#just one breakdown after the other. all day

[elliesspacewalker]

can you write some sfw trans ellie headcannons?? :) just stuff about her trans identity and discovery

Warnings: transgender!ellie, weed and alcohol usage, slightly depressing but not too sad, Ellie is a silly girl in this :3

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Trans!Ellie who came out to everybody and was surprised by their reactions, she was expecting more tears and possible rejection but that didn't happen, of course it wouldn't happen, Ellie was only surrounded by people who genuinely love her.

Trans!Ellie who started going to therapy to understand herself better, she had a lovely therapist called Rita.

"okay so, I came out to everyone! It was NOT the responses I was expecting" she says excitedly "were they bad or-?"

"No, it was amazing they all thought of me the exact same and I genuinely feel so... Happy? Different? I thought they would feel differently of me"

Trans!Ellie who's mental health got 30x better than before, she was happier, you'd see her more often, she'd hang out with you, Jesse and Dina more often and would actually enjoy herself.

Trans!Ellie who has defiantly had a few mental breakdowns about being trans and just in general having a hard time, even with therapy because that's just how it was sometimes, you'd hug her from behind as she sobs into your arm.

"Sometimes I just forget you don't care and that you don't see me any different" she sobs and you chuckle, slowly massaging her scalp and just letting her cry it all out and immediately after she'd feel embarrassed

"bro, it's okay, we all have our bad days- now shut the fuck up and listen" she shuts up and looks at you with a smile on her face "let's go get maccas, get stoned and play video games" she agrees fast

Trans!Ellie who is stoned off her tits and playing video games with you, before saying some of the most unhinged shit while playing the last of us "if Arthur was real.... Ohhh man" you chuckle out a 'what?'

"If he was real, I'd let him do me, I mean I'm lesbian but I don't care something about him" you laugh out loud, trying to contain yourself "ellie what the fuck?" she looks at you with red tinted eyes and laughs with you.

Trans!Ellie who goes to a party with you and her other friends, and gets a little bit too drunk and just starts yapping about the most random shit

"you wanna know how I found out I was trans?" she mumbles into your shoulder as Jesse drives Ellie and the rest of you guys home, you hum at her "drugs" Dina laughs so hard she thinks she pissed herself, "Oh babe, you're fucking funny" Dina chokes out between laughs

"you didn't think of me differently? I love you for that!" her voice is slurred and you massage her scalp as she laughs, "idiot" you mumble.

Trans!Ellie who was at a family event one time and announces to everybody in her family that she is trans and everyone congratulated her, hell, even Seth did.

"i'm glad you came out kiddo" tommy says, patting her shoulder.

a/n: SORRY IT IS SHORT!

[leggerefiore]

really funny scenerio of reader whos dating cyrus getting isekai'ed and trying to not catch any feelings for cyllene because she reminds them so much of him. Reader trying to explain this to him later after getting back "I'm sorry but she was so much like you but she also had a sword"

uhh, this ended really long and heavy whoops

cw: jealousy, fluff, complicated relationships, time travelling,

pairing: Cyrus/Reader, Cyllene/Reader

Hisui had been a harrowing experience. You had not thought yourself particularly spoiled within the confines of the modern day… Though, perhaps, you should have realised that having a company president for a boyfriend whose main interest for you was keeping you pleased and at his side while not looking too much into his plans was not exactly a common thing. Sure, he would buy whatever you requested with little question, but… Well, you had not always been like that. The comfort of it was recognised and appreciated. Though, Hisui did not even compare to your life before settling into that comfort.

Life was a fleeting thing in Hisui. Modern medicine was on the precipice of its birth, but infections still were a terrifying killer for any serious injury. Pokemon were more violent and untamed. Cities were a dream of the future and barely a thing within the sparkling northern island. The bustling Jubilife of your era was now reduced to its delicate infancy. Traditional style buildings liked the streets, walls surrounded the city to keep out dangerous wild pokemon, people were flooding in from various other regions to the allure of a new life. A new life that may have called for them – Yours did not call for you.

But, you found a strange comfort in the daily struggle to survive. A strange comfort that you felt your stomach twist at the thought of sometimes. Your captain – Oh, how you had burst into tears nearly at the sight of her. Her beauty may have certainly been subjective, but so had Cyrus's own. You had managed to stop yourself then, processing this situation oddly. Her harsh words struck reality back, too. Many might have been hurt – angry, perhaps — at her manner of speaking. But… It was a familiarity. You knew how to read between the lines of that manner of speaking.

Most of your interactions with her were purely professional within the ranking of yourself as her underling, but her praise always seemed to go right to your heart. You were lonely. Dreadfully so. In Sinnoh, you had friends. Even with your difficult situation with Cyrus, you were never alone. Cynthia certainly seemed to make it her responsibility to monitor over you, so she never truly allowed room for you to linger alone. Now, however, you felt completely isolated. Othered, even. The villagers treated you like an oddity, and other members of the Galaxy Team made their distrust apparent. Harsh walls were built all around you. The cushy life you had known felt more apparent as you wept in the quiet of your quarters.

Perhaps… That was what led to you to tear up in front of Cyllene, too. A thinly veiled threat. Everything was dangled in front of you. Cyrus never did that to you. The stark contrast snapped your emotional control for a moment and brought you on the verge of a breakdown. Your lowered head prevented you from seeing the slight shift of expression that Cyllene had held. The next time you encountered her to review the pokedex, she seemed oddly softer. Her praise came through clearly, and for a moment, her hand even lingered near yours when you went to grab the research back.

Everything had seemed relatively peaceful as you completed your assigned tasks and the extra ones related to the nobles. Life almost had a rhythm to it. One that you treaded carefully – one that broke just when you believed it was all over. Kamado's orders were harsh and callous. The only kindness shown was leaving you to the whims of nature rather than the punishment of law. Cyllene even seemed to tense up at his words. Her eyes… The way her pupils shrunk while her face did not shift. Distress. You knew it all too well. Your first instinct was to reach a hand to ground her in reality, but you stopped yourself. She was not Cyrus. This was not Sinnoh.

She led you out from the village with the professor and your fellow Survey Corps member in tow. For a moment, however, she dismissed both them and the Security Corps member that had followed. A firm hand came to your shoulder instead. Her genuine words made your heart race. Then, her grip tightened. “… When… This is over, I would like to speak to you privately,” her voice was trained, careful. Your heart raced. Privately… The pang of feeling those words drew out…

When the madness came to an end, a festival followed. Somehow, you ended up alone with Cyllene in a mostly deserted part of the village. The quietness of the air was consuming. Her hand suddenly grabbed your own. The piercing blue eyes met your own. “… You stare at me with such desperation,” her words completely caught you off-guard, “I must remind you of someone, do I not? You seem utterly infatuated… It is unfair.”

Your attempts to explain would be seen as madness. Yes, Captain Cyllene, whenever I look at you, I think of your descendant from far into the future and how much I love him and how similar you are to him and how desperate I am for any form of known comfort here. You swallowed and shook your head. Her eyes closed. “Even so… I am not a fool,” she stepped closer to you, bringing a scarred hand to hold your cheek, “Please, even for just a moment, let us have each other.” You felt shocked by her proclamation. Protests were silenced when her arms came around you. For just a moment… She said for just a moment. Cyrus was so far away… You might not ever return back to Sinnoh. This may be your permanent place in the world.

For just a moment, you dropped your barriers as she did.

~

This world seemed keen to mock you, however. Volo came spouting information about a certain pokemon. Orders to collect information followed. While you had thought the blond trustworthy enough, you felt your guard on high alert even still. Cynthia had a certain ruthlessness to her… You could see a plain resemblance between the two. Whatever Volo was seeking, you could only hope his goals were something genuine.

They had not been, but you received a great power from his aid. Arceus. The being who had brought you here… And the being that would return you back from whence you came. The pokedex was completed – as were your tasks from both it and your captain. You knew that the sands of time that previously seemed impossible to work through were now pushing you away from where it previously trapped you. Staying in Hisui... You could… You had a place here now. Hailed as a hero among the very people who had accused you of trying to bring about their end. Sinnoh, however… Sinnoh called to you. The comfort of the modern era, your cushy, comfortable life called to you.

Your farewells were to a small group personally. The clan leaders, the professor, your fellow Survey Corps member… Even Kamado. The most personal, however, had been Cyllene. The captain met you at the Temple of Sinnoh. She stood firm – posture stained and perfect. You knew your time with her would never be permanent… It seemed she was aware, too. You loved her descendant, and… Well, you knew that you were not to be anywhere in Cyrus's family history. She had pressure on her shoulders to conform to greater society, as well. You wished that you could take her with you, to free her of her bindings. She would never agree, though. It was not her nature.

“… May I ask you one favour,” Cyllene spoke clearly. You listened to her carefully. “That person – The one you saw in me – Who are they?” You froze. A truthful answer left your lips. Lying was pointless at this time. Her eyes closed. A genuine laugh left her. Suddenly, the weight was gone from her. A smile was on her face. “I see… My descendant…” her voice sounded so different from the usual one that gave you orders. The face of Cyllene reserved for those closest to her. You had earned that place. “Take care of them,” she demanded, “… And, this may sound strange, but can I request that you take them to Hoenn? Specifically…” She gave a location that you quickly scribbled on your hand. Arceus let out a cry. Hurry it up, you supposed.

She stepped forward once more and embraced you. A kiss was softly pressed to your lips. Worries for judgment were useless in such an isolated location. Her hand lingered over yours for a moment. She backed away. “… Goodbye,” her head lowered, “I will remember you always.”

You bid your own parting.

Then left the lands of Hisui for good.

~

Sinnoh was as it always was. Except you were reported missing, and those around and dear to you were subsequently panicking when you simply walked in your apartment door with no explanation. None more so than Cyrus himself, who had been sitting in said apartment. He was a complete mess. You were shocked to see him without a proper shave and the apartment genuinely a mess. He was shocked that you were alive and seemingly unharmed.

A mess followed. Police questioning, Cyrus demanding to know what actually happened to you, Cynthia's presence making you feel like you were about to have Giratina sent to attack you once again. You were happy to explain that, simply, you had no recollection. There was no way anyone would believe your story. Even if you tried to use the photos of you preserved within a museum in Jubilife city, it simply was too illogical. The isolation you felt crept back in.

Yet, before you could fall too much, a hand reached out to grab you from darkening thoughts. A firm hand. A known hand. Familiar piercing eyes. Cyrus demanded to know. He brought out some old preserved family pictures, even. You gasped. An image that you and Cyllene had taken together. You almost felt tears burn your eyes. That had not been so long for you, yet… The truth was that this was an antique heirloom. You blurted out your story to him, losing any and every filter you had. Some moments made his face fall into something terrifying, while others almost brought a particular smugness to him. Particularly, those involving Volo... Though, you had him baffled when you spoke of his ancestor. So brightly and positively… Your entire self lit up.

Cyrus almost recognised that expression. He had seen it many times himself. Something inside him felt bitter jealousy sting. That fondness… That affection… He believed it was solely for him. Even glancing at the photo that you still held, he felt petty. You two were clearly far too close. Cyllene stood over you as you sat on a chair. The casual clothing reflected familiarity. His gaze met yours. Everything described was clearly the truth. You noticed his mood change. Suddenly, it hit you. At the time, you had felt uncertain if you would ever return back to here. Being with Cyllene had been easy. You were not in Hisui any more, had a very real and lengthy relationship with the man before you. The thought of him suddenly gushing about someone else to you in such a manner would sting.

“… She… She was like you,” you finally finished off everything, “Her beliefs, her attitude, her kindness… All of it was like you. I was alone, and she was the only familiar person around. In my worst moments, she still supported me… And… And well… She was kind of… er, hot when she showed off her sword.”

Cyrus's expression was fully masked. He only blinked.

“… Is that so?” the reply clearly reflected his inability to respond. You covered up your face. What had you done? He shifted his position closer to you. His hands grasped your own and revealed your gaze to him. “I did kendo during my youth,” he said, with almost a hint of pride. You fought back your laugh.

“You hated it.”

“I am competent with a sword.”

“You'll be out of practise. It's been over a decade.”

His eyes closed. You rested your forehead to his. Comfort… You had really been back into a comfortable life. There was no more harsh, dangerous work to survive… No more harsh glares and accusations levied at you. Cyllene… She had let you go with the knowledge that happiness waited for you here. Her final act of kindness had been setting you free and bidding you a farewell. You grasped his hands tightly. Cyrus… You had missed him dearly. They were similar, yet not the same.

“Hey, how do you feel about a trip to Hoenn?” you asked him.

“So soon? You should readjust to being here first… I have scheduled you a doctor's appointment as well,” Cyrus argued. His voice left little room for argument. You were not giving in, however.

“If I'm cleared, then we go,” you demanded, “I made a promise to her. She wanted you to go to Hoenn.”

“… If you get cleared, then sure,” he relented, seeing the passion burning in your eyes.

~

You were cleared.

Cyrus found Hoenn to have entirely too much water, alas, but enjoyed the hot springs in Lavaridge enough.

The location Cyllene asked specifically for was the sight of a long-destroyed village. You could only wonder what she wanted to show you by going here.

[simplydannie]

During the times Veneer freed Floyd only for Floyd to run straight back to him, did Floyd find Veneer having a breakdown after receiving one too many beatings from one of the Mistress' goons?

Oh he definitely did! And this was right after the Bergens REALLY let Veneer have it.

Floyd was set free… again.

The little Troll was half way out when a burning sensation tugged at his heart…Veneer. This was the third time, and always, Floyd managed to go back. He could leave them at the hands of that evil woman, he almost did once… he couldn’t do it again.

With a heavy sigh, Floyd turned back around and headed back straight to Veneer.

Veneer had been beaten up before. It was nothing new. If it was bullies at school, it was the thugs of the under city that would completely pound him. They’d always assume he was weak, but he never fought back, especially now, because he knew his sisters life was on the line.

The Bergens left him on the floor, blood coming from his nose and mouth, his eye swelling up in pain. He looked towards the doorway as Velvet watched him, a frown on her face, crossed arms, she avoided his gaze.

“I had to let him go. It was the right thing to do.” He told her. She didn’t answer for a moment. “Please say something?”

“…. You ruined it…. You ruined it again.” Was all she said before walking away. Lump formed in his throat. Tears began to form but stung his bruised eyes. Veneer tried to stand and follow after her, but he was to weak this time. The Bergens really did a number. All he could do was crawl. Veneer crawled to the bathroom. Using the sink, he lifted himself to take a look in the mirror…. His face was bruised, his needles shut, blood staining his face… how could he keep on doing this?

The tears escaped him as he allowed himself to fall back to the ground, hugging his knees… he wanted somebody, he wanted Velvet, his parents, he wanted to Floyd… he wanted to be comforted. He just couldn’t take it anymore, his body couldn’t take it anymore, he physically and mentally couldn’t take it anymore. And it’s as if Velvet wasn’t even there. She let them beat him, she’d only stare with distant eyes, a pink hue always glowing….what happened to her? Sometimes he would look at her and it’s as if she wasn’t even there, as if something had replaced her. Was he like that sometimes? Is that what happened when he lost control that one day and captured Floyd? So many questions and thoughts swirled his head….He was just so tired. Veneer lay on the floor hugging himself tightly, he body shaking from the cold, pain, and tears that escaped him.

Floyd made his way through the vents of the facility. Perhaps he convince Veneer this time to leave with him, but it would be hard. He’d never leave without Velvet. Something changed in her…something eating from the inside out. He’d see it in Veneer sometimes, but he wasn’t to far gone….

He could hear screams and shouts through the air vents: The Mistress. She was angry, “Did you give him pain? Did you beat him senseless?” She shouted to her Bergens.

“Yes m’am.”

“Killed him. You should’ve just killed him! I am tired of this! He’s let the damn Troll out once to many times!” She sat her desk staring at the wall, “They ask me if it was a good idea bringing those two in. But so far, they’ve been the only ones to withstand the Troll poison and its effect…”

Floyd crept closer as he heard the mention of the twins, his ears perked up to catch every word.

“Other candidates are probably stronger Mistress.” Gruff commented.

“No..No the other’s have tested candidate after candidate. These two…they are definitely something. One is for them to survive so long alone in the under city. It’s proving effective. Veneer is resilient though. Somehow he’s strong enough to overcome the effects. That’s something definitely worth noting, but if he keeps screwing up, I’m afraid he wont see the end of day…”

Vennie, Floyd took off running in search of Veneer. He figured he’d probably be in the same room he had set Floyd free in, if the Bergens didn’t drag him away somewhere that is. Floyd ran to the room he thought he see Veneer in…He peeked through..empty.

“Where’s they drag you off too Vennie?” The little Troll was about to run off when he heard the cries coming from the bathroom. Using his hair, Floyd lowered himself to the ground. He waited a moment to make sure no distant sounds were coming, to make sure it was safe. After a moment, Floyd ran to the restroom…it was slightly opened. Peeking through, his heart shattered. Veneer was laying on the ground, hugging his knees, tears streaming down his face. His body shaking as he couldn’t control his sobs.

“Vennie?” Floyd approached the Rageon slowly, but Veneer didn’t hear. He continued to cry..

“….I want mom… I want dad….I want to go home” He heard him say in between his sobs. Floyd saw that Veneer couldn’t take it anymore… he was starting to see Under Rageous as home. That place wasn’t home, it was hell. Floyd walked to the Rageon and placed his small hand on Veneers arm. The Rageon felt the touch, and opened his one eye that wasn’t swollen.

“Oh Vennie. What did they do? Those monsters..” Floyd murmured.

“You need to go.” Veneer said.

“No. I can’t. Not like this. You need me here. I’m here for you. You got that.” Floyd said.

“But if they find you…”

“Let them. I’ll even walk back into the diamond willingly. Make it seemed that you changed your mind and caught me again.”

“But Floyd…”

“Stop it and just listen to me please.” Floyd stretched at his arms as far as he could. Embracing the top of the Rageons head, “just stay quiet for a while okay. I’m here.” Veneer squeezed his eyes shut, taking in the Trolls small touch. He began to cry again, but not because of hurt anymore, because relief and comfort… because Floyd was there, a familiarity. The anguish Veneer once felt suddenly washed away. He sighed in relief, allowing the stress to finally leave him. “That’s right. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you… not again.”

Floyd rested his little head on top of Veneers. The Rageons breathing slowed as he finally felt peaceful. Veneer allowed himself to close his eyes and slowly drift to sleep. He knew he had to face Mistress again. He knew they would be back in square one once Floyd was back in the diamond. But for now, Veneer allowed himself this moment to just rest and be in the comfort of someone he cared about… and who cared for him….

… everything else, they could figure out later.

[cannibalclass]

Do u write fics and if so could u write one between kate and Caitlin 😊

the way i absolutely do not write fics but i wrote one just for you...ask and you shall receive i guess!

friends or lovers, which will it be?

caitlin clark x kate martin

caitlin is frustrated and exhausted after a loss. kate tries to comfort her which just leads to a mini mental breakdown whoop whoop

word count: 1.5k

uhh lots of angst

Besides the court, there was no other place else Caitlin loved being in than in a bed. With the near-, forget it, straight up unbearable media circus following her every move since last season’s March Madness, that feeling had only intensified. There were also days where she just wanted a hug. Today was one of them. 

It wasn’t long before she’d heard a click at the door, followed by Kate walking in, hotel key in one hand and a box of chocolate chip cookies in the other.

“Hey,”, the dirty blonde greeted with a smile, before placing the box on the drawer next to Caitlin’s bed and hopping on her own. “I know how hard everything was today….I got your favorites.” 

Despite all the shit she’d been through today, Cait couldn’t help but smile and greet her back. Amidst all the media frenzy, Kate was the one person she could rely on to have her back. Since the europe trip, they’d grown closer and closer, they’d always say they were the bestest of friends and Kate seemed to think it too….but Caitlin wasn’t exactly sure if her feelings towards her were purely platonic anymore. 

Remote in hand already, Caitlin decided to channel surf. They only had a couple hours until they had to leave for their flight back to CHA Iowa anyway, and it wasn’t like they could do much else.

‘Iowa and Caitlin Clark lose in overtime loss to Ohio State, 100-92.’

The sentence stung like a bee. She’d put up 45 points and still lost the game. No one else on the team had more than 20. The loss wasn’t sweet, and neither were the comments her coaches had made after the game. “More,” they'd insist. “When the rest of the team can’t get it going, it’s up to you to step it up.” They couldn’t & wouldn’t say it directly, but even a 5 year-old could read between the lines and know what they were really implying. The exact same suggestions they had made in the NC State blowout loss the season prior. 

‘Star player Caitlin Clark collides with fans following a court storm, and social media is DIVIDED over whether she flopped or whether it was truly an accident’

To make matters worse, she had just happened to collide with a fan while storming the court. It was just so sudden. Caitlin had just been so absentminded walking off the court, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, that she didn’t even register the collision before she hit the floor. Droves of security & her teammates had come over, all with concerned looks on their faces. They couldn’t afford to lose the best player in the game, after all.

The concerned yet angry look on Kate’s face had been something Caitlin had never really witnessed before, or at least really paid attention to. Kate was the pacifier, the peace-maker of the team, it was her who would be the one to calm her down when she was acting up due to a mistake or a bad call. It felt weird, the roles being reversed. There were maybe three or four times she had really gotten angry like that around Caitlin, and yet when she had come across a clip of Kate as Caitlin was being carried off…the look of unabashed anger on her face made a certain feeling swell below her belly button. Something about the same girl who she would fight tooth and nail for unleash a rarely seen side over her almost made her feel…pride? 

“They’ve never been serious haven’t they,” Kate murmured to herself. Caitlin could hear it anyway, and quickly changed the channel before eventually turning it off. She had no idea why she’d left that on for that long, morbid curiosity was really a disease. 

“Why the fuck would you purposefully run into a fan like that? What would you gain from that? I swear….”

There’s that Kate again. Shades of the beast unleashed earlier in the day after the collision. Jada had joked in the locker room that they might have had to block her eyesight & cover her ears anytime anything regarding the incident came up before she turned into ‘Katezilla’. Caitlin would be lying if she said she didn’t find that hilarious. 

Kate glanced at her roommate with a look of worry on her face. She knew Caitlin was the type to internalize and blame herself in losses, even in games where she was the only one stepping up like today. Their coaches certainly didn’t help with that. Add on the media circus & pressure around her, Kate was almost certain that one of these days she was going to break. She was determined to not let that happen anytime soon. 

Caitlin had the hood of her sweatshirt up as she felt that all too familiar feeling start to bubble up. “Fuck.”, she muttered under her breath. Crying sessions weren’t unfamiliar territory for her, but it was really when her roommates were out of sight that she would let it all out. Kate was the last person she wanted to cry in front of, even though she knew her better than anyone else sans maybe her family did. 

Eventually, Kate had hopped out of her bed and into Caitlin’s. Seeing her favorite person in the world in such a distressed state made her want to start crying, too. The same girl whose 2nd favorite thing behind basketball was chocolate chip cookies, the same girl who would rush to pet a dog anytime she would come across one somewhere and talk to it like it was her own…it absolutely broke her heart. Kate leaned over and gave her a warm embrace, patting her head.

 “Cait…I’m right here, okay? I’m always here. You know that, right?”

And that’s all it took.

Caitlin’s head fell into the crook of Kate’s neck as she fell into her embrace, muffled yet loud sobs coming escaping her mouth.  She couldn’t hold it back anymore. This loss in particular felt so much worse than the Kansas State loss months prior. They were so close and Caitlin had truly tried her best and they still couldn’t pull it off. 

“Hey, stop.” Kate sighed as she let out a sad smile. “If you cry, I’m gonna start crying too.” 

“Promise you won’t overthink this loss too much, for me. This isn’t on you, you tried your best. I mean 45….that’s insane.” She soothed, rubbing her hands up and down Caitlin’s back. By this point, the brunette had stopped the loud sobbing, solely because she didn’t want to see Kate cry. She had still let out a small whimper at the mention of the 45 points though.  “I could’ve done better. The whole team could’ve done better. Take it this way, we can only go up from here. And as for the collision…..” Kate started to trail before getting back on track. She knew it was more likely than not an accident and couldn’t fathom how anyone would think otherwise. A feeling most similar to disappointment & anger started to build up again before she calmed down…it had already been hours and what happened had already happened. There wasn’t anything she could do now but comfort her best friend.

Did that even accurately describe their relationship at the moment? Best friends? Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like it right now.

“Cait, I love you so much. I hope you know that.”

Still trapped in Kate’s embrace (though she wouldn’t have it any other way really), Caitlin wanted to flinch at those words. Not because she didn’t love her back, it was the opposite actually, but did Kate love Caitlin the way Caitlin loved Kate?  It wasn’t the first time Kate had said those 3 words to her and most certainly wouldn’t be the last. But everytime she would say it, the question of whether she meant it as a friend or something more would plague Caitlin’s mind for hours and lead her into an existential crisis. The fact that it would be a year since Kate had broken up with her long-term girlfriend in a couple months certainly didn’t help at all. 

“Love you too,” She responded with a small smile, before pulling away, wiping what was left of her tears and getting up off the bed. “We should probably get going.”

She wouldn’t show it, but that hug and pep talk was exactly what she needed right then and there. 

Growing up in what was probably the most traditional Midwest family ever, Caitlin didn’t think falling in love with anyone other than a handsome, tall guy was even an option. A quick look at her old notebooks would show several pages full of her name plus whoever was the guy crush of the month at the time with hearts around both. Hopefully get into the league, marry a guy with a huge wedding, have kids…that was always the plan. 

This feeling…of feeling something that’s not purely platonic about someone of the same-sex was completely foreign to her, and she’d be lying if she said the uncertainty of it all wasn’t slowly killing her inside.

[howlingday]

Day 4 of "9 Days of Lancaster"

V9C7 Aftermath ◇ Denial

Ruby rubbed her eyes as she kept running. It wasn't until she tripped on a stump that she did stop running, though her crying seemed to double down. Gripping the alien ground in her fingers, she raised her hands to her head, ready to strike herself for her childish actions. After all this time, all she's been through, and nothing's changed! Nothing! Nothing! NOTHI-

"Hey."

Ruby turned to see Jaune jumping down from Juniper. He walked closer, not the least bit angry, and then kneeled down. Ruby had a breakdown in front of this guy, wherein the two started screaming at each other. Well, she was yelling at her friends, her sister, and him while Jaune roared his frustration out on her.

"You doin' okay, Crater Face?"

"I'm fine." Ruby growled.

Jaune was about to snap at her again, but then thought better of it after remembering how they got to this point. "Are you sure?"

Ruby was quiet. Jaune sat down from his kneeling position and let out a sigh. A part of him wanted to put an arm around her shoulder, but he thought better of it. He'd been doing that a lot lately, and it was because of Ruby. Even now, she was helping him be better. Now, it was his turn.

"You know," Jaune started.

"Don't." Ruby finished. "Just don't. I messed up. I've been messing up. And no amount of 'good job's is going to make it any better. I ruined your life."

"Yeah. You did." Jaune nodded, making Ruby flinch. "I mean, that's what I thought at first. And a part of me wants to yell at you some more."

"Then why don't you?" Ruby asked.

"Because five people yelling at one girl just isn't right."

"Five people?"

"Yeah. Me, Weiss, Blake, Yang, and you."

"Wait, what?" Ruby shook her head. "You were the only one yelling at me."

"Was I?"

"Yes!" Ruby stood up, turning away. "I mean, you definitely were, but..." Ruby shook her head. "Blake wasn't yelling, and Weiss wasn't either. Yang got mad, but she didn't yell."

"What about you?" Ruby turned to him. "Were you yelling at yourself?"

Ruby went quiet again. All this time, she'd felt like everything was just one big adventure after the other, but she'd never taken the time to really think about herself. Now, here she was, living a literal fairy tale, just like the ones her mom and her dad and her sister would read to her, and she felt... nothing.

"Ruby?"

"I... I need a minute." Ruby said. "Alone." Without another word, Jaune stood up and turned to leave. "Oh, and Jaune?" The stopped. "Thank you. For not giving up on me."

"You never gave up on me, Ruby." He said. "Even when I was giving up on myself."

With that, Jaune left on Juniper, and Ruby stood there, admiring him for a moment. Jaune had always been there for her, just as she'd been there for him. Where Jaune failed at being a leading huntsman, Ruby helped him find his stride. And now, when she was failing at being herself, Jaune was there to help her off the ground. He always was so kind. And sweet. And handso-

Ruby shook her head. NO! Focus! This wasn't the time to fall on old habits! Ruby had to figure herself out, not start crushing on her best non-bestie best and first friend of friends! Ugh... Was she always that sappy and childish?

Suddenly, the dim glow of a house caught her attention. A mansion. Painted pink and white and brown. Ruby gritted her teeth and took hold of her weapon. She can worry about schoolgirl crushing later. Now was the time for Ruby to grow up.

[chrxnicdaydream]

have some silly skk wedding hcs bc. idk i just wanted to yell w someone abt them

chuuya cries in sporadic bursts the day of but taken altogether it's like 3 hrs of hysterical sobbing

dazai doesn't cry at all because he slips into like a shocked fugue state the second he sees chuuya but he DOES bawl like a baby the next morning

nobody who attended remembers past like hour 4 of the wedding and six months later they're still uncovering some of the wild shit they did during the afterparty. this is because the wedding staff accidentally became part of the celebration and the photographer, who was supposed to record the whole thing, ended up sleeping with one of the cast. it was kunikida.

just to be obnoxious ranpo proposes to poe and chuuya has to be held back by a crying w laughter dazai from Physically Attacking Him

dazai insists on having a bouquet to throw, which he purposefully angles for akutagawa to catch. atsushi faints, lucy's face progresses from angry -> considering in real time (they r a throuple real)

chuuya picks his best man/maid of honor fairly easily (hirotsu and kouyou duh) but dazai basically told the ada to figure it out amongst themselves and come back to him with their decisions (he's lazy/genuinely didn't know who to pick and wanted to outsource) and there was Actual Violence

lots of drama over whether or not to invite mori and verlaine. turns out to be a nonissue bc all verlaine does is cry in a corner about a) rimbaud and b) holy shit my little brother is getting married and after hour 6 mori and fukuzawa disappear from the event (neither they nor anyone else remembers this. very lucky)

ango receives an invitation with no context and has like 3 mental breakdowns about what this means for his and dazai's relationship

7 hours in (it was a long party) kenji's cow somehow shows up (he swears up and down it wasn't him, everyone's very confused the next morning)

it was a sunset wedding, dazai wore white and chuuya wore blue

adam and shirase and some other members of the sheep are there. adam makes fast friends with kyouka, meanwhile the former sheep are very narrowly spared dazai's wrath, mostly bc he keeps forgetting they're even there. it's a big wedding

tachihara tried to drunkenly breakdance, gin laughed so hard she thought she got heart palpitations and was afraid for her life. she went to look for mori and walked in on him and fukuzawa. none of them remember this but now gin feels a vague sense of horror every time she looks at her boss and she's not really sure why

yosano tries rizzing kouyou up and fails by any normal metric (yosano: please please please please please please please please please please) but kouyou is Tipsy and Charmed

dazai does indeed burn the marriage certificate (TRY RETURNING ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT, CHIBI!!). chuuya is so in love he starts crying again

higuchi and tanizaki had philosophical discussions about life on the rooftop and accidentally solved the secrets of the universe. they do not remember this

kunikida returns from his steamy rendezvous with the photographer and immediately sets his sights on ango. drunk kunikida knows what he wants (twinkish men) and when he wants them (now). there is a reason one of the most important ideals in his notebook is to Not Drink

the guild is there and are generally having a good time until fitzgerald sees tsujimura (only there as ango's plus-one, got abandoned bc of drunk kunikida's machinations) and calls her a blue-haired liberal, and hey, what's a party without a brawl in the middle of the dance floor

between the guild and the wedding staff half the people at the party weren't even invited. which is why the doa and hunting dogs are also there

kenji, kyouka, q, elise, and aya are having a Kids' Party in a separate room with adam as an extremely enthusiastic babysitter (well, more like occasional check-in-er, he's swinging back and forth between the parties). tecchou joins them after a while and has a great time, as all except aya are extremely fascinated by his unholy food combinations

bram and lovecraft kickstart their enemies-to-lovers arc the second they set eyes on each other

fyodor, dazai, kajii, and nikolai start up a game of Knife Monopoly, to everyone's surprise the extremely determined caterer sweeps them all. sigma is smitten at once and immediately starts to flirt with her (the caterer is a milf who is seduced by sigma's transgender rizz, sigma will eventually have an entire 'convincing the stepkids' family movie arc)

teruko FUCKS IT UP on the dance floor, haruno is so impressed she immediately falls into her first disastrous sapphic crush

hirotsu and natsume mutually agree to restart their homoerotic situationship without ever even actually saying two words to each other, someone has to take skk's place now that they've more or less gotten their shit together

katai wasn't there physically but was supervising through security cameras. he's the only one who will ever know everything that happened that night and deleted the footage due to trauma :( sorry katai

tsujimura and mushitarou bond over how desperately they Do Not Want To Be There

skk Try to have a romantic wedding night(/morning, given how long the afterparty stretched) but they are both too drunk, chuuya trips and falls flat on his face and dazai laughs so hard he throws up

omg i started yapping and then i just didn't stop. i didn't even know i had this many thoughts in my head. i am sending this before i can regret it feel free to delete if u want to

anon. THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG???? i could literally visualize a whole fic just by reading these hcs

adding my comments under the cut so it doesn’t get too long 🫣

ok first of all… the skk crying hcs??? CANON OMG im so obsessed

Ranpo turning skk’s wedding into his engagement party is so true of him. he absolutely would

Dazai totally would insist on a bouquet to toss, & him throwing it at to Akutagawa is so funny 😭

SOMEONE SAVE ANGO PLS-

KENJI’S COW IM SOBBING it reminds me of that wan episode where Atsushi asks Dazai what Yosano needed & he was like “… a cow!” boba eyes & everything

i had never thought of Adam & Kyouka being buddies but my life is changed now tysm for this revelation

NOT GIN BEING SCARRED BY ZENKU SKK 💀 someone get my girl outta there

ok but tipsy + charmed Kouyou is a vision

Chuuya tells Dazai that burning the marriage certificate means they’re not married anymore & that’s when Dazai finally breaks down into tears

ok Higuchi & Tanizaki is another duo i never considered and i LOVE IT???

KUNIANGO SO TRUE

TSUJIMURA A BLUE HAIRED LIBERAL I AM SCREAMING

omg i love the kids party & skk are both good with kids so they definitely would make sure the kids are taken care of 🥹 Adam would be such a good babysitter, and Tetchou too??? omg giving me fic ideas with this one

super invested in this caterer x Sigma arc tbh

ykw i was thinking abt bsd rarepairs the other day & couldn’t figure out who to ship Teruko or Haruno with… should’ve thought of this honestly

SOMEONE SAVE KATAI TOO OMG THAT POOR MAN-

now that you mention it… i actually love the idea of Tsujimura & Mushitaro but i think it’s mostly bc her hair matches his suit PFFT

skk’s ideal honeymoon = SLEEP 😫

i’m so glad you didn’t stop yapping non, this was so wonderful tysm i feel blessed 🥹🩷 please feel free to yell abt hcs or say hi anytime!! 🫶🏻💕💕

[wulfhalls]

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[rotisseries]

it's still wednesday where I'm at if your clock is 30 minutes off so here's my wip wednesday post for my day 1 @bylerween2023 fic!! ghosts my beloved

[chronal-anomaly]

Little activity notice but I'm taking my praxis/boards at the end of March so I'll be extra unresponsive from here on out. See you all on the other side of this!!

[theflyingfeeling]

fic talk in the tags 💝

[werebutch]

Why does my sister crush all hope of having a good time with her when we’re out. Like she does it on purpose. And I keep believing that the next time will be better 😭

[arthur-r]

(wrote this song before i left for college but it’s sure applicable to life right now!!!!)

lyrics: falling from grace, i’m a rusting lace artifact / tears down my face as i break my immortal pact / trust me, i want to be healthy / trust me, i want to be special and loving and sweet / trust me, i know that i’m broken / please, i just want one more chance to prove that i could be the— / best friends know how to reveal me / best friends know how hard i try to have something to say / best friends know that it’s not helping / can i just go far away to where there’s nowhere else to— / turn around, up and down, i’m melting!!!! / turn around, i have something to say!!!! / color bleeding, heartbeat leaving, need a place to lay my head / arms are folded, fine print bolded, everything is overloaded!!!!!!!! / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue, i’m coming undone / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue, i’m coming undone / color faded by the sun, i bite my tongue / trust me, i want to be healthy / trust me, i want to be special and loving and sweet / trust me, i know that i’m broken / trust me, i know that i’m broken….

[dadbots]

August… time to get spooky.

[hella1975]

why is there a twenty marker analysing empirical evidence of game theory on this saturday exam

[todayisafridaynight]

three months later and i still think it wouldve been the funniest thing in the universe if daigo and masato were A Thing at any point in time

[mothbug]

you show me a tarot card at this point and i WILL go ‘oh like [revue starlight character]!’ they should never have done this to me