the fact that eddie's anger tends to just kinda get swept under the rug a lot by the show itself. fans excusing shitty behavior is normal fandom bullshit, nothing new, but idk it just feels like the show brushes it off and then has eddie rarely address his problems, at least not fully considering the whole "i gotta go be a dad to chris again" thing didn't even touch on the reason why christopher went to texas to begin with. he went from "guy who i was excited to hopefully see growth from!!!" to feeling stupid for hoping that eddie would take accountability for the kim stuff and apologize to his son.

but like. i never hated eddie before all of it. like i said, he just wasn't my favorite, and i just liked the way tommy and buck mesh together to the point where if they decide they want a new love interest for buck that they're gonna have to try really fucking hard to make someone better than tommy. hell, i liked all of buck's love interests even if i didn't really see any of them as endgame. i liked ana and marisol! i was pissed actually that eddie fumbled marisol so hard because she was cute and fun and i think she could have had so much more done with her!!! im not touching on shannon btw she's dead so there's no real point in bringing her (or kim) up imo.

is there no non-main woman safe from tim minear's writing (and thats being polite because (looks at henren mom problems) (looks at henren 'work-life balance' problems) (looks at the fact it kinda feels like maddie is reduced just down to 911 operator and milf just one chance maddie (and also chim) please /lh mom)) /j

idk it just sucks to get all the "why do you even like tommy he's barely on screen" bc the time hes "barely on screen" is more compelling to me than whats mostly on screen sometimes. i got attached to a background character with three lines who was only in ONE season of his show lmao like sometimes... whats not canon can be more compelling than whats canon if the writers fumble canon enough times. and for me, the writers have fumbled eddie one too many times :/ the grab + flinch "you make everything about yourself" bullshit was just the final straw for me and made me turn on a character i'd been neutral toward

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no words nonnie, you said everything that needed to be said here.