#but I did spend a lot of time going around thinking

[mdhwrites]

So, this person has a point but I want to take this as a chance to essentially talk about WHY so much is done in High School. After all, it's not just tv dramas. A looooooooooooot of different mediums default to high school for their storytelling. Why is that?

A: It's a shared experience.

Not everyone has gone to college. Not everyone has even applied to a college. As such, you may lose some people with how things like sororities, fraternities or even just a basic schedule works. If you haven't been to college and some dude talks about how he only has Physics twice a week, someone might wonder why that is because most will assume college works just like high school because all versions of primary school (elementary to high school) work in a similar way where you're there ALL DAY. I mean, even the changing of nations can cause confusion for traditions between high schools and lose parts of the audience that way and make it less approachable.

B: There's downtime in classes.

So I actually went to college for a year and a half and admittedly did not do things like clubs, look into fraternities, etc. like that. Even in High School, I wasn't that social... But when it was just time to do homework, I saw and heard plenty of bullshit around me. I never had a SINGLE lecture that had time for people just to hang out in the middle of class. In an environment where you are all packed together, bored, waiting for the bell to ring and thus something can happen while the density of people is at its absolute maximum.

This similarly goes for Lunch time, which isn't a thing in college. You want a fight to break out, or someone to have a big public break up? You can do it in the Commons but you are guaranteed an excuse for your main character to see it if it's at lunch because they have to be there but they don't necessarily need to do anything.

C: Everyone has downtime.

This one is more flexible as I had more free time in college than one might immediately expect... But I still had less and it was more awkward to get ahold of because I was a part time worker too. My weekends were eight hours in the toy department of Walmart, Friday-Sunday. My days meanwhile were chopped up piece meal between all my classes which would leave me like two hours between each of my lectures but only two hours so I could go eat, maybe strike up a conversation but go hang out with someone? That was a lot more questionable until potentially five in the afternoon, WAY later than High School gets out and your characters are free to get into shenanigans. I mean, chased by feral hogs? I bet there are teenage dumbasses who had that happen too because they fucked around and found out. Being in college doesn't really dictate that, that's more due to:

D: A weird mix of pressure and not.

You're old enough to have a car! But not old enough to get much of a job but you can have a part time job for a little bit of spending money but then you gotta still do homework but at least all that money is yours instead of having to go to rent, food, transportation, etc. But maybe you want to save some of it for college someday and that's why you're working instead. Teenagers are in a very weird place in society. They are considered old enough to be mostly left to their devices so they can get into a lot of trouble but not old enough to be entirely untethered. They are young enough to be taught instead of simply punished but old enough that there are real consequences to when they go too far. They're told at the same time to remember to be kids and enjoy this time before the real world kicks in but also to be thinking about their future and how their actions now may affect their prospects for jobs, colleges, etc. like that. This is all without getting into hormones, dating, etc. like that. It is a natural time of life where society and biology smash together to tell you to DO SOMETHING MOTHERFUCKER!

Not to say that in reality young adults don't deal with a LOT of this stuff anyways but it is not the social norm or what is expected, though that is changing with how severely fucked most young adults are because the world sucks. -_-

Speaking of these weird places where the line blurs... How could you get some of these advantages back? The answer is theoretically simple to point out but I'm not going to call it easy:

The Dorms.

I was not a dorm kid myself and admittedly, I've never used the social spaces in any of the apartments I lived in. However, you do have these cramped spaces that force a LOT of people together, often in situations that are not ideal between roommates and the like and if you want a place to study, you might just have to leave your room in order to find it. This leaves the character in a high density place where, if they took out loans or had enough in scholarships, they don't have to worry as much about transportation, food, rent, etc. During their downtime, there are always people coming and going from the dorms, there's always bubbling trouble within the rooms, etc. like that. It essentially trades the high school advantages for the advantages of sharing an apartment but with WAY MORE PEOPLE, at least to some extent. You trade the rigid structures of High School for a more fluid epicenter for your drama and action. Otherwise, stuff like clubs are just also a part of college so you can keep those too for such things.

It's not a perfect solution but the goal shouldn't be to make it 1:1 to high school because otherwise, why did you bother swapping the setting to a college? I think there is a lot of potential for works genuinely focused on college too so I am in support of what the OP is talking about. I just wanted to share my thoughts on why we don't see that transition really. See you all next tale.

can we have tv dramas set in college please. fucking nothing happens in hs man. now im in college and my friend got chased by feral hogs a week ago in the woods and its like the 5th craziest thing to happen this week

[dantes-jacket]

Genshin Men - Letting go of their hand prank

Genshin men x fem reader

Author notes: my sister and I did the genshin version of this! This has most of the men from the game :)

Albedo

Albedo would be slightly confused but just brush it off as normal human behavior. Klee had originally given you the idea and you decided to test it out one day you and Albedo were on Dragonspine conducting some research. You two were heading back to his lab setup and you let go of his hand and kept walking. He stopped where he was and tilted his head and asked you what was wrong. You explained that it was a prank Klee had told you about and he softly chuckled and continued walking.

“Humans are full of surprises aren’t they? How interesting they are, continue to be my muse won’t you?”

Alhaitham

Alhaitham does not care. It was getting hard to read his book since he can’t turn the page easily. He feels your eyes on him but thinks nothing of it and continues to read. You tell him you’re trying to prank him and he calls it stupid and a waste of time. He sees you get upset and scoot further away from him. He rolls his eyes before throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him.

“Here we can stay close while I read. Just no more dumb pranks.”

Ayato

Ayato feels guilty. He thinks you did it because he is more focused on talking to other important figures at this event than spending time with you. Once your hand slips from his, his heart breaks. He sees you with a sly smile and start giggling. You explain it’s a prank and he won’t let you one up him. The rest of the night he’s not holding your hand but holding you by the waist and keeping you so close.

“Ah since you started this game, I shall finish it.”

Baizhu

Baizhu would think there is something physically wrong with you. You two were standing and enjoying the sunset outside of the treatment room of Bubu Pharmacy. He felt your hand slip from his and his first thought was that you must be exhausted, but when he turns to you and he already sees you smiling up at him he knew that was not the case. He questions why you let you and but still asks if you’re feeling alright and you explain that it was a silly prank. He then brings the back of his hand to your forehead to make sure you’re alright.

“Ah I see, a prank then? Are you sure you’re feeling alright my dear? Let’s get you a cup of tea to make sure”.

Childe

Childe would treat it like a challenge. He was showing you around Morepesok and one minute he felt your hand and the next it was gone. He turns his head around calmly since he still felt your presence by him and once he looked at you his face broke out into a big grin. He just had to one up you now, because clearly you let go for the fun of it right? He stopped walking and ran behind you to hug you from behind and whisper in your ear.

“Oh darling, you think that was funny huh? I can one up you for eternity so let’s not do that again alright?”

Cyno

Cyno doesn’t let you let go for long. He’s eagerly picking you up from work to bring you back home so he can show you his new deck he made. You can see nothing is stopping him so you decide to do the prank now. Your hand is out of his for .0001 seconds before he finds your hand without looking and keeps on walking. He tells you not to let go because this deck is insane and nothing will stop him from showing it to you.

“Now is not the time for letting go of my hand. We have important matters to take care of.”

Diluc

Diluc feels bad then doesn’t. He has a lot to do today and you begged to tag along. So he’s been dragging you all around the city. While you two are walking to Angel’s Share he doesn’t feel your hand anymore. He thinks that the grip got loose while you two were walking around the busy city circle. He gets nervous and looks around and sees you a little bit behind. He makes a beeline for you, once he gets to you he sees you laughing then tell him it’s a prank. He just rolls his eyes and walks away.

“Why am I not surprised? I’ll meet you at Angel’s Share.”

Heizou

Heizou would smirk and just hug you. You two were walking back from the Tenryou Commission headquarters and you thought it would be fun to prank him after work. You gently let go of his hand and he turns to face you. He tilts his head and smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. He softly asks what that was about and you tell him it was a prank.

“Haha, I see a prank was it? You see my darling, I never wish to part from you so I’ll just have to give you a reason to never let go”.

Ifa

Ifa is upset but understanding. He thinks you let go because his hands are really roughed up after a long day at work. He gets why holds his non smooth hands that probably smell wouldn’t be the nicest thing. Once you explain that it was a prank and you love how his hands feel, he’s on cloud nine. He won’t admit it hurt at first thinking you could think badly about them but he gets all excited with knowing you love the rough feeling.

“You scared me there for a second. I may hold a lot of claws but the feeling of your hands in mine is the best.”

Itto

Itto would be offended. He’d act like you killed his family, the Arataki Gang, his beetles, and put beans in his food. He was enjoying your walk along the coast to try and find more beetles than you had to ruin it by letting go of his hand. He gets on his hands and knees then begs and prays for you to never do it again. You two are getting watched by other people on the coast and you beg him to get up because it was only a prank. He snaps up and grabs your hand again. He holds your hand insanely tight from now on.

“You can’t go be scaring me like that! I can’t handle pranks like this!”

Kaeya

Kaeya isn’t stopped by you letting go his hand. You two are enjoying a nature stroll when you just drop his hand and look away. He feels your warmth gone so he sees what got your attention. When he sees you avoiding eye contact he smirks knowing you’re trying to mess with him. He quickly picks you up bridal style and keeps walking. You ask him what he’s doing while trying to push his chest and get out of his hold. He tightens his hold on you and laughs.

“Well if your hand got tired certainly your feet must have gotten tired. Let me be your knight in shining armor and carry you the rest of the way.”

Kaveh

Kaveh is having the biggest crisis in his life. You always love holding hands and he always makes sure to do it when you two are together. But now you let go?? Why? What did he do? He thinks of everything bad he’s ever done in his life to lead him to this moment. He prepares for the worst but he’ll take it if it means he can apologize and hold your hand again. You see him one step from a mental break and just tell him it’s a prank. He instantly calms and claims he knew it was one all along.

“Of course I knew it was a prank. No I was not about to have another mental breakdown in the market!”

Kazuha

Kazuha thinks it’s funny. You two are always on the move. So you two always try to keep things interesting to make sure you two don’t get bored. Once you let go of his hand and act like nothing happened he laughs instantly knowing it’s a prank. He uses the wind to guide yours back into his hand and acts like it never happened.

“That was a good one but I prefer to keep a tight hold on you.”

Kinich

Kinich would give you a drop dead look but Ajaw would find it absolutely hilarious. You two were walking around the Scions of the Canopy and he felt your hand fall out of his. He turns to face you and tilts his head towards question you. Before you can explain Ajaw makes his presence known with his opinion. “Haha Kinich, no one wants to hold your hand how embarrassing.” Kinich slowly turns his head before replying, “at least someone wants to be with me, unlike a certain someone I know”. You giggle before explaining it was a prank to him and he gives you the most deadpan, drop dead look before signing and grabbing your hand again.

“Try not to let go again, yeah? Rather not give that creature something to gloat about”.

Lyney

Lyney finds it most amusing. He’d feel your hand slip out of his and first snaps his head back to make sure nothing happened to you. But he’d find that you were still there and going about your business as normal. He’d smirk and tilt his head before dramatically sighing and gets ready to make a show out of this, he does have a flair for the dramatic after all. He stops walking to turn around and gets on one knee in front of you and grabs your hand and places a light kiss on your knuckles.

“What’s this my dear, did you forget how to hold my hand so easily? Guess I’ll have to teach you how to always hold on to me, because I never wish to lose you”

Neuvillette

Neuvillette doesn’t understand the prank at all. He thinks he accidentally let go of your hand and feels terrible. You try and to explain you were the one that broke the hand holding but he is confident that it was him. He keeps saying he was distracted and wasn’t paying attention to who he really needed to focus on. So he holds your hand tightly and gives you his undivided attention until you two get where you’re going.

“No I am sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. You have my full attention now I swear.”

Ororon

Ororon is upset and he shows it. He’s excitedly showing you his garden and pointing at every little thing. When you think he’s not paying attention you slip your hand out of his and keep listening to him. He knows instantly and snaps his head to look at you. He questions if you’re breaking up with him. You explain how it’s just a silly prank and you’re not. He huddles with his vegetables and even tries to say he’s going to call Ifa and Cacucu for a group therapy session. You talk him out of it to save Ifa the trouble.

“My cabbages do you think she’s going to break up with me? She let go of my hand… what could that mean?”

Sethos

Sethos shrugs it off and apologizes. You two are walking around the desert and his hand is probably sweaty which is making holding hands kinda gross. He apologizes and wipes his hand off on his pants to try and get all the sweat off then reaches it back out to you. You tell him you let to because it’s a prank and he’ll retract his hand and smirk. Now he is revoking hand holding privileges.

“Oh okay! No more handing holding for us todayyyy.”

Thoma

Thoma would be so confused he’d just hug you. You two were in Komore Teahouse enjoying some time off and you two always would hold hands during times like this so you thought it would be fun to see how he’d react if you let go. You two were sitting next to each other and you slip your hand out of his and put it in your lap calmly. He whips his head towards you and looks alarmed that you let go. He turns to face you and he frowns slightly, he thought about what he could’ve done and just decided to hug you to make you feel better. You softly explain that it was a prank before reciprocating the hug.

“Oh I see, just a prank huh? Gave me a scare there sweetheart, try not to let go again yeah? I don’t think my heart could take it”.

Tighnari

Tighnari would give you such a deadpan expression. You two were in the forest looking for different kinds of mushrooms for his research and he was teaching you about each plant. You decided to let go of his hand to see how he’d react. Once he no longer felt your hand but felt his tail still softly brush against you he slowly turned his head towards you with the most confused expression on his face. You explain that it was a prank and at that he gives you the most deadpan expression ever.

“Are you being serious? I’m trying to teach you about dangerous plants and this is how you repay me? How rude, try not to let go again would you?”

Venti

Venti would find it hilarious. Once he feels your hand leave his he curiously looks your way for an explanation. He is then left with you trying not to look him in the eyes and that’s when he knows it’s a joke. He grabs your hand softly before giggling and pulling you to his chest. He leans towards your ear and whispers softly then turns around and drags you along.

“A little prank I see? How fun, just know that the wind may bring freedom but it will always bring you back to me.”

Wanderer

Wanderer doesn’t even flinch or care. He still is getting use to the whole handing holding and public displays of affection anyways. He is kinda relieved when you let go because he doesn’t have to keep pushing himself outside his comfort zone. But as soon as you say it’s a prank, expect to lose hand holding privileges for a while. He doesn’t fold or comply with your begging and pleas, he uses this as a teaching moment.

“Don’t do stupid things if you don’t want stupid things to happen.”

Wriothesley

Wriothesley senses it before you even do it. He sees you keep looking down at your connected hands then up at his face a couple of times. He raises his eyebrow at the act but he ultimately assumes you’re going to try something. Before you can let go he tightens his grip and drags you along. He ends up just teasing you in the end. But deep down he doesn’t want you letting go at all because it helps him have a clear mind and that the inmates know not to try anything with you.

“Did you forget I’m great at reading body language? But don’t go hurting my feelings now and letting go of my hand.”

Xiao

Xiao would be so confused and would look upset, breaking his normal stoic persona. You two were enjoying your evening on the roof of Wangshu Inn when you let go of his hand to see his reaction. He snaps his head towards you because his immediate reaction would be that you’re in danger. When he sees that you are still sitting there and softly smirking at him, that’s when his eyes harden and he looks away. You softly explain that you had seen some mortals do that recently and wanted to see how he would react. He would whisper gently after your explanation.

“Mortals are not good beings to learn from. Do not let go again, I want to always protect you.”

Zhongli

Zhongli thinks nothing of it at first. He simply thinks you are going to go look at something or just wanted a break from holding hands. When he goes on not reacting you ask him if he cares and he just simply says no and he does what you’re comfortable with. You then explain it’s a prank and he’s confused but just goes with it.

“I see. I don’t understand this prank but if you want to hold hands again we can.”

[peanutheaddd]

(translation:

petey: heeeyyyyy i rreaaaaallyy like youuu... you know that , right ? my cute little puppyyyy

dm: he smells like booze...)

ive been thinking abt dusk au a lot so huge dusk au lore dump under cut Heh.. Hahaha... MY AUUUUUUUUU

their time in high school is called sunset era . their main plot is called . u guessed it . dusk era.

dm is well known within their hometown bc hes basically just . a living science experiment . hes one of the most interesting parts of the town . also he helps out a lot with odd jobs here and there so a lot of people know of him

despite this people still sorta keep their distance from him and dont rlly bother to get close to him . dm is used to this at this point . this is also why cares abt lp so much . this little guy is probs the first person to actually care about him as a person after. yk . petey. Lmfao.

i reckon dm immediately recognizes how lp and petey look nearly identical . i think hed feel weird about it initially (mostly just sad) but eventually just dismiss it as a coincidence . obvs until he meets petey and realizes Okay this is Not a coincidence.

their hometown is like . a mountain town . a town in a mountainous region . yeah

"dog man" used to be a name he was called in high school in like. a Mean way. and he did Not like it. but overtime he just got desensitized to it because Nobody would call him by his actual name . now he truly does not care about being called dog man . its just a title for him .

this is also a part of the reason why he misses petey . he was like the only person to call him greg . he may not care abt being caleld dm but he misses being called greg.

for majority of dusk au petey calls dm dog man . he doesnt call him greg until they acknowledge their shared history . i reckon the first time he calls him greg in dusk era dm gets a little emotional LMFAO

back in high school dm was homeless . he was able to sleep at school bc chief (principal of school) would let him spend the nights in his office . he was like his dad in a way . he couldnt rlly adopt him js bc he had his own life stuff going on and he felt woefully underprepared to have total responsibility of a child especially not a teen but he always made sure he was safe and ate well .

anyways this means that whenever he and petey walked home it was more so dm just walking petey home and making sure he got home safe and then turning around and going back to school . he never told him that . he just pretended like his house was a little further down the road .

the convenience store is also smth that chief helped him with . like getting the actual building in the first place and setting it up

that being said the convenience store is also dms house . theres like a studio in the back that he js lives in .

i think chief has a vague idea that something happened eith dm and petey pregrad and thats the reason dm is insisting on staying in their hometown even tho he used to seem pretty open to the idea of leaving town for his education. this is also why hes kinda skeptical when petey comes back and dm tells him abt how theyve been spending time tgth again ESP when dm tells him that peteys completely avoiding talking about their history . he js wants the best for dm 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

theres are several canon events during the sunset era:

-> event where petey is riled up and pissed off and lwk freaking out and dm takes him to coin karaoke to get him to blow off steam . they get rlly drunk off of cheap booze and just . generally have a good time . its also one of the fastest and most effective ways petey has Ever been calmed down in his life and he tries to ignore how that makes him feel kinda soft

-> event where dm and petey take a bus to the coast at like 2 am or smth . and they just sorta talk and splash around in the water . Heavily inspired by the yeosu sea . (listen to yeosu night sea by busker busker!) since theyre used to being surrounded by mountains, being in such an open place is very refreshing for them both. esp petey who feels suffocated and trapped by their hometown . like yes his moving away post grad was partially bc of dm but also he never liked their hometown . at all. also smth smth petey being scared of water but dm makes him feel safe and that freaks him out a little (bro is showing vulnerability)

-> event where peteys calling dms bluff and basically syaing ooohh youd never get a piercing and dms like nuh uh try me except when petey tries to pierce his ear he sees the needle and freaks out a little (medical trauma !) . he expects petey to make fun of him (not necessarily a judgement on peteys character more so like a "ooh i acted so tough about it but now im backing out thats kinda cringe 😬😬") but peteys just like man whatever and dm feels a little confused about it . hes used to having to uphold a certain persona of sorts as like someone carefree and dependable so that people dont get unnerved by him being a freak of nature for lack of a better word . like making up for his very existence by being approachable. so seeing petey just. not give a shit that he Obviously has some problems is. idk a litle refreshing ig ? like he doesnt rlly have to uphold a facade in front of him bc he dgaf .

-> confession event ! this happens a very short time before their grad (a few weeks to a month at most) during their walk home. sun is setting, its basically summer so its humid as hell, cicadas are chirping, dragonflies in the air, etc etc .

ok thats al i gyatt for now Heh

[northopalshore]

Chiron in the

Midheaven persona chart

The midheaven persona chart is the extension of your natal midheaven placement. Chiron here tells you what is most criticized about you in terms of your public image or professional reputation & what about your public image/career that hurts you the most. Everything here only applies to the MC persona chart. Also shows the healing presence you may carry. Criticism is not always true to your own intentions or nature, but rather correspondent to how you behave in other people's eyes.

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°0 criticized for being ignorant, having a lack of depth or maturity, enhancing whichever house or sign it's in

In retrograde the problem may often stem from something that you personally did or are insecure about whether you are aware or not. However, I haven't seen much consistent results or differences between retrogrades & non retrogrades. So just take the original meaning. It's just that I know someone will ask about it at some point so I'll write it here to avoid that.

signs, degrees & houses

⚷ Aries (°1,°13,°25) | 1st House

You could be judged for being rude, abrasive, agressive, self centered, egotistical, smug, being a bully or doing things in a brash and inharmonious way (not thinking of other people you may hurt or the consequences of your actions beyond where it's or what is happening). People could say that you lack actual depth or maturity and just doing something for your own benefit (like pushing your brand or agenda, or interest onto other people). People may also find you to be a one trick pony or someone that can't actually do more than that one thing they cling onto desperately.

Ex: Ryan Reynolds has Chiron in Aries °4 Cancer in the 3rd house. Honestly, he has similar placements to Blake which I'll elaborate further as one of the examples. Both of them push their relationship to the frontline a lot & just pushing their brand more than their actual artistic talents. Going for that familiar comedic style that people are now used to expecting from them.

⚷ Taurus (°2,°14,°26) | 2nd House

People are most likely to critique your spending habits, or your lavish lifestyle. People may think of you as vain and overly materialistic to the point that you are out of touch with reality (insensitive to the world or people around you). Having business ethics that are questionable or self-centered. Your beauty standards may also be something that people judge you for; saying that you highlight unrealistic expectations surrounding beauty and live solely to reach or preach it by existing and being proud of yourself (maybe looking down on others as well because of it). Conversely, beauty standards might be the exact thing that causes you pain throughout your career. Either way it's often related to money, business, feminity, beauty or brands.

⚷ Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | 3rd House

You may be critiqued for being self centered, acting like a know-it-all, being mean or having sharp comments, making jokes that do not fit the situation (insensitive). People will judge you for your voice and your beliefs, your writing and your skills questioning your overall capabilities & what you know. You could be criticized for public statements or your claims and rights as well. You may be afraid that people will dig too much into the words that you say or use them against you at some point. You may be rather insecure about your thoughts and perspectives at times as well.

Ex: Lana Del Rey has Chiron retrograde in Gemini ° 14 Taurus. I remember reading people's opinions on public forums about her earlier performances saying she wasn't particularly a remarkable singer. Also there was that thing about her vocalizing other people's opinions about her songs and aesthetics seemingly romanticizing ab*se and narcotics (unhealthy relationships, grooming yk the works) then her pointing out other female artists songs that depict cheating & etc. However, it's undeniable how impactful her aesthetic & music has been in the industry. Many of her fans resonate deeply with both those aspects of her.

⚷ Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | 4th House

Your career may be influenced by your familial relationships, either from accusations of nepotism or getting every easily due to your close relationships and being related to someone who already had some sort of leverage. People may say that you are heartless to some degree (or on the opposite end; too attached or have attachment issues). Also, your home life may take a jab due to your public image or desire to be someone important (spending more time at work or polishing your image compared to being with your family). You may have had to struggle with your work and public image much earlier than others (working or being exposed to the public life from an early age).

Ex: Beyoncé ( natal Aries rising) has Chiron retrograde in Taurus °18 Virgo in the 4th house. Her dad was her manager and was the one that helped search for record deals (with Girls Tyme aka Destiny's Child) which people say explain the bias around her when she was in the group. Her luxurious lifestyle & crazy work ethic tend to hurt both her (health wise) and people around her (she's known to overwork & underpay her employees). Now, she literally works with her husband & children too. I can't say I know what her home life is like but it's not easy that's for sure. Plus, that means she has been working her ass off ever since childhood.

⚷ Leo (°5,°17,°29) | 5th House

People may criticize you for your expressive or dramatic nature or overly positive personality. People may think you crave attention & gloss over things too often (making light of serious matters as well). People may dislike how quickly you gain attention or how everything is a game or entertainment for you. People questioning why others like you so much. You could be called unserious as well. People may dislike how loud or how much of an oversharer you are which could contribute to people thinking you are insufferable. Your flighty love life & overtly sexual energy could be a topic of interesting amongst them too ( being a topic to critique you for). It may be difficult for you to share things about yourself or feel like you have to act more interesting than you really are to compensate for how boring people may find you without that extra layer or "fun".

Ex: Cardi B, Lisa, Miley Cyrus & Gypsy Rose all have Leo influences with their MC PC Chiron. All four of them were criticized for being too expressive or dramatic and questioned their skyrocketing (at the time they gained that popularity in the first place) popularity. Also, their sexuality has been remarked as "too much" from fans and haters alike.

⚷ Virgo (°6,°18) | 6th House

Your lifestyle, your work ethic, almost everything about you here is put to the test. This placement honestly makes people criticize you from the things you do, food you eat, your attitude, your environment, your talents, how you work, your inspirations; everything seems to be judged in one way or another. It's like one they've exhausted one issue they're on to the next thing about you that either rubs them the wrong way or is literally problematic. Alternatively, you could feel like what you do is never enough and are your own worst critic . People may also find healing or comfort through your work itself.

⚷ Libra (°7,°19) | 7th House

Your looks, partnerships, your spouse, your lovers, are usually what causes your public image to go under public skepticism and judgement. People may questions you due to your connections or down play your efforts due to your "upper hand", especially if you are connected to anyone important or significant in whatever context that your public image applies to (whether work, or what people around your neighborhood says about you). People may think that what you have is unfair or maybe compare you with your partner & their lives or history seeing you as either lackluster or bland in comparison (or vice versa). People may also find you shallow or superficial.

⚷ Scorpio (°8,°20) | 8th House

People may call you a manipulative person, with a lack of morality or distain towards other people. A liar, trauma dumper, or an overall toxic person. People may find you to be contradicting (which leads to distrust). Some people may over sexualize you as well or think that part of you is "too much" or unbearable. People may hate your guts for no reason too (but it's likely out of jealousy). Any changes surrounding your career may also be scrutinized saying that you "change for the worst". People's obsession with you or the constant invasion of your privacy may be an awful backflash following your career or public image. You may be paranoid that someone somewhere is just watching your every move, just judging you (and they likely are). People's attachment to you and strong feelings (whether positive or negative) is what hurts your image the most depending on other placements. Also, people may criticize you for not having a consistent identity or public presence. People just expect too much from you.

⚷ Sagittarius (°9,°21) | 9th House

You could receive hate or backlash for cultural appropriation, r*cism, personal beliefs or world view & philosophy, political views, and even your unconventional way of life. Your lack of morality or views surrounding activism may also fall under public scrutiny. You may be seen as a "bad influence" to a lot of conservative people. Conversely, you yourself may be awfully rigid or and conservative, pushing your beliefs onto other people that do not necessarily agree with your ideals. People may say your are a one note character too either doing too much or too little to prove yourself. People may say you are rather "tone deaf" with your opinions. People may also call you ungrateful & lazy. People's opinions and thoughts about you hurt deeply. You may hold a lot of your thoughts, act ignorant or downplay yourself due to that.

Ex: Blake Lively has Chiron° 25 conjunct Venus°21 & Groom°21 in Gemini in the 10th house. She is definitely a fitting controversial figure. She is criticized for a lot of things, from being a bully to being fake and even r*cist (because they literally got married at a plantation amongst all things). Is she just trying to be her Gossip Girl character or was she not acting when she played Serena. She also seems to imitate her husband's humor and brings him up numerous times like it's a required statement. There's honestly a lot to say about her but I won't elaborate further.

Brigitte Bardot has Chiron in Taurus ° 9 Sagittarius in the 2nd house & Jennie has Chiron in Libra °16 Cancer the 9th house. Both are criticized for their "I don't care" attitude, their mentality, their dismissive or laziness, expensive taste and relationships. Jennie also started being perceived (or working in the industry or something relative to it from a young age) and thus has gone through much pain or insecurities at an early age.

⚷ Capricorn (°10,°22) | 10th House

Criticism often comes from people with a higher status than you like your employer or a senior executive at work, someone that has more experience than you or even just people that assume they have authority over you. You could be criticized for your work ethic the most or even how people view you or you view yourself. You may get criticized because people think other people deserve what you have or your position more than you even if you did work yourself up to where you are /will be in the future. Your work itself is also something that may go through a lot of backlash. Also, people may think of your brand or personality as something made (manufactured) to be marketable and not a reflection of who you are.

⚷ Aquarius (°11,°23) | 11th House

You may be criticized for favoritism, accusations of having"main character complex", being unresponsive to (shutting out) other people outside of your circle or your world, being the noticable odd person out. Thinking too highly of yourself or being the spotlight stealer. People may also criticize you for either being overly altruistic (up your own ass) or oppositely; being incredibly dismissive about other people in your community. This hate may come from peers or "friends" and most of all netizens if your job or public life involves the internet. It may be hard for you to share what you like because of how "out there" your ideas can be fearing that no one will understand where you're coming from. In some cases your peers may be your worst enemies (especially if Chiron is in the 11th house).

Ex: Michael Jackson has Chiron in Aquarius °18 Virgo in the 7th house. His career has effected his entire life, from his childhood to his relationships and even his personal actions. He was nicknamed Wacko Jacko for his capricious and strange personality.

⚷ Pisces (°12,°24) | 12th House

You may be criticized for playing victim or acting/being oblivious to certain things. Lack of transparency, leniency. For some, even citizenship may be questionable. Being manipulative, and fishing for pity or willingly letting go of control over yourself for some reason. You may also be under the control of people that may effect your public image. People may not understand your vision or your true intentions, making you feel discouraged or even invisible to a greater audience. You may be overshadowed by the work of people around you for example. People may also view you as someone that's easy to walkover due to that feeling of incompetence you hold.

Ex: Taylor Swift has Chiron in Cancer °24 Pisces in the 10th house. She's most criticized for playing victim & standing by her altruistic tendencies. This was most prominently showcased during the Kanye incident & the "Snake" backlash. Man, that was wild. Also, she was literally interrupted by Kanye because he thought she didn't deserve her VMA award.

Aspects (Conjunctions only)

⚷ Chiron conjunct 11th house

People may criticize you for your choice of friendships or the people you choose to surround yourself with. Your friends themselves may be the issue at times.

Ex Taylor Swift's Chiron conjuncts her 11th house. She gain quite a lot of backlash for her "Squad" as people thought it had a lot to do with exclusivity & elitism (since everyone in it was quite famous and influential at the time). Also, it's notable that most her friends had controversy of their own at one point or another (then or in the future). Blake being one of those friends. She is also deeply involved with her friends however, providing them a safe place to share & heal with her and vice versa like her friendship with Selena Gomez.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Descendant

People may call you a homewrecker (especially if Chiron is not in the 7th house, just conjuncting it), or be criticized for your choice of partners (whether romantic, platonic or business related). Your connections and transaction based relationshipa tend to rub people the wrong way (like how you manage it for example will also be dissected).

⚷ Chiron conjunct Briede (19029) or Groom (5129)

Being criticized in relation to your partner. You may feel less noticable compared to your partner or vice versa, people could say that you don't deserve to be their partner or just get criticized for being with them. Either that or it's you as a partner (people may think you are an inadequate as a marriage partner).

⚷ Chiron conjunct North Node

You are criticized for your vision, your ideals and what you believe in the most. People may think that you change too drastically or that you were "better before the change". People may find you too righteous or self entitled as well.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Industria (389)

You will be criticized heavily for your work and what you choose to do professionally. However, it may also be an indicator of having a career that is tiring but at the same time very healing (to both you and other people). Not necessarily related to doctors, could be artist or holistic healers too.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Sun

Scrutiny towards your personality, your ego or your self assertivenes, literally just how you present yourself to others (that may or may not "steamroll" other people). Some may find your optimism or personality to be rather appealing and comforting, while others think of you as inadequate. You may work 2x as hard just to prove yourself worthy.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Moon

Being judged for the way that you feel or portray your emotions. People not understanding your feelings and actions. People may call you immature too. However, those that vibe with you will be deeply attached due to your relatability and aptness at connecting or trauma bonding with other people. It's easy for you to get too attached to something even if it doesn't mean much in hindsight; your genuine feelings may be put to the test.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Mercury

They way you speak or sing or write is very healing to other people, however you may be criticized by the same thing many people may like about that part of you. You may hesitate to talk to share your thoughts because of that. Staying silent at times may be more fruitful in your opinion.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Mars

People may crutize you for your energy (whether the abundance or lack thereof). You may seem "lazy" or "doing too much" depending on other placements. You may feel like you have to doore than other people to prove yourself.

Ex: Wonyoung has this placement, people often says she does too much compared to the rest of the members or literally wherever she is.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Venus

People may condemn you for your love life or for being with your partner/lover, your creativity and your talents. Judging your looks, beauty & aesthetics as well (especially if you have or will go(ne) through some cosmetic procedures). Though people might also say that you "lack beauty" or are not on the level that people in your place would otherwise have based on their assumptions. People that connect with you however, feel that you are a valuable soul that's love transcends almost anything. They may also be deeply attached to your love life or story. You tend to have a "hurt maiden" type of beauty or always look scared on unsure. Your looks or love life may suffer due to your career.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Neptune

People may call you delusional or manipulative. Though people that trust you will see you as someone who is able to foresee more than most people can, seeing you as a healer and genius of sorts when it comes to your talents, beliefs and "life navigation system". Also, you may be rather inconsistent with your presence (hard to get to and find, disappearing more often than being present). Being out of touch with people. Your art is healing, but often receives judgement by people.

⚷ Chiron conjunct Pluto & Saturn

Judged for putting your beliefs or best interest first, for assuming much about yourself or others. People may also dislike you for being a "wet towel" i.e being the person to bring other people to their senses or introduce controversial ideas. People that connect with you will see you inner power and potential to bring light to the darkness; having a greater purpose to push past the karma or hurt. You get a lot of hate just for being there (where public image/career is most relevant to you).

⚷ Eros conjunct Chiron

You may be judged for your sex life or your sex appeal. People may call you a ... hussie or indecent person when it comes to the body and sexuality. People that connect with you will find your energy compelling and even motivational. You may have the ability to heal wounds surrounding s*x or past dreams/desires.

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[ang3ltine]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— "𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇" - Bob Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts

Golden Retriever x Black Cat trope

Being recruited by Valentina as part of the new Avengers (z) team was never part of your list of agendas. Yet here you were, doting on an awkward brunette.

a.n - This is a short scenario that got me all giddy while writing this, so I hope you Bob fans enjoy this as much as I did!

Warnings - minor spoilers! trauma, nightmares, making out, hickeys & yearning Bob! Lots of fluff too

A few months had passed since the 'incident' on the streets of Newyork where almost half the city was engulfed in complete darkness.

You mostly blamed this on Valentina since she pushed her ideals of the sentry project onto Bob. Now you, along with the others tried your best to make him feel welcome and wanted, despite his 'minor' flaws.

Now that you all moved into the newly refurbished Avengers tower, you had to adjust to your new life. This was never part of your agenda but you're one to complain.

Especially since you got the chance to dote on a certain brunette, who you undeniably cannot ignore since he's always trailing after you wherever you went.

Yelena had introduced you to Bob properly after the whole incident and he's been glued to your side since then. You were more on the nonchalant and cool girl type while he was the polar opposite.

But he still admired you nonetheless. Not to mention, you also get endlessly teased by Yelena and the others.

More so than usual when she noticed that Bob tends to follow you around more than her now. Not that she cares, she was more than happy that he was trying to get closer with someone else other than her.

Yelena had joined you in the main kitchen after training together. You reached into the refrigerator to bring out your bottle of water when she asked an unexpected question.

"Do you like Bob?" She asks straight up, catching you offguard in the process.

"As friends? Yeah ofcourse." You muttered underneath your breath then took a chug of your water.

"Pshh friends? Friends don't eyefuck eachother across the room." She mused while leaning against the refrigerator door with an amusing smirk.

You choked a couple of times while Yelena pats your back before adding another comment. "It's okay! No need to feel ashamed."

"What're you talking about??"

"Okay maybe not, but you two would still make a cute couple." She mused while flashing you her iconic smirk.

"Oh...I don't know about that 'lena. He's just someone I care about alot you know?"

Before you could carry on the conversation, your eyes shift past Yelena's shoulders. Sure enough, Bob was awkwardly standing in the hallway.

"I uh - I didn't hear anything."

Yelena steps back to let Bob in before mouthing a quick 'goodluck' to you. God that girl was going to be the death of you.

The only times he wasn't with you was when you went on missions, which is when he'd spend most of his time in the tower with Alpine.

After a gruelling and unbearably long mission, all you wanted to do was to take a shower, eat dinner then go to bed.

"Ugh...Ava, what time is it?" You groaned while rubbing your temples to somehow lessen your headache.

Ava, along with you and John were on the quinjet, which was preparing its landing sequence on the helipad of the tower.

She glances at the time on her watch before answering with a yawn. "It's a little past midnight."

"You think anyone's awake right now?" John joins in on the rather dull conversation. The ship was on autopilot and had finally landed when he finished his sentence.

"Mhm I highly doubt it," you replied with a strained voice as you stretched your limbs. Almost every inch of your body ached, and your muscles were extremely sore.

As soon as the hatch opened, you dragged your tired body through the hanger. The endless corridors of the living quarters almost made you lose your mind, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally made it to your room.

You hesitated for a moment, noticing the door was slightly ajar. Figuring it was just you being paranoid, you swiftly flung the door open, only to find a familiar set of eyes blinking back at you.

Bob stood almost a feet away from you with a pillow in hand, the poor man had flinched at your sudden appearance. Almost immediately, he let out a string of '"sorry's'' since he invited himself in without your permission.

"Hey-- Bob, it's ok. You can stay in my room as long as you like." You say in a hushed tone while placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently so he'd calm down.

He found it hard to focus on your face as his eyes shift downwards in shame. "I just... I wanted to talk to you as soon as you came back."

"We can talk-" you intercept almost immediately. "But would you mind if I took a shower first? Then we can talk afterwards ok?"

Bob finally lifts his eyes off the ground to look at you before nodding. "Uhh yeah... yeah, I can wait."

You reached up to ruffle his slightly messy hair before retreating to where your walk-in closet was. Bob took the leisure of sitting back on your comfy bed as his eyes followed your every move.

"Ah, this will do," you muttered to yourself while fishing out your sleep shirt and a pair of shorts. Except, it looked bigger than usual?

"Oh right uhm, I think that's mine..." Bob mumbles hesitantly when you notice that it was, in fact, not yours.

Bob had the tendency to leave his belongings scattered in your room, including his large sweatshirts. He'd vist you almost every night since he'd constantly have nightmares, and you would comfort him whenever you could.

"You wouldn't mind if I wore this would you?" You turned around with the sleep shirt pressed against your chest to show it off. It was a deep blue navy colour, simple, yet comfortable.

"Uh yeah! Go ahead." Bob replies with open arms and his usual widespread grin. You returned the smile before grabbing your towel and headed into the washroom.

You quickly scrambled out of your suit and chucked it into the laundry basket to wash later. Bob could hear the sound of falling water through the doors of the washroom as he looked around.

That's when he realised he made quite a mess while waiting for you. So he took his time going around and picking things up from the floor to put them back to the right spots.

After half an hour or so, you stepped out with the towel around your neck after wringing out excess water from your hair. You had the power to control the wind, so it was easier to dry your hair, which was awfully convenient.

"Bob? You here?" You called out after noticing that he was nowhere in sight. The lack of response concerned you as you frantically searched your room for the man.

You finally found him in the far corner of the room, huddled with one of your plushies and was fast asleep. The racing of your heart only quickened once you hear him mumbling your name in his sleep.

"Oh Bob..." you shook your head amusingly as you bent down to his height to lightly shake him awake. It only took a few seconds before he stirred, you felt bad for doing so but you didn't want him to sleep on the floor.

"Do you wanna sleep here tonight?" You asked quietly since he was still half asleep, trying to process what you were saying. He nods his head after a while, placing the plush toy back where it was in the pile before reaching his arms out for you to grab.

You do just that and lead him towards your massive king sized bed. Just earlier on today, you had changed the sheets to satin ones, so it was even more comfortable than usual.

The lights were dimmed but not completely off since you learned the hard way that Bob hated the dark. So you switched on a nightlight by your bedside for extra light just in case.

Bob settled into the crispy sheets that had been untouched since your arrival. He scoots over a bit while you slipped in next to him.

Although, you two were in quite an awkward position after a while. Since you had to prepare a schedule for the next day, he was pretty much beneath you. You were struggling not to crush him while he only made things worse. His arms were wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him so he could soak in your warmth while you worked.

"Sorry Bob, just give me a few more minutes." You sighed while typing away on your phone. Bob only hummed in response while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"By the way...do you want to talk about the nightmare that you had?"

"Mm...yeah." Bob replied with a muffled voice as the vibrations tickled your skin, making you squirm slightly. "Alright, tell me what happened."

That's exactly what he did. You listened carefully as he mentioned all the bad things that he had seen in the nightmare.

That's one of the reasons why Bob admired you. You were straightforward with him but caring.

Many would think that sort of activity was only reserved for relationships. Which was partially true, you in fact, did harbour feelings for him. But you chose to keep them to yourself.

What Bob needed was someone who was patient and not pushy. For now, you were content with just being 'friends.' Even though it was far more than that.

It was around 7am in the morning by the time you awoke. The soft golden rays of sunlight shone through the blinds of your room, giving your room a soft glow.

Little did you know that a blonde haired assassin had come to your room during the night to ask you something, only to find you with your limbs entangled with Bob's.

Yelena being Yelena, took the opportunity to snap a few pictures on her phone before leaving. Already planning on using them for blackmail or to tease you whenever she pleased.

Speaking of Bob, he was fast asleep as you peer down at him. You became quite flustered since his face was fully pressed against your chest. He probably thought that it was his pillow, yet you were too afraid to move him. Instead, you opted to run your fingers through his dark chocolate locks.

They were soft, as usual, but still, you tried to detangle his hair gently since there were a few knots. It wasn't long before he started to stir, causing you to freeze in the process. You move away from him slightly to give him some space as he slowly processes where he is.

"Morning sunshine... did you sleep well?" You whispered gently as he peers up at you through his lashes, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His voice was hoarse while he spoke,

"G'morning...yeah I slept well, and you?"

"Ahh, me too..." You responded while brushing stray hair away from his face, it had gotten slightly longer than before. Which gave you the idea of maybe trimming the front bangs later on, with his consent, of course.

Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a brief moment, before retracting your hand. Bob was disappointed to say the least when he felt the warmth of your hand no longer present against his skin.

"Let's get freshen up and head down for breakfast. How does that sound...?"

Bob nods in agreement after rubbing the sleep from his eyes while you slowly got up.

He found himself practically swooning over you while he observed the way you stretched, letting your hair fall across your shoulders. Sure it was messy since you had just woken up, but to him, you looked heavenly.

You felt him staring but you chose not to think much of it. Bob's cheeks had a slight hue of red when you did manage to look back down at him, bringing a small smile to your face at his bashfullness.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Bob immediately shook his head before you positioned yourself above him. You reached down to place one hand on his cheek to feel the light stubble against your skin.

This time he doesn't let you retreat that easily as he tugs you down gently. A bold move indeed, especially for you.

At first you weren't sure how to respond, the air around you suddenly felt awfully scarce as you were beginning to find it hard to breathe.

Even though he was the one who had instigated the sudden act of intimacy, he too grew a sense of shyness.

To test the waters, he lean in closer, bumping your nose against his and letting your lips hover over his. Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to meet his. If anything, you were more than happy to back away if he felt uncomfortable.

But Bob did want this, so he took the initiative to press his lips against yours. You let out a surprised sound before melting into the kiss.

His lips were slightly chapped, but that didn't bother you. You smiled against his lips as he was struggling slightly, honestly you didn't blame him. He probably hasn't kissed anyone for a while.

But eventually he got the hang of it. He picked up the pace while you struggled to keep up. Turned out he's a quick learner since he copied the way your lips moved against his.

You wasted no time reaching to the back of his neck and slipped your fingers into his dark hair pulling him in impossibly closer.

Soft whimpers escaped his mouth in between each kiss while you soaked in every one, pushing him to kiss you deeper. Sighs and moans of content or pleaure are passed between both your lips and his. The two had to fight to not entirely lose yourselves completely within pure bliss.

You nipped his bottom lip slightly before leaving a soft trail of kisses from his mouth down to the side of his jaw.

"Hm? What're you doing?" He drawled while your lips leaves his briefly, almost bringing out another whine as he feels you lightly kiss the juncture of his neck.

"Mhm, just need you - ," you hummed against his supple skin. You left open-mouthed kisses against a specific area on his neck before gently taking his skin between your teeth to leave a mark.

The feeling was too overwhelming for him yet he found himself bringing you in impossibly closer while you worked. After leaving a significantly dark hickey on the side of his neck, you move back towards his lips.

Which he happily accepts. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours, he kisses you with much fever.

Yet keeps it sweet and gentle at the same time. Lightly sucking on your bottom lip while running his thumb against your cheek.

The kiss was filled with raw emotions, all the times that he wanted to tell you of his true feelings were poured into it. You too shared the same amount of passion when you deepened the kiss even further.

Sadly, the need to breathe was apparent after what seemed like forever. You flutters your eyes open before pulling away to take in Bob's appearance. He looked so effortlessly pretty.

His cheeks were rosy and wet from his tears and hair was disheveled, but he still managed to look perfect to you. Before you could say a word, some unexpected words leaves his lips.

"I...I love you," he whispers while you processed what he just said. A small rush of warmth filled you at the sound of those meaningful words as you fought back the urge to kiss him again.

"I love you too..." you whispered before dipping your head low to pepper his face with kisses, making him laugh in the process.

"C'mon sleepy head, let's wash up." Bob reluctantly accepts the offer and tugs the end of your shirt while following you into the washroom.

He was still trying to recover from the small makeout session as his legs almost felt like jelly as he walked. Which was new for him.

An array of skincare products lined up before him as you reached into one your drawers to bring something out. You had given him one of your waterproof headbands to wear so that his hair wouldn't get in his face in the process.

One of the reasons why you did a skincare routine specifically for him was because he enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by you.

So it was no surprise when he leans into your touch with excitement while you applied the cleansing foam on his face. A satisfied grin played on his lips while you rubbed the product into his skin, making you feel all giddy inside.

After the two of you washed up and got dressed, you then made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast.

Not even a second went by when Ava gave you one of her snarky remarks as soon as you walked in with Bob in tow.

"Ahh the couple's here to join us." You rolled your eyes playfully at the sarcastic comment as you turn to face the women in question.

Little did she know that she was, in fact, telling the truth. But you weren't going to give her that satisfaction.

"Oh shush, you're just jealous that I'm not giving the same attention to you." You retorted with the same amount of sass.

"Wow, Touche." She responds while sipping her coffee.

"Bob? Do you want pancakes?" You turned your attention back to the brunette who was patiently waiting for you.

"Yes please," he replies with a tight-lipped smile, already feeling shy from Ava's comment of referring to you both as a couple.

"Pancakes it is then."

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[sanesaviour]

yeah I think I did well this time

Flash Thompson finally

I was avoiding drawing him for so long bc I’m scared of drawing more buff characters lol but I think I nailed it

Headcanons:

1. uses humor to mask his insecurities, his over the top confidence and insults are defense mechanism, he is afraid of being seen as weak, but secretly feels inferior to his peers, he is jealous how successful people are - for example Peter and Ava are probably smartest people at school, Harry insanely rich and popular, MJ works at DBC, so it sometimes feels that everyone is better than him

2. always wanted to be hero deep down, despites being bully he really wishes that he could be like Spiderman, brave, selfless and admired… before becoming agent venom he lowkey thought he could be Spiderman’s sidekick lol

3. has complicated relationship with his parents, mainly with his father, which fuels some of his aggression and need for attention… he spends only little time at his home actually

4. has no idea Peter is spidey but after he’d finds out he’d go through every emotion - betrayed, amazed, furious, then proud… eventually, he’d brag that he always knew (he didn’t)… after that he would become more friendly towards peter and be protective of him… sometimes he would invite him to parties but pretend it was accident like “you are here? whatever, don’t embarrass yourself”

5. he genuinely likes MJ, he actually listens to her when she talks about justice or doing right thing, it lot of times stick with him… also he would try to impress her by bragging about his Spiderman expertise,… she’d be unimpressed

6. him and Harry would be okay around each other, not friends but they wouldn’t mind each others presence, they wouldn’t really talk at school but they often meet randomly at parties so they kinda know things about each other… he is bit jealous of Harry’s wealth and his fancy style in general but not that much he would hate him for it,… they are kinda rivals I would say but it more passive way… also during period of time where Harry would loose venom and before flash getting to it (the time when Harry would distance himself from everyone) he would notice and be bit worried about him

7. even tho he don’t like much Peter and ultimates at time they are new at school, after while he kinda befriends Luke (since they both like sports and gym they would kinda get along),… also when Peter’s words about not bullying others doesn’t work on him Peter sends Luke to scold Flash bc he knows he might actually listen to Luke… Luke would be just like: “man we already talked about this- not cool”

8. on the other hand after sam finds out Peter doesn’t like flash he immediately tries to befriend him, just to piss him off… but- flash sees sam as same loser as peter is, and he would definitely pick up on him too… but later on they would bound over making fun of Peter

9. this might be bit controversial BUT- I think he is totally intimidated by Ava but also thinks she is cool… he’s tried to flirt, tried to hide it with teasing and bragging and failed miserably… after that he just gives her very awkward thumbs up when she walks by

10. this will be no surprise but - he thinks Danny is weird, in his eyes he is loser number 3 to Peter and Sam lol, he would try to pick up on him too, but after he’d be paired up with Danny during P.E. for wrestling, and loosing to him during 5 seconds he would never ever try to make fun of him again

yep that’s all for now, enjoy

[maruflix]

BOYS BEWARE! #variouscharacters #windbreaker #f!reader

the boys know that you are the town’s most notorious heartbreaker. it would be stupid for them to involve themselves with you. it’s not like they didn’t know that they’re sharing you with their own friends— but damn you look fine. / REQ.

feat. sakura, suo, kaji, umemiya, togame, endo, takiishi　　⎯⎯　wc. 3.4k

content: female reader, REVERSE HAREM, reader is a heartbreaker, pre-established relationship, they fall in love first, they fall in love harder, reader is either toxic or playful depending on how you look at it, OKAY READER IS KINDA TOXIC, this is a brainrot and a passion project god bless whoever sent this request, no beta we die like my hopes and dreams

SAKURA HARUKA -> MET A BOY FROM OUTTA TOWN...

Sakura doesn’t know how to express his emotions, so he usually lets them rot and die inside him, preferring to ignore them until they disappear.

He never succeeds to do so whenever you come around. All it takes is one smile. One smile from you and he’s completely defenseless at your mercy.

“I-is this guy bothering you?” Sakura’s attempt to sound gruff seems to fool the dumbass who thinks he’s got a chance with you. He eyes down the weak looking eyesore who kept bothering you since five minutes ago. The pathetic creature couldn’t even look him in the eye.

You flash him a smile. That damn smile. He feels like he’s going to choke.

“He is!” you sigh, tugging the sleeve of his jacket, “Are you here on patrol?”

The weakling knows to make himself scarce, leaving Sakura standing alone with you. He hopes you can’t hear his heart thundering inside his ribcage.

“Yes. I came to give you this.” He clumsily hands you a small box of your favorite cake, almost dropping it in the process and quickly adding, “I-I accidentally bought extra!”

You’re now blinking your gorgeous eyes, surprised, but reach out to take it anyway. “Oh, Haruka-kun! You’re so thoughtful!”

The way his name rolls out your tongue makes him go insane.

“Thank you! You’re the best!” Giggling, you hug his arm, accidentally brushing your head against his shoulder..

Just when he’s about to ask you if you had any plans that weekend, he sees that your line of vision has shifted away from him. He follows it to see Suo standing a couple feet away, smiling.

Oh.

He looks down to see you already smiling up at him like nothing happened. “Anyway, I’ll see you around, Haruka-kun! Maybe we can watch a movie together this weekend?”

His heart leaps; so you also want to spend more time with him! He’s just about to say that he’d really, really want that— but you’re already slipping away from his grasp into the direction of his best friend.

You turn your head once more to look at him, “Text me!” before skipping away.

It’s okay, Sakura convinces himself, I’ll definitely text you first.

The warmth of you still lingers on his arm.

SUO HAYATO -> I HELD THE KNIFE BUT YOU HAD THE GUN

Why does Suo still waste his time with you?

He wonders the same thing when he stares at you, eating in front of him.

You eat without a care in the world. Then again, you never seem to care about anything. He just wishes that you’d care about him more. What did you think he was going to feel when he sees you in the arms of Sakura freaking Haruka in the middle of the day? But then again, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything, so it’s not like he had a say—

“Hayato-kun, aren’t you gonna eat?”

Suo blinks, looking down at his half-eaten salad. He’s supposed to be on a diet, but he’d gladly eat a five course meal if it meant being able to spend time with you. “Sorry!” he smiles, “I was too busy staring at you, it seems!” Other people would’ve gotten flustered with his teasing. Suo knows he’s handsome and talks well.

“Oh?” you tilt your head, “do I look pretty today? You’ve been staring a lot~”

Suo’s gaze snaps back to you, his heart skipping a beat. He instantly regrets it when he sees you smiling at him teasingly, a lock of hair falling in front of your face perfectly.

“Very.” he breathes out, brushing your hair away from your face. Hoping that it’d be enough to finally fluster you. Hoping that he can finally win against you for once.

He didn’t expect you to blush. The red tinting your cheeks makes you glow. “Hayato-kun, a surprise attack like that is not fair..”

Suo feels like he’s finally reclaiming himself. Redeeming himself from the devil that is you. Feeling brave, he moves his hand to rest on top of yours, not missing the way your eyes widen ever so slightly. Maybe, maybe....

“What..?”

“It’s my birthday this week.” He starts, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “do you have any plans?”

In truth, he knows that you already plan on spending the weekend with Kaji Ren (how can he not know, when Kaji blabs to everyone about it?) but he wonders if you’ll choose to be with him instead. He tried not to be desperate but he already knew there’s no fooling you, not when the corners of your lips lift ever so slightly—

“Oh, really?!”

He can see that the gears in your brain are turning, your pretty eyes flitting across the room to find an excuse. Still, the enthusiasm in your voice left him hoping.

“I forgot! You know how bad I am with my own schedule..”

Suo exhales, trying not to look disappointed.

“But I’ll definitely cancel them to give you a surprise party!” You pull his hands to hold them tight, a serious look on your face, “Wait. It’s not a surprise if I tell you beforehand, is it?”

The twinkle in your eyes makes Suo wonder if you’ve expected this test. He may have won this fight, but he’s destined to lose the war. There’s just no winning against you.

Even so, he has won this fight... and he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything else.

KAJI REN -> YOU CHEW MY HEART LIKE BUBBLEGUM !

Kaji tries to not go overboard, but he did anyway.

He’s tailored the hangout to your exact liking, booking everything two weeks in advance, making you squeal in joy when he tells you that he secured a spot in that hip new café that you keep eyeing during walks.

So when you fail to show up, Kaji knew that it was because of another man. He may be oblivious sometimes but he’s not stupid. There’s no way you cancelled on him last minute to feed your grandma’s cat. Your grandma died two months ago for God’s sake.

That’s why he’s steeled his heart to finally break away from your grasp. He can’t keep hurting himself and hoping you’d finally see him as your only love. He’s not stupid.

“I’m sorry, Ren-kun... you’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”

He refuses to look at you, knowing that he’d fold the instant he sees those gorgeous eyes.

“I messed up.. I have no excuse..”

“Why?” he asks, demands for you to say it with your own mouth. Say that you chose another man over him.

“Okay. I’ll tell you the truth.” You bent down to look at him, unrelenting even when he stares at you coldly, “It was Hayato-kun’s birthday yesterday. I threw him a surprise party with Haruka-kun and Nirei-kun.”

There’s a rare sincerity in your words, a fragile honesty that makes him both relieved and forlorn. “Thank you for telling the truth.” He didn’t want you to see him cry, so he gets up and starts to walk away.

“Wait! Ren-kun!” You call after him, making him walk faster. His eyes are already starting to burn. He had wanted you to tell him the truth, so why does it still hurt this much?

“Oof!”

The sudden thud makes him stop dead in his tracks. The unmistakable sound of a crash. He spins around, seeing you bent over on the ground, holding your knee. His heart drops, already forgetting the reason he walked away in the first place.

“Why are you so clumsy?!” He chides, squatting down next to you. The red in your knee is starting to drip down to your ankle. Guilt bubbles up in his throat, blocking his airway. You’re bleeding because of him.

“Sorry, I can’t even walk right..” you’re still smiling even when tears are streaming down your face. Even then, you look radiant.

“Climb up.” He offers his back, almost losing his mind from the guilt and worry.

“I can’t receive any more of your kindness,” your voice is small behind him, “I’m a horrible friend..”

Kaji wants to yell at you to prioritize yourself more, to tell you that he’ll probably sulk for a day before returning to you with a wagging tail— but all his words get caught in his throat when he sees you crying.

What can he do, except pull you into his embrace?

You melt almost instantly, sobbing apologies after apologies.

What can he do, except tell you that it doesn’t matter and he’s the one at fault?

Fuck it. He is stupid, he is dumb— and he will continue to be, if it means being able to hold you in his arms.

UMEMIYA HAJIME -> SHE MAKES THEM FALL DOWN TO THEIR KNEES AND CRY

Umemiya thinks that he has an advantage over the other guys that flock to you.

When you had a bad day and snap at him, he pats your head and listens to your problems. When he saw you laughing with Endo and Takiishi, he turns a blind eye. When you tell him you suddenly felt like hanging out with Togame, there’s a prick in his heart, but even so, he understands.

He’s very mature and mentally stable. No amount of cancelling plans and harsh words and flirting with other boys can faze him. He thought that those qualities would make you love him more— but he is so sorely mistaken.

“Is something on your mind?” Umemiya bends down slightly but you look away, your lips pursed into a tight line. He rubs your hair, knowing how much you love headpats, but all he got is an annoyed huff.

He’s terrified now.

“What’s wrong?” He can no longer hide the panic in his voice.

Finally, you look at him.

“You don’t love me.”

Your accusation makes him want to die. How can you say that he doesn’t love you when he has fought all his jealousy and killed all his pride?

Umemiya leads you to a nearby bench and kneels down to your height, trying to use the cold ground as a way to cool his beating heart, “Why do you say that?”

You’re twirling a lock of hair now, something you always do when you’re annoyed. “Do you even want to be with me? It’s like you’re just hanging out with me to pass time. Do you even care?”

Your words seem so straightforward, yet Umemiya still doesn’t understand. Whatever did he do that can possibly translate to such a baseless statement?

“I didn’t know that you’re not on good terms with Endo and Takiishi. I look like a bad friend. You don’t even care who I’m hanging out with.”

But Umemiya does care. He cares so much about who you’re hanging out with that he secretly tells the guys to go on patrols whenever you come to visit him, knowing that you’ll definitely get distracted otherwise. He cares so much that he tells Takiishi Chika to stay the hell away from you, causing him to get into a full blown fight. He cares.

“I do.” He frowns, “If I tell you I’m a jealous person, what will you do?”

He merely wanted to punish you a bit for doubting his affections. Someone as kind as you would definitely get flustered when he says something so out of character.

But when he glances at you, you look at him straight in the eyes.

“I will be happy,” The light from the lamppost casts a warm glow over your face, “because finally, you’re being honest with me.”

Umemiya doesn’t know what he’s feeling. Your words are so kind, so you, but it’s like alarm bells are going off inside his head.

“I like it when Hajime-kun is jealous. In fact, I like all of Hajime-kun’s qualities.” Your hand is now tangled in his hair, caressing them softly.

It’s scary how your touch silences all his doubts and makes him putty in your hands. He breathes out a sigh of relief and leans into your touch, knowing that he found favor in your eyes again. “Okay. Okay. I am jealous. Don’t hate me because of that..”

He looks up to see you smiling and a chill runs down his spine.

If you want him to beg, he will beg. If you want him to cry, he will cry. He might try not to show it, but heaven knows he will move hell to be with you.

TOGAME JO -> MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’VE BECOME INSANE.

Being a Shishitoren second-in-command makes Togame unable to spend as much time with you as he’d like.

You live in Makochi, so naturally you’re friends with the Furin boys. Normally, he’d feel relieved that you have other people to protect you from rival gangs when he’s not around, but he only now realizes how close you actually are with Bofurin.

It was supposed to be a surprise. He didn’t tell you that he’s visiting, hoping to catch you off guard when he suddenly drops by. Instead, it was you who caught him off guard.

Togame watches mutely as Umemiya pats your head, hearing the sound of his own heart breaking. The two of you doesn’t seem to realize that he’s standing right there. Like a fool.

“Oh? Togame-kun, you’re here!”

How? How can you sound so.. unbothered? He doesn’t even know what kind of expression is on his face right now.

Umemiya is looking at him without an ounce of guilt. Wait, has he been the fool all along? Has he always been second string? Togame’s head is full of thoughts, none of them good. Oh God, what should he do?

“Togame-kun? Are you okay?”

Your voice is inquisitive, innocent. He is brought back to reality when you grip his shoulder. He looks at you, standing on your tippy toes, your eyes wide and searching.

“You... him..”

“Hm?” As if reminded, you look at Umemiya. “Well, you didn’t tell me you were coming, so I had Hajime-kun walk me home! Uh, but since you’re here...”

Umemiya smiles. Tight. Togame knows that he will probably get a beating if you’re not there. But you are. And Umemiya Hajime relents.

“Right! We can walk home tomorrow. It’s not like everyday Togame visits!” Umemiya’s voice is cheery but the icy undertones is clear.

Don’t you dare make this an everyday occurence.

When Umemiya disappears, Togame lets you pull him with you, still at a loss for words.

“Sooo, what brought you here?” You seem so happy to see him... as if he didn’t just catch you with another man. “Oh, I just realized you have your hair tied! You look good! I like you better this way, I think!”

“Are you... going out with Umemiya Hajime?” Like a fool, that is the only thing can he can say.

You blink at him in surprise, like he just asked you if elephants could fly. Was he not supposed to ask? It’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything... but you told him you love him.

“I...”

Your laugh interrupts his train of thought. “Of course not, silly!” It seems like his question is so funny that you’re actually doubling over and smacking his arm. “Oh, Togame-kun. Are you jealous?”

Are you seriously asking him that right now?

He’s not jealous. He’s furious.

“Maybe?”

“Aww, you’re so cute! And kinda naive, but like in a really cute way!” You’re resting your head on his arm now, hugging it as the two of you continue walking, “Me and Hajime-kun, we’re just friends! You can ask him if you want!”

Togame doesn’t know what to say. He feels stupid. Maybe he’s just not used to having female friends who’s also friends with other guys. “Why do you call him by his first name?”

You stop walking, causing him to pause too. “Oh my God!” Feeling you pull his arm, Togame turns to look at you. “Togame-kun, you’re totally jealous! That’s so cute! Is it because I don’t call you by your first name?”

Yes. Yes, it is. Why would you say you love him and call another guy by his first name? But now that Togame hears himself, he wonders if he’s just being crazy. He’s ashamed of himself now.

“Don’t sulk like that, Jo-kun. I was too shy to call you so intimately, you know!”

Togame feels like he’s being pacified... but he doesn’t hate it. He pulls you closer to him, engulfing you in a side hug, letting you nuzzle up to him. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I don’t really care.”

He feels crazy. Seeing you with another man brought him to the edge of insanity. Luckily, Togame is not someone who backs down so easily. He watches you laughing and wonders when you’ll finally realize his feelings.

Maybe if he deals with Umemiya Hajime, you’ll finally be his and his alone?

ENDO YAMATO -> DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU

From the start, Endo can see that you and him are similar.

The two of you hide behind smiles, faking feelings until you lose track of what you actually feel. Trying to put a brave front and succeeding so much that everyone thinks you’re a self-obsessed, entitled brat with the ego of Mount Fuji.

Maybe he’s so full of himself that he sees so much of himself in you and he falls in love.

Despairingly.

Because you immediately call him out on his feelings, warning him that you don’t feel the same way.

Perhaps he truly is so sure of himself because he tells you that he will wait for you, however long it takes. As if waiting for you can make you love him.

“You’re hurt again!” Is the first thing you say when Endo walks to you today. Your eyebrows are immediately scrunched, eyes glowing in worry.

When he’s hurt, he feels like he’s the only one in your eyes.

You carefully examine the gash on his arm, delicately tracing the ends of the wound. Endo winces a bit. “Does that hurt? I’ll get a first aid kit.”

Endo watches in awe as your fingers move quickly, dressing his wound with the finesse of a nurse. You don’t catch him staring, too busy on your handiwork. On him.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to.” He says, hoping you’ll say otherwise.

“Mhm. But I did.”

“So why did you?” Endo feels like an attention-seeking child.

You close the first aid kit and look at him, sighing. “Because I care about you.”

His eyes must’ve glimmered with hope, because you quickly added, “You get hurt a lot, so I worry about you.”

“It’s because.. my head is not at the right place today.” Oh, he’s so desperate to get you to pay attention to him.

Who cares if he purposefully angers Chika? Maybe one of these days you’ll catch the guy beating him to a pulp with your own eyes and you’ll stop spending so much time with that devil. Who cares if he let Chika throw that punch? The more cuts he has, the better. That means you’ll spend more time dressing him up.

“What’s wrong?”

Endo shakes his head. “You won’t understand.”

He has long learned that you never back down from a challenge.

“Really? Try me.”

See? Endo smiles, “What do you do when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back?”

There’s an indecipherable emotion in your eyes.

“What do you do...” Endo muses, “when you’ve tried to forget about this person, but you can’t?” He lets you hold his hand, inching closer to lean on you for comfort, “I think I love her with every fibre of my being.”

“Maybe someday she’ll return your feelings too.”

Endo closes his eyes and smiles. You spew out such beautiful lies, he fears he’ll start to believe them soon. “I hope so.”

“Yamato-kun. If someday...” your voice wavers, “if someday I were to return your feelings, would you still accept me?”

You know just how to play with his heart. Even so, he will take any chance that he gets. He grips your shoulders, staring into your eyes unblinkingly. “Yes. I told you I’ll wait.”

“Really?”

“How do you want me to prove it to you?”

You gaze at him. “Kiss me.”

Endo wants to cry. What is this game you’re playing now? Do you want to make sure he will never move on from you? To make sure he is so in love with you that he will do anything for you without hesitation? How much crueler can you be?

And how stupid is he?

He moves slowly, making sure that you’re not going to take back what you said. All you do is look at him with expectant eyes, not moving from your position, daring him to actually do it.

So Endo kisses you. And whatever doubts he has about his relationship with you disappears into thin air. All his rationale goes flying out the window. The electricity he feels when his lips move against yours can light a whole city.

You’re the first one to pull away, leaving him gazing at you helplessly.

“I’ll do it however many times you want.”

You merely smile in reply.

Well, you did warn him. But when has Endo ever let a warning stop him? You’re so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that even when the consequences of his actions leave him dying from a broken heart, Endo doesn’t think he will ever regret his choices.

TAKIISHI CHIKA -> SHE MAKES THE DEVIL WET HIS BED AT NIGHTTIME !

Takiishi isn’t used to chasing after people.

Even now, he tries not to show you how much he likes you. He knows you’re a sadist; he’s not blind to the long line of guys that you have left begging on their knees... and how you revel at their tears.

But Takiishi just can’t control himself when you get friendly with other guys. He knows that sometimes you do it purposefully. Why, he has no idea. Maybe you want to remind him that you’re able to leave him anytime, that he should stay on his knees for you.

Even without you testing him, Takiishi will always spend his lifetime begging for a fraction of your affection. He doesn’t care about what he has to do as long as he can be with you.

“Chika-kun.”

He already knows what you’re going to say next. “You know why I beat the shit out of him.” He states, getting up from his seat. “He loves it when you take care of his injuries. You know that.”

You sigh and close the door behind you. “Perhaps. Does that anger you?”

Takiishi wonders why you like to test his patience. No matter what you do, he can never bring himself to hurt you. He can’t even say anything that might offend you.

“Why do you not like me?” Takiishi questions, “Yet, you still linger around me. Why?”

He doesn’t even dare to slam the wall next to you, opting instead to cage you with his arms.

“Who says I don’t like you?”

“You..”

“I like you, Chika-kun.” There’s sincerity in your voice, but you’re not done. “It’s just that.. I also like Yamato-kun, Hajime-kun—”

“Stop.” Takiishi growls, “Do you want me to beat all of them to a pulp? You know that’s what I will do every time you say their name in my presence.”

“And give Yamato-kun another reason to spend more time with me? Make me visit Hajime-kun until his wounds are completely healed? Because you know they will let you throw that punch,” you whisper in his ear sweetly, “so I can take pity on them.”

Takiishi wants to scream, but no sound came out.

“But you will always win, Chika-kun. You’re the strongest fighter, after all. With no wound to dress, who will take pity on you?”

God, you’re mean today.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what he did, or what to say. He just wants you to stop being so cruel.

You laugh. “Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know. Anything. Everything.”

Finally deciding to take pity on him, you hug him, feeling his arms immediately snaking around your waist to pull your closer. You let him rest his chin on top of your head.

“Oh, Chika-kun. How can I ever leave you?”

“Don’t.”

If anyone were to see the Takiishi Chika, speaking so softly and acting so defeated, his reputation would’ve crumbled to the ground. Thankfully you’re not just anyone— you’re the only weakness he has, the one thing he will never let go.

No matter how bloody his hands get, he will make sure to take care of your long line of guys so that he will be the last man standing.

[gatorbites-imagines]

My favorite mermen are ones based on either eels, deep sea fish, or octopi.

Bucky as an Eel merman makes my brain brrr cause eels are seen as creepy and scary but honestly they can be super sweet. Yeah, they are dangerous, electric eels can generate up to 600 volts which is enough to kill a person on it own (but typically muscle spasms and paralysis cause the person to drown)

Especially when they become accustomed to humans, they are literally just DOGS. My favorite is Valerie Taylor and the spotted moray eel she befriended, like. It acts like a puppy around her 😭

Merman Bucky Barnes x male reader 

Headcanons 

Happy mermay everybody

I went with moray eel Bucky, cuz I think their pharyngeal jaw is cool. I think thats what its called,,,, ive been thinking about other avengers, and I feel like Tony would be some colorful fish. I like the mental image of seal Steve,,, its cute,,, 

Imagine in this world, SHIELD is a company of some kind, that researches the ocean, environment, and helps preserve it. And then imagine, you being one of SHIELDs “agent”, aka, researchers. 

You get your own comfortably sized home near the ocean, quite isolated from the rest of the world, but the nearest town is only 45 minutes away in your truck. 

you have everything you need, and incredible internet, thanks to the tech you were given by your employers. Nicky Fury was a scary and intense guy, but he provided his people with the best gear out there. 

The first good while, nothing special happens. You put on your wetsuit, oxygen, fins, a bag for all the interesting things you find, and everything else. And splash, you are in the cold waters every single day, looking at this and that. 

You were too amazed by the marine-life and cool rocks to notice the large shape huddled amongst the rocks staring at you, he just blended really well with the shadows. 

Bucky would of course be interested in you, since where you were sent to research hadnt been visited by many people, and especially not ones diving underwater. 

Imagine the absolute terror you feel when you swim past his huddling place, and his hand reaches out and loosely grabs your ankle. Bucky would be amazed at the massive amounts of bubbles coming out around your mouth-piece as you scream 

Merpeople weren't extremely rare, but most lived deeper in the sea or in warmer areas of the world, so seeing one here was a shock to you. 

It was easy to see that he was a moray eel merman, from his tail, to his markings and claws, as well as the second set of jaws you could see in the back of his throat between his parted lips. 

Merpeople weren't stupid, and a good chunk knew at least a little of the local language, so you two were able to have a stunted conversation after you tempt Bucky to swim to the surface. 

Seeing Bucky out of the water, draped across the beach, made it obvious how very attractive he was. You did feel bad when you finally noticed his missing arm, and the many scars on his body. 

You two end up growing closer, Bucky even allowing you to touch his long powerful tail. Its pretty gross, covered in mucus and squishy to the touch. You are lucky his mucus doesn't have toxin in it. 

His human half is covered in the mucus too, but after realizing you don't like the feeling of it between your fingers, Bucky starts washing it off in the water before dragging himself ashore. It secretes out after a while, but all his effort is very cute. 

All the time you two spend together helps Bucky learn a lot more English, and he's very quick to pick it up, meaning the conversations go from surface level to something deeper. 

Its not on purpose that Bucky ends up becoming pretty possessive over you, he just does. And yeah, he's chasing off any other curious mer, or fish. This is his territory now, and only he is allowed to drape himself across your lap and receive scritches. 

I could see Bucky being just as curious about your human body as you are his mer body. So, expect to wear a lot of shorts so he can pet your legs or wiggle your toes.  

He will flop his long heavy tail over your lap in the meantime. Its both because you are curious as a scientist or whatever you are, but also because it feels nice to be touched. Your hands and body are just so nice and warm compared to his clammy body. 

With SHIELDs help, you are able to make an arm for Bucky. And Bucky, well, he immediately takes it as a courting gift, because why else would you give it to him. 

Plus, he's been able to smell your attraction to him whenever you guys go swimming, especially the times where you just wear swim trunks and paddle along beside him. 

Kissing a mer is really clumsy and awkward the first multiple times, especially one with sharp teeth and more than one row of teeth like Bucky. 

The first time you two try to slip tongue into it, Bucky almost bites your tongue right off with his second set of jaws. The merman feels horrible about it and ends up curling up inside a rock formation for a few days. He only comes out when you put on your gear and swim down to see him. 

I could imagine Bucky, after you two become a thing, mourns how he isnt human. He will always be stuck in the sea, and he knows you love the ocean, but you are human, and there are times when you need to leave him behind. 

Those times where you have to leave, be it to pick up supplies, report to SHIELD, or the time or two where you had to present a subject to a huge crowd, Bucky always lingers around, waiting for your return. 

Maybe you two figure out a way for him to drag his way into your home, like, having dug out a path he can drag himself without being dried out, and placing a huge tub he can soak in. Maybe those in the floor beds.  

That means he can at least watch tv when you are away, he's always waiting and yearning though. It's so strange to yearn for someone when he's been alone for so long, but love does that to a person, or mer. 

You are just as excited to get back to him as well, meaning you are always hurrying out of whatever meetings you were called into.  

[keithyp00]

•┈••✦ Timeless ✦••┈•

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings/Tags: romance, slow burn, wistful with a hopeful ending, flashbacks and emotional reflections, kissing

Song Inspiration: Timeless by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 745

Author Note: Hello again! Thank all of you for the continued support on my stories, and I'm hopefully going to maintain a schedule of one story a night if everything goes to plan. But this is one I'm very proud of and it's based off my favorite Taylor vault track. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Please do not copy or translate any of my works. Thank you!

The rain hadn't let up all day. It was one of those soft, steady drizzles that made the world seem just a little but quieter. You were spending the weekend at your friend and her family's house, helping them sort through old boxes in the attic, when you found it: a dusty photo album tucked beneath a stack of yellowed newspapers.

You opened it out of curiosity, not expecting much.

And then you saw his face.

Dark hair, blue eyes, that smile like he knew something you didn't.

He was standing next to someone who looked startlingly like you- different dress and decade though not a relative, but the resemblance was uncanny.

You stared- heart thudding- as you read the small handwritten caption beneath the photo: "James and Eleanor- Coney Island, 1942."

James.

Your breath caught.

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You didn't mention the photo to anyone. Not at first.

But that night, you dreamed of it. Of boardwalk lights and laughter. Of a man with eyes like winter skies and a touch that made your heart ache.

You'd never met James Buchanan Barnes, not in that life. But now- now you see him almost daily. Sitting across from you in meetings, walking the compound hallways, nodding politely with a smile that always felt a little too knowing.

Bucky.

It was stupid. You kept telling yourself that. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew him. Not from the history books. But from something older. Something deeper.

One afternoon, you found yourself blurting it out before you could even process the words leaving your lips.

"I saw a photo of someone who looked exactly like you. From the '40s, standing next to a pretty young woman.."

He didn't laugh. Didn't call you crazy.

Instead, Bucky stared for a long moment before quietly asking, "what was her name?"

"Eleanor," you whispered.

His lips parted. "Ellie," he said, like a distant memory just coming forward.

And you knew. Somehow, you knew.

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Things changed after that.

He started sitting closer. Talking longer. Asking questions that lingered between personal and careful.

You watched old movies together. Danced in the hallway when no one else was around to watch. He took you to a vintage bookstore in Brooklyn and didn't say a word when you held up a photo of a 1940s ballroom dress and smiled softly to yourself.

"I used to dream about nights like that," you murmured.

"I used to live them," he said.

You turned, heart pounding. "Do you think... we would've found each other?"

His gaze burned into you. "I think we did."

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Time, as always, didn't stop. Missions pulled you apart. Moments tested the quiet magic that held the two of you together.

There were weeks you didn't see each other. Days when the world seemed too heavy to carry.

But somehow, you always found your way back.

And one night- long after the compound had gone still- you found him on the rooftop. Rain threatening in the air. Moonlight catching the silver glint of his arm

He turned as you approached, something vulnerable in his eyes.

"I've lived a long time," he started.

You took another step closer. "I know."

"I've lost a lot."

"I know that too."

"I think I've loved you before."

You stopped breathing. And then: "I think I've loved you in every lifetime, Bucky."

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You didn't need a grand confession.

He just stepped forward, took your face in his hands like you were made of glass and he had been waiting his entire life to just touch you.

And then he kissed you.

It was soft. Slow. So filled with emotion it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

When you pulled apart, neither of you said anything. You didn't need to.

Because whether it was in 1942 or the present, with war between you or peace, vintage dresses or mission gear- the love between you two was real.

It had waited.

And now, it was here.

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You kept the photo in your room.

Sometimes, he'd glance at it and smile softly, reliving the fond memory in the sea of trauma he had lived throughout his life.

"She had your eyes," he said once, tracing the edge of the image with his fingertips. "Same way they lit up when she laughed."

You leaned into him. "And you- James or Bucky- you seemed to always have this way of looking at her like she was your entire world."

He pulled you closer. "You still are."

[howlingmod]

I never asked anyone like you for a request (beacuse I just never asked for it) but can you do a father figure 007n7 x reader? If you don't mind, I might refrence your work into mine if i ever wanted to because i think it looks nice

[hugs from zyran]

summary - 007n7 + child reader (platonic), also c00lkid is here

misc - So. I may have gotten carried away. this doesn't fit the prompt the best. (MY BAD. genuinely very sorry i was struggling). but i would be more than happy to do follow up or something im really a fan of this reader. lot of fun ideas to be had

-You were a weird kid. You couldn't remember much of where you came from and how you got where you were, couldn't think of anyone you could call your family, couldn't think of anywhere you could call home. With nothing to tie you down, you had to learn how to adapt to your surroundings.

-You learned how to lay low, hiding in plain sight and vanishing into crowds. If people did take notice of you, you knew exactly how to lose them in aisles and busy cities, making sure you got lost in all the action before they could get anywhere near you. You didn't want (or need, thank you very much) anyones help. You heard enough stories to let you know you'd just get tossed in with the rest of the unfortunate to be forgotten until you turned 18, and you'd much rather spend your days seeing the world.

-With all that you picked up from your surroundings, you eventually gained an interest in exploiting. You'd only seenn it yourself a few times, watching some other teens clip through walls to steal a few drinks from a gas station or something equally mundane, but you'd heard enough stories to have you hooked. You'd heard enough tales that people whispered to eachother about, seen the strictly-titled books detailing some of the most infamous that lined the scarcely visited corners of libraries, and you knew what you had to do next.

-It wasn't easy, not by any means, but you made it work. It's not exactly easy to get tutorials on something so looked down upon, especially the more advanced hacks, but you had all the time in the world to explore. Over time, you honed your craft, moving from slamming your hands into walls when it didn't work to effortlessly slipping through them. You just had to keep practicing and time would tell.

-Since it wasn't exactly easy to consistently secure food without any money or alerting others to your orphaned state, you started to implement your newfound skills to your daily routine. Only problem was it just forced you to realize some of the errors in your practice. It came to a head one night when you decided to try your luck with a local pizza place.

By that point, you were starving. It'd been a while since you'd eaten anything and you were exhausted from researching all day. Looking back on it now, that was probably big part of why things didn't go too well that night. You'd come up late, wanting to limit the number of possible witnesses.

There was one employee you'd spotted while cloaked heading out for a smoke break, so you'd have to carry out your attack before they got back. After sneaking around them, you'd looked in through one of the very corners of the windows, spotting one cashier and two customers. Not great conditions but you could make it work, at this rate you had to with how your stomsch was killing you.

Readying your nerves, you'd walked back to what you presumed to be the exterior walls of the kitchen. With another breath, you stepped forward, slipping through them with ease and starting your mental timer before the other employee returned. You had to be quick, analyzing your surroundings the moment you came to, completely unaware your sudden entry wasn't at all hidden from the customers thanks to a large doorway you weren't able to see from the window.

There were a few pizzas that seemed ready to go, though they weren't yet boxed up. You looked around for a stack of cardboard, hastily snatching one up the moment you spotted them and slipping one of the pizzas into it. You'd underestimated the weight of it, watching it slip off the lip of the box and onto the floor with a muted splat. You hissed, biting your lip in embarassment before brushing it off. You only had so much time, you couldn't cry over spilled pizza.

The next one went in fine, much to your hushed delight, and you made your way back out. The moment you passed the walls threshold you stopped. One pizza could last you a day or two but two pizzas could last you even longer. Without a second thought, you set the first box down, turned around, and made your way for another. This time, you didn't pick up on the exchange that started with your arrival.

"Papa! Look!" C00lkid cheered, pointing into the kitchen excitedly.

"Huh?" 007n7 looked where his son was pointing, being met with nothing. It was curious but he couldn't pay attention to it right now, busy with ordering.

You found another two pizzas, carefully inching them over into boxes and stacked them up. While you were at it, you decided to pick up a few sodas, you could use the sugar, you were getting pretty tired out lately. Once you'd carefully arranged your haul, you sized it up. It would be a lot to carry and you weren't too confident in balancing it all as you walked. There had to be some bags around here...

Just as you began to scour around, C00lkid separated from his father, quietly padding over to get a better look into the kitchen. He stood and watched as you dug around, looking in boxes and scrambling through the contents of drawers. Finally, you'd managed to find a stack of plastic bags in one box, temporarily struggling to peel one away from the others before you began to quietly open it up, wincing as it crinkled.

At the same moment you got back to your pile of food and began to put it away, everything came crashing down. The back door began to swing open, the other employee walking in with tired eyes before they caught sight of you, shooting wide open.

"Papa, look! There's a-"

"THIEF!"

You jolted upright, staring back like a deer in headlights before scrambling to get everything into the bag. One can clattered onto the floor, narrowly missing the plastic. They stood in shock while the cashier rounded the corner to see you as well, immediately darting over to try and catch you. Just as their arms tried to cage you in, you clipped through them, just barely keeping your bag with you.

"HACKER?!" The other employee shouted, still in shock.

The commotion had pulled n7 from his daze, drawing him over to his son, if only to make sure he didn't get caught in the crossfire. He wasn't sure what he expected to see when he looked into the kitchen, but he certainly wasn't expecting you. He'd seen you just a few seconds before you managed to get back through the wall, hardly disturbing a thing in your way. He recognized the exact exploit you were using as one of the first ones he'd ever learned. You were a novice for sure but, this young? You were well ahead of where he was at your age.

"Oh, for the love of God," Elliot groaned, staring at the spot you'd been moments prior before hiding his face in his hands.

"Should we like .. call someone?" The other asked, giving him a lost look.

"I don't even care, man."

-For the next few days, n7 couldn't stop thinking about the whole ordeal. Sure, he'd seen plenty of hackers before, of all different times and from all different scenes but .. you stuck with him. You looked so scrawny, so small. Maybe being a parent had made him soft- No, it definitely had, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. He did the same thing but he just did it for fun, you clearly had some need for it. Kids don't just look like that, learn this and steal food for no reason, that wouldn't make sense. You were long gone by the time they got outside, not like he'd expected you to stay around the scene long. C00lkid had helped him look around for a little bit to no avail, you made yourself vanish within seconds.

-It'd rained a few days later and he couldn't help but feel sick. He didn't know your situation but the guilt of just watching you run off was eating him alive. He found himself staring out the window, looking for something that never showed up. That night, he laid awake, staring up at the ceiling and listening to every drop hit the roof. The hours crawled by and sleep never found him. He couldn't live like this.

-The next day he'd dropped C00lkid off at school he'd asked Noli to pick him up and watch him till he got back, as he'd be busy with something. Noli had tried to ask him about it but only got a 'I'll tell you later,' in reply. He was too caught up in your case to explain himself right now. He'd tried to look for any reports on similar, recent cases but came up with next to nothing. You'd been keeping your exploiting on the down low for a while now if he had to guess, going off how .. iffy, your pizza heist had gone, that had clearly been your capstone project, an over extension of your abilities.

-You'd been keeping yourself out of trouble then, which was good. However, it gave him one location to go off of, which wasn't as good. Considering you hadn't teleported away, he figured you either A) hadn't learned how to yet, or B) lived in the area. With little else to go off of, he had to hope it was B, as he began his search. He looked into every alley he passed by, reluctantly going down each of them and scouring every corner of them. In a few especially embarrassing examples he'd been caught looking into dumpsters and turning over cardboard boxes, offering up a half-assed excuse about losing something that made most people narrow their eyes and slowly turn away, if only to make distance between him and them.

-He'd continued looking until the sun was just a few hours from the horizon with not a single clue or lead under his belt. Dreadfully, the idea that you were whole cities away began to creep into the forefront of his mind. It was only when he'd stopped into a convenience store for water that he'd gotten a lead.

"Long day?" The cashier asked, eyeing him up suspiciously. He wasn't in the best shape out of breath and distressed by hours of digging through dirty streets and other people's garbage.

"Ah, something like that," he laughed breathlessly, rubbing at his neck. He looked around the store idly, spotting the typical monitor of security cameras hanging up near the ceiling. He'd gazed into it, finding himself in one of the sightlines. Without a second thought, he asked, "Have you had anything get stolen recently?"

"Oh, are you kidding me? Every day some punk comes in here trying their luck, thinking they're a tough guy," they huffed, irritation hardening their voice, "Why? Is that a threat?"

"Oh! No, no, nothing like that! I just ... I know this is going to sound crazy, but I'm looking for someone and uh, the only thing I know about them is that they ..."

"Rob innocent people?"

"Borrow things," n7 winced, "Listen, I know that sounds bad but they're just a kid, I'm worried about them. I've got a son of my own and I just can't imagine what I'd do if I saw him in that kind of state doing things like this."

They cooled a little at that, shoulders lowering.

"I know you've probably got every reason not to tell me but I have to try, they deserve a chance, don't they?"

n7 stared at them, watching as they tapped their fingers on the counter and looked everywhere but at him. After a few long moments, they cracked, hunching over with a sigh, "I think I might know who you're talking about. I caught them here a few nights ago, from what I've heard they live somewhere near the park, under the bridge or in that storage shed, I'm not sure. Not my circus, not my monkeys."

n7 lit up at that, perking up instantly, "Oh- Thank you, you don't know how long i've been looking. Really, I can't thank you enough."

"Just get that kid far away from my store, I already deal with enough sticky fingers as is," They grunted in response.

-The moment n7 had paid for his stuff, he was out the door heading towards the park. Honestly, that should've been one of the first places he checked. He didn't have enough time to criticize his past decision, busy searching for a familiar figure.

-The bridge had been completely abandoned, only a few wrappers and empty cans left behind to insicate anyone had ever been there. Anything from your robbery was absent, leaving him to check the storage shed instead. He didn't pay any mind to the hefty padlock on the door, it was more for show than anything, if this really was where you were staying.

-Sure enough, the boxes and soda cans were one of the first things he found inside. There were a few raggedy sheets and a makeshift mattress out of a few others. You'd built up quite the stash of miscellanious belongings. Clearly, you'd been on your own for a bit, but just how long...? The pit in n7's stomach reappeared, deeper with even more guilt.

"Are you stalking me?" The sudden voice had caused him to nearly jump out of his skin, whipping around to see the owner of it. You were standing a few feet behind him, eyeing him up cautiously with a laptop tucked in one arm, the other clenched at your side.

"Wh- No, no I'm not stalking you. I just want to help you is all, it's not safe for you to be alone," He tried, making his voice as small and nonthreatening as possible. With the path you were on and your situation, he hardly expected you to be accomodating. He had to be careful of what he said here, one wrong word and the whole thing would fall apart.

"So you're stalking me."

"No, I'm- That's not," n7 stammered, struggling for the right thing to say. He wasn't exactly an expert in handling delicate situations, he barely even knew what he was doing with C00lkidd half the time.

"Weren't you an exploiter?" You asked, curioisity bleeding into your voice. There it was, that was an opening he could use, right? Find common ground then go from there ...

"Yes, I was. I see you've been learning. You're pretty impressive for a kid," you almost smiled at that, a twitch of the lips that was snatched away in an instant, corrected as soon as you noticed the slip-up.

"You aren't anymore. Why'd you stop?"

"Well, exploiting can hurt a lot of people. I ... I just wasn't proud of who I was, that's why I'm so w-"

You cut him off before he could even try segwaying into your situation, "That's stupid. You learned all that just to throw it away?"

n7 stiffened at that, this was clearly veering down the wrong path, derailing right before his eyes, "It's not throwing it away, it's just that you can't take advantage of people like that."

"Why shouldn't I? Not like they've done anything for me " you hissed, pulling your laptop up over your chest.

Fuck. This was going bad, really bad. You'd already taken a half-step back, you were so close to just running off and starting this whole process again. He got down on a knee, lowering to your height, "Listen, I know people haven't been kind to you and I'm so, so sorry for that. I can help you figure this out, I've got plenty of space and food- I've got a son just like you, actually."

You'd relaxed a little, setting your foot back down on the ground.

He smiled, "Or, if you don't trust me, I'd be happy to help you find someone else. I know there are plenty of people who'd be happy to take you in."

That set you off again. Instantly, any of the consideration you had was replaced with something more active, more aggressive. You clutched your arms around your laptop, hunching over it and grit your teeth, leering up at him, "Like I need your help! I'm not falling for this stupid trap, I'm not just gonna throw this all away! Just leave me alone!"

With that, you spun on your heel and ran through the wall, leaving him to spring up and stumble after you.

"I didn't mean it like that- I'm not gonna turn you in or anything. Just wait!"

He'd only caught you for a few seconds before he blinked, opening his eyes to see nothing. Where you'd been darting off moments ago, you were gone. Did you teleport? He hadn't seen any menu... He stared for a few seconds longer, scanning the horizon. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was around. You'd completely vanished.

He looked up at the sky, being met with sunset. The later half of one, too. When had it gotten so late? It'd been noon not too long ago. The sky was tinted with red, absent of any answers. Reluctantly, he turned away, heading back home. He'd have to try something else, maybe he should just call someone, he didn't have time to run around like this with C00lkidd. Speaking of which, how was he doing? He hoped he hadn't been too much trouble for Noli.

-***-

Your bones hurt, or maybe it was your muscles. Something was hurting, that's all you knew. You weren't too worried about it. From the way that shadow had made it out, you had all the time in the world to get better, stronger. The menu in front of you was stacked with new exploits, you'd been scrolling through it with glazed over eyes, each name drawing your interest with all the possibilities.

As you limbs laid heavy on the ground, your hand kept scrolling. You stopped briefly on one, '/fling.' You looked past the menu, finding a nearby log and typing in your best approximation of its ID. The second you hit execute, you watched it go flying, soaring through the sky until it inevitably hit the ground with a distant 'splash.' You smiled, a weak little laugh prying its way out of your scratchy throat. You spared your legs a glance, they looked so strange. Did you always look like this? Had you always had such sharp nails? Is that why everyone looked at you like that?

"Hey! That looks just like my dads!" A voice cried next to you, echoey and distorted. The owner plopped down by your side, leaning into your field of vision with a grin.

"He uses it to teleport us to school!" He beamed, rocking back and forth, "Can you teleport?"

You stared at the small boy out of the corner of your eye, meeting his excited, expectant eyes. Numbly, you shifted your eyes back towards the menu, finding the '/tp' and digging through your mind for a random ID number. Your fingers found the keys before they even registered in your mind, the screen an extension of your arm more than anything. As you hit 'execute,' a soda can fell and tipped over next to your knee.

The boy gasped, snatching the can up giddily, "Awesome! What else can you do?"

You found yourself looking for another command before you could even process his words, scrolling for the next object of interest. 'He looks so strange,' you thought, not too far off from how you looked, though. As he settled in to watch you work, you found you didn't mind either of your appearances.

[dollypopup]

honestly? I think Antonia and Luke are really cute together

Now, let it be known I am NOT a shipper, and I'm not following her or digging into anything. Everything I know is basically through osmosis when people tag stuff about it in the spaces I actually follow, and I think shipping real people who I will never know is weird and invasive, so let's get that clear

however, considering the narrative they've shown us, they seem like a pretty healthy couple. As furious as people get about them (and honestly, it's JUST because Antonia isn't Nicola, and thus many fans can't project onto her the way they do with Nicola), I think it's sweet that they turn work events into dates. I don't see what people are spouting about how she's 'fame hungry' or 'using him'. The woman was wide-eyed at BOSS. When they walked out of the car, she seemed entirely floored. And who wouldn't be? You're being subject to constant flash photography and tons of people demanding things of you. But they showed up, had a good time, and then went back to eat pasta in bed. At his other work events, like BAFTAs pre-party or the actual ceremony, they seem to make a time of it. Cuddling up, holding hands, giving cheek smooches.

I mean. . .come on. She's coming with him to a work event. No matter how glamorous it may look to us, it's still a work event. A work event in which she will often be left on her lonesome. But she gets dressed up and she comes with him and she makes a time of it. They get their pictures taken as a couple professionally, wear cute clothes, eat nice food, and hold hands. That's sweet!!!

Whilst I do not know her, what I DO know is what she's faced, and this woman stuck around through horrible vitriol from the fanbase, constant misogyny, insults about her body, her work, her very existence. They attacked her on her personal instagram pages, went after her family, made up malicious rumors about her, misgendered her, body shamed her. She watched what felt like the whole world want her boyfriend with another woman. She's a civilian. This is not a celebrity who is accustomed to fielding that kind of situation.

But she stayed.

That is capital L Loyalty, okay? Like, she must really, genuinely like him. And I'll be real: I'd stick it out for Luke, too, I mean, the man is a gem, but if this isn't baptism by fire, I do not know WHAT would be. People talk about 'oh, where are the real ones? There are no more real ones anymore'- I think she's a real one. As a woman who dates other women, if she put up with as much as Antonia did, and decided to stand by me? You don't let go of her. That's pretty rare.

Because what has she actually gotten out of the whole situation? Is she suddenly rich? Getting all these jobs? Has magazine covers and exclusive interviews? No. She seems to be making her life out of her own merit for the most part. I mean, people make fun of her being a working dancer and model picking up the less glamorous gigs, but what is that BUT making her life of her own merit? That's what most dancers DO. No, mostly what she's gotten out of it all is abusive commentary and a need for a much more private life- but on the other hand, she got a relationship with him. If that's not devotion, idk???

But even if she DID get a few gigs from his connections- so what? What would be SO wrong with that? There's no proof she has, but why would it be horrible? That's what networking and making connections IS. Luke's known for giving his loved ones a hand. He's been given one from them, too. This is a man who couchsurfed in his best friend's apartment, bartending to make ends meet. He knows what it's like to go without, so why would it be such a bad thing for him to help out someone he cares about? I'm not saying he has, but after everything she's had to deal with, yeah, I think she's well within her rights to be cheesing on a red carpet getting her face smooched for the world to see. Good for her! All things considered, they seem like a couple who spends a lot of personal time together, vacations, date nights, running errands, who make the most of the situation they're in. They're loved up, happy, hot people attending events together. Most couples are significantly worse in real life.

idk, from where I'm sitting, people have made all these assumptions to build their meanspirited narrative on. This idea that Luke is so hungry for fame, and so Antonia is, too. But I think @rainybraindays put it best.

"They are not "begging for the camera" they're attractive, and hes popular so photographers at these events know they can get a good deal on their work that features them. Theres no nda or blackmail, they're just a more lowkey couple, likely because neither seemed to be really searching for the fame, shes just dating a guy she cares for, and hes just pursuing his passion and hit big"

People are so harsh and critical of these two. First it's 'he wouldn't claim her!' (like luggage. the misogyny of it all) Now it's 'ugh, she's everywhere'. First it's 'she's evil and using him' then it's 'what he's put that poor girl through!' but the reality is, no matter those criticisms and bullying, they're happy with each other, and they've decided their relationship is pretty serious

And honestly they're really cute together

Fight me

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Since a few people have asked, here's my explanation for why I think the Doctor has regenerative dissonance

First off, if you don't know what regenerative dissonance is, i have a little essay/fake time lord dsm entry for it here. there's some stuff there that's a bit headcanony, but we don't have a ton of information on it in general anyway. tl;dr for that, regenerative dissonance is basically DID for time lords

The only character with regenerative dissonance we see is the Eleven (or the Multitude i think, but we mainly see their 11th regeneration, so that's what i'm going to call them). their regenerative dissonance is very overt (the other regenerations are able to use the body to speak and somewhat control their actions), but even still there are definitely similarities to how their brain works and how the doctor's does

there's a lot of instances of the doctor communicating with their past selves in their own head or talking about them still being active in their brain (most recently in this weeks episode). i'll put a few examples below

i think that despite this, the doctor doesn't actually realize this isn't normal because a) regeneration isn't talked about like that on gallifrey (an also they don't spend too much time around other time lords) so they don't really know what the normal experience is and b) what they have going on is different then the eleven, so clearly they don't have regenerative dissonance

[quietplace26]

Furina!MC au: Diary of Secrets Part 2

Notes: After some talking with a few friends, @arn9tails and @platinumrosetail, I managed to put together a part 2. I can't promise it's as good as part 1, or its yandere enough, but I tried. So, please enjoy.

Warnings: OCness, cringe, manipulation, yandere elements

It's been a few months since MC woke up back in her old world and as herself. She was happy, don't get her wrong, it's just... she doesn't know how to feel?

For everyone around her, it's been maybe 5 minutes, but for her, she's been gone 500 years, and in a video game at that! How could she even begin to explain that?!

She definitely has heavy trauma, but fearful at being called crazy, she reluctantly dons her 'Furina' mask, smiling happily and says she's perfectly fine.

Even if she can't stand the sight of most things blue or white, or the thought of being near water, or God forbid, a stage.

There was also the issue with her memory, she was... blurry, in a whole lot of spots. She's forgotten the name of friends and family, places, and even modern-day things like memes or sayings.

Again, using her 'Furina' mask, she easily brushes away questions and worries with easy lies... even when she herself was panicking mentally.

How could she have forgotten so much?! Even if it's been 500 years, how could she have forgotten THIS much of her old life!?

It's... it's not fair...

But... But things will get better! She'll bounce back! The bad memories... they'll go away eventually with time... Right?

...MC yawns as she unlocks the door to her new house and walks inside. Moving boxes laid everywhere in the room, along various other things.

After waking up back in her old world, MC, as much as she wanted to spend more time around her family, thought it would be better if finally moved out and found her own place live.

She also did this because she didn't want to continuously wake her family with nightmares. She couldn't even begin to think of a way to explain them to her family members.

Besides that, she threw herself into getting a new job that would keep her busy and her mind off darker things. It was horrible one, with awful customers and coworkers, but at least it kept her busy and paid well.

Yawning again, she tossed her keys on her makeshift kitchen table of moving boxes and kick off her shoes, slowly shuffling to past her darken living room to get to the bathroom to shower when-

A lamp she set up in the living room flickered on.

And MC sure as hell did not to turn it on.

Someone was in her living room. Someone was right behind her.

Slowly, MC turns her heard enough to glance over her shoulder, nervously looking into her living room, and sees-

"...N-Neuvillette?"

Neuvillette smiles when has he ever smiled like that?! at her as he gets up from her couch, slowly walking up to her with his arms spread out like he was going in for a hug.

"Ah, there you are. Come, let us return to Fontaine, Lady MC."

Screams immediately fills MCs house as she runs away, screaming in terror.

Like how the hell did Neuvillette get into her world, much less her house?! And how the hell did he know her true name?!

Her mind had just barely begun to recover after returning home, seeing Neuvillette sent her into a full-blown panic attack, making her think he was here to kill her.

But all the while she is thinking this, Neuvillette is worriedly following her through her home as she panics, only to take action when he sees her trying to escape out a window.

MC's panic only grows as ropes made of Hydro wraps around her, gently pulling her flailing form away from sweet freedom, and Neuvillette even puts her hands in handcuffs!

The Sovereign then places her oh so gently on her bed, still keeping the Hydro ropes around her trembling form as he sits beside her.

Slowly, carefully, he begins to tell her everything. How a reporter form the Steambird had snuck into the Palais and found her diary in her old room, posting all of its contents in the paper, and-

MC hears no more after that, blanking out on the spot as her trembles grew worse. Her face goes pale, and her eyes well up with tears.

Everyone in Fontaine knows the truth?! Knows that she knew things and still couldn't change the outcomes?! So many deaths... ah... that's why Neuvillette was here, he must be here to drag her back to Fontaine to put her on a trial again for her crimes-

A large, glove hand cups her cheek then, the thumb gently rubs under her eye, rubbing the tears away.

"Lady MC? Why are you crying?

MC flinches at the soft tone, looking at Neuvillette warily. She's never heard him use that gentle tone with anyone but the Melusines. And why was he touching her... like she was glass? Like she was precious?

Shouldn't he hate her?

"...Neuvillette, I- eep!"

She squeaks as he pulls her closer, letting her fall against his chest as he hugs her. His hands gently hold her close, refusing to let her squirm away as he quietly shushes her and asks for her to let him speak.

Tucked against the Sovereign's chest, MC had no choice but to listen, but even still, she was shocked to her core.

He, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign, Lord of the Vishaps, the Heart of the Primordial Sea, the Leviathan... apologizes to her.

He was sorry. Fontaine was sorry.

Peeking up from Neuvillette's chest, MC stares at him with teary eyes full of confusion. She felt so confused, lost... Was this real?

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice during his apology that Neuvillette pulls something out his pocket... only for MC to feel something click around her neck.

It was a necklace. One that kind of reminded her of a choker of sorts. But what really caught her attention was the Hydro vision hanging from it like a jewel.

Raising her cuffed hands, MC shakily traces the vision in shock. She knew this was the vision Neuvillette woud've eventually gave the original Furina in canon, but why her? MC wasn't-

But Neuvillette only hugs her tighter, rocking her in his arms as he slowly but surely calmed MC's trembles.

Soon the Hydro ropes vanished, and the cuffs were taken off MC's wrists, letting Neuvillette gently rub MC's wrists as the last of her trembles came to a stop.

This time she didn't fight his hug, letting herself fall against him as she clung to him, crying softly.

THIS was what she always wanted from Neuvillette during those long, lonely 500 years. Kindness, affection... And hearing him say he was sorry... it was doing things to her already fragile mental state.

It was like she was a fly to a honeytrap. She... She wanted more of that kindness, that affection.

After several minutes, Neuvillette finally pulls away. MC sits all docile on his lap, much calmer now, but still a little confused and teary eye.

Seeing that she was calm now, Neuvillette goes to explain everything once again, this time with MC listening properly.

Fontaine knew the truth... but no one hated her. In fact, everyone was horrified to learn what she went through, and most of all, they were worried about her.

They want to make it up to her, help her heal, be friends with her, get to know the REAL MC. Not Focalors, not 'Furina', MC.

"So... please come back to Fontaine with us, Lady MC."

MC nervously fiddles with her new vision necklace as she considers his words. Return to Fontaine? But her family and friends, her life-

Neuvillette cups her cheeks again and presses his forehead against hers, gently hushing her as he sees her start to become stress again.

"Lady MC, please, have no worries. You can return to your world whenever you want..."

(MC has no idea he lied to her then. Why should he and Fontaine let her return to this horrible, dirty world when Teyvat was a far better choice.)

MC sighs in relief at his words, smiling a real smile at Neuvillette before pausing.

Wait. Neuvillette said 'us'... that means-

As it would turn out, Neuvillette didn't come to your world alone.

Cause peeking into her bedroom was a group of familiar faces, all sharing the same worried, but guilty looks Neuvillette had.

What happens afterward was a lot of tearful apologies and hugs. MC was basically passed around like a doll, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed the hugs and cuddles.

By the time she was settled back on her bed next to Neuvillette she was rather tuckered out from all the emotional whiplash she went through in the past hour.

Which is why she didn't really question about the cookies the Melusines brought with them as she recognized the bag coming from a rather popular bakery in Fontaine.

She had no clue they were laced with some light sleeping drugs.

With fluffy Melusines snuggling against her and Neuvillette petting her head, she can't fight off the urge to yawn. Then the Ludex's hands urge her to lay down and she dozes off immediately, barely making out Neuvillette talking to the others...

Unknowing to her this would be her last day in her world, as she'll wake up back in Teyvat, back in Fontaine, in her old room at the Palais...

With a whole nation celebrating their dear and precious, TRUE Hydro Archon's return.

And when MC woke up later on, back in her old room at the Palais, she knew for a fact she should be more scared than she was. Why wasn't she more afraid? She didn't feel freaked out at all.

Especially when she sees all her things from her old house scattered all around the room, still in moving boxes. Hell, the sheets on her old bed were the same ones from her house!

That meant the others took her things with them. Why? She wasn't staying permanently, so-

She doesn't notice how at that moment, her new Hydro vision glows eerily around her neck, seemingly muffling her thoughts on being scared...

But then there was a knock on the door, and Neuvillette enters the room, and the odd feeling just completetly disappears as he walks up to her.

Kneeling before MC, Neuvillette smiles softly up at her as he welcomes her home, and she feels happy. She was happy. She was... home.

>Extra Notes<

The Hydro vision necklace is more or less a collar, hand crafted by Neuvillette and heavily empowered by his Sovereign Authority.

And like all visions in general, it messes with MC's mind somewhat, especially since she was technically an outlander now.

It was nothing too bad, but it definitely helped Neuvillette manipulate MC a lot easier.

And if she ever started to drift, start to question about going home, Fontaine would distract her, gently turning her attention elsewhere.

The Fontainian therapists Neuvillette assigned to MC were especially a big help with this, carefully talking through her trauma, but gently manipulating her enough to think that Fontaine was now a safe space for her.

Focalors was gone. She couldn't touch or control MC anymore.

The Melusines also helps out since they wanted their 'Mama' to feel safe and happy in Fontaine where she belonged.

MC definitely nearly cries the first time they called her mama, only to actually cry when they all sat her down to explain why it wasn't her fault Carole died.

Wriothesley also uses this chance to actually talk to MC, letting the former Archon hug him when he says he forgives her for not saving his child self or his foster siblings.

The cryo user does send a smug look to the others, especially a FUMMING Neuvillette, when he sees the jealous looks being thrown at him while he hugs MC. He even cheekily asks if she wants to join him for some tea.

Fontaine's best sculpture makers soon come forth to help recreate Fontaine's Archon statues, using a shy MC as obvious inspiration.

MC still couldn't believe Neuvillette and Fontaine destroyed all the statues... Only to stare up at the last remaining one.

Apparently Neuvillette saved this one for MC, as he felt it was her right to destroy it for all the misery Focalors put her through.

Of course, MC says she couldn't do it since she was too weak, but Neuvillette encourages her, gently lifting her hand up towards the statue, and a Hydro bubble begins to form.

The vision hanging from her neck glows, and in a fit of rage at remembering all of what Focalors put her through in those long 500 years, MC let loose a barrage of Hydro bubbles.

The hug Neuvillette gives her afterwards along with the promise to help her learn how to wield her new vision warms MC's heart as she returns the hug easily.

Hugs, as Neuvillette quickly found out, was something like a drug for MC. She's starved for any lick of affection, which is why is able to manipulate her even more to HIS side.

And not once does she truly notice how Neuvillette's become more handsy with her. More hugs, holding her hands or wrists as they walk, pulling her onto his lap as he reads through reports in his office.

She just melts against him, curling up onto his lap like a needy kitten.

It even gets to a point where MC (wearing some noise canceling headphones made by the Fontaine Research Insitute) could be even found snoozing on Neuvillette's lap during a trial.

Also, since her diary was revealed to everyone in Fontaine, this meant the House of Hearth heard everything as well, meaning Arlecchino reported this to the Tsarista, who in turn, assigns the House of Hearth to get on MC's good side since she had vauable information.

But Arlecchino was no fool, however. She knew MC would NOT appreciate her poking around her personal space after the past assassination attempt while she was still 'Furina', so she instead she sends Freminet.

From what she observed, the former Archon had a similar shy, quiet personality Freminet had, so he had a better chance of getting close to the former Archon.

What she and the other Hearth children weren't prepare for, however, was Freminet coming back in a rather good mood and a handmade penguin plush in hand.

Apparently, MC could knit? And, oh... he didn't come back with just a penguin.

In his bag was multiple little knitted plush toys for the other children. Lyney awing over his little cat plush that had a top hat, while Lynette hummed softly while she examined her own cat plush.

Her twitching cat ears, and tail showed she was happy with the tiny plush.

But what surprised Arlecchino the most... was that MC made her a plush of her own. A mini version of herself, complete with a tiny scythe.

Attached to her plush was a letter from MC. It said that she knew what the House of Hearth was doing, and while she didn't think she knew anything really important, she'll talk to Arlecchino as long as she and the Fatui didn't cause any trouble in Fontaine.

MC also admits that she was still absolutely terrified of her due to the, well, assassination attempt, but she didn't hate her.

Arlecchino had a job, and unfortunately, MC was in her way of that job, so...

... Arlecchino feels an odd feeling then. Was that... Guilt?

Needless to say, the House of Hearth joins in on Fontaine's yandereness and MC's protection squad.

However, there was a small issue with the Traveler and Paimon, as the two had no clue what happened in Fontaine since they were in Natlan at the time.

So, when they came snooping around for answers, it leads them to being immediately chucked into the Fortress.

Wriothesley doesn't even bother to give them a straight answer, instead smiling coldly as he tells the duo to mind their own damn business.

Sigewinne also joins in. Nothing silences a nosey soul fast than a tiny Melsuine nurse who had a cold smile on her face and holding a giant ass medical needle.

Fontaine wouldn't let all their hard work of getting MC into a better mental space go down the drain just because some people couldn't keep their noses out from where they don't belong.

Paimon also doesn't understand why she's getting cold looks from everyone when she talks rudely about 'Furina' like she normally does.

And after several months and many therapy sessions later, MC had stopped thinking about of her old life on earth all together, instead refocusing on Fontaine.

She had a life here. She had a home.

Any thought of family or friends, or even the life she had on earth had been pushed so far back it was nothing but a fog now...

She was the 'Hydro Archon'. The queen to Neuvillette's king.

And gold ring on her finger that matches the one on Neuvillette's own finger only strengthening this idea.

[dilly-dahlia]

"if y’all want more on specific characters just drop an ask i will gladly answer because it forces me to think about it" Okay.

Vylad.

(please)

guys i’m being so serious but Vylad has actually been so hard for me to figure out because he has such a pivotal role in my rewrite (even if he doesn’t show up for the beginning part) and i need to get like. that good feel for him which I DONT HAVE 😭😭

anyways. as opposed to the more sure “this is Vylad” post like I did with Garroth and Laurance and Dante and whoever else, this is kind of gonna be me throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks. it’s also gonna be me going over some concepts i have for him, even if they’re ones i decided not to go with. you will see me connecting dots in real time. but i promise Vylad is so important and i want to get him to a point that feels right for me!!

okay so we keep the basic mcd lore. affair baby, shadow knight, brought Adelaide (Aphmau) into the world, all that. but i’m gonna start at the beginning

okay, affair baby. i very briefly entertained the thought of Vincent being his birth father, especially since I think the two could have some neat parallels and like obvious similarities yk. plus (and this is more minor) there’s the fact that like, all of the Ro’Meave kids have a name that starts with the same letter as their parents, so like… V and V. ykyk. i decided not to do that cause i feel like that’d be a useless plot line anyway. i’m thinking more like Zianna sort of had a fling with a maritime merchant that often visited O’Khasis

so it’s obvious that Vylad is an affair baby. not only because of his very different appearance compared to his brothers but also because Garte literally announced it and humiliated Zianna. i haven’t figured out the exacts of that but he publicly humiliated her to teach her a lesson

it’s also widely known that Garte hates Vylad. however despite this, Garte took Vylad in as a subtle manipulating “look how kind i am taking in a child that isn’t mine” kind of way yk?? and in the public, at least when Vylad is young, Garte seems to treat him like his own. but in private it’s clear that Garte does not see Vylad as equal to the rest of the Ro’Meave line and kind of shuns him. like he doesn’t give Vylad the same resources his brothers had, especially in academic fields. so Vylad is kind of pushed to the side. Zane kind of plays into that to appease his father

he spends a lot of time with his mother, and with Garroth when Garte allows. Zianna and Garroth actually taught him to read, which is something he’s thankful for because he doesn’t think he would have learned otherwise. Garroth was also the one that was always protecting Vylad from harsh punishments, and a large conflict for Garroth about going to the guard academy was leaving his brother to fend for himself

but Vylad and Zianna spent a lot of time together. their favorite place to frequent is Zianna’s palace garden, where she teaches him the meanings of all sorts of plants and stuff. and when Garte locks Zianna away for whatever “lesson” he’s teaching her, Vylad always finds a way in to keep talking with her. that’s how he got so good at sneaking around later as a shadow knight

okay so as he got older he was sort of excluded more and more from public events. his absence kind of solidified in peoples heads like “oh Garte DOES NOT like this kid…” but Vylad doesn’t mind because he wouldn’t consider himself to be made for these events like the rest of his family

okay so his death. it was something that was semi-planned?? so this kind of serves as a double purpose to also build tensions with Tu’la and all that. so what had happened is that a Tu’la spy infiltrated the O’Khasian guard. and that spy rose through the ranks and became one of Garte’s most trusted and Garte was eventually confiding in them that he wanted Vylad gone, even bringing up a premeditated assassination. the spy took it as an opportunity to kind of put O’Khasis against itself and took it upon themselves to kill Vylad. so his death wasn’t exactly planned, but it was on its way.

so Vylad died when he’s about 16. and he’s actually one of the reasons i have shadow knights age the way they do because I considered having him be like forever sixteen, but i didn’t really like that. i don’t remember why though because i think that’s a fire idea now i might change it…

anyway he’s 16 when he dies. that’s also another reason Garroth isn’t very happy about his marriage to Nicole, because she’s the same age his brother would be, but that’s another topic i’ve already yapped about

back to Vylad!! so he was turned into a shadow knight because it was known that he’s a Ro’Meave, or at least introduced as one. because of this, Gene and whoever else (i haven’t decided who’s in charge) resurrect him assuming he has the blood of Esmund the Protector. when they discover that he doesn’t, they also kind of discard him and hide him away

Vylad eventually breaks out. idk how. but he does. and the thing is he had devised this entire plan to start a new life for himself because he was getting tired of constantly being pushed to the side because he isn’t who people want him to be. so when he breaks out, he steals an orb and herbs that Gene had been working with to plant false memories in someone. Vylad steals this stuff, goes to the Overworld, realizes he doesn’t have a clue what to do, and goes into the sacred forest seeking the help of Hyria

his plan is to give himself a new slate. erase his memories and fabricate a new life for himself to live—one where he would never disappoint anyone or be tossed away. he asks Hyria to help him, and she agrees

before she does that, though, she starts talking to Vylad about the Divine Warriors, warning him about dangers that may come with the memory change. she kind of sort of manipulated him into instead reincarnating Irene, and she kind of used the fact that Vylad is a people pleaser that just wants to be Vylad to convince him to take Irene.

he agrees. with the help of Hyria he created a fake life for this reincarnation to have lived and experience and hides those memories in the orb he stole. and then he starts his journey to find where to place her

now obviously we know he chose near Phoenix Drop. he chose this place because he had been scouting it out for a while beforehand and actually had the suspicion that the head guard was Garroth (who had faked his death at this point, but Vylad didn’t know). so he places the staff or whatever nearby and is absolutely appalled when a whole person just comes out of it. he panics and then she starts waking up and Vylad doesn’t know what to do and he remembers the orb and very quickly does the spell Hyria told him to do

and when she wakes up the first thing Vylad says to her is “Good morning, Adelaide. How did you sleep?” and he comes up with this whole story that she’s a mercenary and then whatever else i decided that i can’t remember now

and. Vylad named her Adelaide, and he named her that because it was a name his mother loves. she always said that if she had a daughter her name would be Adelaide, so to put some goodness into this new being he named her what the most good hearted person he knows would have

and until we get a proper introduction to him in my rewrite, Vylad will be a recurring motif. i haven’t decided what exactly he’s going to mean, but he will often come to Adelaide in dreams or Adelaide will often talk fondly about the person she travelled with before settling in Phoenix Drop

overall Vylad is very insecure. he has this looming fear that everyone he comes across hates him and in an attempt to get people to like him, he ends up being a people pleaser or quiet altogether.

and that’s all i have for him 😢 i wish i had more for you anon because i love Vylad so much and he’s so important to me but alas. i hope you enjoyed this regardless

once again if you wanna know about a specific character just drop an ask! if be happy to answer :)

[moody-alcoholic]

The Missing Piece

Chapter 16 - Night Out

Summary: Ghoap x fem!Reader, throuple. 2.9k words.

CW: alcohol, death, vomit.

AN: this is the first new chapter I am adding to this fic. I wanted to expand a little more from Chloe and planting the seeds of doubt, so enjoy.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

Enjoy <3

The first place you go when you make it back to the UK is the police station. They want a statement and to fill you in on their investigation. They give you a copy of their report so you can send it to your insurance company. Your TV and stereo was stolen, thank God you weren't renting it out this time.

John kindly gives you the name of a locksmith who will change them for you at a discount. You thank him and Kyle at the airport for everything not just the locksmith. They seem like nice people they’re all close which is good for such a tight unit.

The second place you go is back to your flat. There is still blue and white police tape stuck to the door handle. When you make it inside the place is a mess, Johnny helps you clean while you wait for the locksmith. Simon spends his time pacing around the flat looking in corners of rooms and between your shelves.

“You should install some cameras.” He says eventually. You sigh looking over at him holding the front door open looking at the damage to the lock. It was pried open with something, the police had to drill a temporary lock on the door to secure the flat.

“I don’t need cameras.” You say, besides you would have to take them all down if you were going to continue to rent the place out when you’re deployed.

“I can set them up for you. It’s no bother.” Simon says, you look up at him.

“It’s just a break in. It’s not the best area.” You admit.

“Maybe you should think about moving.” Johnny says throwing a pillow on the sofa.

“I can’t afford to move.” You say. Before any of them can respond you hear Chloe’s voice.

“Simon?” She asks, he steps back and lets her in. She looks winded like she’s rushed over here. She’s still dressed in her nurses uniform.

As soon as she sees you she rushes over throwing her arms around you. You smile hugging her back.

“I heard what happened with Jack.” You hear the break in her voice, her arms squeeze around you tightly.

“I’m okay.” You say squeezing her back.

“I’m going to kill him. I’ll fucking kill him.” She says. You break from the hug and look at her.

“Don’t be silly Clo.” She huffs and looks around the flat.

“What happened?” She asks.

“Someone broke in while I was away.”

“Fuck do you know who it was?” She asks looking over at Johnny.

“Not yet, the police are investigating.” You say. “Cuppa?” You walk past her heading into the kitchen.

“You’re being pretty calm about the whole thing.” She says as you fill the kettle up.

“It’s London, I spend a lot of time away from my flat. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to break in.”

“What did they take?” She asks.

“TV, stereo. I haven’t looked around properly let.” You sigh, the insurance will cover it but you’re not looking forward to the probably months you’ll have to argue with them.

“You’re lucky you it was empty. Could you imagine the negative reviews on Airbnb.” She chuckles sitting down at the table.

“How was your shift?” You ask looking her up and down.

“Long.” She says, you chuckle and hear Simon say hello to who you assume is the locksmith. You bring the kettle over to the table and sit down with her. “We should go out tonight. Get wasted, I could use a break. You definitely need one.”

“I don’t know.” You say, the thought of going out and getting pissed while you’re still on pain meds doesn’t sound like the best time.

“C’mon. Please, we won’t be out long, bit I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” She says, she’s giving you that look. The puppy dog eyes, you sigh as the kettle clicks. Maybe having a few drinks will help you sleep, and you do want to spend time with her.

“Okay, only a few though.” You say, she sequels reaching over for the kettle. Johnny sticks his head into the kitchen.

“Tea?” You ask him holding a mug up.

“Fuckin’ brits.” He sighs rolling his eyes and going over to Simon.

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Chloe picks you up from Johnny and Simon’s flat around 6. They weren't exactly to happy you were spending your first night out drinking with Chloe but they didn’t try and stop you.

“Be careful.” Simon says kissing your forehead as you pulled your jacket on.

“I will.”

“Call us if you need us to pick you up. Or if you need anything.” Johnny says taking his place and running his hands up your arms.

“I will don’t worry, it’s only a few drinks.” You promise him. He nods and leans down to kiss you. You promise them you’ll call them on the way home and leave to meet Chloe outside with a taxi.

You don’t go to a club, instead you find a little bar tucked away with a live band. You said you were going to take it easy but before you can stop her Chloe is ordering shots.

“So you fucking both of them?” She asks suddenly as she slams the empty shot glass down on the bar.

You almost choke on your shot turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that obvious?” You cough putting the glass down and picking up your cocktail to chase the burn the tequila leaves on your tongue.

“No. But I’m proud of you, they’re both fit as fuck. You’re one lucky girl.” She lets out a sigh sipping her drink. “You chose the easy life.”

“I chose the easy life?” You scoff.

“Yeah, whats easier working London generals A&E or being stuck on a base treating basic wounds?”

“I’ve been to warzones.” You reply.

“You’re safe come on, back to back 12 hour shifts or 8 hour days on an empty ward?”

“Empty wards can be boring.” You say sipping your drink. She chuckles and nudges you.

“Which one gives you more of a rush?” She asks raising an eyebrow.

You chuckle waving the bartender over. You’re going to need more then one shot biased on where this conversation is going.

“What are a shrink now?”

“Thinking about it.”

You laugh.

“No really, I mean it. Pediatric psychology. I want to get out the emergency room.”

You’re shocked but proud you hug her, she hugs you back. You close your eyes pressing a kiss into her neck.

“I’m so proud of you.” You say breaking from the hug.

“Yeah I did a few shifts with psych, I kind of fell in love with it.” She says blushing.

“Maybe you’ve had such a shit childhood you’re trying to make it better for others.” You laugh taking the shot.

“Maybe. I don’t know, I’ll never get a way from my family but maybe I can make it better for others.” She takes hers, theres a change in her voice.

“Clo-”

“Shut up. We’re supposed to be having fun.” She snaps pointing a finger in your face. You see her smile though and smile back. You send the next few minutes keeping the conversation light. You reminiscing about uni and work, you stay away from topics about her family or your work.

She’s more interested in picking your brain about Johnny and Simon.

“Think they’ll ever be up for a foursome?” She calls over the music. You laugh, it makes you lightheaded as your hand lands on her thigh.

“I’ll ask.” You say eventually, she winks at you. It makes a warmth bubble inside you, maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the somewhat near death experience you just had. You squeeze her thigh, maybe in another world if you never ran off to join the army there could have been something between you.

Chloe’s picks up on the vacant look in your eyes and rests her hand on yours squeezing it.

“Let’s get out of here.” She says throwing the rest of her drink back. You not slipping of the stool and wobble as you pull your jacket on. You’re not sure how long you’ve been at the bar for but the sky is dark and the night is cold when you make it outside. It’s a Tuesday night but the street is still busy as you walk down towards the main road.

“Offy?” She asks.

“I’ve got vodka at my flat.” You say recognising where you are.

“Sure you wanna stay there after the break in?” She asks.

“Yeah I might need you to stay over and protect me.” You chuckle, she laughs back looking her arm with yours and you cross the mains street.

“Whats that game? The one where you ask a question then you have to answer it and drink?”

One the way to your place you call Simon and Johnny to tell them you’ll be staying with Chloe at your place. When you get to your place Chloe goes straight to the freezer pulling out a bottle of vodka and bringing it over to the coffee table as you slump down on the sofa.

You want to turn some music on then you remember your stereo was nicked, you sigh instead as Chloe pours the shots.

“Getting drunk?” You chuckle as she sits down next to you.

“No, silly. Like I say ‘who’s better in bed Simon or Johnny?’ and then you tell me and drink.” She says, you laugh.

“Yeah I think you’re supposed to answer or drink.” You say going to pick your shot up.

“That’s boring.” She says picking hers up and you cheers them. You go to drink it but she doesn’t move, you raise an eyebrow.

“Who’s better in bed?” She asks again. You smile and take the shot.

“Fuck,” You squeeze your eyes closed as the thick liquid runs down your throat. “They’re both good in bed.” She chuckles seemingly satisfied with the answer. You reach over to refill the shot glasses. She hesitates before picking hers up. You see a darkness fall on her face.

“If you’re going to be sick I have a toilet.” You joke. She sighs dropping her hand and turning to look at you. You can see a shine in her eyes, you can see the tears forming. You rub her thigh turning so your body is straight.

“Whats wrong?” You ask, your mind clears for a second and you look at her with concern. She sighs looking up at you.

“I think I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see.” She says. You frown moving closer to her, your free hand goes to rub her back as the first tears spill over her eyes.

“When I heard what happened to you in Syria. I went straight back home, screamed at my dad to pull you out.” She scoffs. “Yeah, he wasn’t too happy about that.”

“I was okay. It-” You don’t know what to say, it was horrible but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I want to fucking kill him.” She snaps. “For what he did to you, to me at the party.” She sniffles and you reach over picking up a tissue for her. She takes it a blows her nose.

“I don’t think he’s worth 25 to life.” You say trying to keep the conversation light. She chuckles again. You wrap your arms around her pulling her against your chest. You kiss the top of your head.

“I had Johnny and Simon there. Their unit helped me.” You say after a few seconds of her sobbing in your arms. You start to rock her, your head suddenly clear you feel almost sober.

“What did you see?” You ask after her sobbing dies down. She sighs and reaches forward to pick up the shot glass, she downs it before turning back to you.

“I think my dad’s up to something.” She says “With Jack.”

“Like what?” you encourage her to keep going.

“I don’t know, something military related. I saw papers on his desk about weapons shipments.” You raise an eyebrow, you almost want to laugh.

“Your dads a general, it’s probably nothing.”

“I though that too but they weren't shipments for the US or the UK. It was for Al-Qatala.” You press your lips together, rubbing her back again.

“It could be anything. Al-Qatala have been causing problems all over the place. Your dad was probably using their shipping manifests to try and track them.” You explain.

“Maybe you’re right.” She sighs. “I just. I saw it then next thing I know you’re being questioned by Jack because they think you murdered someone.”

“Yeah. Well, I think Jack had his fun.” You whisper.

“What happened? They said you were in hospital. Did- did he hurt you.” She asks, her eyes filling with tears again.

“No, just dehydration.” You lie, you’re lucky, the only marks he left on you have faded or are hidden by your hair. “I told you. I had Johnny and Simon there. They came because you warned them, you did good.” You don’t know if it’s what she wants to hear but your head is starting to swim again and you want to try and end the night on a positive note.

“He got his ass handed to him.” Chloe says smiling.

“Yeah? From your dad?” You ask smiling back and reaching over for your shot.

“And his. He was like a fucking puppy with his tail tucked behind his legs being bartered by them both.”

“You should have taken a video.” You laugh downing the shot.

“Fuck, I didn’t think of that.” She chuckles. The mood seems to change after that and you spend the next hour going over ways you’d get Jack back if the law was not an issue. You’ve only ever seen Chloe cry a few times, she’s usually so bubbly.

When you’re half way through the bottle you decide to go to bed, you throw some PJ’s at Chloe and then you both climb into your bed together.

“Sleep tight, lightweight.” She says reaching over to turn the light off.

“You too, alcoholic.” You yawn hearing her chuckle before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

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You’re woken by the sound of your doorbell. Your head swimming and your mouth is dry. You look over in the bed and it’s empty. Chloe must have already left, you see the PJ’s she was sleeping in thrown on the floor.

The doorbell rings again and the person knocks too calling your name. You wobble over to it and look through the peephole. It’s Johnny and Simon. You frown unlocking the door and letting them in.

“Christ, thank God you’re okay.” Johnny says throwing his arms around you. You break from the hug confused, Simon’s looking around your flat.

“What’s going on. You’re worrying me.” Johnny looks over at Simon who’s coming out of your bedroom.

“Let’s sit down.” Johnny says guiding you over to the sofa. The bottle of vodka is still on the coffee table the ice has melted leaving a ring of water. Simon comes over to stand on the other side of the coffee table. You swallow the lump in your throat, your stomach is doing jumping jacks.

“Chloe didn’t make it home last night.” Johnny says. You nod.

“Yeah she stayed here. I messaged you right?” You say looking up at Simon who nods. Johnny's hand rubs your back.

“Yeah, but thats not the problem.” He says, he hesitates sighing. “She was found dead this morning.”

It almost doesn’t feel real, you want to laugh. “What?” Is all you manage to say, your hands start to tingle, your head starts to swim again and you feel sick.

“What?” You ask again, but you choke on the word, you look up at Johnny, you know he’s being serious.

“They think she was still under the influence when she left your place and fell into the river. Her body was found on the bank when the tide went down.” His other hand comes to rub your leg. “I’m so sorry, I know you were close.”

You don’t know what to say, all you feel is the overwhelming urge to vomit, you try to swallow it down but it doesn’t go away and before you know it your rushing through your flat to the toilet. You heave into the bowl, the smell of alcohol hits your nose as you empty your stomach.

Johnny kneels down behind you, pulling your hair out your face and holding it back. You keep going until there is nothing left but bile. Your heaving turns into sobs as your body shakes against the toilet bowl. You look up at Simon standing in the doorway with a glass of water and a sad look in his eyes.

You sob and throw yourself into Johnny’s arms. You can’t believe it, she’s dead. Your best friend is dead.

“Shh, I know, it’s okay.” He says as he strokes your hair.

It feels wrong, she had so much life. Now it’s gone all because of one stupid night. No, Chloe’s not that stupid, she wouldn’t fall into the river and even if she did she knows how to swim.

Maybe you just want someone to blame other then yourself but, you can’t help thinking back to your last conversation. What if she was right, what if she did see something she wasn’t supposed to see.

Who cares, now she’s dead. She’s dead and you’re never going to see her again.

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tos!looey refusing to get his injuries healed & glisten being the one to drag him to sprout & cosmo is so funny to me-

especially cause in game its implied through one of sprout and glisten’s elevator dialogues that glisten tends to hide injuries (the one about the crack on his mirror). is he the world’s biggest hypocrite or did this trait just not translate to his tos version?

OH ABSOLUTELY HE DOES THAT. even before that dialogue came out i headcanoned that glisten hides his injuries because it. Makes sense yk. he would be the same way in tos but the only difference is that looey is there to either tend to him themself or drag glisten to sprout and cosmo to get patched up, i dont think hed put up the same fight but hed be. Not happy. at all.

theres really no point in hiding stuff like that from looey, of course that doesn't stop glisten but they find about about most everything eventually since they spend so much time together GVXKFNFK part of why glisten is a Little Mentally Healthier in this au is because he knows that looey knows about all of his imperfections, but loves him to death anyways. Again that doesnt stop him from trying to insist that hes perfect in front of looey, but looey has seen him at his lowest so many times that he doesnt try As Hard when its just the two of them. He lets himself relax and let go of the whole perfection thing sometimes, even, rarely,,,, theyre able to relate to each other a lot in how they worry of other peoples perception of them.

got a little off topic there, but yeah. Glisten would def hide his injuries but looey will always find out eventually and make him take care of it, looey doesnt really hide them he more just gets hurt and then doesnt give a fuck and then glisten has to chase him the fuck around in circles until he can finally tackle them to the ground and get his wound patched up.