#//character and not just throwing names because that is my special guy you're talking about

[naturally-elegant]

Pelipper mail!

Its a black and red calling card, the front featuring a red logo of a top hat with a mask, white flame spreading outside the right eyehole. Under the logo are the words "Take your heart."

The back features text cut out from various newspapers.

"O Psychic Prick,

Fuck you. You're a spoiled little bitch who threatens people over extremely stupid things. I'm coming for your heart and possibly your kneecaps. Maybe some other things, too. I haven't decided. From, Joker."

@chaos-cousins

"...Tch, what a waste of my precious time."

(*He pulls a disgusted face, proceeding to ball up the letter and throw it in the trash without so much as laying a finger on it, almost as if he may contract a disease if he does such a thing.*)

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Sett Boyfriend HCs

~Sett is love, Sett is LIFE. Don't get me wrong, I am barking and on all fours for all of these men but Sett holds a special place in my little heart~

P.S. Asks are open! I am open to requests! P.S.S. I am also open to other League characters, Arcane AU, etc. Just hmu :3

TW: Floof. So much floof. Pet names. You get the picture right? As always, enter at your own risk!

Sett is a l o v e r. PDA overload. Hugs? Always, without question, is up for that. Kisses? You bet your ass he will. Any second, no matter where you are, you could lean in for one and he will squeeze you up against him, and kiss you like his life depends on it. If anyone appears to be giving you some extra attention that he doesn't like, all this big guy has to do is walk up next to you (as if he isn't there already lol) and usually the person doing the thing is smart enough to know better than to continue. "Hey baby, come here. What, can't I kiss you? Let me kiss you. That's my good b/g."

Sett is second only to Ezreal in his joking capabilities. This man can JOKE, and although he is trying to joke with and or at you, he unfortunately tends to make a fool of himself because he is a massive dork. If you pull jokes on him, he doesn't really get upset or offended, but he will pretend to be. His goofy demeanor means he will put a hand to his chest acting all flabbergasted, then tackle you into a hug or onto the bed while calling you a dork. "Haha! You're so funny, but you know I've got skin of steel baby. Oh, you meant it? Yeah right! Comere!"

Sett is an absolute SUCKER for attention. He will eat it up, and if you aren't paying attention to him? You might as well be. He will pester you, throw you over his shoulder, basically DEMAND your attention. Since this is just how he is, you never have to be desperate for his attention either. If for some reason you do feel neglected, he will feel very bad about it. He will make it up to you no matter what that means. "I'm sorry I've been at the gym so much this week, band stuff has just been stressing me out. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with me?!"

Kisses, hugs, and everything fun= SETT. He is a fiend. He is insatiable. He will grab you up and kiss you, no matter where you are. His kisses can be goofy, fun, or downright sensual. Sometimes, when Sett is feeling serious for once, he will take his time with you. Touching you sweetly- he is so strong sometimes he is scared he will hurt you by accident. But man, it's all worth it as soon as his lips touch yours. Sett grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You have to tilt your head to see him, and as he gazes back down at you he tilts his head and studies your face. "You're everything, baby. Everything." He leans down, kissing you gently, before releasing your lips and hugging you even closer.

Sett doesn't like arguing. He gets so pent up sometimes, you fear for the guy he goes up against at his boxing matches. Most of the time, when it's petty little arguments, he will figure out some way to get your mind off of it. Every once in awhile when you actually feel upset about the situation, Sett will take his time to sit down and talk it out with you. He will grab your hands, nod while you explain your side, and carefully display his own. By the end of it, the two of you are usually kissing... and by the end of that- well... "I get where you're coming from, baby. I just think we could have approached the situation differently, is all. Promise you're not mad at me? Thank the Gods. Come on, I wanna make it up to you in the bedroom hehe," He says, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you toward your room.

Sett will be very sad when you leave, or when he has to leave. He is like a little puppy dog who cries when you go (although he doesn't actually cry). He will pout, however, and his irresistible face almost makes you quit everything and stay home just to appease him. When he leaves, he will ask you a thousand questions trying to egg on a reason to stay, but you know he has to get to band practice so that Yone doesn't come pounding down your door, so you usually just give him a reason to be excited to come home later. "I miss you already, baby! Please don't make me go. Nah, look Yone loves me! He won't be that mad... Comeonnnn. Fine, but later we are getting dinner, and you are going to be desert."

[ohandcounting]

Oblivion Theory / Pile of Snow Theory by WandyDoodles / @wandydoodles

Oblivion Theory link

It's a good read! Go read it! It's way faster than 190 pages looks like because the font is big and plenty of pictures too. Almost like reading a comic book level of difficulty to focus, I like it a lot. My specific thoughts below the read more

I think this is potentially dead on for at least the symbolism that's going on, though it's still probable to me that there is also an "in-universe" angel. I'm also not sure if I agree with the assumption that the red soul we pilot is special beyond it being a human soul either? Like, there's no reason (YET) to believe that a different human couldn't also seal fountains just from their soul being able to float around in dark worlds like ours does. (like the Susie jail escape, Ferris wheel, literally every battle, etc.) Like, they could just be a magician like those dudes who did a big magic barrier in Deltarune.

On the ending thoughts: I was going to add that Sans' could be talking about Flowey, but...No. Flowey hasn't revealed himself to anyone except us in this timeline. How the hell would he know our type if not from something that happens in DR?! I never noticed it before! Flowey does explain other dialog, like "our reports showing timelines jumping around" and what not even if you did Geno first run/on a true reset. It's why I never thought about it before.

The proposal for The Vessel being The Knight seems very, hard to believe at first. I'm still not settled on it myself, but: The Vessel could be mistaken for Kris if they throw on a hood maybe? "There's that creepy Kris going to the library. We're used to our 1 human in town!" With a lot of characters showing a knowledge on what's going to happen (like Jevil) they might just know when to go do things already without raising suspicion. Only appearing when Kris wouldn't, and/or slipping by without people seeing. It's interesting to me that they never bothered addressing that tbh. I wonder if it's just something they couldn't explain well so rather than bringing it up, they're just hoping we explain it ourselves/wait for new chapter dialog to confirm this.

I am 100% sold on the knight not wanting to end the world though, I've been calling it the "Conspiracy Theory Theory" where the Bad Guy™ is not the Bad Guy™ but rather someone trying to make us Stronger so we can help fight The Really Bad Guy™ (like Kill La Kill kind of[the 10th anniversary was recent, so it's just the only example I can think of atm.]) It gets that ridiculous name because I believe MANY characters are in on it, including Kris themselves, Ralsei, The Red Soul, The Knight, Goner Maker Sequence Voices 1 & 2, Mystery Man, Geoff, Gaster, etc. Pretty much everyone who could be except Susie.

The save file analysis is wrong I feel? When Flowey takes over the save file, that is a veteran with literal near-godlike powers who knows how to manipulate saves. He hasn't had control for 9999:99 yet, despite what the timer shows. That info could be missing for Kris because we weren't there when it was made, what we use to see save file information shows what's missing because it literally doesn't know how long Kris has had that save nor where it was made. We get to see the name because we're in their body though. Like we see empty save files, and they're just empty. After a true reset? It's just empty, just like erasing a file in Deltarune. Kris having ANY information means something more than "just to establish you as a separate entity even harder than Undertale." Especially if the cut intro of Susie trying to wake us up is still hinting towards something like a timeloop being canon. (instead of being cut because it's not longer true)

Save file part 2 break in paragraph for easier reading: It might also be because Kris doesn't have the soul they made that save with anymore, if you're a Kris Is Toy Knife Kid Equivalent Truther like me.

It also falls for the trap of thinking what Chara says at the end of genocide is strictly a metanarrative statement, not something Chara believes will be possible. In a game where characters consistently say things that apply both in and out of universe, which I've never liked. Like Flowey after restarting the game after in TPE talking to both: 1.) us in the meta, but believes he is giving his parting words to 2.) Chara IN universe.

But like everything with depth, people are gonna make mistakes. Especially mistakes they don't think are mistakes and are much simpler answers without constant "catches" and clarifications. It's kind of like explaining King Crimson to people, where I'm the only person to do it right. (not a serious statement)

They also point to Mettaton's nebulous "Ratings" when mentioning the amount of monsters in the underground, instead of the echo flower where it's stated there's literally thousands of monsters??? This is something I see people do all the time?

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

Can ypu do kiribaku x male (if not gn is fine) reader where they all are pro heroes and in on interview?

Ahhh I'm so excited you asked! I love writing requests for people and when I woke from my nap seeing this I had to write it right away (So sorry if there's some miss spellings.) I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~

You stood there anxious.

The building that stood in front of you was the most popular news station and all you could think of was ‘why was I here and not Kirishima or Bakugo?’ The large letters seemed to tower over you as when you pushed past the glass doors you saw what could only be the busiest building in the world, but your loving boyfriends of what felt like ten years but have only actually been dating them for a little of three. Their faces in a scowl that when they looked up from the paperwork that they were filling out smiled and greeted you, happy to see you were here on time and not late for once. Bakugo grunting out a hello and Kirishima smothering you in the affection you desperately needed.

“There you, y/n, was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up! Did you get lost?” Kirishima asked as the three of you walked towards what you assumed was the changing rooms so the three of you could get changed into your hero costumes.

“No, just nervous. I’ve never been on live tv before and being here with you guys makes me a little nervous.” You said as Kirishima awed, smothering you in what felt like a thousand kisses.

“There’s no need to be nervous… you're you and no one can change how awesome you are.” Bakugo said as if you couldn’t tell if he was trying to sike you up and help get rid of the anxiety you were feeling or calling you a cry baby because you were nervous all the time. Either way you took it as a compliment and went into the changing room to change into your hero costume. 

“Awe! Isn’t he just the cutest!” Kirishima said once you stepped out of the changing room and headed over to the makeup department where Ebony helped you with your makeup for the stage.

“The cutest.” Bakugo smirked as it was so weird hearing him compliment in such a way that felt out of character for him.

“You boys got about five to ten minutes then we need you on stage. Think you can do that?” one of the Stagehands spoke as the pit of your stomach seemed to turn and make what little food you eat want to come up. Kirishima being the more comforting boyfriend, placed a loving hand on your knee, squeezed it, and smiled. He knew he couldn’t say much at the moment but with that little squeeze on your knee meant everything you needed to hear.

~~~~~

“And we're live! Hello, and welcome to tonight's news! I’m your host, Taneo Tokuda, and today we have some special guests. Boys, how about you introduce yourself.” Taneo spoke as the camera shifted over and there sat Kirishima (Red Riot), Bakugo (Dynamight), and you (Hero Name). 

“Hi, I’m Red Riot.” Kirishima started as the camera panned over him and showed his bright shark-like teeth.

“I'm the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, but you can just call me Dynamight or whatever.” Bakugo mumbled as he looked just as annoyed as you felt anxious.

“Hi, I’m (Hero Name) pleased to be here!” You smiled hoping your name was just enough to get the ball on the roll.

“And I’m your host once again, Taneo Tokuda, and I’m so excited to be interviewing you three. How are you?” Taneo asked as you felt like you were going to throw up but knew you just had to push past this and then the rest of your day was going to be free to Kirishima cuddles and Bakugo’s cooking.

“Doing pretty well! The drive over here was kind of annoying but in general I think I’m doing pretty well.” Kirishima smiled as he was always the one to usually talk for the three of you.

“Would of gotten here on time just by using my quirk, but whatever….” Bakugo mumbled as the camera moved over to you and then back over to Taneo.

“And you? How are you?” Taneo asked as he leaned forward staring at you trying to get a good reading off of you.

“I’m doing alright. Woke up, got dressed, and now here. Think it's going to be a good day.” You said as you could feel your cheeks redden.

“Well, I’m glad you got here with your pants on, would hate to see you here in your underwear. That would be embarrassing.” Taneo said as he looked down at his cards he brought on stage. He wanted to ask you three some tricky questions but in all honesty he wanted to know what everyone else was wondering, were you three dating and if so for how long??

“So, now that formalities are out of the way. How is life being a hero? I mean with everything that is going on. People are starting to worry if heroes are really the way to go and if they aren't, who will save them in the end?” Taneo asked as that was such a hard question to answer.

“I would say life as a hero is pretty hard.” You started as both boyfriends looked at you a bit nervous as usually you were the one to not answer stuff right away, “Me, personally being a new hero already is taking one day at a time hoping and sorta praying things go smoothly. Yeah, sure, some days on patrol things do get hard, but being a hero is honestly the life goal I have and saving people is totally rewarding if you ask me.”

Taneo raised a brow, “How is it rewarding?”

“Well, the person you saved gets to live another day! They get to celebrate living and sharing what good you did to them that day. Hell it could even inspire them to be a hero some day. It's doing the good to them that could lead to everything being better.” You said as Bakugo started to smirk seeing that maybe that nervous act you had going was washing away and that seeing you passionate about this was what you truly felt.

“Interesting. And you (Hero Name) you moved to Japan not that long ago? Or am I mixing my dates around?” 

“I’ve lived in Japan for about five years now, but didn’t bump into Kiri or Bakugo till about three years ago.” you replied as you felt like you had just set yourself up for some personal questions to come out.

“And moving to Japan was for what reason?” Taneo asked as your cheeks reddened.

“Personal reasons. I don’t feel very comfortable talking about it.” You said as your real reason was that most of the heroes you worked with back in America were rude to you. Made you feel like you couldn’t be the hero you wanted to be and that one of your friends that were staying in Japan told you to come out here and be a hero for a little bit. You took the offer and met Bakugo and Kirishima on some mission you and your friend had to go on and since then the four of you just sorta stayed together and that was when you finally made the decision to move out of your shitty one bedroom apartment in America and move to Japan and live with your friend in their three bedroom house.

“That’s understandable. Most people would have spilled their guts just to be famous and get the crowd to love them, but you I get the feeling I understand. So, good on ya.” Taneo said as he looked over at Kirishima and Bakugo, “How about you two, everyone is dying to know are the two of you together? And if so for how long?” 

“To-together? What gave you the idea we were together?” Kirishima said a bit nervously as you three haven’t really came out publicly yet but with this question on air you felt like maybe it was time for the three of you to come out. So what if you all were in love with each other. It was the year 2023. Gay relationships were normal and if you wanted to be honest with them and the world you wanted to tell them that yes, Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugo Katsuki was off the mark all because you fell in love with them and there was nothing in this world you want to do better than to be them.

“We are.” Bakugo said as Kirishima let out a small whine, “We and (Hero Name) are in a relationship and are super happy to be in one. I don’t care if people tell us otherwise. We're in love and there’s nothing you or the city of Musutafu can stop us from being in love.” 

“Dynamite…” you cooed as his cheeks reddened. You weren’t expecting him to say anything on air but hearing that he loved you and Kiri made your heart swell. This was amazing.

“I see and how long have you and the others been together?” Taneo asked as this was again something the entire city of Musutafu was wondering about.

“About three years.” You answered as Kirishima was in shock that you were riding along with this. Sure it wasn’t a lie, but was broadcasting your relationship on the news really the way to announce your relationship?

“Amazing and you all met through a friend of (Hero Name)?” 

You three nodded your head as you could not wait for this interview to be over with so you could go throw up.

“Interesting. Well, I have to say I wanted to ask you boys some more questions but it looks like my time is up. I hope you all can join us next to hear more about their relationship and what future our lovely heroes have to offer. My name is Taneo Tokuda and this was your daily news at seven.” Taneo said as the camera went dark and your body moved quicker than what the rest of you three could move. Your body rushing you to the bathroom as you grabbed the nearest stall and threw up what little to nothing breakfast you had.

“Hey, y/n, are you okay?” Kirishima asked a few minutes later after he heard you throw up, “I”m sorry if this interview was a bit much. I know it can sometimes lead to other things, but I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing.” your boyfriend sounded so worried it broke your heart.

“Yeah, I’m okay.. I’m a little shocked Katsuki told the world or at least the city of Musutafu that we were all dating. That seemed very uncharacteristic about him and honestly I don’t know how I feel about it.” you said as you stepped out of the stall and headed to the sink to wash your hands and face.

“I know, I’m surprised you answered the questions so honestly… I thought the nervous jitters would have kicked in and scared you away, but you did amazingly out there. I’m so proud of you.” Kirishima said as he kissed you lovingly. The taste of his breath mint was strong, but you would rather focus on that than what just happened on stage.

“Shall we go see where Katsuki is? I’m ready to go home.” 

“Yeah, let's.” And with that you found your other partner and headed home. The interview just a memory as you became the next hero most or almost top ten heroes of Musutafu.

The End.

[amiharana]

Wait if Revali was in an idol group who else would be in it and what would their debut song be, plus theme?? Like would it be the rito like Teba Harth etc or would it be like a mix of people (like Teba and sidon and others etc etc) plus what would their name be just curious… or revs positions you know the drill

u know now that i think about it oomfie i think u were the one who was putting newjeans on my dashboard a couple weeks back i should have known u were a kpopper 🤣 also kpop idol positions are always the strangest thing to me so i had to do a little review LMAO

if you wanna be fr, revali wouldn't want to be in an idol group at all, he wanted to be a soloist. but the managers were like no you would do good in a group, debut in a group first and we'll talk about solo later if you're successful enough. so revali fucking hates all these other guys but he is a good asf actor and is so good at delivering fanservice y'all would have never thought he was praying on his bandmates' downfalls KDJFJKDFK i wouldn't have been surprised if it was actually revali tipping off dispatch to give the others scandals

revali is the main vocalist and dancer the maknae LMAO (transl: youngest) of the group RiTO which stands for "Rising To Own", which refers to the group's belief that if "the sky is limit", they must rise higher to break the limit and go beyond it in order to own their true selves. i think it would be funny if since the word is "rising", fans debate on whether to pronounce the acronym as "ree-to" or "rai-to" and even years after the group's debut, people are still fighting online about how to pronounce it. then you got some freaks who say each letter out loud or straight up skip over the "i" to say RTO. RiTO fans are called "ownwings" because they are the wings that allow the group to rise and break the limit, as well as being encouragement to the fans to use their own wings to fly up and achieve lofty dreams together with RiTO. was that kpop-y enough LMFAO i should be a kpop ceo fr fr

the other members of the group include members leader and main rapper teba, lead rapper lead dancer harth, lead vocalist and visual kass, and leader dancer sub vocalist mimo. ages from oldest to youngest goes as mimo, kass, teba-harth (same year teba is older), and then revali. kass is the face of the group, revali and teba switch between being centers a lot, and revali is their all-rounder. i mentioned having to review kpop positions bc shit like "main" vs "lead" always confuses me, so for my non-kpop mutuals, you can refer to this article for more in-depth explanations.

my instinct was to say that they do a "refreshing" concept ASTRO-style because the rito=birds=air=refreshing, but like... do you Really think teba, harth, revali, and mimo could do your standard run-of-the-mill kpop refreshing concept LMFAOKDJFDK

teba and harth's generally gruff and cold-shoulder personalities throw me off trying to come up with ideas for this, because imagining them as kpop idols is so fucking funny. these guys are the dads who will drop their kids off at the TWICE concert grumpy asf as if they're not going home blasting FEEL SPECIAL in the car like ✋😭 (they would never admit it out loud, but teba's bias is jihyo because he respects how long she was a trainee to achieve her dream and harth's is jeongyeon because he likes how her tomboyish charm sets her apart from the rest of the group).

so just because canonically 4/5 of the group are older dilf characters (yes i think mimo is a dilf), i would say their debut concept at the very least would be something that's dark/mature/sexy? i'm thinking they're gonna do something like a kingsman concept bc i feel like that fits their vibe. like iirc the movie 'kingsman' was super popular in south korea so maybe that's what makes them skyrocket in popularity. RiTO debuts with a fresh gentlemen-spy concept and the music video has a story that eventually becomes full-scale lore throughout the rest of their music.

i mentioned revali being a hating ass little bitch when he has to debut in a group but also consider him being like 16-17 while the other members are 18-21 already. these guys are older than him in an industry that is known to be extremely competitive, full of rivalries and harmful health habits that could crush revali if he's not quick or clever enough :( he's just a baby in this industry tbh. so — and stay with me here — i'm imagining teba being the leader and figuring out that revali is just constantly furious and irritated and seething because he wants to be a soloist and not in a group, so he dads revali a bit as his leader and tries to get to know him and get him to calm down. just revali and teba bonding 🥺 and revali eventually not being a hater anymore and slowly having more brotherly bonds with the other members. he becomes their little baby 🥹🤍 always mussing his hair up and giving him bear hugs and teasing him lightheartedly where revali scoffs and pushes them away, but inside he feels warm because he was an only child with parents who were always working.

imagining baby trainee revali who practices the choreo of their debut for hours until he collapses from exhaustion in the practice room, and teba comes in to tell him to go to sleep just as revali falls to the floor. teba immediately shouts for harth who's just down the hall and then goes running to revali to make sure he didn't hit his head or anything. the kid is sweaty and red-faced from how much he danced, completely conked the fuck out from how exhausted he is. harth comes and they carry him to his bed, and try to wake him up so revali can at least drink some water and see if he'll be able to wash up himself, and the whole experience is life-changing for revali because he's like. why did u do all this. and teba and harth are like ??? you're part of the team, we have to take care of each other? and you're the youngest... we have to take care of you especially. and revali is just wide-eyed and about to cry because what the hell. these people actually care about him??????

also manager kaneli and CEO valoo lmfaodkjfdkj. i'm torn between a couple of ideas for the company name because it's either like (1) RiTO is under 'TBNTH (Tabantha) Entertainment' which is a subsidiary of HEBRA Labels, (2) RiTO is under the company 'hebra ent.', OR (3) RiTO is under HEBRA ENT. which is a subsidiary of HYRULE CORPORATION. however for the last one, that would imply that were i to make link a kpop idol as well (😳), he would be in a company that is also a subsidiary to hyrule corp. not that it matters too much but i just think it would be funny if it was like. revali was from a Big 3 company whereas link was from an underdog company like bighit when it first started out. or maybe it does start like that and link's company becomes a subsidiary under one of the other Big 3 companies (Hyrule Corp, TWILI Industries, and TeRMiNA Labels?). i considered also doing something like RiTO being under [company named after hebra/tabantha] which is a subsidiary of [corporation label named after wind waker dragon roost island] but idk.

i'm not gonna go too into link's presence or revalink's relationship here unless you request it since you only asked about revali and i wanna keep the focus on him for this post 😭 but i think kpop idol!link OR fan!link would be very interesting for this au. like what about link who goes from fan to idol p1harmony-keeho style 😭 imagine if link was making tweets about revali like that one busanwings tweet before becoming an idol LIKE DKJFHDKJFHJDF

if link is only just a kpop idol, then him and revali are for SURE getting into dispatch dating rumor scandals. (for non-kpop oomfs, dispatch is a news company notorious in south korea for stalking kpop idols and dishing out scandals on them frequently). it'll be some stupid shit like "H3RO's Link was seen exiting the Slippery Falcon Cafe wearing a shirt similar to RiTO's Revali. Could it be the two idols are seeing each other?" because dating rumors have actually happened in kpop like that 😭

also consider them getting in a dating rumor, and where revali's managers are furious and revali doesn't want to be involved with this nugu, link is completely starry-eyed because revali is actually his idol and the reason why he pursued being an idol, and his company is actually thrilled because ahaha bad publicity is still publicity, right? especially if it has to do with one of the top groups out there right now!

[jullinh4x]

A Funny Halloween Night

The characters' names have been changed to match their costumes, also, enjoy!

It was a dark night, Cursed Ice Vampire and Chauncy Scissorhands were outside a house, trying to break down the door to steal Chao Witch and Cursed Elecman Afton's candies

"ELECMAN! CHAOQUITE! OPEN THE DOOR!"

"No, go steal candies somewhere else!"

"No! We're not leaving until you give us the candies!"

"Oh, but it won't happen!"

Cursed Elecman Afton approaches the door and then, using his socket, shocks Cursed Ice Vampire and Chauncy Scissorhands!

"Augh! That hurt!"

"Okay, you two! We're going to steal all candies from the convenience store"

Meanwhile, Cursed Hatsune Mini was talking to Spider Namamini about what they would do that night, even though they are both tiny

"Let's go see Hatsune Miku's show!"

"No, let's play tricks on others"

"Are you sure? We're too tiny to play tricks"

"Calm down, it won't be that difficult, I'll tell you..."

Spider Namamini whispers in Cursed Hatsune Mini's ear, who gives a mischievous smile

On the other hand, Colonel Kitty was with Sgt.Demon, Cursed Mega Mummy, Cursed Regonku Man and Scythe Reaper were in a room, watching trashy horror movies

"DM 001, why did you choose to see this?"

"Because trashy horror movies are the best"

"The worst part is that I can't disagree..."

They continue watching until the movie ends and Colonel Kitty recommends that everyone watch Sharknado

"Sharknado? It's a good choice, good actors, great special effects and a amazing narrative!"

"I agree, let's go watch it"

"Yes! Let's go!"

They start the movie, until Cursed Hypno Dalhia enters the room with Miss Brittany Angel, holding a bucket of popcorn and candies

"Oh, hello there, ladies, sit down, because the movie has started!"

"Oh, thank you for being so kind!"

Cursed Hypno Dalhia and Miss Brittany Angel came over and sat down, and watched the movie, but on the other hand...

Cursed Splash Alice, Cursed Bendy Man and Cursed Fire Boris played FNAF while they really just wanted to get Jumpscared

"Go on, Splash! Stay still"

"I'm trying, but I'm scared!"

"Miss, it's Halloween-"

Circle The Killer, Chain Fisher, Banshee Blady and Velive Mildenhall played Thriller in Just Dance

"VELIVE! Dance right! You're getting it all wrong!"

"I'm trying! This is hard!"

Akaza Blacky, Cursed NamaSans, Cursed Proto Tomoe and Shadow Zombie Wood played Super Mario Kart while eating popcorn and marshmallows

"Blacky! Stop throwing bananas at me!"

Zero (Rull) and Bess Skeleton played Roblox horror games while doing a challenge of "whoever died the most, lost!"

"Ahh!"

"I warned you, now you've earned another death point, hahah!"

"Of course, you are smart in practically everything"

A while later, everyone gathered (with the exception of Skeleton Bess, Zero and Miss Brittany Angel) in a cinema, since Cursed Hatsune Mini and Spider Namamini had invited everyone to see something "cool"

"Okay, you guys... Tell us what you want to show us"

"That's it! We want it now"

Spider Namamini chuckled and turned on the screen, where everyone witnessed the scariest scene of their entire lives

On screen, 3RR0R was in a pink lolita dress, having tea with Madoka Geishinx, Dino Pumpkin, Slender Oxnix and L. Flower the Explorer

(everybody):

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Everyone was terrified by what they saw, in complete shock and fear...

"AHHH!!! 3RROR IN A LOLITA DRESS HAVING TEA WITH THE MX'S!"

"What?! How dare you interfere with my tea party with my subjects?!"

"It wasn't even us!"

"So, who was...?!"

"It was us!"

Everyone looked at Cursed Hatsune Mini and Spider Namamini with anger

"I just don't kill you two because you're useful to DM 001 and DM 002..."

Spider Namamini and Cursed Hatsune Mini laughed a little, as did Madoka Geishinx

"You're lucky we're not in a bad mood, but it won't be like that again!"

Dino Pumpkin grumbled, and then the screen turned off, but before that, Cursed Mega Mummy and Cursed NamaSans scolded Spider Namamini and Cursed Hatsune Mini

But on the other hand, 3RR0R continued his tea party with MX's, while the others continued to have fun in A Funny Halloween Night!

[mdhwrites]

what are your thoughts on luz insisting on calling philip 'belos'? as a trans person it felt like a weird decision cause he specifically asked to be called philip. what makes it worse is he is depicted as an evil monster/irredeemable for being so "two-faced" which is not great when he says something that most definitely does not sound cis

i'm inclined to believe this wasn't intentional malice on the part of the show writers cause honestly they probably forgot he said that or just didn't put too much thought into the dialogue when they were writing it. regardless it still came off as slightly irritating to me. i like ur takes so im curious what u think

So first I just want to throw out that despite the fact that I'm pushing myself more and more to be inclusive, transgender identity and characters is one of those things I'm not comfortable doing myself. I still argue with myself about a joke with Daina in Rich Witch that has spoiler explanations/justifications. It's not because I'm anti-trans either. Trans rights are human rights. Period. But like… There's a reason Juro Rigged Pets, literally started the day I chose to stop watching TOH or close to that, is a converted fic because I want to use the community as a soundboard for not fucking up with my first enby character because Luz is non-binary in that one.

And if you're going "Wait, why are you okay with writing sapphics then?" Well, my personal reasoning is that I see love as love and that that emotion is fairly universal, even if the expression is going to change due to gender. There is still an emotional in for me to write them, I've been exposed to a LOT more sapphic emotions and talking than I have anything about trans identity and in general I just like writing and hanging out with girls more. Not even from a "Hurr hurr, I'm a straight white dude" perspective but more from a "I like that these people seem to be capable of being more mature, emotional and honest than a lot of the guys my age seem to be." I literally spent lunch most of the time in High School with only girls around me. I just don't know if I have a comfortable, emotional in when it comes to gender identity. While identity is universal, questioning one's gender and how people treat you about it is not. It's just not the same from my perception as a feeling like love. Is that maybe small minded me? Maybe. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like the best I can do in a situation is admit my own ignorance and hope I learn to do better in the future. My ears are always open though to try and learn and understand better.

I say all of this because… Well I don't think I have a lot to say about your ask. I mostly agree. It's not meant to have any active malice to it even if it's a dick move by Luz. If we're charitable, it's meant to be reinforcing the point Luz makes in that scene about Belos wanting to be called a human name when he has clearly thrown away his humanity for his goals.

Which… I don't like in general. Yes, he is monstrous and has magic but it's really the only time they make the case and Belos still identifies as human more than he identifies as magical. If they were willing to interrogate it more, it'd be a cool recognition of the use of religion and the like to say you have noble goals while being the literal worst person ever but it's much more about Belos being a literal monster than his inner monstrosity in that moment. Like so much with Belos, it's an interesting idea obviously on the writer's mind but not done anything with because they won't dedicate the effort to it.

If we take it less charitably and look at Luz's character as a whole… Why should Luz care about other people's identities? Her claims of caring about other weirdos and the like never come out to anything. I've talked about before how Yesterday's Lie plus the pilot kind of implies that Luz actively chose never to make friends with nerds because they weren't special enough. That Willow and Gus only meet her requirements because they have magic.

Luz doesn't see Belos as meeting those requirements so why would she care about basic rights such as being given the name you desire? I think this is too mean of a take. I don't know if I personally agree with it but it is the unintentional effect that one can take from it just like how you feel awkward about the dead name being used at all when a preference is shown.

It's like if someone calls me Mikey. I don't like it. Someone pointed out to me that it's like a dog's name when I was a kid and ever since I've HATED being called that. Mike is fine but don't call me Mikey. If someone does, I know they don't give a shit about me and so I shouldn't give a shit about them and we better split our separate ways. Same goes for the assholes who have befriended my brother and called me shit like Chris 2 or Chris' Brother. Alright asshole, I see how little I matter so I'm just going to go now.

Hell, I gained a little bit of an identity issue with my brother when we were both in JROTC because a lot of people go by last names in that program. You have a twin, you end up getting called the same thing. Equated to each other. Etc. like that. Fun times.

But like Luz disrespecting Belos, I didn't take it as disrespectful until people started thinking I could be my brother's wrangler or that I should be matching my brother's athletic accomplishments. And that's what I feel about with Luz denying Belos the courtesy. It's kept at just the functional level of "You're the villain and this is the name you used to rise to power so I will not let you forget that," then seeming to be active malice about a person's identity and how they wish to be called.

Could it have been cut to be more comfortable to those who care deeply about dead names, identity, etc. like that? Yes. Could I imagine people with those same issues also overlooking it because at worst it's a microaggression as presented and the show is at least mostly respectful to people's identities? Also yes. So I don't really know which way to lean on it.

I wish I did. I wish I felt more comfortable with the subject. Frankly I'm paranoid about my personal stories here to give context to my perspective on these matters still being tasteless. I try not to let stuff like this stop me from giving my thoughts but…

Well, I want to be respectful. Maybe even more respectful than Luz is to others, depending on how you want to turn the globe of her character. Edit: I do want to mention that I actually have a fanfic where Luz is non-binary. I'm actually proud of how much that story will theoretically touch on identity and change frankly. At the time I also thought I had a Discord who would help me make sure to do it right/convinced me to give it a shot and didn't realize that enby people are considered on the trans spectrum. It's called Joro Rigged Pets. Like Crises Girlfriends, I plan to convert it someday after I finish it first as fanfiction. I'd love all of yours thoughts and feelings on how I'm doing it because like I said: I do try to be respectful. ========

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

[chocmoon-latte]

All of these OC ideas are GOLD. Think you can come up with some stories and or voicelines for them? Especially the fic writer and super mutant comedian, if possible.

You're in luck, because I had actually already started writing down some descriptions for them. They were extremely brief initially, but since you asked, I decided to extend on them and add some quotes, just to get a better feel of the characters.

Ryder Warren - Eccentric raider

Ryder always knew he was destined for great, whatever the definition of it may be. A happy-go-lucky and seemingly sweet guy, it's hard to imagine that he was ever a raider. He initially joined up a local group after coming across a poorly written flyer headlining "raiders wanted" and mistook the word "raider" as a misspelling of his own name. Ryder saw this as a sign of his destiny, thus furthering his own perceived greatness, and he joined immediately.

Ryder is agile, great with close combat weapons, and a skilled technician. There's just one little quirk of his that sets him apart from the rest though - he talks to animals. Not in the "aww, aren't you cute" kinda way either. No. He full on converses with them. You see, Ryder has a very special ability - or so he claims to. He believes he's like an animal psychic of the sorts and that he can translate even the smallest noise from a creature into intelligible language.

Although humorous at first, the schtick got old quickly with the raider gang, who have recently decided to send him out on a "great and epic quest" alone through the wastes.

Quotes:

"People think I take too many chems, but I ain't even seen a chem before! Do you have ANY IDEA what Mr. Mittens would say if such a thing were true?!"

"Hold up! I'm getting an incoming message from this deathclaw. He's saying… oh my god! Why would you say that? That's HORRIBLE!"

"Did you know if a dog jumps up and down three times, spins around and then barks, it's a sign of distress. What do you mean I made that up? That's completely factual!"

"Yeah, I'm on a quest of epic proportions. That's what you get when you're a super cool guy like me."

Ghastly - Edgy ghoul

Ghastly is younger than most ghouls but has still progressed past the average human lifespan. He mostly keeps to himself but can often be found purposefully throwing himself into extreme and dangerous situations in an attempt to get his kicks. More often than not, he's unsatisfied with life. Not because he hates it, but because he's "already seen it all", and according to him "a ghoul gets bored at some point".

So what's a ghoul to do? Ghastly's current interests are set on doing the wildest, most thrilling thing a ghoul can do - go feral. Regardless of what those around him say. In his mind, it's the next step towards killing dullness and the occasional seasonal depression. However, some people have speculated that he's just wanting an excuse to be violent without fully taking the blame for his actions.

Quotes:

"Ryder tried to set me up on a date with a mole rat once. Took me about 45 minutes before I could explain to him why that was a bad idea."

"There's a certain kinda joy you get outta drinking a rat poison, snake venom cocktail that a human just wouldn't understand."

"Every few years, I like to switch up my moral code to keep things interesting. Spice things up, if you will."

"If god's real, then why'd he remove all my sick tattoos in the ghoulfication process?"

Mr. Shady - Suspicious robot

Mr. Shady is a unique Mr. Handy unit that was designed with the task of espionage in mind. His personality is a combination of hundreds of hours of being trained on spy movies, as well as his modified core programming. He spends a lot of his time quite literally hiding amongst the shadows and handing out weird notes to people in secret.

Mr. Shady has a bad habit of giving out veiled threats towards people, regardless of if they're good, bad, young or old. Even if you're on his side and he's on yours, expect regular disturbing messages from him.

Quotes:

"The names Mr. Shady, but my friends call me Shades. Too bad they all died under mysterious circumstances…"

"If you ever feel lonely, just know I'm always watching… with all three eyes."

"No matter how far away you are, I'm always thinking about you and all the unfortunate things that could potentially happen to you in a less than hundred-meter radius while your back is turned."

Humor Bone - Super mutant stand-up comedian

There's two things Humor Bone loves more than anything else in the world - funny jokes and humans dying. So he combined the two in his life long pursuit of happiness, laughter and death. If there is a stage, he is on it every chance he gets.

Humor Bone believes it's his overwhelming charisma and sense of humor that makes him so likable and compels whatever bar or restaurant that is open to let him perform. Reality is though, people are just too afraid of him to say no. Especially when the punchline of the jokes are always about some guy brutally dying. Everyone's too scared to tell him to get off the stage or move him from the premises, so people around him are always stuck listening in horror at whatever kind of joke he comes up with next.

Quotes:

"Why the long face? Just think about humans exploding in the sun! That always makes Humor Bone feel better!"

"Why did the human cross the road..? HE DIDN'T! HE WAS SMASHED BY CAR!!! HAHAHAHA!"

"Humor Bone needs new material, but killing would be bad publicity stunt. Unless…"

Addie Jaxon - Anxious author

Born and raised in NCR territory, Addie left to pursue her lifelong dream of being an author, though she refuses to ever show anyone what she writes unless it's selling material. Rumour has it she went AWOL after a couple of her close friends in the republic came across one of the stories she wrote about a forbidden love between a human and a ghoul and it's haunted her ever since, so much so that she's cut ties from everyone altogether.

She goes by the pen name "AJ" and sells personalized poems and short stories to people on her travels, each of which are beautifully written, but her real passions lie within the sappy love stories she hides in her book underneath her pillow every night.

Quotes:

"Does no one care about art anymore? Or the little things in life? Because I do! Like... a lot."

"Hey, don't touch my books! They're full of REALLY boring stuff. Like uh… science and math homework and… Oh. Right. I'm an adult and I never went to school."

"I wish MY life was like a forbidden, tragic love story! Ok, that's a lie. But hey, in theory I do."

"I really need to put myself out there if I wanna make a living out of what I do, but I'm worried about how many people would be able to trace me back to... that time."

The Codney Brothers - Creepy cowboy duo

Rodney and Todd Codney are identical twin brothers who insist on being together at all times and often speak in riddles, sometimes finishing each other's sentences. A lot of what they say is nonsensical and often has little to no relation to the conversation at hand. What's worse that is their constant unnatural smiles on their faces. What do they know? Do they have something sinister planned? A dark past? Or are they just like that for shits and giggles?

Quotes:

"We're Rod and Todd. The Codney brothers. Just like the cod fish. And a knee. What a peculiar sight."

"What has hands but can't clap?"

"A cowboy rode into town on Friday. Two days later he left on Friday. How odd indeed."

EDIT: Forgot to add in the last pair! I'm so tired today.

[angelmelon]

you're right, Sunny! Rocky has a specific type of PTSD induced selective mutism. Cool! I don't believe this is what Coda is talking about, though

Im just gonna pull out my credentials real quicklyyyyy ignoring that Coda has said in this post they have a specific experience with mutism

Im autistic!! You know that big scary word that radfems only care about when it can be used to invalidate gender identity. I was diagnosed very young, I will never be able to live in a house without another person for multiple reasons nor be able to drive. I do a funny little not funny thing called verbal shutdowns. Despite the millennial bullshit I can sniff from 2736 kilometers away these can last beyond the confines of my screaming crying shitpissingvomiting meltdowns. They can just happen because I'm kind of not feeling an interaction (kind of hyperbole, but basically they can also happen because I've drained my social battery, which tends to happen really fast). These can also apply to specific people and situations!! Hell, selfish situations like Kai. I'm not saying Kai experiences this at all, Rusty would never intentionally write an autistic character that wasn't named Shellie Coochper with a special interest in kicking balls, I'm saying that mutism can happen for a lot of reasons and it's honestly reasonable for someone with the personal life experience Coda has to pick up on something like this. Something something reading comprehension. Anyway yeah sometimes I'll go into verbal shutdowns if a person's voice is annoying enough it can be REALLY selfish but much like ptsd selective mutism it's an anxiety response, that anxiety response is simply more broad since it's over sensory issues and not PTSD.

With that out of the way, my personal problem with Kai is that. No fucking trans guy does this. Cis men dni is a thing, certainly, white women dni is a thing certainly (if you think this would be an attack on cis women in general you are proving part of the thesis of my senior research paper, congratulations). Cis women dni specifically... if you can find an example of it please do because it'd genuinely make me shiggle dumb dnis are great. But irl dni shit?? Like bro is taking dni to the next LEVEL no one is doing that shit 😭😭 I get its satire but its definitely not well done if no one gets the point of whats actually being intended unless they throw out the window how normal fucking people actually act and remember, the light of Jesus Lucille Christ in their hearts, "oh, yes, great Sky Vagina Lucille Christ. I know now that no vagina having character in this beautiful magnum opus does anything for any reason BUT because of the patriarchy. I love you, I want you, im down fucking bad, I hope and pray you actually release the 14th chapter by the time I retire. Your afab characters have so much agency."

I've talked about this before in the Leasebound discord, but something comes off as very vaguely abelist about Rusty making Kai's main characteristic be that he's essentially selectively mute and won't talk to cisgender people, or at the very least cisgender women.

I'm aware the whole portrayal is to make him look ridiculous and to be like "Look how crazy and unreasonable trans people are! They're so horrible that they won't even talk to cis people (women)! Aren't they just so weeeirrrd???"

As somebody who both in the past and even nowadays has such a massive issue with talking to people that if I actively don't have somebody around who can verbalize for me, I will physically be unable to talk to others. It's so debilitating, and it honestly just leaves a sour taste in my mouth that whilst trying to make fun of Kai for being a trans man, she's also kind of digging at people with genuine anxiety issues.

Anyways, stan Kai x Jasper. Fuck Kai's ugly ass boyfriend, he deserves better.

[reginaaxxwrites]

Until I Found You (Sirius Orion Black)

So, I was listening to this song that I just found on Tiktok. And whilst I was listening to it, I thought of Sirius. The song is called "Until I Found You" by Stephen Sanchez. You should listen to it, guys. It made me feel sad because it made me realize that these fictional characters will never come to life and forever live inside my mind.

*****

Sirius Orion Black x Fem!Reader

*****

It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the manor. It's Christmas Holiday that's why James and I were home. I couldn't sleep due to the excitement I was feeling. Christmas Holidays are my favorite holiday season. Not because I get to receive gifts from my family and friends. But it was because of our tradition to spend the rest of the day together.

This was special to me because our parents always work in the Ministry and they are barely home, leaving me and James alone. But since we started going to Hogwarts, it was a little less lonely to be left at the manor all the time.

I could wake James up so I may have some company. We can probably go to the kitchen so we could make hot chocolate like we always do. But it made me think that we weren't kids anymore. James is almost in his seventh year. Leaving me alone when he starts to graduate next school year.

I brushed off the sad feeling and went closer to sit on my huge window sill. I look up into the dark sky as I watch the snowflakes fall off the sky. Then suddenly someone caught my eye as I look down at the ground.

He was quite familiar so I opened my window to take a closer look. I was surprised when I saw him. His face. His figure standing in front of our doorstep, he looks hesitant to knock on our door. But what was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be home with his parents?

He looks cold. Well, who wouldn't be? It was late at night and it was snowing. Merlin's beard, I can't let him freeze to death.

Instead of calling out his name from here, I decided to open the doorstep for him. Besides, James would be delighted to see him. Even mum and dad would be.

I grabbed my coat and went downstairs. Without any hesitation, I opened the door. And there he was... He's handsome face with his hair that's quite long but it looked so good at him. He was shaking so I throw him James' coat that I went to get earlier in our coat closet near the stairs.

"Y/N--"

"Just go inside, Sirius. It's bloody snowing unless you want to freeze to death?" He grinned at me and then went inside. He followed me quietly into our sitting room. 

"I'm going to make some hot chocolate and wake James to--"

"Don't!" I raised my eyebrows at him. He cleared his throat before he went to speak again. "It's late, isn't it? I don't want to bother James as much as I already bothered you."

"You aren't a bother. You are my brother's best friend. And as much as I hate to admit it, you're pretty much part of the family." He smiled at my words and shook his head.

"Family... I wouldn't go that far." I saw the bitter look on his face. I remembered that Sirius isn't exactly on good terms with his parents. 

"Do you... Do you want to talk about it? I'll just make us some hot chocolate." I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He seems fine every time we see each other in the corridors even in the Gryffindor Common Room. 

He smiled and nodded as his response. He sat on one of the sofas whilst I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. When I return to the sitting room, he's eyes were closed. I placed the tray on the coffee table and sat beside him. I shake him a bit to wake him up.

"Sorry." He opened his eyes. I gave him the mug, and he took it from me and drank it. "You'd make an excellent wife." 

I rolled my eyes at him as I drink my hot chocolate. I waited for him to speak. I didn't want to pry if he doesn't want to talk about it.

"I ran away from home. It wasn't even my home in the first place. I didn't know where to go but... I thought of James. I thought of you. So... here I am." There was sadness in his voice. I couldn't find words to comfort him, so I reached out for his hand and held them.

"You should stay here, Sirius. James, mum, and dad would love to have you here. You're quite annoying--just imagining you and my brother together living in here would be hell for me. But... I guess I wouldn't mind." I tried to smile at him.

"I can't..."

"And why is that?"

"I do not belong in here. Mr. and Mrs. Potter wouldn't like to have me here--"

"Are you mad? I just told you that mum and dad wouldn't mind." He wasn't still convinced so I told him to stay for the night and see it for himself.

"I am not sleeping in your room." He protested, but before saying another word, I took his wrist and dragged him into my bedchamber.

"Don't be such a wuss, Black. Besides, you wouldn't do such unpleasant things to me. You wouldn't want to get yourself killed, wouldn't you?" I teased him. I saw him roll his eyes me then followed me inside my room.

"I can sleep on the floor." He was pointing to the floor beside my bed.

"It's cold. Sleep beside me." I patted my mattress. He was quite amused by me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you sure you're not making a move on me? I mean, I wouldn't mind except James is going to kill me." He was smirking once again. He's back.

"Shut it. Just like you said, James is going to kill you if you do." I rolled my eyes and watched him lay beside me before turning off the lamp beside me.

I placed my pillow between us to avoid any physical contact. I turned to face him and saw that he was already looking at me.

"Goodnight, Sirius." I gave him a soft smile before closing my eyes as I drift off to sleep.

Sirius's POV

She bid me goodnight before closing her eyes. She looks like an angel when she sleeps. She looks peaceful and merlin, if she wasn't James's little sister--I would ask her out. She drives me insane. 

Before running away from home, all I could think of...was her. I wanted to see her. She's my very being. I didn't know I would fall in love this hard. I went with a lot of girls. I flirt with them non-stop. But no one made me feel this way as she does.

I couldn't sleep. All I can do was look at her beautiful face. I made sure she was in a deep slumber when I reached out to touch her face and caress it, softly. Unknowingly, my lips formed a soft smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N." 

Reader's POV

I hugged my pillow tightly as I inhaled on it. But it was weird when I felt that my pillow was warm. My pillows in the morning were usually cold...and fluffy. This isn't fluffed or soft. Why does my pillow feel like it did some training to get muscular?

I slowly opened my eyes to see a nearly bare chest in front of me. I felt my pillow move and saw that my head was on top of his arm. I moved my head and saw his jaw clenched a bit, his adam's apple moved. He was sleeping, comfortably. 

Merlin... Why is he so handsome? Even when he sleeps, he is still so damn attractive. I could feel my cheeks warm as I look at him like he is the most beautiful painting I see every time I go to museums.

I brushed off my thoughts because I need to get up before James catch us. Especially, he didn't know that his best friend is here sleeping in my bedchamber. I turned around to move so I could get up. But a strong arm grabbed my waist and held me tightly. I could feel his warm chest behind my back. His breathing sent me shivers in my body. His soft lips are so close to my nape.

I held my breath and a part of me does not want to get out of his embrace. I wanted to stay for a while. Praying that neither James nor my parents would enter my bedchamber.

But it was Christmas Eve. They would wonder why I haven't woken up early because it was always me who woke them up. Seeing, the clock, it was 7:30 in the morning. 

Shit. I was supposed to wake them up an hour ago. Oh no...

My door was opened up, aggressively, and saw my brother, who had just woken up in a grumpy mood.

"Oi! Why the bloody hell--SIRIUS?!" If he could drop his jaw, he would've done it right now.

Sirius moved a bit, only to hold me close. Merlin, his best friend is about to kill him right now, on Christmas Eve, and he's still in his deep slumber.

Using my strength, I moved away from his embrace and finally stood up. That's when Sirius is finally waking up, slowly. I went to James to stop him from getting any closer to Sirius. 

"James, stop!" But he gently moved me away from him.

When Sirius finally came to his senses, he saw James and how furious he was. And poor him, because he hasn't got any idea why his best friend was furious. Since I moved away from him before he could realize that he was holding me tightly in his embrace.

"James?" He received a morning fist in his face from James.

"Bloody hell! What was that for?!" He wiped a small amount of blood on the side of his lips. 

"Why are you here in my sister's bedchamber? And most importantly, WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING BESIDE HER?!" James was shouting. I heard footsteps behind and turned around to see our parents.

"What is going on in here?" Dad asked. He was still sleepy but woken up when he saw Sirius was on my bed. "What is Black doing in here?"

My mum walked past James and went beside Sirius. She cast a worrying look on her face when she saw there was a cut on his lips. She held his face and examined him.

"Dear, what happened?" Mum asked him. James was surprised that mum ignored dad's question and the fact that Sirius was on my bed.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Potter. I felt like I deserved that punch." He looked at his best friend. James glared daggers at him and then turned to look at me. 

"Outside. Now!" He walked out of my room without looking at mum and Sirius, even dad who was standing in my doorway with crossed arms, I followed him.

We were in our manor's garden. It was hard to walk when the snow was thick to walk through. My brother stopped walking and looked at me. He was angry, really angry. I didn't speak and waited for him to go first.

"How long has this been going on? Tell me, now!"

"You are not my mother, to begin with, James. And for your information, nothing is going on between us!" I crossed my arms at him.

"Then why is he here?! I saw him cuddling you! My little sister--I swear if he did it with you--"

"I'm going to stop you right there. Sirius respects me because I'm your sister! And I think you should hear him out and ask him why he's here..." I stopped talking because I don't think that I am the right person to tell Sirius' situation right now. 

James didn't much talk after our argument but quietly went inside to see mum giving Sirius some milk and pancakes for breakfast. We have a house-elf, so it was quite surprising to see mum serving Sirius his breakfast.

James, beside me, was still angry. I could feel that he wants to murder his best friend. Dad was also glaring at Sirius. When our eyes met, he sent me a look, who needs saving. I only mouthed him 'sorry'. 

We went to the table and James quickly took the seat beside me. He made sure that I didn't sit beside or in front of Sirius.

"There you are, both of you. Y/N, dear, why haven't you woke us up earlier? It's unusual for you to sleep that long when you know it's Christmas Eve." Mum placed a plate of pancakes for me and James before sitting in front of me.

"I slept late last night," I answered then took a bite of my breakfast. Then mum turned her attention to Sirius beside her.

"So, Sirius..." Mum looked at him. You could see that he was nervous. I felt like I needed to apologize to him because I was the one who forced him to stay for the night and made him sleep beside me.

"Yes, ma'am?" He tried to keep his voice calm and looked at me. I gave him an assuring look but our eye contact was broken when James nudged me under the table using his thigh.

"James!" I hissed at him, not loud enough so that mum wouldn't mind us. Merlin, I was just making sure Sirius feels that they're not eating them alive with their eyes. Especially, dad, who had not stopped glaring at him.

"When did you arrive here? My children haven't told me anything that you're coming here--before Christmas day! Surely, your mother is okay with you here?"

He was quiet for a moment before he answers mum's questions. I continued to eat as they waited for his answer. 

"I... I, uh, ran away from home..." He awkwardly smiled. Mum's smile faded, and James and dad stopped glaring at him. They avoided Sirius's gaze and continue to eat.

Mum was emotional especially at her age, so she immediately hugged Sirius whilst wiping her tears. Sirius didn't know what to do, so he just patted mum's back, comforting her.

*****

We were preparing for a small party here in the manor. Whilst, James was still mad at his best friend because of the incident earlier, we all decided to let Sirius stay here until he graduates from Hogwarts.

I was staring in the mirror wearing a red party dress. The dress made my curves look visible. I almost couldn't breathe because mum tightened the corset earlier. Whilst I was trying to adjust my corset a little bit more, someone knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I called out. I saw Sirius opening the door, together with James. They were already wearing their party dress. By the looks of it, they already made up. I knew my brother has a soft spot for Sirius.

"Seems like you old married couple already work things out." I teased them as they rolled their eyes at me. They grinned at me, making me realize the situation I am about to endure for two years.

"Oh, shut up or I'm going to tell mum that you're trying to adjust your corset that she wanted to tighten so bad." 

"Don't make me hex you, James."

"You can't do that. You're not allowed to do magic." He widened his grin which made me annoyed. Sirius was enjoying our bickering.

Merlin, why's my brother in his sixth year yet acting like a first-year?

I stopped adjusting my corset and went to them. They lend their arms to me and looped mine into theirs. We made our way downstairs, laughing together. 

The party continued together with mum and dad's co-workers. James never left at my side which was annoying because he even wanted to come with me to the bathroom. I guess he never wants to leave me alone with Sirius.

But it doesn't matter anymore because Sirius was ambushed by our parents' co-workers as they were surprised to see a member of Black at the party.

"You should rescue him. He looks like he doesn't like the crowd surrounding him." I whispered to my brother. I saw a woman that looked in her early 20s approach, Sirius. She was beautiful. Her beautiful curly brunette hair. A type of woman that usually gets the guys falling to their knees.

The woman clings to his arm. This took him by surprise but smiled at the woman, genuinely. Something inside me ached and was stabbed by a sharp knife. He was clearly flirting with her. 

My smile faded as I remember the incident earlier. His arms were wrapped around me, his lips almost kissing the back of my neck.

But what did I expect? He is Sirius Black. A guy in my school almost wanted to date every girl and flirted with them continuously. Maybe, I am a fool for also falling for it. 

Maybe he didn't realize earlier that he was hugging me in his sleep. Maybe he was thinking of someone else. Maybe...

"Y/N, are you alright?" I came back to my senses when James nudged me. I looked at him and tried my best to smile.

"Yes... I'm tired, James. Can I turn in early?"

"Are you sure? It's almost Christmas. You never wanted to sleep early on this occasion. What's the matter?" James cast a worried look on his face. But I held his shoulder and assured him that I was alright.

"Well, if you say so... I'll take you upstairs."

"No need, brother. Goodnight." I tiptoed and kissed my brother's cheek before making my way through my bedchamber.

I closed the door behind me and leaned on it. I slowly sat on the floor, embracing my legs as I stop myself from crying. What a fool I am for believing that there was something behind his actions.

I have always fancied him since I was in my third year and he was in his fourth year. I never admitted it since I knew James wouldn't approve of it. So, I decided to date other guys just to forget that I have feelings for him. But it turns out that no matter how hard I try to date as I want... I never gave up on him. 

I never did...

I don't how long I was sitting but then I hear someone knock on the door behind me. I didn't answer to let them know that I was already sleeping.

"Y/N?" The moment I heard his voice, I leaned towards the door, waiting for him to continue. "Hey, I don't know if you're already sleeping. I could've greeted you with a Happy Christmas later in the morning but I feel like I needed to see you before I go to bed."

Sirius's POV

After escaping those who surrounded me earlier, I finally need to see her. It was almost midnight and I wanted to give her a present early before she goes to bed. So, I decided to find James. I knew that he didn't want to leave her sister's side.

"James." I reached for his shoulder. I saw that Y/N wasn't beside him. "Where is she?"

"She turned in early. Quite unusual. Unless...you did something to her--"

"Calm down, mate. You know I would never touch your sister." Even if I want her to be mine.

"You were cuddling her this morning. Don't you think I forgot about that?" He was still quite annoyed about the incident earlier. But it was understandable.

"I'll make it up to you by helping you together with Evans." I grinned at him as he rolled his eyes at me but I knew he was blushing deep inside. 

I was getting impatient and wanted the party to end as soon as possible. I can't sneak upstairs because these people are keeping me, James especially. So, when it finally ended, I didn't wait for my best friend and went upstairs. The next thing I know is that I was standing at her door.

Holding a small red velvet box, I put it in my trousers' pocket before knocking on her door. I don't know if she was sleeping or still awake but I couldn't wait.

"Y/N?" She didn't answer but I continued to talk anyway. Something tells me that she wasn't asleep yet. "Hey, I don't know if you're already sleeping. I could've greeted you with a Happy Christmas later in the morning but I feel like I needed to see you before I go to bed."

Taking a deep breath, I sat on the floor and leaned my back on the door.

"Happy Christmas, Y/N. It's funny how I wanted this holiday is to spend with you, alone... That would be a good present for this year, don't you think? And I am sorry about this morning. I shouldn't hold you like that when I know that it was one-sided all along but--" I didn't get the chance to finish my words as I felt my back hitting a hardwood floor.

Reader's POV

So, he did know that he was cuddling me this morning. I stood up, opening the door for him when his back started to hit the floor.

"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I kneeled as he was looking me upside down. He gave me an annoying grin. "Too bad, I was hoping you hit your head hard that you wouldn't be able to remember anything."

He stood up and fixed himself before lending his hand to me to take it--which I took as he helped me to stand up.

"You're still awake." 

"That's because you were loud..."

"I wasn't even that loud, love." He closed the door behind him. After that, he pulled me closer. My hands were on his chest whilst his hands were on my waist.

"What are you doing, Sirius? Get rid of me and stop calling me that." I was getting nervous. A part of me hated myself for opening the door to him. I was still quite mad about the scene earlier. He was bloody flirting with that woman.

So, I tried to pull away from him but he was too strong for me. Maybe it would be a nice idea if I hit his family gem, don't you think?

"You were nice to me last night. And now you want to get rid of me? Make up your mind, woman."

"That's because you're bloody annoying! You held me earlier then proceeds to flirt with a woman who's like three to four years older than you! I know you're a flirt--you're even known for it! Making girls cry after you got what you want for satisfying yourself." I clenched his cloth, not looking at him.

Why am I crying? 

"And now... I won't fall for your words. I'm sure you've told that to a couple of women, already. I'm not an idiot. I am not." He started to hold my wrists that were placed on his chest then he leaned down his forehead into my head.

"I know... You're not an idiot. You are Y/N Euphemia Potter. The girl that I really fell in love with. James knew about these feelings I have for you. But you know your brother. He didn't want me to get involved with you. So, I went out with a couple of girls just to be sure that I was only infatuated with you." He started to cup my face and slowly made me face him. He was wiping my tears using his thumb.

"But it wasn't just an infatuation. I was falling in love with you. Deeply. James told me that I didn't need to prove to him that I was serious about you. Because whatever your judge will be yours. That it will be your decision. Not mine nor his."

"Now, tell me. Would you give me a chance? I know that I am a jackass, an annoying piece of shit, an immature prat--whatever you want to call me." I laughed softly at his words as he did the same. "But I would give you everything that I have. I swore that I would not fall in love again unless it was you. This is how I am deeply madly in love with you. You don't know that there isn't a day that I can't stop thinking about you since I found you."

He slipped his arm to my waist while the other remained on my cheek. He went closer to my face, smelling a faint of sparkling wine in his breath.

"What would be your answer?"

"You do know that dad and James would hex you if you break my heart, right?" 

"I'm taking my chances, love. But it hurts me to think that I would hurt you." He gave his annoying puppy eyes.

"You were flirting earlier..." 

"Ah, jealous already? I was being nice but I wouldn't go that far." He placed a kiss on my nose which took me by surprise.

"Happy Christmas, Sirius. And this will be your present." Remembering his words earlier, I tiptoed and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. I was about to pull away as I meant the kiss to only last for two seconds. But he pulled me deeper. Kissing me like there's no tomorrow.

Once he pulled away, he reached for his pocket, revealing a small red velvet box. He opened it and saw a beautiful ring. It wasn't just any ring--it was designed with small-shaped stars.

"You're not proposing to me, are you?"

"Not yet. But don't worry I'm planning to. Maybe after you graduate from Hogwarts?" He winked at me then removed the ring from the box and placed it on my ring finger. "It suits you perfectly." Then he proceeds to kiss the back of my hand.

*****

Did I do good? I feel like I ended the story, badly. But still enjoy. I promise I'll make it up to you guys! Thank you for supporting me, especially those people who continuously keep reading my one-shot on Tumblr.

Peace out!

[mads-weasley]

Coming Home: Pt. 5

Andrew!Peter Parker x Wife!Reader

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A/N: Part 5 is finally here! Sorry for the wait! I do not own any of these amazing characters except (y/n) and Ben! Enjoy!

Summary: On their big anniversary date, (y/n) has some big news to share with Peter.

Warnings: mentions of violence, overwhelming fluffiness, and pregnancy

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

As (y/n) was adding the last touches to her hair and makeup, she couldn’t help but be ecstatic about her and Pete’s date. It was their 5-year wedding anniversary, so they wanted to do something special to celebrate. Peter had made a reservation at one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in the city but didn’t tell her where they were going to eat because he wanted it to be a surprise.

(Y/n) had her own surprise for Peter. Just the week before, she had found out that she was pregnant. When she first found out, she wanted to tell Peter right away, but then decided to wait for their anniversary dinner. Putting on her earrings, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a form-fitting royal blue cocktail dress with black heels. Turning to the side, she couldn't help but visualize what her stomach would look like in a few months.

With happy tears brimming her vision, she smoothed down her dress and walked out into the living room where Peter was waiting. He was sitting on the couch watching TV when he heard the click of her heels against the hardwood. Standing and turning around, the sweetest smile painted his face as he stepped closer to her.

Hugging and kissing her cheek, he cooed. "Babe, you look so amazing. You're so beautiful."

"You look amazing, too."

He was wearing black slacks with a white button up that was snug on his biceps in all the right ways. She slid her hands down his chest sighing.

'This is really my husband,' she thought. 'A literal superhero.' Another kiss from Peter broke her from her thoughts.

"We all set to go?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Where are we going?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, Mrs. Parker."

With a smirk, Peter opens the door and they are on their way to the restaurant.

~

Sitting down at the table, (y/n) can't help but fiddle with the bottom of her dress as she waited for the right moment to tell Peter her amazing news. Peter was talking to her, but she was lost in thought. After a few minutes of this, he caught on, reaching for her hand across the table with a concerned face.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Broken out of her trance, she takes his hand with a smile. "Yeah. I've just got a lot on my mind."

"It might help to talk about it."

"I'll tell you about it soon, okay?" she asks, rubbing his hand softly with her thumb.

He was about to speak, but was cut off by a waiter walking up to their table. While he was taking her and Peter's orders, which he placed for her, (y/n) finally decided she was going to tell him about her pregnancy when they got home. May was watching Ben for the night, so they had the place to themselves. She immediately felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest.

The young couple laughed and reminisced about their past 5 years of marriage, Ben's adorable moments, and his "Spider-Manning."

"Do you remember that time that you came back from patrol smelling like sewage when we first got married?" She asked, throwing her head back laughing.

With a sigh, Peter chuckled. "Yes, I do. Do you remember the story?"

"Of course. You had to fight that guy that would....what was it?"

"He would rob banks and then escape through the sewers."

"That's what it was!" She exclaimed. "You smelled worse than that one time Ben-"

"Okay, okay. We're about to eat, (y/n)!" He cut her off, trying to control his laughter.

Soon after, the food came. Within minutes, Peter had finished while (y/n) still had 3/4 of her's left. With his super fast metabolism, he was always eating, so she had become used to this. They spend the rest of the time talking about what the next five years would bring, and (y/n) had to make sure she didn't accidentally spill the beans.

Leaving, Peter took her hand as they walked through the streets of New York City. The city looked completely different at night, and (y/n) slowed them to a stop to admire the view. Little did she know that Peter was simply admiring her smiling face the whole time they stopped. Glancing at him, she caught the look he was giving her and immediately melted.

"What?" She asked quietly.

He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. "Nothing. You're just so perfect. I love you."

"I love you, too, Pete. There's no one else I'd have rather spent these past 5 years with."

Leaning in, their lips connected in a kiss that left them both wanting more. With a sly grin, Peter lowered his voice as he looked around them.

"How about we take our long-time favorite mode of transportation and swing to the apartment so we can continue this?"

Alarm bells went off in (y/n)'s mind at the idea. She had refused to swing around with Peter when she was pregnant with Ben, and she was determined to do the same.

"So, what do you think?" He asked, placing his hands on her hips as she wrapped her's around his neck.

"I think," she started, "It could be bad for the baby."

Peter just laughed, not fully grasping what she had said. A few seconds later, it dawned on him that her comment didn't make sense.

"What?" he asked breathlessly, eyes glancing from her face to her stomach.

She just nodded at him with a hopeful smile, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Within a second, Peter wrapped her up in his arms as he spun them around.

"We're having another baby." He cooed when he gently placed her on the ground once again, smiling as wide as she had ever seen. "When did you find out?"

They were both crying freely now, still wrapped in each other's arms.

"Last week. It's been so hard keeping it a secret."

His expressing changes slightly. "This actually makes sense."

It was now her turn to give him a questioning glance. "What do you mean?"

"The past month or so, my spidey-senses have been going off randomly around you, but I guess it wasn't random at all. It was the baby I was sensing."

"Wow. You amaze me every day, Peter Parker... no pun intended."

"Yeah, you definitely meant it. Wait! Ben is going to be so excited!"

"Let's go home now and worry about that tomorrow, okay?" She suggested.

"Yes ma'am, Mrs. Parker."

~

The next day when May dropped Ben off at the apartment, they broke her the news. Her reaction was much like theirs; tears of joy and squeals of excitement. What she was most excited about though, was the chance of the baby being a girl. Peter was the only child May had raised, and she couldn't help but wish for a little girl.

After she left, they called Ben into their bedroom. As his small 3 year old feet pattered down the hall, (y/n) couldn't help but imagine the other set of feet that would join him in a few years. Busting through the door, Ben ran and jumped onto the bed next to them.

"Guess what! May took me to get ice cream and she even let me eat it before my dinner!"

"Oh my goodness! She sure does spoil you, bud!" Peter laughed, pulling him to sit directly in front of him and (y/n) on the bed. "Mommy and I have something to tell you."

His eyes lit up. "Am I getting more ice cream?!"

"No, sweetheart." (Y/n) cooed. "You're going to be a big brother!"

A confused look passed his face, just like the one that was on his father's the night before. At the familiar look, Peter gently took Ben's hand and put it on his wife's stomach.

"There's a baby in mommy's stomach. You're getting a baby brother or sister."

At this explanation, his jaw dropped and his mouth was wide open. "There's a baby in there?"

"Yep. And you're going to be able to meet them soon."

He shot up and ran out of the room. "I'm getting my old toys to give the baby!!"

A smile formed on the Parker's faces at their son's adorable comment. They already knew he would be the best big brother, and in that moment, the vision of the next few years in the Parker house solidified in the couple's minds.

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[randomshyperson]

Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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[gentil-minou]

Reading your sentiadrien post, I just have to say that as a person who really hates this theory, I found this explanation to be comforting to my increasing anxiety over him being a sentimonster. You addressed a lot of the problems I have with this theory but I also think that the fear that some people have for it has a lot to do with the precarious and sensitive position it puts Adrien in. He now has an achilles heel if you will, an area of him that if successfully attacked could result in his demise. There’s also the fact that Adrien is a character a lot of people identify with, and him being a sentimonster in some people’s eyes makes him purposeless. Most individuals want to feel as though they contribute something to the world, that they mattered in some capacity, but if Adrien is a sentimonster he was only created to fulfill the purpose of being perfect in the eyes of his parents. In other words, he has no ulterior purpose, no worthy cause, no free choice. I really liked how you showed the dislike of this theory through the lens of fear, it made me realize that perhaps there’s a more internal reason for me not liking the senti-Adrien theory. This post is really beautiful and perfectly encapsulates what is so special about Adrien’s story!

Anon, first off THANK YOU for asking the question I most wanted to answer:

Does Adrien being a senti-being invalidate his existence, since this means he was created "for someone else"?

For starters, let's highlight what you said here: "Most individuals want to feel as though they contribute something to the world, that they mattered"

Before we talk about how this applies to Adrien, let's first discuss how this might apply to someone more like you or me...

A person is born. They're parents have expectations and beliefs about who they brought into the world ("created" if you will). They see a beautiful little girl, who they picture will one day get married to a lovely man and have a family of her own. They see her growing up to be an amazing housewife, so as they raise her they teach her all the values that they thing matter most to that goal.

They teach her to walk carefully, cross her legs when she sits, speak kindly and with manners. They buy her barbies and dollhouse and pink dresses and chastise her when she reaches for her brother's Legos and superman costume. They enroll her in ballet and gymnastics, even when she cries that she wants to play soccer with her brother and his friends and get muddy. Mom teaches her how to cook and clean and serve guests, so she can be the perfect housewife like she is.

This person grows up to be 13, a developmental age where children begin to develop independence and self identity. Where they take the rules they've learned and see how it applies to them, if it does. The age where they start to question their place in the world, and what freedom means to them.

This person realizes..."I don't feel like a girl." This person cuts their hair really short one night, just to see how it feels (magical). For Halloween they dress up as a boy as a "joke" (they feel amazing). This person realizes they've never liked a guy or girl, that sex and having a family isn't as important to them as being happy and having a fulfilling passion. This person starts going by he/him.

Of course his parents are against it, they even refuse. Throw him out of the house..."You're not who we wanted to bring into the world." And it hurts, he hurts so much. But he also has amazing friends and a supporting community. He leaves the house, but he feels more like a person than he's ever felt in his life. He gets therapy, a name change, surgery, etc and he feels like himself, a person.

Now, anon, because this person didn't turn out like his parents expected him to, does that make him any less valid? Does that negate any of his life experiences? Does this mean his future is not bright?

Going back to Adrien, he is literally a hero. He saves the day. But he's also intelligent, really funny. Cares for his friends. He likes fencing and playing piano with those he cares about. He loves sweets. He has a personality, he even rebels sometimes. He's kind and loving, he wears his heart on his sleeve and lives with every bit of it. He is Chat Noir, 1/2 of Paris' crime fighting duo.

Who cares what he was made for? My parents wanted me to get married and have kids and be a doctor. I haven't done any of that. Does that make me purposeless? Not at all.

I have a purpose, one I found and made for myself (and it was really freaking hard to get this far).

Sure Adrien might have been created to be a certain ay, but as we've seen in the show he has FOUND his own purpose. He chose his own destiny, and he rocks at it.

He does have free choice, he makes it everyday. And since we are still learning the rules of this universe, who can say he won't be able to get his freedom back himself and be truly free?

Saying he has no purpose, no free choice. No reason for existence means nothing because every episode PROVES that he has a purpose, he's doing something no one else can. He's so much more than we think he is. More than what his parents or friends or anyone expect him to be. He's more than what he thinks.

He's himself, he's Adrien, senti or not. And that's all he needs to have a purpose.

[popsicle-parfait]

❗WARNING❗: This is a rant post, you are not obligated to read this but just know that if you do I am not responsible for the feelings you get from it.

Okay, so can we just take a moment to talk about fanfics and their character/ oc development? Today I looked at a fanfic and I saw an oc character sheet, yknow the normal stuff you see when you start reading someone's story. Now this this what ticked me off, it said in the abilities section of the bio "Able to control air and oxygen and any water around him. " now if that wasn't bad enough in the weakness portion of the chapter it said "There's not really a weakness to their abilities". I don't know about you but your dear old pal here HATES overpowered characters with a ridiculous stat ratio. Now this is where the rant starts so excuse anything offensive I say because I'm mad as hell. EXCUSE ME? I'm sorry but if your damn character has the abilities of a whole god and their drawback is a HEADACHE then your oc is just bad. No I'm not kidding, I'm 100% certain on what I'm saying and listen to me when I tell you this, your oc has to have character development and having an op ability set just takes away the whole purpose of that and leaves no room for anything interesting to happen in your fanfic. Have you ever thought of why you lost motivation if your fanfic? Or maybe it hasn't gotten the spice you want in it? IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE YOUR OC HAS A TRASHY PERSONALITY WITH THE LEG ROOM OF A DAMN OCTOPUS. I'm not gonna sit here and read your story when your oc is all like "Everything is so boring, everyone is so stupid for not seeing that attack coming. You guys are so annoying and I'm better than y'all. I'm just not gonna say anything or contribute to the plot because I know everything already 😩" FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT🤡 I wanna cry so bad because I just can't believe these people really looked at their oc, approved it, then had the nerve to say "He's rude but is really kind" I'M SORRY? Kind???! W H E R E??? PLEASE I BEG OF Y'ALL BALANCE YOUR OCS OUT!!

Okay but seriously if you want some advice here's what's I actually recommend for this type of stuff:

Take a moment and stop what you're writing. I know you have a lot of ideas of what you want in your story but just stop worrying about the plot and think about the oc's your inserting there.

Study your character, think about anime references or other anime characters you want to base your oc off of and get inspiration from that

Next I would recommend to really think about what type of person you want your oc to be and think to yourself "what would I do (or how would I react, ) if I came across this type of person irl?" because to you this character might seem cool but if you look at it at a realistic standpoint they're probably a really horrible/ toxic person.

When you think about your oc's backstory I want you to think about your fandoms universe. What are the basic things that apply to this fandom? What is okay and reasonable enough to fit in this fandom? How would this tie into your fandoms lore? (this also really important because if your fandom is about a highschool anime and your oc is "the demon lord from hell" it wouldn't fit and it just disregards the structure of the anime.) I really want y'all the do some research on the fandom you're inserting your oc into, don't just go in blind.

Another thing would your oc's appearance, face claims are okay. I'm fine with that. But if you don't use face claims and your description of your oc is "black hair, yellow (left) and blue (right) eyes, scars everywhere, bandages everywhere" I'm going to assume your oc is an emo wannabe with an attention problem. Sorry not sorry, hehe~ 😜

Oh, another thing I want y'all to take into consideration is your oc's abilities. I really want you guys to know that it is okay if your oc is "normal". You don't have to give them the backstory of a broken king, you don't have to give them trauma and you don't have to make them "special". Your character is the mc for being themselves, they don't need all of that fancy stuff because even if they're bland they stand out against the original protagonist of the anime. You don't have to make them super edgy or super important because there's a thing called character development. The abilities your oc has (in my opinion at least) must start small. Then as the story continues and as the oc makes more important relationships between themselves and the people around them it gives them time to think about certain things in a new light and that pushes them to want to work hard. (1)

Let's say I have an oc named Oscar or something and they're an insert to the anime My Hero Academia. By me giving them the ability to see the future (please don't take any ideas from this istg) it also means they see the USJ attack and if they predict that very important plot point and inform the main characters about it that basically means that attack wouldn't happen the way it does in the anime. Now there are a lot of factors to be considered in this such as, lida doesn't run to get the pro heroes, All Might doesn't save class 1-A, and Izuku doesn't get the determination he gets to work more on OFA because he doesn't have to worry about All Might being pushed to his limit as severally as he does in canon. Please, I advise you to think about these things. (2)

Thank you for taking your time to read my whole post and let's hope I don't lose followers for this, these types of things need to be thought about and I feel like no one actually takes their time to and just throws whatever character they can come up with in a story. Um... Have a cool pic I guess...

[6okuto]

I heard ur writing angst 🥴 ur a blessing on this fandom queen *leans on wall* *slips n falls* *breaks my neck* oh no, anyway. So.... you know.... i wanna request the angstiest hcs you can think of for rime. He hasn't suffered enough i think, he could use some more character development (in the opposite direction) aha i want to see him cry i want to see him lose it. Fictif dont be cowards give us a rime crying sprite 🥰

— rime angst hcs

note from nia: u r a blessing in my inbox! winks. leans against fire hydrant. it explodes. i'm flung into the air like a cartoon character. also i think you guys should imagine this while listening to goodbye from the arcane ost btw. as a treat

i really don't expect felix to cut rime off by the end of this but imagine if rime succeeded in seriously injuring mc

lol

felix finally finding you two and you're on the ground, not moving. blood on rime's blade and face as he looks down

"rime what the hell are you doing?!"

"what does it look like i'm doing? i'm getting rid of an inconvenience."

maybe what agitates rime more than you trying to call felix's name is how felix immediately turns to look at you and slides to the floor

how he starts checking your wounds and caressing your face, promising that you'll be okay, that "it's alright. just keep breathing for me, please,"

effectively ignoring rime, again. for you.

"are you serious, felix? what about me? what about them is so special that you're choosing them?"

"why does that matter—" "because you were supposed to choose me."

like i think people forget sometimes how insane the situation is for rime. dying, being brought back, his boyfriend not wanting to be his boyfriend anymore, the new person he chose having his old relic but not being as skilled as he was yet replacing him in every way....bro's flabbergasted and rightfully so

"i wasn't supposed to do anything." "really? says the guy who spent years trying to bring me back?"

[cue rime crying (but grinning?) sprite] "you were supposed to choose me, felix. not this random person from another world who can't even figure out their own powers. want me to say that again? they were an accident. a pathetic excuse for my replacement, don't you think?"

felix is pissed . like genuinely angry

"and you thought trying to kill them would make me choose you? that was your grand plan? what's wrong with you, rime?"

something about that line hits rime specifically by the way . the idea that something is wrong with him.

"you...you're not the rime i thought i was bringing back. and i'm accepting that. maybe you should too."

rime has to watch you be carried off and felix won't look at him past a final pained (& slightly regretful) glance

are we thinking that rime would sort of scream and throw things at the beginning of a breakdown because 😍😁 like a little slowly creeping realization of what just happened, breathing faster, choking out a sad spiteful laugh, before throwing the weapon in his hand against the ground and yelling 😁 breathing heavy and pulling at his hair as he crouches on the ground before forcing himself to regain composure and finally walking away, numbing himself and accepting reality 😁

but like . in the actual plot .

rime alone with escell...waiting for you and felix to come back..."you know your son has done this before? he's so stubborn and now mc is with him, they're getting back even if he has to give up 2 limbs in the process." (said so. so bitterly)

rime watching felix wait for you to wake up . rime watching you two talk and before he makes a dramatic retching noise he feels angry and a tinge of jealousy

and in all honesty i think rime is working through his own thing and getting over felix being with mc. esp since the writers said the main reason he hates us is because he thinks we'll never live up to him rather than specifically wanting felix back.

But...imagining....rime. who hasn't worked on that yet or met mc personally....waking up from a nightmare about dying and reaching for felix who isn't there .

rime watching mc with his felix and the astrolabe which bonds with healers and those who are kind and selfless. rime realizing he'll never be who he was before or get back what he had.

rime seeing the white streaks in his hair and wanting to cut them

because when felix or sage or anisa say his name it isn't in respect or kindness. it isn't to the captain of the starsworn that they loved . mc's presence is them moving on and rime is forced to choose a path because of it

rime remembering felix waking you up. wondering if felix would still do the same for him. if he'd be as upset as he was the first time he died.

rime deciding he'll live for himself, whatever that means.

[nothing-but-dreamy]

SECRET LOVE

Pairing: DBH!Connor X OC!Character

Words: 3.636

Warnings: smut, dominance (nothing too heavy), slightly rough Connor

Summary: Kat is a detective of the DPD and secretly dating one of her colleagues for a few weeks. After a long day, the only thing she is yearning for is a nice evening with her boyfriend to forget about all the idiots in the world. But sometimes ‘nice’ is not the wanted thing.

02. January 2039

05:26:07 PM

… and the only thing Kat wanted was a coffee, a hot shower, pizza and maybe watching a movie… But instead she pushed a junky around she had arrested thirty minutes ago as he was dealing nearby an elementary school.

The junky grunted as he stumbled forward, a bit clumsy on his feet, “Come on, sweetheart, be a bit more cautious with me. There is still a chance for the two of us to work out. I mean after everything we went through so far.”

“I don’t think so, asshole.”, Kat muttered and pushed the guy further through the department to put him finally into one of the detention cells. It was a pity that the cells had electrical doors nowadays, otherwise, she just could throw the key away.

“But darling-”

“Shut the fuck up and move.”, Kat spitted and pushed him around once again.

“You need help there, hon?”, Gavin asked with a lopsided smirk while he leant casually against his desk with crossed arms and legs.

Kat rolled with her eyes. That was another asshole she didn’t need right now. Not after such a long day. “No, thanks, I’m fine. There’s no need for you to get your hands dirty.”, Kat fired back.

“Oh, but Kat, I would love to get my hands dirty...with you. If you just could read my mind right now-”

“Then, I’m sure, I would puke straight into your ugly face.”, Kat hissed and was happy to reach the detention cell and to leave Gavin, the biggest asshole of the DPD, behind. Kat pushed the junky into the cell and closed the door with the scan of the palm of her hand.

“But, baby. You can’t leave me alone here. I’m afraid of the dark.”, the junky said with a disgusting smirk.

Kat closed her eyes, breathed in and counted to five to calm herself. She really needed the end of the work day or … her boyfriend.

“Hey, Chris! Where's Hank?”, Kat asked as she stopped by the abandoned desks of Hank and Connor. Neither the Lieutenant nor the android were around.

“They brought a suspect in ten minutes ago. I guess they’re still in the interrogation room.”, Chris answered and turned back to his own work. Kat considered if she should just wait til they were done or if she should visit them. She looked quickly around, her eyes fell on Gavin who spoke to a colleague. If he would see her sitting around alone, he would come over to her - the last thing she wanted.

So, Kat decided to sneak into the interrogation room. An officer sat at the desk and controlled the camera and the microphone. Hank sat next to him and observed the interrogation room through the one-way mirror. Kat closed the door softly but Hank noticed her nevertheless. He greeted her with a quick nod before he looked back ahead to his partner.

Kat knew about their latest case. An android had killed its owner and they had searched for it for a while. Since the successful revolution, these kinds of attacks were rare but they happened from time to time. Hank and Connor were still assigned to these cases and now, as they had found the suspect, it was Connor’s turn to question the android.

Connor wore still his grey jacket and his typical white suit shirt underneath but the android markings were gone. The blue band around his arm and the android label on his back were both removed. He was no longer property of CyberLife but he got used to the style of clothes, so he had decided to keep them. Even the black tie was still around his neck. Kat liked to watch the android no matter what he did.

That was one of the reasons why she had said yes as Connor had asked her out several weeks ago. He had been nervous as hell, Kat had seen it in his eyes and his insecure expression but she had said yes and till now, it was the best decision she had ever made when it came to men. To date an android was interesting and new. She had expected it to be more awkward but there was nothing that felt uncomfortable with him.

Connor was extremely nice, the complete difference to all her ex-boyfriends before. He acted as a real gentleman and treated her right. Always. Til this day, Kat didn’t regret getting into a relationship with Connor. But they kept it secretly to avoid any unwanted attention - mostly of Gavin who already had made it to his personal mission to torture Connor whenever he could. It is not for nothing that Kat always called him Detective 'douchebag' Reed.

Kat enjoyed watching Connor interview a suspect. She had seen it several times before but each time, she was amazed by his skill to get a confession. Sure, his analyzing program was helpful to find clues before the suspect even spoke a word but it was for his special ability to piece these information together in no time that made the difference.

"Is this the android who killed its owner? Have you found it finally?", Kat asked curiously. Hank nodded.

"At least, that's what the eye witnesses said. They saw it running away but it came back one night. Maybe Connor will get something out of it.", Hank explained and Kat was sure the android would be successful. She was glad that she came to the right moment.

Connor sat across the suspect, an MC500 model. An android for paramedic purposes. The victim had been a dealer, maybe there was a connection. But this one android was rigged up with dirty skin and clothes which were damaged. This model reminded Kat always of a Ken-like guy but this one seemed to be living on the street or it had experienced some bad times.

Connor considered the best approach. He considered a friendly way to gain his trust but the android in front of him seemed to have experienced a few rough things so, maybe, it wouldn't be impressed by kindness and wouldn't fall for it. The android's right arm was covered with deep scars which were glowing blue and even its chest seemed to be damaged, visible through the shrewd fabric. The best way would be a more aggressive one. Maybe if he would scare it, it would talk more easily.

Kat watched how Connor skimmed through the case file and the pictures with his long, slender fingers. She saw him stopping at some pictures, probably searching for the right way to start.

Several minutes passed before Connor looked at the handcuffed android. "What's your name?", Connor asked directly to start the interview slowly. His smooth voice sounded like honey and Kat was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend doing his job. After this rough day of chasing a junky through half of Detroit’s city, she needed some eye candy.

"So, you want to stay silent, huh?", Connor said and stood up more aggressively than necessary. With crossed arms, he walked around the table and towered above the other android. He looked down at it with a stern expression. His brows were drawn together and his brown eyes were gleaming darkly. Suddenly, Connor freed his hands and slammed them violently on the metal surface of the table. The booming sound echoed through the interrogation room and Kat jumped a little. Surprised, she watched how Connor lowered towards the android to be on the same level while he was still towering him.

"Just because androids aren't slaves anymore doesn't mean that you can run around and kill humans.", Connor grunted deeply. "You're accused of murder,", he said low but threatening, "Crimes like this will be punished. You hear me?", Connor asked, still very threatening.

With huge eyes, Kat watched how Connor grabbed the android by its collar to pull it up to his eye level.

"Do you hear me? I swear you will be sent back to CyberLife." he threatened. "They will switch you off and tear you apart piece by piece!", he screamed into the android's face. The android winced and shuddered. But Connor just tightened his grip on the fabric. "You're just a fucking murderer! A cold blooded piece of shit who killed an innocent human!", Connor spat poisonously and let the android drop back on its chair.

With an open mouth, Kat looked shocked at Connor who had cursed in front of her for the first time. He acted aggressive. He screamed. He became physical. She had never seen him like this before. Her mind was racing to process what she had seen and heard. His voice was dark, deep and demanding. He was dominant and the boss in this room who showed off his power. Kat was speechless and became… turned on.

"I… I don't want to be destroyed…", the android whispered weakly.

But Connor didn't seem to be impressed. Instead, he waited and stared down at the android unemotional. He waited a few more moments before he slammed his hands on the surface again. "I don't care what you want! The victim also didn't have a chance to decide if he wanted to die or not. You took that chance from him!", Connor said low but powerful.

This low voice shot goosebumps down Kat's spine.

"But just because he attacked me first!", the android screamed back desperately to explain himself and that was the breaking point. Connor sat back on his place across the android and listened to the confession. Hank was also listening but Kat had difficulties to follow the interrogation. Several times, she tried to concentrate but her mind was always drifting back to the demanding voice and rough behavior of Connor.

Kat felt that something rose inside her. She knew the hot feeling that rose deep in her core all too well. And she knew the reason behind that feeling: Connor. Connor had turned her on so much with his aggressive way that she wasn't able to concentrate anymore.

Kat sneaked out of the room. Neither Hank nor the officer had noticed her disappearance. In the hallway, she leant against the wall next to the door and stemmed her hands into her sides. She tried to calm her thoughts but intense pictures were running in front of her eyes and fueled her lust even more. Her mind was running wild.

Several minutes later, the door opened and awoke Kat from her trance. The officer left the room with the android and Hank by its side. Connor followed them. Kat grabbed Connor by his arm to pull him towards her.

"Oh, hey, Kat- what's wrong?", Connor asked, concerned as he saw Kat's dark eyes.

But she just dragged the puzzled Connor after her, down the hallway and slipped into the next available room.

"That's the male bathroom, Kat.", Connor explained softly but she pressed her hand over his mouth.

"I don't care.", Kat said low. She saw the confusion in Connor's eyes. "I saw you. During the interrogation. What was that?"

"What do you mean?", Connor asked with a raised brow.

"You were cursing! You were aggressive and dominant. I had no idea you could be like this!"

"It was a tactic to approach the suspe-", Connor explained matter of factly.

Kat stopped him from speaking once again. "I don't care, Connor. You turned me extremely on with this behavior and for ten minutes, I can't think of anything else than how you acted in this room.", Kat whispered low but heavy. Connor noticed her aroused manner. Slowly, Kat removed her hand from his mouth.

"So, you liked that, huh?", Connor asked low and straightened himself to his full height.

Kat nodded slowly with a lopsided smirk. She moved her hands up and down his chest but Connor reacted quickly.

He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the door with his lower body while he shoved her hands above her head. "You like it rough, baby girl?", he asked with a deep voice and dark eyes. Connor watched how she gnawed on her lower lip while she was nodding. Connor lowered his head but stopped inches from her lips to tease her. Kat tried to escape his hands but he just tightened the grip. Only then, he crashed his lips on hers for a hungry kiss.

Kat moaned and arched her back to greet his chest with her breasts. Connor understood the hint and changed his grip around her hands. With one hand, he held both of her wrists while he stroked along her side with his right hand. Teasingly and very slowly, he slid his fingers down her ribcage to her hip. Then, he slipped underneath her shirt and stroked up to her chest. Kat's breath quickened as Connor reached her breast to squeeze it softly. Kat enjoyed it and let her head fall back against the door.

Connor took the chance and bit into her neck with the right amount of pressure to make her moan again.

"Connor…", she whispered raspy with closed eyes.

"Yes? What can I do for you?", he asked but his voice was filled with dominance.

"I- I need you…", she breathed low and Connor released her hands. Kat took the opportunity and dug her fingers into his soft hair. She looked into his eyes. A cheeky smirk played on his lips. Before Kat could say anything, Connor grabbed her ass, raised her up and brought her over to the sink to place her there on top. Kat snaked her legs around his waist, grabbed his tie and pulled him down to kiss him passionately. Both his hands worked his way up and down her body while Kat rolled her hips against him to increase the friction.

Connor dug his fingers into Kat's long, braided hair and pulled her head back to get a good spot on her neck. He kneaded her breast and played with her hardened nipple through the fabric which caused her to moan his name once again. He kissed up and down her neck before he bit down.

"Uh… not that strong…", Kat cried out but her voice was filled with pure lust.

"I just want to make sure that you know that you're mine. And only mine.", Connor whispered husky against her skin.

"I.. I'm just yours, Connor.", Kat admitted raspy.

"Well, that didn't sound very convincing.", Connor said and stepped back from Kat who was already a mess. Her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen and her clothes askew.

As she saw Connor stepping away from her, she was shocked. Kat jumped from the sink and stepped forward to reach him but Connor stepped back until she stopped.

"Turn around.", Connor commanded low. His eyes held an arrogant expression.

"W-what?", Kat asked, confused. She was overwhelmed by the situation. By his dominant way and his strong voice.

"I said, turn around!", he said, more demanding than before.

Kat followed his instructions. She turned around and stood in front of the mirror. She looked at herself and untied her hair because the braided tail was already disheveled. Connor closed up to her from behind. And Kat watched him through the mirror coming closer.

"Look at me!", Connor said deeply into Kat's left ear. Just his voice shot goosebumps down her spine and she shuddered, already filled with lust. Connor towered behind her and stroked over her hips to the button of her jeans to open it. He opened the zipper slowly to slip his right hand inside.

Kat's knees started to wobble as she felt Connor's hand slowly moving forward down her slip. As he touched it, Kat felt how soaked the fabric already was.

"Oh, you're really in this mood, aren't you, baby girl?", Connor whispered.

Kat nodded while she bit down on her lower lip. She squirmed against his chest the longer he teased her over the fabric. As Kat started to roll with her hips to grind her ass against him, Connor moved his hand underneath the fabric of the soaked slip. Kat cried out with relish as she felt Connor's fingers sliding between her folds. He stopped his moves and placed his other hand over her mouth.

"You have to be more quiet or someone will hear us. If you're too loud I fear I have to stop. Got it?", Connor asked and removed his hand slowly to move it down to her neck. His long fingers were laying softly around her throat. "Say it!", he demanded with his lips sliding on the outer rim of Kat's ear.

"I have to be more quiet. Please, continue…", Kat begged desperately what caused Connor to grin.

He waited a few more seconds and concentrated on Kat's rapid heartbeat and her erratic pulse caused by him. Her chest was moving uneven and she was shuddering against him. Very slowly, Connor slipped two of his fingers back into her. Kat's hot core was dripping wet and his fingers were covered in seconds. "You feel that?", Connor whispered as he pushed his fingers a bit deeper inside her.

"Y-yes…", Kat nodded and whimpered low to stay quiet.

Connor looked Kat in the eyes through the mirror. "That's me inside of you, Kat.", he said smirking and pushed deeper. "I know how much you love my hands on your body.", he said low and moved his left hand to her breast to knead it slowly. "And my fingers inside of you like this.", he continued and pumped into her again.

Each time he did that, Kat shuddered more and more. She felt her core tightening.

Connor noticed that she was close, so he removed his hand a bit to extend the moment. "Kat", Connor said to get her attention, "Tell me you're mine.", he demanded, breathing against her ear. She looked him straight in the brown eyes which were sparkling darkly.

"I-I'm yours…", Kat whispered low between two heavy breaths.

"I can't hear you. What did you say, baby girl?", Connor asked innocently. But his dark voice compared with the nickname gave her goosebumps again.

"I'm just yours, Connor.", Kat said more clearly.

"Exactly, you are just mine! No one else is allowed to touch you! Got it?", Connor said as a statement and Kat had to obey.

"I said: got it?", Connor asked again, smirking and slipped his hand back down her slip.

"Yes…", Kat breathed husky as she felt Connor's long, slender fingers deep inside of her.

"Repeat it! I want to hear it from your sweet lips.", Connor commanded and pumped rhythmically into her in the way Kat liked the most.

"I-I'm just yours. No one else is allowed to touch me…", Kat repeated breathless.

"Good, baby girl. Now, would you like me to finish you?", he whispered raspy into her ear. He looked Kat straight into her lust filled eyes with a devilish smirk.

"Yes, please. I- I can't take it anymore.", she begged and watched the lopsided smirk growing bigger on his lips.

Connor adjusted the position of his hand and rubbed along her clit while his fingers were pumping steadily into her.

Kat's breath fastened, she closed her eyes while she leant her head back against his chest.

"Fuck damnit, Connor...", Kat moaned raspy as he pumped to her climax.

"Kiss me!", Connor demanded.

Kat's mind was spinning but she managed to turn her head to the right.

Connor crashed his lips on hers in the same moment Kat cried out because of the orgasm washing over her. He continued his moves to intensify the feeling for her even more.

As she stopped being too loud, he left her lips and watched her amazed how she enjoyed her satisfaction with closed eyes.

Kat was still jerking as he removed his hand from her slowly. She leant against the sink to catch her breath. As she was slowly recovering, her heartbeat slowed down and she straightened herself to smooth her clothes.

"Was it good?", Connor asked and smirked as he watched Kat coming clear.

"You have outdone yourself, babe.", Kat said smiling but still a bit breathless. She walked over to her boyfriend and kissed him lovely while she flung her arms around his neck.

"I had no idea you could be like that."

"Yeah...but if I shall be honest, I would like to keep that in the interrogation room.", Connor admitted.

"Well...but from time to time…", Kat said with a wink and let the sentence unspoken.

Connor chuckled, cupped her chin to raise it so he could meet her lips for another sweet and caring kiss.

"I will see you at home?", Connor asked low. Kat looked into his soft brown eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm already looking forward to it.", Kat answered and checked her appearance in the mirror. She smoothed her hair one last time before she went to the door to step out. "Watch it, dipshit!", Kat snapped as she left the bathroom. She pushed Gavin aside who looked confused at her as he was about to enter the restroom.

"Wrong restroom, you idiot!", Gavin called out and shook his head. Kat's only response to him was showing her middle finger while she went into the kitchen for a coffee. Gavin was about to open the door to the restroom once again as the next person stepped out and almost crashed into him.

"Watch i-", Gavin started but stopped as he noticed Connor in front of him who fixed the knot of his tie while he walked through the door.

"Detective Reed.", Connor said politely with a nod and passed a speechless looking Gavin to go back to his desk.

"But- what the hell.", he muttered, confused before he entered the restroom finally.