#i don't blame him for playing neutral with a lot of these things. i do not envy the position he's put in by the spn fandom

[angelsdean]

I think disliking jensen is fair considering what he has done in the past and not apologized for. It's not wrong to think that he is in some degrees the same person he was then because he hasn't done that much to change except get more quiet about it. I'm not sure it is fair to be mad at people for their dislike of him

no idc if ppl don't like him but i DO think the blatant twisting of words / situations and refusing to see the whole picture and consider context just to vilify him is not fair. like you Know those cons are full of rabid j///2 fans, many of which have crossed boundaries over the yrs and sent death threats to jensen's wife / family over destiel shit. of course he's going to be more careful / quiet in those situations. holding someone to their past actions of over a decade ago and refusing to let people grow and change their opinion is a horrible mentality to have. believing the worst in people is so toxic imo. people love to say actors are just some guys but then refuse to extend the same basic courtesy of what being "just some guy" means aka they are imperfect people. they will make mistakes, they will say the wrong things or stumble over their words. i think we all deserve to give people more grace in general. life is an learning process. lord knows i said stupid shit in 2012 and have changed and grown and become more informed on so many things.

also, when misha was being censored at creation cons and having to toe the party line with "open to interpretation" answers everyone was fine to look at the big picture and realize he was not able to speak freely abt destiel / the confession at those cons. but somehow they think jensen wouldn't have those same constraints placed on him??? the double standard is ridiculous.

[generalluxun]

Who do you think is more fitting to be “Creator’s Pet” of the show: Astruc’s virtual daughter Marinette or perfect and flawless Adrien?

Okay, before I start- I don't like the term creator's pet, it tends to suggest currying favor on the 'pet' part, and obviously Marinette or Adrien can't do that.

Perhaps 'favorite'? and let me lay some ground rules.

This is not character salt! Nothing here should be used to deride the characters. This is about the narrative woven with/around them. This is examining the external biases at play.

We must recognize that Marinette is the PoV character for the show. That is value-neutral. We can't hold screen time as evidence.

That said let's tackle Adrien being 'perfect' first. I know the show and creator use that word a lot but it is very clear in the show that ... He's not. He makes mistakes, he gets *called out* for his mistakes, he gets upset, he apologizes. He's not perfect.

So, why/how/what is the purpose of the perfect mantra in the show? It's because Adrien is a *trophy*. He was Gabriel's trophy, and now he's Marinette's. A trophy must be 'perfect', or how can it be a trophy? He makes no demands(his flirting as Cat Noir was shown as him being wrong and he corrected his behavior to be more perfect), he gives everything, he carries emotional baggage and costs nothing.

All of his perfection benefits *other people* in the narrative, not himself. Does that sound like a favorite? No it sounds like something you *give* to your favorite.

Because yes, I do believe Marinette suffers from an above-average attachment by her creator(and some fans) I say suffers from because I think it hurts her as a character. Superficially it seems to her benefit, but below the surface it's empty calories.

Marinette makes mistakes too, but they are always framed as best intentions. At the end of any disagreement she is the one in the right. Her pain is always the focus/valid one in any situation. S5 amped this up to the point I call it 'Poor Mari' when it happens. Any emotional situation must make you sympathize with Marinette first and often only. It doesn't matter what or who is involved. The entire Agreste Arc has been summed up by the emotional impact *Adrien's family being the villains and his father dying* have on *Marinette* not Adrien. Marinette gets the sympathy for someone else's crisis. How weird is that? It's not even that she did anything wrong (before the lie) but no one else seems to be allowed to experience more emotion than she does, no matter the situation.

That is a strange choice and one that hurts the narrative and her character. (As they find new/more/repeat ways to put her in emotional turmoil to keep her always center all the time)

As an example from before S5, we can look at how Luka/Kagami were handled. It's two parallel situations, handled at the same time. How they're handled gives the insight you are asking for.

Marinette's struggle is the first an foremost thing in Truth. Luka is the sweetest bean, and even when he's akumatized it is all about her pain the end and her having to break up with him. He's upset but he never blames her, never corrects her. After the breakup he is still completely supportive and always there. He works to find her happiness, even though he openly admits to still being in love with her. Marinette is handled gently and put on a pedestal.

Meanwhile, Lies focuses more on Kagami and her efforts to connect with Adrien who is pining for Ladybug( just as Marinette is pining for Adrien) She gets mad at him. She breaks up with him. She holds him accountable for his behavior. She gets over him. When she finally joins team Adrienette it is for *Marinette's* sake, not Adrien's. (MP72)

So yes, Marinette is favored heavily, beyond simply 'the main character' she is the center of this world physically and emotionally in a way that is only more noticable as time goes on.

Oh- and another easy metric: How many people have said Marinette is the best Ladybug ever vs. has anyone ever given Cat Noir the time of day except Ladybug when she felt bad about leaving him out of the loop?

[six-eyed-samurai]

Firstly congratulations on your followers! :) Secondly maybe the prompt R is for Romance from your yandere list with either reader and Rengoku or Dabi(from mha)? You don't have to do it if you don't want too, but I hope your day's good!

SUMMARY: A drunken game on the rooftop was not how you imagined would be the reason you were suddenly locked into a basement by none other than Dabi himself A/N: TY TY! Sadly my Yandere Alphabet is actually for neutral characters, however I can still pull off the R is for Romance for you! I was having a good day, ty, my best friend came back today lmao WARNINGS: This is yandere, so MDNI and in no way do I condone this sort of relationship. Also alcohol, swearing, maybe OOC Dabi (I did my best I'm sorry) My inbox is still open if you would like to request for the event!

"Good Lord what letter comes after M?"

"O, stupid."

"Shut it Panda Eyes." You threw the bottle cap at your companion. He went cross eyed tracking it but maybe he was just drunk.

You both were, actually. Very much inebriated on top of some rooftop (how did you get up there again? Never mind it was going to give you an even bigger headache to try and remember) of some building in some place you had long forgotten during the alcohol binge you two were on. You wouldn't have pulled this sort of dumb stunt usually but after a successful night (successful...something. Ugh, what sort of damned drink had Dabi bought?) he had convinced you that it was good to celebrate. Just you and him, the after party.

An after party with lots and lots of alcohol. There was still more and you reached for another bottle, tilting it back. Then your eyes narrowed, turning to the turquoise pair staring at you. "Bullshit! You liar, it's N!"

"If you (beep) knew, why ask?" Dabi chucked his bottle cap at you. The caps littered the ground everywhere around you both, actually, as the both of you had agreed that it would be the punishment if the other was unable to continue the game.

The game, right. You had made a dumb joke about a team-building exercise and what a great time it would be to do it now even though the rest of the League wasn't here, then Dabi had followed it up with a sly suggestion of Eye Spy. You elbowed him and complained it was boring. He jabbed his finger into your side and in the end the both of you agreed to play a game of Word Association following the alphabet. Only problem was the both of you were idiots.

"I forgot! You got it wrong as well!"

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Just get the hell on with it."

"Okay! N for uh...nap?"

"Boring. N for...nonsense."

"You're boring. O for...obsession."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. "O for only."

"P for...platypus? Shit, what was that cartoon? The one where that duck thingy - platypus, sorry - wore a hat?"

"What the hell do you even watch?" Dabi snorted. "The first thing you think of is platypus?"

"You literally said M for magnesium just now," you grumbled, finishing your bottle and snatching his.

"After you said L for Bozo. That doesn't even make sense."

"I changed it off to L for love!"

"Once again, ew," Dabi sighed. "P for perfect."

"Q for...queue."

"So original. Q for queen."

"I hate you so much." You threw your head back. "R for-"

"Romance."

A beat of silence. Then you burst out laughing. "What in the actual-?"

"What? Your L got me thinking," Dabi protested, oddly defensive, going as far as to turn away.

“Thinking of someone?” You teased, crawling closer.

“Yeah.” Dabi smirked and you ignored the twang in your heart to widen your grin.

“Hmmm….anyone I know?” You blinked. “Actually, I can’t believe I never asked before. What’s your type? Tall, short, long hair, freckles, innocent, bratty, big ass?”

Dabi arched an eyebrow. “You thinking of somebody?”

“NO!” You flushed and blamed it on alcohol. “I’ll tell you my type if you do.”

“And what is your type, princess?”

You decided to ignore the nickname. “To be honest I don’t really mind as long as he’s…uh, nice? I dunno. Just someone who can show me a good time.”

“Had no idea you were into that.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!” You whacked his arm. “Like, I want a guy who’s gonna come over on time, pick me up, take me to a place not necessarily dinner. Maybe an arcade date, mall date, anything is fine. Just talk and listen, you know? And drive me back, walk me to the door, say goodnight and shit. ‘Cause dating for me is getting to know someone really well and…yeah, know them inside out.”

“I have no idea whatever the (beep) it was you just said. You’re so eloquent when drunk.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not. I just want a gentleman. Respects boundaries and all that shit but I want someone - oh god this sounds stupid - who’s gonna make the effort with me to be our first and last. Does that make sense now?” You flopped onto your back. “I need another drink.”

“That? That’s it?” Dabi snorted and laughed. “Your ideal romance?”

“At least I can pull!” You realized you both were out of bottles and groaned. “Your turn.”

Dabi paused for a moment, then suddenly his face loomed over you in another smirk. “I’ll sum it up in one word. You. Can I take you on an “arcade date, mall date, anything is fine” tomorrow?”

And somehow you wound up anxiously pacing around the entrance of the local arcade Dabi had said he’d take you to anyway. You had already purchased some tokens, thanked God you hadn’t overdressed in your panic earlier, taken a few sips of water and what else? Right, fret your brains out over whether or not this was just a horrible joke made while inebriated.

“What the (beep).”

***

Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fancy Dabi himself.

Ain’t no way he had basically just confessed like that. Nuh uh. He was probably just as out of it like you were and in the blurred haze made a mistake. A stupid mistake that was twisting your heart and insides hard.

Yet why were you here? Because you’re delusional that’s why. And because the way he had said it last night seemed so sincere.

“Well, well, looks like I failed in being the gentleman, huh?”

“You did,” you quip out of habit, but your tone’s shaky. “No pick up?”

“I have no idea where you live,” Dabi said smoothly. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of ways to make up for it soon enough.”

“I dunno. You’re not a gentleman.”

***

But he was and it was…insane. Absolutely amazing and flattering and oh good god you couldn’t even describe it but it was completely INSANE how much Dabi proved you wrong with this behavior over the next six months of you and him dating. Because he kept proving your wrong, each time, that in fact he COULD BE a gentleman when he wanted to.

He came to go pick you up and followed you home. He always knew exactly what you wanted on the menu after pulling out your chair. He listened.

Dabi made the effort to be your first and last, like you said, unlike the flings before. He said as much on the last date. You were utterly head over heels, besotted, infatuated with him even more so when he admitted he had liked you from the start but wasn’t sure when was a good time to tell you.

So of course he was the first one you called in a panic when you discovered the camera in your bathroom.

You couldn’t believe you never noticed it before - and it terrified more that it could’ve been watching the unsuspecting you for god knew how long. It was only pure chance that you had suddenly spotted a peculiar glint in the mirror when wiping off the fog, partially hidden by your shower curtain. Oh god, oh god, oh god-

“Dabi?”

“Yeah, princess?” The crack in your voice had been exceedingly audible, as was his concerned tone. “You good?”

“There’sacameraspyingonmeinthebathroomIdon’tknowhowlongit’sbeenthere-”

“There you go again,” Dabi sighed, but his voice was placating, reassuring. “Slower this time?”

You took a deep breath. “I found a camera. In my bathroom. Some creep’s SPYING ON ME!”

“Get out of there right now and calm down, alright, sweetheart? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“You think the heroes put it there?”!”

“Doll, they’re horrible but they ain’t perverts. What’s so interesting in your bathroom besides you anyway?” Dabi’s joke came out tense and you heard a lot of background noise. “Look, like I said, get out of there. Don’t try to take it down-”

“Oops…”

“I’ll be over soon,” Dabi repeated and hung up.

You steadied yourself before examining the camera in your hand, sitting against the ladder that you had used to get up there. It was an ordinary CCTV looking thing and you had used a towel to cover the lens before taking it down. The wires stuck out and pricked at your palms.

Who would be watching you like this?

You needed air - the bathroom was too cramped suddenly. You ran out into your bedroom and threw open the window, dumping the camera on the ground, dry heaving while leaning out. You finally calmed down sufficiently to slide down the wall with a groan, tilting your head back while you anxiously waited for Dabi to show up.

Shit. No, no, no-

There was another camera hidden by the curtains.

Hysterical tears began streaking down your face. How long you had been there in a sobbing panic attack you didn’t know, barely hearing your front door open and the footsteps thundering into your bedroom. You didn’t register anything until you were suddenly wrapped up in Dabi’s arms, head tucked against his chest as he awkwardly stroked your hair.

“Hey, calm down, alright?”

“I’m scared. I’m so damn scared that someone’s been watching me all this time. You know there’s another camera? I found another.” You hiccuped and exhaled. “Okay, okay, I’m calm now.”

“Great. Let’s get you a drink of water and we’ll talk.”

He led you to the kitchen and poured you a glass, the both of you seated at your small dining table while you fought to clear your head. Dabi watched you intently, tapping his foot on the ground.

So you had discovered the cameras, huh? A bad thing, but the fact that you had called him meant you had no idea it was him…just as well, really. Dabi could use this to his advantage - make you more dependent on him.

He internally chuckled. You hadn’t noticed the burn on your wall near the cameras then, when he had accidentally caught a wire aflame setting it up.

But outwardly he twisted his face into one of concern.

“We can’t report this to the police,” he started. “You’re a known member of the League.”

“Then what? I’m not staying here anymore!”

“You could live with me.” He caught your expression and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, but you sure are eager, huh?”

“SH-SHUT IT!”

“Back to the point. Your stalker might’ve put up some other cameras, not just your bathroom or your bedroom window. You could live with me while we look for the bastard,” Dabi said, quite convincingly. “I’ll take care of you. Ideal romance, right?”

You snorted a half laugh at that. “You really do surprise me - wait.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The camera.” You felt yourself turning cold. Frozen. No way could it…”I didn’t tell you where I found the second camera’s location.”

“I found you crying underneath the window, princess. Sorry if I made the wrong assumption,” Dabi said apologetically. Inside he wondered if you were going to force his hand. His grip on the cup tightened. Stupid mistake.

“No…not only that.” You leapt your feet. “How did you get into my house anyway? I never took you here or gave you the key. You only ever walked me to the front door but I didn't tell you which floor I lived on or which apartment block. I locked the door, I’m sure. And how did you know where my bedroom was?”

“I could hear you weeping your eyeballs out from out there,” Dabi scoffed, getting to his feet as well. “I busted down your door.”

You backed away. “How did you know where I live then? And - and that day, when I nearly got mugged, you just showed up out of nowhere. Do you have a tracker on me?”

He said nothing.

“You put the cameras there, didn’t you?” Your whisper came out hoarse.

Dabi stepped closer and suddenly you realized exactly what a powerful presence he was as he leaned closer, trapping you against the table. “I did it all for us, y’know? For you. I had to know everything to keep you safe, be the perfect guy for you. Wasn’t that your ideal romance? Thanks for the tip, by the way, that night on the rooftop. It helped me realize exactly how to make you love me like I love you.”

“I don’t love a monstrous creep like you!”

His eyes flashed with hurt and heartbreak. “You will. Please.”

Dabi must’ve put something in your drink, you also realized; your knees buckled and you blacked out.

***

You awoke in a dark, stuffy room. Not like you were expecting anything less.

And he was right in front of you - that you didn’t expect. You would’ve lunged at your former love if you could, but the effects of whatever had knocked you out hadn’t left your body yet, making everything a blurry photograph and your limbs jelly. Something like cold metal bit into your wrists as well. Dabi just stared at you flatly.

“Why?” The word slipped out before you knew it. “If you say you love me, why? Why all this? Just for your sick idea of romance? You’re sick. You’re so sick I don’t know how I never knew it before. You…really are a damn villain.”

“You won’t let me protect you anymore. Keep watch.” Dabi shrugged. “I tried to do it your way, be your gentleman. Then you made me do it my way. You think I want this too? Rather see you happy and oblivious, really, but it’s not like you gave me a choice.”

“You never gave me a choice from the start!”

“I did,” Dabi corrected coldly.

You were grasping at straws and he knew it. “You think everyone’s not gonna notice if I just disappear?”

A warm hand suddenly clasped your cheek. Dabi really did look like a devil, you thought blearily, with all that staples and burns in the dark, with that expression.

“I faked my own death. I can fake yours.”

[viloxity]

I thought of something more fanciful, like for example, a reader girl almost a baby who entered a dungeon forgotten by everyone and there she found Jinwoo, in my delusions he can transform into a kind of chimera dragon (You know with a human body even the torso and the dragon torso hahaha) At first Jinwoo doesn't pay attention to this girl, but she keeps coming to see him, so Jinwoo tells her that if anything she doesn't have anything better to do in this abandoned world.

She tells him "I don't have parents, nor a family, much less does anyone care about my existence... Are you like that too, sir?" And although she only sees her human half hidden in the shadows, she does not see her dragon half (Let's be clear that obviously Jinwoo can transform at will but for me he is a bit lazy for that hahaha. Returning to the topic, she frequents him a lot and he He lets her be, bored more than anything since he doesn't bother leaving his territory, he usually listens to this girl's ramblings and over time he takes a liking to her (although he doesn't say it openly) Then on another day he tells her that Why don't you just stop coming to see him? If you know it's dangerous, but she doesn't care and responds with another question: "Why don't you ever let me see you? I only see your eyes, which are beautiful and changing."

Jinwoo would sigh and would take a while to respond with "Humans don't understand my existence, much less would you, but you're strange... maybe one day I'll let you see me in full."

And everything would stay there but with the passage of time she stops being a girl and at some point she is a teenager, at this point she is the only one who knows this eternal and forgotten dungeon (not so much because she is the only one who remembers and always goes to see him) In the end Jinwoo is seen for the first time when she tells him that she may not come to see him anymore because the way here is dangerous for a civilian, although he is bothered by that and blames the few police in the place.

Laughing without grace, Jinwoo finally agrees to show himself after years in darkness, she would be surprised but she would only tell him how great she looks and that would be enough to make him sigh at how strange she is but not make him love her less. Neither of them knew that Jin-Woo would become obsessed with her when she gradually stopped visiting him because she was busy in her adult life trying to survive in the remains of humanity, which would upset him and make him go out for the first time (I forgot to say it). but it's a strange AU hahaha, it occurred to me, Jinwoo is also a shadow monarch, obviously his physical form is different)

I hope you liked my delusions, anyway, thanks for reading! Another fellow novice fanfic writer greets you (Cough! I've been writing for 7 years, I'm sorry! Hahaha)

MY FIRST ASK WOOHOO!!! and an amazing one at that, I really love your mind! I wanted to wait until I got the second part out but I don’t wanna ignore this since it’s passionate and lovely so here I goooo

exploring AUs involving Jinwoo is great bc there’s soooo much to do with him—especially bc of his power as a shadow monarch. It’s one of the reasons why I decided to do a ‘bad ending’ story in relation to the main story; like what if jinwoo did not want to side with humanity? it’s like the same idea here except he’s a more neutral figure and is unbothered by the world around him, therefore he plays no hand in it…. Except you come barreling into his life. It’ll start a domino effect the moment you speak to him, which he might realize later but it’s too late then. Perhaps he might do subtle things that display his dragon like nature—hoarding—and humanity. If he has a hoard of sorts, he would give you gifts from his prized possession. Normally, he would be angered at the idea of some pathetic lowly human touching his treasure but he feels warm at the idea of providing you with something he cherishes. You would initially protest—probably because it looked expensive—but his growls that nearly ripped the cave apart would zip your lips immediately. Your departure that day would be filled with immense amounts of ‘thank yous’ and he would just give you a begrudging ‘yeah, whatever; get out of my sight.’

After some visits, and when you say the final visit will be your last, there is a new feeling that bristles within him. The way that his claws get sharper, his teeth begin to bare, and his expression contorts confused him—never before in his mundane life did he act in such a way. It was different, deviant, and new—a sensation that excited him more than anything. He would recognize, then, in his own little world how he gave you a comfortable little place in it—a place that is always, always by his side. If he was quick enough, hearing your footsteps echo as you trekked down the mountain, he would give chase whether that be through his dragon form or his shadows. If you had already left as he sorted his thoughts, he would fly to your village himself and find you. You were a priority now; someone who deserved everything and he knew he would be the one to give you the world. No matter the cost, he would have you, and he would keep you.

I hope this did your story justice? Thank you for sharing !!

[the-banana-0verlord]

hihihi how do you think azul would react to MC who clearly has a crush on him AND takes interest in business/studied it in their own world??

okay so first of all i'm very sorry for delaying this and my other requests for months. I was going through a massive writer's block, but it got a bit better recently so I took the opportunity to write a lot while i had the motivation to. If you see this (cause it's anon and i don't think it notifies when an anon ask is answered) i hope you like it!

How Azul would react to the Reader having a not-so-secret crush on him

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

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🐙Hrgnnn mutual pining he'S as in love with you as you are with him, he's just better at hiding it. 🐙You're the first person to be actually be invested in his business, not just using him to their advantages. 🐙He gladly goes to you for advice when he struggles with managing the Monstro Lounge. 🐙He might do it even if he doesn't need advice, he just wants to hear you explain something to him (and you're glad to do it, too.). 🐙Long nights where you discuss menus, seatings and budgets are the best parts of his weeks. 🐙Problem is, no matter the amount of pining there is, none of you can guess the feelings of the other, so you never confess. 🐙But the Tweels are getting real impatient. No one would blame them if they just accelerated things a bit, right? 🐙They're playing the good old trick of sending the both of you a (fake) letter coming from the other telling them to meet up, on the beach after school. 🐙When you get there, there's no one. After school is pretty vague, though, so you decide to wait a little. you take off your shoes and you dig your toes in the sand. 🐙Then, Azul arrives. All goes well, and you both confess. That is, until you mention the letter "he" sent you. 🐙"Letter? I have written no such things, he says. I believe it is rather you that has left me this note. -I didn't? But then, who did..." 🐙Suddenly, the sea beside you starts getting troubled and a huge slippery teal tail comes out and pushes you in the merman's arms. 🐙When you look, you realize that the origin of this incident was Floyd in his merform, accompanied by a chuckling jade. 🐙Azul goes after them, cussing them out, while you laugh. You'll probably have to get used to this if you were going to date Azul.

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I hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/night!

[rekino2114]

I'm all for a part 2 on the chiaki comforting fic. I like sonia too, though at first I didn't like her, lol. Gundham, I feel neutral towards even if he is kinda cool to me.

Chiaki nanami with a cheated on reader

Part 2 to this

Pairing:chiaki nanami x male reader

A/n:I had the same experience with sonia, gundham is like top 5 gd characters for me but that's just cause I like theatrical and dramatic characters, chiaki is still my favorite though.

It's been two months since your relationship with sonia ended, and while you were still hurt about that, thanks to your friends, and especially chiaki, you had kinda gotten over her and felt a lot better

"Hm chiaki....is everything alright?"

"O-oh yeah Hajime don't worry about it"

"Are you sure? You seem to be staring at y/n a lot"

"........do you think he's OK?"

"Oh, you mean after the thing with sonia, i think he's doing alright, nagito told me he seems way happier now, even when sonia or gundham are near him"

"That's good"

"You really care about him, don't you?"

"Y-yeah, I really do, if I have to be honest I think I love him"

"....yeah...it was...pretty obvious"

Chiaki blushed before sheepishly looking at her friend

"W-was it really that obvious?"

"To be frank, yes, you always look at him with loving eyes and blush and turn away when he notices you, not to mention how angry you got when you found out sonia cheated on him"

"Can you blame me? Why did that princess cheat on an amazing guy like him anyway? Only thinking about it makes me mad"

".....right, anyway I think you should confess"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think he likes you too, he looks at you the same way you do to him"

"Oh I never noticed"

"Well, neither did he, so I guess you were made for each other"

The gamer laughed at Hajime's joke before gaining a determined look on her face

"Ok I will"

"That's great he's right there, I'll be rooting for you"

She gave him a smile before walking to where you were

"Hey, hey y/n do you mind if I talk to you for a while?"

"Oh, of course, especially since it's you, chiaki."

"T-thank you"

She sat near you and took a deep breath

"Y/n I have something to tell you, I think I'm in love with you"

".....really?"

"Yes, for a long time actually, even before you and Sonia broke up, I obviously couldn't tell you that while you were dating. when you broke up, I was incredibly angry at her but also a bit relieved that I could reveal my feelings"

"........"

"I-if you don't feel the same, then I hope we can still be friends"

Chiaki thought your silence meant a rejection, so she closed her eyes and waited for embarrassment, but instead, she was very surprised when she found her lips being kissed by yours but quickly melted into it

"I love you too chiaki, you helped me so much with my breakup, and I couldn't help but fall for you, I'd love to be your boyfriend"

"That's amazing, thank you so much, I promise I will never ever cheat on you or treat you like Sonia did"

"Don't worry I know, you're not the kind of person who'd do that"

"I'm glad you think so, I already love you so much"

"Me too"

You two kissed again before chiaki pulled a Nintendo switch from her backpack and began playing with you. Both of you very happy of your new relationship

[judasgot-it]

Hello!! Can I request Chuuya, Dazai and Fyodor during an argument with a very stubborn reader? Like really stubborn to the point if they were in the wrong they would not by any means apologise, arguing that (Character) is in the wrong. And maybe after a long while I'm talking about a week they will finally apologise?

So sorry this took so long! I had a really hard time with this prompt and mixing this with college classes and work, writing this just got pushed to the back of my mind. I struggled a lot with this so I am so sorry if it's not what you wanted.

Scenario: Getting into an argument and blaming them, and only apologizing after a week (Chuuya, Dazai, and Fyodor)

Warning: Mentions of tits and some slight NSFW but it's still mostly kept gender-neutral, just tried to make it funny.

Dazai

"You're seriously not going to take them off?"

You were currently on top of Dazai, who hid in your shadow as the light shone in from behind your back. You could just barely see his skin, which was hiding underneath his black tank top and layers of bandages.

It made you feel more exposed, especially as you had stripped to nothing but your underwear. He, however, was almost completely covered in his clothes, having only taken off his shirt.

"You can just have sex with a mummy. Doesn't that sound fun?"

He said as he put his hands on your thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles inside of them. He was giving your a cat's grin, playing with you.

You stopped him, pinning his wrists down.

"I want to see all of you. Without the bandages."

Dazai paused his movements, his hands sliding downward.

"No mummy sex?"

"No. No mummy sex."

Just like that, he looked smaller than he was before. Like a tower of cards - you could see, instead of a man, a fragile piece of glass underneath you.

It felt like you'd said the wrong thing, but you didn't want to back down.

"No can do."

He turned his head to the side, looking elsewhere. His mind went elsewhere.

"That isn't fair. Why do you get stay completely clothed while I'm ass-naked?"

"It's hard to explain-"

You got off of him, looking for your shirt.

"No, no. It's always 'show me your titties, your massive honkie wonkies!' With you, but when I want to see even just your neck you get all defensive. That's unfair."

Dazai sat up resting his body on his elbows. He was looking up at you with a forced smile, trying to keep the tone light.

"Well that's really not fair! You have really nice boobs, can you blame a guy for wanting to see them every once in a while?"

"Then why won't you show me yours, huh?"

You stood up, pulling up your pants that had been discarded on the floor. They were wrinkled and uncomfortable as they stuck to the sweat on your body, but you didn't want to continue this conversation.

The longer you stuck around Dazai, the madder you seemed to become.

"Are you really leaving over this, Y/n? It's not that big of a deal?"

Dazai was now completely sat up, where you could see his pants had ride up in several uncomfortable spots. He didn't bother trying to fix it, instead crawling towards you and reaching for you with his hand.

"Yes it is. It just is. I don't wanna have sex with a goddamn mummy."

You stepped out of the room, leaving towards - well, you didn't even know where. Just wherever was best to clear your head, seeing as being around Dazai made everything worse somehow.

-

For the past 3 days you hadn't spoken to Dazai. Despite living with him, you avoided him every chance you could.

The most you'd spoken to each other was about needing more toilet paper. You didn't even say good morning or goodnight. Your poor blanket was stuck between the two of you every night, struggling to keep the two of you warm as you both tugged on it.

He was definitely waiting for an apology, while you waited for him to admit that you were right. You didn't know why, but you weren't backing down.

This led to the two of you sitting on the couch, not speaking.

A movie was playing - some anime film that you didn't care about. Dazai put it on, but he seemed bored with the plot already.

Instead, your thighs seemed far more interesting. You were still upset with him - but that didn't mean you couldn't play around with him still.

The problem was when you tried to undo his bandages - you didn't even know where to find the beginning or end of them, it was as if they were a part of his skin. How much did this guy use?

He stopped you though when you tried to go under his shirt to find the magic key to unraveling them.

All you needed was one loose end.

You looked up at him, mad.

"Seriously? Do you even change these?"

He looked away.

"Thought you were over it."

You got up and walked away.

-

"Sorry."

You finally pushed your pride down enough to look him in the eyes to say it. You were in the kitchen, making dinner for the both of you. You wanted to actually have a meal where the two of you would talk, and not just ignore each other while on your phones.

It was your least favorite word. So it took you a while to even realize how desperately you needed to say it to him.

If not for yourself (who missed his stupid jokes) then for him - who, despite keeping his face and body calm, had this slight tension that had settled in his shoulders.

It was small, but you could see how it had coiled into his body, wounding him tighter and tighter every time you fully took a look at him.

He really didn't want anyone to look at his skin. You knew that he hid it from the sun, hell even at the beach, but you thought - maybe you were different.

But it wasn't something that you could break down so easily by just asking. Took you until now to realize that, after eating your ego.

Somewhere along the line, your pride in having gotten close to the stray dog forgot that he was still wounded, and needed time to let you treat his wounds.

Dazai gave you a smile - a genuine one, although one that gave you the distinct impression that you knew he was still expecting this reaction from you.

He still could read you better than you could read yourself, like a book that mocked you.

"It's ok."

He didn't say anything more about it. He simply walked over and hugged you, his bandages rubbing against your bare shoulders. He buried his face in between the back of your shoulder blades, breathing in your scent.

It felt like forgiveness. A step in the right direction.

Fyodor

Fighting with Fyodor was futile. Really.

The man seemed to know everything. He was also convinced he knew everything and yet he would always say - 'I know nothing. Only god is all-knowing.'

Seriously?

"So you really know nothing about this?"

Fyodor didn't even look at you, more interested in his meal. Sunflower seeds, like the rat he was.

The rat who clearly destroyed your new coffee machine.

Who else would have done it? There were only two options. And you knew that you hadn't done it - you were on a caffeine cleanse. So clearly he was the culprit.

Unless something curled up and died inside of it. Which you refused to believe. That was just too disgusting to go through your mind.

"Have you checked if it was plugged in?"

He was too calm about this - chewing on his bird seed like you weren't about to have a heart attack from caffeine withdrawal. How horrific.

Why did you think a relationship with a terrorist would ever work? He was mocking you after committing such a heinous crime against you - thinking it was funny for taking the one good thing in your life away from you.

He didn't even care to look at you for your reaction, to busy watching his screen. You would kill him if you knew how to.

"You piece of shit! You did this on purpose! I swear to god, if killing you was an option I would do it myself."

He finally looked up at you, slowly dragging his tired eyes up your figure. You were breathing rather heavily, having been angry for a while. He had only just now decided that you were even worth looking at, which was frustrating.

He was too calm about his crimes - he even seemed to enjoy the pain that he had caused you.

"You're too much of a coward to kill me."

He smiled, opening another seed and popping it between his teeth.

"Are you really that mad about it?"

You turned away, walking out of the room. You refused to give him any more enjoyment out of your misery.

-

Once again, you were at the dinner table, staring at him. This time, instead of eating sunflower seeds, he was putting sour cream on his dumplings. Like a demon.

It was hard to enjoy your meal around him. The smell of the jar of sour cream between you made you want to wash your mouth with soap.

"Are you still mad about the coffee machine?"

You glared at him.

He looked back, neutral. He didn't even register you as a threat.

"Did you check if you put water in it when you last used it?"

"Don't give me that bullshit."

He was clearly trying to make you feel stupid for it breaking when he clearly did something to the poor machine.

Fyodor just shrugged, putting another huge dollop of cream on his food, enjoying his meal without you.

You were sick of this man.

-

Finally, you gave in. You hated that you did, but his words festered in your brain.

You also thought it would help in getting him to admit, maybe once, that he was evil and that he should apologize.

It never went that way, but a part of you wanted it to go like that.

You had gone to see if maybe you were dumb enough to use a machine that wasn't even plugged in.

In the whole week since the 'incident' you hadn't even looked at the damn thing, so now you inspected it like a monkey.

Which made you hate yourself. A lot.

It took a week and giving Fyodor a cold shoulder just to realize you might have made a small mistake.

You didn't put coffee in it.

In the machine. That makes coffee.

It was empty. There wasn't even a filter, since you had clearly forgotten that this part of the - very crucial process - existed.

You wanted to curl up and die.

"So. Did you figure out what was broken?"

You jumped as you heard a voice behind you. The man himself was there, clad in loungewear and watching you curiously.

He wasn't angry at all, which made that guilty feeling in your stomach settle even worse. The entire time he had been trying to help you, and all you had done was attack him.

You turned your face away, embarrassed.

"Yeah, uh. There wasn't coffee in it."

To your grave misfortune, he found this hilarious. He had a hand covering his mouth, his eyes wide as he laughed at the situation - at you.

You grew red.

"Look, I'm sorry! But don't laugh like that, asshole!"

Fyodor shook his head, holding his chest. He was probably going to pass out at this point, but you were hiding your face in your shame, hoping to disappear in your pretend cover of darkness.

Somehow, the man choked out words. He was breathing shakily, with a grin on his face.

"I forgive you. You're too quick to anger, it's too entertaining. I couldn't be mad if I tried."

You peeked up at him from your hands.

He was smiling a small but real smile that stretched across his lips.

Chuuya

You really loved Chuuya with all of your heart. He meant the world to you.

But he had flaws.

Being short? Not exactly a flaw, seeing as he couldn't control that. You even found it cute.

His haircut? His hat? You had questions there.

His drinking problem? Now that was something you could do without.

You weren't perfect either, though. You had your own problems.

Like right now.

"I will not let that thing even get close to me."

You were hiding behind your front door, staring at said thing.

It was a dog - a rather big one, who didn't really seem to deserve the treatment you were giving him. Except it did.

That creature of Satan was the one who had chewed your new shoes. You weren't vain by any means, but you did in fact hold it against that dog.

Why only yours, and not Chuuya's? The one who thought it was okay to invite some friend of a friend's dog into your home?

How evil.

"C'mon it's only for the night. He just needs a place to stay and he doesn't trust any dog sitter. It's not bad at all! I'll make sure he won't chew your shoes again."

Chuuya was on the other side of the door, just outside of your shared home. He was holding the leash of the dog, who was sitting patiently, waiting to be let in.

You could not let that happen.

"Chuuya I swear to god if you let that beast inside of this home I will kill you."

You were slowly closing the door on him, glaring down at the dog - it's beady little eyes stared back.

Chuuya scoffed.

"I know you're mad about last time but this is kinda over dramatic."

You stared at him. You hoped your eyes could cut him in half.

"No. No, it is not."

Chuuya looked at you. Then he pushed the door open, pushing you aside.

"Sorry, but the little guy doesn't have anywhere else to go. Its just for the night."

You were stuck hiding between the door and wall as he walked inside, letting the dog in. The dog was completely calm, just barely gave you a sniff.

You were not going to let this go.

-

Later that night, you found the dog laying on your side of the bed.

Chuuya didn't even care - he was on his phone, letting the dog slobber all over your pillows.

That bastard.

"Chuuya. Get that creature off of the bed right now."

He froze, looking up at you. He stayed calm, however.

"He's not doing anything wrong. Can't you just make space for him? Just for the night?"

You stayed put.

He was definitely pushing it.

"No. I want to sleep."

You were losing your patience. You knew Chuuya liked dogs, but you didn't think he would like them enough to replace you.

"You can make space. He's gonna be lonely. And cold. We'll be so much warmer if we let him join our cuddle pile."

He held the devilish shoe eater in an attempt to convince you of his plan - who in return rolled all of his dirty fur right into your sheets.

For a second, you thought it was cute.

But you weren't giving him an inch.

"No, we didn't agree this. I didn't at least agree to it. If you aren't gonna move -"

"Wait are you really that mad-" Chuuya reached out as you took a pillow off of his side of the bed, making him lose his balance as he reached towards you.

"-then I will. I'm sleeping on the cold, hard couch. You can enjoy hanging out with your new friend."

You walked out of the room, slamming the door as you headed for the couch.

Maybe it was petty, but it's not like you were going to back down on this.

Chuuya should've learned his lesson after the first time anyway, the ginger bastard.

-

"Are you still mad about it."

Chuuya was looming over you, as you rotted on the couch.

Today was your day off, so of course you were going to spend it doing something productive - moping. Waiting for his apology.

The dog was already home, so you shouldn't be mad about it anymore. But you were known for your stubbornness, your greatest virtue.

As well as your greatest vice.

You shifted as you felt him sit down, feeling his body close to yours.

"Listen. I'm sorry I didn't ask before. But it really was last minute."

You moved your head to glare at him. He, in return, gave you his best smile.

"Can we at least spend the day together?"

He put his hand out, waiting for you to reach out.

"Sorry. I'm overreacting, aren't I?"

Guilt had suddenly overcome you.

Chuuya huffed.

"Yeah, a little. It's whatever, as long as we aren't bothered by it, right?"

You got up, looking down. Your throat was closing up as you spoke.

"But it does bother me, I'm really sorry about yesterday. You were just trying to be a good friend and I got so mad over it."

You looked at him, trying not to get emotional. There was no reason to feel like this, but for some reason, in one way or another, you felt like you were over the edge.

Was this guilt? Or stress?

"It's ok, really. I should've told you beforehand anyhow, I did spring it up on you."

He finally took your hand in his, tired of waiting. He refused to ease his smile.

"Let's just forget about this and go out somewhere. I think the both of us can do with some time off."

You took a second to breathe, letting air fill your lungs. Nodding, you followed him off of the couch, dropping your stubbornness from yesterday behind you.

Sorry if this isn't that good, I really tried but IDK I had a hard making a prompt like this light-hearted and writing the reader to look human. So if they come off as toxic sorry I was trying to avoid it lol

[buckleyx]

hi, babes! i was wondering if you could possibly write a Buck imagine where the reader has awful parents, and is just comforting ? sorry if not! i’m also sorry if you’ve already gotten this request, my asks don’t send a lot - 🪐

FIX THE FAMILY E.B

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: Hiya love! Sorry it took a while but here u go :)) I hope it's a bit what you had in mind. I love soft buck :(

Evan Buckley x gender!neutral reader

Summary: Your sister started a project to 'fix the family' and you're not sure how to feel about it.

Warnings: mentions of bad parenting + bad upbringing and toxic family relationships but comforting buck <33

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"Not again." You sighed, cursing under your breath as you saw your screen lid up. A blue text message covered the happy lock screen picture of you and Buck. You didn't even have to guess to know who it was from. Your sister had been bugging you all night about a family dinner. You had already politely declined 3 times but she kept pushing. You didn't blame her, your upbringing was a complete different story then hers.

She still had contact with your parents, even visits them every few weeks and she made an unofficial promise to 'try and fix the family.' As much how you despised the idea you couldn't fully blame her for trying. She was the youngest and the most successful and very clear the favorite.

You love LA, your life is here now and you don't feel the need to fix anything. You are happy where you are. You build something here, something personal and safe and your not ready to see it all fall apart again.

"Everything alright?" Buck asked, his head peaking through the door. You sighed, gently throwing your phone on the countertop. Buck's brows knitted together as he slowly made his way over to you. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Without saying a word, you tiredly leaned your head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving a soft kiss against your temple. "I don't know." You sighed. "It's my parents."

Buck knew you didn't have a fantastic relationship with them but the topic didn't come out often. Just like his parents. You had talked about your shared struggles but you both didn't like unnecessary mentioning it since it was such a heavy subject to touch for the both of you. You both just didn't wanna push anything. But when it did, when the topic came up in conversation, you both were as supportive as ever. Buck especially, you couldn't ask for anyone better in your life then him.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He comforted, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "It's fine." You brushed off. "My sister just thinks she can magically fix the family. I'm surprised they even let her try."

"Maybe they don't know."

"Yeah probably. I haven't seen them in so long. Why now? Why suddenly does she wants to change things now?"

"Have you asked her?"

"No not yet." You admitted, playing with his hair. "Last time I talked to them was Christmas eve."

Buck thought back at the memory and gave you a kind sympathetic smile as he recalled how the evening ended. It was a messy day full of nasty remarks and bitchy comments. First they didn't approve of your job, then of your boyfriend and then they felt the need to break everything else in your life apart. The list could go on forever. It was just horrible. Your brows knitted together as you tried your best to block out the memory. A sigh left buck's lips, he hated seeing you like this. He hated that he couldn't do more to help you. "They treated you afwul, y/n. It's okay not to forgive them."

"I know."

"I didn't forgive my parents." He admitted. "And I honestly don't think I ever will."

"If you want to contact them again, wait until your ready and when you truly want it for yourself. Not because someone forced you to. The same happend to me, I wasn't ready and it turned out into a big big mess." You fell quiet for a second, Buck was right but you had to take a moment to let the thoughts in your mind process everything. You went over every scenario about how that reunion could go before confirming that it wasn't time yet. You weren't ready. And that's okay. Maybe you'll never be ready and that's okay too.

You brushed away some of Buck's hair that had fallen in his face, your hand rested on his cheek before you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you." You said softly before giving him another kiss. The buckley gave you kind smile. "Come on. I'll make you some dinner. It It will help you clear your head."

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[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can you do og Bonnie with prompts: 24, 36, and 57

Sure! Me and @okchijt had a lot of fun doing this one! This is much different than my usual stuff and this one is strictly platonic! I hope you enjoy despite the different take :) This is more like traditional FNAF than my usual "Sentient AI" takes, plus it leans into more of a horror story. Take it as a breath of fresh air I guess, lol.

Yandere! Bonnie Prompts 24, 36, 57

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Murder/Child murder mentioned/implied (It's FNAF), Blood, Fear of abandonment, Trauma, Kidnapping implied, Violence, Mind break, Dark/Horror themes, Darling nearly vomits, Forced/Dubious companionship, You're childhood friends.

You recall when you were younger that you played with a boy at Freddy Fazbears. You would always have parties there for your birthday and when you met him he always came to yours. You remember the smell of pizza... the sounds of the arcade... and watching the animatronics sing and dance.

You could barely recall his name but you knew his favorite was always Bonnie. He was confident and prideful, always doing things to impress you. He was always in your fonder moments of the Pizzeria.

One day... your best friend said something weird during a party. He told you to not follow the "yellow rabbit". You found it odd why he was so suspicious... but you followed his warning.

After that and you went home... the Pizzeria closed down... and you never saw your best friend again. Freddy's used to be a place that brought you two together. Now... despite what the media says... you feel it took away the closest friend you had.

Years passed since then, allowing you to become an adult. You could never get over what happened that day. It got to the point that you needed some sort of closure.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was mostly abandoned, except for the occasional Night Guard. You got word that the last one mysteriously quit according to some news. Against your better judgment and wanting to fill your need for closure... you prepare supplies and break into the mostly abandoned building.

Once inside you push aside your fears. You feel like you don't belong here... that you should leave. Yet you keep blaming yourself for the death of your best friend... for not being there... so you trek on.

You walk by with a flashlight through the dark building. You pass the animatronics... still idle and untouched for who knows how long. Your goal is near the back... where you last saw your friend before he was never seen again.

You're oblivious to the sharp pink eyes staring you down as you turn the corner.

Walking down hallways you come across a door near the back. Your flashlight shakes in your hand as you reach out. Something in your head tells you to run... something instinctual... but you open the door anyways.

You enter the room and search around. Your flashlight flickers as you catch strange stains in the room. Even worse the smell of something rotting fills your nose.

You walk in the room and search softly. After sometime you hear the door close shut behind you, causing you to jump with a loud scream. You spin around, only to freeze when your flashlight illuminates a bunny animatronic in front of you.

Bonnie.

You can't seem to explain it... how did it get here? Why was it silent? Why did it seem like it was staring-

"I can't believe it's really you... it's been years! I didn't think it was true but you really are here! You even knew where to look...." The bunny speaks, his voice both familiar in the sense you heard him sing... and something else you have trouble recalling.

Bonnie's talking... Bonnie's talking and he knows you. You're stunned, staring at the bunny with confusion and fear. Then the stench of rot fills your nose again and you get an idea... along with the urge to gag.

Maybe you just want closure... but...

"Jeremy...?" The name feels foreign for a moment, like it was locked away in your mind for years to prevent trauma. It's a stretch... but the bunny seems to perk up at the long forgotten name.

"Yes, that's right! But... I go by Bonnie now. That's my name now." The bunny... Bonnie responds.

Your mind begins to spiral.

"How... none of this can be possible... what-" You whisper to yourself. Was this the closure you needed? Was this what you wanted? Was this a nightmare? Now there's more questions....

"It can't be a coincidence! We first met here and became friends... this place is important to us... and here's where we meet again!" Bonnie's tone is full of excitement, his eyes never leaving you. "Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

When his words set in your mind continues to spiral. None of this should be possible. There's no way you're meeting your best friend again... but in a robotic suit. Maybe you're sleep deprived... maybe-

"I-I need to leave... I need to get out of here, this is a trick-" You whisper before trying to gun it for the door.

But it all happens so fast... too fast.

Next time you know you hit the wall. The breath is knocked clean out of your lungs as you collapse onto your hands and knees. You wheeze and cough... all while glowing eyes stare down at you.

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to." Bonnie warns sadly, ears drooping when he sees how hard he hit you. You don't entirely hear what he said, the stress and adrenaline ringing in your ears. You only shake as you try to breathe again.

Bonnie realizes his mistake and shakes his head, deciding to change his tone and try this all again.

"I'm really sorry... I forgot how fragile you can be... especially now." The bunny laughs softly, playing it off as just a playful joke.

You feel sick. However, now that you've seen the true power of the robot... you decide it's best not to make it angry. You go quiet, looking up at the bot. This seems to please Bonnie.

"We have a lot to catch up on! We have all night! Perhaps even an eternity... as I don't plan on letting you go again...." The bunny coos, staring down at his old friend.

You try to protect, going to open your mouth. However... Bonnie's look turns threatening and you quiet yourself. Upon obeying the silent threat you're scooped off the floor in a tight hug.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Bonnie whispers softly as he holds his best friend. In response tears fall down your cheeks as you feel your mind slip away. Was it the rotting smell.... or was it because you met your friend again?

You finally cave and hug the animatronic back tightly. You feel his soft fuzz on your skin as you try to find comfort in him. You can barely contain your sobs.

"Jeremy... I'm so sorry..." You whisper. You aren't quite sure what you're apologizing for. His murder? For him losing his humanity? For not coming back sooner? For not dying with him?

Does it even matter anymore?

You have your friend back... you have closure... nothing else matters but your best friend.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Not a thot but a question, do you have any headcanons for Frank/Matt/Bucky?

Ohhh yeah I have a few. Thanks for your patience, I wanted to respond to this when I could sit and think and type everything out on my computer, not on my phone. Normal HCs at the top, spicy stuff below the cut.

Matt

Okay so I had this friend in highschool who was beyond disgusted by peanut butter, no allergy just totally hated the stuff. Like wouldn't kiss his girlfriend if she'd eaten it recently. I feel like Matt has an extreme food ick like this. Def not peanut butter but something like olive oil maybe? With his sensitive senses he gags when he even gets a whiff of whatever it is.

Speaking of peanut butter, I think it's a food staple of Matt's. The man can't take care of himself, so cooking full meals is just not a thing for him. So 2AM, back from patrol and he needs something to eat. Matt just eats PB straight out of the jar with a spoon like I did for meals in college.

Frank

Loves karaoke. Well, used to when he lived a more normal life. I don't think he sings amazingly well, but he doesn't care. He plays guitar obviously and Col. Shoonover mentioned his impressions skills, so that all concludes me to the fact the Frank likes to sing. He sings to himself/along with the radio when he's driving by himself between jobs. A lot of John Denver and Elton John.

For a holiday/birthday/anniversary gift one year he absolutely recorded Maria a CD of him playing and singing a few of her favorite songs. He'd probably do the same for you too if you were dating.

Bucky

Has a bit of a video game addiction. He was so fascinated by Stark tech at the fair, that I imagine he loves learning about everything that has come along since, but really got hooked on video games. I'm thinking your standard XBOX, Nintendo or Playstation games like the MLB/Baseball game and the Mario collection. Not big on first person shooter games like Call of Duty cause he's lived it obviously. But he can literally spend hours playing like FIFA or something. Absolutely gets on live to play with Sam, AJ, and Cass all the time.

Spicy Thots under the cut, 18+ please, I tried to keep it gender neutral in terms of x reader

Matt

Is really touchy during sex and also not during sex. Since the visual stimulation of sex obviously isn't there for him, he makes up for it by always having to be pressed against you fully or by having hands roaming and groping everywhere.

But also not during sex he's always grounding himself to you by being pressed as close to you as possible. Only time he isn't is when he's in a Matty Mood™ and feels like he doesn't deserve you or you deserve better or whatever Catholic guilt BS he tells himself. He gets over it eventually.

I feel like he likes really intimate sex but also is really playful during it as well. We saw a glimpse of this in She Hulk but I also think his just generally flirty demeanor hints at this. I'm talking like does things to make you giggle in the middle of sex.

Man also has a bit of a breeding kink. He's absolutely not ready to be a parent because his life is in shambles and as much as he loved his dad, he did not have good parental examples in his life, but regardless of his partner's gender or bodily anatomy, he likes the idea of filling you up, knocking you up and having that claim on you. I'm again blaming the Catholicism somehow.

Frank

The eye contact during sex!!!! Dude lost his whole family so anything good in his life he is afraid is going to slip away so he treasures it and takes it all in. We saw this during S2 with Beth but yeah, big guy just loves to watch every facial expression you make during sex.

He's also just really tender in bed. He's not big on kink stuff but will try it if you want but just wants to feel really connected during sex. He's mostly serious in bed but in a really beautiful and intimate way.

Mostly groans and grunts but loves to thrown in a "c'mon baby girl/boy" and begs for "just one more for me"

Bucky

I wrote a whole spiel about my Bucky bedroom hcs, but here's some more.

Of the three, I feel like Bucky is most playful and open to new things in bed. I don't think any of them are open to a full on Daddy kink, dom-sub kind of play but Bucky is the most likely to lean into elements and try things. After his time being under someone else's control I think he likes to feel a little in control, especially of his own body and sex life. But again, not fully into that type of dynamic. Like he might like to boss you around a little or call you dirty names in bed. Afterall, 1940s Bucky was a total flirt and very smooth with the ladies, so it stands to reason in bed he'd still bring some of that out.

[hina-hina]

Keegan x reader whose just as quite as he is?👁👁

My first Keegan request!! So exciting!! This was super cute, thank you for requesting!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

This post is so late guys, I had to fight with my java program all day for class. Some general headcanons are going to be mixed into this one. This one is also kind of short, sorry!! I'll do more Keegan content in the future, I promise.

→ COD Masterlist

|| Keegan With a Quiet S/O ||

Tags: Fluff, General Headcanons, Soft, Short and Sweet, Established Relationship

Warnings: None

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

Keegan is known for being extremely quiet

It served him well in the military and especially during his time with the Ghosts

However, whenever he was off-duty, there was never really an off switch to this behavior

He is very prone to accidently sneaking up on people

So when he met you and realized you did the same thing, he was quite amused

But then he became more intrigued when he realized he couldn't sneak up on you

Not that he didn't quietly enter a room, just when he finally made himself known you were never frightened by him

Then you telling him that he makes you feel safe so why would you ever be scared of him

And I imagine he is more of a laughy type when flustered

But now onto other headcanons

He would prefer a partner that's more quiet I think because he likes to relax in silence a lot

I imagine that he likes listening to music a lot, so he would want to do that with you

Imagine cuddles with him while some soft music plays and you laying on his chest to hear his heartbeat (/▽＼)

I think he would like writing

Imagine him writing you love letters

The two of you are just content to be in each others presence

You don't need to always be filling gaps of silence because it never feels awkward between the two of you

Probably not big on pet names but will slip up and call you one every now and then

Would teach you how to better protect yourself

He would be the type to silently do things for you, often without your knowledge and without expecting anything in return

I also don't see him liking PDA that much

But being alone with him, he is incredibly affectionate and touch-starved

Very observant

Would keep track of things you like or want and then get them for you later

Imagine quiet early mornings with him where neither of you want to get up

Whenever he comes up behind you, he would gently put his hand on your lower back or waist to let you know he was there

Very good listener

If your really forgetful and lose things a lot, he always knows where they are

If you want to go out on a date, he prefers quieter settings

Likes ruffling your hair

Is a human heater

Likes to go on walks with you

All in all, after doing what he does for work, he loves to come home and just be with someone and exist for a while

And who can blame him honestly?

Thanks for reading!

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Heres something I've been thinking about working on for a while now and I'm finally getting to it. Heres the pilot of it, let me know if you guys want me to make it into a full series (which I might do anyways🧍‍♂️)

Here's the link on Ao3 for the series if you prefer to read on there :)

Weird Science | Pilot Chapter

[Egon Spengler x Fem Reader]

[Summary; honestly I don't know what I'm gonna do with this, I'll leave the summary to finish later.💀

[Notes; This is a fem reader and it is mentioned quite a bit, this is to make things a little easier to write but I may consider making it a gender neutral reader if enough people want it and ask. [This is also kind of a long one for a pilot chapter.]

[Warnings; Some swearing and mentions of smoking. [Also very very minor mentions of drinking.]

Part 1/? | Next Chapter>

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"Hey, can you hand me that soldering iron please?" I say, holding my hand out.

"Of course Dr. L/n," Theodore says, handing the iron carefully.

Theodore Thalmann was a freshman student majoring in Computer Engineering at Columbia University, the very University I've worked at for 7 years now.

Theodore came for an internship to work with me, wanting to learn a little more visually than just reading some book, writing down notes, and listening to some old guy talk for hours on end, and frankly you couldn't really blame him for not wanting to deal with that.

Theodore was a sharp kid, not lazy like most of these kids now, and willing to learn rather than just be here for some extra credit, that's what you liked about him so much.

"Do you need anything else Dr. L/n?" Theodore asks, writing a bit more into his notebook.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

"Yes actually, can you go get that for me?" You reply, taking the protective glasses off of your face.

You get up out of your chair, taking off your black rubber gloves and placing them in their respective area. You liked things organised in your lab, it was much easier to find exactly what you needed, and it was also that you never liked a mess where there was work.

"Is Dr. L/n in here? I need to have a word with her." A voice you were far too familiar with comes from the door where Theodore was standing.

Oh, this can't be good.

"Yes she is, come on in Mr. Yeager," Theodore says, letting the man inside the lab.

"Ms. L/n, pleasure to see you again.. as always." The man says snarkily.

You turn around and walk towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Yeager. Come to complain about the music volume again? I promise I hadn't played anything today, whatever you might've heard must've been someone else."

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something more serious. Do you think you can get this student to be somewhere else so its a more private conversation?" The Dean says, smiling sarcastically.

Dean Yeager wasn't exactly fond of you, hense the use of your last name rather than Dr. L/n, regardless of how hard you had worked for that title. But to be quite fair, you weren't very fond of him either, so it was more of a mutual hate. There were probably a lot of reasons why he wasn't very big on you, but one of the most obvious had to be the fact that you played your music too loud while you worked. Far.. too loud.

"Of course sir. Um, Mr. Thalmann, would you mind stepping outside for a few moments? Me and Dean Yeager need to speak to eachother in private," You say, turning towards Theodore.

Theodore gives a nod and takes off his pair of gloves, placing them haphazardly on a nearby worktable then stepping outside of the lab, shutting the door.

"So, Ms. L/n, I wanted to inform you that you will no longer be working here at the university, I'm giving you a one month notice so that way you may pack all that you have and get out of here by then, is that understood?" Dean Yeager says, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Excuse me?" You say, after a few moments of silence.

"I said you are out of here in a month, fired, let go of, from the university, Ms. L/n," He repeats, venom laced in his voice.

"But wh-what am I supposed to do about Mr. Thalmann? I can't just tell him-" You stutter, still letting the fact you're being fired sink in.

"We will move him with Professor Dietz, someone that actually has a degree to teach, Ms. L/n". He says, cutting you off.

"But I've worked here for more than five years now, you can't just let me go. I graduated from this very University Mr. Yeager, for what reason do I deserve to be let go?" You say, anger becoming more prominent in your voice as you continue to speak.

"We are letting you go because of the constant loud music, because of the constant loss of electricity on the campus due to your failed experiments, because of your lack of necessity and funding of being here, Ms. L/n. We cannot continue to fund and pay you just for you to cause disruptions and only be useful to students if they are working under you as an intern. Even when you do have them, they only complain about how you do absolutely nothing in ways of teaching them, you are the issue, Ms. L/n."

The students don't think I teach them? But they've never complained.

The thought of the past interns you've had having bad thoughts about you and your ways of teaching them hurt far more then being fired. Sure, you got good pay from the university and your projects were funded, but the students wanting to come in and learn more about what you just so happen to love was the reason why you were still working there in the first place. And sure, you would sometimes blast music while showing and teaching them, but they never complained.

"The students never complain though, I do my absolute best to teach them Mr. Yeager, I don't underst-"

"That is the last of this conversation, Ms. L/n! You will be out of here in one month, and you will get no more students doing internships with you from right now to the day that you are completely gone from this place! Goodbye, Doctor." Dean Yeager says, walking out of the lab, shutting the door.

After a few moments Theodore comes back into the lab, slowly and gently closing the door.

"Ah, Mr. Thalmann, um there's going to be a change in plans for you with this internship unfortunately. I hope you don't mind but you'll be moved to go and work with Professor Dietz starting tomorrow, I do apologise," You say, straightening your back.

Theodore stays quiet for a minute, the air thick with awkwardness.

"What Dean Yeager said about all the other students disliking you and your teaching, I don't agree with him. I like your teaching and don't think its right of Dean Yeager to just fire you on the spot like that, Dr. L/n." Theodore says awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood of the room.

"Thank you, Mr. Thalmann, but unfortunately that still doesn't change my situation about my work here. I truly do appreciate all of your help and willingness to learn more, especially from me for these past couple of weeks. You're a great student and I'll be honest, I envy Professor Dietz for getting to teach you," You say, a slight smile on your face.

"Thank you, Dr. L/n, do you need any help cleaning up?" Theodore asks, taking the rubber gloves from the table and placing them next to yours.

"No, no, there's no need for that at all, you're free to go early today, thank you for the help Mr. Thalmann."

"Alright, thank you again for teaching me Doctor, I hope everything else goes well for you," Theodore puts the lab coat you let him borrow folded up onto a clear table, then leaves the lab.

You sit down in your rolly chair, clearly worn out as it was bought almost 8 years ago in the late 70s. Even with its rips and threads sticking out from it, as well as the black soot stains and worn cushions, it was still comfortable and somewhat soothing. It reminded you of when you first started working here, about a year after you graduated from the university. And now that you think about it it makes you a little upset that for the past 12 years now this university is all you knew.

Sure you had your own apartment and went out for groceries sometimes, but you never had friends that you still kept in touch with, so you never really went to bars or parties. And at this point having an apartment proved useless as most of the time you would fall asleep in your lab, you would eat in the university's cafeteria, and after that you would just get back to work and drown every other sound out with music from the radio or your cassette tapes.

You get up and grab your coat, leaving the lab to go outside.

You pat your pockets and pull out the cigarette tin, hoping you hadn't run out of any, and to your relief you had just two more left. Grabbing one out of the tin and placing it lightly hanging from your mouth, then lighting it and inhaling the smoke.

You make a mental note that you'll have to go to the drugstore and buy some more.

"What the hell am I gonna do now?" You mutter to yourself, taking another drag of your cigarette.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You turn your head to see an old friend you hadn't been in touch with since you've graduated at this university.

"Ray?"

"It is you! Oh am I glad to see you. Its been, gosh, how many years now? How have you been? What are you doing here?" Ray says excitedly, asking a million questions all at once.

"Its so great to see you too, Ray. I've been okay these past years, and I work here actually." You say, giving a light chuckle.

Well, more so like you worked here.

"You work here?"

"Yeah, I've been working here since after we graduated actually, what are you doing in terms of a job?"

"I work here too actually, I'm surprised I never seen you around here. You remember Venkman and Spengler though?" He says, taking a half used cigarette out of his pocket.

"Yeah, how can I not remember Venkman, the guy constantly harassed and flirted with me until I graduated, kinda annoying. But I don't recall ever speaking to or interacting with Spengler though."

"Well I've actually been working with them two for a couple of years now, we're working on some equipment and studies to see if ghosts and entities are actually real, parapsychology you know. It would kinda make sense for you to not remember Spengler though, he was a quiet isolated sorta guy. Mind lending me your light?" Ray rambles on, gesturing for your lighter.

You hand him the lighter, taking another drag from your cigarette yourself as he lights his.

"That's neat, I honestly can't believe that I hadn't known you were here though, I would've loved to talk to you and hang out more after graduation," You say, grabbing your lighter back from Ray.

"We should go out for drinks sometime! It'd be a great way to catch up with eachother, I could bring the other guys too! Maybe all of us could ask you questions about our equipment. Given that I don't really know how to do it and all but you're the one that got a Doctoral in Computer Engineering and'll know a bit more than me, but mostly just to hang out with eachother again, like old times!" Ray says excitedly, a smile on his face.

"I'd love to go for drinks with you guys, not sure I'll be of any much use now though because I've just gotten fired by Yeager and have to move all my stuff out by a month from now, so studying and doing experiments are not something I'll get to work on for a while now," You chuckle, putting your cigarette out on the palm of your hand.

"Oh thats such a shame, Y/n I'm sorry that happened. It seems like Yeager has got a grudge on you too, huh?" Ray says sympathetically, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah but honestly, I totally deserved it. Do you remember those series of blackouts throughout the campus that would happen twice a week? Those were all me and it took him 5 years to get sick of it and finally fire my ass,"

You laugh, now feeling a bit better about the loss, mostly because you get to speak with Ray again.

"I heard from some of the other professors that the cause was coming from the engineering and computer science halls, it reminded me of you in a way, and it seems I was right about it!" Ray laughs, letting out a dry cough afterwards.

God, Ray has always had such bad smoking problems. I can't say all that much though because that'd be too hypocritical but that cough is starting to get worse.

You two continue talking a while longer, forgetting how long you've been out there until hearing all the ruckus from the students getting released from their classes.

"I should get going now, Peter and Egon are probably wondering where I went by now. Oh! How can I get in touch with you by the way?" Ray says, turning back around toward you.

"I'm usually over here in my lab but it seems it won't be like that much longer, but here's the number for my home telephone, call me if you need or want to plan anything and if I don't answer leave me a message for my answer box," You say, pulling out a notepad and pen from your pocket, scribbling the number down, ripping out the page and handing it to Ray.

"Thanks Y/n, I'll remember to call you later on! Sorry about the whole getting fired thing, by the way, but I hope we see more of eachother. I'll talk to you later!" Ray says, taking the paper and waving goodbye as he runs off to a different area of the university.

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Once you were back into the lab, you looked around to see what you should start packing. You didn't have much space at your apartment so you would either probably have to rent out a storage unit or call your parents to see if they could store some of it in their attic at home.

First I need to get boxes, and then a bunch of bubble wrap and foam so none of my equipment or computers break. I'll have to go and buy some from the post office.

You go and grab your keys and head back outside of your lab, locking the door before you leave. Walking to your car, you take your keys and unlock the door of it.

As you sit down and turn the key it stalls, taking a few more tries before it finally starts. I really gotta get a new car or at least get it checked out.

You start to drive to the nearest post office, and due to the horrible New York traffic it took you about 20 minutes to get to it even if it was only half a mile away. But that's what you got yourself into deciding to move to one of the most populated states in the US.

You park, grab your wallet, lock your car, and proceed into the post office.

You see the large amount of people in there, checking their post boxes, mailing out letters, and waiting to get their packages accepted to be sent out.

You walk to the area they have the boxes set up, grabbing a few medium sized ones and proceeding to the shortest line so you can purchase them. Once finally at the front, you place the flattened boxes onto the table.

The man nodded and pulled out a large roll of bubble wrap, placing it on top of the boxes.

"Hello, just these and also, do you guys have the big rolls of bubble wrap?" You say to the man at the desk, who already looked far too tired.

"Is that all, ma'am?"

You nod, taking your wallet out of your coat pocket so that way you have your money ready.

The man punches numbers into his machine, looking at each thing on the desk as he does so.

"That'll be $21.47, ma'am."

You take 22 dollars out of your wallet, handing them to the man as he takes it, placing the bills into the register and grabbing a few coins for your change and handing them and the receipt to you.

You thank the man and take the boxes and bubble wrap with you, struggling slightly at how awkward it was to hold the 10 flat boxes and bubble wrap in your arms.

You open the trunk of your car, putting the boxes and bubble wrap in, just barely fitting to where you can close the trunk door.

God, this is gonna suck.

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I literally wrote all of this in about 7 maybe 9 hours total because I just thought up something and was like, "oh yeah, this'll be great," and that's at least what I'm hoping now. I want this to kinda be slow burn and I know that's what I always say when I do series, and I never finish them, but I am really hoping I'll be able to do more with this then my other failed attempts at series [if I take longer than a month to get another chapter of this out I want you all to yell at me and tell me to finish it]

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Hi, are there any mtt interpretations/headcanons you don't like? -evil doppelganger

i am FAR too deep into the murder time rabbit hole to be asked this question dearest evil doppelganger because i like majority of trio interpretations and headcanons,,,,,, likeeeee people have SO MANY amazing ideas and even if i don't fully ADORE their interpretation of the trio i can still appreciate it and find things that i like about it!!! openmindedness and allat even if it's not my own personal cup of tea :3 that's what you need when youre in fandom i suppose,,,,, keeping your mind open to the contrary and cringe ‼️

but that doesn't mean i LOVE every single trio interpretation. first thing that comes to head are like overly bara FAR TOO masculine MUSCLE hot sexy trio. and then also the inverse of like babyfied TOO feminine weak and cutesy murder time trio. maybe it's just because i think that majority (with the exception of ones where gender plays a big role in their character) of sans aus would just be like,,,, gender neutral non binary. like even sans undertale doesn't read as male to me he's just a fellow!!! he's just a guy!!!! and that's cool and since theyre continuations (OMG CONTINUATION GROUP!!! 継続組‼️‼️‼️) of sans undertale that might get carried on. ITS NOT EVEN THAT ITS A DETERRENT TO THE TRIO because if theyre well depicted then i can choke down the really masc or fem designs. but usually these types of designs come at the cost of.... (gulp) DECENT characterization (shivers in my boots)

anyways NUMBER 2 i suppose would be like. BASIC mischaracterizations of the 3. like assuming killer joined his chara just for shits and giggles when ITS LITERALLY IN THE FANON WIKI!!! you dont even have to read the something new comics to know that he had his code altered,,,,, you dont even have to delve into the intricacies of that detail to at least KNOW ABOUT IT. i would bring up the misinterpretation that horror is a cannibal here but i actually kinda like the idea i just dont like that people think its CANON canon. like i find it funny when he talks about eating humans to others and they get weirded out (not because i think that he eats humans like the hc states but because i think he'd totally say freaky shit like that to creep people out!!) and like,,,, dust and when people think that phantom paps is a GHOST and not a hallucination. i mean i blame the fangame for this by adding a section where phantom papyrus ATTACKS for some reason??? but still. just like reaaaally basic surface level knowledge that should be known with literally the first search (but i get that some people are just that lazy (REAL) and im not THAT offended when people say that. maybe if they expanded more on these ideas it would be cool......?????? even if its not CANON)

(on a side note of basic murder time trio characterization this guy created a video explaining the trio! it's not THAT bad i guess,,, idk maybe i'm just greatful that someone made a video explaining them but i dont know why when choosing the "canon" version of the trio to explain he DID bring up touken-kamui's mtt but then also brought up the,,,, VILLIAN SANS SQUAD mtt??? hello??? why not just the original rahafwabas (and probably joku too but i cant be bothered) comics about the trio since you're including the bad sanses version of the mtt's canon!!! i had a whole rant about this to my friend because why did he do this???? it's also a bit funny because he goes on about goku in the middle of the video 💀 ALSO WHY IS THERE A RANDOM PHOTO OF MAMI TOMOE IN THE VIDEO???)

ANYWAYS THIRD GRIPE!!! i guess like,,, this is more of a bad sanses thing but me when people keep dust and horror glued to each other's asses ALL THE DAMN TIME!!!???? and then killer's SUPERGLUED to nightmare's most insignificant tentacle bro (or cross?? idk i dont consider him a bad sans but a LOT of people do) it just like. why make a duo out of a group of people? it's an unrealted metaphor but it just reminds me of project sekai when people always seperate the 4 people groups up into duos! like why!!! theres 4 people in there!!! even in like a basic friend group everyone interacts with eachother AND THESE GUYS LIVE TOGETHER!!! IN BAD SANS POLY THEYRE SUPPOSED TO LOVE EACHOTHER??????

and i guess that's it,,,, i don't know tbh right now these are all the ones i can think of. theres other stuff that bothers me too but it doesnt BOTHER me its just mildly displeasing yet not enough to warrant me trashing it! anyways its not like i have anything personal against these things anyways aside from like. the weird characterization and separation??? ik people actually do simp for these guys (could NEVER) and that some people just dont care for canon!! and thats ok!!! i love ALL versions of my murder time trio no matter what..... unless someone brutally ruins them to do terrible crimes that not even i can defend but if so i do not blame my trio i blame THEM

thank you- WAIT??? EVIL DOPPELGANGER??? I THOUGHT I GOT RID OF YOU BACK IN THE SQUABBLE OF 89? how are you.... how are you BACK? i swear if you do any of your evil doppelganger tricks again i wont hesitate to use my totally tubular special attack (running away) (THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :3! IT WAS REALLY FUN ANSWERING THIS WHOEVER YOU ARE!!!)

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Helpless part 52 I don't want to die young

"I- I need to speak with Chiron."

"Can't you see we're trying to play poker over here?" Mr. D had answered,

"What has happened William?"

"It's... about Nico..."

"Come, let's walk." He felt guilty doing this, he knew it was the right thing but it felt wrong, it felt like a betrayal.

"You... you know he's been in the infirmary a lot?"

"Side effects form the war, I'm presuming." They were inside the forest, travelling through familiar routes, this one, Will knew. It lead to a lake if you knew where you were trying to get to.

"Partially, the magical stuff yes but two of the times-" He took a breathe before continuing, no matter how many patients he'd had for the same reason he'd never told Chiron, they all asked him not to and it had never gotten to the point where they were in emergency care. "-it was himself, first time with- cuts, last night Jason found him passed out, trying to drink himself to death." He choked back tears, trying to remain neutral was the best option.

"How is his condition now?"

"We're unsure whether he'll wake up, he- he's probably going to be in a coma for a while." He hated that it was true, he hated the chance that he wouldn't, he hated that he had to say all of this.

"You don't want to be telling me this." His voice, the same calm, still, voice that left you doubting the next response.

"I- it's- he- he didn't want you to know, I feel like I'm betraying him."

"I see, is this the first case?" It wouldn't be a good idea lying to him, he knew that, but he also knew that he'd have to tell him things he'd been dreading to say.

"Not even close, I've had at least seven, sadly-" Another breath, this was going to be fine. "-I've seen so many dead with a note because I never knew they needed help, and neither did anyone else." He looked off, Will tried reading his expression but it was pointless, it was as if the mist was covering his face, hiding every single detail.

"I would hope you're still regularly checking in with said patients? Making sure it hasn't been continuing, helping if it has and even if it hasn't being there as perhaps not a therapist but... more a concerned friend?"

"Y-yes I've been doing that, I've sometimes kept people in the infirmary but I can only do that if they're being a danger to themselves and there limit of a week." He held his breath between every sentence, it was breaking him to say all of this but he had to keep himself calm.

"We'll be changing those as quickly as possible, you're entitled to keep anyone in for as long as you feel like they need help however you still need either their consent or a guardians." Will nodded, he'd not asked him for a list yet, this was going as well as it could. "Do you have anyone for people to talk to before things escalate?"

"Yes but- most people don't come before that, even less come willingly; people are too scared to ask for help on their own. We've tried to advertise it more however it's never really done much, no one wants to reach out no matter how much they need help."

"Could you please inform me of who these people were?" Too many, too many people are hurt, too many people deserved better, too many people have had lives so hard you can't blame them for wanting to end it.

"It's confidential." Leo, Annabeth, Percy, Selina, Nico, the list went on.

"I need to know who to keep an eye on."

"I've been doing that, half of them died in battle or suicide so they don't really affect you." He snapped, shit, no, he needs to watch his tone. He dreaded what the look on Chiron's face would be yet he was treated with the same, calm, blank expression that had been resting on his face the entire time.

"I can be sure you're taking care of them? Weekly to monthly therapy depending on how much they need it? Keeping them in if required?"

"You can count on me." Because he was meant to be the stable one.

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[chainslobber]

<< this a genuine question and not intended to be hateful, apologies in advance if my tone comes off strange. I am trying to word this correctly. >>

I have seen that you post on Twitter occasionally about aizawa x student ships. As a former anti who has decided to take a neutral stance in the pro/anti debate, there are still things I don't understand. I'm curious as to what is interesting to you about those ships. Why does the age gap not deter you + what is appealing to you about it? This is a GENUINE question, i really truly want to know your perspective. I don't mean this to be condescending, honest. I truly would like to understand this. I see lots of teacher/student ships with aizawa, and I can't wrap my head around them. So I'm curious, truly, what is the appeal? Is it chemistry? Visually appealing? Is it appealing because of the "forbidden love" aspect, or perhaps a way to cope with personal emotional turmoil? Of course you're only one person, and you do not speak for all shippers. I hope that it's fine to ask this. If you'd rather not, then kindly disregard this.

either way, I wish you a lovely day. 🩷

Hello, anon!

Firstly, I want to say I am SO proud of you for getting out of anti circles. As a former anti myself, I know it's scary to have all your friends turn on you for enjoying fictional content. Secondly, there's no such thing as proshippers, as much as Twitter would have you believe. That was the fandom normal until about 2014 when fandoms shifted violently into puritanism. Proshipper literally just means if you find something you dislike, you simply scroll past, block, or mute, and you DON'T start dogpiling or making everyone look at whatever grossed you out. Funnily enough, I dislike a TON of 'proshipper' norms, like noncon, pedophilia, and even incest in most situations.

However, to answer your question:

To be honest, and this might not be the answer you're looking for, Horikoshi once mentioned he wanted UA to be a college. But Shonen Jump told him it would do better if it was teenagers, as most shonen anime/manga are often. That said, while I know the students are technically teenagers, I never see them as such, I always see them as older.

This isn't me going 'haha now antis can't get me!', because let's be real, antis will blame you for aging them up too. But the reality is, I never really see them as teenagers, either, and most of my favorite fics tend to age up the students as well. MOST Aibaku/Shinzawa fics have them getting together after graduation and I think most people in the MHA fandom are also in their 20s/30s and want something more 'our' age and speed.

My most popular fic for MHA is Cynocephaly, an Aibaku fic, where you probably found me. I also am not shy about RT Aibaku, Shinzawa, and Dabibaku (a personal ship of mine I adore but there's hardly any food. Boo.)

However, I think the appeal for me is that Aizawa just 'works' with the students. I know that might sound strange, but considering he's now canonically their teacher for 3 years, he's seen these kids at their lowest. He's seen them get kidnapped, mutilated, disabled, even /killed/. And we all know they trust him with their lives, as he's put his own on the line for them.

In my own experience, I see Aizawa as a gay man. He doesn't act all grossed out around Nemuri, and while Miss Joke is played for--well, laughs--he just seems more comfortable and vocal around men. And obviously, I don't see Bakugou as straight at all, I ship him with men. In my mind, they work together. I don't really see it as taboo. I've been a teenager learning about my body and had a gym teacher with melon-sized biceps and pecs walk in. I've seen my teachers wearing low-cut blouses and their cleavage on display. I've had teachers show me more love and support than my own parents, and while I can't say I've ever had the 'my teacher is hot' thoughts, it's anime. EVERYONE IS HOT.

I can't speak for everyone; there are student/teacher shippers who even age UP Aizawa and make the students younger but that grosses me out, tbh. I guess the long and short is, I think they're very hot people, they work well dynamically, and it's all fictional anyways. I'm just playing with barbie dolls the way people play with their OCs.

I do want to thank you for being very kind and wondering 'why' instead of immediately pointing fingers and screaming like most other people do. Fiction is just that: fiction. None of my ships are the golden rule and squeaky clean. There are SO many fic writers and artists I've befriended because I saw a WEIRD ship and went 'why do they like this?" and now they're a fantastic friend.

Asking 'why' and gaining insight is how fandoms stay fun for everyone. You might not like student/teacher, or even agegap stuff and that's 100% okay! But I do think it's really cool and brave of you to ask me why *I* like those things. Maybe you'll learn something from it. Maybe other people can put their own insights into it?

But the long and short is that Aibaku, for me (and Shinzawa to a point) feels really comforting. Having someone you love who loves you wholly in turn and understands your struggles is something I think everyone wants in their life. Stability and safety.

Stay curious, my friend, and thank you again for stepping out of the anti zone. I promise you'll be okay. It's safer and happier here than people realize.

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Ik people talk a lot bout Caleb being doomed by the narrative but I don't think we talk enough bout Belos being doomed by the narrative. He's someone who wanted to be the main character so badly that he became the villian. In a story and another realm that couldn't give less of a shit about all of that lol.

TOH is a fantasy story that breaks both the fantasy and the fantasy genre. Playing with what you'd expect of it. Of what you'd expect from a fantasy story n world. It's pretty realistic too and not in a dumb grim dark way it's like, genuinely realistic. Sometimes the heroes loose. Sometimes shitty people get off scot free. Sometimes things change, permanently, for both the worse, neutral and better. And again not in a grim dark way there's still beauty to behold here. There's still love to be found.

So where does that put Belos? Someone who wants and demands that kind of story for himself in a world that couldn't give less of a shit about it giving that to him? He gets angry, bitter and spiteful. He blames the world for not meeting his entitled demands. He holds such a strong conviction in his beliefs and values as well and is so goddamn arrogant that he's immune to change. All of his problems become entirely self made. Made worse by his guilty conscience and with each choice he makes it spirals, getting worse and worse. A bit of a "I'm in too deep" attitude going on here if you get what I mean.

Look. He knows, deep, deep down that what he's doing is wrong.

"Go on. Go be a hero." -Belos Young Blood: Old Souls

But he'll never admit to that. Because admitting to that guilt means taking a long, very long uncomfortable hard look into the mirror. It means acknowledging everything.

There's a reason he started wearing gloves after killing Caleb..

He is his own worse problem. He keeps making worse and worse decisions for himself. Spiraling further and further down due to his own worse vices, guilt, fear and entitlement. He is doomed by a narrative that doesn't care about giving it's characters that kind of fantasy and narrative. His fantasy. And in any other fantasy story, let's be honest, he would be the main character. But not here. Luz, a bi Latina neurodivergent gnc girl is the main character, not him. And the Demon Realm isn't going to give him any special treatment cuz he's a cishet white human man. It's not gonna give him special treatment at all lol. In fact him not having a bile sack puts him lower on the totem pole and you know that irks him SO MUCH (lol suffer harder Bitchlos)

He's also doomed by a narrative about love, acceptance, family, friendship, community, growth, compassion, change, moving on, etc. etc. He's a looser, loner, incel, hero wannabe Christo-fascist dictator who's last person in his life that genuinely loved him, died; 300 years ago by his own hateful hands.

I have many other thoughts n feelings bout this but idk I just wanna get this out there. I have Many Thoughts bout this show that I only let ruminate in my head cjsjsks. Figured I should get them out there so yeah. Lemme know your thoughts lol