You write Ghost and kyle together really well, as well as aroace reader...now what if the three of them were together after the whole incedent of them offending reader, but they bareley seem like a throuple on the outside.
All because reader doesnt act all lovey dovey, in fact theyre in it way more for the emotinal intamacy. Is this anything?
It didn't happen on purpose. There wasn't a conversion or a declaration. You simply joined the relationship one day, and that was it. It started with small things at first. Simon putting a hand on your back when you walked the halls together. You spending the night in Kyle's barrack after a rough day. Simon and Kyle inviting you on their weekly date nights. Simple things that slowly drew the three of you together.
"Are you doing alright?" Simon doesn't move. He doesn't say anything when you settle next to him in the storage closet. You knew where Simon went after a rough mission; but you gave him a few hours to decompress before you went to check on him.
When he leans into your side, he melts into you, almost crawling into your lap. "Hi baby..." You whisper as you slowly pull off his mask. "You haven't eaten today, have you?" Simon glances at you from the corner of his eye, like a guilty dog that had dug through the trash. "Simon..."
"I didn't want to leave the closet." He whispers into the dim room. You carefully detangle his short curls, looking up when you hear the door creaking open.
"I thought so. Come in, Kyle. We're in here." You call out, smiling when Kyle's head pokes into the closet. "I had him grab some food." Simon couldn't help but smile a little, sitting up a bit so Kyle could squeeze into the small room. Kyle settles between the two of you, letting Simon take the tray from his hands.
Once Kyle's hands were free, he scoops you up into his lap. "Hey, love." He mumbles as he squeezes you tight. "You miss us while we were gone?" He teases when you snuggle into him.
"Mmhmm. Need someone to keep me warm at night." You tease as you watch Simon eat. "Can we go to the movies this week? I want to see something."
"What movie?" Simon mumbles around a mouthful of food.
"Anything. Just want to get off base." You admit, soaking up the physical affection you'd missed out on over the last few weeks.
"That sounds like a plan, love. I get my own popcorn this time, though." You gasp in fake indignation, looking at Simon with wide eyes.
Okay sososoosos I don't know if your post was sarcasm or not but AGHHH I've had this idea for Johnny and Ben for like actual years (Fantastic Four 2005 the brainrot you gave me) and have never gotten around to writing it
Think about Johnny and Ben separately with a reader that's on the aro and ace spectrum because they don't experience aesthetic attraction. So, looks literally just don't even matter to them. I can imagine it would be a good thing because both Ben and Johnny have people constantly focusing on their looks, just for different reasons. (But you know Johnny would be like 'I look this good and you don't even appreciate it??? đđ')
Not anyone's type
Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
Aro-Ace reader!! I kinda just made this general aromantic instead of mainly aesthetic/look attraction, whoopsies.
Masterlist
Johnny is a flirt, through and through, anyone and everyone he deems good enough (which is just about everyone) will and has been flirted with. He's used to being put down and rejected, but he's never encountered someone who's just- plain never been interested in romantics. Especially when they're so fine.
When he's turned down he plays it off, usually just going back in for more- but you just kept shooting him down!
Most of his flirting is playful, so he really doesn't mean most of it when he pushes for you to go on a date with him; though he wouldn't mind if you said yesâŠ
You'd have to sit him down and explain it very thoroughly to him, and even then you'd probably have to get Sue on his back about it to get him to fully stop if it genuinely bothered you- knowing if he was playing around or not wouldn't matter.
âC'mon sweetheart! Just one date with this hot shot-â Johnny pointed his thumbs at himself âand you'll be begging for more by the end of it.â His smirk doesn't flinch when you don't even look at his direction- pretending not to hear him.
Johnny wasn't usually a begger, but not even getting a reaction out of someone for his flirting hurt his ego in a way.
âPlease! Just one little dinner date, doesn't even have to be somewhere nice.â His hands were up in a prayer, and he was practically on his knees looking up at you.
When you finally turned around to look at him, his eyes lit up- thinking finally! he had a chance you'd say yes. He waited oh so patiently to hear your acceptance to his date, âSusan! Get the spray bottle, your brother won't leave me alone!â And he fell dramatically to the floor as he watched you walk away.
Ben is a great guy, almost anyone who's met him- at least in the same side, and excluding hulk- has seen that. He's polite and has a great sense of humor, what a package deal!
He hasn't really had the greatest luck with romance, not since he's turned into- well- a pile of rocks, but after a long time of adjusting he's learned to deal with it. If anything he's gained confidence in his looks- if a beautiful woman like Susan can be interested in a workaholic like Reed, someone could be interested in him.
When he meets you it's all sunshine and rainbows to him, he swore a love song was playing in the background- but maybe that was just Johnny's playlist. Obviously the way to express his feelings is by making a move, so he does. He's offering you flowers, telling you that your outfit is nice- that you look nice, the whole shebang.
It's almost hard to let him down, to tell him you're not interested in that stuff at all. But ever the understander, Ben picks up on your explanation pretty quick and even apologizes for if he's ever made you uncomfortable. And while it's hard for a while for him to get over it, he's alright with just having another friend to hang out with.
He holds out a couple tulips to you, offering a patient smile as he does so. âBen, we talked about this, I'm not-â he cuts you off. âI know, this ain't like that, I just-â now he cuts himself off âI like giving flowers to friends.â
Ben scratches at his head, looking off behind you, he was so scared you'd think he was lying. âAsk anyone! I give them to Reed and Suzie all the time.â You give him a laugh ânone for Johnny?â He scoffs in return âthe prick doesn't deserve anything nice from me- or anyone for that matter.â
You burst out laughing, taking the flowers from him and cradling them in your arms. He smiles again and joins in with your laughter - you both knew he was dead serious though. Never had he ever gifted Johnny something nice.
Summary: You donât know why exactly you canât stomach romantic relationships - all you know is that you canât. That unfortunately leaves you with few options when it comes to the physical and emotional companionship you crave. Simon wants a relationship someday, but heâs too entrenched in his work. He hates one night stands and despises dating apps, but his high libido doesnât leave him with many options, either. It doesnât take long for you to come to an arrangement.
You know Simon will eventually find someone. He deserves love more than anyone else youâve ever known. That impending deadline becomes a bit too real when he starts talking about this âJohnnyâ from his work.
Don't know if the X tag is appropriate, since this is for an aromantic reader. I'm aromantic myself, but still.
While you wouldn't call your relationship romantic, it's a very close bond nonetheless. As Setsu says, it's a "Spiritual Bond"
You do practice some physical affection, but nothing beyond than holding hands, hugs and forehead kisses. Especially with Setsu being asexual.
Setsu has a rather muscular body, but you don't press them on that and act inappropriate because of them. But they do use their physical strength to intimidate anyone, who suspects you to be Gnosia.
Speaking off, If you are suspected during debates to be the Gnosia, Setsu will defend you no matter what (Even if you turn out to be Gnosia and they are not.)
Both of you tend to have nightly deep talks
Should Sha-Ming ever hit on Setsu, one glare from you is enough to drive him em off
Setsu overworks themselves sometimes and has a hard time relaxing, which is why they are happy when you propose to do something together
You often watch movies together and while some are romantic, you make sure they are not too explicit. You prefer to watch movies with more simple stories
Thanks to their military experience, Setsu does have a very strict exercise routine, and they invite you to it, saying that one's physical fitness needs to be at least sufficient.
Setsu gives you their coat, whenever you feel cold
Yes, you two still go fishing. Yes, Setsu still needs to improve when it comes to fishing.
GNOSIA Version:
Because you two still act very close, if you are both Gnosia, you are often suspected. Which is why you deliberately hold hands a bit more, to sell the illusion of romance and make you feel pitied by the rest.
Should one of you be cornered, the other one will play along for the sake of Gnos' success. However at night, either Setsu or you will take out whoever is responsible for their respective vote.
You often plan out together, who will fake which role. (Engineer, Doctor, Guardian Angel) and move together like that. You two make a terrifying team.
If one of you is found out to be a Definite Enemy and somehow survives the day, you will both apologize to each other tearfully for screwing up.
If you two win, you kill all the other humans and watch some movies together.
Do you do headcanons? Cause if so i'd like some yandere viking trio headcanons. đ€
yandere! viking trio x reader - sweden
âââ notes
†reader is implied to being in late teenager years / young adult + for ease of enjoyment -- âlunaâ is placeholder for the readerâs name ;w;
†allusion to reader being on the aro/ace spectrum remain, however, this may be interpreted openly!
†long post ahead! rest of allies / viking trio should be coming in february!
âââ warnings
†historically accurate characterisation (based upon estranged flowers of time) / manipulation / questionable power dynamics / darker sensuality / controlling behaviour / isolation.
björn bernwald oxenstierna / kingdom of sweden
Centuries may have passed across their lands; naturally, outside society following through radical shift of values & ideals â however, this could not be the case regarding any of the Nordics â especially ones, who grew up â breathed, represented old, fixed notions.
Any deviation from the norm would be betrayal to their forefathers, who brought their lands into existence. For centuries, millenia â viking traditions kept society afloat, proper, functioning.
He was not sure what sort of devil made mortals crawl backwards, in all possible manners into this reverse-role circus, but one thing was certain â he shall not entertain this personally, nor his own family would.
†Within their circle â for centuries, Bernwald carried the role of unspoken leader, steadfast pillar of the home, grounded provider â all of the roles blossoming as a matter of course across harsh, historical landscape. Who would protect his own brothers-in-arms during Kalmar Union, when Denmark â monarchs, leaders of the time â Mathias himself â in all possible ways yearned to imply utter loyalty by any cost over the rest of Scandinavia?
†This⊠young woman â Luna â within their home â brought in by kindness of his husband â Tino â piqued his curiosity in the softest manner â calculated, measured gaze slipping away from the ever-looming stack of Swedish military documents. The way bright, gentle laughter filled the space with such-needed positivity, or⊠the way holding their sons â came so naturally to her â realisation trickling throughout the course of several weeks.
This is the part their home was missing.
†In all honesty â ideal fixture of relationship within dream landscape â quiet, domestic life within marriage could not⊠be realised, however â it could be improvised to the best of his abilities.
†Shadow of the man, masquerading into⊠fixtures of ceilings, bleeding over shadows, dancing into hazy flickers on the walls followed â Luna merely brushing uneasiness creeping up over certain parts of the home just as a simple, mundane anxiety, while trying best to adjust after moving in â gratitude to the Mathiasâ silver tongue, honey-sweet charm.
†At first, it started within tiny details â such as a cup of favourite tea lingering on the night-stand after a tedious study session; or a fascinating history guide about Swedish history conveniently placed close-by.
Quiet, measured, gentle ways of affection â to see how his soon-wife-to-be would react to such advances.
†Luna was surprised⊠dainty fingers flickering across old pages â by sheer quality of the book â thick, velvet cover; incredibly detailed illustrations â golden motifs pressed intricately, all-around â it felt more of centuries old family testimony, than a simple edition. Little, seemingly inconvenient piece of paper slipped out, pointing at a very specific chapter â Oxenstierna.
†Neat, sharp - cursive â clearly Bernwaldâs â he must have misplaced it.
Luna hesitated, a web of guilt snaring around hollows of the ribs for unclear reasons; a girl standing just inside the doorframe of the study â clutching the Swedish history guide until knuckles went white. She had only meant to return it â a seemingly simple task.
The study was quiet â the kind of calm, which carried an undercurrent of purpose, statement. The flickering of a single candle on the desk illuminated stacks of papers, open ledgers, and the unmistakable, heavy presence of Bernwald himself â him merely correcting another figure on the national budget draft. Pen moved with precision, and the soft scratch of ink against paper was the only sound echoing across vacant walls.
The soft rustling of documents across space was interrupted only by the occasional swirl of amber in his glass. Of course, by all means â he was not a man of virtues to indulge too often, but tonight⊠Tonight, it seemed necessary. The familiar burn down his throat was comforting, grounding from the plethora of thoughts that had been swirling in horizons of mind, long after the paperwork should have been finished.
Should have.
He leaned back in the chair, calloused fingertips ghosting above the edge of the glass, a deep breath escaping the note of heaviness anchored between lungs. It was just one of those nights where everything felt a bit heavier. The weight of leadership, responsibility⊠and perhaps something else. Something hidden beneath the layers of stoicism, a yearning that had always been with him.
Doors were opened with a smooth click, tuft of hair peeking through.
"Itâs lateâ â he merely gestured; shifting the stack of the documents, setting them aside â a shimmering glass of whiskey nearby.
âIâm sorry, but I was about to return⊠thisâ â she replied, holding up the guide as a sort-of peace offering, a sheepish smile blossoming across soft features, as if adding sincerity to an already awkward situation.
Book found its way, gliding across the wooden surface with a soft thud; him fixating on the cover, which carried centuries of familyâs heritage, atmosphere⊠shifting into something darker â albeit, maybe exactly noticeable at first; hold lingering⊠on the glass a little too long, liquid oozing down his throat as a mere distraction from plethora of thoughts,
âStayâ â tone crackled with unwanted notes of vulnerability, expression shifting into something between contempt, mixed with⊠restraint.
Phrases shifted into hazy words, tangled concepts, intricate web of lies â neat paperwork scattering in fluidity of motion â threats blossoming naturally, as a mere part of the dialogue.
"Youâve câme so farâ â fingertips gently tracing the edge of fabric, ghosting above softness of the hip â making it seem as though it were an extension of their shared life.
"Do you remâmber how I pulled yer out of that mountâin of student debt? How I mâde sure yer had the oppârtunity to attând the finest university in Stâckholm? You wâuld have nâver had the chânce to bâild a futâre on your own withât thatâ
"Bernwald, Iâ"
In the kindest way â she had never would have dared to entertain this thought â it was utter opposite of the values Nordics cherished â naturally, had always viewed his help as kindness, warm hospitality, even love.
Within soft gesture â fingers tenderly, too tenderly â cupped edge of jawline, ever-so-tense, digging in just enough to elicit sharp breath, tilting head up to meet his gaze. Sweetness swirling behind intention was soft, almost too soft - in retrospective.
'Donât misânderstând me, Ă€lskade // beloved //.
I donât wish to hârt you. But I think.. . . you undârstând what Iâm saying. Your succâss, your comfârtâit all comes from me. I am the prâvider, the one who ensures you have evârâthinâ you câuld evâr need. You know, bettâr than anyone, that this life youâve câme to enjoy câuld slip away just as easâly as it was givânâ
"You donât have to prâve anythinâ to me, Lunaâ â
âJâst accept the life Iâve givân you. âccept the futâre Iâm offerinâ. Itâs all yours⊠lâng as you stay witâ me, as lâng as yer honour the roles weâve estâblished. The contrâct is simply a reflâction of that â nothinâ moreâ
Details of the study bled into hazy hues; familiar sounds seemingly so far away â muffled â Luna could not register pen between ridges of hand, or neat cursive unraveling her name on the form.
âMm⊠vâry wellâ â whisper sounded rougher than intended, with blended out notes of whiskey, but it was still so undeniably⊠commanding. Calloused, heavy palms dug slightly into beige fabric, drawing shapes over softness of hips as such affection â would anchor heaviness of thought.
Bernwald merely tilted head slightly, scanning down the entirety of the situation â albeit, more slowly â deliberately â lips brushing against the nook of the shoulder.
Can you do an Astarion x autistic trans male reader who really wants to try at having a romantic relationship with Astarion but really struggles at it and sometimes doesnât really understand it and Astarion wants to kind of stop caring about reader because he canât give him what he wants but he canât get himself to stop caring for reader? Kind of platonic (?) but not really cus itâs more like that the reader is aromantic.
Sorry if this doesnât make sense English isnât my first language and i suck at writing đ„č
Astarion With a Reader Who Struggles With Relationships
A/N: Okay okay I sort of get this because I also consider myself somewhere on the aroace spectrum and I struggle with the same thing of wanting a relationship but not really being able to/understanding how that works and I think it would be a really interesting clash with Astarion
Trans male reader, aromantice/aromantic spec reader, sort of platonic sort of romantic
Your situation with romance causes Astarion a lot of confusion when the two of you start getting closer
The only thing he's known for the past two hundred years is sleeping with people to gain safety and trust, and along with it he had a very closed view on romance
So the both of you are exploring romance with each other for the first time and learning what the both of you are comfortable with
You decide to keep your feelings on romance to yourself for a bit, as the both of you were already unsure with this relationship and didn't want to put any more stress on him while he was processing these new feelings
When the time comes for a serious talk between the two of you, you both have things to say about how you feel
Surprisingly, Astarion could tell how you were feeling and he doesn't hold anything against you
While he cares about you dearly, he wants you to be able to make your own decision
He know what it's like to be forced into something you don't want, and he doesn't want the same for you, even if it hurts him a little bit
He does become a bit frustrated with himself, feeling like he's pressuring you but also not being able to understand exactly what it is you want
But to be fair, neither do you
Your feelings are complicated, you feel something for him, but you're not sure if it's platonic or romantic
You want to be in a relationship with him, but you don't understand what to do or how it works, or if you're even able to have one
When you explain this to him he's a bit confused, but understands how you're feelings may be complicated
He understands that your feelings towards him may be romantic, platonic, or something that doesn't even fit a label
All he knows is that you care for him in the same way he cares for you, and he won't ever make you feel bad for your struggles or force you to do anything you don't want
If you want to try a romantic relationship, he'll take it slow with you and walk you through what he knows and wants, although he's also learning about romantic relationships along with you
If you want to stay friends, he won't complain, even if he does love you and becomes a bit upset that he can't give you romance or help you through your emotions the way you want
He's glad to still be friends with you and that the two of you are still close, having a friendship doesn't stop the care you have for each other and that he'll protect you no matter what
There is a also the possibility of a different type of relationship, you two could have something queer-platonic
Your relationship could be something that toes the line of platonic and romantic
You could still do couple-y things, but never have a full on romantic relationship
The both of you talk through what you want and make an agreement based on what the both of you are comfortable with
While Astarion may be upset he can't give you what you need, or get what he wants, he cares about your comfort more than anything, and he'd never push you into something you're not comfortable with yet
Writing for aromantic feelings is weird because this stuff gets so complicated and is different for everything, but I hope I kept it general for everyone, ty for reading and have a nice day!
âAre you stupid! Those pants look daft, do you want to lose your job?â
âThose look bloody dreadful and NOT in a good way. Get out of my sight.â
The set was busy, I could hear Velvette fussing about the designersâ incompetence from the door. Assistants and models rushed around in a hectic manner desperate to please her or to flee the scene before they became a victim. Today was my day off, but I wanted to see Velvette.
âHi, Love,â I looped an arm around Velvetteâs neck loosely, âare you doing alright?â
âUgh, not at all, Darling,â Her arms dropped to the side as she leaned into the partial hug, searching for a bit of relaxation.
âHow about after this set we go sit down for a bit and have some lunch?â
âThat sounds amazing.â
My other arm found her waist as she turned to fully lean into me. I massaged the back of her neck with the arm resting around her shoulder. Her hands circled my waist and hugged for comfort. We stood like that for a few minutes.
Kissing the top of her head I gently push her weight off of me. She frowned, still holding on to me.
âLet's finish this last set of clothing and then we can cuddle, ok?â I reiterate my previous suggestion.
Velvette narrowed her eyes at me, âYou better hold up to that promise.â
Hello! I recently found your account and I really love your writing. But I have a request if you don't mind!
Muichiro x an aromantic reader, where muichiro has feelings for the reader but he founds out the reader is aromantic.
Thank you! :>
You tell Muichiro you are aromantic.
Muichiro knew something was different when he couldn't get your smile out of his mind. His faulty memory caused him to forget others often, but not you.
In fact he felt like he could recall almost every interaction with you. Having clear memories was a different feeling for Muichiro all together. To make things even stranger whenever he recalled moments with you he felt something he couldnât understand.
He could really describe it but it felt like his body was lighter and the deep anger nestled into his being was slightly relieved.
"HOW CUTE!" Rengoku yelled, commenting on an interaction between you and Muichiro after you left.
"Hm?" Muichiro turned to Rengoku, confused by this statement.
"It's quite apparent you have feelings for that corps member. Do they know this?" Rengoku asked. Rengoku always felt a strong urge of protection over Muichiro, and seeing him smile was a rare occasion. He wanted to help out any way possible. Muichiro didnât respond but looked at Rengoku with curious eyes.
"I see how happy they make you. I suggest asking them on a date!" Rengoku exclaimed. Muichiro looked at the floor taking in this information. He did enjoy your company so why not try?
"Ok." Muichiro decided, and ran to catch up with you.
It didnât take you long to realize Muichiro was running after you.
"Hey Tokito, did something happen?" You asked.
"I uh... forgot to ask you something?"
âWhat is it?â You asked, smiling. Your smile suddenly made him feel nervous and his voice shook as he asked.
"Would you like to eat with me sometime?"
"We eat together all the time, silly." You laughed.
"Oh... I meant as a date." He asked, holding his breath in anticipation.
"Oh..." You felt your whole world crashing around you. You hadnât picked up on Muichiro having romantic feelings for you before. That just wasnât something you could reciprocate... not just to Muichiro but to anyone. Your heart began to break at the thought of hurting your friend.
âI'm sorry Tokito... that just isnât something that is in me... I'm actually aromantic... Please donât hate me, I'm sorry. It really isnât you. I just donât feel that way for anyone, but I love spending time with you and you always make me happy." You explained in a hurry worried about the reaction from your friend.
"You donât have to apologize to me, and you donât have to explain yourself either. I understand." Muichiro said smiling. He couldnât lie to himself. It did hurt knowing you didn't have any romantic feelings towards him, but that wasnât going to stop him from loving you as a friend and fully supporting you.
"I would still like to eat with you..." You offered, hoping you werenât going to lose his friendship after rejecting his romantic advances.
"Of course! Are you hungry now? I can show you some new origami I learned too!" He said with a big grin.
You felt overwhelmed with your friends' support but even more grateful to have met such an understanding person.
Thank you so much for the request! Aromanticism definitely needs more representation! I think Muichiro would be the perfect friend for this, such a precious boy. Anyway I hope I did this justice for you, and happy pride month everyone!
