#and i promise this isn't even because i. don't even think the comics hair looks good.

[voraciouspangolin]

That is an absurd amount of admin+zepheniah dust to be following her around- I think she kneeled in the dust, catatonic, eyes unblinking, staring at what she thought her life would have been

I like that engie had a glass of water ready for her. I also like that he knows the administrator is gone, her entire scheme is over- I mean, it makes sense. He was there when the admin cracked that last vial of australium and took it all.

I think the whole death of the admin, I think this implies that the admin spent almost an hour straight in that cave of hers, talking to zepheniah. Going over her past, over his past, the way she inserted herself into his future.

I'm mildly upset that he doesn't have his gunslinger- but that's compliant to the way he was drawn in the comics previously, I suppose

Engie sitting down across from her and talking. He doesn't even ask what happened- he knows his employer is dust on the floor. Instead, he openly talks about his perspective of it. This gives me the vibe that pauling and engie are pretty close as work acquaintances, if not friends. Engie seems disapproving of the admin's endeavours, but not in the sense that he saw her as evil. Sure, he probably has his reservations with the admin's choices, but his moral grayness and choice to look past the evilness of it all, it really solidifies that he's a mercenary. He's even casually entertaining that pauling could fill the role of the admin, or create a new role to fulfill what pauling thought she would devote her life to, saying she could become whatever she wants, with the tone of voice of coworkers talking shop.

I like how dejected miss pauling looks. Hunched over, hair messy, outfit full of dust. Glass of water half drunk. She looks shell shocked, almost. I also like how engie is acting as a rock in this situation- he's grounding her, tying her down to reality. Talking her through whatever she's stuck on in her brain. Whether that's because he's intuitive enough to know to do this, and polite enough to want to do it to help her, or because he wants her to lucidly understand that he is washing his hands of involvement, I don't know.

The intensity of engie's suggestion says a lot, imo. "Make sure you get it all." His disdain that he's come to feel for australium is palpable here. Even after working with it for so many years, even after being privileged enough to fabricate things and tinker with australium to refine the admin's hand doohikey- it's like he's come to some conclusion that australium is a sentence imposed on whomever uses it, regardless of good intentions, that will always lead to bad things happening.

And there's that nickname again. Other names that start with Flo.... Flower? Florina? Flossy? Florris? Who knows. I'm inclined to believe that Flo isn't her full name, much like how she refers to the engineer as Engie, it would make sense for him to refer to her with a shortened version of her name.

I love how the glow of the australium shines in her eyes. Like a promise.

"You won't never be free of it." He's seen firsthand what this shit does to someone

Augh.... Her hair is so messy now. That second pannel, that's an expression we've never seen on her face before. She's utterly lost. But engie is there. He looks genuinely relieved that pauling took his advice to heart.

He's so jolly. I love him

Soldier did nobody ever teach you not to smear your grubby fingerprints all over pictures. Convenient as hell to block that figure in the picture that was never revealed... The only thing we can gather from this, though, is that the figure is perhaps extremely short.

Is it bad of me to say that this looks like Kim

he's SO done with this. I really like how the tattoos he got in prison are completely removed from his skin. I don't know if that's intentional or not, but it's an interesting concept if it's intentional

I don't know if being merasmus' familiar is what's causing this but I love that soldier can canonically see ghosts. That's awesome

lol his expression looks like his soul left his body

I love that we got so much more of soldier in this comic... He's so silly

Aw. For all his complaining, merasmus can't bear to look at his friend getting tortured so he looks away. Or maybe he understandibly just doesnt want to see someone getting tortured.

Awh hell yeah, creature.... perhaps of the Pilosa order... This swap to a different plot kinda confused me with its placement and the context it provided.... but ah well, I'll take it

Awww, when did bidwell learn to backtalk

love the delivery with this one. This typa humour is so good

Average australian attitude towards drinking. I wonder if she has an australian accent now... Idk. But I like her design

Wait I think that that's Uluru,,,, or Ayer's Rock, as Saxton calls it. There's no question now, Uluru is significant to Saxton's life... otherwise why would its frame be hung next to the other Hale? I'd have to look back through the other comic where scout and heavy go to the rock to investigate it to make any more inferences

dawwww

PAHAHA ... BEAR POLISH??? Reddy, you dog

Alright back to business. Big fan of Heavy's beard... could use more shaping though. I like that he uses Sasha has a bludgeon though. That's awesome

he just does not Stop YAPPING !!! Good for him tbh... The fact that only soldier can see merasmus... He looks insane to everyone else around him that's crazy

lol, I like how merasmus' ghost form also comes with a ghost version of the chair and binds he died with. There's actually only two chairs instead of three

ugh, girl, tidy that thing uppp

wjatever.... Big fan of people still calling merasmus an old woman. So true

this is the first time soldier's smile has faltered, and its right after heavy says he doesnt care that merasmus got tortured to death...

he's so wordly.... he knows currency rates off the top of his bald dome

girl that body of yours is absurd

Thread of my second read through The Days Have Worn Away

his stupid smile . I want to put him through a food processor

ok one of them came out wearing an eyepatch i think soldier got cheated on and zhanna had a kid with demo

he proposed with a grenade. and. and he pulled the pin and put the ring on zhanna's finger. and threw the grendade

tbh I fear for the person who becomes the centre of her devotion next

she is willing and ready to use her powers for evil

new sniper lore dropped too. He can fly bush planes

hes so real for this

i think these are the team classic characters... There's a plaque missing on the stone statue at the bottom, I wonder what was on it.

I like how everyone at… Administrator HQ is wearing purple

So earlier we got miss pauling's first name initial, f. Pauling.... so this is a confirmation that her name starts with F, and she's on first name basis with engie. Flo- like, Florence? Florida?

This might be a stretch but I think that these paintings on the wall, I think they're like, the BEST of the best mercernaries of their respective class. Pyro is looking at a hard to make out person surrounded by flames, and demo is looking at a high tech looking demoman

look at all these stupid idiots. i love them

she's SO done dude. SO DONE

also this whole thing. Love the detail that spy is checking his watch pompously . and how everyone else is lined up waiting for them to continue walkign

And this one... god, that smile she gives scout. The way scout beams

The art in this comic has improved so so much, its absolutely gorgeous. The way its layed out, the emotion it conveys without needing dialogue.... magnificent. I like how Miss P's undone hair shows itself as more messy. She's at her wits end- she's past the point of anxiety, past the point of tightening and adjusting her hair so that no strand sticks out.

I think this is the most creature like I've seen pyro and I'm so here for it. E's got eyebrows over the mask lol. Also medic's stupid ass tippy toeing to see over heavy

I love the placement of this context we're getting for how Helen became involved with the Manns. It immediately makes you think to the place where The Naked and The Dead ended, with Helen fully perked up on the final bits of australium she had. Yet its a look into the past

big fan of this painting. Three rifles... and these book titles. So silly i love it

New competitor for Most eyebrows, Zepheniah has two eyebrow spikes, beating medics mere one spike

A whole graveyard of Manns.... I like the one thats just a giant M. Really hammering in the notion that the Mann last name is an identity of immense value, that takes over your whole life. oh, and that panel before the final one, its so full of tension... so good

And here's the actual moment we get to see her in all her insanity. What a woman. I like that the screens all face him, constantly displaying the products of redmond's and blutarch's failure to follow the family line of succession. His eyelids constantly forcefully open, unable to speak, yet his brain still processes the information his body is percieving. He's like if Mr House (fonv) had a dominatrix

me too, scout. me too

big fan of how heavy's eyes are the only ones that are dots

her and miss pauling both, they share the Devotion, the ability to pour their entire beings and lives into one single thing

I bet that thing felt like jerky. who said that

Absolute cinema. Amazing. Magnificent. Wonderful. No notes

[aces-to-apples]

Look I'm sorry for everybody obsessed with the Beautiful Curls(TM) but I read Eight Little Talons and I cannot see that man allowing his hair to be so goddamn unruly, like 1) obscures vision (he's Antiva's Most Paranoid, absolutely not), 2) looks sloppy (man rode for hours in an uncomfortable carriage just to look the part of a Talon), 3) grabby-hands hazard in battle (again, Antiva's Most Paranoid, but also that's just generally hazardous)??, 4) Teia would absolutely call him an adorable puppy the second the curls started appearing and he'd immediately cut them out of spite (desperate to be taken seriously, puppy-dog curls do not say "ruthless assassin"). Other reasons of course I'm sure but genuinely I think the game made the right call there, this dude is so buttoned up and paranoid and prim and pretensious, I cannot even imagine him with the comics hair, RIP

[katkat030]

YOU HAVE A FANFIC????

GIMME GIMME GIMME

(a man after midnight--)

You are in for the ramble of all rambles >:D

Okay I am smiling from ear to ear right now prepare for me to talk (type?) your ears off

it’s. yeah it's Ethubs. (ding ding! you got it *finger guns*)

I'm writing a fic based on the DBHC au (Detroit Become Hermitcraft au) story/comics by Shepscapades here on Tumblr! If you're not familiar with it, I highly recommend you check it out! I have SUCH brainrot and the storyline and art are so compelling.

Here's the masterpost if you wanna check it out once I'm done rambling!

I also want to stress this isn't my au - only the explanation and snippets of my little story is my own work. :) All credit goes to Shepscapades for all that and the brainrot

- DBHC spans Hermitcraft (seasons 8 and onwards) and the Life Series (note that all androids were absent from Third Life due to not being created yet)

- It makes use of the android mechanics from the video game Detroit Become Human <- don't worry about that part just yet though :)

- Most major post-Season 7 events seem to still be canon here, and there's a lot of other things going on in each of the androids' - and hermits' - lives (and trauma. </3. yeah. Etho and so many others are Going Through It), often as a consequence of those events.

Anyone new to the au should probably have a look at this illustrated guide post You don't have to read all of it, but I strongly suggest at least checking out the "Guide to Androids", "Deviancy" and even the "Interfacing" sections for proper context!

rambles under the cut >:) I promise I'm keeping it to a minimum. and then some snippets!!

(edit: the cut isn’t cutting, I think)

BASICALLY At some point around Season 8, Xisuma designs androids (like Mumbo, Etho, Impulse and Doc) to assign to some of the hermits (Grian, Bdubs, Pearl and Ren to name a few) for help with everything from building to terraforming. Everything goes relatively smoothly, up until... the androids begin to deviate. <- hence why I linked this post earlier!

This isn't entirely necessary for anything other than understanding the characters and the overarching narrative a bit more, but if you do want further context + cool art + a small break from my rambles, here (1), here (2) and here (3) are really good comics that sorta explain how DBHC Ethubs' relationship starts, and here (4) is the first part of Etho's first deviancy! uh. So like things happened here. Don’t worry about that being labelled first. Or it not being at all normal for an android to deviate twice. Or what situation caused it. Uh. Yeah. :’)

Otherwise you're welcome to just read on!

I'm writing an incredibly fluffy (and there's angst now too hehe) oneshot on the two of them.

They've been planting saplings for Bdubs’ Season 10 forest (Etho was originally designed to help with terraforming and that, after all) and it's late afternoon, so, Bdubs being Bdubs, he's tired.

And tired people are clingy, they let their guard down a bit, they start giving in slightly to things they don't have enough energy to fight.

Like the urge to reach out and go hey, come back, I actually want you to play with my hair, I want you to lie with me in the sunshine, I want to listen to the sound of your android heart (thirium pump) because it's a reassurance that even though my eyes are closed you're still nearby, I want you here, and I'm going to hang on to you because I don't ever want you to leave again.

I half-wrote that little summary of my fic a little while back as a proof of concept but. Yeah.

This is Bdubs talking, if it isn’t clear:

>:) Not sure if you're familiar with how Bdubs' Last Life ended, and how it could have been avoided. Or how much I'm allowed to say on what happened afterwards until we cross over into spoilers territory. But uh. Yeah. Normal and fine and not at all insane over this. <- that's a blatant lie

Don't worry though!! I said fluff for a reason; I don't think this quite crosses over into "crack treated seriously" territory (only saying that because I'm sorta working on something Ethubs-related that 100% DOES hehe) but the second half is panning out to be incredibly silly. I just think they deserve it after everything they've been through (this post makes me all levels of insane.)

Aaaaaanyway, snippets :D

Something I want to add: he isn’t entirely human. Like as much as he acts and feels and functions like one… yeah.

Tired 👏people👏give👏into👏things👏they👏don’t👏have👏the👏energy👏to👏fight

Bonus: a friend tried grabbing my phone from my hand while typing a little while ago and… this happened

OH I nearly forgot! It has a title :)

“home, home again (i like to be here when i can)”

song lyrics from Time by Pink Floyd (beware loud bells until about 40 seconds in)

I’ll publish it on ao3 under katkit03 when it’s done! May cross post it to tumblr for convenience :)

please lmk what you think, this is my first time writing a fanfic!!!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Claustrophobia, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Four: Peace Lily

"This one, Gēgē," Damian whispered as he took a book off the shelf. Jason lay back and let Damian sit on his lap as he read the title.

"Can you turn the page for me, Damian?" Jason requested gently. Damian made a soft noise and obeyed. Jason couldn't use his hands when spending time with Damian, but he found ways around it. Damian had a fondness for Jason that not even Talia could explain. They spent most of their days together. The boys sometimes took a nap together in mid-afternoons when Talia was busy.

Halfway through the book, Damian stopped turning the pages at Jason's request. "Damian?" Jason whispered. Damian turned and looked up at him.

"Sleepy?" Damian asked. Jason nodded. "I can tell." Jason chuckled as Damian stood up and helped him to bed. Jason held back his laugh as Damian tucked him in. Talia smiled and crossed her arms as she watched the two boys from the doorway.

"You too, baby bird," Talia whispered. Damian obeyed and lay down in his bed. Talia tucked him in, and he quickly drifted off to sleep. She kissed his forehead and whispered something that neither boy could hear. Jason, however, lay awake, watching her. "Are you too tired to talk for a moment?"

"No, I'm not too tired," Jason whispered. She crouched by his bedside and pushed his bangs out of his face.

"Your bandages are coming off soon... And soon after, your training begins," Talia informed him, "Do you have any idea what that means for you?"

Jason shook his head, and Talia continued to speak. "Jason, I'll oversee your studies. Everything from history to hand-to-hand combat," she explained, "And then my father will take over your training once you're ready to spar with others."

He smiled. "Like homeschool?" Jason asked.

"It would be more intensive than homeschooling, but it would be something like that. I'm telling you now because there might be things that happen during your training that might not make sense... It might even frighten you at times-."

"But you'll be there, won't you?" Jason interrupted as he sat up.

The innocence written all over Jason's face moved her to tears. She had to fulfill her father's wishes. Talia promised to train Jason and examine the extent of his immortality before she'd even met him. She had no idea how sweet and gentle Jason was, nor how few years he'd been alive. Talia nodded as she turned her face away from Jason. "I'll do my best," Jason whispered to get her to smile. "Talia."

She embraced him and smoothed his hair down. "And I will do mine," Talia whispered. She squeezed his shoulder as she let go. "Get some rest." Jason nodded and lay down. She pulled the blankets over him and kissed his temple as she always did with Damian.

She left them alone to meet with Ra's and plead with him for Jason's soul. It was a fight she didn't see herself winning, but she had to try. "Baba, about Jason... I don't think he's suited-."

"I'm in no mood to hear your reservations on this matter... I allowed you to doctor him in a traditional sense as you asked, but I will not permit you to waste any more of my time. He will start training as soon as his hands have healed," Ra's snapped. Talia took a deep breath.

"You've already killed him once. Isn't his blood enough? Could we compare-."

"Should I exsanguinate the boy and bathe in his blood? Or should you have me drink his blood like some crazed beast?" Ra's asked sarcastically. Talia hung her head and looked out the window. "What changed?"

"He's only a child. A fragile child. Jason could be easily broken under the pressure of what you require," Talia whispered, "I don't think he understands his own gift."

"He will understand soon enough," Ra's replied, "But I'll take his state of mind into consideration..." Talia nodded and excused herself.

"I heard your footsteps, little one," Talia whispered. Jason came out from the shadows. She turned to face him, and he walked toward her with his head hung low.

"I didn't mean-. Well, I did mean to snoop... I'm sorry," Jason whispered. Talia opened her arms and embraced him.

"It's alright... Jason did you hear anything that you-. Do you have questions about anything you heard in there?" Talia asked. Jason nodded. "You can ask me."

Jason kicked at the air and mouthed what he had to say breathlessly before speaking aloud. "What did you mean by my gift?" Jason asked. "Do I have powers? Was that what you meant?"

Talia nodded. "Jason, would you like to sit with me in the garden?" she questioned. Jason nodded, and she led him by his arm to a small garden and helped him into his shoes. "Can you explain what happened to you in the past month?"

Jason smiled up at the warm sun. He hadn't been outdoors in weeks. Jason remembered what she asked after coming to his senses. Jason explained that he got sick from the cold twice and that the hospitals made a mistake.

"That's not at all what happened. Jason, you've died twice since December," Talia whispered, "But for one reason or another-."

Jason let out a laugh. "No," he shook his head. "I-. No." He tried to take a breath but couldn't get enough air. "That's not true..."

"Jason, you died-."

"Am I dead now?" Jason questioned. Talia shook her head. "Where am I? Am I being punished?"

"No, you're not dead, and you're not being punished... This island is your new home. It's where you'll grow up. I'll get you a room and playroom if that's what you like. Do boys your age play with toys?" Talia asked as she attempted to calm him down. Jason let out a breath and smiled. The smile was for Talia. Jason liked Talia, trusted her, and Jason wanted her to like him.

"I prefer books," Jason chuckled. Talia nodded and wiped tears from Jason's cheeks.

"A library then, little one," Talia whispered. She wrapped her arms around him, and he closed his eyes. Talia frowned and held onto Jason. All she wanted to do was protect him, but that wasn't in her power. Not anymore. Jason was no longer hers to care for and love. Jason belonged to Ra's now.

[thedawningofthehour]

I had just gone to sleep when a Doth thought decided to pop into my brain, because, sure! why not?

Draxum wins and gets to die peacefully in his bed after believing he has completed his objectives, only to be greeted by the cold stare of his family in the afterlife who do not hesitate to condemn him reproaching him for his actions in life, only to deliver him after into the furious hands of the spirits of the Hamato clan who are more than eager to get their hands on him to punish him, especially Splinter, because obviously he is there and believe me he never forgot what Draxum took from him.

And to top it all off! When his son gets to the afterlife he has to watch him suffer for the revelation of what his 'father' really did to him, because how does brainwashing work on a ghost when the brain stays on earth?

And not to mention Cass, who I imagine was the one who was most aware that the Utopia Draxum promised didn't really come true.

The point is, that it will be a hell for Draxum.

Anyway, do you think Splinter looks like Lou jitsu in the afterlife? I mean, when they were taking out his soul during the final ep his soul looked like Lou jitsu.

It's like the scene at the end of Corpse Bride where the guy who kills Emily drinks the poison and all the dead people are like "hooray he's blue! That means we get to torture him now!"

Oh yeah, whatever afterlife exists in the TMNT universe, brainwashing definitely does not carry over. Donnie would have a lot of Words for Draxy.

Nope, Splints would still be Lou. Not sure if he would be forties hunky Lou Jitsu or what Lou would have looked like as an elder-his mother appears young, but it also looks like his mother was young when she passed.

It really highlights the difference between Rise Splinter and 2012 Splinter. 2012 Splinter still appeared as a rat as a spirit because he had come to view that as his body. His mutation and adoption of the turtles was something of a rebirth for him, and after the initial grieving period was over he fully embraced what he was, was happy with it. Even when Donnie created the retromutagen, his response was basically "I'm good, use it on someone who needs it."

Where Rise Splinter still fully sees himself as The Great Lou Jitsu trapped in a rat body. Which-I mean, fair, 2012 Splinter got to be over six feet tall, built like a ninja, and has fur that doesn't make him look like grandpa has a body hair problem. Rise Splinter physically shrunk and is all bent over-his spine probably hurts him quite a bit, honestly, and he just...does not look good. (I've seen the discourse about how badly caricaturized Rise Splinter's design is and-like, I do give TMNT a pass on Splinter being a rat because 1) originally he was just a rat, he wasn't supposed to be a human turned into one, and 2) the whole premise of TMNT was started as a joke and a parody of other popular superhero comics at the time and was never supposed to become this big thing-but YEAH, I don't know how they got that design through. Especially when this show does such a good job of humanizing Splinter as a character and making him act like an actual first-gen immigrant parent and not reducing him to a cluster of Wise Old Asian stereotypes, but then they draw him like that?) Splinter is shown to have practically dysphoria over his body, because he still thinks and feels very much like the Lou Jitsu of legend, but then he looks down and his body is just wrong.

And yeah, he's happier now than he was as Lou Jitsu, because he has his boys. He'd rather be a rat dad than a single and childless movie star. That doesn't mean he isn't allowed to long for aspects of his previous life. That doesn't mean he has to be happy about absolutely everything. I just feel like that was such a good take. It makes him feel so human.

[howhow326]

Omg guys it's my first oc who has never existed outside of my head before: Hunter Bluecoin

I wonder how he got here?

Oh well, I guess I'll just be on my merry- wait a minute, my 9 year old self is behind me and holding a knife to my spine because I promised to post his backstory into writing!!! Ok then.

IRL BACKSTORY

Me and twin brother used to do RP games for all of the shows we watched togather before we knew what RP was lol. During these very early formative years (when I was like 7) I slowly began forming a character who was an amalgamation of all of the different self inserts I used in the RP. However, I first gave a name (kind of, it was still me) to this character during a Winx Club RP; Bloom was at a ball dancing with her new ice boyfriend/husband (don't ask, also it was me, also I don't even like Bloom it was my brother's suggestion lol) when the Ice-iums suddenly attack. Then when Bloom jumps to the obvious conclusion, I pull the dumb plot twist that Hunter/Howard (he had my name at this point) was from a different magic ice planet: Sticeterraria (Ice - uh - terria, the St is silent. To this day, I still don't know why I imagined the spelling like that). And from that moment forward, the path of me accidentally creating my first oc was set... [oh um, the reason why my oc is an Finn recolor is because I first thought of a visual apperance of him by thinking of finn with black hair and going "yep, that's me!"]

INSANELY AWSOME KOOL OC BACKSTORY!!!

The result of me seriously thinking about what this guys background would look like after using him as a dimension hopping self insert, circa 2013

Howard Hunter is the second in line of the throne of the Royal Bluecoin family of the planet Sticeterraria.

Note: Sticeterraria isn't the real name of the planet he comes from, it's the name that his culture (Sticeterrarians) gave to it. Sticeterraria has other cultures on the planet that have been at either war or peace with the Sticeterrarians.

Also, Sticeterraria is like really cold because it's the fourth planet from it's sun and 90% of it's surface area is water. That last part isn't relevant to the planet being cold but I put that in there just because.

Back to Hunter: he's a master of magic despite being [insert teenage age here]. His abilities include: Ice magic, superhuman physical capabilities natural to Sticeterrarians (peak human stuff) that Hunter enhances using his magic (super strength, durability, etc), flight, intangability (because Big Chill was my favorite Ben 10 alien), and a lot more powers from spells but what's listed are his go to powers. Hunter also has a magic Trident that's a family heirloom that normally goes to the oldest child, but Hunter has it because it choose him/he stole it/he just has it (???)

More on Ice Magic: my original idea was that it's just something that all Sticeterrarians can do but then 15 year old me retconed it to being a power that only 1/3 of Sticeterrarians can do without learning magic first. The reason why Sticeterrarians can do this is because they are blessed by their patron goddess, Ice (i think it's a very creative name actually), to have protection and dominion over the cold environment they live in.

Ice is also the goddess of love because 7 year old me was tired of ice powers always going to bad guys. The justification he gave for this is that "the cold winter forces people to value and treasure their loved ones more". Because of this association, the name of Sticeterraria's capital city is Amour.

Ice is also the goddess of the Moon because I used Hunter in DC comics RP and thought it would be good contrast to Kryptonians getting charged by the Sun. Hunter get's charged by the Moon!

Ice fell in love with the sun god, Fire, but their love is forbidden and the wind god, Air, keeps them apart from not only each other but also from their only child, the sea god Water. Yes.

Ok, back to Hunter. He's kind of quirked up and goated in the sauce because he's autistic not like the other boys. He despises the warrior culture he comes from (oh yeah, Sticeterrarians are basically Vikings but with 60% less pillaging) and studies the more female aligned art of magic (Norse rules of magic being feminine. Also, Sticeterrarians are lowkey sexist but like 80% less outright hostile to women compared to Americans) despite his dad telling him no. Hunter's what you might call a rebel even!

Also, Hunter is like a straight up dark wizard that has no qualms with performing dark riturals as long as he can control their power. And he may or may not be a a fugitive for stealing his family's royal jewel that transforms into his trident depending on canon this week.

Hunter's mom is ok with it (the learning magic part, not the dark magic stuff).

Hunter's older sister (who is my other Winx Club oc) Icealina get used to it, is kind of pissed at her younger brother for causing so much trouble and not taking royalty seriously.

Also, Icealina wants to abolish the royal family and start a democracy when she comes of age because she too is quirked up and woke actually everyone should be like her and king charles needs to be stopped.

Sticeterraria have female warriors that look just like Chesire's design from Teen Titans because...

Hunter also has a magic talking Huskey that follows him on his fandom hopping adventures. Ironically, not inspired by Jake.

Hunter is cursed to melt into a puddle of water when he is near fire. There's really no reason for it and im just mentioning it here because I like this weakness better that that one time I went "Hunter is a gary stu, better nerf his magic into the ground and make him incapable of fighting despite being a trained warrior!".

Hunter is not White its more likely than you think

And that's all(ish)! Oh look, 9 year old me has vanished to his final rest within the confines of my mind. Good, now I can go d literally anything else.

[sharpzulfiqar]

You Never Wanted Me

Here is a one-shot inspired by a prompt created by @me-writes-prompts. The prompt is the following; “I’ve forgotten how to love you because I don’t even know you anymore.” Please credit me if you wish to repost this. If there's any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore.

I know that people are capable of change, but your love convinced me that you wouldn't change. The passion behind your promises made me believe they could never be broken. I held tight to every word, and every fiber of my being was dedicated to bringing your promises to life. I looked every day for an apartment that could perfectly fit the both of us. A place that was close to the subway, so that you could get to work, and I could explore the city. I went to the jewelry store once, so that I could find out what the size of my ring finger was. It was eight, which almost matched the amount of years we'd been together. We'd reached the stage where a marriage proposal was almost inevitable, and I had hoped that at some point, you'd give in to your mother's incessant nagging and propose to me. I was right there. After all, according to you, we had 'everything'. We had a future.

In hindsight, it is comical that a text message was all it took to bring us down. I still remember shock entering my system when a picture of you kissing some other guy was sent to me anonymously. My hand grew weak, and gravity did its job. I wanted to destroy my phone, and ignore the revelation. "That's not him", I thought to myself. "That couldn't be him." My mind rationalized it as a product of Photoshop coming from a sick prank. I repeated this rationalization to my mind, but I couldn't forget how real the photo looked. The brown hair and eyes I loved were being loved by someone else. Your face showed no signs of reluctance. You wanted this. You didn't want me. This could be a case of Photoshop, but you always believed that social media was the "biggest problem of our generation". Last time I checked, you still used a Blackberry. Within seconds, my rationalization fell apart, and I found the strength to pick up my phone from the floor. I looked closely at your face. The way your hands grasped their neck. You wanted this. You didn't want me.

Before pulling the trigger on our relationship, I tried to find out who sent the photo. According to an officer friend of mine, the message came from a burner phone. To this day, I don't know who sent the message. He will always remain a blurry photo that experienced the touch of your lips. I suppose a picture truly does speak a thousand words.

Echoes of our last conversation still reverberates in my mind from time to time. When I showed you the photo, I could still feel anguish rise to your lips. "This isn't real". "You know this isn't me". "I love you". I was numb to your pleas because the more you spoke, the more you revealed yourself to me. You were not the angel that swept me off my feet. You were just another man capable of being loyal and cheating in the same breath.

Despite your gaslighting, I still persisted. I navigated through the further pain you caused. It would've been so easy for you to admit your mistake. We probably still would've had a future if you just gave in. Yet, your heart was hidden by your ego, and my size eight finger no longer wanted your ring.

After what felt like hours of bickering, I finally gave in and admitted my truth.

"I think we should break up. I won't be able to move past this", I began.

"What? You can't do that. You can't throw away eight years." he replied.

"Were you thinking of our eight years when you kissed him?" I questioned.

He couldn't say anything.

"If our eight years meant something, than you wouldn't even thought of kissing him. We would've never had this conversation. I still would've been madly in love with you. But now, I’ve forgotten how to love you because I don’t even know you anymore. I don't who you are. I thought I did, but you've clearly shown me than the man I loved for eight years was lie. I was in love a lie. And, I would've wanted to marry that lie if you never kissed him. " I finished.

He couldn't say anything. He didn't stop me as I packed my bags and left his apartment.

It's been two years since our last conversation, and I don't know where you are. I don't know where you've been, and I've gotten to the point where I'm starting to stop caring about you. Things like our conversation still echo in my mind, but I haven't been bothered enough to look at our old photos. I haven't been pained enough to bring back the version of me that believed that your promises were indestructible.

I'm starting to move on and move forward. I am hopeful that one day, I will find somebody that will never make me question who they are. I won't have to forget how to love somebody. At the end of the day, there is a guy out there that is going to be the person you were supposed to be. And that guy will show me the hard truth of our relationship--you never wanted me.

[indouloureux]

First, thank you for writing Joseph fics being that there aren't many related to him other than just about Eddie, second, could you write a Joseph one where he and you are taking care of your 4 year old niece while your sister is out of town with her husband and she practically doesn't let go of him during that time to the point where you develop a baby fever from seeing them being cute together, and a while after that, he brings up the conversation of starting a family together

joseph with kids AT COMIC CON 🥹

you can't believe he agreed to do this.

sitting in front of your niece with glitter all over his face, smudged purple eyeshadow over his eyes, a cute little tiara standing on his curls and holding a little fairy wand she gave him. joseph looks like he's in 'catherine the great' again.

she's "pouring" him a cup of tea, your boyfriend handing him the plastic cup. the last straw was the pinky he rose as a sign of formality. you take your phone and take a picture of them.

joseph whips his head around you, and it's just then you noticed his lips are too pink. "well why are you just standing there? have a cuppa!"

he raises his plastic pink cup before taking a sip of his non-existent tea. you shake your phone. "we gotta go, babe. my sibling's coming home."

like a disappointed child on a playdate, they both whine. joseph drops the wand, places the cup back in it's plastic saucer and wipes only the lipstick off his face. "can't we just stay for a bit longer?"

"yeah," your niece, small, can barely reach the sink, walks over beside joseph with a small pout on his face. "we're not done with our tea party."

"she promised she'd make me taste the brownies."

"i think you'll want to eat it next week,"

probably because she made them right after digging his hands in the dirt and didn't even wash her hands. also you're sure you saw a worm moving inside.

your niece is as stubborn as you, wrapping her arms around joseph's legs, resting her head on his thigh. and he's developed a soft spot for him because he silently coos and rubs her head, both giving you eyes so big and begging you feel like you're ruining a party.

"i'm sorry," you bend to kiss her forehead. "we can come back next week, though."

despite that, she lets out a small cheer. joseph smiles at you as if you'd told him the offer, rubbing your niece's hair. "alright, little one," he wraps his arms around her legs and helplessly carries her as if she weighs nothing. "let's brush our teeth."

your heart melts at the sight of him sitting her down on the counter and picking her toothbrush up for her, watching your niece silently brush her teeth while kicking her feet, joseph instructing her to brush every part so she wouldn't have any cavities.

when she runs back to the living room, joseph stops you by wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace, your hands placing on his forearms as he kisses your forehead.

"she's a bit hyper, isn't she?" he whispers, looking at your niece. "she said she thought i was iron man. i'm flattered, really."

"yeah, well, don't let it get into your head," you place your palms flat on his chest. "she definitely loves you. god, i remember when i was her favorite."

he laughs and shakes his head, eyes softening at the sight of you looking up at him all pretty and tired. "hey, what do you say we have one of our own?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "right now?"

"well not right now," he rubs your back. "soon."

with a quick glance to your niece who's doing a good job of cleaning her toys, you look back to joseph, and realize he's still got that make up on. you tug on your sleeve and wipe on his eyelids. "well, i'm not opposed to it but i'm not ready, either."

his face wrinkles, hands soft on your back as you rub the make off his face when he smiles. "it's okay. we don't have to do it now."

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[bayzadas]

So I met this person who said "if only his (Tony's) dad was ever actually developed to be actually abusive" and that's bullshit. Howard clearly abused Tony in a lot of ways- emotionally, mentally, physically.

He made Tony drink alcohol when Tony was a literal child, told him he had to be a man. That's how Tony's drinking problem started. Howard forcing a child, his own child, to drink. He told him that drinking will put hair on his chest, and that he had to stop being a sissy. He hit Tony when he saw him playing with toys. He physically abused him for acting his age. Because of Howard, Tony stopped playing with toys. There were only weapons. Tony literally promised him "No toys, just weapons."

In the comics, Howard literally tried to sell Tony to Dracula in exchange of immortality. He died, became a demon and tried to kill his own son in hell. And people are still saying that he tried his best to be a dad and that he failed? My friend, he didn't even try a little. Imagine being that ignorant.

And no, MCU Howard isn't better. Howard literally scarred Tony for his whole life. He didn't let him be a child. He wanted him to be another version of himself. Iron Man 2 tried to show Howard as a good man by making him say "You were my greatest creation" and that was full of shit. First of all, he didn't even try to show Tony that he appreciated him even just a little bit. That man didn't even bothered to tell Tony he loved him even once. And then he recorded himself saying that? You gotta try a little harder if you want your son to think better of you, Howard. Also, saying that your own son is your greatest creation is weird. Tony is his own person. He isn't a machine that Howard made, that man doesn't own him.

Avengers Endgame also tried to make Howard look better and that made me sick. That was awful. Endgame was so bad for that. Tony hugged his abuser, forgave him, and literally thanked him for everything.

Russo brothers, what the hell? What did Tony thank Howard for, exactly? Ignoring him? Starting his drinking problem? Hitting him? Abusing him verbally? Physically? Not letting him be a child for once? Are those the things Tony thanked Howard for?

And don't even get me started on "The kid's not even here yet, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Everything about this sentence is awful. Horrible. Disgusting. Makes me sick. You know why? Because that is a way of saying Tony is the one to blame.

Knowing how Howard treated Tony, this literally means Tony is the one who failed to meet Howard's expectations. Tony's the one who's at fault for the way how Howard abused him. Because he wasn't good enough. Because he wasn't what Howard wanted him to be. If Tony was what Howard expected, Howard wouldn't be so bad with him. But Tony disappointed him, so Howard gave up on him. That's literally what that sentence means. Tony's playing the victim. He's being ungrateful to his dad. Howard's not wrong for the way how he raised Tony, Tony should've known better.

Did you know that Tony, as a fourteen years old child, was so traumatized to the point he built something he called "Stark City"? He built that as an apology to his father. And you know what he was trying to apologize for? Living. He tried to apologize Howard for living and Howard didn't even see it.

Imagine the feeling. Imagine the way how he felt his whole childhood. Abused. Ignored. Depressed. Maybe even suicidal, since he literally regretted being born as a fourteen years old. But yeah, only if Howard was actually developed to be an abusive father.

Fuck you, Russo brothers. Fuck you, Howard apologists.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

peasants {e.m}

Plot: You're the only one who gets to sit on Eddie's throne.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader

part of my eddie 'pretty eyes' series

You shift on the plastic chair uncomfortably, the heat from your bare thighs on the plastic creating a hot, sticky friction that was unpleasant and itchy. You were sitting at the Hellfire Club's table as Eddie concentrated on setting up the table for the campaign which would begin later that afternoon. You had come to keep him company but your lack of comfortableness was putting him off his set up.

"What are you doing?" He asked you after a few minutes of you shuffling and shifting.

"Stupid chair isn't comfy. Just hot and itchy."

"Sit on my throne."

He said it like it was obvious, as though you knew that it was there for your comfort the whole time. For the record, Eddie had never let anyone else ever sit on his throne, not even for a second. Dustin and the kids had begged and pleaded, even going so far as to trying to bribe Eddie, but even when Gareth had to cover for Eddie one day when Eddie was sick, he wasn't allowed to sit in it. You just assumed you had to follow the same rules that Eddie had set for the rest of the Hellfire Club.

"Your throne?" You repeat unable to hide your surprise. Your eyes are wider and your eyebrows are so far up your forehead it's almost comical.

Eddie stops to look at you, "Yeah?"

"You don't let anyone sit on your throne."

Eddie shook his head, "You're not just anyone, Princess," he chides with a smile, "I'm the King, you're obviously the Queen even though I call your Princess. You can sit on it." It almost feels like a test, like he's baiting you, but he tells you again that you're free to sit on the throne so you get up and walk round the table. He watches you with curious eyes before you settle down onto it, "Better?"

"I almost feel like someone's gonna come in and I'll get in trouble," you laugh, "But yeah, much better. Thanks Eds."

"I can't believe you thought you weren't allowed to sit on it." He tutted, laughing slightly, "you know, you look pretty damn good on my throne."

"Our throne," you correct with a teasing smile.

He rolls his eyes, abandoning his set up to come over to you, "Our throne. Let me sit down and you sit on my knee."

You groan, "I'll squash you, I'm too heavy." You hated sitting on Eddie's knee not because you didn't like being close to him but because you were always so damn paranoid that he'd comment on your weight or you'd be too heavy. You were plus size, curvy, fat, heavy, however you wanted to describe it, that was you. You weren't little and skinny, you weighed a hell of a lot and you although you had grown to accept yourself and your body, you couldn't help but still feel a little embarrassed in situations like this especially with Eddie.

Eddie was a sweetheart though. He never made you feel as though you were heavy or too big or ugly, he made you feel special, important and beautiful. He was patient when it took you and him having sex four times before you felt confident enough to take your t-shirt off, was patient and never pushed you to ride him even though he was desperate for that; he always waited until you were ready to do something and if you weren't then he was okay with that.

Your curly haired boyfriend rolled his eyes, "Princess, you've never squashed me before and fuck, even if you do I'll die happy." He always liked to make you smile a little before he got serious, "You're not too heavy and you're not going to hurt me, I promise."

You nodded before getting up and letting him sit down. He placed his hands on your hips and slowly guided you to sit on his lap. He could tell that you weren't putting your full weight on him, your body was stiff and rigid, "Baby, relax..." he whispered, rubbing your back and lifting your legs to rest over his so that your full weight was on him, "See? I'm not squashed and we're both still fine, okay? Get comfy."

You wriggled on his lap as he tried his hardest to not think about the fact your ass was pressing against his crotch before settled, leaning against him, "I didn't make you horny did I?" You asked as you noticed his closed eyes.

He opened one eye, grinning down at you, "Oh, baby, always. You and those pretty eyes." You couldn't help but giggle at his statement as your cheeks flushed before you cupped his cheek and pulled him to look at you.

"I love when you say I have pretty eyes," you whispered as you went to lean in to kiss him.

"Well you have the prettiest eyes, Princess."

Just as your lips were about the touch the Hellfire Club door swung open to reveal Dustin and Mike. Immediately, the boys started yelling.

"They're making out! Oh god, my eyes! My eyes!"

"My poor innocent eyes!"

You and Eddie burst out laughing at how ridiculous they were being with their hands pressed over their eyes as they stood at the door. Lucas darted towards the door, apparently wanting to get a look at you and Eddie making out, before rolling his eyes and removing his friends' hands from their faces, "They're just sitting there laughing at you idiots."

"But-" Dustin frowned before he realised, "you're in the throne."

Mike's jaw dropped, "How does she get to be in the throne? We've been begging all year!"

"She gets to sit in the throne because she is the Queen of Hellfire. You three are just... peasants."

You stifled a laugh at Dustin's face of absolute betrayal, "Peasants?!" He hissed, "Peasants?!"

Eddie swatted his hand in a 'calm down' motion, "Relax, boys," he said before smirking, "or should I say... relax peasants."

Dustin shook his head before storming away, from down the hall he yelled, "I quit!"

You looked to Eddie as the two of you laughed, "Was that fair?"

"Oh, he'll be back. Now where were we?" He asked as he began to lean in.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Mike groaned before grabbing Lucas's arm and tugging him out the room and closing the door, "We'll come back in ten minutes. Please no making out when we're back!"

"A lot can happen in ten minutes!" Eddie called back.

From outside the now closed door, the two of you could hear the boys pretending to be sick. You looked to Eddie, smiling before leaning in and finally capturing his lips in the kiss you'd been searching for.

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

a/n: please like, reblog and leave a feedback. :) enjoy!

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[lavenoon]

I realize that I'm not quite sure what your timezone is so wishing you a 'good night' might not be accurate... So hello *from* the night instead! Hi, Luce <3 Things are a little rough atm BUT I started thinking about that funky little Other Agent and thought I might share!

Since you called him a potential "Other" agent, I thought his codename could be Jack! The initial idea being, of course, "Jack-of-all-trades" or maybe even "Jackrabbit", but the more I thought of it, there's... a LOT of story tale Jacks, to say the least. It would be funny for him to change the "reason" behind his codename when asked - 'Jack' cuz he's got a broad range of skills! Cuz he's fast! Cuz he's good at taking down enemies much bigger than him - and everybody just ends up wondering if he deadass used his own name knowing nobody would REALLY know (bonus points if he's known for being shit at naming things).

I also thought it would be a funny dichotomy for Robin, the STAR of the agency, to be seen around with just. This Dude. Basic 'Jack'.

I was also thinking that the agent gives me Command Centre vibes! I can see him manning like Real-Time info acquisition and situation analysis. If a situation Arises, he could be the one recruiting the nearest agents into action, giving info about the situation or about up and coming backup! Though I'm not sure if that'd make him more like "staff" than an agent... Alternatively, of course, if there's an Immediate Crisis, Jack could be your best bet at handling it Decent even without much to go off of. The sort of guy that's never Bad to put in a mission, especially if there's a lot Unknown. Maybe he's not as Field-involved like Moon or Robin, but I could also see him acting as like long-distance backup, maybe with a rifle - eyes in the air, so to speak!

Longwinded brain go BRR but I hold up Thoughts if Any of them at all appeal to you! I gotta get back to late night work, but I feel rejuvenated now after blabbing, and hope you're doing well! <3 -🌻 Daye

Gonna be about 9AM when I post this! Had a bit of a rough awakening, but meds are starting to kick so I'm doing a li'l better by now <3 Hope work goes well for you! Hope you get to rest soon, too!

Also taking your thoughts eagerly, here goes my conviction not to do anything with him lmao

I like him as command center guy! Robin doesn't mingle much with other field agents, but it would make sense they at least sometimes talk to the guy providing mission memos and organizing urgent changes and shit Still hard to be articulate the thoughts are foggy but I do love that idea very much, just Robin's one point of more regular contact next to Dusk. Makes that reveal comic even funnier if "Jack" really just assumed like. Dude you really hang with one guy despite me and you don't even know he has a work partner? lmao

Maybe Jack is his second name - people ask him "did you really use your first name as code name??" and he truthfully goes "no (:" and he's just another guy the higher ups sigh about but let it go because he still does his job well, and not being a field agent the code name isn't as important

Still no promises he'll play a big role but I'm keeping him in my pocket as OC now lmao, personal brain blorbo that only exists because he looked polite after I decided to give him some hair fgdhjs

Gonna continue resting and chill and hope brain starts working properly at some point, but yea wishing u a good night! <3

[stinkylittleanon]

Hello fren could you maybe do hcs for the 12' maincast reacting to a friend coming out as genderfluid?

-🐚anon (I'm probably gonna be back lol, ur very big brained)

I THINK YOU MEAN THE TMNT 2012 MAIN CAST, RIGHT?? IF I GET THIS WRONG THEN PLEASE TELL ME! I'll do the turtles! ALSO I'VE NEVER BEEN CALLED BIG BRAINED, IT FEELS ODD SINCE I ALWAYS CALL MYSELF PEA BRAINED LMAO -------- I'm gonna start with Raph, he's the first turtle I decided to try and research </3 I might take 2012 off my list, I didn't realize how much I forgot about it! --------- Raph!! - He'd be confused at first. What did that mean? - You'd have to explain it to him! ... Repeatedly. Again, again, again. He can't just seem to get a hang of it at first! - Raph ends up getting frustrated with himself (and you a bit) because he can't understanding it - Until you explain it in the DUMBEST way possible! - Then he semi understands! - You seem scared, though, so he'd gently place a hand on your shoulder and smile at you. "While I don't ENTIRELY understand... I'm no jerk- kinda. I accept you for who you are. Heh, I mean- Look at me! I'm a turtle! Who am I to judge?" - AND IT'S??? ODDLY COMFORTING?? - He'll get the hang of it eventually! Just tell him what you're feelin' that day or if you prefer anything and he'll do his best! Just remind him if he messes up! - He'll... Kinda understand better after a month or two! Leo!! - He's also confused at first, but he's way more calm about it and understands it faster. - Leo... Compares it to something he's seen in his show- I'd imagine there's some character in there that's doesn't really follow gender! - Yeah it's not the most flattering thing to say, but he's supportive! - "Thank you for trusting me with this... I promise, I'll do my best to remember. I accept you." - He gets stuff after a week or two, he's a fast learner! - Leo isn't afraid to correct others, he definitely helps Raph remember to use your pronouns and stuff! - If you change anything about your appearance? He notices first! "Oh, hey! Your hair!" - The second worst at understanding, Raph's the last Donnie!! - Donnie understands immediately... Immediately after asking a ton of questions. - He knows what being transgender is! He knows the genderfluid label, he just wants to understand how YOU experience it! - After you open up and explain how you experience your gender and stuff, he'd open up and explain how he feels about his... He might be trans! Donnie just needs to learn more! - You can go to him about gender dysphoria if you experience it (not all trans people have dysphoria!), he's always open to help! - "Thank you for trusting me with this, (Y/n)... I'm always here for you, ok?" - If he ever builds you something? He'd paint a lil' pride flag on it for ya (if you're comfortable with that! He'd ask first!) - Donnie would slip up once or twice but he'd get the hang of things quickly! He's also not afraid to correct people, even if it's some villain they're about to fight! - "You're weak, (dead_name)-" "Uh! Actually, it's (Y/n)!" "O-Oh-... *coughcough*... You're weak, (Y/n)..." Mikey!! - You'd have to explain what it is to Mikey at first, but he'd immediately get it! - There's quite a lot of lgbt things in comics, even old ones, so he'd seen the concept before! - He'd simply ask about the stuff you prefer before looking at you like you're the most important person! - "You're so cool! I wanna be like you one day!" - He really looks up to you and he's so happy that you told him! - You're so strong! In so many ways! He knows how humans can be awful, he's experienced it before... So you've gotta be so strong to be so open about your identity! - If you're still closeted socially then don't worry! He's got your back! - Aggressively compliments you when you need it, using certain terms and all that to make you feel more valid! Which you already are! I tried my best to not force anything onto the label! People experience these things differently so I left it more vague so you guys can comfortably read! >:]

[wandawxdow]

A Kidnapped Soulmate Part 9

Unsurprisingly, Little Palace’s garden was just as extravagant as the interior. Perfectly cared for, the landscape was a blend of various shades and hues bound to inspire even the most uninspired. You stuck to the gravelled path that wove around the expanse and wandered, thorough to absorb the sight.

Aleksander had woken and rushed off as breakfast was delivered, leaving you with only a few gentle kisses and soft-spoken words. Alone and with little time to admire the grounds the day before, you chose to venture out.

Nobody had stopped or even glanced at you as you purposely exited the castle. As such, they missed the slight limp you'd developed from the night earlier.

Since arriving at Little Palace days ago, you'd spent your days inside. So, the sunshine upon your face was much needed and missed, warming your body and providing a rosy flush to your cheeks.

You walked throughout the gardens for what seemed like hours, admiring the manicured sight and occasionally stopping to smell a flower. Throughout your stroll, you collected a variety of them, intending to place them on the small table by your bedside. Though the dark palette of the shared bedroom was pleasing, some colour is never unwelcome in a space.

A twinge in your feet led you over to one of the placed marble chairs scattered throughout the garden. Sitting down sent a wave of relief through your body, and you placed the bouquet down at your side for safekeeping.

You stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your hands and basking in the warmth.

It was hard to believe that your life had completely changed within the last few weeks. Until leaving, you'd never realised how isolated and sheltered your life was. But Aleksander and his Grisha had opened your eyes to a new world. One that is free and exhilarating because of the people, experiences and sense of family. Not due to riches and wealth as was valued in your hometown.

Confused, your eyes peak open at the sound of a commotion. With furrowed brows, you looked around your surroundings, finally locating the noise to the main doors to the Palace. From your seat, you craned to listen, vaguely picking up on a conversation.

“Where is-” “I don't care, ” “find her.”

You stood after a few moments, raising yourself on your toes to see over the trimmed hedges. From there, you matched the familiar voice to a face, Aleksander’s one. He stood at the doors, visually upset and angry. His hands were clenched into fists at his side as he stared daggers at the guards stationed in front of him.

You hovered uncertainly, debating whether or not to approach him and the other two men. Was he looking for you? If not, could you help him find whoever he sought? Or even calm him down before he restored to throttling some poor person?

You took a few steps in his direction, moving away from the hedge that obscured you. You struggled not to jump as Aleksander’s head swerved in your direction. How he knew you were there, you didn't know.

An expression of relief coated his face before something stonier took over. Ditching the men he was conversing with, Aleksander stalked over to you. Confused, you noticed his tense shoulders and darting eyes.

Finally reaching you, Aleksander halted and spoke, “Where have you been?”

His voice was deep, a twinge of something dark within it. His chest rose and fell with laboured breathing, and his jaw clenched.

“I've been here, ” you explained, still deeply confused. Had something happened whilst you were away?

“You can't just-”

Alexander cut himself off as his hand ran through his dark locks. The situation clicked in your mind then; He was worried about where you'd gone as you weren't where you left him.

A bubble of annoyance rose to the surface at the revelation. You'd been independent your entire life, and now your soulmate didn't trust that; Didn't trust you to even take a walk. He said that you ‘can’t.’

“What?” you retorted, “Leave the bedroom?”

You'd seen too many women in your village succumb to the life of a housewife, confined to the house and the children they’d too often been forced to have. You'd always vowed to never be a woman who waits at home for her man to return home. And in your eyes, that’s who Aleksander implied he wanted you to be.

Aleksander’s senses seemed to return to him, his shoulders relaxing, and a look of understanding passing across his face. “Darling, no, ” he expressed, hands reaching out to grasp your own.

He looked desperate at that moment, the most upset you'd ever seen him in the few weeks since you'd met. His hands clenched your own tightly though you still felt the dulled shaking of them.

“I just - I didn't know where you went, ” he reasoned.

“After last night, I - I thought maybe you'd just had enough of me - of us.”

His broken tone broke through your hard resolve and dissolved your lingering anger. “It's alright, ” you spoke out, feelings your eyes well with tears. How could he think that you’d ever have ‘enough’ of him?

You pulled him into a hug and felt his warmth wrap around you. “It’s not, ” he mumbled into your hair, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, and he pulled away to compose himself. His eyes closed for a moment before his hand once again reach out to hold your own. You directed a small smile to him and prompted him to follow as the two of you slowly walked back towards to doors.

Standing in front of the large doors, you turned to him once again. “Aleks, I need you to know that I have my own life. I need something to do with my days that isn't just sitting in our room.”

“I know, ” he admitted, “and I’ll be better. I promise.”

He was sincere, that you were sure of. “Thank you, ” you smiled.

He replicated your smile before leaning down to playfully whisper in your ear, “Now, how would you feel about attending a ball tonight?”

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[southfarthing]

are you watching trop? and if so what’re your thoughts 👀

I've watched the first three episodes yeah 😌 like a 6/10 so far?

my general thoughts: there's been some quite strong stances both for and against it, and I understand where everything's coming from. personally, I'm happy to enjoy it from a distance but not get too invested; to satisfy my curiosity but not give it more attention than it needs. I'm not seeing it as a faithful adaptation at all, because there's hardly anything to adapt - expensive fanfic, as it were - and that, I think, is the problem in itself. I'm just not sure it was a smart idea to make a 5-season show where you don't even have the legal rights to fully reference the first age lmao??? it makes for bloated storytelling, which was my issue with the hobbit films.

things I like:

the music

pretty shots

idk man I'm a simple girl I hear a subtle reference to anything tolkien and go !!!!!!!!

the dwarves! there were a few weird shots that made me a little uncomfortable but I liked the general vibe, and durin and disa were lovely + it's nice to get the more sensitive side to the dwarves, whereas lotr kinda brushed over it by making gimli comic relief when he's SOOOOO <3 in the book, and the hobbit had three films to give the dwarves some depth and somehow still didn't manage much

elrond!!! still hate the hair but you can tell the actor is giving it his all

again, weird casting choice and styling for celerimbor, but I like the way he's playing the character

poppy the harfoot is soooo cute <3 generally liked the harfoots, and they have some cute hobbity sayings that they pepper into conversation! but I feel like they could do with a little less sceentime, and I still don't get the overly dirty appearance and leaves in their hair - it's a bit much

southlands backstory is interesting!

numenor looks cool! and isildur is soooooooooo <3 also elendil dfhgdfk and tar-miriel is looking promising!

things I don't like:

........galadriel. I know they needed to give her an arc or whatever but this whole arya stark-esque thing going on just isn't doing it for me

elves in general tbh. not even just the appearance (hair, age, costume) but the way they act too just doesn't feel elvish. there's no difference between elves and men except the pointy ears, and idk I just find that odd. feel like I'm watching the witcher sometimes

oversimplification of the first age (essentially they made it out as if one big group of elves sailed to middle earth together to fight morgoth and that's it) means oversimplification of galadriel's motivations, which again makes her character fall flat

some very unnecessary scenes (or dramatic scenes with not enough build up to get an emotional response) to pad it out and it feels kinda choppy in places

we haven't seen him much yet but i am still nervous about ar-pharazon. the way he's given a massive beard when nobody else has anything more than stubble/very short facial hair makes me 😐 at what's to come

yeah just... don't feel invested in most of the characters. idk if that's just me though

but yeah all in all I'm not 100% convinced I'm in middle earth? there's some moments where I go "oh this reminds me of game of thrones" or "oh that's kinda like the Witcher" and... that is not what I want to be thinking when supposedly returning to middle earth

so all in all, it's ok? not awful but not amazing either. maybe it'll pick up later, idk. I'm hoping elrond grows his hair out by s2 🤧

I just don't want too much overlap between this and lord of the rings, which are two completely different things. i get that it's exciting to get new content, but please tag things correctly guys 😩

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."