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[mariasont]

Sending another thought that I can’t think of a way to elaborate on to your magnificent mind

Aaron Hotchner with his assistant who’s rambling (like every other day) about random stuff and she’s just like “I want kids someday” and Hotch is like “oh yea?” And she’s like “yea! And if I ever have kids I hope they’re just like Jack, he’s such a little angel” blah blah blah and poor Hotch is screaming in his mind like YOU COULD HAVE JACK??? BE HIS STEPMOM????

Sorry I’m absolutely feral for them ily bye

BUSINESS OF MAKING BABIES - A.H

a/n: i took this in a slightlyyyy different direction but ugh same im so feral for these two!!!! thank you for your most amazing request! i <3 you!

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: references to baby making!!!!!!

wc: 0.6k

Aaron needed to get work done, but his focus was more trained on the delicate patch of skin that connected your shoulder to your neck, smooth and glowing like you'd just stepped out of the sun. You smelled delectably good, which was sending his neurons into overdrive. You were saying something, formulating and articulating thoughts from that perfect brain and through your also perfect mouth. 

He was concentrated on making sure you knew he was listening, nodding and humming every so often as you continued on your tangent, hands waving dramatically through the air, heels clanking on the floor in his office as you paced the room. His gaze moved to your thighs, only for a second, he was a gentleman after all. 

"And she's just, you know, popping them out left and right, and I'm over here like, Hello? Can I get a turn? I'm not asking for much, just a sweet guy who's willing to, you know, help me out with the whole baby-making thing."

You stopped dead in front of his desk, placing your hands atop the wood as you let out a melodramatic sigh. This caught his attention, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"You want kids?" The words left his mouth before he could filter them. "Isn't that a bit premature at your age?"

"Okay, Grandpa," you giggled, plopping yourself down in the chair before him. "And, of course, I want babies. They'd be the cutest, hopefully just like Jack. He's the sweetest, isn't he?"

Hotch felt his heart plummet to his stomach, jaw clenching and unclenching as he rubbed his thumb along the rough edges of his chin. "Yeah, he's pretty great."

You sighed again, a common occurrence in this conversation, as you stood up and moved around the desk before plopping yourself down on it. Your calve grazed accidentally against his thigh. You absentmindedly adjusted a wrist full of charm bracelets, creating a gentle jingling sound that should've annoyed him, but it did anything but.

"Honestly, though, who even needs a boyfriend these days? I could totally just take the whole donor route for the baby thing. Easy-peasy!"

Hotch's response came after a brief, flustered pause, during which he seemed to search for the right words. Clearing his throat, he managed to look anywhere but at you as he carefully said, "Ah, yes, I suppose you could... do that."

In an effort to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Hotch took a deliberate sip of the somewhat stale coffee sitting on his desk. However, before he could swallow, you bounded off the desk, eyes wide with sudden realization.

"You know what? You would be a great donor."

The coffee in Hotch's mouth nearly made a swift exit as he choked, trying to comprehend what you had just said.

Hotch opened his mouth, attempting to form a coherent response, but before he could broker a single word, you had both hands on his shoulders.

Your eyes were sparkling as you took in his face. "Yeah, like, you have great hair--totally not receding--perfect eyes, great skin..."

Your rapid-fire compliments left him momentarily speechless, a rare flush making its way to his cheeks.

"Well, I--" Hotch began, but your excitement had already taken the reins before he could even navigate through his thoughts.

"I can totally see it; we'd have such cute kids!" you gushed, practically dancing towards the door as if your dreams were almost tangible in the air.

Hotch watched you leave, stuck in his chair, dumbfounded and momentarily lost for words. A bemused smile formed on his lips as he realized he didn't hate the idea at all.

No sooner had the door closed behind you than Morgan appeared, looking thoroughly baffled. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze flicking between Hotch and the door you had just exited through.

"Since when are you and Miss Pretty in Pink in the business of making babies together?"

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[radlovesfics]

ok but what if the Variants had their own version of childhood best friend reader where they DID meet and fall in love (somehow bc we freaky like that) except in every reality besides mainstream you:

Die to Nolan/ Get mercy killed/Eaten bc u know cannibalism and love metaphor or u die before he can do that/ get a terminal illness/ overall just something horrible happens and ur gone and it’s BC OF THAT the variants go “fuck it we ball” cuckoo bananas then after going to mainstream marks world are like “wtf u get to have her but alive???? naw that’s not fair “ and just basically it’s a free for all or with their collective crazy caveman brain they decide some sort sharing custody agreement LMFAO

OR LIKE ANOTHER SCENARIO WHERE U

still fall in love with mark in every reality but mainstream Mark is the only one where he pushes u away for ur own safety and won’t tell u the reason why (if he’s just not told u about his powers) or if he decides to be like fake mean and nasty and pulls a “you’re just a distraction and make me weak” *cut to him flying away sobbing like a baby bc he didn’t wanna do it but felt like he had to* so u hate him and love him but also hate him so much and now all these variants are pulling up and mainstream mark realizes he’s FUCKED when all these other assholes are obsessed and hellbent on finding u bc why would they not love u to their fullest ability?? they’re too selfish for that so queue funny/horrible interactions with all of them bc you’re still so mad and pissed at mark but also so in love with him it’s insane

Same scenario but kinda different: let’s say like u had ur own powers and could actually go toe to toe with mark and that shit he pulls pisses u off BAD bc u can take care of urself!! like mark gets u angry enough to attack him/make u hate him bc he’s such a martyr ofc and u fuck him up!! u both never interact again in any positive form and idk if he still gets with eve here but there’s def still pinning on his end for u anyway ofc the variants invade and reader gets sent out to deal with them while mark is MIA and maybe the variants’ reader was weak/powerless in every reality except the mainstream one so this is like. hard drugs for these crazy marks who are like “oh my god you’re so hot please beat me” u know?? and ofc u do bc u hate mark here and take out ur aggression on them

but I’d like to think (for added drama) ur superhero costume involves a mask to hide your identity and since ur were weak/dead in their realities, as these variants are fighting u they have no idea who u are and are not going easy or pulling punches and are being just awful but u know!! one sends ur mask flying or breaks it somehow and suddenly everything comes to a dead stop and whichever one ur fighting will freeze in disbelief bc wtf this is the loml??? the last person they expected ?? and she’s so strong?? and even more amazing than they remembered ??? u however will not give an actual shit and continue beating their variant asses as they all immediately change their attitude when fighting u and it’s just a LOT of flirting/ snarky compliments/ actually mark being gross and horny on main but this obvs sets u off and they realize mainstream mark never ended up with u and u in fact HATE him as they witness u literally crush one of themselves and well obvs they see themselves as better to the mainstream mark so they’re like “ok we can work with this :)” and blah blah blah run a train on u, kidnap u, lotta hate sex, whatever

and for the mainstream mark (to those that love him including myself): the above scenario ends with him trying over and over to save u and finally some epic and dramatic love confession with lots of yelling and then y’all fight together and have ur cute wholesome reunion and then fuck like crazy LMAOOO

I need to be sedated

[junnieverse]

— SUNGHOON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend sunghoon thoughts

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: lowercase intended, may contain typos (not proofread)

a/n: finally done with my semester tests (I feel so free) and i may or may not have gotten ahead of myself with this one… im sorry

a/n (2): shout out to my best friend for somewhat inspiring me with this one, can someone please get her that one romance untold sunghoon pc

sunghoon would be such a dreamy yet silly boyfriend to have and I love it lol

I’d kill to have a man this pretty to just stare at

and best believe he is very much aware you do in fact get lost and mesmerised by his beauty and just stare at him mindlessly

im talking “blah blah blah, proper names, place names, backstory stuff”

your eyes are just hearts at the mere sight of him

but what you don’t know is, as much as this boosts his ego, the tips of his ears turn red whenever he catches you staring at him so lovingly

he could be going on telling you an elaborate story and your strong gaze almost makes him stutter a few times

“So then after that Jungwon… he uhm, Jungwon-” and slowly starts getting dazed and blinking rapidly trying to grasp what’s going on again

he gets even more flustered whenever you throw in a compliment in there which is like a pang to his chest for mr.confident over here

in true sunghoon nature, i have to mention the ice skating!!

this is such a huge part of his life and because you’re someone so important to him, he wants you to be involved in that part of his life too

he truly is at his happiest whenever he’s on the ice but it somehow feels 100x better when you’re there with him

has to atleast show off some his skills to “impress you” as if he hadn’t won you over ages ago

will teach you how to ice skate if you don’t know how to

“Okay just slow steps baby, you just have to glide slowly.” he instructs softly with his hands out in front of you to catch you in case you fall as he skates backwards to guard you

will also use these ice skating dates as an excuse to just hold you all the time

heaven only knows if he doesn’t keep his hands around your waist you’d fall over on the ice

it’s a “safety precaution” according to him

does in fact have a whole photo gallery saved of you on his phone

the amount of candid and unexpected pictures he has of you is diabolical (your birthday is the time of exposure when he posts)

especially pictures of you sleeping because he thinks that’s when you look the cutest

one of his wallpapers is actually a picture of you sleeping with your head laying on his chest

he also loves being your little hype man

whenever you go shopping or get new clothes, he wants a full runway show of what you got, probably slips in taking a few photos here and there too

one privilege you have is full access to his closet and you have raided his hoodies

he doesn’t see them until you give them back to him to wear so when you take it back it’s got his scent

the sort of boyfriend to notice the small things and quietly help

acts of service >>>

you’re both holding hands and yours feel colder than usual, he will either rub your hands with his or place them into his pocket whilst holding it to keep you warm

will stop to tie your shoelaces

sorry the thought of him getting on his knees just to do that and then looking up at you with a fond smile

my knees feel like jelly, im so weakkk

he would probably say something silly while doing it too like, “I can’t have you falling if it isn’t for me.”

and this hence brings us to the dad jokes

bless your wonderful heart for being able to entertain and laugh at his jokes

he deserves someone who would understand his humour like that

“Finally, the pizza is here!!” riki yells excitedly as you were over at the enha dorm to have a movie night with everyone

“I would tell you a joke about pizza, but it’s a little cheesy.” hoon says anticipating everyone’s reactions as a small smile cracked on his lips

“Oh brother.” jay only heavily exasperates as everyone else doesn’t acknowledge your boyfriend’s joke but you’re seemingly dying of laughter next to him

they still don’t understand how you find his jokes so comical but they’re just happy he has someone who enjoys his dad jokes

we all know hoon is very much the loud-introvert type and he is no different with you

despite his obvious shyness in the beginning, he slowly started coming out of his shell as he got more comfortable around you, meaning he also got louder too

will suddenly begin to serenade you out of nowhere

you hate the day you impulsively decided to buy those microphones because all this man does is belt out lyrics at the top of his lungs whenever he wants your attention

(flashbacks to him singing pass the mic while in the gym)

his latest renditions consisting of Chinese songs because he is chronically online and that’s just his type of music he’s been liking lately too

and because he is so chronically online he also has gotten into this habit of quoting TikTok memes and brain rot with you

the boyfriend who gives you full access to his card

and he will buy you anything and everything you want with no second thought

“Ouuu what a cute jacket.” you said looking at the black leather piece as you take a look at the price tag and put it back

sunghoon on the other hand has different plans as he grabs it making sure to pay for it before you both leave the store

he wants to be able to spoil you and get you whatever you want without having to worry about the price

you also have never carried a single shopping bag nor opened your own door since you’ve started dating him

the day you even so think of touching a door while he is right there, the world will explode

if this isn’t common knowledge already, we all know he is a jealous man

look at him and only him alone (not in a toxic way)

God forbid you even bias any other member of enhypen but him (best believe he will only be giving you sunghoon based merch too)

because of his slight possessiveness, there’s never a moment he doesn’t have his hands touching or holding you somehow

he just has to have his arms around your waist, you sitting on his lap or at the very least, your pinkies linked

he also absolutely loves burying his head between your neck

it gives him a sense of comfort especially after a long day and he just wants to be held by you

add in the gentle head massage and he will be out like a light and fast asleep, he’s so cute :((

you just feel like home to him

he will and does send you post work out pics

what can I say, the man know what you like and who is he to not feed you well :]

skincare nights together is a major yes!

just ordering takeout, watching movies together and putting on face masks (we cannot forget the cuddles, those are essential)

yes sunghoon may be one of the most beautiful men out there of this generation but in his eyes, nothing compares to you

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ pocket powerhouse ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @klerns-birdie ˚₊ ⊹

ft. logan howlett x f! reader x wade wilson — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ entering the void with their tiny, mighty companion┊1.4k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: canon typical blood & violence (and murder lol), reader is described as short & cute, super strength mutation, reader is the one who kills sabertooth in this one, fourth-wall break

➤ author's note: this was funnier in my head

they had you surrounded on all fronts, some standing before you and others on armored vehicles, holding their weapons and fists up ready to strike at any moment. if they didn’t clearly have bad intentions, then you would have been flattered at this little welcome party gathering together after only a few minutes of being sent into the void. they probably heard the ruckus wade and logan were making since they simply couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

meaning, they couldn’t stop beating each other up and using any means necessary to shed blood or break bones despite it all being healed within the span of seconds.

you find the only successful way to get them to stop trying to kill each other is by threatening to kill them first, throwing a punch into the ground to destroy it under you as a means to grab their attention while shouting that you’ll decapitate them if they continue.

they listen to you most of the time and drop the mini battles, not because they believe you would actually do it, but because they believe they are humoring you by doing so (and because they know to sit down and shut up when a pretty woman tells them to). with super-strength as your mutation, you could do it with ease, they know you can— it’s just so difficult to think that such a cute little thing who pouts when ignored and is frequently used as an armrest due to short stature would ever do anything of the sort. you still have yet to act on your warnings, only depending on bloodlust-filled glares to settle them down much like a teacher waiting for her noisy class to be quiet.

logan thinks you all bark and no bite, wade compares you to an angry bunny, it’s safe to say they take what you say with a grain of salt, exchanging amused looks and admiring how cute you are when yelling profanities and gory details of how you’re going to maim them. (blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name— backstory stuff)

the three of you cringed at the failure of johnny storm, grimacing when his balls probably got crushed on a metal pole and every time he hit his head before getting captured. his end goal was clearly to escape, but you didn’t quite know how he was planning to get there when he set himself alight and started flying.

“i know you!” a large man with flowing blonde hair jumped off the tank, landing with a heavy thud on the compacted sand.

“oh my god, that’s sabertooth, peanut’s brother,” wade explained.

“brother? they don’t really look anything alike aside from being… uh… feral?”

“well you see, apparently there are some discrepancies about that. the author isn’t sure about anything because her bitch-ass still hasn’t watched any of the x-men movies or done her research. something about ‘being too busy with real life,’ can you believe that?”

“okay, you lost me when you started talking about ‘an author,’ but lay off her!”

sabertooth growled at logan, “ready to die?” 

“hey, don’t threaten him! i don’t care if he’s your brother, he’s my friend!” you interrupted, walking up to him, acting nonchalantly like he was a teddy bear when he was truly a grizzly. he was much taller than you too, towering over you and leaving you in his shadow.

“get outta my way, girlie” he barked, extending his claws, prepared to sink them into your flesh. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or else i already would have killed you.”

“aww, thank you! but i can’t accept compliments from someone who wants to kill my friend, so to that, i say ‘fuck off!’”

before he could let out a roar about how you should know who you’re talking to or swipe his claws at your face, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face. it was much like a dramatic slap from television shows where the girl finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her or something, except his head went flying off into the distance and sprayed blood everywhere. it happened so quickly that his body stood there for a second before flopping over.

“oh my god!” wade exclaimed, cupping his face in his hands from surprise before excitedly clapping them together, “oh my god, that’s my girl— that’s our girl! see, that’s what happens when you enlist a y/n on your team, i told you that it was a good idea to take her with us!” he picked up the decapitated head and waved his arms around, paying no mind to the dripping red iron spilling on his costume, “you bitches saw that? she’s cute ‘n tiny but mighty, and she’ll absolutely fuck you up!”

the victory was short-lived as they took advantage of logan’s adamantium skeleton and other large pieces to scrap to trap all of you to a magnet. normally, this would be a breeze for you to get yourself out of, but you got hit in the head and quickly fell unconscious for them to ship you all away to cassandra.

when you finally woke up, you’re tied back-to-back with johnny and find your two companions in a similar position. “are you guys okay?”

“they’re asleep, but i’m okay,” logan answered, voice uncharacteristically amiable. despite being just as annoying as deadpool, he liked you a whole lot more and never spoke to you as roughly as he did to him. you were sweeter, more empathetic and understanding that he needed his own space, and, he isn’t going to lie, very easy on the eyes. “and you?”

“i’m okay! my head really hurts though…” you winced and shook your head a few times, trying to get the pounding sensation out. “god, this place is crazy. first we get teleported to this junkyard and then—”

“did you really mean what you said back there?”

“what did i say?”

“well… you…” god, he felt stupid, he was about to back out and say ‘nevermind,’ but he knows that you wouldn’t have let him go so easily. “you said that i was your friend…”

“yeah! you are! i mean, i killed your brother for you even though you could have done it yourself, putting myself in danger just so that you didn’t have to— you better consider me a friend too!”

he should tell you that you shouldn’t call him that nor think of him that way since nothing good ever comes out associating with him, but he can’t bring himself to say the words he’s routinely told others to successfully push them away. something about the look in your eyes, the way they sparkled when you looked at him. something about your smile, toothy and full of hope for the future to make up for his lack of. something about you makes him keep his mouth shut.

instead, he looks away, muttering a quiet word of thanks.

you tilt your head in slight confusion, not understanding the depth of your statement yet and how it managed to pull a word of gratitude out of a man who was in a constant state of irritation, but it made you irrationally happy and giddy inside.

wade was murmuring a few unintelligible sentences before coming to, and despite wearing a mask that covered his entire face, you could envision the mild look of disgust behind the leather as clear as day. “ew, why are you smiling like that??” he took a glance at you and then back at him, repeating the process a few times. “what the fuck? you guys can’t have a love story and leave me out of it! i’m the reason you two even met—” he finally seemed to process the situation from the close proximity with logan, looking him in the eyes through the white fabric of his mask and trying to find a way to loosen it to no avail. “how long have i been asleep?”

“not all of you was asleep.”

johnny seemed to wake up as well, beginning to tell a whole bunch of exposition about this place you were trapped in, something about a monster that would swallow you up and a “her” who runs this entire place. he laughed at the notion of evading this woman’s grasp, but wade thought otherwise.

“nah, we can take her! i have a pocket powerhouse and the wolverine on my side, i’m not scared of anything!”

no one quite believes him, but it’s nice to see that your optimism has rubbed off on him.

[suhkusa]

You get there on the 9 minute 58 second mark. You only know that because you see Suna’s phone screen with a stopwatch displayed.

“Wow, were you really going to leave?” you say as you pull out the chair in front of him.

His face reads obviously, “You should be grateful I even waited, what took you so long anyways?” he’s prying open his laptop, you following behind.

The tapping sound of the keys can be heard as you reply, “I looked too dead when I woke up so I put makeup on,”

There’s a snicker that slips from his mouth, “Really? No wonder you look ugly,”

You take in a sharp breath when he says that, and for a second you even question why you’re reacting the way you are.

You shouldn’t care. 

But for some odd reason you do. For some odd reason you find yourself eyeing your reflection on your laptop’s screen and observing your face. 

Damn, you know you were rushing but was it that bad?

Realizing you’ve been silent for a second too long, you just laugh. “Ouch,” you ignore the way it sounds pitiful instead of sarcastic when it comes out of your mouth.

And before you get too in your head about your appearance or his words, you just fill your brain with passage after passage. 

You can hear him talking in the background, but all you do is hum in agreement. Scared if you open your mouth, you’ll find yourself even more vulnerable than you are right now.

“Hello? I asked for an opinion, not for a yes or no,” his voice causes you to jump a bit.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you straighten up a bit, “what was your question?”

Suna’s eyes squint a bit as he observes your face. You try to blink back any gloss that has been produced in your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” you think for a second he isn’t talking to you, because who are you kidding, he would never care about your wellbeing.

You must’ve been quiet for too long, though. Because he had already figured you out based on the look on your face.

“Do you really care what I think?” Suna rests his chin lazily on his hand as he asks you.

And for once you don’t have a stupid retort or argument to throw his way. Because weirdly enough, you do care.

You just shake your head no, before focusing on your faltering writing.

He sighs before his hand comes down onto the table. “I didn’t mean— nevermind. You just look… fine without it, so can we get back to work?”

Instead of taking the compliment— or whatever you’d call that— you just let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah, whatever,”

The two of you then fall into that familiar rhythm of bickering back and forth about your assignment. 

Each of you just missing the way one would sneak glances at the other’s face.

BLAH BLAH BLAH — PARTY POOPER

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NOTES.

**** *** = feel bad

suna wasn't actually going to leave he just likes to be a dick

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[urfavvcutiee]

WANNA START WONYOUNGISM?

STOP SEEKING APPROVAL You guys will be like "I wanna be confident" "How do I become confident" You'll watch countless videos and then repeat the same bad habits. You realize in order to be confident you have to actually be confident in more than just your appearance? Like your thoughts and ideas count too. STOP. SEEKING. APPROVAL. FROM. OTHERS. VALIDATE YOURSELF. "I wonder if they'll like this" STOP. "do you think this looks good on me?" STOP. ALSO not to mention oversharing about your personal life and EXPECTING VALIDATION once again STOP. Also!! Stop wanting, craving, looking for validation from MEN. HECK NO GET THAT OUTTA HERE. "I feel like I never get compliments from guys". Seriously. Compliment yourself. I don't care if it sound dumb. DO IT. its going to help you strip your mind from this messed up mentality of "do they like this" "do I look good enough" "WILL THEY LIKE ME?" NO.

2. IDGAF MINDSET STOP CARING. If your friend comes up to u and says "hey so recently blah blah has been talking about you." INSTEAD OF BEING LIKE "OMG! NOOO what she Say???" just say "ok". dont ask ab what she said. it dosent matter. Your life revolves around you and you only. Also when I say Idgaf mentality dont take this to the extreme and like self sabotage yourself. For instance being like "I have 3 days worth of homework but im gonna go to the movie theater because IDGAF"…. yeah, don't do that. Anyways know this, didn't really talk about how to specifically create a idgaf mindset I can make another post on it for you guys.

3. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Take care of yourself ml 💝

create your ideal morning routine (i can make a post on how ) (not necessary) But If you can by some new soaps or skincare to make you feel more motivated to use them (and it can make you bathroom cute ) Shower daily or every other day. make sure your nails and ears are always clean Eat healthy and drink water. Start a new hobby

Basically become as respectfully self centered as possible. Always focus on your goals and happiness. Make sure you’re always put together and clean. Trust me the results are rewarding and you will feel amazing about yourself. Also this takes time and consistency. Adapt these good habits and stick with them. When you feel good physically your confidence instantly increase!

4. LEARN TO SAY NO

Let me say this one time you guys, if you dont wanna do something.. then DON’T. If you don’t want to go somewhere with your ‘friends’ then stay home. If someone is trying to make you do something you don’t want to do, say no. if you can’t give yourself that then how will you ever be confident?

Saying no to people can be very beneficial as it will prove to others that you aren’t a people pleaser. (reminder! it’s not about others) more people will start to respect you and will not take advantage of you.

If the person gets upset because you said no, they weren’t worth it anyway.

[anifever]

Cherry Valance Dating HC’s ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Sherri “Cherry” Valance x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : Lil’ blurbs/hc’s about dating the prettiest girl in Tulsa

A/N : 1. This has been in the drafts for months 2. This is probably OOC but I love her. I don’t think this is a tw but the relationship is hidden due to homophobia blah blah

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🍒 ˚₊‧⁺˖

୨ Constantly going shopping together

୨ Would be EXTREMELY nervous meeting your family even if she’s just introducing herself as a ‘close friend’

୨ Does not hesitate to tell ppl off if they’re picking on you

୨ Buying and wearing matching jewelry

୨ Trying to hold back laughs when guys hit on either of you in front of each other

୨ Countless subtle looks

୨ You probably have a secret code to say “I love you,” a hand motion or phrase

୨ I feel like she’d love doing/playing with your hair, vice versa

୨ Like she’d always be trying to do the same curls and style she does on herself if you have the same hair texture

୨ Going along with what I said about matching jewelry, also matching outfits; color coordinated or something

୨ Wearing a light pink pink cardigan with a pale yellow skirt then her doing the opposite omg I’m gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

୨ Surprisingly getting into really weird conversation topics

୨ On the phone until 3 in the morning talking about “what would you do if you woke up in the middle of a corn field”

୨ Giggling and kicking your feet while watching her handle/take care of kids

୨ Baby fever goes through the roof

୨ A bunch of movie dates which probably include some Dallas jumpscares

୨ You always watch her at cheer practice, but if you’re also a cheerleader, even better

୨ Related- you fawn over her in the uniform.

୨ Also somewhat related, before you started dating she definitely had a ‘but I’m a cheerleader!’ moment

୨ You guys probably win the “best best friends category” in the yearbook… yeah…

୨ Yes, she can stand up for herself, but she’s also a sweetheart and pretty sensitive

୨ Compliment her 💔 please 💔

୨ She’d get so red and start smiling like crazy

୨ She’s always randomly buying you stuff; earrings, hair clips, vinyls, underwear sets, etc get plopped into your lap out of nowhere

୨ Overall, she’s SO caring and I can’t stress this enough

୨ She just is in general but it’d be so intensified with you

[aryadelvich]

not me saying hurry but disappearing into thin air for hours🤪 thank you for answering and explaining ! <3 i think my request fits as fluffy..

.where i live it's very common to go to the beach (especially couples. it would b the equivalent of dinner & movies) however, i don't feel comfortable with my body, i have some “war marks”, so for me, going to the beach is something out of my reality.

so, a reader like that but how she and Luigi would go together. like, how would he encourage her to go, to wear a bikini? would he feel embarrassed if she chose to wear those clothes that cover the whole body? would he feel embarrassed about getting stares from people? would he feel so ashamed that he ignored her, like, "disguising" that they're a couple?

thank you again for answering and i'm sorry if it's too sensitive :s 🤍

God bless you and your kindness! ♥️ 💚

Hiii Anon! Hope you’re doing well!!!

When I first read your request, I wasn’t sure what exactly you meant by “war scars,” but I figured you might be referring to the S-word. So I went with that interpretation, hope I got it right!!!

Here’s the fluff, I really hope it resonates with you. If there’s anything you want to change, add, or tweak, don’t hesitate to let me know, I’d be more than happy to adjust it!

Hope it helps <3 <3

Updated Masterlist

You drew stars around my scars - Luigi Mangione x Reader

You live in Florida, where it’s completely normal to spend the day at the beach, walk around in a bikini, play volleyball, soak up the sun…

People here aren't exactly modest.

Except you.

And you were so over the constant comments.

“Why are you wearing a shirt? It’s so hot!”

“Come on, the waves are amazing today!”

And blah, blah, blah...

Like you didn’t want to have fun—when really, it wasn’t that at all.

You just didn’t want anyone to see. You didn’t want people to know.

And now, with a new boyfriend in the picture, things were starting to shift.

Luigi was… everything.

Sweet, funny, effortlessly attractive. The kind of guy everyone noticed when he walked into a room.

The kind of guy girls literally competed for.

And somehow, he’d chosen you.

You still weren’t sure how that happened.

Everything felt perfect. And maybe you hadn’t really thought about what came with being someone’s girlfriend—going out together, texting all the time, being touchy, sleeping over, all those couple-y things.

You hadn’t slept together yet.

The relationship was still too new, and you didn’t want to rush it—even if, deep down, part of you wanted nothing more.

Luigi didn’t make it easy.

Not on purpose—he was just naturally attractive in a way that made it really hard not to feel something. And the worst part? He had no idea. So when he told you he wanted to spend the day at the beach, you froze. He’d already planned everything—picnic, towels, sunscreen. The whole deal.

And you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to be the one to kill his excitement.

“You ready?” he asked, flashing that smile that somehow always made your chest feel too small.

You buttoned your shirt up a little more and gave him your best attempt at a smile.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, reaching out his hand for yours.

“Stop, Luigi…”

“What? I can’t compliment my amazing girlfriend?” he grinned, kissing your temple.

“You’re too much with the compliments,” you mumbled.

“I’m just telling the truth.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk pulling at your lips.

“Okay, so what about that dish I made you last week? You ate it and didn’t say a word. Just admit it—you hated it.”

“I did not hate it,” he said, looking away.

“Yeah, right. You’re such a bad liar.”

“It was… different,” he finally admitted. “But see? That just proves I don’t lie when I compliment you. A win is a win.”

You rolled your eyes as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other one carrying all the beach gear.

You crossed the parking lot, the gravel turning into sand beneath your feet.

And there it was—that familiar knot in your stomach. Heavy. Cold.

You gripped Luigi’s hand a little tighter.

He was the only thing grounding you.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing at you.

“I—I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced.

And you knew that once you found a spot, he’d ask again—because that’s who he was. He didn’t get it, but he wanted to. He cared.

The closer you got to the crowd, the worse it felt.

Were people staring? Or did it just feel like they were?

Your thoughts spiraled. You had to seem confident—but not too confident, or you’d come off arrogant.

You couldn’t laugh too loudly. You couldn’t talk too much.

And you definitely weren’t taking off your hat—it felt like a shield. A thin line between you and the world.

Your plan? Lay down your towel, stay put, and not move all afternoon.

That way, you couldn’t mess anything up.

And Luigi could enjoy his day without your issues dragging him down.

“What about here?” Luigi asked, gesturing toward a spot between an older couple and a group of teens.

You nodded. “Yeah… this is good.”

You weren’t really paying attention to anything he was doing. Your mind was spinning too fast.

You quickly laid down your towel and sat, trying to shrink into yourself.

Luigi dropped down next to you and kissed your temple.

“Okay, now tell me what’s going on. You’ve been acting weird since we got here. Did I do something? Did something happen? Please talk to me.”

He kept going, his voice soft but persistent. And it was honestly kind of sweet.

“Luigi, I’m fine. Just… tired, that’s all.”

“Mm-hm,” he said, clearly not buying it.

He took off his shirt, and you felt a surge of envy.

God, how was he so comfortable?

And also—wow. He looked really good.

“Can you put sunscreen on my back?”

You nodded and did as he asked, your fingers moving across his skin. Then, just to break the tension in your own chest, you started drawing letters.

“Stop writing weird stuff,” he laughed.

“Okay, okay.”

He turned around, eyes playful.

“You didn’t actually need help with sunscreen, did you?” you teased.

“What? It’s so hard! I swear,” he said dramatically. “I just wanted to keep the spark alive.”

“The spark? Please. That’s the last thing you need to worry about,” you replied, giving him a once-over.

“Hey, I’m shy!” he said, deadpan.

You whistled, just to mess with him—and for a moment, the knot in your stomach loosened.

But then he said, “Your turn. I’ll put some on you now.”

And just like that, the feeling came rushing back.

“No, it’s fine. Really.”

“Y/n,” he said gently, “you have to protect your skin.”

You hesitated.

Your fingers hovered at the hem of your shirt, heart pounding louder than the ocean crashing nearby. You could feel Luigi’s eyes on you—gentle, patient, encouraging.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

But you hated this. Hated how your fears clung to you like another layer of skin.

So, with a shaky breath, you forced yourself to pull the shirt over your head.

And for one brief second, there was silence.

Then came the snickering.

It was subtle at first—whispers, stifled laughs—but it hit you like a slap.

The group of teens sitting nearby had noticed.

You knew exactly what they were looking at.

“Damn…” one of them muttered under their breath, not even trying to hide it.

“What happened to her? That’s so gross,” another girl said, loud enough to carry.

“She looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost,” a boy chuckled.

The laughter that followed was sharp, cruel—cutting straight through you.

You froze. The heat of shame crept up your neck like wildfire, your skin burning in ways the sun couldn’t replicate.

Your first instinct was to grab your shirt and run—to disappear. To vanish under the sand.

But before you could even reach for it, Luigi stood.

“Hey!” His voice cracked through the noise like thunder.

The group flinched, startled. The laughter died instantly. Luigi stormed over to the group, rage practically radiating off him. You had never seen him like this before. He was usually calm—sure, he liked to debate, loved a good argument—but this? This was personal. And even though you were stuck somewhere between shame and disbelief, watching him stand up for you like that erased every ounce of doubt. The way he was defending you? You felt invincible.

“The hell does this old dude want?” one of the boys sneered, rising to his feet with a mocking smirk.

“You little punks,” Luigi snapped. “No one ever taught you manners? That girl over there? She’s my girlfriend. Nobody laughs at her.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, hit us?” another scoffed, puffing out his chest.

You rushed forward, grabbing Luigi’s arm, trying to ground him. He was losing patience fast, and you didn’t want this to spiral—especially not in front of everyone.

If things escalated, he’d be the one blamed. They were just kids, and the law always gave them a pass.

But things only got worse.

“What’s going on here?” a man’s voice snapped. A dad, one of theirs. He was already marching over. “Why are you yelling at my son?”

Luigi straightened up, jaw clenched but still composed.

“I wouldn’t have said anything if your son hadn’t been out of line, sir.”

“Oh, come on. You’re arguing with teenagers?” the man scoffed, clearly defensive.

“I’m well aware. And I don’t care. I don’t tolerate disrespect—especially not toward people I love.”

Then Luigi added, cool and sharp, “Maybe if you taught your kid better, I wouldn’t have to step in.”

The father’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it. Don’t talk about my parenting.”

“Your son and his friends laughed at my girlfriend. So no—I won’t back off until she gets a proper apology.”

The man turned to you, as if just noticing you for the first time.

“And you? Why aren’t you speaking for yourself?”

His tone wasn’t curious. It was accusing. Trying to shame you in front of a crowd that, by now, was definitely watching.

But Luigi didn’t let him push you.

“You talk to me,” he said, stepping in. “She doesn’t owe you anything.”

The father turned back to his son. “Is that true?” he asked, voice colder now.

The boy stared at the ground. “Yeah.”

The man sighed, rubbing his temples. “Apologize. All of you. Now. And that’s the last time I step in for something like this. Next time? No more hanging out with your friends—you’ll be spending weekends with your mom and grandma instead. That’ll teach you not to act like little punks.”

One by one, the teens muttered their apologies. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. And when you and Luigi walked back to your towels, the tension slowly began to fade.

“Bunch of little gremlins,” he muttered. “This generation’s toast.”

You burst out laughing, the sound finally freeing itself from your chest.

The way he said it—like a grumpy old man who’d just scolded the neighborhood kids—was way too funny.

You reached into the cooler, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and handed it to him with a soft kiss on his bare shoulder.

“You’re so brave,” you teased. “Facing off against a group of teenagers. Real courage.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Hey, I take my battles seriously. I won’t let anyone disrespect you. Not on my watch.”

You rolled your eyes. It was such a cliché thing to say—but it was also the sweetest. Then he looked at you again, more carefully this time. His gaze flicked to your scars—quiet, honest—and then returned to your eyes.

“Is that why you were so quiet earlier?” he asked gently.

You hesitated, then nodded. “I didn’t tell you because… I didn’t want to bother you with my stuff.”

He frowned, clearly annoyed by that.

“You could never bother me. Ever. And about your scars… You don’t owe me any explanation. If you want to talk about it, then talk. If you don’t, then don’t. All I care about is making sure you feel safe and that you know that I will always be there.”

He leaned in, cupping your face in his hands, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead like it was the most sacred thing in the world. Then, he gently took your arms in his hands, lifting them with care, and started kissing each scar.

One after the other.

Looking into your eyes between each kiss, like he was checking if it was okay—if you still felt safe.

You shivered with every soft press of his lips, overwhelmed by how tender it was.

“You are,” he whispered, eyes locked with yours, “the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tag list : @bean-is-reading @iinfinitelimits

[mellifiedprincess]

hey cutie patooties :) this is very much rushed and as usual i don’t even know if i like it, blah blah blah.

Jack Champion x Reader

Compliments and Confessions

Teen Vogue’s compliment battle. A fan favorite, when it comes to the promotional part of any new tv show or movie. And today, Teen Vougue has asked some of the cast from Scream VI to join them. You were beyond excited to compliment some of your closest friends, wanting to tell them just how great they are.

You, Jack, Mason, Devyn, and Jasmine all cram into the van taking you to the set of the video. Your nerves starting to get to you at the thought of Jacks big brown eyes staring at you, while words of affection spew from his lips.

Yeah, you had a thing for him. Who would have thought?

Jack also had feelings for you, and he wasn’t that great at hiding them either. Well that is to everyone but you. All of your friends knew about the crushes you both had on each other. Anyone could quite literally feel the chemistry the two of you shared. But neither of you would ever confess, too scared of rejection. That’s why your friends were going to help you both.

After a while, you arrive to set. As they’re finishing setting up, Jasmine walks up to you, a mischievous grin on her face, and you already know she’s up to something. “What are you scheming now, Jas?” Her lips purse, and she points to herself in question. “Me? Up to something? Never.” Your eyes squint in disbelief, she was totally lying.

You let it go though, as they call for you all to gather around the table, where there’s a glass bowl full of slips of paper.

You can feel Jack standing behind you, his hands resting on top of your head before placing his chin on top of them. “I’m totally gonna make you blush, hard.” He whispers to you. You turn your head slightly, looking up at him, and a small whine leaves your mouth. “But you know your eyes are like kryptonite. You have an unfair advantage against me!”

“Are you kidding? If anything is unfair, it’s your face! You’re way too gorgeous, and I demand someone put a bag over your head. A paper bag, of course, so you don’t suffocate.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Jacks kind words, already blushing.

“I didn’t know we already started the battle.” You hear Mason whisper to Devyn, but choose to ignore him, as the filming crew tell you to get started.

First up is Jasmine and Devyn.

Jasmine grins as she pulls a slip of paper from the bowl, looking Devyn straight in the eyes. “I am so proud of you, and should be proud of yourself too.” Devyn holds a straight face for a few seconds, but ends up failing at holding back her smile. “How are we supposed to not smile at these?” She groans and makes walks back to stand by you. “I think Y/N should go next.” Mason says, and your eyes meet his. He’s holding that same scheming look on his face that Jasmine held earlier.

“You two are up to something. And I don’t like it.” You stand in front of Jasmine anyway, preparing yourself for whatever they’re planning.

Before you can grab your slip of paper out of the bowl, Jasmine stops you. “I’m sorry, I really need to pee. Can we take a break?” You quirk an eyebrow at that, knowing good and well she went to the bathroom just before you guys started. “I’ll be super quick!”

You take this opportunity to get as much information out of Mason as possible. All you had to do was flash him those puppy dog eyes and he would crumble. “Mase, are you and Jas planning something? You two are making me very anxious.” He avoids eye contact.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No, I’m not!” His tone raises an octave higher in defense. “Dude, you totally are!” Jack chimes in, coming to stand beside you with crossed arms. “I saw you two whispering to each other earlier. You both were looking at us too!”

“You conspiracists! What are you planning?” You poke his chest accusingly, too nervous to just let this go.

“I’m back, let’s get this started!”

“Perfect timing! I think Y/N and Jack were about to jump Mason.” Devyn laughs to Jasmine. What you and Jack didn’t know though was Devyn was in on the plan that was formed that morning.

They switched the jars. And all the compliments that were once from their fans, was replaced with sappy little lines that you and Jack have said about each other.

“Okay! I think it’s Jack and Y/N/N’s turn.” Mason basically shoved Jack to the table, and Devyn grabs your shoulders and gently guides you to the other side.

You felt like throwing up. The butterflies you felt earlier, were gone. Replaced with the nauseating anxiety that felt like a rock in your stomach.

You think Jack noticed, because he places a hand on top of yours and squeezes it gently. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s just you and me, okay?” His smile was reassuring enough, but his words made all the anxiety you felt melt away.

“I’ll go first! Prepare to fall in love with me, angel.” Jack teases you, grabbing the slip of paper out of the bowl. If only he knew how in love with him you already were.

He reads the words to himself first, and you watch as his eyes widen. What the hell did those idiots do?

“Every time I see you, I have to hold myself back from wrapping you in my arms and confessing my love for you.” You’re definitely blushing. You watch Jacks adams apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly. He was clearly nervous now, but you had no idea why.

Those were words he once said about you to Devyn.

“My turn?” You ask sheepishly, you didn’t know how much longer you could stand here as his eyes bore deep into your soul. “Uh- Yeah, yeah.” Why was he acting so fucking nervous now?

“Jack? Are you okay?” You ask before slipping out a piece of paper. He smiles at you and nods his head, trying to convince you and succeeding.

As you read over your paper, Jacks smile grows bigger as you giggle to yourself. You finally understood what your friends had done, as you read over words you had spoken about Jack. “This one is really sweet!” You meet his eyes, and there’s nothing but adoration in your stare.

“If someone asked me to paint my dreams, your sweet face would adorn every canvas.” You glance over at your friends, all with goofy smiles on their faces. You turn back to Jack, “Have you figured out their plan yet?”

He still looks confused, the boy is adorable but can be a bit dense sometimes. “Okay, so I’m gonna take this opportunity to confess something to you. I’m hoping that you feel the same way I do, or this is gonna be really awkward…and it’ll be recorded.”

There’s concern in his eyes, and his hand reaches back up to hold yours. “It’s just you and me, right?” Jack whispers the same words from earlier, so only you can hear him, giving a nod of encouragement.

“So.” You grab his other hand in yours, a small smile graces your lips, and he’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes you know now he feels the same way you do.

“I’m in love with you. And I’ve been in love with you since that night you walked me back to my hotel room, after dinner with everyone.” You were trying not to tear up, but you were finally confessing how you felt to the bit of your dreams.

“You knew I was upset about something, but didn’t pry. You just took my hand in yours, and told me that you would always be there for me for anything I ever needed. Even if it was for mundane things like folding my laundry!” You get a laugh from everyone, and Jacks finger wipes a fallen tear from your eye.

“How can someone not fall in love with you?” You tilt your head, still looking up at him, and before you know it, he’s kissing you. He was so gentle too. His hands placed on your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing beneath your eyes. You felt so light, his lips dizzying you a little.

“I love you too. And you know I’m not good with words so I’m not even going to attempt to give you a cheesy speech. Just know that my heart belongs to you, and I think it always will.���

“Okay! Will one of you make it official, now?!” Jasmine all but yells at the two of you, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You were the happiest you had ever been.

“Jack, will you be my boyfriend?” His smile is so big, he almost looks silly, if he weren’t so goddamn pretty.

“Of course I will, angel!” And you both just stand there, staring at each other, looking so in love, it was sick.

“This is really great everyone, but can we get back to the original video?” One of the producers ask.

“Oh shit, yeah!”

“Totally man, sorry.”

“This is way better, but okay.”

——

a/n: here’s a little glimpse at what happened the night you fell in love with Jack.

Jack watches your face fall as you read a text from your phone. He didn’t know what it said, but he knew moments ago you had that beautiful smile of yours plastered on your face, and now you just looked so dejected.

He was just itching to wrap you up in his arms and kiss all of your sadness away. Instead, he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “You okay, angel?” You didn’t realize anyone was watching you, so you hurriedly turned your phone off and put it away. Trying, but failing, to give Jack an convincing smile, you nod your head ‘yes.’

“I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel actually, just not feeling well.” You stand and announce to your friends, all giving you concerned looks.

“You want me to walk back with you?” Jenna offers, she knew how bad you were with directions. She didn’t want you getting lost. “It’s okay, I’ll walk her back Jen.” Jack says and he grabs your coat and bag from your chair.

“Really, it’s okay! I can walk back alone. I don’t want to make anyone end their night early because of me.” Jack smiles down at you at your words. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m gonna let you walk alone at night, in the middle of New York, you’re crazy. Come on, I’m getting bored with these losers anyway!” He jokes and earns threatening remarks from Jas and Jenna.

You give in as Jack holds your coat up for you to slip your arms through, and you bid everyone a good night, placing a kiss to Jenna’s cheek for offering to walk you back.

The cold air of the night was a soothing to the heat you felt on your cheeks. You had moments ago received a text from your parents, letting you know they wouldn’t be coming to the premiere of Scream VI.

You weren’t all that surprised, you’ve never had a good relationship with them after all. But this was your big break. You were an only child, with no other living relatives besides your parents. So, while everyone else would have someone there to show their support, to show how proud they are of them, you would have nobody.

“Hey.” Jacks hand finds yours again, and you feel your skin prickle up at his touch. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I’m not gonna make you talk about it, but I do want you to know that if you do want to talk about it, I’m here to listen. I’ll always be here to listen.” You hide the smile on your face by looking down at your shoes as you both continue to walk. “Thank you, Jack. You’re very sweet.”

“Don’t thank me, I mean it. I’m here for whatever you need, angel. I’ll even do your laundry for you, even though I’m terrible at it.” You both laugh at that, and you move your body a little closer to his. “You being here is enough.” You tell him.

The rest of the walk is silent, but in a comfortable way. And when you get to your door, you found yourself wanting to invite him in. You weren’t ready for him to go yet. “Thank you for walking me back.” “Yeah, of course.”

And with that, you stand on the tips of your toes and place a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Jack.” There’s a furious blush on his face now.

“Goodnight.” He watches you smile back at him, before retreating into your room and closing the door.

You both knew after that night, you were goners.

[bloodykora]

Drunk Walk Home

My first actual Viktor fic, yayy!!

Summary: After a celebration at the lab, you and Viktor have been left together. He tries to plan a way for you to get home however will you make it there?

Mentions of alcohol and drinking

I try to keep my fanfic gender neutral, there's no fem or masc description and there's no use of y/n.

Vik Masterlist

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” The lab is quiet, streamers and confetti over the floor. Balloons beginning to droop down from the ceiling, the lights once bright and vibrant now dimmed down.

“Remind me to tell Jayce when you are sober, never let you celebrate with him by bringing vodka.” A giggle escapes your mouth as you remain laid down on the cool floor, the brunette sitting as usual.

“God, he is such a lightweight! I wouldn’t have brought such a big bottle if I knew he’d tap out at like what, 3 shots?” You reminisce about the night that had just happened, knowing it will be some of your favourite memories of the group for months to come.

“For someone who cannot get off the floor you do speak a lot of uh, what’s the slang you use? Shit.” You ignore his mocking mostly, deciding not shoot a line back at him.

“You were supposed to drink with us but no. Mister, I am too good for that and someone has to be responsible in the group. Even Sky had a drink with us, but only a teeny sip of the champagne for you. Also, you deflected my compliment.”

“Well, look who was the one that called transportation for the other two while you decided to take a seat on the floor.” You lift your head to look at Viktor who stays seated at his lab placement. The world around you swaying, almost to a hypnotizing degree. You narrow your eyes at him, setting yourself on a mission.

“Did you know that I can’t black out?” You state, while slowly getting up onto your hands and knees. Stumbling some of your way to the chair Viktor was sitting in.

“Why is that?” He watches you, ready to have to bandage your face from falling but you surprisingly don’t even trip over your own feet.

“I do not know! I have mixed alcohol types, had way too many shots, blah blah blah and nothing. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s a talent and I appreciate it but I just want a fun story from someone about me blacking out.” You moan as you place your hand on his shoe as you reach him.

“Blacking out is not what you make it seem.” Viktor mumbles to himself.

“Viktor!” He looks down at you, as if he doesn’t know that you heard him.

“Have you ever been, has the uhh minister, whatever yordle’s dude, has been blacked out before? How will the academy react?” The words ramble out of your mouth, every new thought grabbed onto and then let go as another goes by.

“Heimerdinger but ‘uhh minister, whatever yordle’ also works.”

“More like… Heimerslinger.” You mumble to yourself other rhymes of his name, seeing if any fit.

“Hmm, good one.”

“Wait, you avoided the question.” You grab a piece of his leg brace, near the bottom of his pant leg.

“Yes but that is a story for another time. When you’re sober.”

“I am so sober, the soberest I have ever been.” You smile wide at him as he raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, that is why you are holding my leg brace like how a toddler holds a chip.”

“Am I hurting you? Pulling on it?” Your eyes wide like a child’s, concerned about his safety and well being while hammered. Like you couldn’t even think to hurt him, even if it’s accidental. He feels your grip loosen, ready to let go at his command.

“No.” You bite your lip subconsciously, smiling at him while doing so. A habit you had normally while concentrating but the alcohol made you not able to feel your teeth and lips. Tongue and gums also numb from the booze seeping through every vein of yours.

“Now how are we going to get you home?” He asks himself, eyes looking away as he thought of the quickest and cheapest way. You make a pouty face at him, disappointed he wanted you gone that fast. Holding it too until you got to see his reaction to it.

“You sick and tired of me Viktor?” His eyes look back to you, greeted by the look you had. He smirks lightly, eyes rolling at your feigned sadness.

“Is someone a pouty baby now? Clearly you need to go to bed.”

“Nooo, don’t call me a baby. Unless I’m your baby.” The line comes out before you even think about the implications. You chuckle a bit to yourself, finding it funny how naturally the flirts and teasing come out now.

“You are a handful. Do you know that?” You nod at Viktor, staring at his face to an unsettling degree. Taking in his features as he studied you back, wondering what you were going to do next. You think of going home, to the lonely and cold apartment the academy covered for you. Then you think of Viktor going home, if he would,

“Are you going to stay here and work?” You abruptly ask him, not wanting the already overworked man to again over work himself.

“I had thought about staying here earlier today and getting some research done while you all were home but then something came up.” He pauses, thinking over whether it would be treacherous in the cold weather to make it home. It wasn’t like it was far or even intimidating at this time of night but it didn’t mean he’d enjoy the cool with his aching leg and back.

“I could totally walk you home. Be like your really scary guard dog.” You suggest, sensing his hesitancy about going home. He was always so dedicated to learning and notes that you were semi surprised at his response.

“Your comments as always are amusing. However, my first concern is getting you home.” You lift your hand to make a thumbs down at him, disapproving of his choice.

“What if I die on the train home?” You joke however honestly putting that fear into Viktor’s head. His brain now thinking of all the accidents that could happen, he lets out a sigh. You pick up on the signs and immediately feel regret for the comment you made.

“Hey that was a joke, you ain’t gotta worry so much dude. Worst case scenario is me falling on my face but that’s like a 2 percent chance.” You try to comfort him, gently lifting your hand to pat his knee. Still sitting at his leg.

“You could always just bring me home, walking home is safer in pairs anyway. I wouldn’t want anyone to snatch you up for your juicy brains.” You see him crack a small smile and feel a little relief in your chest. You sit thinking for a minute, wondering if Sky and Jayce had made it to their homes alright. Playing the thought of them walking out of the lab doors together, Viktor insisting they both take a cab together to save money. Your face begins to fall and your brows furrow together. Viktor realizes it’s been too quiet for too long and looks down at you.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” Your gaze moves to meet his.

“Sky took my coat.” At a fun turn of events, Sky had forgotten to bring a proper coat to work, and you very knightley offered yours. To defend her from the cold and with all the sweaters you left in the lab you thought you’d be fine.

“Yes, why is that bad?” He prompts you, encouraging you to spill it out.

“My keys were in my chest pocket.” You state simply, looking up to him with slight glee on your face. You giggle quietly, bewildered you had gotten yourself into this predicament.

“Are you joking?” He asks, stern in his voice. Clearly, not in the mood for joking about this topic. You shake your head no, dropping the smile so he knew you were not playing around. He takes a breath in and you feel like a burden.

“I can stay here, find a way to meet with her tomorrow.” You suggest softly, not wanting to bother the man any further.

“No, it’s okay. I promised the professor after the good news that we would be out tomorrow morning which is why Jayce had planned this for us today.” He explains to you, you nod as you listen along. The info being sobering to you, you let go of his brace placing your hands behind you on the floor.

“I can probably just find a friend’s house then, or something. I can figure something.” You mumble off again, wondering what you’d be able to conjure up this late in the night. Maybe sneaking your way through a window into your building, hoping the spare key was around somewhere.

“No. You can come home with me, if you’re comfortable.”

“I can’t Viktor, that's too personal and I don’t want to intrude on your personal home space.”

“It’s too late for you to be able to call anyone or you won’t be able to get into your door. In these circumstances, you may come back to my home with me. I’m sure it may be awkward but it will be fine.”

“I will be the best guest ever, I swear. I won’t be loud and I don’t think I snore and I won’t touch anything.” You say, springing up from the ground. Ready to follow him wherever he had planned to go.

You both walk out of the room, your pace being a little more slow than usual to not rush Viktor. You close the doors and lock it, wiggling the door handle before turning to Viktor. He had his hand out, similar to yours just moments ago. You shake your head while smiling, putting the keys into his hand which he slips into his coat pocket. The beginning of the walk is silent, getting out of the academy building as quietly as you could to not disturb students in dorm rooms. A blast of cold air hitting both your faces as you step out of the door frame, the wind was always colder coming off all the water around Piltover. Your breaths coming out in puffs of white clouds, like you were one of the pipes that came out of a building for the laundry dryer.

“You’re so excited to leave, minutes ago you were whining.” You scurry to your desk, grabbing the nearest hoodie you could find. A blue thick wooly one, with a hood, perfect for the adventure ahead. You turn back towards him, lifting your hand and mimicking him talking with it. He chuckles at the action, rolling his eyes slightly. Leaning forward on his crutch he stands up, grabbing his things and readying to leave with you.

“Do you have lab keys? Cause ha, we both know I do not.” You ask, walking up to him with your hand open to receive them.

“I do not know if I trust you with keys at this moment.” You scoff and roll your eyes at his comment.

“You’re right here, it’s not like I’m gonna chuck em.” You state, still waiting for him. You hear the familiar jingling that echoed yours, the cool metal being set into your hand gently. You smile and close your hand around them, bringing them close to your face to find the one that locks up the lab. 

“It’s not too bad, but then again I probably feel it less than you right now.” You state, looking at the man walking beside you.

“I am just lucky I brought a jacket today, honestly if the walk was longer I would have wanted a cover for my face.” He replies, seeing the change of your skin already with the weather. Your cheeks and nose begin to get just ever so slightly paler than the rest of your face. Your gaze meets his, the tips of his ears turning red at the coolness as well.

“Do you ever cry in the winter?” You ask him, thinking of walking in the blistering cold.

“Where the wind just howls straight at your face and you can’t see. Your eyes water up and begin to freeze on your eyelashes?” You clarify, imagining just a woman standing in the snow sobbing, at the way you phrased your words. Your eyes fall down to the sidewalk in front of you, watching your feet move along beside Viktor’s.

“I’m not one to go out when it’s snowing, I normally stay at the lab when those nights happen. But on the off chance, yes it has happened to me.” He answers diligently, always working with him. Always on his mind, even when it’s not supposed to be. The thoughts of him circle your head, quieting the convo again.

You hadn’t been too explorative of Piltover when working at the academy, all the homes and lights illuminating the streets. The new places held a wonder and excitement, even alleyways and garbage cans had ignited child-like comments.

“It’s so pretty here, I still sometimes am amazed that I can see the night stars. And everything is so tidy, and I know a part of me is supposed to be mad. I should be so upset that the Undercity is treated with ignorance, and annoyance but. I mean, look at the moon and the water. All the boats. I never imagined the place I had hated so much could be lovely.” The words flow off your tongue, you knew Viktor had been from the same place as you. Both lucky with the smarts to get out of the actually toxic home. Yet you still missed it, jumping in piles of leaves when the Upper city dumped them down, how when the snow melted it would wash away some of the muck that had been there for the year.

Viktor admires you and your openness, not able to talk to anybody else about his home. He smiles, watching your gaze being locked up into the sky.

“I think I drew them the first night I was here.” He confesses to you, thinking back to the same excitement he had felt when he first arrived. The buzz of the city and the positive attitude of the people. Don’t get him wrong, people did give mean looks but they at least didn’t then trip you and steal whatever you may have had on you. Viktor recognizes his home, 2 blocks up the road from where you both were.

“I have to admit, it may not be necessarily tidy when we arrive. I wasn’t expecting anybody.” He sheepishly says, now thinking of all the clothes and glasses around the place.

“It’s okay, mine is pretty messy too right now. I’m not one to judge.” You reassure him quickly, knowing how busy the life of a scientist, an inventor can really be. 

You follow him up the front steps to the building, watching him use his keys to open the lock and get inside. You found yourself in a hallway, realizing it was an apartment building with neighbors. You remain silent as you follow him up another set of stairs and another locked door. You follow him into the apartment, closing the door behind you and locking it for him.

Slipping your shoes off, the warmth overheats causing you to begin to strip off the sweater. Viktor peels off his coat, walking into the home and placing it on a chair nearby. Turning on a lamp nearby for you both to see. You walk in after, looking at the space. It was a lot bigger than what you had at home. And open as well, huge space for a small little thing, too big for it actually.

“How is it, this is big.” You comment, slowly walking around a table that was placed and towards the black board near the opposite side of the room.

“Oh uh, well. The owners found out I worked at the academy, and the landlord would always see my mess of papers. I desperately needed the space so I actually own both the apartments up here. I took out a few walls to open it, voila.” He talks while undoing his vest and red tie, getting comfortable after the long day. You continue to ponder around, looking at the writings on the board. A dark brown wood as the floor, almost no carpet except one little one under a coffee he had in front of a sofa chair. Books littered throughout the living room, even into the kitchen and dining area. His curtains pulled to avoid any peeks in, mugs scattered too.

You approach the kitchen, dishes neatly organized in the dish dryer thing he owned. A window right in front of the sink, for what you can assume is the morning sun. Two little dishes sit on the sill, one full of water and the other empty.

“Do you have a kitty?” You turn to him, socks now pulled off and joined with the rest of the scatter. He lifts his head up to look at you.

“No, just a stray that pops in from time. But she never lets me pet her.” He says, smiling at the thought of the skinny black tabby that visits his window sill.

“I have a cat, her name is Barbecue.” You state before peaking your way around down his hall. You could see the door to his bedroom cracked open, you decide to sneak away while his attention was on something else. Creeping your way down to the door quickly, you could hear his voice.

“Barbecue, why?” He pauses in his words before continuing. “Hello? Where did you go?” 

You barely hear it however, in his room and looking around. Clothes thrown around and his bedding all messy, slept in. The bed is soft, a comforter big enough to topple over the edges of the already king sized bed, the pillows being more than anyone could ever need. You reach down, following the steps of Viktor and taking off your socks. You knew this was surpassing a boundary but considering you had sat at his foot about an hour ago holding onto his knee, hopefully this wouldn’t startle him too bad.

You creep into his bed, getting comfy under the sheets.

“Dude you have so many pillows!” You yell out, hearing the approaching footsteps. You watch the door frame, seeing his head look in and then at you.

“They are for my body, I have heating and cooling ones as well. And you are not supposed to be in here.” He speaks, his shirt now untucked and the top unbuttoned. You smile sheepishly at him, wiggling in the bed a bit.

“But it’s so cozy and so big.” A grin is plastered onto your face, and he looks too tired now to complain or argue.

“You really are a handful, 2 handfuls.” He walks to the other side of the bed, throwing the top blanket back and crawling in. You could tell it for a moment was painful for him, his eyes closed and brows furrowed but his face soon relaxed. It remains silent between you two for some time.

“I can feel you staring at me.” His accent becomes heavier as tiredness takes over, he peeps open one eye to look at you.

“Do you want me to turn off the light? Is there any pillow you want specifically?” You go into caretaker mode, making sure his comfort was met before you actually settled in. He smiles at your need to impress him.

“I’m fine but yes you can turn off the light, and for the morning. I have some pain meds in the bedside table next to you, feel free to take one when you get up.” He says and you nod, getting up to shut off the light before snuggling back in on your side.

The room again dies down, sounds of crickets outside filling the room. You lay there smiling, too giddy to sleep yet you yawn. You blink your eyes, focusing on the sight before you. Easing into a state of rest and slumber, already planning for the adventure that had awaited you tomorrow. You hear Viktor’s breathing slow and you decide to close your eyes. Falling asleep with the man of your dreams. 

[vantablackdraws]

What got you shipping anbai? I’m new here and they seem cute ^^ /gen

Oh god-

where do I even begin....

TLDR/Short version of it: Friend talked about Guilty Gear, I found out about Baiken, watched Another Story and some arcade mode interactions and song breakdowns and read some comments and it got me wondering "what is going on with these two~", I go on ao3, there is a little over 20 fics. I got really frustrated, made content of them myself, fell further down the rabbit hole, now I'm here.

The long and very rambly version of why I ship them that you can read under the cut if you wanna ↓

Firstly, a few things that I really enjoy about them (to get this out of the way-) is that they contrast and compliment each other really, really well if you think about it. Which I have. A lot.

I know I've said some of these before but like; the Sun and Moon motifs and how it literally shows up in their Overdrives (and Anji's command...grab...thingy(? idk strive terminology) also has a moon briefly appear hmmmmmwhatsupwiththat-), the Butterfly and Flower symbolism associated with them respectively and how in a sense, one helps the other grow, the classic red oni blue oni dynamic, cat and dog, Anji's graceful elegance and calm demeanor to go with Baiken's rugged toughness and fiery temper, blah blah blah the list goes on you get the idea. They're opposites, but they match each other and balance each other out, like yin and yang.

There's also their (strive) songs! Rock Parade is...extremely obvious lmao. I know folks like to joke about it but, dude. Single footstep carries two hearts? The promise he made to her? (Whatever that was I wanna knOW-) It really does feel like more than just a song about a crush he has on her, this man is dedicated. And with Mirror of the World it basically encapsulates Baiken's whole journey, going from someone who's resigned herself to a life of revenge to ultimately breaking out of her self imposed "exile" in the end. Also the line "If I had a comrade, I wonder what I would tell them." and I'm over here yelling "YOU HAVE ONE! HE IS RIGHT THERE-" (I actually think the song is also about Delilah, but still kinda about him too, it's about both of them they're both the comrade how about that)

But to get to the heart of it all (and to also get extremely corny here), there's this sort of earnestness to their relationship that I really admire. Every now and then, there's a pairing that comes around and makes me go Ooga Booga for the better part of a year because it's just got a lot of good stuff to chew on. Angst? Drama? Some form of love that isn't just inherently romantic but something more? I'm eating it up and annoying my friends to death with it. And I think to me that really shows in their XX arcade mode endings, (BOTH of their "canon" ones btw THEY GET TWO ENDINGS TOGETHER) where Anji gives up what he was doing so he can follow Baiken and make sure she's actually living instead of just wandering by herself. This one thing he's been chasing for a while now, probably even his dream job of learning the secrets of the universe (or whatever Asuka was teaching him), and he just gives it up because he can't stand to see someone he loves dedicate her life to something that will inevitably destroy her in the end. "I don't want you to die." I think about this so often it's not even funny.

(And y'know, he also gives her the choice to just get rid of him if she doesn't want him around anymore, and idk about you, but I think that's very sexy of him and also very telling of her that she hasn't done it yet but moving on-)

Delilah ultimately ties it all together because at the end of Another Story, Baiken becomes to Delilah what Anji was to her all those years ago. A friend, a companion, someone to lean on. There's the line "She won't die well unless she finds a better way to live." before May mentions that's what Anji had said about her, and suddenly she gets it now. (I think) It's the final push that gets her to save Delilah from winding up in the same situation she's been stuck in for years and in the end, finally let go of her revenge.

No that does not have to be inherently romantic in the slightest, you can do whatever you want with that information or interpret it however you want and I encourage that, but also it's driving me insane whenever I think about it. He cares about her SO much, even if he has a weird way of showing it. I don't even think I can begin to do it justice trying to describe how it makes me feel but hopefully that can give you (and maybe some other folks who have made it this far hello) some insight into why I like this ship so much.

Also their strive in-game interactions are really flirty.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kung Lao yandere headcanons

Warnings: Yandere (obsessive and toxic themes) just cute little mentions of gore and murder blah blah blahhhhhhh…kung Lao being a little bitch. (Kinda inserted my fiancé as Kung Lao so if the personality is off…no it isn’t they are literally the same exact person🤞)

Requests: only for Yandere Kung Lao, Shang tsung, raiden and Johnny Cage mk11/mk1/X

General Yandere Headcanons

Kung lao has been fond of you from the beginning. You were always very open and welcoming towards him. Never once did you ever make fun of his hat or ever compare himself with Liu Kang like many many others.

Whenever he messed up or didn’t quite match up with his counterpart, you would encourage him and remind him of all he has to offer and that one small fail shouldn’t break him. You were the best friend Kung Lao could ever ask for.

As much as he’d hate to admit, he was desperate for this kind of special attention. He needed to be loved and praised, he needed to be better than all the other competitors. He especially needs to be better than Liu Kang…

After seeing him train harder than ever this past year for the next tournament, you turned to him and said..

“You know what? I honestly think you’re a far better fighter than Liu Kang at this point, and I wish more people could see that. It kind of irks me how Raiden doesn’t believe in you like he does Liu.”

Anyone else would say you were being a little too generous with that statement, but you meant exactly what you said.

Little did you know that this seemingly harmless comment made something in his brain snap….

No one has ever said anything remotely close to this to him. Sure, he’s gotten good remarks on his skills before but he’s always lived in his friend’s shadow. Finally, someone sees him for just how great he truly is.

His inhibitions were now gone and in that moment he decided you were his. You say it’s kidnapping, he says it’s redirecting you in the direction of his house. potato,patato!

He feels absolutely no guilt for kidnapping you and forcing your relationship. He believes he’s in the right most times. Everything he does is justified, including this……in some very sick way.

Kung Lao is a very needy and klingy Yandere. He orders you to be around him at all times or at least updating him constantly when you can’t be. Which is very rare, usually only happens if he has to be with the shaolin or if Raiden needs to speak with him privately.

He has a huge ego that constantly needs to be inflated by you. The man can’t help it, he craves your worship.

This means when he forces you to attend his sparring matches, tournaments, and workout sessions, you need to pay extra close attention. He will ask you specifically what you enjoyed about today's session and you better be raving about it, or it’ll be a hissy fit for the rest of the day. (So sassy)

Will shower you in compliments all damn day. He thinks you're absolutely beautiful in every single way and one thing that Kung Lao hates more than anything is someone with low self esteem. Lack of confidence is annoying to him so he’ll make sure you know you’ve got it going on.

(Ironic since deep down he’s crippling from his insecurities)

Very very physically affectionate and expects you to reciprocate it. Smothers you in kisses and cuddles.You have to hold his hand in public so people know that you're his. The way his grip is on you thooo. ;-;

Will just plop on top of you like he’s not 180 pounds of pure muscle. He’s so huge omg like you get crushed any time he has one of his love attacks.

Has a very mildly short temper. Most of his anger is never really taken out on you though. He’s just kind of asshole-ish to everyone outside of you

Will 100% threaten you and let you know that he’s not to be tested tho. He loves games but not when they come to you.

He cannot bear you giving anyone other than him attention, especially other men. Why do you even need to speak to other men??? You have the great Kung Lao right next to you.

Someone hits on you, he’ll get rid of them….

He’s willing to kill anyone for you. It’s all honorable, because it’s to protect the sanctity of his precious relationship.

If you start talking to someone for a little too long, flirting or he suspects you’re interested in another, he’s going to kill them too.. slowly and brutally…all for you to watch. He’ll slice the unsuspecting fellow in half, look up at you with a big ol’ grin!

“See, this is what I have to do when you start talking to people you shouldn’t. Now my hat is all filthy because of you.”

You need to know that Kung Lao is serious about you, and there are consequences to your stupidity. This will surely keep you in line.

Will also set punishments up too. He can’t find it in his heart to ever put his hands on you, but sometimes when he’s in one of many temper tantrums, he’ll leave bruises on your arm from grabbing or pulling you too hard. Though with that said, even if you try attacking him he will just try to pin you down or restrain your hands until you finally give up.

It’s kind of cute to him when you struggle. He’s so much stronger and bigger than you but you still think you have a chance…aww that’s so adorable and kind of amusing to him.

Usually his punishments consist of him locking you up for a day or two in his room, making you clean off his bloody clothes after he’s dealt with someone because of you, or doing some kind of chores he doesn’t want to.

If you try running away he will be deeply hurt and humiliated by this. He scolds you after he catches you and immediately ties you up. He takes away any basic necessities to further punish you. You’ve embarrassed him and now he’ll have to endure the whispers about it.

Why would you run away from the only person who can keep you safe? Is he not enough for you anymore???

You think this is some sort of fun joke?

Do you think someone fights better than him?????? If so he will challenge them to kombat to show you that he’s just as great as he was before.

Once he finally calms down kung lao would be very mopey for the next couple of hours. His ego is shattered in this moment and he just wants you to love him back. He’ll cling on anything you give him, he’ll even lose the hat for you if it meant that you’d never leave him again.

This is one of the only times where he’s openly vulnerable to you, outside of this he puts on his usual persona. Always self assured and well together. If you see Lao’s weak side too often you’ll think less of him.

Once you’ve finally gave in to his painful hours of pandering and promised to never leave him again, he snaps back to his old self.

It doesn’t matter how much you only thought of him as a close friend, Kung Lao is determined to break you down and become his perfect match. You’re the only one who understands him, and sees his true worth so he’d be a fool to just let you slip away. He’ll prove to you that he truly is the greatest once becomes the next champion. You'll soon see.

[transmascaraa]

I’m submitting another request right after my last one was published, but I have no complaints

Since I found out you write for Danganronpa, I wanted to ask for headcanons where/how different male characters would react if the reader gave them different forms of affection (hugs from behind, kisses, etc.) while [character] and reader are early in a relationship.

The specific characters I am requesting are Rantaro Amami, Shuichi Saihara, Hajime Hinata, Makoto Naegi, and any other characters you feel like writing for!

Thank you, Nyx!! 💖

(I wonder if I’m the first DR headcanon request 👀)

multiple characters headcannons!

affection.

characters: rantaro, shuichi, hajime, makoto x gn!reader

author's note: YUPPPP YOU'RE THE FIRST DGR REQUEST^^(idk how many of you guys will even read it but i hope you like it if you do i suppose) so like i've been busy for the last few days blah blah blah finally done with elementary school therefore sorry for the lack of posts😭 but hopefully i'll finish these reqs asap lol i've kinda missed writing(a bit ig??) either way enjoy lmao(lmk if it's ooc at all btw)

✿ Rantaro

-he LOVES when you're affectionate

-a LOT

-and I MEAN IT.

-he thinks it's adorable when you show him physical affection, especially while you shower him compliments and all

-like literally he adores it all

-if it's kissing, he'll kiss you just as much in return

-if you wanna cuddle, he'll cuddle with you for however long you want

-if it's random hugs, he's gonna hug you when he gets the chance

-he doesn't show it DRASTICALLY or DRAMATICALLY in public or anything he just likes it wholesome

-also i think he's also into quality time probably since he thinks it "strengthens" the relationship

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♡ Shuichi

-alright he's probably my fave from v3(also a huge lover of miu and kaede— and kiibo)

-so he's not into pda at all bffr

-and like at first he's pretty surprised when receiving such affection from you

-both surprised and flustered

-so he's kinda gonna have to get used to it if he wants to be in a relationship with you

-aka someone who is really physically affectionate.

-PLEASE compliment him

-he'll compliment you back dw js let him regain himself after whatever you told him

-deep down he absolutely loves it when you hug him/ask him to cuddle or smthn

-kissing him is his weak spot definitely

-just a small peck on his lips and he's freaking out inside

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✧ Hajime

-alright

-i feel like he'd also really like it but not in the same way as rantaro

-yes he'd pay you back for all of it but i still feel like he wouldn't like to show it in public AT ALL

-and if you did he would just kinda get flustered and quietly scold you "what if other people see us??!!?!?!!!??!?!!?"

-tell him to chill cuz his "scolding" won't stop you

-but definitely, when you're home alone, he's almost as affectionate towards you

-he WILL buy you something that you really want cuz he isn't an EXPERT at showing it in the same way

-not saying he's bad at it, he's just not professional in it.

-but definitely, after some time in a relationship with you, he gets used to it and SPECIFICALLY ONLY showers you with affection and compliments AT HOME

-so good luck with him ig (for some reason i can't imagine him being extremely affectionate or smthn)

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⑅ Makoto

-ooh okay so likeeee

-he adores it when you're affectionate as well

-because he's affectionate towards you too^^

-unlike the last 2, he's kinda like rantaro when it comes to pda

-sure ofc js nothing too much

-but while at home DEFINITELY be ready to receive the same amount of affection in return

-cuz he's happy when you're happy and all

-has probably tried to rant to byakuya about you but it was the first and last time ever

-anyways, even throughout building the relationship, he's still the same

-he just loves it when you two cuddle or hug, especially kiss

-absolutely loves kisses before either him or you go out somewhere

-recommended imo tbh it's nice

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OPINIONS PLS??????

idk it's not too bad if you ask me(don't ask me)

feels nice writing something again(hoping to get his by a truck of motivation these days)

| @run-dennys-is-on-fire | @mariaace <3

[keyboardsmashess]

The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter

Chapter Fourteen: The Question, or I'll Make an Avenger Out of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut, fluff, angst, canon-typical violence MINORS DNI. A/N: I have been SO SICK the last few days, so instead of writing I took a bunch of cold medicine and marathoned the first several MCU movies. I'm not at 100% yet, but I'm at least well enough that the words I type make sense again. At least, I hope they do!

Summary: Cleo gets down to business.

Chapter Directory

The morning after the Quarterflash Incident, as I’ve decided to call it, Steve decides I’ve earned a day off running. I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I respond to his text with a gif of Kermit flopping back and forth in excitement and prepare to grab a few extra hours of sleep. He sends back several question marks, but I leave him on read. When I wake up for the second time, I decide to head to the communal kitchen for coffee. I wasn’t exactly being antisocial before last night, but I figure I might as well double-down on my efforts to bond with members of the team now that they’ve all but named me an Avenger myself.

I can hear the chaos in the common room before I’m even up the stairs. I briefly contemplate turning right around and going back to my room, but I know I’ll have to face whatever’s going on eventually.

I take a deep breath and walk into the mayhem, but everyone falls silent when they see me. Steve, Tony, Nat, Clint, Bruce, and Barnes are all gathered around a holographic screen Tony has hovering over the kitchen bar. A few of them are sipping from mugs, and Tony has a giant bag of grapes he’s snacking on. Instead of heading for the screen, though, I make a beeline for the coffee maker and give her my usual order. 

I look at Tony. “I’ve decided your coffee maker’s name is Betty, and I think she might be my soulmate.” Nobody responds, so I grab my mug and turn to the group with a sigh. “Y’know, it’s totally not suspicious when you all stop talking the second I enter the room.”

Nat elbows Tony, and pretty hard, too, if his expression is any indication. “I told you to just rip the band-aid off, Stark.”

I sigh and round the corner of the bar to join them. “What’s the band-aid this time - another super-secret crystal giving me powers I never asked for?” I laugh. “It’s not like it can get much wor- ”

I freeze when I see the screen.

It’s the cover of a gossip magazine, from the looks of it, featuring two photos: one, a blurry shot of Barnes and me on our run in Central Park and another, clearer picture of him leading me through the paparazzi with his arm around my shoulders last night at the karaoke bar. The headline reads ‘Bucky’s New Babe.’

I squint at the first picture. “Did they photoshop Steve out of this one?” I turn to Barnes. “And I thought you were wearing your stupid baseball hat disguise?”

He scowls at me. “That’s your biggest issue with this? Me taking my hat off for two seconds and some photo editing?”

I roll my eyes. “It was just a question, Barnes. Obviously that’s not my biggest issue - this is invasive and sexist and insane, but I’m trying not to focus on that right now because five out of six Avengers would probably not appreciate it if I started screaming.”

Tony flicks his finger casually to scroll down the page to the bulk of the article. “Not to butt in, but they did call you ‘hot’ at least three times. You know, if that helps.”

I roll my eyes. “Sure, because getting called hot is such a compliment coming from a person taking creep shots of me.” I quickly skim the page, but it’s your typical vague bullshit. A mystery source close to the team reports Barnes has a new flame, blah blah blah. They make a brief note of my crystal (or ‘mystery bling’ - ew), but it’s not even half a sentence before they’re back to speculating on the purported romance. “This is disgusting, honestly.”

Barnes exhales sharply and leaves the room with an unreadable look on his face.

I glance after him before looking back to the article. “Guess he isn’t wild about this, either.”

Clint nudges me with his elbow. “Don’t you think that was a bit harsh? Calling the idea of dating him ‘disgusting?’”

I gape at him. “Jesus, Clinton, who do you think I am? I couldn’t care less if someone thinks I’m dating Barnes or anyone else. What’s disgusting is that this guy sees a woman spending time with multiple Avengers on multiple occasions and - instead of considering that she might, I don’t know, be smart or strong or capable enough to be on the team - his first thought is ‘which one can we say she’s fucking?’”

He has the good sense to look at least a little embarrassed. “Now that you mention it, that does make a lot more sense. Maybe you should tell Buck that, though - just to be safe.”

I roll my eyes. “If he even spends any time considering what I think in the first place - which, by the way, seems very unlikely - I’m sure he knows what I meant.” He gives me a skeptical look, but I ignore him and turn to Tony. “What are we going to do about this?”

He frowns. “What are you asking me for, he’s the Captain!” he says, pointing a thumb at Steve. 

“Yes, but who here has had the most experience handling the press?”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine. But kid, I don’t know that there’s much we can do, short of holding a press conference and announcing you as our shiny new teammate. And we all know you aren’t ready for that. Besides,” he says, popping a grape in his mouth. “We may wanna just ride this out - Barnes has never been more likeable.”

Clint holds out his phone, open to the Twitter homepage. “He’s right, Buck’s trending on Twitter, and this time it isn’t even for threatening a random civilian.”

Nat peers over his shoulder at the screen, muttering, “That only happened once, and even Steve agreed the guy deserved it.”

“Be that as it may,” Tony says, “it’s better for us when the people we’re saving trust us to save them. And apparently, Barnes is a lot more trustworthy with a hot chick on his arm.”

I hope he feels the heat of my glare when I turn it to him. “Tony Middle Name Stark, if I ever hear you talk about me or any other woman like that again, I will take one of your Repulsors and try it out on your favorite part.” I flick my eyes down meaningfully.

“Jeez, okay! I was just paraphrasing the article.” He drops the bag of grapes and holds both hands over his lap. “Also, my middle name is Edward.”

Nat elbows past him to link arms with me. “Wanna go beat the shit out of some heavy bags? We can call ‘em Edward.”

I sigh in instant relief. “This is why you’re my favorite.”

“Hey!” Tony calls after us. “I used to be your favorite!” I flip him the bird over my shoulder by way of answering.

******

After thoroughly exhausting myself with Nat, I retreat to my room so I can return the approximately seventy-two phone calls from Meg.

As always, she answers on the first ring. “So you haven’t forgotten me now that you’re famous! What a relief.”

“‘Hello Cleo, what’s new with you Cleo, are you doing okay Cleo?’” I say, pitching my voice to imitate hers.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says dismissively. “Clearly, we have more important things to talk about.”

I sigh. “Whatever you’ve read, Meg, I am not dating Barnes.”

She scoffs. “Obviously. If you were, I’d have known ages ago. Although, did you see the picture of him on Twitter? You could do worse.”

I put the call on speaker and open the app, seeing that #ThiccBucc is trending. The accompanying photo of Barnes is shot from behind as he stands in line at a food cart, one hip cocked casually. I am definitely going to spend a very normal amount of time looking at it. 

Meg clears her throat. “You still with me?”

I shake my head and swipe the photo away, bringing the phone back to my ear. “Yeah. So if you didn’t think we’re dating, what did you want to talk about?” 

“How we’re going to exact revenge on the little weasel who took stalker pics of you and then made you out to be someone’s girlfriend instead of the badass Avenger you are. Duh.”

I collapse back on my bed with a smile. “Meggie, I love you so fucking much.”

I can hear her grin through the phone. “I know. Now what, pray tell, is our genius plan?”

“Tony says there’s not much to do, aside from holding a press conference to announce I’m an Avenger. And I’m definitely not ready for that yet - everyone agrees.”

Meg hums thoughtfully. “So why don’t you get ready?”

“What?”

She sighs, exasperated. “I’m saying get ready, Cleo. And not for the little shit who wrote the article, either - for you. Have a good old fashioned training montage. Run up a flight of stairs, punch some meat - I don’t know. Do whatever the hell it is people do in those things.”

“You’re aware it doesn’t happen that way in real life, right?”

“Not with that attitude, it doesn’t. Now hang up the phone, put on the Mulan soundtrack, and get to work, babe.”

******

Let’s Get Down to Business

“Don’t get sloppy on me, now.”

I grin and wipe a trickle of blood from the corner of my mouth. “Who says I’m not just luring you into a false sense of security?”

Nat laughs as we continue to circle one another. “If you are, you kind of just gave yourself away.”

I shrug. “We can’t all be Natasha Romanov.” When she rolls her eyes, I feint left with a blow to the head, sweeping low with my leg when she moves to block my arm.

I manage to land her on her back, but she quickly rolls back onto her shoulders, kicking her legs forward and pushing off with her hands to spring into a standing position.

“Okay, you gotta teach me that one.” 

She smirks and whirls, her momentum throwing her foot into my chest with a massive amount of force. It all but knocks the wind out of me, but I manage to grab her foot before she can complete her spin. Gasping for air, I push her foot toward her, throwing off her center of gravity and knocking her backward to the ground.

In classic Nat fashion, though, she’s back on her feet in an instant. We meet in the middle in a flurry of blows - I block a hit with my forearm, she leaps over a kick with ease. She aims low, I push high. I think I finally have her, arm around her middle, when she grips my arm, flips upside down, wraps her legs around my neck, and brings me to the mat. I tap out, climbing to my feet and staggering to the side to chug from my water bottle.

Nat throws me a towel, but I’ve barely wiped the sweat from my brow before her gaze returns to granite. I meet her eyes and sigh.

“Again.”

Tranquil as a Forest

“Bruce, I appreciate the effort, but I think my brain is just broken. Maybe some people just have broken brains and we have to accept that.”

He chuckles, adjusting his position on the cushion. “Cleo, at any given moment, I am seconds away from becoming a giant green rage monster. If I can learn to meditate, I think you can, too - broken brain or not.”

I sigh and nod. “I know, you’re right. And I swear, I’m trying - it’s just… no matter what I do, I can’t get my thoughts to shut up.”

Bruce considers this for a moment and pulls out his phone. “I have an idea. What if we tried some guided meditation recordings to ease you in? Then, as you get more comfortable, you can try it on your own.”

I nod emphatically. “Yes, I love guides. Let’s do that.”

He laughs, and soon my eyes are fluttering closed as a soothing voice tells me to visualize my worries as a rolling wave.

Once You Find Your Center

“Jesus, Tony, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises.” His voice sounds distorted coming through the speakers in the ceiling of the padded room. 

I fold my arms and eye the vase in front of me. “Are you sure I can’t just keep screaming at shit? I think we’re really underestimating the cool factor of screaming at shit.”

Bruce chuckles. “I know it seems intimidating, Cleo, but I’ve run the simulations and I know you can do this.”

“Besides, kid,” Tony cuts in. “Imagine the cool factor of moving shit with your mind.”

I take a deep breath and try to center myself like I would in a meditation. I close my eyes and, like Bruce instructed, attempt to feel the frequencies around me. What does a frequency even feel like? Is it a vibration? Is it a color? You know, if I were a color I bet I’d be teal. Maybe yellow. Something cheerful and fun. Barnes would probably be like a midnight blue, the grumpy asshole. Though, now that I say that, it really is a beautiful -

I open my eyes. “It’s not working!”

“You’re thinking too much, Cleo - you can’t think them into existence. Clear your mind and try again.”

I shake my hands out, releasing some of the tension there, and take another deep breath. I close my eyes and try again. No thinking, just feeling - letting it take the time it takes. Eventually, Tony and Bruce and the room fade away and it’s just me and this moment and the tiny threads criss-crossing the world all around. 

The tiny threads criss-crossing the world all around.

I open my eyes in shock and, to my delight, I can still see them if I unfocus my gaze a little bit. I reach out a tentative hand and pluck one - pluck it like I would a guitar string. The vase shatters. 

We Must be Swift as a Coursing River

My legs are a blur when I hear the unmistakable beeping of a keypad. “Steven Rogers, do not increase -” But he does, and I’m soon racing to keep from being flung off the treadmill like a slingshot. 

He watches me intently as I calibrate my body to the higher speed. We’ve been running in the gym daily for the last few weeks, Barnes being conspicuously hard to find, and Steve is taking advantage of the technology to push me to my absolute limit.

I glance over at him, catching his eye. “What, do I look like a fucking mess? Because I feel like a fucking mess.”

He smiles widely. “Cleo, we just hit 25 miles per hour.”

I freeze, going completely still and forgetting for a moment where I am. What I’m running on. In the seconds it takes my mind to process my mistake, I’ve been rocketed off the back of the treadmill and am hovering about a foot above the ground.

Steve and I meet each other’s eyes once more, wearing identical shocked expressions. He stops his machine and steps tentatively toward me, crouching down and waving his hand through the space between me and the ground.

I look down at him and swallow thickly. “Well, that’s new.”

With all the Force of a Great Typhoon

“Again!” Nat’s voice barely registers as I start running through the obstacle course set up in the gym.

“You don’t have to enjoy this so much, you know,” I say, breathing hard.

Clint’s projectiles come from all sides, preventing me from any additional quips. I vault over a hurdle and wave my hand, sending a missive into the ceiling. I tuck and roll under a wire, closing my fist to crush an arrow before it hits. As I climb a rock wall, three projectiles come my way. Hands busy, I inhale deeply and shriek, disintegrating them into tiny, harmless pieces.

Eyeing the blinking timer projected onto the ceiling, I hurl myself over the top of the rock wall and, instead of climbing down, allow myself to fall. Inches from the ground, I freeze - hovering midair. With a soft thud, I land in front of Nat, breathing heavily.

She grins widely at me, and I exhale in relief at the prospect of a break. She pats my shoulder, leaning in close and I smile tiredly - ready to receive the ‘job well done.’ 

“Again,” she whispers. I stifle a groan and make my way back to the starting point.

With all the Strength of a Raging Fire

“I’m going to look like an idiot,” I mumble, ignoring the chuckle coming from Barnes’ corner of the room.

Steve’s smile is kind. “You’ll be fine, Cleo - we aren’t here to judge you.”

Clint snorts. “Speak for yourself, Cap.” I shove him affectionately, grateful for his refusal to coddle me.

I take a deep breath and shake out my hands. “Okay. Alright. But if this doesn’t work, nobody gets to laugh at me, got it?” Steve nods seriously, but Clint just raises his eyebrows as if to say yeah right. “Here goes nothing.”

I’ve tried everything to activate my mind manipulation powers following the night at the karaoke bar - speaking commands, shouting, even attempting to communicate telepathically - and nothing has worked. I have one final idea, and even though I understand that Barnes needs to be here in case things go south, I’m not wild about trying this in front of him.

I take a deep breath, then quickly turn to Clint. “You know, if you want to back out because of everything that happened with Loki, I -”

“Cleo!” he cuts me off. “Quit stalling and do the damn thing!”

“Ugh, fine.”

I take another meditative breath, centering myself quickly. I close my eyes, focus my intentions, and when I reopen them, I sing. 

“Your exhaustion has grown deep now, that is why you both must sleep now.”

Instantly, Steve and Clint collapse bonelessly onto the padded gym mats, eyes closed. As I venture a step closer, Clint lets out a little snore.

Barnes walks over and stands next to me, examining the two sleeping men.“Shit, Cleo, you did it.”

I exhale a shaky breath, grin, and then - as if possessed - throw myself at the man I’ve barely spoken to in weeks with unrestrained glee.

Arms around his neck, I kick my feet up behind me and laugh. “I fucking did it!”

To my complete surprise, he wraps his arms around my waist and spins me in a delighted circle. “You’re damn right you did!”

I stumble out of his arms when he sets me back on the ground, both of us breathing heavily. Wearing identically wide grins, we simply stand frozen, and I find myself staring intently into his eyes. He keeps my gaze, and my breath hitches when I notice the little flecks of turquoise peppered throughout the deep blue.

“Did it work?”

We jump apart and whip our heads to where Clint and Steve are now awake, sitting up and rubbing their eyes. 

Barnes schools his face back into that familiar icy mask, and I can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. What the hell is wrong with me?

“I guess so,” I say, fighting to sound chipper.

The two men stand, grinning, and Clint wraps an easy arm around my shoulders. He gives me an affectionate shake. “I knew you could do it.”

I try to ignore the swirling in my stomach as I smile back at my friend. “The real question is, how dumb did I look?”

He shakes his head vehemently. “Not dumb at all, it was cool as hell. Hey, you could call it Siren Song! I’ve always thought ‘mind control’ has too much baggage, anyway, and this way you’re building your brand. We can…”

I allow him to lead me out the door and down the hall, nodding blankly as he talks, and Steve falls into place on my other side. I look back as we round the corner, but Barnes is already gone.

Mysterious as the Dark Side of the Moon

I give up on sleep at around one in the morning, deciding to try a cup of tea in the common room for a change of scenery.

I can see the flickering light of the TV as I climb the stairs, so I make my steps a bit louder than usual to alert my arrival. I know better than to sneak up on an Avenger. 

Barnes doesn’t look away from the muted nature documentary. “You can’t sleep either?”

I head over to the kitchen and make my tea. “What was it you said - ‘at this point, the nights I can sleep seem to be the exception?’”

He chuckles. “Well, you’re welcome to learn about Australia’s gum tree forests with me. That is, if you don’t find it too disgusting.”

I come back over and sit opposite him on the couch with my tea, shooting him a quizzical look. “Why would I find that disgusting? Unless - are there spiders in the gum tree forests? If there are some freaky Australian spiders, I’m out.” He rolls his eyes, and I ignore the nagging feeling in my stomach that there’s something I’m missing. 

We share a quiet moment, just enjoying the show together, and my mind begins to wander to all the other moments we’ve shared. Moments that are always immediately followed by Barnes giving me the cold shoulder. 

Suddenly, I’m speaking before I can stop myself - the words I’ve been wanting to ask for weeks tumbling out of my mouth without restraint.

“Barnes, why don’t you like me?”

He jerks his head up with a shocked expression. “What kind of question is that?”

I turn to face him. “The kind of question you ask a person when you want to know why they don’t like you.”

“Who said I don’t like you?”

“You did.”

He gapes. “I never said -”

I sigh. “It was more of an ‘actions speak louder than words’ sort of thing.”

He shakes his head. “I have no idea what actions you’re talking about - if anything, you don’t like me.”

I put my tea down on the side table. “Barnes, that’s ridiculous. What on earth would make you think I don’t like you?”

“I don’t know, the constant sarcasm and snide nicknames?”

“I’m sarcastic with everyone! And anyway, how did this get turned around on me? I asked you first.”

Barnes frowns deeply, running a hand roughly over his face. “God, you’re absolutely impossible, you know that?”

“I’m aware. Now will you please just tell me? If you’re worried about hurting my feelings, don’t - I’m a big girl. I’ve met plenty of people who don’t like me. Hell, two of ‘em raised me. There’s nothing you can say that hasn’t been said before.”

I think he’s about to respond, to finally give me some clarity on the long-standing tension between us, but instead he stands, hands me the remote, and heads for the door. “Try to get some sleep, Cleo.”

I watch him go before flopping back on the couch with a dejected sigh. I turn my eyes back to the screen, nearly jumping out of my skin at the sight of a large, hairy spider scuttling across a branch. I shudder and turn the TV off. I rub my eyes tiredly.

“Well now I’m never sleeping again.”

[robbyrobinson]

Two Roommates At the Edge of the Universe (Potential Book of Bill Spoilers)

Belos: Of all the heathenistic, pagan gods to be saddled with for eternity, it has to be... you.

Bill Cipher: (quadruples) Well, well, well, well... aren't you a sight for sore "eye." My old business partner, Philip Wittebane... or is it Belos? It's been ages... how has your whole "witch hunting" gone?

Belos: I have nothing to say to you, demon.

Bill Cipher: Oh, well look at you. You look like some slop that escaped from the pigpen! Looks like that kid you made a deal with did a number on you. Serves you right for calling off our deal.

Belos: Our plans did not align. After all, I would never help you raze the Earth. You are the Devil himself.

Bill Cipher: (chuckles) Thanks, but I can't accept that compliment since I was actually kicked out of H - E double hockey sticks. Do not tell me that you are still playing that "evil for a good cause" bullshit.

Belos: I should not conform to the temptations of sin by talking to you, Cipher. My quest was nothing but righteous. Witches defile everything they come across. But my plan failed. All I could remember before my consciousness faded was seeing a huge, celestial frilled lizard... something more ancient than the Boiling Isles... and it told me I could live once more.

Bill Cipher: Blah, blah, blah. The difference between you and me is that I can admit that everything I had done throughout the trillion years of my life were nothing more than for funsies. I wiped out planets; I ate gods for breakfast. I drove millions to madness and watched their brains melt and seep through their ears and staining the ground. I have done more than you can ever hope to! I've slaughtered hundreds because my credit card was declined. I am the god of madness and chaos. All of this I have done before you crawled out of your mommy's hoo-ha! I have lived one-billion lifetimes more than you can attest to you one lifespan, 3 dimensional, Sloppy Joe meat puppet!

Belos: Oh? Well, to be fair, I never destroyed my home.

Bill Cipher: (stops ranting) I don't know what you're talking about.

Belos: You wanted to impress your race but they were wiped out in one tragic event wasn't it?

Bill Cipher: (grasps the side of his head) No, no. I remember that day well. A monster destroyed my world! I am a victim... how dare you bring up my past?

Belos: So now you're mad. No wonder you are still here. You can't take responsibility for anything.

Bill Cipher: (he turns red and gets increasingly angry, but he calms down) Well, tell me... how is that brother of yours? I seem to recall his name...

Belos: Don't you dare...

Bill Cipher: Caleb? Oh, yes, I remember it now. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Your brother met a nice little witch lady, but you entered the Demon Realm thinking that he was bewitched... but you saw that he not only married her, but she was pregnant.

Belos: (grapples with his temples) Silence... no more.

Bill Cipher: (conjures up a knife) Oh, does my eye deceive me? Here's the knife that you killed your brother with.

Belos: Shut up!

Bill Cipher: HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You should have seen the look on his face! He was so devastated that his own brother stabbed him when he was protecting his wife!

Belos: She - He! I was trying to save his soul! He chose his own fate. He stabbed me in the back. After all those years being witch hunters, he allowed himself to be tempted by the wiles of that harlot!

Bill Cipher: (cheeky) Ah, does widdle Belos miss his brutha? Does he want some milky? Or someone to tell him bed stowies? HA HAHAHA HA HA HA!! Face it, old man, you are just like me. All you ever cared about was being the hero who would save mankind from the forces of evil.

Belos: Grrr.... I am not evil.

Bill Cipher: Well... The Axolotl sent you here to be "rehabilitated." If you're lucky, you can reincarnate into some worm that eats shit for a living.

[team7-headquarter]

Thinking again about how Sakura and Tsunade are depicted as violent women for comedy relief purposes and how much it links to their value as people in the war setting of Naruto.

Let's start with the obvious: In Naruto, the more capable of violence an individual is, the more the shinobi system finds them valuable.

That's because they are always at war or waiting to be at war. They need to be a threat in order to be respected and in consequences, defenseless people can't speak without someone with great power or influence willing to back them up.

The Land of the Waves is the perfect example.

Now, it's very important to say that comedy relief moments in Naruto aren't meant to be taken all seriously. They tell us about the characters and their dynamics, but "women beats men" is a trope that most of the time is meant to be taken as a sort of compliment for the female characters of Naruto. It means they are strong and won't take any bullshit, that they are assertive, have a strong personality and generally they are great fighters.

I'm not defending the trope. I don't like the trope myself, but it is what it is.

This sort of "masculinization" of the women of a story is common for older media. "She's not like the other girls!", "she was raised with 5 brothers, so she's very tough!", "she does (insert activity that is associated with the male stereotype) so she worries no man will ever find her feminine enough to date her", blah blah blah.

It is followed by the author stating that they are still very much women, capable of being wanted and being feminine— you know the rest.

Those characters are always overcompensating for some vulnerability of their past. They were or felt like helpless little girls at some point, so they decided to grow strong to prevent anyone from hurting them or their loved ones again.

It doesn't matter if their natural positions should have given them some advantage. They were kids and more than that, they were women. It's a given that they were going to be discredited.

In Tsunade's case, she was the granddaughter of the two Hokages, a student of the third one, she was a Senju, a promising medic nin. Yet, it took Dan to speak for her for other shinobis to take seriously her proposal of assigning a medic nin to each team, at least until the war was over.

Tsunade innovated the way wars were fought. It is a fact. What needs to be said about medic nins in times of war is that their services will always work in favor of violence. They save soldiers so they can keep fighting, right? To have the best medic nins on your side makes your tropes terrifying to other countries, 'cause yours would not stay down for long. They would die less, get less sick, it'd be harder to take them down.

Tsunade's first vulnerable moment was when her little brother (Nawaki) died. That's her first time really feeling like a helpless little child. Orochimaru was a strong punch to the gut too, but nothing as bad as losing Dan. She convinced herself that she had put a curse on them by accident and isolated herself.

You remember what she's famous for?

Her beauty, her temperament and her skills.

She's pretty, but don't play with her because she will punch your guts to a new galaxy if you dare.

And that's the joke. Haha, this woman won't let you fool around or disrespect her. She doesn't like feeling like she's being dismissed. In many of the comedy relief situations, Tsunade is punching someone (Jiraiya, Naruto) for being inappropriate when talking to women or existing around women

So it's interesting to think how those scenes were supposed to show the audience that Tsunade was strong and capable and worthy of respect. Look, she is dangerous so it's better not to interrupt her while she's speaking or do not underestimate her for being a women

It was explicitly stated in her fight with Madara, where he called her a weak woman. No comedy there.

Now, those funny-violence gags are not reserved for women. We saw Naruto punch people too because he thought they were being unserious.

I think the real problem comes with the fact that such comedy was maximized with Sakura Haruno

Sakura is the original helpless little girl. Before any other female character, we were presented with a too smart for her own good brat with anger issues who based all her worth on how well she could compete on the social scenario of teenage girls.

In order to understand Sakura, we need to place her side by side with Naruto. They are the hero and the heroine of the manga. They were the first male and female characters we saw being bullied. They were both loud and annoying. None of them thought before speaking or considering how their actions could hurt others. They blindly thought they knew what they wanted, who they liked and who they hated. They had their rivals/best friends and that feeling of not belonging, of always being invisible, of being ignored. Naruto accumulated rage appeared in the form of Kurama, but Sakura had that inner version of herself.

All I'm saying is that Sakura is full of issues and insecurities. Her normal life didn't save her from it, despite what other characters could think.

What was Sakura's arc through Naruto Classic? Do you remember? It was her learning that being shinobis was not a game and that she needed to become dangerous if she wanted to be and do anything in that world of hers. It was not enough to memorize concepts, because applying that knowledge in the safety of a classroom was very different from actually fighting for her life.

Sakura spoke mostly through Naruto back in their genin days. We know she impressed Ibiki Morino with her intelligence and Kakashi gave her some high praise during the Chunning Exams. Those comedy relief was meant to show us that she had the potential, but she needed to learn first.

Turning her into a new version of Tsunade was Kishimoto's way of complimenting her. He gave her the beauty, the strength and the skills. Most importantly, Kishimoto gave Sakura the means to make people shut up and listen to her. There is a reason to consider her within the narrative that doesn't extend to her value to other characters (aka how much team 7 cared about her).

What another example? Think of Temari or Chiyo or Kushina. They are all accomplished kunoichis with attitude and a mean punch.

The contrary is the stereotype of quiet girls who are either made fun of for being weird or get discredited for not being the "violent" type.