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I'm officially a part of DC Gotcha for Gaza fan initiative!

Us and a ton of other DC fan artists and writers will be creating art of your choosing if you donate to a verified Palestinian GoFundMe or purchase an Esim! Fill out this form once you've donated with proof to request some sick DC art~ This'll be going until August 18th!

Might I recommend Bilal's family fundraiser? He and I have chatted back and forth in the DMs and his fundraiser has been vetted. He's got a time limit to reach his goal by the 15th, let's help him get there!

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I promise I'm working on my inbox asks but also! Caped Crusader Penguin is making my brain go BRRBRBRBRBBRBR rn so if anyone has any ideas about her please shoot me an ask. I wanna write with her. I'll do it either way but this gives me an excuse to write even more lol.

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Id love to request headcannon relationships of Death Of The Endless x Male Reader (a reader who had a near death experience and fell in love with Death herself, Death takes an interest on him)

Death of the Endless/Male!Reader Relationship Headcanons

((Uggghhh! Death is so pretty and kind and fun. What a dream-girl, no pun-intended. I hope you like this! I kept the near death ambiguous in case there was a specific circumstance you had in mind. Also TW For brief mention of dangerous risk-taking behaviors and obviously repeated discussions of death as a concept. I tried to write it in a way that was distinctly not reminiscent of realistic self-destructive behaviors and it's not how you gain Death's favor. But I figured there's no harm in over-warning.

When you first meet Death it's hard to process what's happening. You don't remember how you got to the hospital but suddenly you're looking down at yourself. It was a bit horrifying how…empty you looked in that bed. But you quickly forgot that when you saw…her? Was Death a her? She chuckled and told you it would work well enough. She was beautiful. Raven black hair that stuck out in all directions and dark, kohl-lined eyes that seemed bottomless but warm at the same time. Despite the terror, there’s a sort of safety and peace that just exudes off of her. She reaches out a hand to you but just as you go to take it, she wrenches away. You try to reach out again, to find that peace, but she steps away. “Sorry for the fright. Seems I’m a bit early.” You ask if you’ll see her again? When? “Well I can’t tell you that, but we’ll definitely meet again.”

You’d woken up hours later, like it was all some sort of odd dream. And for a good while, you were insistent it was. But you couldn’t help but wonder if…just maybe there was something more to it than that. You deep-dived into any sort of accounts or reports from people with similar experiences. You weren’t trying to be a stalker or anything just couldn’t get her out of your head. And just think of all the questions you could ask! What this could mean for religion and philosophy and well, everything! So eventually, on nothing but hope and a hunch, you took to hanging around graveyards. You would tend to the graves and look around but mostly, just sort of wait. And you didn’t have to wait long. You couldn’t read her at first, “Looking for Death in a graveyard? A bit on the nose don’t you think?” Well, you could have started alligator wrestling but who likes a guy coming to bother them at their job? She actually laughed and in an instant, she seemed less like this untouchable force of nature and more like, well, human. And it was just as wonderful~

You weren’t quite sure how you managed to convince her to stick around with you. Perhaps her little sibling played a part. Or perhaps she just decided one day wasn't really enough to understand the human experience. Either way, she started visiting more often. While she tried to resist the urge to take you as a lover, having seen how disastrous it often ended for the other Endless, she figured at the very least, she’d never damn you to Hell, so how bad could it work out? She assured herself that as the primary psychopomp of Earth, she wouldn’t allow herself to pick favorites when the time eventually came. Whether she’s able to hold herself to that or not…well you’ll have to wait and see.

It’s a little hard to not feel a bit out-matched or at least out of your depth when talking to her. She’s an immortal, an Endless, what could you, a mere human, have to offer her. What you don’t understand, at least not right away at least, is that’s exactly what she loves about you. Sure, she saw Shakespeare when it was first performed, but she can never quite enjoy it, or grasp the human concepts that made it so timeless. Don’t get me wrong, she’s much more in touch with humanity than her siblings and they’re not completely alien to her. But how can you understand what it means to love another if you’ve never felt the innocent shyness of a childhood crush, or grown old with the exact right person, wrinkled and toothless faces looking as beautiful to each other as the day you first met. The sadness that can only be felt by someone who has something to lose. The near-hysteric, absurd humor you can only get when you’re completely exhausted. Seeing all the little ways you interact, react, and engage with the world around you, a world she’ll always be on the fringes of, well, it makes her feel closer to this beautiful, beautiful life than she ever has.

This often leads you to the sometimes best, sometimes worst, but always the weirdest dates you’ve ever been on. Bug-hunts, a concert for a band no one’s ever heard of, trying to make actually Everything Bagel, etc. She wants to try everything and experience it through you. Though you might have to reel in the zest for life when she brings out the world's spiciest gummy bear. She just gets a bit excited and ahead of herself in her desire to finally vicariously try all the things that she can’t squeeze into a single day. But she also understands that you need downtime too and is happy to just spend time relaxing with you.

The only thing she’ll never ever do, is take you to work with her. It’s a line she’s unwilling to cross, for two reasons. Number One: It’s invasive, and while she tries her best to be a friend to those who need it most in their final moments, it’s often an incredibly painful and private moment, and she can’t imagine most would want an audience for it. Number Two: While the Endless, and particularly her, were built to bear the collective joy and grief of a universe, humans are not. She’s terrified if she were to share even a fraction of the grief she witnesses with you, it would break something inside you no amount of time could heal. Perhaps not, but she’s unwilling to risk it with someone so precious to her.

While this might seem obvious, her body is ice-fucking-cold. It’s unclear if this bothers her or if she even knows it, but you don’t think so if the constant tank-tops are any indication. She says that you feel warm though, and you definitely are at least compared to her. On the plus side, she’s always snuggling up to you or holding your hand or otherwise trying to leech heat. On the downside, it feels like someone dropped an icicle down your shirt in the middle of a nice cuddle sesh. You try to bite back your shivers as her hands find their way around you. All you can do is hold her closer and cover you both up in another blanket. Not bad for a brush with Death.

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I’m cooking a scarecrow cosplay design…. Ouuuu I’m cooking all right, I’m gonna (try) make a 80s scarecrow cocktail

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Hey! Positive life update: Finally got a new job! While there will be more working hours, I won't spend every hour not at work desperately putting in applications and writing cover letters lol. So thank you everyone for your patience and hopefully I should be able to finish up requests faster going forwards!

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I definitely understand what you're saying, and appreciate this point. I think a lot of the people who claim that superheroes are fascist are looking at things a bit superficially. Superheroes have highly antifascist origins, and on a very literal level were invented to oppose German fascism.

However, they also have some bones that could then be taken in a fascist direction, such as the idea of an Ubermensch leading the masses, patriotism, violent anti-crime policies, vigilante violence, etc. This is not to say that superheroes are inherently fascist but rather that they have the potential to be misused in this capacity.

Frank Miller is one of the most famous and influential names in comics who in many ways created the rise in violent fascistic and anti-heroes in the late 80s and 90s such as his take on Batman and the Punisher (not exclusive to Frank Miller). Ironically, Garth Ennis's take on the Punisher is both heavily inspired by Frank's work with Batman but taking it up a notch and his work with the Boys is largely an extension of this project. This emphasis that both Ennis and Miller place on the idea of an "invasive social degeneracy" that is coddled by weak liberal elites and can only be solved via violent vigilantes is highly reminiscent of fascist ideas. And uses the same language that is used to rally far right young men into radical terrorist organizations.

While they both tend to justify this language by making the opposition to their fascist Macho Men be the most extreme forms of evil they can imagine (usually pedophilia) they sometimes show their asses, such as the extreme Islamaphobia of Miller in Holy Terror or that the main moral flaw of Jack from Jupiter that supposedly puts him on par with the rest of the team is having sex with transgender women.

And that's just modern comics, Steve Ditko who is one of the biggest figures in Marvel comics alongside Stan Lee is a hardcore Randian Objectivist who regularly shares while not fascist, but fairly anti-humanist, pro-authority opinions. Besides the same "Great Man protecting the pathetic, stupid, selfish masses" that all super hero stories fall into a little bit, he often depicts protestors in a consistently bad light, and in his Mr. A stories where he had complete creative control would say all criminals and criminal enablers (i.e. people who disagreed with him) should die. While not explicitly, specifically fascist, these are highly extremist and right-wing ideas that speak to the same driving forces of fascism, this idea of a socially degenerate parasite class that must be eliminated.

These are three of some of the most influential figures in comics and not only do their stories and characters have roots in fascism but the hundreds of stories and characters inspired by their work also have these echoes of fascism. Once again, I think it's extremely disingenuous and unfair to say that all superheroes are fascist. That ignores both their origins and the countless talented and passionate writers and artists who have strived to tell fantastic stories about helping people and kindness and equality and justice, who are just as influential. The superhero is no more fascist than the movie monster or Noir Detective or any other broad archetype.

That said, in the long history of superheroes, there have been many times that this archetype has been used to spread fascist and far-right ideas. And these are some of the most mainstream and well-known interpretations of the archetype, including the very story that the Boys creators are adapting. So it is a worthwhile and justified criticism of the archetype and I believe they are doing a decent job discussing it, and using the archetype as a vehicle to tell a broader political message.

I still can't get over the fact that the creators of The Boys TV show think superheroes are fascist.

Superheroes were made largely by Jewish people, many of whom fled antisemitic persecution. American Superheroes fought the Nazis before the real America join the war. Superheroes are vigilantes who use their strength to protect the weak.

Superheroes are as anti-fascist as they come.

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Masterlist!

Fics

SFW

Settling - Marvel's Spiderman Octogoblin Angst

NSFW

Headscissoring - Wonder Woman/GN!Reader

Headcanons

Polka-Dot Man Relationship Headcanons SFW + NSFW - GN!Reader

Polka-Dot man/Male!Reader/Captain Boomerang Ot3 Headcanons

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Thank you so much for the detailed reply! It's the best feeling in the world when someone sees/acknowledges what you were going for. I'm really glad you liked it! You definitely made my week!

Hi there. I have a writing request, if you have time. Specifically for Norman/Otto from the Spiderman PS game. They have *history* and I'd love a ficlet of the time their relationship disintegrated over ethics and they break-up (with a lot of feelings still left on both sides). Angst really isn't my strong suit so perhaps you can provide?

Settling - Octogoblin Angst - 2.4K words

((Thank you so much for this request! Those two are my favorite Divorced Couple and I love the PS4 version of them. There’s so many layers and so much history to their relationship. Neither of them is a perfect person and they bring out the worst in each other. I love angst and arguments so this was really fun lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Dr. Octavius’s chest shuddered as he tried to steady his breathing. His hands folded over each other as he hung his head as low as possible. As if he just curled up far enough he’d be able to disappear entirely. God what he wouldn’t give to just disappear. Any time he closed his eyes, the afterburn of the light reminded him of the fluorescent blood splatters that had coated nearly the entire lab. And the screams…he didn’t need to speak the language to understand the terror in their voices. He should have done something. But he couldn’t have done anything, Norman had stopped him. He knew the man was desperate but he never thought he’d do something so stupid.

“You look like you could use a drink.” An uncharacteristically-soft but still familiar voice came from behind him. Otto flinched away from the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t heard the man come in, too lost in thought to really register anything around him. Norman leaned against the work-desk across from where Otto was sitting. A brandy decatur rested on the table beside him, the time for drinking from glasses clearly having passed. He took a sip and fruitlessly tried to smooth back where his hair was beginning to frizz out. “We won by the way. No thanks to you.”

“Won?”

“Of course we won. Kid’s public defender couldn’t even be bothered to pay for a translator. If anything the settlement was more generous than it needed to be. If he plays his cards right he should be set for life.”

“He’s an orphan, Norman. No amount of money changes that.”

“And I suppose that’s my fault too? How could I have possibly predicted that he would turn into- that he would become- whatever that was.”

“But you didn’t know! That’s the whole point!” Otto stood up and closed the distance between them, “You didn’t know what the virus would do, but you did it anyway! How many times did I tell you it wasn’t ready? If you had just listened-!”

“If I had listened to you the boy would be dead. With us having spent years fussing over every little detail before even testing the damn thing. He didn’t have time to wait.”

“You mean you didn’t have time to wait.”

Norman’s face dropped from its dismissive annoyance into an utterly expressionless mask. Otto hated that face. Even Norman’s anger was better than when he wasn’t Norman at all. “What do you mean by that?” His tone is flat but as cold and caustic as solid CO2.

“I know this is about Emily.”

“Oh? Is it? Is there something about me attempting to cure my dying wife that you find unacceptable?”

“Norman- Arrgh! You’re twisting my words. I hate when you do this! You know that’s not-”

“I should have known that’s what this was about.” Norman chuckled but there wasn’t a trace of humor in it, “Christ, you’re pathetic. Anyone ever tell you, you get real cruel when you’re feeling sorry for yourself?”

Otto’s hands tightened into fists at his side as he let out a shuddery breath. Norman was just deflecting. He was just saying whatever he could think of to make him upset, that way he wouldn’t have to actually defend his actions. “This isn’t about her.”

“You can’t even say her name can you?”

Otto raised his voice, trying to speak over him, ignoring the jab, “This is about you being reckless-”

“No Otto. You brought her up. You made it about Emily. So let's talk about Emily. I was very honest with you from the beginning about what I needed and what I could and couldn’t do. You promised me you wouldn’t do this.”

“I know. I know what I said. I know I can’t…” Can’t give him a family. Can never be his husband. “Give you what you want.” He understood that. Really, he did. When Norman and him first started this, whatever this was, nearly a decade ago, he had understood it would have to come to an end. They’d never be able to make a name for themselves if they couldn’t at least pretend to be straight. He’d even understood when Norman had suggested staying together in secret while they both pursued other relationships that could provide them cover or in Norman’s case, a chance at fatherhood. He’d understood that and hadn’t minded all the sneaking around and playing the best friend. And he could have lived his whole life like that, if it was just a cover. But it wasn’t. Norman had gone and fallen in love with her.

And the worst part is, he couldn’t even hate her for it. She was too much of a damned saint. He couldn’t blame Norman for falling in love with her, in another life, he might have too. She was brilliant, there was no denying that, and maybe even more admirably, she was passionate. She was always thinking of new ways to heal the world. Not only as a scientist but as a humanitarian. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of Norman when they’d first met. Back when O’scorp was going to bring humanity into the future, before the company had swallowed him whole. She was perfect and he’s just…familiar. Nostalgic maybe. A habit Norman can’t quit.

“You are what I want. Damn it Otto!” He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face before closing the distance. He rested his hands on the others shoulders, as if doing so would force him to stay but still unwilling to pull him any closer. “I care about you, and I want you in my life. But I also have a family to consider. I love all of you, and I don’t want to lose her or you. You have to understand the position I’m in.”

“I understand…” Otto swallowed the lump in his throat. He understood perfectly.

Norman sighed in relief, “Thank you. I just don’t know what I’ll do if she…”

“She’s not going to die. That I’m sure of.” He pulled away from Norman’s hands in order to put his own on his shoulders. “You have some of the greatest minds in the world working here. I know you’ll manage to find a cure.”

“We’ll find a cure.”

“No…” Otto steeled every nerve in his body screaming at him to stop. To think about what he was doing. To think about what he was throwing away. He couldn’t say no to Norman. He never said no to Norman. He needed to stop before he said something he couldn’t take back. Stop. Stop. STOP. But no. He couldn’t stop. He’d made up his mind when he’d heard the boy wailing for the mother and father that were splattered across his face. “No. You’ll find a cure. I’m leaving the company.”

“What?” Norman wrenched away from him, “You can’t leave. Why would you leave? Is this about Emily?”

“I already told you. This isn’t about her. This is about your complete disregard for any sort of procedure. You went behind my back to do the first human trial of a medical procedure that wasn’t even approved for animals. The fact that you would do something so monumentally stupid and selfish and reckless and…and…” He could forgive a lot of things. He could forgive the cruelty and the ego and all the little ways that Norman drove him absolutely insane. But at the end of the day- “I just can’t trust you anymore. I don’t like where you’re taking O’scorp, and I won’t have my name dragged down with it.”

Norman reached out to him again but he stepped back, maintaining a distance, “You’re one of our lead scientists. Even if you hate me, think of what it would do to the company. Your talent would be wasted anywhere else, and our grants would be wasted on anyone other than you.”

Pins pricked at Otto’s chest and at the corners of his eyes. Of course he’d have to threaten to leave before Norman would dole out a scrap of validation. He couldn’t deny it had an effect on him. The part of him that was still a scholarship student, craving the praise and attention of his peer despite hating him for being everything he wasn't, called out to him, begged him to reconsider. That he needed this. Needed Norman. That without him he was nothing. Well, they’d have to see about that, but he’d be less than nothing if he stayed. “I can’t be a part of this…Whatever this company is becoming. I want to help people. I wanted to fix the world with you. But you only care about yourself.”

A flash of genuine hurt crossed his features, “Do you really think so low of me?”

“I…” Yes? No. Maybe? “I have to go.”

Norman pulled away from him, straightening up as his face dropped into one of cold indifference, “Fine. But understand if this is what you want, you’ll be doing this on your own. You’ll have to find a new source of funding.”

Otto rolled his eyes, “Obviously.”

“Alright. I’ll schedule a time for you to meet with the legal team to discuss your settlement. All further communication will be going through the company’s legal team and a representative of your choosing.”

“What settlement?”

Otto could make out the slightest twitch of a smile before Norman quickly turned away, “Don’t worry, Dr. Octavius. You will be compensated for your time and effort on Oscorp’s projects. In exchange you will turn over all current research and prototypes to the company, with the understanding that any and all use of previous studies or patented prototypes would be in violation of the non-compete clause in your contract.”

“What? What are you talking about? That’s my research!”

“It’s Oscorp’s research. Gained from studies conducted by you but under Oscorp’s roof, with Oscorp funds, with Oscorp technology, with test subjects compensated by Oscorp.” He looked at Otto and this time he couldn’t hide the slight smirk, “You’re a smart man Otto, do I really need to keep going?”

“You…You can’t do this!” All his work…Years of his life that he’d dedicated to this company. It would be like it never happened. So much time wasted. He knew it would be difficult to start over, but to have to abandon everything he’d been working on. It would set him back years, maybe even decades if he couldn’t find another sponsor. Would he even be able to work in the same field? He hadn’t even looked into the extent of any non-compete clauses. It hadn’t mattered because this company was supposed to be his. He and Norman had built it together. It was supposed to be their legacy. “This company is as much mine as it is yours! I have a right to my own research! I’ll sue you!”

“You’ll lose, Octavius. Just like always~ You think you know the law better than my people? Be smart and take the settlement.”

The faux sympathy in his tone strummed at Otto’s raw nerves. He’d seen this monster before, but it had never been directed at him. He knew there was only one way this story ended. “And what if I go to the press?”

“And tell them what? That you signed a perfectly legal contract that only now isn’t fair? Or maybe you intend to break an iron-clad NDA in which case you and anyone who reports what you say will be slapped with a lawsuit so fast your heads will spin.” Norman stepped into his space again and Otto fought the urge to back away. He cringed at the glint of mania in the eyes of the man he thought was his best friend, wincing as he punctuated his sentences with a poke to the chest. “You’ve never had what it takes to run this business. It’s always been mine. While you wasted my time and money with your little projects, I’ve been the one keeping the lights on. I was the one going to the meetings and talking to the investors you considered yourself above. I was the one who put up the funds to build this company and it’s my name on every piece of paperwork because you couldn’t be bothered to properly patent anything. I was the one who insisted you were a good candidate for any project you’ve ever gotten the privilege of working on. And I was the one who gave you a way out from your destiny of utter anonymity and you’re not as smart as I gave you credit for if you think I can’t put you right back.”

Otto wanted to scream. He wanted to hurt him. His mind ran a thousand miles a minute with the things he wanted to say. Every little insecurity. Everything Norman had ever dared be vulnerable about, which admittedly wasn’t much. He wanted to dig a needle inside him so precisely that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t ever be able to claw it out. He could swear his ears were ringing and he’d never hated anyone more than he did in this moment. Well, maybe. He could swear, just barely audible over the pounding of his heart, he could hear his mother's cruel snarl. Look what you did! This is all your fault! Why’d you have to be so mean? You’re just like him. “We’ll see about that. For the sake of professionalism, this should probably be our last meeting. I’ll go and collect my personal effects from my office and will be speaking with the legal team soon.”

He kept his head up but didn’t look towards Norman again as he collected his things and made his way towards the door. As he went to leave, a voice called out from behind him and he hated the way he almost perked up at the sound before he crashed back to reality, “You’re welcome to come crawling back anytime, O.” He didn’t even dignify him with a pause before closing the door on that chapter of his life. Starting over was hard but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to re-envision the future he planned for himself. And this time he wouldn’t let anyone else take it away.

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Hi there. I have a writing request, if you have time. Specifically for Norman/Otto from the Spiderman PS game. They have *history* and I'd love a ficlet of the time their relationship disintegrated over ethics and they break-up (with a lot of feelings still left on both sides). Angst really isn't my strong suit so perhaps you can provide?

Settling - Octogoblin Angst - 2.4K words

((Thank you so much for this request! Those two are my favorite Divorced Couple and I love the PS4 version of them. There’s so many layers and so much history to their relationship. Neither of them is a perfect person and they bring out the worst in each other. I love angst and arguments so this was really fun lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Dr. Octavius’s chest shuddered as he tried to steady his breathing. His hands folded over each other as he hung his head as low as possible. As if he just curled up far enough he’d be able to disappear entirely. God what he wouldn’t give to just disappear. Any time he closed his eyes, the afterburn of the light reminded him of the fluorescent blood splatters that had coated nearly the entire lab. And the screams…he didn’t need to speak the language to understand the terror in their voices. He should have done something. But he couldn’t have done anything, Norman had stopped him. He knew the man was desperate but he never thought he’d do something so stupid.

“You look like you could use a drink.” An uncharacteristically-soft but still familiar voice came from behind him. Otto flinched away from the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t heard the man come in, too lost in thought to really register anything around him. Norman leaned against the work-desk across from where Otto was sitting. A brandy decatur rested on the table beside him, the time for drinking from glasses clearly having passed. He took a sip and fruitlessly tried to smooth back where his hair was beginning to frizz out. “We won by the way. No thanks to you.”

“Won?”

“Of course we won. Kid’s public defender couldn’t even be bothered to pay for a translator. If anything the settlement was more generous than it needed to be. If he plays his cards right he should be set for life.”

“He’s an orphan, Norman. No amount of money changes that.”

“And I suppose that’s my fault too? How could I have possibly predicted that he would turn into- that he would become- whatever that was.”

“But you didn’t know! That’s the whole point!” Otto stood up and closed the distance between them, “You didn’t know what the virus would do, but you did it anyway! How many times did I tell you it wasn’t ready? If you had just listened-!”

“If I had listened to you the boy would be dead. With us having spent years fussing over every little detail before even testing the damn thing. He didn’t have time to wait.”

“You mean you didn’t have time to wait.”

Norman’s face dropped from its dismissive annoyance into an utterly expressionless mask. Otto hated that face. Even Norman’s anger was better than when he wasn’t Norman at all. “What do you mean by that?” His tone is flat but as cold and caustic as solid CO2.

“I know this is about Emily.”

“Oh? Is it? Is there something about me attempting to cure my dying wife that you find unacceptable?”

“Norman- Arrgh! You’re twisting my words. I hate when you do this! You know that’s not-”

“I should have known that’s what this was about.” Norman chuckled but there wasn’t a trace of humor in it, “Christ, you’re pathetic. Anyone ever tell you, you get real cruel when you’re feeling sorry for yourself?”

Otto’s hands tightened into fists at his side as he let out a shuddery breath. Norman was just deflecting. He was just saying whatever he could think of to make him upset, that way he wouldn’t have to actually defend his actions. “This isn’t about her.”

“You can’t even say her name can you?”

Otto raised his voice, trying to speak over him, ignoring the jab, “This is about you being reckless-”

“No Otto. You brought her up. You made it about Emily. So let's talk about Emily. I was very honest with you from the beginning about what I needed and what I could and couldn’t do. You promised me you wouldn’t do this.”

“I know. I know what I said. I know I can’t…” Can’t give him a family. Can never be his husband. “Give you what you want.” He understood that. Really, he did. When Norman and him first started this, whatever this was, nearly a decade ago, he had understood it would have to come to an end. They’d never be able to make a name for themselves if they couldn’t at least pretend to be straight. He’d even understood when Norman had suggested staying together in secret while they both pursued other relationships that could provide them cover or in Norman’s case, a chance at fatherhood. He’d understood that and hadn’t minded all the sneaking around and playing the best friend. And he could have lived his whole life like that, if it was just a cover. But it wasn’t. Norman had gone and fallen in love with her.

And the worst part is, he couldn’t even hate her for it. She was too much of a damned saint. He couldn’t blame Norman for falling in love with her, in another life, he might have too. She was brilliant, there was no denying that, and maybe even more admirably, she was passionate. She was always thinking of new ways to heal the world. Not only as a scientist but as a humanitarian. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of Norman when they’d first met. Back when O’scorp was going to bring humanity into the future, before the company had swallowed him whole. She was perfect and he’s just…familiar. Nostalgic maybe. A habit Norman can’t quit.

“You are what I want. Damn it Otto!” He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face before closing the distance. He rested his hands on the others shoulders, as if doing so would force him to stay but still unwilling to pull him any closer. “I care about you, and I want you in my life. But I also have a family to consider. I love all of you, and I don’t want to lose her or you. You have to understand the position I’m in.”

“I understand…” Otto swallowed the lump in his throat. He understood perfectly.

Norman sighed in relief, “Thank you. I just don’t know what I’ll do if she…”

“She’s not going to die. That I’m sure of.” He pulled away from Norman’s hands in order to put his own on his shoulders. “You have some of the greatest minds in the world working here. I know you’ll manage to find a cure.”

“We’ll find a cure.”

“No…” Otto steeled every nerve in his body screaming at him to stop. To think about what he was doing. To think about what he was throwing away. He couldn’t say no to Norman. He never said no to Norman. He needed to stop before he said something he couldn’t take back. Stop. Stop. STOP. But no. He couldn’t stop. He’d made up his mind when he’d heard the boy wailing for the mother and father that were splattered across his face. “No. You’ll find a cure. I’m leaving the company.”

“What?” Norman wrenched away from him, “You can’t leave. Why would you leave? Is this about Emily?”

“I already told you. This isn’t about her. This is about your complete disregard for any sort of procedure. You went behind my back to do the first human trial of a medical procedure that wasn’t even approved for animals. The fact that you would do something so monumentally stupid and selfish and reckless and…and…” He could forgive a lot of things. He could forgive the cruelty and the ego and all the little ways that Norman drove him absolutely insane. But at the end of the day- “I just can’t trust you anymore. I don’t like where you’re taking O’scorp, and I won’t have my name dragged down with it.”

Norman reached out to him again but he stepped back, maintaining a distance, “You’re one of our lead scientists. Even if you hate me, think of what it would do to the company. Your talent would be wasted anywhere else, and our grants would be wasted on anyone other than you.”

Pins pricked at Otto’s chest and at the corners of his eyes. Of course he’d have to threaten to leave before Norman would dole out a scrap of validation. He couldn’t deny it had an effect on him. The part of him that was still a scholarship student, craving the praise and attention of his peer despite hating him for being everything he wasn't, called out to him, begged him to reconsider. That he needed this. Needed Norman. That without him he was nothing. Well, they’d have to see about that, but he’d be less than nothing if he stayed. “I can’t be a part of this…Whatever this company is becoming. I want to help people. I wanted to fix the world with you. But you only care about yourself.”

A flash of genuine hurt crossed his features, “Do you really think so low of me?”

“I…” Yes? No. Maybe? “I have to go.”

Norman pulled away from him, straightening up as his face dropped into one of cold indifference, “Fine. But understand if this is what you want, you’ll be doing this on your own. You’ll have to find a new source of funding.”

Otto rolled his eyes, “Obviously.”

“Alright. I’ll schedule a time for you to meet with the legal team to discuss your settlement. All further communication will be going through the company’s legal team and a representative of your choosing.”

“What settlement?”

Otto could make out the slightest twitch of a smile before Norman quickly turned away, “Don’t worry, Dr. Octavius. You will be compensated for your time and effort on Oscorp’s projects. In exchange you will turn over all current research and prototypes to the company, with the understanding that any and all use of previous studies or patented prototypes would be in violation of the non-compete clause in your contract.”

“What? What are you talking about? That’s my research!”

“It’s Oscorp’s research. Gained from studies conducted by you but under Oscorp’s roof, with Oscorp funds, with Oscorp technology, with test subjects compensated by Oscorp.” He looked at Otto and this time he couldn’t hide the slight smirk, “You’re a smart man Otto, do I really need to keep going?”

“You…You can’t do this!” All his work…Years of his life that he’d dedicated to this company. It would be like it never happened. So much time wasted. He knew it would be difficult to start over, but to have to abandon everything he’d been working on. It would set him back years, maybe even decades if he couldn’t find another sponsor. Would he even be able to work in the same field? He hadn’t even looked into the extent of any non-compete clauses. It hadn’t mattered because this company was supposed to be his. He and Norman had built it together. It was supposed to be their legacy. “This company is as much mine as it is yours! I have a right to my own research! I’ll sue you!”

“You’ll lose, Octavius. Just like always~ You think you know the law better than my people? Be smart and take the settlement.”

The faux sympathy in his tone strummed at Otto’s raw nerves. He’d seen this monster before, but it had never been directed at him. He knew there was only one way this story ended. “And what if I go to the press?”

“And tell them what? That you signed a perfectly legal contract that only now isn’t fair? Or maybe you intend to break an iron-clad NDA in which case you and anyone who reports what you say will be slapped with a lawsuit so fast your heads will spin.” Norman stepped into his space again and Otto fought the urge to back away. He cringed at the glint of mania in the eyes of the man he thought was his best friend, wincing as he punctuated his sentences with a poke to the chest. “You’ve never had what it takes to run this business. It’s always been mine. While you wasted my time and money with your little projects, I’ve been the one keeping the lights on. I was the one going to the meetings and talking to the investors you considered yourself above. I was the one who put up the funds to build this company and it’s my name on every piece of paperwork because you couldn’t be bothered to properly patent anything. I was the one who insisted you were a good candidate for any project you’ve ever gotten the privilege of working on. And I was the one who gave you a way out from your destiny of utter anonymity and you’re not as smart as I gave you credit for if you think I can’t put you right back.”

Otto wanted to scream. He wanted to hurt him. His mind ran a thousand miles a minute with the things he wanted to say. Every little insecurity. Everything Norman had ever dared be vulnerable about, which admittedly wasn’t much. He wanted to dig a needle inside him so precisely that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t ever be able to claw it out. He could swear his ears were ringing and he’d never hated anyone more than he did in this moment. Well, maybe. He could swear, just barely audible over the pounding of his heart, he could hear his mother's cruel snarl. Look what you did! This is all your fault! Why’d you have to be so mean? You’re just like him. “We’ll see about that. For the sake of professionalism, this should probably be our last meeting. I’ll go and collect my personal effects from my office and will be speaking with the legal team soon.”

He kept his head up but didn’t look towards Norman again as he collected his things and made his way towards the door. As he went to leave, a voice called out from behind him and he hated the way he almost perked up at the sound before he crashed back to reality, “You’re welcome to come crawling back anytime, O.” He didn’t even dignify him with a pause before closing the door on that chapter of his life. Starting over was hard but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to re-envision the future he planned for himself. And this time he wouldn’t let anyone else take it away.

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Do you also write for The Sandman characters?

I'd love to try! Though I'll admit I've only read a few Sandman comics (Season of Mists, A Dream of 1000 Cats, A Game of You) as well as The Devil in the Gateway (the Mike Carey Lucifer spinoff) and the Bill Willingham Thesaly spinoff. I've also watched the show, but I'm not sure how accurate those interpretations are considered. Also, I don't know if I could do Neil Gaiman's writing justice lol, but I'm happy to give it a shot if those facts aren't dealbreakers for you.

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Hello there!! Could I request polkadot man dating headcanons SFW and NSFW please

I had two asks that were pretty much the same but I wanted to make sure you got the notification! Thank you for the ask!

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OMG it was so nice to read about your blog! I'm on my knees praying to you like a god for some Polka-dot man x reader headcanons. preferably romantic or smut (whatever you feel comfortable writing) I just wanna give him the love he deserves <3

((He's my fucking MAAAAAAAN! I'm so glad other people like him!

Polka-Dot Man Relationship Headcanons SFW + NSFW

SFW Headcanons

So I’m not going to get too into the weeds of how you guys got together because I already covered that in OT3 fic. But suffice is to say that it’s gotta be slow-burn friends to lovers 30k words 40 chapters. So when you finally do start dating you’re already pretty comfortable with each other. In a lot of ways that makes things easy. But knowing when to take it slow and how exactly to transition your relationship from a platonic one to a non-platonic one takes time. You spend the first week or so dancing around each other trying to bait the other into making first moves, like him nudging his hand against yours during a movie, or you leaning in so you can “get rid of an eyelash”. Eventually he breaks and asks to hold your hand and you both hopefully learn that you have to use your words to get what you want!

Living with the virus outside Belle Reeves is difficult. He can’t go more than six hours before the initial symptoms start to show. There's very few safe places for him to expel his dots without major property damage. The safest option, albeit not the most environmentally friendly, is a backyard or a private place in a local park. Anywhere where large amounts of matter can be displaced with little damage to infrastructure. Maybe you can cut a deal with the city's waste management department lol. There's also the physical side effect. As much as he desperately wants to fit in, it can be hard when there's a big glowing hazard sign threatening to burst out of his face. It can make going out in public anxiety-producing, which doesn’t help anything. He was given a more subtle power dampening collar as part of his parole. This helps him sleep through the night but comes with its own unpleasant side effects like headaches and nausea. Not to mention that any sort of medical equipment or restraints are mildly triggering. Like a lot of chronic/long term medical problems, there's no easy fix, you just have to establish care plans, stick to what works and try to be patient when things don't work out.

For related and unrelated reasons, dates can be kind of hard. So many years of only seeing the same four walls until eventually seeing a different same four walls have left him desperate for any and every experience he can. But that can easily swing back the other direction, leaving him overstimulated from all of the noise and bright lights and people all bearing the face that haunts him. He wants to do all the things he could only read about in books or watch on TV when he was younger. He wants to try new foods and go to new places and just have fun for once. But sometimes it’s just too much, especially in particularly loud, crowded, or otherwise overwhelming places. And then that leads to a new wave of frustration and anxiety because he wants so badly to do normal couple things with you but it feels like he always ruins it. He doesn’t of course but it’s hard to not feel frustrated. Though that isn’t to say there aren't plenty of fun things to do together, you just have to work your way up to the big stuff. His favorite date you’ve been on was probably the trip to the aquarium. It was so beautiful and peaceful! Although he did insist that you just move on past the Echinoderm exhibit. Also fun pseudo/at-home dates include Mystery Meal Nights in which you try to find a new take-out place or at least a new food from one of the classics. And, while he won’t instigate it, he does really like dancing with you. He likes it in general, but unless he’s mildly to majorly drunk he won’t dance in public. So you can have little living room dance parties with just the two of you~ He doesn’t dance particularly well, but that just makes it more fun. Dance comes from the heart and that, he has plenty of.

So sort of paralleling the sensory issues I’ve already mentioned. He is simultaneously extremely touch-starved and desperate for affection, but will also sort of out of nowhere get touched-out and just kind of need space. For the first half of his life he was pretty much exclusively around family, and then was put into solitary for most of the rest of it. And now he has you! Someone he loves so so much and wants to hug and kiss and cuddle and all the other things boyfriends are supposed to do. Sometimes it’s just still too foreign and overwhelming, although the longer you two date, the easier it gets and the less often these moments occur. But on the flipside, when he does feel touchy, he might as well be made of Velcro. Every time you cross a new line of acceptable relationship behavior (hand-holding, kissing, etc.), he just adds that to the list of things he’s constantly trying to do. Sometimes he’s just so happy it doesn’t feel real, like he’s going to wake up and it will all be some crazy dream. Nothing in his real life could actually be this nice. He doesn’t articulate it when he feels like that, but you’ll know it by the way his breath shudders when he holds you close, or he holds you extra tight, murmuring an apology in your ear but not letting go. Not yet. Just in case.

NSFW Headcanons

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So related to the above, that touch starvation definitely translates sexually. While he eventually mellows out, especially early on in the relationship there's a sort of barely restrained desperation in everything he does. He doesn't ever instigate or suggest something new but the second you suggest or okay something he jumps on it. He just doesn't want to scare you off or push you, even if you want him just as badly. Whenever you're making out, he tries to press as close to you as humanly possible. His kisses are uncoordinated and a little sloppy but his eagerness is sexy in its own right. He's just been so pent up with no outlet or even privacy until now. And he was pining after you for so long. Can you blame him for trying to make up for lost time?

This man is sooooo desperate to please. He's just head over heels in love with you. You've brought so much joy and love to his life, he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. (At a less sexy time, it'd probably be good to talk with him about that feeling of debt and how you love him for who he is, not what he can do for you. But that’s a whole other demon.) So that being said, he’s pretty flexible. While he’s not exactly adventurous, he is open to suggestions. If you want him to take charge, he’ll do his best! Or he’s happy to follow instructions and let you take the lead. Service-Vers. Though, while he’d never ask for it because pleasing you is at the forefront, he’d really enjoy getting to be a pillow prince every once in a while. Just smothered in affection while you take care of everything and spoil him. He’d probably die of happiness.

To be perfectly honest, he’s pretty vanilla. But that’s not a bad thing! He likes gentle, romantic love-making in a bed with the lights dimmed. While he’s not opposed, per say, to trying something new every once in a while, he doesn’t really need anything other than you to make him happy. No matter how many times you two have sex it never gets old or feels less special. If anything it just gets better the more familiar and comfortable he becomes with your body and his own. He likes missionary best but is also a fan of really any position where he can hold you close and see/kiss your face. The one sort of kink he has is praise, though I’d argue everyone likes praise a little. Please tell him how he’s doing and how good you’re feeling. That he’s handsome and good and most of all: that you love him~ He never gets tired of hearing you say it~

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Wonder Woman headscissoring GN!Reader plz!

Reader likes Wonder Woman, she's strong and beautiful, and has great thighs.

They even want her to wrap her thighs around their head. Wonder Woman is surprised and confused by this request.

She eventually does so, doesn't fully understand the appeal but hey if it makes them happy then it works!

Wonder Woman/GN!Reader - Headscissoring - 1.5K words

Mild NSFW Under the Cut

“You know, you won’t get much use out of training if you don’t at least try to fight back.” Diana chuckles.

“I am trying! You have super strength, it’s an unfair fight!” You squirm against the full Nelson the Amazon is holding you in, squeezing your eyes shut against the glare of the Wonderdome’s pristine marble. The two of you often escape up here when she craves an escape from the extraordinary stresses of being Wonder Woman on top of the day to day stresses of being Diana Prince. The downside is that you can rarely pass by the training grounds without being dragged into an impromptu self defense lesson.

“I’ve taught you how to escape this. It’s a matter of leverage and flexibility. Strength just helps.” Okay, well, admittedly you aren't trying your hardest. Not that she can’t easily overpower you without breaking a sweat. But you just tend to linger in the holds longer than you probably need to. It isn’t out of a desire to be closer to her. There is no shortage of physical affection with Diana around. Even before you two became…well something more than friends she was all too eager to pull you into a hug, give you a sportsmanly pat on the butt on, or playfully punch you on the arm (leaving a bruise for a few weeks) And now that you are distinctly a something, there is hardly ever a desire unfulfilled, even if you usually have to tap out when exhaustion threatens to make you if you don’t.

Still, this is something you aren’t really sure how to address with her. She is always very straightforward with you, something you admire but it's a favor you sometimes struggle to return. You’ve always admired her physically, both romantically and purely objectively. She's a giant at 6’7”, strong and muscular and powerful in a way that is almost hard to imagine if you couldn’t see it with your own eyes. But you’d realized after the first few play-wrestling matches that your admiration went beyond platonic, and once you became a couple you realized maybe the wrestling in particular wasn’t purely for fun or training. The effortless way she can restrain you, arms bracketing your head or legs bracing yours sent blood rushing to your face, and not just due to limited oxygen.

She is just too beautiful! It isn’t fair! And the idea of telling her is just too embarrassing! Not that she's a shrinking violet, she'd probably understand. But while she speaks many languages of “Man's World” fluently, sometimes the cultural stuff still gets lost in translation. It doesn’t help that you aren’t entirely sure what you want, or at least when it comes to articulating it you're at a loss for words. But you know you want to be restrained, specifically around the head and specifically by her legs. God her legs. Her thighs~ How are you supposed to cope? She's so effortlessly confident and comfortable in her own skin. The last thing you want to do was make her uncomfortable even if you knew she’d be a good sport about it.

You feel the arms around your head slacken, “Are you alright, my friend?”

“Of course, sorry! Lost in thought.” You duck and tilt your hips to the side, “So move out and put the leg behind right?” You go to sweep the leg as you’d been taught but unlike in the usual drills, she’s unyielding. She releases the hold but not you, as she turns you to face her, hands on your waist, keeping you close. Her hands are strong but her expression is nothing but gentle.

“It’s alright if you’re ready to stop for the day, but if something’s troubling you I would hope you know you can tell me?”

You can’t help but flush and avert your eyes from the sheer sincerity in hers. “I’m fine. It’s nothing really.”

Her tone is level but firm, “Is this a secret you intend on keeping or should I press further?”

Once again you’re grateful for her understanding. She can easily make you tell the truth, the lasso at her waist would make sure of that. But she promised to never use it against you, with obvious exceptions including mind control, evil clones, or evil alternate yous from another dimension. You never can be too sure when dating a superhero. Still, sometimes it's easier to be honest with a little push, something she also understands. “I can’t say it.”

“Can’t or don’t want to?”

You hold up your wrists, “Can’t.”

She chuckles, and releases a foot or so from the Lasso of Truth, just enough to wrap around your wrists, “Now lets see if your tongue is more free~ What is it that’s on your mind?”

“I want you to squeeze my head with your thighs!” Even after the compulsion is fulfilled it all comes tumbling out, “You’re just…you’re so pretty and beautiful and your thighs are insane. And I just. I like it when you’re stronger than me and I can’t quite escape. And I like feeling your muscles flex and-”

“Alright, I believe I understand.” She chuckles and reels the rope back to her waist, “Although you simply could have told me.”

You hide your head in her chest, “I knoooow. It just felt… I don’t know.”

“Sex and wrestling are both deeply carnal and exhilarating experiences. It’s not a surprise at all that perhaps the lines between the two would blur. It’s actually quite common on Themyscira for a truly excellent match to escalate to-”

“Okay I get the point. I get the point.”

“Would you like to try it now?”

“Now?”

“Why not? We’re alone.” She sits down, spreading her legs slightly as the pleats of her skirt fall around the peaks of her thighs.

“Here?”

“Would this require a bed? I didn’t think your head would touch the ground. Besides, this is just a trial. If you enjoy yourself, perhaps we can extend it further next time. Now come here.” She pats her leg and you drop to your knees, crawling between her legs.

“Thank you.”

She kisses your forehead gently before cupping your head and pulling you into a quick but heated kiss. She pulls back, “Now, I’m afraid I’m not exactly sure what you want? Is it just to-” she trailed her sentence off by squeezing her thighs around your waist. Even though you can tell she’s being playful, it’s more than a little hot.

“Er, it’d probably be easier if I just-” You shuffle down, resting the very edge of your head against her pelvis, right at the apex of her thighs. You wrap her legs around you over your shoulders like a particularly buff boa. “And then uh, just, sort of squeeze?” She flexes slightly, thick and firm thighs enclosing your head but not much pressure being applied. “You can do it a little harder, I mean, if you want?” Her knees instantly tighten like a vice around your throat and you feel the blood rush to your head. It’s just on the edge of painful, but it’s only pressure, your lungs are still able to receive a limited, but sufficient amount of air. She quickly releases you.

“Like that? You didn’t specify how long I was to hold it.”

“Yeah~” You’re not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen or the fantasy coming true but you feel like a dime-store heroine about to swoon. “Just sort of hold it. I might touch your legs if that’s okay? I’ll tap your arm if I really want you to stop.”

“Alright.” She closes her thighs around your head again and you relax into the firm pressure enclosing you. She's so warm, and you could feel the muscles of her thighs twitch and flex against your cheeks as she occasionally readjusts or experiments on her own behalf. You look back to catch her eye and she shoots you a smile before squeezing harder. You can’t help but gasp as the air leaves your lungs but you don’t tap. Instead, you reach up to massage her thighs, kneading the hard muscle. Although she isn’t exerting enough strength for you to really notice any place where the muscles usually would have tensed. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as the blood floods to your face. Right as you think you might have to give, she relents. “I’ll admit, this is more fun than I would have guessed.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself~” you weakly chuckle and press a kiss to her inner thigh.

“Of course. Though I’m afraid I may have to cut things short in favor of a more participatory experience.”

“Oh?” Before you can ask any further questions she slips out from under you. You manage to catch your head before it collides with the marble floors. That’s all the reaction time you’re allotted though before those perfect thighs straddle your head again. She looks down at where you’re utterly pinned beneath her.

“If you insist on neglecting your combat training, perhaps another kind is in order.”

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Polkadot man × male reader × Captain Boomerang ot3 hcs pls? :3

((Based on them both being here, I assume both of them have been in the Suicide Squad/you’re going by their Suicide Squad version (Polka Dot Man doesn’t really have a character otherwise lmao). Usually though, unless a specific version is clarified, I’m just going to wing it.))

Getting Together Headcanons:

As you probably guessed, Digger is the one to make the first of any kind of move. Member of the squad, agent, hero, villain, man, woman, nonbinary, it doesn’t matter. If he thinks you’re cute, he doesn’t even ask your name before making sure you’re very aware that he does. Did you stand still long enough for him to approach? Congrats! You’re just his type! His sexual orientation would best be described as: Buzzard. Please make him work for it a bit, if for no other reason than his ego will become utterly unbearable otherwise. He’s cute but if those cheesy pick up lines actually get him your number he’s going to use them anytime he wants something (usually to get out of helping with a chore.)

While the relationship starts out really casual, if you’re willing to listen to him chat you up and down and brag about that time he almost (not even close) beat the Flash, well then he’s throwing you over his shoulder for a shotgun Elvis-Officiated wedding. There’s no reason to wait, you have to live each day like your last, literally in his case. Although he’s on parole now, he could be dragged back to some near-death mission or just arrested at any time. No matter how long you’re together you’ll never fully keep him out of trouble. He just loves it too much!

With Abner, it’s sort of the opposite, it takes a lot of time for you two to form first, a close friendship, and then slooooowly working your way up to a romantic relationship. There’s a lot of trauma there, and on top of that, almost thirty years of mental illness and unhealthy coping mechanisms developed to survive that trauma. So yeah, it’s a bit of a nonstarter for a while. But he does crave companionship, having been without it most of his life. So if you’re willing to be patient and understanding and work within his comfort zone, he quickly starts to open up (maybe a bit too much but you’re glad he feels safe enough to overshare?) Once he starts to see you as a safe person and a friend, it’s easier for him to physically see you as an individual and allow himself to look at you. The real you. And once he sees you…well, it’s hard for him not to catch feelings.

There’s not really much internalized homophobia to work through, if only because he’s always been an outcast, in his mind, what’s one more thing? You’re the first person to really be nice to him. How can it be wrong to pursue this? It takes him ages to express his feelings to you, and finding out about your thing with Digger just sets him back months of progress. He definitely spends about a weekend thinking about a way to kill him, before ultimately resigning himself for a lifetime of loneliness. Luckily, you notice what’s wrong and ask him about it. It doesn’t take much for all the bottled up feelings to come bursting out (possibly accompanied by dots.) It’s real emotional all around and you admit to returning his feelings and that, while you still want to be in a relationship with Digger, there might be a solution that can work for everyone.

I won’t lie, neither of them is super thrilled about the idea of an open relationship, well, Digger kinda likes it in theory but why him? It’s not so much that either of them are opposed to the idea, they’d never really thought about it before. Digger hadn’t been in many committed relationships that required actually discussing boundaries and Abner never thought he’d be in a relationship, let alone one and a half of one. I do think you have to start as more of a V than a triangle. They just really rub each other the wrong way. Abner thinks Digger's annoying and rude and Digger thinks he’s a “creepy lil’ cunt.” It also sort of brings out their insecurities whether they acknowledge it or not. They each thrive where the other falls short. Neither can see what you see in the other but they both love you and want desperately to try and make things work even if it means -ugh- spending time with each other.

But eventually, as they watch each other interact with you, they get to see the version of the other that you see. Digger can be sweet when he wants to be (or wants something.) Abner is capable of cracking a joke about once a month. Maybe they aren’t completely unbearable. And if you like them, how bad can they be? And what was a begrudging truce slowly blossoms into something more, even if they’re both a little too emotionally constipated to actually put it into words.

General Relationship Headcanons:

I hope you enjoy your scary and small but ferocious dog privilege. Both of them know how much they hit the jackpot and when they’ve finally stopped fighting each other over you, they become a very protective team. (Not that you can’t hold your own of course.) The Captain is not a particularly jealous guy, if anything it puffs him up a bit knowing everyone else wants what he’s got. Abner, however, is but sometimes lacks the ability to find a middle ground between complete conflict avoidance and murdering an entire room full of people, and the latter would really ruin the night out. Luckily, if Abner asks, Digger is not remotely above making a huge public display of obscene affection and openly challenging anyone in a ten foot radius to fight him about it.

Ideal date for Abner would be a nice night in with good takeout and a bunch of movies. He has so much to catch up on and you two have a list a mile long of things you want to show him. He also has to worry about his condition less, knowing he’ll be in the comfort of his home when he needs to excise some energy and he won’t get weird looks like he does when he starts to glow in a public movie theater. Ideal date for Digger: Stealing Renting a roofless luxury car and just driving out into the country. Past the satellite towns of Central City, there’s nothing but plains where you won’t see another car for miles. He could drive as fast as he wants, without any cops on his case, his boyfriend in the passenger seat (and later, boyfriend two sitting in the back), singing along to each other's favorite songs at the top of their lungs. He doesn’t really have anything planned out beyond that but it's what he thinks about while he waits for you two to rangle up bail money.

Cohabiting is…a bit of a learning curve. Probably one of the hardest parts of your relationship. Abner wants to be helpful but he spent the first half of his life in a lab and the rest in the psych ward of a maximum security penitentiary. He’s literally never had to keep track of the sort of basic things that go into keeping a household running. The idea that if he wants something, he can have it, but he has to do it himself. He’s never cooked for himself, chose his own clothes, or even had agency over his own schedule. Every minute of his day had always been accounted for, and while poorly, his most basic needs were taken care of for him at Belle Reeves. So you have to teach/remind him of a lot of the things that may not occur to you to tell someone. But you get to learn it together! And learning/trying out new recipes or teaming up on a chore can be fun in its own way. At least he’s willing to learn. Digger is…a bit more work. He has lived alone for a long time, but unsupervised. Be prepared for a lot of “What do you mean you have to wash towels? Ain’t the point of a shower that you’re clean at the end?” Or melted plastic in your nice new dishwasher. It wouldn’t be so bad if he would just listen and wasn’t so stubborn about his way working just fine. He’s just a bit set in his ways and it’s hard to get him used to a new routine, set of standards, and just generally living with other folks. But he’ll always come around in the end. ;)

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Also! Separate from Gender Neutral, explicitly nonbinary readers are also welcome. I'm a trans creator and like getting to tell trans stories, either in or outside of the binary. Hell, if you headcanon a certain established character as trans I'd happily include that in either an x reader work or just make some headcanons for the idea.

Do you write for male character x male reader, female characters x male reader or both

Fuck yeah! I write for both! I love male reader! fics and definitely think there's a shortage of them out there. I also realized after I posted the list I only talked about male characters. But there's a lot of awesome women in comics who I'd love to write for!

If a female or male reader preference is not specified in the ask then I'll default to gender neutral.

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Do you write for male character x male reader, female characters x male reader or both

Fuck yeah! I write for both! I love male reader! fics and definitely think there's a shortage of them out there. I also realized after I posted the list I only talked about male characters. But there's a lot of awesome women in comics who I'd love to write for!

If a female or male reader preference is not specified in the ask then I'll default to gender neutral.