I need Iida fluff fanfics. Why does no one ever write about him 😭 and if they do, it’s an already established relationship. Like ugh!!! I want a good friends to lovers Iida fic why are people always forgetting about my guy 😔
The PTSD Theme and Queering Richie Tozier in IT: Chapter 2.
So I wanted to write about IT2′s decision to make Richie canonically queer and how it offers so much more than pandering to Reddie shippers. It’s clear that IT1 was about a group of kids experiencing childhood trauma while IT2 is about the same group as adults reliving and trying to recover from their childhood trauma. For Bill it’s his survivor’s guilt after Georgie’s death, for Bev it’s sexual abuse at the hands of her father, for Eddie it’s his mom’s brainwashing with munchausen by proxy, for Mike it is losing his parents to a fire and for Ben it’s being bullied and assaulted by Bowers while Stan’s trauma lies in his emotionally repressive religious family leading him to be the loser most vulnerable to being devoured by Pennywise. The only loser who’s childhood fear and trauma is ill-defined in IT1 is Richie. When his friends asked Richie what he was most afraid of Richie told them it was “clowns”. IT2 reveals that this was a lie.
We now know Richie’s biggest fear was people finding out he was gay. But for Richie to answer “clowns” is an interesting half-truth. Richie is the clown of the group who grows up to be a professional comedian. Richie has always used his (often sexually crude) jokes as a front to prevent others from seeing who he really is. In his IT2 flashback, Richie has a brief moment of being openly friendly with a boy that he likes. Bowers immediately pounces on this and calls Richie a fairy. The fear that this induces in Richie allows Pennywise to make an attack on him. So knowing how easily any honest show of affection towards another boy could be perceived as gay, it’s clear why Richie has taken to persistently teasing Eddie. It’s the only way Richie can have a relationship with his childhood crush without his secret being exposed. But his true feelings still slip out in moments of peril when Richie’s first instinct is to reach for Eddie.
I wanted to say I loved how the theme of Richie’s mask slipping was symbolized through his glasses. There are two key moments when Richie’s glasses come off (at least which I can remember from only one viewing of IT2*). First as kids when Eddie flicks Richie’s glasses off with his foot. This comes in a scene when Richie and Eddie are sharing a hammock and their physical intimacy must be making Richie feel close to exposure. The second moment is of course when the surviving losers are swimming in the quarry after Eddie’s death. Richie, who is usually the one constantly talking, is sitting in silence with his glasses off. Then instead of saying anything Richie bursts into tears. I can’t help but consider this Richie’s coming out scene. The other losers saw how devastated he was when Eddie was killed. They all loved Eddie, but Richie doesn’t hide that his personal heartbreak is over something more than friendship. The others understand this and rather than saying anything, they all just embrace him.
* Thanks to yer-a-workin-boy-now who pointed out that young Richie also loses his glasses during the Paul Bunyan scene, which fits the theme of them coming off when Richie feels his sexuality might be exposed.
IT2 shows all the losers struggling to overcome their PTSD throughout the film. Whether it’s Stan succumbing to suicide, Bev falling prey to abusive boyfriends, or Ben’s continued body dysmorphic disorder. For Eddie, his mother’s years of psychological abuse have conditioned him into believing that he is weak and helpless. When Pennywise strikes, Eddie’s instinctive reaction is to freeze up. It’s Richie who recognizes that Eddie needs reassurance that he can be strong, something nobody else gives him. It is Richie who enables Eddie to overcome his own childhood fears and be the first to wound Pennywise, even if he dies in the process. And the fact that Eddie was prepared to risk his life to save Richie - the friend who saw him as his true braver self and not the sickly weakling his mother tried to make him - shows that Eddie did love and value Richie in return, whether you choose to read Eddie is queer or not.
And while there’s no happy ending for Richie/Eddie beyond fix it fanfics, there was a real bitter-sweetness in Richie carving their initials on the kissing bridge. Obviously the film begins with a gay couple being beaten up by homophobic thugs and one guy is forced to watch as his lover is killed in front of him. While there has been a lot of debate over whether this horrific hate crime should have been included in the film at all, I’d say it’s hugely important to Richie’s arc. This scene shows that Derry is not a safe place to be LGBT and Richie had every reason to fear for his life if anyone found out about his sexuality. It shows why Richie had to use his trashy humor as a defense mechanism growing up to push people (even his friends) away so they’d never learn his secret. A secret that got buried so deep he was still in the closet at age forty. And while Richie has to go through a similar trauma as Adrian’s boyfriend, it leads to the first expression of his true feelings and the first time he is accepted by people he loves, the losers being the only family that we ever see Richie with. And more importantly the film ends with Richie’s self acceptance, carving over a memorial to his first love with Stan’s voiceover urging him to “be proud” from now on.
eren x reader fic where eren isnt portrayed as a feral dog who's mad possessive for not reason and the reader isnt a powerless frail thing to be protected
when will the snk fandom start making good fics again... 😞😞
i need an angst to fluff inumaki x reader fanfic based on the song 'daylight' by taylor swift ASAP (no rocky OR stayc OR newjeans).
"And I can still see it all (In my mind)
All of you, all of me (Intertwined)
I once believed love would be (Black and white)
But it's golden (Golden)"
LIKE ACTUALLY PLEASE 🙏
the song's basically about the struggles taylor went through in her past relationships and begins to doubt she'll ever find pure love until she finally meets the man that brightens her life and shows her what true love really is.
the reader could've went through an abusive relationship in the past and guarded herself up even after she met inumaki until she gets to know him better and opens her heart to him KFYDORNEFH. inumaki and the reader could have like sentimental moment together where the reader finally opens up about her past relationship that caused her to become the person she is now and inumaki could bring up his insecurities of his cursed speech and how it's affected his life dealing with bullying, unrequited love, etc.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏
summary: after an abusive relationship you don't believe you're ready to love again, but then Inumaki Toge entered your life like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds...
cw: abusive relationship, abusive ex, emotional abuse, mentions of verbal abuse, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, implied sa if you squint, self doubt, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, growing old together
word count: 1.6k
note: i'm so sorry this took so long! a lot of things happened irl, plus i really wanted to do this request justice! also a quick disclaimer: not all abusive relationships look the same! the abusive ex in this fic is basically a mix of my and my best friends exes, so it strongly reflects my, as well as her, own personal experiences! please don't read this if abusive past relationships trigger you in any way, shape or form. take care of yourselves, i love you all <3
You hadn’t exactly been the luckiest when it came to love. Your first relationship lasted all of a month, the two of you parting amicably after realizing you were better off as friends. Your second relationship had lasted a little longer, before fizzling out due to him moving away.
But compared to your third and most recent relationship, all of your previous ones looked like fairy tales. At the time, you hadn’t realized how toxic he was due to his nature. There was nothing dramatic about the abuse, nothing like the obvious and exaggerated examples you saw in the media.
It had started small, but quickly escalated into manipulation and toxicity. Going into the relationship you were confident in yourself and your ability to set and maintain boundaries. But as time went by you found yourself being talked into doing things you weren’t comfortable with, or didn’t want to do.
You tried to convince yourself that you had wanted it as much as he had at the moment, so it wasn’t his fault, and that going forwards you would be more firm. Then the emotional manipulation started.
He would treat you like you were nothing more than a shit stain on the sidewalk, call you names, accuse you of cheating and only using him for his body. But just as you hit your breaking point he would swoop in and love bomb you.
The vicious cycle continued, and when your friends told you it was unhealthy, and that you should break up with him, you told them that you couldn’t. That you loved him and he made you happy.
And it was true.
He would beat you down until you hit rock bottom, break you until you were numb, but during the moments when he doted on you and told you how much he loved you, the high his love gave you was like no other. Looking back on it you could see that it was manipulative and abusive, but at the time you lived for those moments.
Even at the end, you couldn’t help but love him as he spat names full of vitriol at you. You told him you loved him, that you would be a better partner, and were left heartbroken when he broke up with you.
A couple of weeks passed, and after the heartbreak faded, your mind began to clear and you felt as if you were thinking rationally for the first time in years. Hindsight is always 20/20 and yours was no exception. Looking back, the red flags were clear, and you had no idea why you stayed with him for so long.
It was probably because you refused to see him as anything other than a good person who loved you, and that scared you. Clearly you were a terrible judge of character, and if you wanted to avoid getting hurt again you couldn’t trust yourself.
If you couldn’t trust yourself, there was no way for you to trust others. So you went through life alone. At least, you went through life alone until you met him.
Inumaki came into your life like the ray of warm sunshine that caresses your face after the storm clouds dissipate.
After struggling to find the motivation to go about your life for months, you had thrown yourself back into your schoolwork. So when Inumaki Toge was assigned to you as your partner for the paper you had to write, you pointedly ignored the fact that he was extremely attractive and got to work.
As the research paper progressed, the two of you became closer, and even started looking forwards to your meetings at your local cafe. He was struck by how kind and dedicated you were; how you didn’t look down on him for being unable to speak. It was really nice to be treated as an equal.
You were struck by how funny and caring he was, and just how much you were beginning to enjoy spending time with him. It was terrifying.
Just months ago you had promised yourself that you would never fall in love again, that you couldn’t trust yourself to not jump headfirst into another abusive relationship, but here you were, falling in love once again. And it wasn’t like a little crush or anything. You fell, and you fell hard.
He consumed your every waking thought, from his mischievous little smiles to his gorgeous purple eyes, to the kindness he showed your underclassmen. You found yourself hyper analyzing every one of your interactions with him, searching for any red flags, desperately hoping to find something that proved he wouldn’t be good for you.
Because at the end of the day, you weren’t just scared to get into a relationship for fear of another abusive partner. You also feared opening yourself up to love again and getting your heart broken again.
Every logical, rational part of you knew that it wasn’t a good idea, that you shouldn’t date again, but then again, every emotional, instinctual part of you screamed that something about Inumaki Toge was right.
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
A month flew by, and the deadline for your paper came and went. Without ever speaking about it or formally agreeing to, the two of you continued to meet up, except now it was to hang out, not to work. Coffee dates, trips to the local museums and aquariums, exploring local small business restaurants, whatever you had the time and funds to do you did, enjoying the time spent savoring each other’s presence.
It had taken time, and a lot of proof that he was nothing like your ex, but you had finally gotten to the point where you were ready to move on, to trust. To place your heart in the hands of another, even if it meant leaving you vulnerable again. And a big part of that was due to the gentle kindness and patience he showed you.
Nothing about the relationship the two of you shared was the stuff of romantic dramas, with their dramatic confessions, sweeping declarations of love, and passionate gestures. Instead your romance was quiet. It was easy. And most of all it was completely reciprocated.
There was no defining moment where the two of you stepped across the line separating friends for lovers. It was more like the two of you were on a peaceful journey, only noticing days after that you crossed it. The line between friends and lover merely blurred, until one rainy day while the two of you were camped out in your bedroom the two of you decided you were “officially” dating.
But putting a label on it hadn’t changed anything. If anything, the label was only there so you could continue doing what you had been. And if that meant picturing a future that involved marriage and growing old with him, well that wasn’t anyone’s business, now was it?
And I can still see it all (In my mind)
All of you, all of me (Intertwined)
Now, half a century later you sit on your porch, quietly rocking on a swing as you watch the sun rise, daylight slowly spilling across the sky. The glow of youth had long left your features, skin sagging under the weight of the joy in your smiles, joints and bones creaking from a lifetime of adventures.
And sitting there on your porch, the swing creaking rhythmically as you sit beside the love of your life you think about your ex-boyfriend for the first time in decades. Looking back, you can’t even fathom how different your future was than you predicted.
Before you met Toge, you had resigned yourself to growing old alone, obviously having friends by your side, but going through life without a romantic partner. At that point in your life, you believed that love was more trouble than it was worth, that it only brought hurt and you would never find someone who would make you feel like the main character in a romance novel.
But then Toge came along, and it was nothing like the romances. It was soft, gradual; rather like the sunrise in front of you, slowly extending its syrupy warmth across the inky expanse of the morning sky. His love wasn’t dramatic or invasive, but it was comforting, warm, and all-consuming. His love filled you like the first sip of tea on a cold winter day, spreading across your chest and reaching into your limbs, chasing away the cold nip of the air.
His love was like daylight, spreading across the dawn sky, lighting up everything it touched bringing color and life to all. A gentle squeeze on your hand drew you out of your thoughts, and you turned to look at him.
His once bright silver hair had been reduced to a dull gray, and the crisp lines of his seal stretched and sagging across his cheeks. But his violet eyes were as bright as the day you met, and it seemed the love in them only grew daily. Clutching his liver spotted hand in your own, skin papery thin and liver spotted, you basked in the combined glow of your shared love and smiled.
“Hey Toge? I love you?”
He merely smiled and planted a loud kiss on your cheek, not needing to say anything in response.
After all, why would you need words when your love is as permanent and sure as the sun rising in the east each morning?
I once believed love would be (Black and white)
But it's golden (Golden)
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❝Enhypen, and tropes I can imagine them in❞ ot7 . . . fmr . . head cannon + imagines . w.c : ~150/character ꩜ ...not proofread!!...
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 – brother's bestfriend
You never tried to associate yourself with your brother's friends because they seemed like people you wouldn't like to associate yourself with. One day though when you were home alone, the door burst open and the laughter of multiple people disturbed the calmness prior. You groaned to yourself, identifying the voices to be them. You saw them very rarely since they were in a different class, and slightly older than you. With a groan, you zoned out their loud voices. While reading your book, the door to your room opened softly, and you snapped your head in that direction. In your sight stood a tall man with bambi looking eyes scanning you as well. "What are you doing here?" You questioned with an arched eyebrow. "Sorry, was trying to find the bathroom." He replied, and stood there awkwardly. "Just go down two door to the right." You returned to your reading. "You're Y/n, right?" He asked. "I thought you were searching for the bathroom?" You said, not sparing him another glance. "Right." He then shut the door, but you felt slightly content with his presence in some way. Lucky to say that he visited his friend more often, and you got to see him more often too.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 – strangers to lovers
Jay would walk into the café down the street every morning to get his usual order; a cup of coffee and a bagel. Every staff knew him, and he knew them. So when he sees a new employee by the cash register, he tries to get to know you too. You greeted him like you did with every other customer, and he ordered like he always did. Jay walked over to a corner and observed the pretty scenery outside. He looked back up when you arrived. "Thanks ... ?" and that's when you realised he wanted to know your name, and that's when you noticed you lacked a name tag. In later weeks, the tense dome around you broke down, and you guys chatted while you made his usual order, realising he was a regular. "Any plans for after your shift?" He asked. "I'm just gonna lay on the sofa and watch a movie honestly." you chuckled. When you went to collect his plate and cup after he waved farewell, you saw a small slip of paper hidden under the plate. "Call me, please. xxxx - Jay"
𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 – golden retriever x black cat
He saw you sitting alone during lunch time, and he invited himself to take a seat in the empty spot next to you. You sneered at him, examining him up and down with an icy glare. In contrast, he had a soft smile. "What are you doing here?" You asked with a cold tone. "You looked lonely." Jake replied, wearing a confused look. "Well, I'm not, so you can go." You dismissed him and returned to the lunch in front of you. "What class are you in?" He asked, not giving up so easily. You replied simply, and bit into your home made lunch while he looked at you from the side, and ultimately returning to his own lunch. You thought he would stop bothering you after, but you were wrong. Jake would follow you around the corridors, and later find out that the two of you had a couple of lessons together. As time went on, you seemed to not mind his company, finding it more pleasant than being alone, realising that you maybe needed someone to fill that lonely side you always showed.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 – friends to lovers
You guys would be in the same friend group, but not the closest, you had your friends, and he had his. When he fist realised he had romantic feelings towards you, he started getting distant, even though something inside fo him yearned to be close to you. That, of course was noticed by both you and the other people around you. The friendgroup had decided to go to the arcade, and while they were there he did his best to not look your way as much as possible, but that was easier said than done. He saw how much you eyed that single teddy bear in a claw machine, and he made it his mission to get it for you. You decided to approach him to ask why he was becoming so distant, but started it off with a normal conversation, "Are you really going to use this machine?" You asked him, your eyes scanning the moles on his face. "Yeah." He scoffed playfully, and you stood beside him, watching him play multiple rounds until he finally caught the teddy. "Take it." He shoved the plush into your arms before walking away with a flushed face as you stood there dumbfoudned, totally forgetting the reason you walked over to him to begin with.
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 – admirer from afar
Sunoo is shy, and he only ever watched and admired you from afar. The only times he ever saw you up close was when the two of you walked by each other in the hallways or when going to your assigned seats in the classroom. Even then, you'd smile at him, and he'd smile back, just that he would be a mess on the inside. He never ever spoke to you since he thought of you as someone too unapproachable. One day, when he was talking about you to his friends during break time, "She's just so pretty, and smart, and perfect!" His friends had gotten tired of his hopelessness and suggested that he should send you a love letter on valentine's day. "What, why?" He panicked, the embarrassment showing on his rosy cheeks. In the end, they convinced him to do it. February neared closer, and Sunoo arrived extra early just to slip his note into your locker. He looked at both sides, and then behind him and behind the lockers just to make sure he was alone. When the coast was clear, he carefully pushed the paper under the metal, but heard footsteps around the corner. "What are you doing?" It was you.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 – class president x new student
"hello everyone! I'm y/n, and I'm new. I hope we all ca get along well!" You greeted, standing in front of the class, anxiously playing with the hem of your skirt. "Alright, since she's new, Jungwon, you will show her around the school." The teacher said, and sat down in her chair, nodding towards a boy with big clear eyes who nodded his head back in confirmation. After class, it was a free period, and you quickly walked out of the classroom to explore on your own, since you guessed Jungwon wouldn't show you around at all. "Hey, wait up!" You heard a male voice calling for you, causing you to pause in your tracks and turn around. To your surprise it was that boy from earlier. You waited for him to catch up to you, and when he did, he asked, "Ready for a tour, y/n?" "Sure, why not.", you shrugged, and the two of you walked from one hallway to another. After what seemed to be the end, you decided to ask the question you were wondering about the whole time. "Why did you show me around?" It sounded stupid, that's what you realised right after uttering it. "I'm the class president, so it's kind of my job." He explained, and you sighed, now wondering if he was kind because he had to. "Don't worry though, you seem nice, and I'd like to get to know you more."
𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 – enemies to lovers
At first, Riki thought it was all a joke when he saw you sneer at him, and so he returned the gesture, but to you, you just never liked him without knowing why. It continued on like that for most of the year. You two would always bicker and compete during most classes, and he would throw paper planes at the back of your head just because he found your reaction funny, so he continued. You would complain about him to your friends daily, while he would tell his friend how funny you were. "Ugh, I hate him! Why is he so stupid?!" You groaned. "Y/n is so funny! Did you guys see how angry she got during English?" Riki laughed, clearly enjoying the memory. The first half of the year passed, and you were finally on break. The idea was to rest, but an obstacle was made. You and your family had gotten in a pretty rough fight, and you decided to leave the house to get fresh air, but on your walk, Riki spotted you. He immediately saw your tears and held back the rude comments he was about to say. "Hey, are you crying? What happened?" His voice was sincere, and you broke down crying again, telling him everything. "Hmm. Let's go to that café to cheer you up." Riki comforted, rubbing your back. At school, he was kinder as well, as well as hanging out with you more.
Also one more thing, what is going on with fanfic nowadays?? Yall really don’t write fanfic anymore it’s just straight up porn, and look I’m not knocking people for writing that but does that not get a little boring to yall?? You know? Like what happened to plots, drama, angst and fluff?? What happened yall?? Like bruh I can’t even scroll down on tumblr without being bombarded with straight up smut and mind you it’s not even different it’s ALL THE SAME AND SO PREDICTABLE. People be giving these characters blaccents and shit like, hello??? Like look I really don’t care what other people write about but I just want the girlies who write actual stories to start back writing fanfics because it’s so hard to find a fanfic with 12 or more chapters these days.
You know I used to think smut was a tumblr thing but apparently it’s not, I heard people used to actually write fanfics on here but it somehow changed. I’m a Ao3 girlie so I had no clue that the girls on tumblr were actually writing fanfics. But honestly it’s just so disappointing and boring to see. I normally just scroll until I find something that I actually like but that’s very hard to do when everyone on this app is writing the same thing; smut. I would go on wattpad but who has the money or time for those ads and also wattpad is for children. I fear they’re the only ones over there writing. If I’m reading something it has to be written by someone at least 18 plus. Which is why I’m usually on Ao3.
For further explanation: to me a fan-fiction is a story with at least 30 chapters max, slow burn, angst, drama, a plot and of course an eventual smut. Not what the hell yall be on here writing, just straight up scenes out of porn. ONCE AGAIN IDC WHAT PEOPLE WRITE I JUST WISH PEOPLE WOULD WRITE ACTUAL FANFICS AGAIN. Also I’m not shamming anyone but I’m just stating an opinion. Write whatever your heart desires but damn where are the actual fanfics at???
Not to be that one person but I have to say it, have yall seen them Eren x reader fanfics where they give Eren German white ass a whole blaccent and make him wear chains and shit….yall that shit TAKES ME OUT!!! Like girl now you know damn well his white ass ain’t speaking like that nor is he dressing like that, have a seat for me lol (fyi: I’m jk but at the same time I’m not)
fuck yall i can’t find a not ONE fluff story in the eren x reader tag. it’s filled with SMUT SMUT SMUT. like damn horny ass mfs always tryna get eren to shove his hand down our pants 😭.
just make one fluffy wholesome eren x reader fic PLEASE 🙏🏽
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