#i wrote a whole backstory for snaps

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Realizations

Dad!Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader

Thank you guys so much for 1k, it means the whole world for me because now once did I expect to ever have my page grown this big and not once had I imagined that I would make these many friends here who happened to be so sweet. Also to @connorsui who has been most definitely been waiting the answer to this.

So in honor of 1k, I wrote this long awaited backstory for Ghost and Lovie (Ghostie's parents) that I hope you guys will enjoy since it so happens that our beloved @ave661 has posted another Dad!Ghost render. (Credits to her again for the renders in this post <3) (Sweetie, I love you but that tag on Soap with this render was unnecessary 😭🫶)

To the people who congratulated me, through replies, likes and reblogs, I owe y'all a fat kiss. Mwahhh <333

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @thesnowurzikdjinn @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @trepaika @starryylies @demidemon09

Warnings/Disclaimers: Stalking (not by Simon), Typical mentions of CoD violence?, Mentions of Simon's past abuse, Creepy guy?? (Not Simon), Mentions of violent and a bit gory descriptions on what wanted to do to the stalker, This is not proofread yet.

With the words of my mother and in true reputation style, Are you ready for it?

I think I need to say this on my account again, English is NOT my first language and all copyrights regarding the plot and some characters within the storyline belong to me. Edit: please help me y'all, I'm losing so much relevance in the span of less than a month, my recent works have gotten nothing and I'm scared that this post proves that. I think I've learned my lesson never to take breaks ever again 😭

Simon never imagined himself in this predicament, always thinking that he'd be out there somewhere, more likely drowning himself in a mission. Not even a home, he thought that if it hadn't for your persuasiveness to interact with him back then then he'd still be back in that shitty apartment complex.

Simon placed his duffle bag on the wood of the porch, the jingling of his keys while he looked for the correct one. He tried his best to make as little noise as possible, it was passed midnight, the last thing he would want was to disturb his wife and daughter from resting.

Hauling the duffle bag in and throwing it on the couch, Simon opt to see what his girls were up to. The giggling and commotion making him smile, you both were supposed to be asleep by now but you were unable to put her to rest because she's just too hyper, so that left you to entertain her by tossing her up and catching her.

"Dada..!" A squeal from the room came, the little one snapping her head to the opening of the door making you look as well, Simon took a peek from the half-way opened door.

Adorable little thing clapping her hands together, pleased that her dad is home while sitting on her mom. She got off, crawling near the edge of the bed with no sense of danger, fortunate for her that her dad is quick with catching her before you could.

You took a deep breath from the shock, looking at your husband and smiling sweetly at him. He asked you not to get off the bed as you were about to, laying next to you he snakes his arm underneath you on your waist and pulls you in.

"I missed my girls.." He said, voice deep and laced with exhaustion, despite that his hold and gaze was the warmest it could be.

"We missed you too Si, so much." You mumbled as your eyes flutter shut to enjoy his touch. You opened them to the sound of a kiss, he kissed the little one's forehead then yours.

Sometimes you vaguely remember the first time he and you met, how it even came to be, this life of domesticity. You, him and your little girl, family is a heavy word for Simon but it was just perfect. This was the family he wanted, the family that he thought he didn't deserve and never would have.

The feeling of coming home to all this started because you were so forgetful, who knew that would be the skill that brought you to him..?

• ──── ✦ ──── •

He emptied his pockets, to the lieutenant's dismay, the box of cigarettes only had one stick left. Since he was going out to smoke it anyway, he might as well get another box from the convenience store nearby. He took his keys from the kitchen counter and headed out, hearing a little commotion that peeked his interest.

Simon never paid much mind to whatever was going on within his apartment building despite the many gossips that were present within the building and the renters. So it happens that the old lady next to his place mentions how they'll be a new tenant in the other apartment next to his.

'Thank God' Simon thought, not that he was particularly religious but he'd been hoping for the longest time for the former renter to leave because let's be honest, who wants to live next to a frat boy with no sense of shame or consideration given that walls are thin? Little did he know he'd be blessed with the next one..

"Oh- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.." Simon hears a voice from a little below him, he'd only register what had happened after the fact. Poor girl carrying this box bumped into him a little too hard, so much so that she stumbled back a bit.

You stared up to the 6'4 man blinking, he only shrugged it off to which you smiled to. You tried to make small talk since you were new and it wouldn't hurt to at least know one person right? After all, you were trying to step out a bit of your comfort zone.

"Hi.. I'm [Name].." He only stared at you for a while and replied, "Simon.." you gave him a warm smile before nodding and continuing to bring the boxes into your new apartment while your new neighbor entered the elevator.

You cut the boxes open to start unpacking, a few minutes in and you decided to go on a short break, you rummaged through the small box of food only to find that the recently bought box of tea was empty. You sighed at this, humming as you remembered the convenience store you passed by earlier on the way to the apartment.

Taking your keys and locking the door behind you, you made your way out the complex and walked a few blocks, you only started to notice how late it was with the streetlights coming on even though the sun is only about to set. That's something to get used to, hmm?

The cool breeze hits your skin as you enter, scent of faint instant coffee and many other kinds of foods and products made themselves known. You walked around for a while, checking on what other things you might need but then you tried to remind yourself that you were saving up and on a budget so you took a box of tea and walked up to the register.

You heard footsteps behind you falling in line, after placing the box on the counter, you searched your pockets for your wallet.

'Shit..!' you cursed yourself out mentally trying not to panic as Simon basically watches you frantically patting your pockets, you left your wallet back at the apartment. "You left your wallet-" Simon stated the obvious, "I'll cover it.." there wasn't even a time to argue with him, he just stepped next to you and placed the pack of cigarettes.

"I'll pay you back as soon as we get back to the apartment" You insisted to which Simon only shrugged and declined, it's just a box of tea and it's not like it'll make him go bankrupt, besides he liked your taste, the one you got happened to be his favorite brand.

Since you were headed in the same place anyway, you and Simon walked back together side by side, however one thing you did find odd was when he gently took you wrist and pulled you inward next to him, he was the one now closest to the road.

The walk back was silent, a comfortable silence. A few days after that encounter, you made sure to make an effort for him to know that you appreciated his gesture back at the convenience store. The lieutenant was alarmed by the knock on his door, opening it to find no person but a tupperware filled with buttery shortbread cookies.

He smiled at how tiny the plastic container looked in his hands, how he noticed the note attached "Thanks for the tea, this isn't that special but I hope you like it -[Name]" and the Sanrio themed stickers stuck onto the lid and on the top part of the tiny note. You ran out of sticky notes..

Simon found himself snacking on those cookies later on, oddly enough, they reminded him of his mom.. how she used to love baking back then, it was her way of escape whenever Simon's "father" wasn't home, as well as gardening.

For the first time in a while Simon "Ghost" Riley let out a smile that wasn't smug or a smirk but a genuine smile, one that had warmth to it, one that no matter how hard his mind tried to surppress it, his body refused to.

It didn't take long for you and Simon to get to know each other a bit, little by little it seemed like you two were becoming like friends rather than just neighbors. Let's be honest, who just randomly gives their neighbors weekly baked goods for the sole reason of "just because they wanted to"?

You found yourself always looking forward to the Friday nights chilling with him at the rooftop, mugs with hot tea on hand while he smoked and you read.

Listening to his stupid jokes and remarks that slowly turn into deep conversations and life things. Simon was just... far more open than he's ever been, sure he's talked about his day before to his comrades but never like this, not in a way where he's pouring his heart out, letting you in on how he feels about certain things.

He just got back from a mission, a rough one to be exact. Shoulders slumped from exhaustion as he walked the streets near the apartment complex, no space for his bike so he had to leave it somewhere private while he fidgeted with it's keys.

Simon swore that he almost jumped out of his own body, first instinct being to push you off but he recognized you. He gave you a questioning look, hands were shaking as you so desperately linked you arm around his.

"Hmm?" He hummed, hearing you mumbling something but it was incoherent to his ears.

"Behind us.. please Si, help..." Come to think if it, you never knew when Simon turned into Si. Best believe he knew and still remembers when perfectly.. not the time, there's a serious threat, he didn't look. He didn't need to, guessing by the heavy footsteps, some creep decided to follow you at this hour.

He slowly slipped his arm away from your grip and snaked it around your waist, pulling you in closer to his side while the two of you continued treading closer to the complex. You closed your eyes for a few seconds at a time hoping it would end.

• ──── ✦ A few days later ✦ ──── •

Knocking, frantic knocking was what Simon heard at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so why the sudden visit? He opened the door and saw you, Simon knew something was off from the look on your face, you looked pale as if you were sick to your stomach while trying so desperately to catch your breath.

"Can I please come in.. Simon..?" You asked in between breaths. You looked around you, especially behind you, body shivering a bit. He took notice of this and had no hesitation, he pulled you in by your arm. His grip firm but gentle, Simon closed the door behind him.

"Remember that guy who was creeping around when I asked for your help..?" You tried to explain but Simon already knew the moment your mouth opened. You had a stalker.. it was best to call the cops on shit like this.

Simon did his best even though not knowing much about how to comfort someone, he did well in making you feel safe without having to tell you that he'll do so, you just know it in your gut that he'd protect you even if it's just now.

Your breath picked up, slowly backing away from the door as you heard footsteps, clenching your fists and hoping that he didn't see you enter Simon's door. Simon wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place and from further backing away from the door.

You felt his palm drag up and down your back, it was extremely warm, it stopped for a while. His arm wrapped around your waist, other hand in your hair pushing your head down a bit so it was buried in his chest while you gripped his shirt. Simon felt your trembling body against him slowly relax.

"Deep breaths, angel.." The nickname he whispered would've made you smile under any other circumstance but not right now, you needed to calm your nerves before you panic and make an impulsive decision that could hurt yourself. Like instructed, you followed along Simon's demonstration, pressing his forehead onto yours maybe just a bit too intimately.

You winced at the loud sound of banging on the door, you knew it too well. Simon shoved the handle of his combat knife in your hand, he told you that if anything were to happen, protect yourself with it.

As soon as the Lieutenant swung the door open, you could hear punches, things knocking over and among other things, your stalker's voice.

You'd never forget that, how pitchy it was. Nails on the chalkboard was the best way to describe it, how the man was cackling almost made you annoyed. Simon called on security and the man was dealt with, you came out from hiding and saw both fear and anger in Simon's eyes.

You would never know how much he wanted to tear that man's heart after skinning him alive for even bringing fear into your eyes.

Simon "I care too much for someone I just met" Riley finally saw how his knuckles and fingernails were caked with blood, went off to go wash it and himself.

Getting back to you after half an hour, you reached out for him only for him to withdraw, you looked at him confused and he looks at you with pure guilt..

Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh Simon.. I'm not scared.." you smiled at him. He reached out a shaky hand to you, hesitating before closing his hand back.

You took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a small kiss, hoping it calms his nerves. Well it did the opposite, it even more overwhelming for him having you kiss his palm while you look up at him, watching you nudge your face into his palm so invitingly.

The way your lashes just sat perfectly atop your cheeks while you slowly blinked up at him. Pressing the same scarred and calloused hands that almost killed a man that night on your face and rubbing the back with you thumb.

Simon had never felt that much guilt before for hurting someone, only after he saw the look in your eyes, which in turn were not something he caused. For the first time in his life too, Simon was comforted by something or rather someone immensely..

[rosenclaws]

Restless night | Variant!Logan x reader

summary: Logan has nightmares about his world and you want to help.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of bodies (not graphic), sad logan, possibly ooc bc ive never written for him im sorry dfslj. Reader has like, memory manipulation powers? Ig that's how you'd explain them??

a/n: Hello! This is my first Logan fic ever and I am very nervous but after watching Deadpool I have fallen in love with wolverine, particularly this wolverine. I don't know if I'll ever write again for him but I wrote this and felt like sharing so I hope you like it too <3

wc: 1.7k

"Logan!" You yell angrily. He grits his teeth as you slam the door wide open. Curious heads turn towards the two of you as you storm after him. 

"What." He bites back as he continues to walk. 

"Can you just stop for one fucking second!" Your fists clench at your sides as you stop right in front of the front doors. "You are a real asshole, you know that? You're a mutant whether you like it or not. So how about doing something good and helping us." He pulls out a cigar and lights it, blowing the smoke directly into your face. 

"For the last fucking time, I don't want any part of your X-Men bullshit." You sigh and shake your head. So fucking stubborn. 

"We need you Logan, please. I need you please." You place your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb over his leather jacket. For a moment you think he might stay. Maybe he'll admit for once in his life that he wants the family that waits for him here. Instead he pushes your hand off. Rolls his eyes and walks straight past you. 

"Fuck off." He walks out the doors, letting them slam loudly.

Those were the last words he ever spoke to you. Well, the you that he knew.

"Logan?" He flinches hard as your voice snaps him from his spiral. 

It makes his stomach turn to see you. You look exactly how he remembers. Except you have a scar on your forehead. His eyes focus on that, a reminder that you're not the you he knew. No, in this universe you're Wade's next door neighbor. A mutant who retired from teaching at the mansion and lives a quiet, happy life. At least you're happy in this world. 

"M'fine." He mumbles as he stands up from the table. No one was really paying attention to the two of you as dinner was dying down. You want to say more but he leaves before you can. Sighing, you watch him retreat into his room. He's barely said two words at a time to you. No matter how hard you try he refuses to speak to you. At first you thought you had done something but the few times you've caught him staring you see a terrible sadness in his eyes. You know he's from another timeline and that something went terribly wrong. Your room shares a wall with his and as hard as he tries he can't hide his nightmares.

"Don't worry about him, he's got that tragic backstory kind of character development going." Wade comments. "God knows he could use some therapy but I doubt Marvel would ever green light that movie." You nod absentmindedly, not really listening to Wade's rambling. 

You float around for a little longer until you can silently excuse yourself and go back to your own apartment. Logan stays on your mind the whole time. You wonder if he knew you in his world. If something had happened that made him like this. As you lay in bed you close your eyes and listen, you can hear him tossing and turning. He settles and you silently hope that for once he can sleep through the night. 

It's eerily silent as he stumbles back to the mansion. He stops right outside of the door. His ears alert for the sound of you to see if you were awake yet. Except no matter how hard he listens he can't hear anything. A horrible scent fills his nose and it makes him sick. The smell of blood. Barging through the door's he's met with destruction and bodies.

This is a nightmare, it has to be. He calls your name frantically. Racing through the mansion, begging for anyone to be alive. Instead he finds body after body. Until he stumbles upon yours. He falls to his knees, his hands ghosting over your face. You look so peaceful but you're cold to the touch. Maybe if he had been there, he could have saved you.

His claws unsheathe themselves as white hot rage bubbles to the surface. Without another word he walks out of the mansion with only the thought of killing on his mind. Blood for blood.

Logan's voice is what wakes you up. Even through the walls you can hear him. You can't quite make out what he's saying but it's clearly a nightmare. He's turning wildly. You knock on the wall, hoping maybe it would wake him somehow. Worry builds as he gets louder. 

Suddenly through the walls you hear a resounding shout before metal claws burst through your wall. You can't help but scream as they miss you by only a few inches. Breathing heavily you slowly reach out to touch them but they retract before you can.

"Fuck!" You hear him shout. The sound of scrambling and frantic footsteps following his outburst. A loud knocking fills your apartment as you shake off the shock. Quickly you rush to the door and open it, finding a shirtless Logan standing before you. His eyes scan you for injuries, injuries that he would have caused. He grabs your arms firmly and pushes you inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. 

"Logan I'm okay, just a little startled." You try to reassure him but he doesn't hear you. His mind is snowballing out of control. 

"Logan!" You say louder and he finally looks at you. 

"I'm okay." You say softly. Slowly he loosens his grip as he lets his body relax, but only a little. 

"Another nightmare?" You ask and he nods. His eyes drift to your open bedroom door. He can see the holes left by his claws. Just how close they sit next to your pillow. Guilt floods him as he deflates.

"I..." He doesn't really know what to say. This would be your first real conversation since he came to this world. For years he's thought about what he'd say to you if he was ever gifted the chance. Yet, he stands here completely silent. 

"They're getting worse." You say, breaking the silence. 

Cautiously you reach to take his hand. He closes his eyes as he feels your thumb rub along the top of his hand. He lets you guide him to your bedroom. When you let go he almost reaches out to take it back, but he doesn’t. Instead he turns his attention towards your wall. He’s ruined a fair amount of bed sheets before but this was new. He traces the holes with his hand. Wincing as he notices just how close he was to cutting you open. 

"Sit." You gesture to the empty side of your bed. He hesitates and you huff. 

"Humor me." You plead and he can't find it in himself to say no. 

It's almost too much as he sits down, everything smells like you. Your hands move towards his temples but he grabs your wrists before you can go any further.

"Logan, let me help." He half smiles at that. 

"You were always so persistent about that." Your eyes widen as you realize he's talking about his universe’s you. 

"I told you I didn't want you poking around in my head but you just wanted to help the nightmares. I never let you though" He admits. 

"I should've. I should've stopped being a stubborn ass and just listen to you." His voice wavers and you have a feeling he's not talking about dreams anymore. 

"Then listen to me and let me help you." He lets go of your wrists and looks up at your face. Savoring the look of kindness in your eyes. 

"You don't want to go in here, once you do..." Wordlessly you place your fingers on the side of his head. Suddenly you're overcome with visions of bloodshed and anger. A tear slips down your face as you see flashes of Logan's memories. 

The rage, the hopelessness, the darkness that plagues his mind. Through all of that there was a lurking feeling of indescribable guilt. So much pain, so much sorrow. Logan knocks your hands away as he watches more tears pour down your face. You open your eyes and wipe the tears away. 

"I told you baby," He waits for you to move away from him. To call him a monster. It's what he deserves. To his surprise you wrap your arms around him instead. He buries his face in your shoulder and hugs you tight. 

"I'm so sorry." It’s the last thing he expects to hear and it nearly breaks him.

"What I did.." 

"You were in pain, so much pain." You know it's not easy for him to see but all of this pain led to him becoming the hero he never thought he could be. 

"You saved the world Logan. You're a hero whether you like it or not." He winces as he remembers you say something similar to him before. "And a hero deserves to sleep peacefully, for one night at least."

"You won't stop will you?" You shake your head and he finally relents.

He sinks down into your bed, resting his head on your lap. You bring your fingers back to the side of his head and use your powers to calm his mind. Searching for happy memories and temporarily suppressing the bad ones. Calmness washes over him, a feeling he hasn't felt in years. He's already drifting in and out of sleep but something nags at him from the back of his mind. 

"I loved you. My universe's you." He admits in a whisper. The words he never got to say. It's been eating him alive for decades. He never got to say them to you, he was too much of a coward. 

Your heart skips a beat at his confession and he can hear it. You don't respond, instead offering a comforting hum. He doesn't know you. The similarities are there but he knows you're two different people. But he wants to know you and he hopes you feel the same way. For a moment he thinks that maybe the universe is finally giving him what he's always wanted, a second chance.  

"Sleep well Logan." You watch his breathing slow and his mind settle. Though you could stop using your powers now, you hold on for a while longer.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan sleeps.

[ynstark]

His Angel - (Part One)

Title: His Angel (Part One)

Characters/Pairings: Post!Endgame!Steve Rogers x Female!Adoptive!Stark!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You confide in Steve that you're a virgin. He's honesty shocked, but maybe he can be you first and hopefully you last.

Reader is in her 20s and Steve is in his mid 30s.

Minors DNI! Please and thank you!

Contents/Warnings: explicit smut, use of the nickname Angel a lot, mentions of death, talks of a toxic father, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, hint of a praise kink, talks of intercourse, talks of sex!toy use, angst, aftercare, Steve has a little bit of an ego, it's tiny, hopefully I listed them all, If I didn't let me know!

Author's Note: Ummm Hi, so I wrote my first fanfic. I've been studying the dark arts for a while and decided to take a crack at it. I don't know the word count, it came out ridiculously long. I just wrote whatever came to my head. Takes place a year after Tony's Memorial. This is a one time thing and won't happen again because I don't think I could write something like this ever again. Edit: Well, I started writing a prequel which takes place right after Tony's Memorial. So 20 likes and I'll drop that, but this is not happening again. Edit, Edit: This is now going to be pt 1 and there will be a pt 2 on top of the prequel. I didn't mean to write a lot of backstory, but it happened. If you squint, Steve is a soft!dom. I didn't grammar check so I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. Do not repost my work anywhere. Likes and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated. Peace and love, enjoy. 🤍

Tonight was the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. Everyone was on a mission for the past few days except for you and Steve, which left the whole compound to yourselves. You had confided in Steve one night that you were still a virgin, which came as a total shock to him. You were a fireball with confidence cascading out of you like water. Any man would be lucky to have you, but he also remembered your past and how your own father had treated you, which is why Tony adopted you after the snap.

Tony and your father worked together for years, but Tony knew the truth. You always had to convince him not to intervene for the sack of your mother, but then the snap happened and your mother was one of its victims. Tony had a good case for custody. He wasn't going to leave you in the care of your father and stand by and watch. Natasha also became a mother figure to you. Visiting you when she could and training you, which led to you going on missions. Tony didn't love that, but he knew you enjoyed going on them and you were a good asset to the team. You got to be a big sister to Morgan and Tony got to experience what it was like to have a grown up daughter and a new born at the same time, which he was grateful for before he died.

Tony left a letter for Steve asking him to take care of you. He knew you were a capable woman and that you could take care of yourself, but with him and Natasha gone, he knew you would drown emotionally. At least Tony could leave you in peace knowing you had Steve to lean on. After the memorial, Steve would check in on you. He would call you, visit you at your apartment or you would go to his. He would make sure you went to therapy, asked if you had visited Pepper and Morgan, or that you were taking care of yourself. You two grew close. The compound was finally rebuilt, which you and the rest of the avengers were grateful for. It was nice to be living with each other again. Steve started to call you Angel. He saw how your eyes had a little twinkle in them when he called you that. Bucky and Sam teased him about it. They could tell that Steve was falling for you the more he got to know you. Steve knew this isn't what Tony meant when he asked him to "take care of you", but Steve knew he couldn't ignore what he was feeling. He just didn't want to cross a line if you weren't ready. The problem was, he couldn't tell if you were.

Even though you knew that not all men were bad, especially being close to all the men in the avengers, your own father really set the example that you couldn't trust them, or tell if they had good intentions with you. The conversation with Steve took place one night when Steve decided to cook dinner for the two of you at the compound. Steve asked for your assistance in the kitchen, he really has no idea what he's doing. You sat on the counter giving him pointers and watching him to make sure he didn't burn anything.

"So, you're a virgin?" Steve asked, his curiosity fully peaked as he worked over the stove.

"Yup, unless you count using a dildo, but otherwise, no, I have not had the full experience."

"Never had someone go down on you?" You shake your head no to his question.

"Fingered you?"

"N.O. Rogers."

"Your first kiss?" He was definitely prying now.

"No." You could feel the loneliness set in you again.

"Pretty pathetic huh?" You looked down at your feet. Steve turned towards you, an empathetic look in his eyes, he could sense your mood had shifted.

"Hey, known of that, you're not pathetic. I've only slept with one person, and well, kissed Natasha."

"You kissed Natasha!" You asked surprised at his new confession.

"It was one time and she kissed me! It was so we didn't blow our cover. I'm surprised she never told you about it." Steve went back to stirring the pasta.

"Well she probably didn't want that image tattooed in my brain, it's also more believable that she kissed you." You snickered.

"Ha ha, very funny." he responded, you laughed again, making Steve get a little defensive. "Hey! I have game!"

"Really! I would love to see it in action Rogers."

"Well maybe I can try it out on you." Steve wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole, he couldn't believe he actually said that out loud to you. Before he had time to retract his statement, you responded with, "Hmm, maybe." Steve paused to look over at you, he could sense no discomfort from you, you were actually serious.

"I'm sorry, did I hear a "maybe" Angel?" Steve stopped what he was doing to give you his full undivided attention. You sat there with that confidence he loved so much radiating off of you. You wanted him to actually try. Steve turned the stove off and slowly approached you. He knew he had to be careful with you. He couldn't just take you right here in the kitchen, even though he'd love to see you fall apart for him on his cock bent over the kitchen counter. "Control yourself Rogers." He thought to himself. Steve didn't want to trigger you. Once he was in front of you, you slightly spread your legs so he could stand in between them. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation and boy did Steve get hard once he saw your bottom lip disappear between your teeth.

"Can I touch you Angel?" He asked gently, you nodded. A tiny please slipped out from your lips. Steve chuckled a little. Guess he had that effect on you. He started with his hands on your thighs working their way up to your hips and then settling them on your bum. He gave it a little squeeze and you jumped at his motion, but not in a scared way, more of a "Please continue. I like what you're doing" way. Your hands travel up to fold behind his neck as Steve pulls you closer, you could feel his erection against you.

"So that's what that feels like." Steve couldn't help but burst out laughing at your statement, throwing his head back. You joined in on his laughter.

"Yes Angel, that is what an erection feels like." He responded still laughing.

"I did that to you?!" Your complete oblivion of a man's reaction to you made Steve want you more.

"Shit I didn't know we were that powerful." You continued, Steve thought, "If this woman only knew what power she has over me."

"Very powerful, if you told me to sacrifice myself, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Steve had the biggest dopey smile on his face as you laughed at his response. Once both of your laughter settled down, the reality set back in. Questions started to swirl in your head. Were you really ready to go through with this and let Steve have unconditionally access to you in the most intimate way possible? Could you get out of your head and let a man shower you in an abundance of love that you had never experienced before? You were brought out of your swirling when Steve got your attention by asking his own question.

"Angel, can I kiss you?" Steve asked, trying not to freak you out, but he could see the tiny panic in your eyes already, he starts to pull back, but you grab his arms.

"I need five minutes, I'll meet you in your room, I just need to get myself together. Can I have five minutes?" you asked quickly.

"You can have all the time in the world." He laughed, "What about dinner?" His eyes wonder over to the unfinished pasta in the pot.

"Screw dinner, you're about to screw me!" You jump off the counter and out of his arms, Steve couldn't help but smile. You're racing out of the kitchen when you turn around to tell him again, "Five minutes, okay?"

"Five minutes Angel, I'll be there." You leave him in the kitchen to clean up the dinner that never happened, racing to your room, and locking the door behind you. You take a few deep breaths. Tonight is the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. You quickly change into a pair of comfy clothes, deciding to forgo your under garments. What's the point when Steve was going to rip you out of them anyway. You fixed your hair to have some form of sex-appeal. Quickly shaved and moisturized. You looked in the mirror, you did what you could on short notice, if anything you looked cute instead of sexy. Still looking in the mirror, you hyped yourself up. "You got this, Steve would never hurt you." You walked out of your room and headed to Steve's. It's more comfortable for you to go to his room than to let him into yours. You never had a man in your room except for Sam or Bucky when they stole your snacks now and then.

Steve patiently waits for you, sitting on his bed when he hears your tiny knock. Eyes glimmering with adoration when he opens his door and sees you. Even though you changed into a t-shirt and shorts, he still thought you were absolutely beautiful, breathtaking.

He closes the door behind you, he can see your mind whirling, you become timid. He knows this is new territory for you, he has to be, no, wants to be gentle with you. He's going to treat you like a porcelain doll the first time around. Even though you could kill someone just by looking at them, but here you are, choosing to be the most vulnerable and intimate with him.

"We don't have to do this tonight Angel, could just cuddle and watch a movie." He watches as you ponder on the alternative.

"No, I want to try, I trust you Steve." He saw the trust in your eyes, you were ready to give him complete access to you.

Steve nods and approaches you, slowly, putting his hands on your waist. You melt into his touch bringing your own hands against his chest. He kisses your forehead as you breathe out a sigh of relief. He pulls away just enough to cup your chin so you can look up at him.

"At any moment you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop, okay?" You nod.

"Words Angel." You look up at him again, giving him a quiet "Okay."

Steve looks into your eyes one more time to make sure you were really okay with this. Once he saw no changes in your mood, he proceeds to lean down.

"Let's try this again, can I kiss you Angel?" You respond with a quiet yes. Steve kisses you softly and gently. You melt into his lips. He pulls you closer against him, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head.

Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, giving him the signal you wanted him to take it off. In one swift motion his shirt was off and his hands back on you in an instant. He starts to slowly push you back until you land on his bed. He crawls on top of you, making sure to not apply his entire weight on you and plants a short kiss on your lips.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, slightly tugging at your shirt.

"Yes." You respond as he helps you sit up, slowly peeling off the material from your body. Your nipples instantly pebble once the cool air hits them. Steve's eyes gleam, he then looks back at you, leaning forward and whispers against your lips, "Absolutely beautiful, Angel."

He kisses you again, laying you down his bed once more. All you could do was smile. He comes back up and motions to your shorts, "And these? Can they come off too?" You nod with a smile and respond with a yes. He slowly rolls them down your legs leaving quick kisses on your thigh. Soft whimpers leave your mouth. Your left completely bare to him.

"No panties Angel? And here I thought you were a good girl." Steve smirked down at you. He takes in your bare form, his Angel, his beautiful virgin angel, ready for him to claim. He slowly positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs as his face comes face to face with your most intimate part. You feel his warm breath against you and you let out a little cry. "No reason to keep quiet Angel, there's no one here to hear you but me, be as loud as you want." Steve didn't mean to drag this out, but he knew he couldn't rush into this. He doesn't want to break the trust you granted him.

"Angel you're dripping, gonna touch you okay? Gonna make you feel good." He waits for your yes, moving one of his hands to your clit, his thumb making small circles on your little bud. "Stevie." You moan out. You felt your heart flutter, no one has ever touched you like this, let alone seen you like this. You prop yourself on your elbows to watch him.

"Think you can take one of my fingers?" He asks, you nod eagerly. He slowly enters his middle finger into your needy hole. His finger was definitely bigger than yours, but not big enough like one of you dildos. It's definitely been a while since you used one. The stretch feels nice. He lets his finger slide in and out of you as your walls flutter around his finger. "Feels so good Stevie." Yours eyes close and more whimpers fell out from your lips.

"That's it Angel, make a mess for me." Steve lets out a little moan himself realizing how tight you actually are. "Fuck you're so tight. Wondering how my cock will fit." You moan loud at his realization. He lets out a little chuckle, "Don't worry Angel, we'll make it fit, maybe I should just stretch you out tonight instead? Hmm?" He already knows your answer.

"That's not funny Steve, you wouldn't dare." There was his strong willed girl. You look at him with determination that you're going to take his cock tonight whether it hurts or not and Steve is happy to oblige. "Don't worry your pretty head. You'll get my cock tonight, but I need to do a proper tasting first." Another string of loud whimpers leave you. Steve slowly removes his finger, he couldn't wait to dive head first into your pussy.

"Ready Angel?" You give him a whinny yes at the anticipation. Finally lowering his mouth to your weeping hole, his tongue making contact to the place his been dying to try. Your head falls back and a song of moans leaves your throat. Steve was grinning like the cheshire cat. He continues his assault, dipping his tongue in you occasionally, which you seem to like a lot. He makes a mental note of that. The foreign feeling of his tongue becomes pure pleasure. Your fingers could never create the feeling of what Steve's tongue was doing to you. He laps at you like it's his final meal. Steve comes up for air making the comment, "Tastes like pure honey, could eat you out forever Angel." He dives back in, applying more pressure and you buck your hips up in excitement. You try to close your thighs, but Steve isn't having it, his grip is impossible to fight. You weave one of your hands into his hair, fingers scratching his scalp, pulling him closer to your core. Steve lets out a moan of satisfaction. He knows you close and ready to finally have your release. A few more licks and your dam breaks. The high and pleasure is unlike anything you have ever felt. Steve keeps his tongue pressed to your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. You come down from your high, clearly out of it, in the best way possible.

"Still with me Angel?" Steve comes up from your pussy.

"Uh Huh" You couldn't say anything else. Your brain was so fuzzy. Steve had given you one of the best orgasms in your entire life. Steve looks at you and sees your face. He knows that look. You're so fucked out, maybe he pushed you too far tonight.

"We can stop tonight Angel, you did so good." Steve responds, ready to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

You think about it, you really do want to be with it when Steve makes you cum on his cock, you know, get the full experience.

"As much as I want you to fuck me, you really wiped me out. That was, really good Steve. Thank you." You breathe out, panting.

"You're welcome Angel. I promise to fuck you properly soon, it's a date." He kisses the inside of your thigh and gets up to get you a glass of water, which you happily accept and a wash cloth to clean you up. He comes back handing you the glass and gets to work on cleaning you. He can tell your sensitive when he hears you whimper from his touch. He tries not to stimulate you to the best of his ability. After he's done, he puts the wash cloth in the laundry basket and comes back to lay down next to you. He watches you as you catch your breath, admiring your fucked out state, knowing he's the one who caused it.

You finish the water, placing the glass on the nightstand and find your way back to him, lying across his chest. Steve engulfs you in his arms and pulls the covers up to encase you in a warm embrace. His fingers lightly drawing patterns across your back, as he places another kiss to your forehead. You and him stay like this for the rest of the night, enjoying the comfortable silence. It takes Steve back to a time where all you two knew was silence amongst each other. Now, he doesn't mind it, especially if it leads to you curdled up in his arms. He's glad that you chose him to be your first and he's definitely going to make sure he's your last. No one touches his Angel, but him.

"Good night, Angel." He whispers into your ear, pulling you closer to him. "Night Stevie." You slowly drift off to a deep and peaceful sleep, knowing that Steve will be right there when you wake up.

Hope you enjoyed! 🤍

[thequietkid-moonie]

Darling reminds them the past

[ PLATONIC YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Leon, Haruka, Boothill ]

[ Kaleido Star ] [ Sailor Moon ] [ Honkai Star Rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment

⚠️ This contain heavy spoilers from the character's backstory

I had this idea because Boothill backstory broke me, like broooo 😭😭😭 and when i was thinking on who else wrote I just remember how what happen messed with Leon's whole life or how the other senshi had to see the kingdom of their beloved princess being destoyed in a war while they could do absolutely nothing but watch in the distance

So, yeah, this is like in an attempt to comfort their broken hearts, but in a platonic way, please enjoy 🩷

Leon Oswald

Leon's life have changed completely ever since he lost Sophie, she was practically her only family and what made him keep going, trying more and more in hopes to create the scenario she wanted at her side, but after losing her his whole world just bresk

Even when he have become a internationally renowned acrobat the grief and sorrow have company him each step of the way, not being able to even smile again, just focusing on perfect his performance and he even being really rude towards any partner he had in the shows due the anger he still feels

Getting to meet you is quite dificult, despite traveling a lot he normally doesn't look at others, so you have to leave an impact to him by the moment you two met for the first time for him to actually stop and look at you, however that impact it was the start of his feelings and obsession

Leon is not exactly easily to impress and the impact you leave on him definetly caught him off guard, it was the reason why he started to pay more and more attention to you, his eyes constantly watching your every step in an attempt to find out why he can't stop thinking of you. At the end he will find out that, somehow, you remind him of her, maybe is just your positivity and gentle smile, or maybe the same wish of everyone enjoy and connect their hearts in the scenario, or maybe at the end it was just that weird feeling of comfort and familiarity, but no matter what it is it will make him snap and completely change

After finding out how similar you are to his deceased sister he will imediatly approach you, despite being in a desperate state he is not an idiot, so he will trying his best to at least befriend you, and he is surprisingly gentle and caring when it comes to you, he lets his cold and indiferent attitude aside and treats you as if you were his own family, it can be quite endearing and even make it easier for him to make you stay at his side and don't leave again

Even when the main reason why he got close to you was because you remind her of Sophie he put a lot of efforts on getting to know you, mainly by observing you since he got used to watch you carefuly all the time (even developing a stalker habits that can easily be cover up by his care for you), but as you got closer it becomes easier for Leon to open up to you and just start asking about you, or just talk about things that could make him notice more things about you, wich at the end he will end up using against you to force you to dont leave his side again

It happens slowly but Leon takes control ove your life by blinding you with trust, he is incredibly possesive and protective due his fear of losing you too, he reproches himself not being able to protect his sister so he will do everything in his power to protect you, wich lead him to be overprotective without even noticing since he just take it as something normal, and its not like he thinks is something bad

Leon keeps being cold and indiferent for the rest of the world, but to you is the most gentle and caring person ever, even willing to do everything to reduce the chances of you getting hurt, he doesn't want to take away your freedom but limits it, always making sure to stay at your side and shield you with his body at the minimum threaten, too anxious to letting you alone, feeling like if he looks away just for a second something bad could happen to you

Haruka Tenoh

Sailor Uranus, just like the other senshi used to be all alone at her castle, protecting the peace and doing all what she could from the distance in the name of her queen and princess, despite being quite lonely she was happy to fulfill her role, or that it was until the fateful day when the Moon Kingdom was destroyed

Once she was reborn at the earth it was to fulfill her role again, fight against a threaten and protect her princess. Since she, along with Michiru, were going to a school to find clues it wouldn't be too difficult to get to meet you, specially with how popular she and Michiru are around the school

At first Haruka was so focused on her duty and the inminent threat that she didn't pay much attention to you, even if you were friends she didn't spend much time with you, politely excusing herself to have time to make what she has to do, still, she can't deny that there is something about you that have catched her attention from the start

It would take her a long time before letting herself get her guard down and actually look at you, finally finding out what have being so attracting of you, it could be that she can see her own past loneliness she once suffered or maybe your smile is like the one that used to iluminate her days from the distance but she couldn't protect, either way whatever she have seen on you make her look at you more and more, suddenly she is constantly worried about you, suddenly she wants to make sure you are alright, that you aren't feeling lonely and are taking good care of yourself

Since Haruka is so busy her feelings will grow too slow, she is too worried about the inminent threat that she almost forget about you (despite having you constantly in her mind) that it won't be until you either leave her and go out with other people instead (since she normally says that has not time or is too busy) or that you were directly a target of the enemy, no matter what was what made her almost lose you is what will make her snap, suddently her feelings grow to be of utmost importance instead of a vague worry in the back of her mind

Haruka wants to make it up for it and will do it, even if you dont see anything bad on it or don't even understand why she blame herself, she will slowly involve you in her life, introduce you to her friends and keeping you as close as posible (and, somehow, still away from danger) and she will make sure you never have to face danger again or think on leaving her

Honeslty, Haruka take you in her life to have you all for herself, so slowly and naturaly that it was almost imperceptible, she and her friends were so welcoming that you couldn't even notice the moment they have become your whole life, no friends outside of them or how every plan you have is related to Haruka's schedule, everyone have welcome you as part of their group but now you can't leave, and Haruka is making sure of that

It isn't that she had malicious intent, she just doesn't want her nor you to be all lonely again, she wants to be able to protect you, she wants to make you happy and make sure you dont lack of anything, her princess is destinsted to become the princess of Neo Tokyo of Crystal so why dont you become part of the big family all of them are? why dont stay where she can protect you and make you happy?

Haruka can be incredibly manipulating and charming, making you trust her blindly because she knows what is the best for you, even if you eventually realice how possesive she can be it would be too late to leave

Boothill

As a Galaxy Ranger Boothill have just become used to travel all alone across the universe, helping people who he come across and making pay those who just seak to harm other, just like he used to do when he was a human cowboy

Boothill has grow to enjoy his life while doing his duty, but that doesn't mean he doesn't mean he miss the old times, the more peaceful old times when he had a home to return and someone waiting for him, after all this years he still hold a great sorrow and grief for what have happened and he is even determinated to take revenge at all costs

Boothill have meet a lot of people while traveling across the universe, but this meetings is always just a brief moment in both's life, just as he does his duty before going away to keep with his journey, so you two end up meeting each other was just another casuality, it was suppoused to be just a brief moment that will be lost on his memory, but something about you make him stop, maybe it was your innocent eyes or the way you smiled at him, the way you were kind towards him even without knowing him, or maybe you were so young that he could help but feel somewhat protective over you

At the end he didn't understand what make you so interesting and special but Boothill couldn't bring himself to just leave yet, even if he already finished his job there he just can't leave, it wouldn't feel right!

Boothill spend quite a long time at your side, being kind and helping you in all what you need, even if you dont accept at first he would insist until you just give up, and the more time it pass at your side the more he doesn't want to leave you, somehow being with you quickly grow to feel like home, its like if you were that warm home to return he have missed so much for a long time

Boothill's feeling for you grow slowly but they grow really stronge, he is just so focused on you that he just doesn't pay attention to anyone or anything else anymore, suddenly you become everything for him, clinging as if his life depends on the comfortable feeling you give him, without noticing you become his family, that family for what he would do anything, the family that he will manage to save at all costs

Boothill doesn't notices his feelings until is too late, until he reached the point where he gets in a desperate and even paniced state whenever you are away from him for too long, even having nightmares seeing you in that day where he lost everything, even sometimes he dreams about losing you along with his child. After reaching this point there is no way he will leave without you, if he has to go away to keep his journey he will somehow take you with him, he can't risk not seeing you ever again

Boothill becomes so clingy and overprotective of you that he just doesn't leave your side and has to know where you are always, he doesn't want to take away your freedom but he will slowly isolate you because he wants to protect you, he is so caring and carismatic but is also desperate, he will manipulate you on following him if he needs, after all he treats you as his own child and he will make sure you are never in danger or lack anything

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, and frequently, ran doesn’t think too much.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is like the “backstory” for the ring. MAYBE i’ll turn it into a multiple part. i also put it in the timeline where everyone is happy because i really love everyone being friends. wrote it because rays’s version destroyed me !!!!!!!!!!!

he spins the ring on his finger. he slides it off. he looks at it. he lets it hang from his neck, on the chain. he sighs.

“now what the hell is up with you?” barging in, ran asks. “who shat in your cereal every morning for the past two weeks?” he says, opening the kitchen cupboard to take — funny enough — some cereal out.

“i’m not in the mood, ran.” his younger brother spits back, head falling against the wooden table.

“hey now, there’s something really wrong with you if you’re acting like .. this.” pointing at him, he sits down, fat bowl of cereal clashing against the dark block, spilling some milk onto it. “now, spill.” with mouth full, he tries to choke out the words, spoon in his brothers face the moment he gulps down the first mouthful.

“you’re gross sometimes.” rindou just sighs, looking away.

“what’s with the ring?” ignoring the insult, the lanky haitani just continues his questioning. “by the way, the blue doesn’t look that bad on you.”

“it’s mine, and i got a matching one for y/n.” the other explains, “thanks, by the way. it was her idea to dye it like this.”

“you wanna propose to her?” his older brother asks, chewing loudly. “y’know we’re still just teenagers?”

“no shit, big head.” rolling his eyes, rindou feels the exasperation dig its roots deeper into his brain. “i’m not proposing. yet. but i don’t know if i should give it to her.” he finally says, letting ran in on his worries.

“and why not? what’s that? cartier, right?”

“no brand can escape your gaze, you’re really unbelievable.”

“thanks, bro, love you too.” as he swallows his last spoonful, ran winks.

“not in a good way.” the younger sibling announces, earning a displeased look from his brother.

“now you’re the annoying one. fuck’s going with you two?” ran finally snaps, trying not look worried. after all, he loves his brother, but they don’t do that kind of talking.

“she’s leaving next week” rindou finally manages to choke out.

“what? what do you mean?” his brother asks, taken aback by the sudden information.

“her student visa’s expired. she’s gotta go back home until gets it renewed.”

it pains him to even think about it. he hasn’t eaten in almost fourteen days, ever since he found out. but what pains him even more is how excited you are about going back home. about going away from him.

he thinks it’s selfish, because he knows how much you’ve missed your parents and how much you’ve waited for a holiday that’s long enough to return.

“if the flights take four days in total and i want to stay for two weeks, then i’d rather not go anymore.” you always said. “i want to spend as much time as possible, without having to rush anything, y’know?

but maybe sometimes love is all about being selfish, loving someone with your whole heart. maybe he wants to never let you leave without him. maybe he can’t let you leave without him because he can’t stand not being an 8 minute subway ride away from you.

“don’t tell me you got some of those control issues, the pretty tiktok girls say they’re not cute at all…” ran comments, dodging an uppercut by a mere second.

“can you take me seriously for once? i think she wants to break up with me, she called me over today saying we have to talk.” rin frowns, blond-blue bangs covering his tired eyes. “i shouldn’t have believed that tiktok reading that said good news are coming my way.”

“you’re so fucking dumb, lord have mercy.”

“excuse me, ran?”

“you’re excused. let’s get this straight: does it really matter to you wether she’s oceans away or in meguro? what do you think she’s gonna do, break up with you only to return in three months and see you everywhere? do you really think y/n’s that kind of girlfriend? throw away three years BECAUSE OF A VISA?! fuck outta here with that insecure crap, rin. i raised you better than that.”

on the inside, ran smiles. oh, how he loves knocking sense into his younger brother. truly the best activity.

“now go and talk to her.”

rindou hesitates.

“i won’t say it nicely the second time around.” the older one threatens, and rindou jolts up from his chair and bolts through the door, house slippers still on, door wide open. before ran can say anything else, rindou’s voice echoes from the staircase into the kitchen:

“i’ll buy a new pair when i get back, don’t start bitching, please! i’ve got a girl i have to convince not to break up with me!”

his older brother laughs as he pulls out his phone.

sister in law

(16:22) he’s on his way.

then, a ping fills the empty space.

sister in law

(16:23) already talked to mikey. everything’s going great.

(16:23) love you, big head

(16:23)🫰

maybe ran’s not gonna tell you the reason rindou is running like a maniac through minato ward right now.

ugh, is his head really that big?

tagging: @h4nman BECAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY😡😡😡 ; @sirachano0dles <3 i might start a taglist if i make this into a multiple part fic?!?

[marinettesaltprompts]

Joker #4 - Marinette “Maribat” Salt Prompt

Credit to @rukatofan89

I admit I’ve been disconnected from DC comics for a while, but one thing that I was intrigued with recently was the concept of there being 3 Jokers (Though how Bats could’ve missed it is well beyond me) Fair warning, I wrote this while tired so it may not make total sense.

Following the bat clan to Paris, Joker III witnesses the fall of Adrichat like most salt fics and calls up the other two, telling them he has a lead on the next one. Like most Maribat salt fics, Ladybug goes to Gotham to be with the Bat Family (and hopefully finding love with whatever Robin the author likes, I’ll stick to Damien for ‘traditions sake’)

Fast forward a few weeks, Adrien gets an apology letter, from Marinette (Really the Jokers) wanting to help him start over in the US since his life in the EU is ruined. He barely makes it to Gotham before he’s knocked out and wakes up dressed as a thief in a chemical factory. The Batfam and Ladybug arrive, and Ladybug knocks Adrien into a chemical vat without knowing it’s him.

Later, the three Jokers retrieve the changed Adrien from the vat of chemicals, not knowing that the magic of being a Sentibeing and residual magic from his ring caused a different reaction. He looks like a Joker with clawlike fingernails, but he’s rational…and far more hateful towards the world as a whole and Ladybug in particular.

His first act, is (seemingly) killing the three Jokers, claiming that “There can be, only ONE!” Afterwards, he takes on the name Chat Cheshire and uses a purple and green variant of his Chat Noir costume complete with claws, Bo staff and Joker gas. Personality wise, he’s somewhere between Heath Ledgers’ Joker and Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon a Time.

Rather than attack Gotham, Adrien begins targeting Marinette and the Bat Family psychologically and physically. 

Act one, terrorize Alfred in Wayne Manor and vandalize the Bat Cave to push Bruces’ buttons and steal the Miracle Box (sans whichever ones Ladybug gave out) to send Maribug into a spin. He gives Alfred his REAL backstory (Not the version Marinette believes) which sets Bruce digging deeper into the events surrounding Hawkmoth. 

Act two, eroding support. Using intel that he’s learned while in Gotham, Adrien sets up specific traps to retrieve the remaining miraculous from the Bat Family by replicating the worst experiences of their lives. After each attack, he comments something like “Tell Buggabrat I said hello.”

Injures Grayson with a trapeze that replicates the night his parents died. Falls when the line snaps and damages his spine like Barbara. Will require surgery like after Bruces’ first run-in with Bane

Uses knockout gas against Todd and beats him with a crowbar while drugged. “Y'know, black and blue is FAR more you.”

Shoots Barbra with a neurotoxin that cripples her again. Temporary, until the poison fully leaves her system. He uses the same joke on her and Dick. “It’s not like you have a leg to stand on. Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!”

Sets up a faux hostage situation in the apartment where Tims’ father died. Even managed to steal the boomerang Digger Harkness (Capt. Boomerang) used from the evidence warehouse and use it to get him in the shoulder removing him from the board. “What’s the matter Tweety? Get your wing clipped?”

(I know there’s more members, but that’s all the ones I have)

As all this is going on, Marinette is clinging to the illusion that Adrien is this way because of his own choices. Bruce flat out calls her out on her actions after finding out the full story from both his own investigation, and the various stories his family has passed on to him. He flat out tells her to get out of the manor.

Damian while refusing to follow Marinettes’ orders and having no feelings for her (to her disappointment) he agrees to hunt the one who’s hurt his family…which is just what Adrien wanted.

Faking an appearance across town for Bruce to follow (He’s more sympathetic to him now and tries to reason with Chat Cheshire before realizing it’s a fake), Adrien lures Marinette and Damien to him in a Lazarus Pit by using the Miracle Box as bait. 

Chat Cheshire forces Damien to waste his Cataclysm by deploying Joker gas. He then drops from his place in the ceiling and KO’s him by hitting the back of his head with his staff and reclaiming the ring. He silences Plagg, calling him a traitor after how things ended between them.

A fight between Marinette and Adrien begins and in spite of having a few months of training under Batman, she was not expecting him to be so vicious and hateful towards her. As he’s systemically taking her apart, he’s also calling her out about her actions in Paris and how he was treated by her and Fu. (Frankly it’s like when Terry taunts Joker in Batman Beyond.)

“What, you did a few good deeds, and suddenly expected everyone to jump to your defense when you were making an ass of yourself?”

“Your 'High Road’ advice didn’t help!”

“You really are a terrible guardian aren’t you, the cat miraculous can’t help you read minds. I mean, how was I to know she threatened you?”

“You were a terrible Cat Hero!”

“This coming from the girl who ran away from the fight to get help while I fought Akumas alone. And let’s face it, If "I” was a terrible hero, what does that make you miss stalkerbug.“

"What?”

“Oh, Alya and the Kwami’s let slip a few details that I was able to piece together. Just imagine, the great Ladybug falling so deeply in love with a living ad that she’d resort to stalking it, while throwing the real person within away like yesterdays’ trash. 

"It’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic. Oh, what the heck I’ll laugh anyway Ha, ha, ha!!!”

From here, the story could go two ways.

1) Adrien takes the earrings and makes the wish, splitting the Miracuverse from the DCU. Leaving Marinette unaware as to why Adrien suddenly despises her, or how Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth so easily.

2) Taking the earrings and returning them to the box with the ring, Chat Cheshire throws the full Miracle Box into the Lazarus Pit, destroying it and the Miraculous. However, he had the foresight to hide the Peacock by burying it beneath Thomas and Martha Wayne. Using his Amok to restore his original appearance, he gives one more taunt to Marinette as he leaves.

“I can’t see Batman or the guardians being happy with you losing the mother box but look on the bright side. Now you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. Or you were before you threw it away to come here and now have to face the consequences." 

*Leaves while cackling like the Joker. *

End.

[dismissivedestroyer]

Hi hello I might be a bit feverish still so this might come off as some nonsense rambling but!!

LITERALLY YOU'RE SO CORRECT!!

Like, Bob and Moloch don't have HALF of the complexity that Dexter has (this doesn't mean i don't like them, i actually love them), Moloch is just "Evil-because-demon", and Bob is just "Evil-because-yes", since as far as we know, he doesn't have any backstory to tell us why he is the way he is. He's just an evil cannibal serial killer for the sake of being evil and eating people.

With Dexter, the situation's way more complex, because he really isn't evil. He's morally grey at best, made some questionable choices to keep his "urges" under control, but not evil at all. It took him ONE YEAR of psychological torture to snap and decide to kill the kids, and even then, he fought it as much as he could.

I really like how Pelo wrote Dexter, honestly. It's really rare to see ASPD (antisocial personality disorder), which i'm like 90% sure Dexter was canonically confirmed to suffer from, represented in a way that isn't just "Ohoh look at this EVIL MONSTER with NO EMPATHY who doesn't CARE FOR HUMAN LIFE and so he's gonna KILL EVERYONE OHOH". And it bothers me a bit how much the fandom leans into characterizing Dexter exactly like this. Like, his issues are barely acknowledged as a whole, and if they are, they are represented poorly. Idk maybe it's just cause Spooky Month usually leans into horror tropes and stereotypes, so the fandom chalks Dexter up to the (still ableist btw) "Mentally Ill Serial Killer" trope, but the fact is that Dexter in canon is NOT LIKE THIS, and they always make him so WIDELY out of character... It's like the fandom saw his mental illness, saw the fact that Dexter's personality is still at times very harsh, brutally honest, and sassy and sarcastic (mostly in the doodles Pelo does), and decided "okay yeah we can't baby-fy him, turn him up to the other extreme"---> and made him this heartless insane guy

Anyway. Big fan of how Pelo gave us a character that actually struggles with his mental illness and also makes bad choices and isn't a perfect human being but also not an irredeemable evil monster that just wants to murder people for fun.

[veintrry]

Yoo can you make a scaramouche x reader angst?? Where scara snapped at reader ofc like reader won't tolerate the fact they got yelled by the the sixth harbinger so they made a comeback which resulted to an argument then scaramouche slapped reader something like that and the others are up to u :))

Btw can I be ☆ anon??

And it's alright if you won't make this no need to rush

scaramouche x gn!reader, angst, violence, complicated relationship, reader doesnt know about the whole puppet thing just to be clear, what is love??? crisis + baby don't hurt me for emotional neglect pewpew

cw: this work contains physical violence, cursing, and degradation (being seen as lesser than).

an: MY FIRST OFFICIAL REQUEST KM SO HAPPY thank you for submitting your request ☆ anon!!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I wrote a whole backstory and felt like it was too much BUT SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG and I'm not exactly the most proud of this;;

AC: @/6ta6tam on twt

The Balladeer was a difficult man, this came as no surprise to you. You bore witness to many of his cruel, rash and harsh acts that he openly displayed onto his agents --or anyone he viewed as below him -- seeing them as trash, no, even lesser than that. Yet, never did you even dare think that he would turn his scrutinising gaze onto you.

You and The Balladeer had a long history together, mostly due to your associations with the harbingers. Unlike Scaramouche, you weren't a harbinger, let alone a fatuu, at least not at first... You two started off rough, you didn't like him, big whoop. It was mutual, at first. However, let's say that circumstances happened. Ones that neither you or he delved into, but was the reason for him offering you a position by his side. You frankly were disgusted at the idea, but the opportunity to actually escape the ruins of your life, you needed it.

That somehow ended up "blossoming" to be more than either of you intended it to be. Downside of having to be together 24/7 you assumed. Though you were given an opening, a peek into The Balladeer beneath the veil. You're somewhat ashamed to say you were charmed by his depth. You think that he likes you because of your interest in him, in his words, he's merely "intrigued by your naiveté", whatever that means...

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You had returned to your tent at the stationed camp, obviously set up by the agents, ones that had suffered an intense course of yelling and degrading, finished off with the scent of burning skin lingering in the air. Scaramouche had entered prior to you, rushing in hurriedly, and with each step of his feet you swore you felt the earth shake a little from a strike of lightning.

"Don't you dare call me that." His words came in sharp, such did the glare he gave you as he turned to face you with a striking amount of ferocity. You noticed how his face seemingly scrunched up further than it already had prior and at this you attempted to speak again before you were shut down. "-And please, drop the formalities. It's pathetic at this point." By that you assumed he meant it was futile, and that was something you had thought a lot around him, honestly.

You were usually tasked with dealing with whatever aftermath occurred. Was it an easy job? No. But you've managed to keep your position in this damn havoc of a 'workplace' for a reason. "My lord," You began, and it wasn't the usual way you'd address him, however even you took caution around the fearsome Sixth Harbinger.

"Scaramouche," You started again, this time with his correction in mind. "I believe that your behaviour and... methods of punishing our squad is putting much strain on them and lowering their performance." There was no 'I believe' it was the reality but you had to make it sound better, professionalism was still something you had to pretend you somewhat cared about around him. "Frankly, if you are upset, don't strike them without warning. That would be very helpful." Sarcasm was also in your blood. Family genes.

He didn't hide the distaste he felt at his words. "Don't speak like that with me. And if you're so concerned about their performance how about you go and lecture them, hm? Oh, or you perhaps too busy running papers errands with your pen stuck between your fingers?" Archons help the sigh you had to hold back up. You still rolled your eyes though. It was too bothersome having to listen to him avoid blame whilst you have to attempt to level with him. "I am actually. Thanks for asking." Maybe you really were naive to like someone such as him.

"Don't question the way I do things. I don't need to remind you of your position, do I?" Now that had certainly caught your attention, and with a raise of your brow you urged him to go onwards, "What do you mean by that?" It sounded less like a question and more like you had been offended by what he said. Because you were. He had practically put you down and yes your rank as his assistant is obviously lower but you were together, as a person, as someone he is with, he sure as hell shouldn't get to tell you where you are ranked.

"I mean that you are still below me."

"You might not be as irrelevant as those vermin, but you and I are not the same." Oh, so that's how it is.

"Ha, you're damn right we aren't. One of us has an ounce of fucking humanity in them and the other lacks any heart." Maybe it wasn't your place to say that, considering you were the one who still chose to be by his side? But now you were rethinking things, was it really you choosing to be by his side. If you had left wouldn't he just chase you down? Or maybe you meant so little he'd let you go? When he said he was intrigued by you, did you misinterpret it, did he perhaps just mean that you were a different, amusing toy for him to play around with? You were starting to think way deeper about everything in your relationship.

The expression the Harbingers face warps to was something difficult to put into words, but he gave you this look, this glare, as if you had said something that you'd regret for the rest of your life, as if you had overstepped the line of your position and attempted to go against him one-on-one. It was as though you not only questioned his authority, but as well as something underlying. You struck a nerve.

It took less than a second for the man that was once opposite you to no longer be there, and for your view of sight to be turned towards the left side of the tent. A stinging feeling resurfacing over and over on the cheek of your face. He had slapped you. He had the nerve- the gall - to slap you. You wanted to stay like that for a moment, to simply not avert your gaze from the dark coloured fabric, but the anger that fueled you, the flames that lit within you at the idea that this man who you even dared to even like had disrespected you made you face him again.

And there his facial muscles didn't budge, not even an inch, as he glared you down as if you were something abnormal. It hit you then the realisation, with Scaramouche it was always alright, it was tolerable. But you failed to notice the unspoken rule between you two. 'Don't question me, and we'll be fine.' There was always a limit to how close you can get to him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you." You knew he could be physically violent, you've seen it. But to think he'd do it to you. No, not just that, but the fact that he fucking tinged the slap with electro. He didn't just strike you like he did with others, no, he physically put his skin onto yours. And somehow it felt more degrading than if he had just let a bolt of light tear through you. It felt as if he thought you weren't even worth something horrendously painful. Only something minor, something small, to keep you in your place.

For what felt like hours you two merely scowled at one another, and it was the first time you'd say you both wore your emotions on your sleeves so boldly.

He bites the bottom of his lip before muttering out one word, "Leave."

And you want to say that his indigo eyes betray what he orders, you really want to. Though, you don't know if you're right or just fooling yourself in this "naiveté" of yours again. Was what made you intriguing how long you managed to last?

In front of you, was the Balladeer, The Sixth Fatui Harbinger, and his expression almost felt human.

[almayver]

hello, dear alma!! sooo, your tags on my 'phum helps toey' really hit me with a burst of inspiration (which was very nice, because I'm having a bit of a writing struggle right now) so I wrote this little scene that mirrors your tags. I wanted to send it your way, because I don't know when I'll actually write this fic idea in the future (I'm already swamped in three wips, I will not add a fourth right now). So here you have it! I hope it amuses you a bit. And I also hope it's welcomed fjshf sorry for imposing if it isn't. Inspired by: "funnily enough i feel like Phum and Q have this certain similar vibe and Phum would just go to Q and have a weird staring contest. and he would be so direct "ok. what are your intentions with my brother" and unlock the backstory early" ---------

Phum sits on the chair with a powerful clear of his throat, making direct eye contact with Q when the artist snaps his gaze up at him. When no greeting word gets exchanged, he slowly slides the cup of coffee across the table. Q's sharp eyes lower towards it, before they regain their fixation on Phum. "You've been following me around quite a bit these days. Finally man enough to come up to me?" "I want to talk to you," Phum says, hoping he doesn't look one jolt away from spooking away. Q's eyebrow does a nimble jerk. "About Peem? I have nothing to tell you." "Not Peem," he mutters. When Q crosses his arms and tongues the inside of his cheek with a urging jerk of his head, he sighs. "You've been talking quite a lot with my brother these past months." Q stares blankly for a minute, before he drawls, "The last time I remember ever interacting with Fang was two weeks ago, when he asked me to pass the plate of nuts at Peem's backyard party."

"Not-" Phum reigns in the urge to rub an exasperated hand across his face. He's sure he's making quite a grimace, from the way Q regards him almost repelled. "Not Fang. I'm talking about Toey." "Toey," Q repeats, seeming to mull over it with a quiet flicker of his gaze. He looks back, more cautious. "Right, your brother Toey. What's your business with that?" Phum blinks. "With... what?" "With the fact that I've been talking to him," Q responds calmly. Surprisingly, he takes Phum's offered coffee and takes a long sip. "I'm his mentor. Of course I talk to him." "Not like that," Phum refutes, and even if he feels like he has to be careful under a scrutiny such as Q's, he doesn't back down from adding, "I know you're paying more attention to him than any mentor would." It's bullshit. Utter bullshit. What Phum knows is that Toey is head over heels for this man, and he's the one mooning and tagging along and asking his P'Q many things. He's playing with fire here.

But sometimes, people wave a hand over a flame and end up fine. This is how he feels when he sees Q clenching his shoulders, expression frozen, caught, before he narrows his gaze at him.

"Again," Q starts, tone lower. "I don't see how this is your business whatsoever."

This is also a fire that could potentially burn him. But as Phum studies the tightness of Q's hand around his bicep, and the subtle agitation of his eyes, he finds he's willing to shove his whole hand into this particular flame. "I care a lot about Toey." Phum leans into his chair, keeping his expression lax despite the undertone of severity in his tone. "And he seems really attached to you. So- If you like him-"

"Like him?" Q cuts in, quite in disbelief. "Like him," Phum assents, giving him a pointed look.

"Like you like my friend?" Q asks, lips twitching up when Phum is the one startling this time. "Don't change the subject," Phum says quickly, leaning a bit more over the table in what he hopes is an intimidating gesture. "I just want to make sure you're not playing with Toey's feelings, alright? He wouldn't deserve that." He expected a deflection, or at least somewhat of a reassurance that Q is not one to do such things. He doesn't seem like the type. And he's Peem's bestfriend. Peem. Who Phum knows would never ever play with someone in such a way. It's fundamental in his gentle nature. What he didn't expect was to see Q's slightly sardonic expression fall and crumble on top of the table. His shoulders slump, that innate reticence dissolving as the artist heaves a long sigh. "Don't worry about it," Q says, so subdued that Phum strains to hear him. The sharp gaze that kept him pinned lowers towards the coffee. "I won't do something that like." Then, even quieter, "Never again." Phum observes him for a second, before daring to open his mouth. "I feel like there's a story in there." Q hums, still not lifting his face. Even so, he drawls, "I feel like there's a story behind your interest in my best friend as well." Phum huffs, unable to hide the little smirk tingling at his lips. "Alright then," he concedes. This is for Toey, he tells himself. He's finding information out for Toey. "If you'll tell me your deal, I'll tell you mine. How's that?" Q tilts his head in consideration, before he finally meets Phum's soft eyes again. They have another stare down that makes one of the passing students offer them a look, before Q shrugs, face impassive. "Sure," Q says, before he gives Phum a calculating once over. "But you're telling it first." "I'll tell you half, you tell me half, and we go from there," Phum pushes. "So we both know we're going to be fair."

After a tense second, Q nods, "You're still going first." "Fine by me," Phum hums, standing up. "Meet me tomorrow at the engineering canteen. I'll treat you to a meal." Q doesn't necessarily respond, but his gaze is friendly enough. Phum takes it and turns around- He bumps into a gaping Peem, who gives them two equally round glances. "Um," Phum lets out, before giving a swiftly amused Q one more glance. Q remains silent, of course he does, and Phum starts to slowly walk around Peem. "I- Have a class in five. See you later, Peem." He power walks out of there before Peem's pretty lips can open around words. [additional dialogue] "Did he-" Peem takes a slow seat, head still turned towards Phum's retreating figure. "Did I just hear him... invite you out to a meal?" Q hums casually, "He also bought me a coffee just now." Peem whips around, giving the incriminating cup a stare. "He... what?" Q shrugs, and takes another long sip out of it. "It's good, though." "Right," Peem croaks, giving his best friend a helpless look. He opens his mouth once, twice, before he slumps in his seat with a frustrating twist of his lips. "I'm- I'm sure it is."

You fuckers wish you had THE thunder-point sending you fics. I'm living a charmed life actually.

Cole. This is the greatest gift ever. Listen to me, you sending insanely good writing to me will NEVER be imposing. In fact you can write two sentences and send them to me and i will rave about them. Trust me

Now. Unto the fic

!!!! Have i told you i love your writing? Because i love your writing. And you got EXACTLY what i was thinking about when i wrote those tags. Like to an insane degree.

Also i feel we could crown you many things but right now im crowning you the leading expert in the Phum-Q dynamic. You get them. You get them GOOD. How they are both very quiet calm characters, and some of it its a mask but a lot of it is juts who they are. And Phum being protective of Toey! That's his baby brother. While Q being a nosy friend because Peem is his best friend!

Amazing. Also that ending, fucking hilarious. Imagine being Peem in that situation. The comedy of it all. The angst. The confusion

Thanks for sending it to me🖤🖤🖤 I hope you are aware that if you ever continue writing it you are contractually obligated to tag me, send it to me, mail it, whatever you want.

[thingsseenandheard]

Okay well I don't know what else to do with it and this blog is here for the express purpose of me being very normal about Cazador so here's my preliminary Cazador narrative voice scene. It's the first one I've written oriented towards him so I'm very much still developing his character & what I want his narrative voice to sound like, this was a fun little exersize <3. More notes at the end because I've changed some things about his backstory prior to all of this.

TW For Cazador and Vellioth in general, and for suggestions of torture & sexual violence. Caz gets slapped, but nothing else is explicit.

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Cazador knows this game well, and he stands stock still while the drow matron circles him. He is being appraised both physically and mentally. She is searching for weakness, searching for a reason to either keep or to discard him. Malnourished, dirty, and mute as he is, he hopes she will decide he has nothing worthwhile to offer her, and she will have him killed. Cazador is familiary with how male drow are treated, and he has no desire to see it firsthand.*

"He would be pretty, if he was cleaned up a bit..." the matron says, "Perhaps I shall keep him for a time."

She is smiling in a serene manner that reminds him of Vellioth. Her white hair flows in waves, there is a soft sort of threat in her pale blue eyes, not unlike the way his Master looks at him.

Finally, she touches him. Her hand comes up and brushes his hair back behind his ear, gently trails over his jaw and throat, and then draws back to strike him across the face. His head snaps to the side, but he does not react. No, Cazador knows better. He is familiar with this game, too. One of Vellioth's favourites.

The rules are simple: Don't react. No matter what she does, he will be silent - though he doens't have a choice there - he will be a blank slate. If he cracked too quickly, Vellioth's punishment would be infinitely worse because he was weak. He would be punished for speaking out of turn if he begged, though thankfully, Vellioth's compulsion prevents him from making a sound now.

Cazador has had plenty of practise being a blank slate, so when the matron orders her slaves to undress him, and she herself begins to unwrap her dress, he remains still and docile. Fighting would only make it worse.

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*I am changing this to him being familiar with how male drow are treated because Vellioth sent him to the Underdark for a time to serve another drow matron he knew - and I am toying with the idea of it being the same drow matron who held Halsin captive but I am as yet undecided on that - so he has already seen how male drow are treated firsthand, which really only adds to the abject horror of the whole situation for him, because he knows exactly what is coming and he knows that presently, there is virtually nothing he can do to escape it. It's this or Vellioth, and I think he believes that this is going to be a little bit less horrific than whatever Vellioth has in store.

I also want to add to this because I hadn't really put much thought into Cazador's weird thing about hair before I wrote it so I think his reactions to her touching his hair could be a lot more interesting.

[azureblues08]

For some reason I had this idea if a version of Doomslayer was in Patapon 😅

of course, he would be an ancient warrior but is named "Sen".

Sen 戦 = Battle

His placement in the lore would be different: During the advancements of his tribe, they stumbled upon an ancient ruin full of scriptures speaking about 'great power', of course, the tribe sought for flourishment & decided to use these scriptures for themselves. Unknowingly they summoned a demon & made a deal for their tribe to gain glory & power in exchange for worship & sacrifices for said demon.

Sen was born during the time after his tribe made that deal & their tribe was in its prime. Sen grew up to be a warrior in his tribe's army & took pride in it, but he soon became aware of the darker side of his tribe upon witnessing & participating in a brutal ritual for the tribe's Demon. He has participated 3 times in these rituals however on the fourth, he soon snapped & sabotaged the ritual not bearing to hurt the innocent & unwilling. Even going as far as attempting to attack the demon!

This brought up the fury of Sen's tribe leaders for the action & exiled him out of the tribe, it was also to appease the Demon. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough & the demon punished the tribe by summoning its minions to terrorize the tribe, soon escalating to enslaving them, then in the end eradicating them.

After a few years of exile, Sen training himself to be stronger, now fully perpared to take down the Demon after earning some favors from others & doing jobs.

Only for him to arrive when the last of his tribe was being killed off; when witnessing this, everyone he knew dead & gone. Unleashed a fury like no other. Killing every demon in sight, even if his whole tribe was dead, didn’t mean he wouldn’t avenge them. After many battles & protecting nieghboring tribes from the evil demons, he managed to defeat the Demon lord who killed his tribe & sealed the evil minions back to the underworld.

He died in the process of it, unfortunately, soon forgotten by the rest of the world.

Well, not really forgotten, Sen is believed to be nothing but a ficitional warrior that others would tell a few tales about.

HOT DAMN- I LITERALLY MADE A WHOLE BACKSTORY AS I WROTE THIS!

Maybe make another patapon oc out of this???

Edit: I feel like 'version' wouldn’t be the right word for this, mostly inspired.

[bobmckenzie]

The Kiss-Thing

word count: 1173 blurb: Richie's been avoiding Caitie since she kissed him on the cheek, and she thinks she knows why. author's note: just wanna shoutout @lovesick-rambles who wrote the amazing commission that gave me the inspo for this follow-up piece!! 💙 thank you Natalie for helping me piece together the backstory of this ship lol 😆

Caitie stood in the cereal aisle, eyes mindlessly scanning over the plethora of granola options while her thoughts were far, far away from grocery shopping. 

For the past week, all she'd been able to think about was Richie. Richie, who the last time they'd seen each other, she'd kissed on the cheek in a rare moment of boldness.

Richie, who hadn't spoken to her since.

She should've known better than to think he was interested in her. He stopped by her job to find a cologne and ate lunch with her as a friend, nothing more. She'd read too much into it, got caught up in optimism thanks to her own silly little crush on him.

She just had to convince herself to make the first move, had to step out of her comfort zone and kiss him like that. He was just so… sweet. So cute. And god, she needed to stop thinking about him. As far as signals went, this one was crystal clear: he wasn't interested. And why should he be?

With a sigh, she picked out her usual bag of maple flavored oats and dropped it in her cart. The truth was, they hardly knew each other. Hell, that was probably half the reason she’d misread the situation, thought maybe he felt the same way, that all that shy awkwardness from the first time they'd met had been an indicator of something more than just… well, Richie being shy and awkward. 

It was fine—she'd get over it, she’d be mature and they would stay friends. But she couldn't deny there was a part of her heart that'd been hopeful.

Caitie started out of the aisle, turned her cart, and wheeled right into a clanging, head on collision with someone else's cart.

"I'm so sorry!" The words escaped her automatically before she even looked up—then her eyes met the ones she hadn't been able to get off her mind. "Richie—!" She wasn't sure what to say, especially not with him staring wide-eyed at her like he'd just run into the last person he wanted to see. "Um—Hi. Sorry."

The reality was that she was half right about him avoiding her. Richie's heart sank when they locked eyes, not because he didn't want to see her—God did he want to see her—but because he wasn't ready. He'd spent the last week trying and failing to be ready.

He shook his head after a few more awkward seconds, snapping out of his daze. "No!" The word came out too loud, too enthusiastic. "No," he tried again, "My fault. Hi."

"I didn't know you shop here. I mean, I've never seen you before." Her fingers fidgeted on the handle of her cart. 

"Only every now and then—they have a certain cereal Howie likes. My brother," he added.

She nodded, giving a small smile. "I remember. You mentioned him at the movies."

"Right!" He exclaimed a little too enthusiastically again, pointing at her as he trailed off, "Good memory. I… Yeah. Forgot about that." All he could really remember from that night was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself. That and the way her perfume smelled, the brush of her hand when he passed her the popcorn, and how his heart pounded every time she got close to him. Sitting next to her for the entire movie nearly killed him.

"I'm sorry," Caitie blurted, gaze dropping from his. "For, um, what I did at the mall. Kissing you, I mean."

And there it was. The regretful words, the rejection he'd unconsciously been avoiding. He wasn't putting off seeing her just because he didn't know how to ask her out. He'd been putting it off because deep down, he knew she'd probably written off the whole thing as a mistake right after it happened.

He forced himself to shrug. "Uh… That's… You don't have to apologize." He prepared himself for the speech: she hadn't meant to lead him on, it was just a friendly kiss. All the things he'd tried to convince himself she wouldn't say.

"I didn't mean to make things weird," she continued. "I think I just got the wrong message, you know, mistaking kindness for flirting. It's my fault."

"You—Huh?" He blinked, repeating the words in his head, trying to make sense of them. She couldn’t possibly mean what it sounded like she meant.

"I know, it's stupid." She ran a hand through her hair. "I guess part of it was wishful thinking that you felt the same, or—" She grimaced, shaking her head, placing her palm against her forehead. "Sorry. Making it awkward again. It's just—we have mutual friends, and I don't want things to be weird. So they won't be, is what I'm trying to say. I'm fine with just being friends. We can just forget the kiss-thing ever happened, if you're not upset."

"Upset? You think—" He had to let out a laugh, but immediately felt guilty for the obvious confusion on her face. "I was not upset by the kiss-thing. I was very much a fan of the kiss-thing." 

"You…” Her furrowed brow softened, tense shoulders relaxing. “Really?" 

"I know I kind of disappeared, I just…" He flushed at the embarrassing truth. "I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but… didn't really know how. Then I sorta psyched myself out. Thought you'd turn me down."

She shook her head, smiling softly. "I wouldn't." 

"Well, in that case…" He looked up at her with a sly, playful smirk, though his body was swaying side-to-side with restless nerves. "I know you got an invite to Gus' barbecue, so… What if we went together? As a date?"

She couldn’t hold back a grin as she nodded, cheeks flushing with color. “I’d like that.”

“Me too.” He held her gaze for a few seconds, realized he was staring, and cleared his throat as he turned to gauge the check-out lines, attempting to look nonchalant, as if this wasn’t the first time anyone had agreed to go on a date with him. “I’ve got practice with the guys in an hour, so I should get out of here. But I’ll see you Saturday?”

“I’ll be there.” She gave him one last smile before wheeling her cart past him—but when she got close he couldn’t help thinking of the last time they’d parted ways, and couldn’t resist placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her just long enough for him to lean up and plant a quick peck on her cheek.

It all happened fast enough for him to not overthink it, until he backed up and saw her flushed face and smile of surprise. Then his head seemed to catch up with his body, and all the suave confidence he could muster evaporated into thin air.

“Um—” he squeaked out, pointing to the registers at the other end of the store with a nervous laugh. “Okay. See you. Bye.”

She watched him wheel his cart away, face warm as she bit back a laugh. Apparently, she hadn’t misread his awkwardness after all.

[synthsays]

Wembley Backstory Headcanon

⚠ TW: mention of abuse ⚠

I wrote this a while ago so ignore whatever spelling or word mistakes it may have it was written on a whim in the middle of the night ;-; so without further ado here's my take on wembley's ✨️ f-ed up backetstory ✨️

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So gobo is shown to at least frequently yell at wembley (assuming the cartoon is part of the canon) as well as the other characters with examples of him[wembley] covering his face and otherwise protecting himself from said yeller. This could mean one of two things, he has this as a natural reflex OR it shows past experience of someone who was yelling at him also wanting to cause harm physically. Now fraggle family dynamics are weird within the show. But fraggles are proven to have family because of traveling matt & gobo. Now Wembley is shown to be, most likely, the youngest of the group. And has been shown living with gobo since the beginning of the show. It is assumed the fraggles who are related live together, going off of gobo living with Matt since he was little. But Wembley shows no relation (besides being best friends) to gobo. Wembley might have been previously living with other fraggles, may or may not be his family, that verbally and possibly physically abused him. Going further out on a limb, this may have been the cause for his wembling problem, for one reason or another. To continue, Wembley may have run away from home to live with his best friend gobo, given he had a recent vacancy in his cave due to Matt leaving. Wembley is still yelled at by gobo every once and a while, but doesn't seem to mind besides "protecting" himself. One thing I forgot to mention earlier is a possible reason wembley's "wembling fits" get so bad.

Wembley is shown to desperately want others' approval aka for others to like him. This may also be a sign of trauma, perhaps. Because his friends yell at him he tries to make them happy by agreeing with them all the time. This causes problems however when he has to choose between them. Not wanting anyone to be unhappy (aka "hate" him) be basically short circuits his brain trying to decide. But then his friend yells at him for fainting or wembling too much. This may cause all of them to leave, or at least change their mind. They think of Wembley as a burden sometimes, even though many times he faints it's just from him trying to make everyone happy. In some instances they will gaslight or even bully him, which really can't be good. Not trying to be rude to the rest of the fraggle five, they've just made some bad choices regarding wembley. In some episodes it's shown that Wembley has low self esteem, but he still tries to look on the bright side. This low self esteem may be because of his friend's bad habits of making fun of him[wembley]. Wembley sang a whole song abt "who would want to love a wimp like me?" Poor wembley. Continuing my personal theories, this low self esteem may have also come from the previous abusive fraggles, not really mattering if they were related or not. If I remember correctly, I think Wembley thinks he deserves this, or at least that it's normal. Wembley is also often seen putting others before him, even if they may not have done the same. For a few rare times you can see Wembley snap from his normal happy self, crying or making angry outbursts at others. This may be a sign he bottles up his emotions, as well as gobo stating Wembley is sensitive. This may link to the "abuse" theory.

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[ladystormcrow]

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

❄️From the currently-being-worked-on second chapter of Trio Sonata:

Meg laid a hand on her shoulder. It was meant to be reassuring, but as Christine’s anxiety started to rise, it felt like a threat.

“Please tell me what’s really going on, Christine.” Her dark eyes were wide, intense, imploring. “Are you in danger? Is the Phantom threatening you?” She paused. “Did he do something to the vicomte?”

“No!” She flinched away from Meg’s touch. “It’s not like that. No one’s in danger.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

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☔ I've mentioned in past asks that if I were to go back to my Megamind fanverse fics (Life Is What Happens and The Storm And The Stars), there are a number of things I would change that would probably require rewriting the story from the beginning.

The biggest ones involve Wayne/Music Man's relationship with my OC Danielle Dymond. I know it's a popular headcanon that Wayne is somewhere under the LGBTQ umbrella, and I would want to incorporate that more into his thoughts and backstory, and how it continues to impact him now (since being involved with a cis woman like Danielle doesn't make him straight). I would also choose to keep the Scott parents alive, since I feel like killing them off pre-story as I did missed out on a lot of plot potential for them finding out their son is alive, and exploring how they'll interact with Danielle and her family (not just the racial and social class differences, but how the Dymonds are a loving and supportive family, while the Scotts are ... not so much). I also wasn't a believer in ACAB when I wrote the original fic, and I would change Danielle's ending so that, instead of rejoining the police force, she stays at the community center and starts training volunteers for a neighborhood watch-esque organization.

One other big plot idea for these two that I planned to explore in a future fic involves Danielle unexpectedly getting pregnant. She does want the child, so Wayne, terrified that a potentially superpowered fetus might kill her, goes to Megamind and begs him to find a way to shut off his powers so she can safely carry the baby to term -- including offering himself up for Megamind to experiment on. Megamind then has to deal with the awkward, complicated feelings of finally discovering how to weaken his former rival, but not being able to enjoy it like he once would have.

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🌤️ From Katabasis (which is still technically a WIP, thought it really is almost done), the whole coversation between Kira and SilSol in Chapter 8 is one of my favorites, but these lines in particular:

“... No apology can undo the harm my kind have done,” he said, after a long and weighted pause. “But I want to offer one anyway. Kira, I’m sorry. I’m so terribly sorry. Not just for what my dark shard did. For everything.” 

Kira lowered her wings, her shoulders tensing as she looked up at him. “And what? You want me to say I forgive you?”

SilSol did not answer, but the way his corona flickered suggested that was exactly what he’d been hoping. 

“Well, I don’t,” she snapped. “You’ve done nothing to deserve forgiveness. You killed people, you ruined our world, and as soon as you were one again, you ran away and left Jen and me to clean up your mess.” 

His corona dimmed abruptly. “That was never our intention. We feared bringing more harm to Thra if we stayed! We believed you were the rightful guardians of your world’s Crystal.” 

She thought of the ragged, wheedling Skeksis who had confronted her and Jen, desperately insisting he only wanted peace. How, as soon as it was clear they wouldn’t fall for his lies, he had tried to murder Jen and had given Kira to the others to be killed. “Did you truly believe that? Or were you just too afraid to face what you’d done?”

“Would you have wanted us to stay?” His tone was still calm, but there was an edge to it. 

Kira’s eyes narrowed in anger. “You could have at least done something. All you did was go home and try to forget everything.” She didn’t know this for sure - it was a guess based on their earlier story - but from the way SilSol’s corona turned gray, she knew her words had struck a nerve. “And you’re only here now because your own world’s in danger. You don’t care about Thra, or any of us.” 

“That is not true!” The glow in his eyes brightened like a flaring ember. “You are not the only one who worries for Jen now, Kira. I may have been skekSil the Chamberlain, but I was also urSol the Chanter. I raised Jen with urSu and the others. I loved him like my own child, and I still carry that love now. I want to save Thra not merely because it’s right, but because it means saving him!”

[4-leaf]

this is jasper hes the oc from last night I made him when I was 13 and had a whole elaborate webcomic planned out and wrote oneshots about him and his boyfriend but now looking back it sucked. it was a really basic sunshine x grumpy type story and I gave him a sad backstory just for angst with no real effort or anything so I'm redoing it. he is no longer a perfect precious victim I am making him angry and bitter and full of rage. he is still an optimist but he mainly just prays that things will be better and tells himself they will be so he doesn't snap. he doesn't know if he really believes things will be okay one day or if he just tells himself that. he is also very likely transgender but his egg hasn't cracked yet and I don't know if it will for a long time because it is currently 2007 for him and I dont know when he will discover the term "genderfluid"