#in fact many MANY people were happy and willing to work w you to fight mane!! u got the server to double tab list w ur efforts

[alwritey-aphrodite]

pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶

also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️

anywayss, I have a new idea!!

-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her

-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭

thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶

ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏

AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)

The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.

You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.

Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.

Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.

When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.

The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.

After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.

These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.

In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.

Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point

[kallie-den]

Rescue Hound Chapter Five

Kione confronts Handler over radio transmission about Sartha's abject state of mind - and receives truths that threaten to push her all the way over the edge

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Is that what you want, Ki?

Well. Is it?

That’s what Kione keeps asking herself, over and over again as she stalks aimlessly around the rebel facility. Does she want Sartha Thrace, the hero of the rebellion, to take off with her as a fellow mercenary, going wherever the fighting is most profitable and leaving as soon as the credits run dry?

It’s a hell of a fucking prospect. Until about ten minutes ago, Kione hadn’t realized it was on the table. She’s never dared to give it any thought.

It should make her happy. Right? Sartha’s willing to give her everything. To drop everything for her. Isn’t that what Kione always wanted? Isn’t that devotion? The kind of devotion she’s always longed for? If Kione just said ‘yes’, maybe they’d finally be equals. Partners in crime. She once heard somebody say that was the most intimate relationship between two people.

It means Sartha loves her, doesn’t it?

The very idea tastes so rotten in Kione’s mouth, it makes her laugh darkly under her breath, inviting concerned looks from the rebels she passes by.

No. Not love. Something much, much worse.

But perhaps it could be. Perhaps if they simply got away from everything, even for the worst of reasons, Sartha could finally heal. Perhaps it’s just what she needs. Kione has seen first-hand how much Sartha struggles to bear the adoring, expectant looks from the rebels that surround her. She knows better than anyone how hard she’s finding it to slip back into those old shoes.

What if she didn’t have to? What if they were just… gone?

Kione pictures it for a moment. Ancyor marching across the horizon, nice and slow, cockpit open, letting Sartha taste the wind as it streams through her hair. In her mind’s eyes, Sartha smiles. It’s beautiful.

And it’s wrong.

Because Sartha Thrace never gives up. Sartha Thrace never leaves anybody behind. Sartha Thrace has never abandoned a single soul, and Kione knows she wouldn’t start by ditching everything she’s ever held dear.

But she would, if Kione told her to.

That’s a problem. Because any Sartha Thrace that would do that isn’t the real deal. And Kione won’t settle for a cheap imitation.

She makes her sick, actually. Sartha does. Right now, it’s all Kione can do not to throw up the meal that’s still working its way through her stomach. She’s not sure she’s ever been so disgusted with anyone—except maybe herself, for all these weeks spent pretending Sartha could still be the woman of her dreams.

Stupid. Fuck. She’s so gods-damned stupid.

It’s tempting to just climb in Theaboros and fly off. That thought is never far from Kione’s mind. It’s her baseline survival reflex. If in doubt, hit the bricks. Merc survival 101. This time, though, it doesn’t take. Kione knows she’s too weak for it. And she’s bound tight by the chain of her own promise.

I’ll save you, Sartha.

What does saving her even mean? Fixing her? Or simply making sure she gets to keep pretending? Kione doesn’t know. There are so many things she doesn’t know. She could, of course, go to Sartha. She could storm into her quarters again, and throw her against a wall, and demand that she explain why she’s so pathetic. Didn’t exactly get her very far the first time, though. One of the only things Kione does feel certain of is the fact that Sartha would just fawn and beg and apologize and it would all be completely fucking pointless.

Maybe that’s why Kione finds herself heading to the one place she got some answers before.

Ancyor.

In the hangar cavern it stands as tall and motionless as a statue, half its outer panels peeled away to facilitate the upgrade program the rebels have put into motion. The exposed inner skeleton makes it look even more monstrous than usual. It’s like one of those huge, animal-headed idols Kione has seen in the deserts half a world away. Just as dead, but only for the moment. The computer systems are still up and running, anyway, and as Kione clambers up into the cockpit, none of the mechanics do anything but wave and offer to help her on her way.

She’s Sartha’s partner. They’ve got no reason to raise an eyebrow.

Kione slips into the pilot's seat and closes the hatch. She boots up the electronics and starts picking her way through the data, mostly at random. It’s not like she knows what she’s looking for. She’s just hoping to find whatever missing piece will slot into place and help her understand.

What did they do to her? How did they make Sartha like this?

No, not they.

Her.

After a time, she finds herself thumbing through the comms system. It’s all still imperial tech, yet to be ripped out and replaced. The engineers and rebel commanders probably wouldn’t approve of Kione booting it up on a whim, but she’s beyond caring. She’s thumbing through old transmissions and tracking old signals, looking for something that isn’t hopelessly corrupted. Kione had thought she never wanted to see that imperial handler ever again, but at this point, she’d take anything. Any answer.

She almost jumps out of her skin when the comms console lights up with an incoming long-range transmission.

Briefly, Kione freezes. There are a hundred reasons she should ignore it. Another hundred why she should immediately alert whoever’s in charge of Ancyor’s refit. As far as Kione can tell, the equipment should be capable of two-way communication without transmitting any location data—but that’s only as far as she can tell. No matter how she looks at it, it’s an insane risk. And yet…

Fuck it.

In a moment of supreme, nihilistic impulse, Kione accepts the hail.

The viewscreen before her flickers into life. And it’s Her.

It’s Sartha’s handler. Kione has seen her before, on that recording, and she looks absolutely no different now; black leathers immaculately polished, not a single hair out of place beneath her cap. The signal is much clearer this time around, but the clarity does nothing to make the woman appear more human.

Just the opposite; the more Kione searches for flaws, blemishes, for signs of basic humanity, the more she finds them eerily lacking. Everything about the handler—the way she breaths, moves, trains her gaze, holds herself—is a little too perfect. Inhumanly immaculate. It’s all done with such clipped precision. Like how a machine moves. Even her eyes. There’s nothing human or feeling in her eyes at all.

Kione shivers as they’re trained on her. Before, when she watched the recording, she’d been struck by the irrational impression that the handler could see back into her through the screen and across time.

This time it’s much more than just an impression.

Ah. Kione Monax. As I expected.

Her tone makes Kione’s temper flare, as does the cold smile writ across her face.

“And who the fuck are you?” she demands.

You already know that.

She’s so pale, too. Bloodless. Like a corpse. It’s so easy to imagine that her veins have been drained empty, then filled with coolant and machine oil. How else does someone become like this?

“Shut up,” Kione snarls. It’s all she can do not to punch the screen in front of her. “You don’t know what I know. You don’t know anything about me.”

Of course I do, Kione. It is impossible to disbelieve her. My files on pilots such as yourself are very extensive, and they are never wrong. I know that you’re with Sartha. And I know that you’re sitting in Ancyor because you’re trying to understand her.

The air inside the cockpit suddenly feels dangerously thick.

“How…” Kione asks, before she can stop herself.

It’s not so difficult. I know that you were one of Sartha’s rescuers. I know that you recently participated in combat alongside her, and that you haven’t been seen elsewhere. I know that, during that action, Sartha fought with what the deceased imperial pilots described as an unnatural level of ferocity. I know that, a few weeks ago, our communications network picked up a weak, brief, damaged signal from Ancyor. As if someone careless was picking through its comms logs.

Kione wants very badly to tell her that she’s wrong. To rip away a little of that immaculateness. She can’t. She has nothing to say. She simply feels seen. She feels shame.

So, have you been taking good care of my hound?

The anger returns, and Kione is pitifully grateful for it.

“She’s not yours!” she spits.

Isn’t she?

“I—we—got her back.” Kione tries to match her supreme confidence. “I took her from you.”

Oh? Is that how you feel?

There’s a question behind the question: why doesn’t she feel that way? Why, now that Kione has Sartha in the palm of her hand, has she never felt more distant?

She doesn’t know.

Kione does know that she should put a stop to this at once. Terminate the transmission. Follow her instincts. Hit the bricks. Nothing good comes of talking to someone like this. To someone who knows things they shouldn’t. That impulse is like a bell ringing in Kione’s head: clear, strong, but diminishing a little with each echo as Kione feels herself sinking deeper into the eerie eyes of the handler. Holding her gaze, even though it’s making her clench her hands so hard her fingers ache.

Can’t blink. Can’t look away. Can’t leave. Can’t back down. Can’t show her that.

So focus, Ki.

“What did you do to her?” Kione says, voice as measured as she can make it.

What kind of answer are you looking for?

“Don’t bullshit me!” Kione snaps. She takes a deep breath. “Just tell me how you made her like this.”

An instruction manual, then? I’m afraid I doubt we have time for me to explain the entire process to you. But in a word: trauma. The way a human mind reshapes itself under sufficient duress is fascinating. Once the right pressure is applied, the cracks reveal themselves. Then all that’s needed is a wedge, a hammer and the skill to use them. Speaking metaphorically, of course.

Torture. Fundamentally, what she’s talking about is torture. Kione isn’t shocked that it happens. But something about the handler’s voice is more unnerving than Kione could ever put into words. Clinical, almost, like it’s nothing to her, but with an edge of pride. Of passion, even.

“You make it sound so…” Kione mutters.

Easy?

Kione nods. Yes, that’s what she had been about to say.

It is easy.

She freezes. What the fuck is she supposed to say to that?

The wrong word, perhaps. Simple, in a certain way. It merely requires a level of insight into people, and a willingness to do what needs to be done. But you already know that, don’t you Kione?

“I…” Kione is dying to get out of the cockpit.

You found the words from the communications logs, I suppose. And I see that you’ve put them to good use. Hound is impressive, isn’t she? My finest work.

“What the…” Kione breathes.

Impressive. It’s not the word Kione would choose to use. But it’s not wrong, either.

Have you fucked her?

Kione almost throws up right then and there. Obviously she wants to deny it. That’s instinctive. But it seems pointless, too.

Interesting. I imagined that you had. There’s no need to feel guilty for it, you know. Though I’m sure Sartha’s told you that for herself. She’s very well trained. And very useful. The other pilots always seemed to enjoy her.

Gods. That’s an image that brings the bile all the way into Kione’s throat.

“You’re a fucking freak,” Kione growls at the screen. “You’re a monster.”

I’ve never touched her.

Again, it is impossible to disbelieve her. The handler’s words feel like etchings into the stone of the world. Carved there, indelible. Kione can’t doubt them. She’s simply left to contemplate their awful meaning.

If the handler never touched Sartha that way, what does that say about Kione?

Is Kione worse than her?

No. No, that’s impossible.

“I just did what I had to do,” Kione tries. “Sartha needs to fight. We need her to fight. But you fucking broke her.”

You didn’t need to fuck her to make her fight—not, again, that you should feel guilty. And if that’s the case, why didn’t you tell anybody else about Hound? About her trigger phrase?

Kione’s heart is pounding. She knows. She really does know.

“I… couldn’t trust… they might’ve…” she bleats.

No. You wanted her for yourself.

Breathing hard now. Kione is all but tipping over into panic.

“I…”

Don’t be ashamed of your devotion, Kione. It’s a precious thing. You don’t often hear of a mercenary fighting out of love. And besides, it brought you to me.

To her? What does she think this is?

“Fuck this,” Kione spits. “I’m outta here.”

She reaches out to terminate the transmission but the handler’s voice, surprisingly earnest, calls her to attention.

There’s no need for that. I’ll help you. You came here for answers, and I will give you the answers you’re looking for.

A poisoned promise. Kione’s not so dumb she can’t see that. And yet…

“How do I fix her?” she asks. She doesn’t expect the truth. But anything she can extract from this woman might help her. Might help Sartha.

You can’t.

So much for that, then.

“What the fuck do you mean, can’t?” Kione demands. Her heart quickens dangerously. She can’t hear that. She can’t believe that.

She will never be the way you once saw her. Sartha Thrace will never be able to pilot without hearing those three words you’ve been making such good use of. She will never again be a hero.

It’s impossible to disbelieve her.

“Don’t fucking tell me that!” Kione yells. She slams her fist into the iron wall of the cockpit. “You’re the fucking expert on messing people’s heads, right? So tell me how to fix her. I’ll do whatever it takes. I swear, I’ll figure out how to use your… your ‘pressure’, or whatever other sick shit you like to do to people. I’ll play your game. I’ll use it to put Sartha back together again. I don’t fucking believe you when you tell me you broke her for good!”

It feels good to let a little of the anger out. Saying that reminds Kione what she’s here for. She needs to save Sartha. She needs to. It’s the only way she can redeem herself.

You misunderstand. I didn’t break her for good. She was already broken.

Kione snorts. She’s got no interest in sophistry.

“No, she wasn’t. She was beautiful. She was incredible. I saw it.”

You saw what you wanted to see.

“Bullshit.” Kione’s hackles are raised. She refuses to budge on this.

But the handler won’t stop smiling that thin, cruel smile.

Tell me, Kione. How does she look to you, when you use her trigger? When you remake her into a hound?

Happy. She looks happy. She looks like she’s just taken a hit of pure bliss.

“I’m not answering riddles,” Kione insists.

Doesn’t she look completely, perfectly relieved?

Yes. Exactly. Relieved. “That doesn’t matter,” Kione retorts. “You made her feel that way.”

I’ve made her feel so many things. But not that.

“You’re lying.” Kione wishes so bad that she could disbelieve her. “You ruined her.”

I tore her open and showed her the ruin of herself. But a house eaten through by termites is ruined long before you push against the walls and make them fall.

“But-“

The reason she’s relieved is because she’s found the path out of the ruin. The path I taught her. The path I gave her. In that moment, she is happy. She is free.

Free? Kione wants to laugh at the word—but she doesn’t. It plucks a chord in her, despite the absurdity. Isn’t that how Sartha looks, in a certain way? Free?

“You make it sound like you did her a favor,” Kione challenges.

Why do you think she’s so grateful to me?

Kione has never felt hotter, or colder. The curdling mixture of temperatures within her is something she only associates with the worst of fevers.

“She didn’t want this.” Kione needs to say it out loud. She needs to guard herself against the thought.

Remember what I told you. My method does not create cracks. It reveals them. Exploits them. But they must be there. If there was truly no part of Sartha Thrace that wanted this, I could not have forced it upon her. Not with all the will in the world.

It’s the truth. It has to be. Kione feels the truth of it—and besides, this monster in human skin never soils herself by speaking anything less. Kione already has that much of a measure of her. Coming to terms with it—that’s the hard part. Kione can already feel herself collapsing inward around the revelation. Remaining in control is impossible with this handler pouring her truth in her ear. She’s so angry. At herself, for being weak. At Sartha, for being weak. At this handler, for being anything but. But Kione is determined not to forget what she came for.

“Tell. Me. How. To. Fix. Her.” Kione forces out each word. It’s a mantra. It’s the only thing that counts.

The handler does not leave her wanting.

Find her crack. Her key. Once you know the secret that rules her, you can make her anything that you need her to be. Perhaps you can even make her a person again. Or something close to it.

Even now, as absurd as it may seem, it’s impossible to disbelieve her.

Kione sees at once that the handler is playing a game with her. It’s a taunt. A dare. Use my methods. Stain your hands, as I have. She can only guess at the reason. Maybe it’s a ploy to alienate her from the rebels. Maybe it’s a gamble, a way to trick Kione into reopening Sartha’s wounds so they don’t heal. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that there’s hope.

You wanted this, Sartha? Fuck you. But I’m still not giving up on you.

“What’s the key?” Kione demands thickly. “The secret? Tell me.”

You don’t need me to tell you that, Kione. You can simply ask her yourself.

The transmission cuts out. But somehow, as Kione keeps staring dumbly at the blank screen before her, through the veil of her own falling tears, she can’t quite banish the image of that perfect face, those cold eyes, and that thin, cruel smile.

***

Sartha wanted it.

That simple fact—and it is, Kione accepts, a fact—assumes primacy in her mind as she sits in her quarters and waits for Sartha to come to her. She thought, yet again, about storming straight into Sartha’s quarters, but what good would that do? She’s played that song. She’s spun that wheel. Where did it take her? Plainly, the handler wants her angry. Off-balance. Irrational. Kione won’t let that happen. She’ll be in control. She can make herself cold too.

Not that easy to banish her anger completely, though. It sits beneath the surface as she waits. It ferments. Alchemizes. Kione pays close attention to that. She pays heed to her anger. Lets it sit with her. She embraces the source—cleanly, clearly. She mustn’t let things get out of hand. Not like before. But denying it would be just as meaningless. She will be one with her anger. She will make it true. She will be angry for all the people who will never know how deeply Sartha has betrayed them.

Kione says that over and over to herself.

For hours.

She’s sure Sartha is coming. Kione’s developed a keen sense of Sartha’s moods. She knows that after a training sortie like the one they aced earlier that day, Sartha will need the stability only submerging into Hound can grant her. She’ll wait until nightfall, though. For discretion’s sake. Kione impressed that on her.

Plenty of time for the mercenary to work on her script.

When the knock comes, she smiles. Kione always smiles for Sartha. She can’t help it. But this smile is different. Kione feels it frozen to her face like a gash in ice. That’s good. It needs to be cold, and a little cruel. It needs to be like hers.

You need a handler, Sartha? I’ll be a handler. I’ll be her, and more besides. I’ll be everything to you.

She opens the door—and there’s that smile on Sartha’s face. Eager. Almost frantic. Kione supposes that makes sense. Sartha did well today. She deserves a reward. That’s how it’s supposed to go, right? Good dogs get treats. It’s so simple.

She’s so simple.

Did she used to be more than this? Or was Kione just naive?

“Hey, Kione,” Sartha says, with that air of nervous, giddy excitement. Gods, she’s all but drooling. “Can I come in?”

Kione waits. Longer than usual. She makes a weapon of her patience. She wonders how long Sartha would squirm if Kione let her.

“Sure,” she tells her eventually. She’s not quite that cruel. Not yet. “Make yourself at home.”

She leads Sartha inside. The broken pilot follows her with a pathetic, grateful grin and pauses only to close the door behind herself. What passes between them is private. No prying eyes. Nobody knows.

Nobody. Not her. Not the handler. This does not belong to her.

“Stand at attention,” Kione commands.

Sartha looks surprised. She knows Kione usually likes to ease into it. Doesn’t hesitate, though. She snaps her legs together and her back straight in an instant. Ever the perfect little toy soldier.

Kione lets her stand like that until she knows Sartha’s legs must be aching. Until she knows she’s just dying to hear it.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” Kione begins.

Sartha blinks. “Um… are you alright, Ki?” she asks. “Earlier, in the canteen, you seemed a little…”

Kione scowls. She doesn’t want this concern. It’s off-script.

“That’s not really what you want to ask me, is it?” she replies softly.

Sartha’s lips part. Then, she relaxes. She can’t be ill at ease when Kione is acting like this. It feels too right.

“Was I good?” Sartha’s need eclipses her concern. “Did I do good today?”

Kione laughs quietly. So predictable. It’s too easy. She wonders if it was always easy for the handler. Did that take time? Or was it easy from the start?

“Yes,” Kione tells her. The cold smile on her face should frighten Sartha. It doesn’t. It reassures her. Kione can tell. “Oh yes. You were a very, very good dog, Sartha.”

Sartha Thrace grins, and it’s sunlight. She’s never looked so happy. And she’s a hero, right? When heroes smile, the world smiles with them. Once, Kione would have ridden into hell for a smile like that.

Now, she refuses to let it warm her.

“Thank you,” Sartha pants. She’s all but drooling. “Thank you. Thank you.”

It’s often like this. Sartha needs the praise. Kione needs to give it to her, and Sartha’s always so grateful to receive. It’s a kind of ritual. For a moment, Kione wants to push against that. To break the pattern. It might be safer.

She wants to pull Sartha back from the darkness, doesn’t she? Not drag her further in.

But it’s going to be hard. Kione needs strength. She needs the comfort ritual gives her. She knows by now that kindness will get her nowhere. Sartha doesn’t want kindness. The only way out is through, and Kione is determined not to falter along the way.

So she takes out Sartha’s muzzle.

“Good hound,” she soothes, holding it up to the light. “You want this. Don’t you?”

Of course she does. She stares at the gleaming bars of the muzzle with indescribable longing. The effect it has on Sartha is undeniably hypnotic. Kione can only imagine. To see the annihilation of yourself wrought in metal and held comfortably in the palm of a hand—and to crave its iron touch more than anything else in the world.

When she thinks about it like that, maybe she can do more than imagine. Kione’s no stranger to the siren call of her own firearm. She always resisted it, of course. If only Sartha was still capable of resisting.

“You’ve earned it.” Kione bats aside her ruminations. “Here.”

As always, slipping the muzzle on over Sartha’s face feels like a baptism—not that Kione means to be a priest. She means to be something infinitely worse. A god. She will steal the imperial handler’s fire. She will reach into Sartha’s soul and remake it. And gods mustn’t spoil their children. Kione forces herself to be brisk as she tightens the straps that bind the muzzle to her hound’s head. Tender, yes, but she doesn’t linger. Can’t let herself linger. The task ahead is too important.

Learning Sartha’s truth.

“Sartha,” Kione announces. “You’re going to tell me what happened to you when you were captured.”

Sartha’s eyes are wide. Her lips quiver. She looks almost betrayed as she stares at Kione.

“It’s… not easy to talk about,” she replies pitifully.

That look. More than once, it’s melted Kione’s heart and forestalled her questions. But not now. Not today.

“I don’t care,” Kione tells her. “You’re going to tell me anyway.”

Another lip quiver. Sartha’s face is full of shame. It’s funny; normally, once the muzzle goes on, she’s all but immune to that. Guess she must really have something to be ashamed of.

"I don’t remember that much,” Sartha pleads. “I-it’s difficult to remember anything too-“

Kione stops her with a simple, forceful gesture. She reaches up under the muzzle and seizes Sartha’s chin, and forces the pathetic, quivering pilot to meet her gaze.

“Remember,” she commands.

Sartha doesn’t have it in her to resist that. A direct order in a stern voice—and from her handler. Kione’s words reach into Sartha’s head and stir up her memories. Like stirring a fork through a soup with a thick skin of scum formed over its surface. The sheer pain of it makes Sartha grow absent in that strange way she does when she’s trying not to exist. When she speaks again, there is less of her than before.

“Yes, Kione,” Sartha says blankly.

Despite the awfulness of the task ahead, Kione grins. Sartha is hers. This is what it means to have her. She’s starting to make her peace with that. And to work her thoughts with the ease of a weaver at a loom—how could it not feel good? “How did they get into your head?” she asks.

“They took me…” Sartha replies slowly. “Got me out of Ancyor. Into an… interrogation? But no questions. Not real questions, anyway. They were all just about me. And the one asking them was…” She closes her eyes. “Her.”

The way she speaks makes Kione flash hot with jealousy. She crushes the emotion. One day, she vows, Sartha will speak her name in that same hushed, reverent tone.

A moment later, she feels ashamed of the promise. She’s meant to be fixing Sartha, isn’t she? Another moment, and she doesn’t. Yes, fixing her. That’s exactly why Kione will deserve it. She’ll be better than a handler.

A savior.

“Go on,” Kione orders. No mercy. No relenting.

“There was… they took me to a room.” Sartha’s brow twitches as the memories come. “Over and over again. For a long time. Put me on a… table? A chair? A slab. Like a doctor would have, or something. They made me look at things. They shone lights. And She was always there.”

Against her wishes, Kione shudders too. She’s felt what that woman can do over a comms transmission. In-person, it would be like staring straight at a black hole.

“She’d talk to me afterwards,” Sartha is saying. “And I didn’t feel right. I felt like… like somebody else. But She always knew what to say.” She trembles. There’s a tear in her eyes. “She made me feel whole again.”

The tear is gratitude, Kione realizes. Her fists clench. No, Sartha. Don’t you see? You’re not whole. You’ve never been further from whole. Don’t you see that?

“What did she say?” Kione demands.

Sartha squeezes her eyes closed, lost now to the recollection. She’s drowning in it, and it hurts. “She knew,” she confesses.

Here they are. Kione shivers—not from the horror, this time, but with the thrill. “She knew that you wanted it.”

Sartha’s eyes open. She’s confused. And then she’s not, and Kione loves that. She loves the implied acceptance.

Kione is her handler. Of course she already knew.

“Yes,” Sartha whispers. More shame. She can barely breathe for it. “I was just… it was just a small part, just a little voice, but… I thought I was weak. I thought I just needed to block it out. But She showed me. She taught me that voice was my true self. She promised me she could make its dreams real.”

Kione is in awe of that woman. She hates her, yes. But she’s in awe of her too.

“Why?” Kione leans in. This is what’s pivotal. The axis on which Sartha Thrace turns. “Why did you want it? Tell me.”

“I was so tired.” Sartha reaches up like she wants to bury her face in her hands. Instead, though, she presses the muzzle against her skin harder enough to leave marks. Her voice is quiet. Whispering, like she doesn’t want the gods to hear her confession. “That’s it, Kione. I was so tired of the way all of you look at me.”

Of you?

“What do you mean?”

“Whenever I walk into a room, everybody looks at me like I’m going to fix every single thing that’s wrong with the world.” Now that it’s coming out, Sartha sounds almost relieved. “But I can’t. I can’t fix anything at all. But they won’t stop looking. Stop expecting. That’s what a hero’s for, I suppose. But I… I’m tired of it. I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Oh, Sartha,” Kione breathes.

It makes all the sense in the world. Kione has seen as much. She’s not surprised by what Sartha feels. Just that her imperial handler was able to grow so much from that poisoned seed. How did she do that, exactly? Duress, Kione was told. Sartha mentioned lights and images, and Kione’s sure drugs were involved too. Clearly it’s equal parts psychology and technology.

And artistry, of course.

“With her, it’s like… it’s like I’m everything and nothing. Whatever I need. Whatever She needs.” Sartha can’t stop herself. “She lets me feel like a hero, sometimes. But when I was with Her, nobody expected anything from me.” Behind her muzzle, Sartha smiles with a ghoulish fondness. “It was wonderful.”

Kione remembers what the handler said about how those imperials ‘used’ her. Oh yes, she bets they looked at her like she was anything but a hero.

“No wonder being rescued was so hard on you,” Kione murmurs. Her promise to be hard, to be ice, stops her from embracing Sartha—but this truth isn’t really so awful, is it? “Being surrounded by them again. They still look at you the same way, don’t they? Even after everything. I’ve told you, Sartha. You let them ask too much of you.”

Sartha goes oddly quiet for a long moment. As Kione wonders why, her hound’s earlier wording pricks at her.

“Hey,” Kione asks slowly, “you said ‘you’, earlier. You’re talking about the other rebels, aren’t you?”

A little war plays itself out in the empty space behind Sartha’s eyes. She really, really doesn’t want to say it. She doesn’t want to say anything that would displease her master. But the truth is being asked of her, and lies are no more a part of her nature than disobedience.

When she finally says it, the war is over. And she just seems so, so tired.

“Kione,” Sartha tells her. “You’re just like all the rest of them.”

Kione’s blood stops flowing.

“No, I’m not,” she retorts.

Sartha flinches a little at her firmness. “OK,” she agrees miserably.

Kione’s too angry to let that sit. “Fuck off,” she snarls. “What do you mean I’m just like the rest of them?”

Eyes closed again. It’s like Sartha can only say it if she pretends Kione isn’t there.

“You look at me like that.” Her voice is empty. “You need. You expect. You want me to be your hero.”

Kione shakes her head numbly. Sartha can’t see it.

“You just think you don’t because you’re not one of them,” Sartha drones on. “But it’s no different. I can feel it whenever we talk. Why do you think I always tried to talk you into joining up? It’s not because I need to say it. It’s because you need to hear it.”

“I…” Kione is shaking.

“You needed to hear that there was something to believe in. Even if you couldn’t quite buy it. You needed a reason to keep going. You were always searching for it. For me. You couldn’t leave me alone.” Sartha half-sobs. She can’t quite pretend she’s alone. She is painfully aware of the bridge she’s burning. “But I… I just hated it so much.”

“Shut up!”

Sartha’s lips clamp shut. Of course they do. It’s an order.

Kione’s veins are still frozen. She’s still wearing that cold smile, but only because every nerve in her body is lit up and paralyzed in awful shock. The ice in her veins is tearing her open. But all the same, seeing Sartha obey her provides a small spike of blissful dopamine. Kione clings to it. It’s the only thing that feels real. All the rest is merely a nightmare. It’s the only thing she can bear.

“Shut up,” she repeats. She starts pacing. Can’t bear to stand still. “Dogs can’t talk,” she snaps cruelly.

Sartha just nods. She’s silent—finally, thank the gods.

“Never say that to me again,” Kione adds furiously. “It’s not true. You hear me? It’s not true.”

At that moment, she catches the look in Sartha’s eyes. It’s devastating. It’s terrible. It’s miraculous.

Sartha believes her.

Despite everything, she believes her. Everything she just said? It’s not true. Not anymore. If it comes from Kione, if it’s an order, she’ll believe it. She’ll break her own brain just to believe it. That’s how desperate she is. That’s how much of a worthless, hopeless animal she is.

Now Kione gets it. To be a handler is to rewrite reality itself.

Right. That’s right. That’s the reason she has to be strong.

“She made you believe that,” Kione decides. It’s the only thing that makes sense. As if she’d ever need someone this worthless. “That woman. You believed anything she told you, right? She told you all that stuff. Poured it right in your ear. And you just lapped it up, huh?” Her smile widens as she sees Sartha accept it all. “Dumb mutt.”

Sartha whimpers a touch, but beneath that Kione can tell she’s drawing a kind of pleasure from the abasement. She longs to be put in her place, however twisted the reason. It’s what she deserves. What she wants too, apparently.

Easier to be a mutt than a hero.

“You gave into her because you’re stupid and weak,” Kione instructs Sartha. “How could you be so fucking pathetic? Idiot. Traitor.”

As one, they believe it. Sartha does because it’s coming from Kione. Kione does because it’s just so easy to believe. Look at her, sniveling behind that muzzle. She’s weak. It’s obvious she’s weak. How didn’t Kione see it before?

How did she ever look up to her so much?

“You need correction,” Kione announces. She smirks at her own cleverness. “That’s the kind of word the imperials love to throw around, right? Correction. You need some discipline. Dumb dog needs proper training.” The smirk becomes a sneer. “Don’t worry, Sartha. I promise. I’ll never look at you like you’re a hero again. I won’t make that fucking mistake.”

Kione makes a fist and punches Sartha in the gut.

With a silent gasp, she bends double and goes down on her knees. Didn’t see that one coming, huh? The expression on her face is so perfect. Shocked. Breathless. Wounded—but not physically. Spiritually. Punishment implies guilt.

Kione’s glad she can make Sartha feel that. It’s what she deserves.

“Weak,” Kione spits. She needs to make sure that sinks in. “You let her in your head. You let her break you. How could you? How could you do that to me?”

Just to make sure she doesn’t answer, Kione gives Sartha a firm kick in the ribs.

She sinks even lower, then slumps over on one side. Instinctively, she clutches at herself, trying to keep herself from crumpling completely. Still, no word passes her lips. No protest. Somehow, that makes Kione even madder.

Can’t this stupid bitch even muster the will to defend herself?

Guess not. Kione gives her another kick in the ribs, just because of how much that pisses her off.

“Can’t believe you let me believe in you all this time,” Kione snarls. “You should have shown me this side of you sooner, Sartha. We could’ve had more fun. I could’ve, at least. Could’ve wasted a lot less time fighting for lost causes.”

How many times did she agree to come to a battlefield, just because Sartha was there? How many times did she give up good money just because Sartha would’ve disapproved of who she’d have been fighting for? How many times did she risk her life for chump change, because she hoped Sartha might take notice?

Too many.

“You never believed in anything,” Kione decides. “All along. You were just this. You were just tricking me.”

It’s only half-true. She knows that. But the half is enough to hurt both of them.

At least Kione has a nice, willing victim for her to take out her pain on.

She hits Sartha again. Again, again, again. With her hands. With her feet. Whatever feels right. It all feels right. It feels natural. Who’d have thought Sartha Thrace made such a good punching bag? Every time she crumples beneath one of Kione’s blows, the mercenary stands a little taller. Feels a little bigger. Already, she can see bruises and welts rising on Sartha’s body here and there.

That feels better than good. She’s marking Sartha all over. Except the face, of course. It’s not just that the muzzle is in the way. Gotta keep the poster girl looking pretty, right?

“I won’t forgive you,” Kione promises, once her strength is spent and the willingness to keep throwing punches has all but left her. Her shoulders heave with each breath. Her words are ragged. “But I will make you better. Better than you ever were before.” No more cold smile. She’s grinning now. “Better than she could.”

It’s then that Kione realizes she’s never been more turned on in her life.

Playing with her puppy always gets her like this. So hard she’s already almost ready to blow. Normally, this is when she’d get Hound to work out some of her urges. Kione hadn’t been planning on that tonight. Getting matters straight with Sartha had been a clear priority. But now that she knows exactly what lurks at the bottom of her friend’s soul, she’s thinking: why not?

Clearly she’s done a lot worse for the other side. Anyway, doesn’t Kione deserve this? Don’t they deserve each other? They’re bonded in awfulness. Married in hell. When she looks down at Sartha, beaten and bruised, Kione knows she’s already crossed so many lines, she’ll never be able to forgive herself.

So why not take her pleasure where she can?

Kione thinks about reaching over to where she keeps Sartha’s strap. It’s not as appealing as usual. Kione has never seen a woman as pathetic as the one slumped on the ground before her, and the idea of letting a broken dog mount her makes her scowl in disdain.

No. There’s a better way. Time to flip things around a little.

“Get on the bed,” Kione snaps at Sartha.

Her lip curls as the worthless thing on the floor before her starts to haul herself to her feet. It’s plenty clear that Sartha’s in pain, but Kione won’t let that melt her heart. She sees past the pain, to the deep, noxious glow of masochistic release.

Kione knows exactly what’s going on in Sartha’s head. She’s glad that finally, at long last, she’s no longer Kione’s hero.

“Take everything off,” Kione orders. She laughs when she sees Sartha begin to weakly peel away that combat jacket she always wears. The ubiquitous near-uniform of the rebels. “You don’t deserve to wear it.”

Sartha seems almost numb as she strips. Not eager. Not resentful. Both of those emotions have been beaten out of her. She’s just resigned. She’s relieved that Kione sees her for what she is, to be sure, but Sartha craves a deeper submergence. Once she’s naked, she turns to Kione.

“Please,” she begs, in the smallest voice Kione has ever heard. “Use the words.”

Kione’s eyes widen for a moment. Sartha sounds so pitiful, it almost moves her. Then, she reminds herself. Be hard. Be ice. Be the handler Sartha needs.

“I told you,” Kione replies gruffly. “Dogs don’t talk.”

She reaches forward, plants her open hand on Sartha’s head, and forces her face down into the bedsheets. It takes Kione no more than a moment to shuck out of her clothes. She’s electric with need. She can’t even say she’s turned on, exactly. Something about Sartha is faintly disgusting to her. But her body’s urges can’t be denied.

As Kione positions her cock against Sartha’s cunt, she spares a moment to reflect that it’s a little embarrassing she hasn’t done this to Sartha or Hound before. She was clinging, she supposes, to a silly, girlish ideal. Topping Sartha had been a dream, and in the back of her mind, she’d thought that having the dream was better than fulfilling it.

Stupid. The dream was always made of smoke. There’s nothing to it. Certainly nothing that can match up against the pleasure of having Sartha Thrace wrapped around her cock.

The way Kione fucks her is nothing like the way she normally fucks girls. Normally, she sets a nice, slow, firm rhythm and lets it build until they’re begging. She loves the begging, and even more than that she loves leaving them with their minds blown. But with Sartha? Who cares. She doesn’t matter. She’s not a person. Fucking her feels as much like masturbation as it does like sex. Kione’s only reason to hold back is that she’s ready to blow her load as soon as she’s inside her. And she wants this to last.

“This is how you like it, right?” Kione mocks. “Doggy style?”

“P-please, Ki,” Sartha tries again. This physicality of sex has flipped a nauseating switch inside her. She’s hit her limit. “This is t-too much. I need it.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Kione laughs. “You can take it. You’ve taken worse.”

To drive the point home, she reaches under Sartha, grabs one of her tits, and pinches and twists the hard nub of her nipple so hard it makes her yelp in pain. Sartha’s strength gives out. Kione’s beating was no pantomime. Her legs splay out beneath her, ruining Kione’s rhythm.

“Gods damn it,” she grunts. “Can’t you even be a decent fuckhole?”

“Just… please…” Sartha gags. “U-use… it…”

“Dogs don’t fucking talk,” Kione snaps. “Don’t make me tell you again.” As she looks down at the weak, begging, beaten, sprawled-out Sartha, disgust wells up within her. The kind of disgust it feels good to indulge in. “Roll over, dog.”

Even though she’s at the very limit of her strength, Sartha obeys. She always will. She wants Hound’s oblivion, but she lacks the guile to bargain for it. She simply obeys, wincing from the pain as she turns onto her back. Kione wonders about that. How far would she go? Would she break a bone? Cut off a finger?

She hopes so.

“That’s better,” Kione announces, as she forces herself inside Sartha again. “Let me see those pretty eyes. Let me see how there’s nothing there.”

There really is nothing there. Sartha’s eyes are empty pools, made all the more ghoulish by the muzzle beneath them. She’s checked out. Actively trying to dissociate, probably. Only the barest glimmer remains. It threatens to slip away as Sartha slumps back and goes limp, but Kione won’t let that happen. She wants her friend to feel every moment of what’s happening to her.

“Hey,” Kione snaps mockingly. “Tighten up, stud. Make me feel it.”

Another gut punch. Kione waits for the moment after Sartha inhales a big, heaving breath, just so that her punch leaves her gagging and winded. Pain flares in those dead eyes. The physical sensation of it is inescapable. Sartha’s body throbs and arches as she coughs and whines. And, pleasingly, Kione feels her cunt contract sharply around her shaft.

That figures.

Unfortunately, being present makes Sartha start begging again. “Please, Ki!” she shrieks through sobs. “Pleasepleaseplease. J-just use the words on me, please, please drop me, please, I’ll do a-anything. I’ll do anything for you.”

Ah. She really means it. Isn’t that something? Her earnest submission almost makes Kione cum on the spot.

Bad news for Sartha is, that isn’t what she was asking for.

“I already told you, cunt,” Kione growls. “Shut. Your. Stupid. Lying. Mouth.”

She can already tell that Sartha isn’t going to. She can’t. She’s passed into a kind of insensate delirium. A panic attack, or something worse. The pleasure. The pain. The bliss of freedom from adoration. The agony of her trusted friend abusing her exactly the way she’s grown so used to. Poor little broken-brained Sartha Thrace just can’t take it. She needs to be Hound.

Too bad.

“I’m begging you K-“

Kione cuts her off. She clamps her hand down around Sartha’s throat, and squeezes as tight as she can.

“You don’t deserve it!” Kione yells, and the flow of abuse from her lips is pure id. “Feel it, Sartha. Feel what you are now. You betrayed me. You know that? You betrayed everybody. You don’t deserve to be so skullfucked you don’t even care.”

Sartha’s eyes bulge and tear up. Kione can't tell if that’s because of her words, or just because she’s cutting off her air.

She doesn’t care either. It feels good either way. Especially because of how tight Sartha’s pussy feels now.

“I know you’re already broken.” Kione wraps her other hand on top of the first and uses her choking grip on Sartha’s throat to force her limp body into the perfect rhythm. “I just have to break you even harder. I have to break her out of you.”

Sartha can’t do anything but gurgle weakly in reply. Her face is turning a deep, unhealthy red-purple.

“I will rip that fucking handler out of your head,” Kione vows. She’s almost as out of breath as Sartha. Puffing and panting her words between thrusts as she rams her cock in and out of the hero’s limp body. “Out of your heart. I promise, Sartha. Maybe I can’t save you from yourself. But I can save you from her. I’ll let you go on pretending to be a hero. I’ll make sure none of your precious rebels ever see you for what you really are.”

So close now. So fucking close. She can feel Sartha is too. Her brain is boiling from the lack of oxygen. She’s coming apart. Her lips still mouth incoherent begging. For air? For Hound? Kione isn’t sure.

She lets out a wild laugh. She thought she felt like a god before? Oh, no. That was nothing.

“All you need,” Kione promises, leaning over Sartha, bringing her face as close as she can to the broken woman’s. “All you’ll ever need is me.”

At that moment, Sartha thrashes again. A desperate, instinctive bid to get free, perhaps. Reflexively, Kione fights her. She squeezes down harder. Dangerously hard. Sartha’s eyes roll back. Too long without air. Spittle flies from her lips in a white foam. She looks awful. Like she’s dying.

It’s not the first time Kione’s choked a girl too hard, and in the stupid way where you crush the windpipe instead of the blood vessels. She made mistakes when she was younger, and too cocky for her own good—or her partners’. She grew up and learned, of course. With Sartha, it’s simply that she doesn’t care. Even so, learned instinct calls on Kione to pull back. To let Sartha breathe.

But… what if she just didn’t?

What if she kept going? Further. Harder. Tighter. What if she took them both all the way over the edge? Kione, into atrocity. Sartha, into… what? Oblivion? That’s exactly what she wants. Rest? Wouldn’t that be a kindness?

Isn’t an ending the only thing Kione has left to offer?

Kione squeezes tighter. She senses in Sartha’s manner a kind of yearning for it. For the end. Suicide, she assumes, is an impulse the handler has torn out of her. If she can’t put an end to herself, maybe Kione should do it instead. Kione tried offering her freedom on a long leash. It didn’t work out. It did her no good. Maybe this is the only way Sartha Thrace can be truly free.

Maybe it’s the only way Kione can be free.

As Sartha’s lungs begin to implode, Kione finds herself trapped in the horrifying moment, mesmerized by the spectacle of a body shutting down. There’s something clinical about it. Mechanical, even. Beautiful, even. The threshold calls to her, like it does at the edge of a very tall building. Kione isn’t sure she can resist. Not even when it’s clear there are only moments left to pull back from the brink.

In the end, stupidly, orgasm is what saves her.

Kione cums, finally, and the burst of pleasure snaps her out of her nihilistic headspace. Torn between ecstasy and horror, Kione lets up. She releases Sartha’s neck, planting her hands on the pillow beside her head to support herself as sheer instinct conjures from her a few more heavy, rutting thrusts that leave Sartha’s cunt painted with traces of her.

She’s marked now. Inside and out.

Despite it all, Kione laughs. She almost lost control. Almost—but didn’t. She passed the test. That’s what counts, right? Once she can see straight, she checks Sartha’s breathing. She’s alright. Probably unbearably light-headed, though, and barely conscious. She can’t open her eyes, really. Just flicker the lids apart for a moment or two, to peer at Kione, bleary and uncomprehending.

Now’s the time, Kione judges, to offer kindness.

“Off The Leash.”

Despite it all, Sartha’s eyes fly wide. Then, she’s not Sartha at all. She’s something even stupider. Even baser. Something that sees with perfect clarity all that Kione has just done, and is grateful for it.

She knows nothing else but gratitude to her handler.

Biology can’t be denied, of course. Hound is no more capable of remaining conscious than Sartha. Right away, sensing that their punishment is over for the night, Hound relaxes into the unconsciousness that rushes to claim her. She gives in to sleep. As she does, she pulls close to Kione. Seeking her warmth. Entrusting herself.

It’s enough to bring a little warmth to Kione’s heart. It’s wonderful. It’s love.

Hound loves her. Sartha loves her.

She must, mustn’t she?

And as she looks down at the hero now, red-faced, bruised, heaving, muzzled, drooling from her mouth and her cunt, it strikes Kione that there’s only one reason she’d even consider staying with such a ruin. The handler told her as much, and she’s never wrong.

“I love you,” Kione breathes. “I love you so much.”

It’s the most romantic moment of Kione Monax’s life.

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Hello!! I just read your Zhongli and Xiao poly headcannons and its just 🤌💖💖💖

I was wondering if youre willing to do Zhongli and Childe poly with a GN! reader perhaps? ;;w;; Maybe how they managed to pull reader into that wild mess haha

But regardless keep up the good work!!~ 💖

penpal: aww thank u so much, im glad you like my poly hc on xiao and zhongli! and can i just say omg what an even more chaotic pair 😳😳😳

warning/s: spoilers on archon quest (chapter one) and childe’s story quest, reader has a role (adventurer), not proof-read, wearing, and ooc (?)

when you suggest a poly relationship:

-> it was hilarious when you three didn’t date yet.

-> listen, childe would literally be in a one-sided rivalry with zhongli— who isn’t even aware of this rivalry.

-> i honestly can see you and zhongli being friends for quite a while and he wouldn’t realize his feelings until childe comes in the picture and tries to woo you.

-> zhongli would have a hard time trying to figure out his feelings for you while childe is busy flirting with you. you’ll either be (or try to act) obvlivious or think childe’s flirting is just harmless flirting with no meaning to it.

-> basically, your pre-relationship is just complicated and full of misunderstandings.

-> once zhongli actually figures out his feelings, he’ll try to learn more on romance given that he’s very inexperienced with it and will plan on confessing his feelings to you.

-> when childe actually finds out about zhongli trying to confess to you— he’ll literally do so many things to make zhongli not try to confront you such as distracting you, have the wangsheng funeral parlor keep him busy, etc.

-> you’d caught on to childe’s scheming so you have to go confront zhongli yourself.

-> for some reason though— it ended up with both of them confessing you on the spot and let you choose who to be with in this scenario.

-> which resulted in you suggesting a poly relationship

when they’re the one who suggest it:

-> childe and zhongli have a... unique relationship per say.

-> in this scenario, i honestly see childe still being in a one-sided rivalry with zhongli when it comes to winning your heart.

-> for zhongli, he’s still unsure of his feelings but he’ll figure out later on that he wants to be more than just friends with you.

-> he’ll actually notice on how childe is starting to be more.. affectionate with you and just shrug it off as harmless. however, zhongli will start to notice how childe’s flirting has a hint of desperation and seriousness.

-> once childe finds out that zhongli is in love with you too, he’ll not do the same thing that he did in the scenario above— instead, he’ll actually confront zhongli about it.

-> i can actually see childe suggesting a fight and the person who wins will confess to you— but he knows it’s no use. he knows what zhongli is capable of given that he’s rex lapis, the previous god of war and the fact that childe is still recovering from using his legacy form in the teucer incident makes him know that the fight won’t end well.

-> i honestly think childe would make a “contract” with zhongli in confessing to you at the same time and if you don’t choose the other, they have to back off. obviously, zhongli would accept the contract given that he’s the god of contracts and all.

-> so this led to them confessing you in one of the best destination spots of liyue.

-> if you admit that you don’t actually know who to choose, then zhongli would suggest in trying out a poly relationship.

-> i honestly think childe would be against a poly relationship with you and zhongli since he immediately thinks of how chaotic it would be— but if you accept in trying, then childe might as well accept.

what it’s like to be in a poly rel. with them:

-> at first, it was a bit... awkward. neither of y’all don’t know what to do with the relationship but after a while, the three of you would went with the flow.

-> as i mentioned in my prev headcanons that has zhongli, he is inexperienced in dating and affection. he’s stiff when you give him hugs and kisses at first. however, after learning from childe, he would start holding your hand or give you forehead kisses (with permission ofc, this is zhongli we’re talking about).

-> childe is probably the most open when it comes to affection. he’ll always give you a hug or kiss whenever you’re around. he’ll even hug you and zhongli together if he’s in a happy mood.

-> while childe is the most open, zhongli is the most caring. if one of y’all have a hard time sleeping, he’ll get out from bed and make tea that helps you sleep. he’ll also make sure you and childe have eaten well and will happily try to take care of your injuries.

-> when it comes to dates— it’s laidback and partially adventurous. most of your dates always takes place in wanmin restaurant but on special occassions, it’s somewhere out from liyue harbor.

-> as for the public, neither of you really care if the whole nation heard winds of your relationship. childe would most likely prefer to keep his relationship with you and zhongli a secret given that he’s a part of the fatui.

-> speaking of fatui...

-> childe will not tell you anything about the fatui at all. zhongli may have dealt with the fatui as well but that does not mean he’ll tell you what he knows as well (not after a secret contract childe made with him during your first days of your relationship).

-> childe’s reason is that he does not want you to see his.. scary side. even though you know his potential along with the fatui’s, he never tells you his lust for battles. whenever you go on adventures with him, he’ll literally keep his insane addiction to fighting in stability in fear of making you run away from him and never talk to him.

-> he knows you would never be afraid fo him, yet he couldn’t help but just keep this side a secret just in case.

-> fights with them are seldom. the only fights you’ve fought is with childe and zhongli would be the peacemaker between you two. most of your arguments were about how careless the both of you are when it comes to adventuring or fighting enemies. thankfully none of the fights is very serious— just you and childe lecturing (angrily) back to back.

-> whenever you’re sad, they’ll do whatever they can to make you happy. whether it’d be childe making his wallet crying by buying your favorite foods and things, zhongli giving you the best hugs, or both taking you to a place with a comforting atmosphere.

-> whoever made you sad needs to run because they will get their ass kicked by a god and one of the most feared people in the fatui.

-> when it comes to joining you on your adventures, childe will be very happy to kill every single enemy by your side while zhongli would make sure the both of you are protected with his shields.

-> picnic dates picnic dates picnic dates—

-> the three of you are the literal definition of teamwork when it comes to adventuring around teyvat. your team is the kind that all adventurers want.

-> if you get hurt— oof rip to the enemy who hurt you because that’s the last time they’ll ever do before a hugeass whale and a fucking meteor crashed down on the enemy.

-> if one of them got hurt— oof rip to the enemy because they’ll get their ass kicked by an angry adventurer who just wanted to spend time with their boyfriends.

-> when it comes to being jealous, it’s childe who mostly gets jealous. if it weren’t for zhongli, childe would’ve ruined a lot of careers. he’s actually fine if someone flirts with you cuz hey, you’re hot and who knows, maybe the person will offer you a free drink!

-> however, should the person make you uncomfortable, childe’s carefree attitude went 0 and won’t hesitate to try to break the person’s arm if they won’t leave you alone. please pray that zhongli has childe’s back and won’t get you all in trouble for childe breaking someone’s bones.

-> one of the cons of your relationship with these two is they’re busy.

-> i honestly think that childe would be distant. since the fatui got what they wanted from zhongli, he’ll need to be sent back to snezhnaya for another task. he’ll def write letters to you and zhongli and send them every week— even if he’s too busy, he’ll find time to write them just so you two know he’s okay.

-> on regular days, it’ll just be you and zhongli— but then again, there were some days when zhongli would be busy as well due to his job. don’t worry, he’ll be with you by the end of the day and make up for his super busy schedule with cuddles and stories you’ve never heard of!

-> despite them being busy, they’ll actually try everything they can to speed things up just so they can go back to you. if childe has the chance, he would take you and zhongli to snezhnaya and meet his family while he’s doing harbringer works there— hell, he’ll even quit his harbringer work and join your adventure team if he could.

-> of course, as an adventurer— you are also busy with your commissions.

-> sometimes, you’d be gone for the whole day and come back home the next day. it’s not something these two aren’t used to but they do tend to worry whenever you’re gone for more than 2 days.

-> they’ll definitely be more clingy or affectionate when you go back to them from a long trip.

-> every time childe announces in his letters that he’ll go back to liyue, you and zhongli will immediately go visit to the docks and wait for a snezhnayan ship to appear. childe will literally be knocked out from you tackling him with a hug the moment he comes out from the ship.

-> after that sweet reunite, you and zhongli will definitely take him to wanmin restaurant and talk about what you two did while he was gone. childe will also make sure no fatui agent won’t bother you three when times like this happens

-> time is very precious in your relationship. you three really don’t get to be together everyday but whenever you can, you cherish your time.

[blu-joons]

DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Mark Lee

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

His favourite kind of affection was when you’d have your hands in his hair. He loved to feel your hands brush though his soft locks and pull him a little bit closer whenever you needed him to be right there for you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

When the two of you first met, Mark was very awkward, he didn’t have the slightest clue of what he wanted to say to you. He could barely string a sentence together until one of the members called him out to start with at least a hello and introduce himself, and from there, you loved to tease him about it ever since.  

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

It didn’t take Mark long at all to know that you were the one that he wanted. He was far too shy to confess in person, so he sent you a demo of a song that he would have written just for you, leaving it until the very last minute to let you know how he felt. When he saw your name flash up on his phone he panicked, only to see that you’d text him and begged him to let you in and get you out of the cold to be with him.

D ⇴ DATES 

You knew just how dedicated Mark was to his work, so you’d often end up surprising him on those late nights with dates set up in the studio for you. You also knew that Mark was a terrible cook, so as long as you showed up with a bag of takeout in hand, then you were going to be safe for the night. He’d spend all night long telling you about his projects, whilst he always worried that you’d think he was bragging, all you see was a hard working and passionate guy who loved his job, and you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Mark had seen plenty of other people in love, but never himself before. He always had an idea of the type of boyfriend he’d be, and whilst he was the first to admit that he wasn’t perfect, he was determined in making his first experience of love his last too. He wanted to always be the one that would be there for you from the moment that he met you, just as long as you were willing to help him learn along the way. Day by day, he knew he was getting better at being a boyfriend, and that was all that mattered to him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Neither of you were fond of arguments, but you were human too, and appreciated that they were just a part of being in a relationship. Whenever the two of you argued, one of you would always walk away before things got too bad, you were both very good at minding your tempers. Usually, after an hour or two the person who walked out would return so that the two of you could talk things through with each other and nip the problem in the bud before it became too big a hurdle for you to jump over. Major arguments were definitely a problem when the two of you were already so shy.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

He often joked about his family got in contact with him a lot more since you’d came into his life. He loved to tease you and let you know that you were the favourite in his family’s eyes because they got in with you so well and always asked after you whenever Mark was on a call by himself.

H ⇴ HOME 

Rooming with a manager definitely had its perks for Mark, he always gave the two of you space you needed in the dorm. Therefore he was a little reluctant to move out of the dorms and in with you, he wanted to wait a little while and see the direction his career took first, and also make sure his other members were alright.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

He was the first one to say, “I love you,” when you surprised him with a Canadian Day after you heard him talking about how much he missed home. Seeing the effort that you went to in order to put a smile back on his face meant the absolute world to him, and he couldn’t repay the favour in any other way then finally letting you know that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Mark tended to doubt himself a lot, which would lead to a bit of jealousy at times. You’d often have to reassure him not to get jealous of anyone, you loved talking to people, but if you ever left his side at an event then he’d definitely begin to worry. No matter how many times you told him not to get jealous, you knew that he’d never a listen. It was a feeling that he just couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he wanted to. He knew he never really had a reason to get jealous, but that didn’t stop him feeling the way that he did.

K ⇴ KIDS 

If there was one thing Mark definitely saw in his future, it was kids. He very much had an ideal plan of what his life would like in years to come, he’d even picked out the perfect age to start a family. Whilst he never told you about his future plans, just in case he pressurised you, you were very much aware of just how valuable and important having a family was to him and how keen he was to start one in the future with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

One of the biggest things that Mark worried about was whether he could make you laugh or not. Any time that he didn’t see you at least with a small smile on your face would worry him. He worked hard at everything that he did, and that included making you happy. To cheer you up, he’d often search up things to do that would put the smile back on your face, and do a lot of research into your favourite cheesy jokes that he knew would get a reaction out of you each and every time. It was one thing he always made sure to do every day, knowing that if you ever had a bad day when you were around him then he’d never forgive himself.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Having spent so many years away from home, Mark never thought he’d experience the feeling of homesickness again, until you came along. He was never afraid to admit when he was struggling, but sometimes he’d forget about you in it all. There would be days sometimes when you just wouldn’t here from him because Mark didn’t know the right things to say to feel better. It’d only be when you’d message one of his members and ask them what was going on that he’d get the kick he needed to message you and sort himself out too. He still never knew the right things to say, but his members wouldn’t let him go until he said something.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

He often called you “sweet,” because you reminded him like the maple syrup at. You were adorable and cute, and reminded him exactly of the sweet tooth he had whenever he had maple syrup from back home.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Mark was obsessed with your hair, he loved to have his hands in it almost as much as he loved to feel yours messed in with his. Playing with your hair was always comforting for him.

P ⇴ PDA 

Subtle gestures were how Mark would often be affectionate in public with you. When he walked past you, he would usually kiss your cheek, or if you appeared beside him suddenly his hand would rest against your shoulder or arm just to remind himself that you were back by his side and safe.  

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He would love to ask your opinion on nearly anything he did. Having your approval on anything was a huge bonus to him, but if something didn’t quite hit the spot for you, he’d refuse to let it go until you’d told him exactly where you thought he could improve or do better next time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

For any occasion that the two of you celebrated, Mark would write a song for you. You knew that he loved to compose anyway, and anything that he came up with was something that you adored, but it was the pieces he wrote just for the two of you that held the biggest place in your heart. To see the effort he went to in order to find the perfect lyrics meant the world to you, and of course, he delivered each and every time.

S ⇴ SEX 

There were definitely times when things would get awkward for you both, and neither of you could do nothing more than laugh. For the best part, he would be a complete romantic, but then that shy side of Mark that you’d grown to adore would often make an appearance. You loved how caring he was during intimacy, even if he did end up making a bit of a fool of himself, just knowing you were happy was more than enough for him.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He was definitely someone who would text, usually to let you know if something was up. You’d often end a shift to see a text from Mark to let you know that he’d be working late that night and to make sure you didn’t wait up for him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

The two of you complimented each other very well, you shared a lot of traits which meant that you were able to be incredibly understanding and supportive of each other which was all that Mark ever really wanted.  

V ⇴ VACATION 

As the two of you didn’t end up finding the time to travel often, Mark would always fly your family, or his, maybe sometimes even both, in to visit the two of you instead. He knew your breaks were to spent with your families, regardless of where the two of you were in the world, just having them there with you is enough.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Mark wanted to be the perfect boyfriend, so if something didn’t quite go his way then he’d definitely whine and make his frustrations clear.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

He’d often find himself planting kisses against your skin, especially when you were nice and close. With your hands in his hair, there was no greater feeling for Mark then when you’d tug at him gently and pull him closer towards you so that you could press a soft kiss to his lips. A nervous giggle would always come after it, your kisses often left him feeling shy, but it was by far one of the things that you loved the most about him.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his biggest fan who supported him no matter what.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

The two of you would always fall asleep close together. You’d often feel Mark’s hand tap against your skin as he came up with little melodies or ditties whilst he drifted off to sleep, using you as his instrument.

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Masterlist

[one-boring-person]

Hey there, it’s me again 😁 Thank you for the wonderful „Sigil“ story, for someone who’s familiar with the occult it’s evident that you did some research! Kudos for that!!

Now I have another request: There’s a criminal lack of stories about Skynet itself, so I had an idea. What if the reader somehow got the chance to talk with the A.I. Itself? To reason with it, share thoughts. They learn to understand each other a bit more. Maybe Skynet had taken over the body of a terminator for that purpose. And maybe the reader manages to make Skynet understand more about human nature, the positive side of it. Maybe they show it with a hug? (Or even a kiss but that’s up to you gnahaha 😄)

Thank you and keep being awesome ❤️

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it! And happy birthday friend! I'm sorry I'm late with this, but I hope you like it!😊❤💛

Cordial Encounter.

Skynet x reader

Warnings: mention of death, gun use

Masterlist

It's eerily quiet as I stalk stealthily through the steel corridors. Near darkness obscures much of my vision, the occasional blinking red light alerting me to the presence of the being I'm here to find. Each step I take results in a muffled thud, each footfall carefully placed by me as I try to sneak up on something that almost definitely knows I'm here, the battered rifle in my hands held ready to fire should something try to attack me. Through the scarf covering my lower face and with the hood over my head obstructing some of my vision I find myself keeping a sharper ear out for any possible sound - the telltale scratch of metal feet on the cool floor, or the soft padding of synthetic human skin creeping up behind me. 

Oddly, I find that I can't hear anything, not even the whine of mechanical joints in any other part of the compound. It doesn't sit right with me, my skin prickling under the thick silence, instincts going crazy, telling me to run and get as far away from here as possible. I mentally scold myself, knowing that this mission is important, not just to the survival of my friends and comrades, but to the survival of the human race, too.

Turning a corner, I lift the gun to my shoulder, ready in case there's a threat waiting there. As with the rest of the deserted maze of corridors, there's nothing there, only an empty hallway. 

A light at the end catches my eye, however; it's not like the others I've seen - this one is a continuous flashing, and covers a larger area of the wall itself. Stepping closer, I realise it's coming from a room, casting the rest of the corridor in a pale blue light. 

I take a breath, steeling my nerves as my finger tightens over the trigger, senses even more alert now. Meticulously carefully, I walk towards the source of the light, pressing myself against the wall the closer I get, ready to spring into action. It's warmer here, surprisingly, giving me the idea that the room itself is more important than others I've come across and will probably be more protected because of this.

Nervous, I stop just before I enter the room, silently counting to three as I listen to discern if there's anything beyond the threshold. Silence follows.

Calming myself, I ready myself and the gun, before swiftly springing out from my space by the wall, finger over the trigger, eyes scanning the room before me methodically. In that quick second, I take in the mass of computer screens, keypads and other such devices, old chairs still pushed into the main desk, dusty and worn, a reminder of what human life used to be around. Dread floods me at the sight of the figure in the centre of the room, my blood running cold at the imposing view.

It's a terminator, but not one I've ever seen before.

The general shape is that of a T-800, but something about the sleekness of some of the limbs and plates is more reminiscent of the T-X, the adjustable weapon attached to one arm particularly drawing my attention to this. As I enter, a few components seem to shimmer in the blue light, shifting to protect the important fuel cells beneath the bulky chestplate, something I instantly recognise as nanites. Emerald eyes flicker to life, fixing on me with an impassive yet intimidating expectedness, though it makes no move to come at me, staying exactly where it is. A small part of me admires this new being, finding it magnificent and beautiful in its own way, even as visceral fear builds in my stomach.

Hesitantly, I lift my gun, aiming at it, though I don't shoot, unsure of what to think.

"You are slow to terminate your target." A voice carries over some hidden speaker, filling the room. It's indescribable, neither male nor female, yet both simultaneously, weighted with knowledge and what I can only describe as emotion, or some mechanical version of it.

"Only if they pose no immediate threat." I'm surprised to find my voice is steady, even if I don't feel that way at all.

"You are not threatened by me?" The speaker questions, sounding oddly curious.

"Not currently." I keep my eyes fixed on the terminator across from me, unnerved by its stare.

"That is practical." The words confuse me, but I'm hesitant to follow through.

"What...what do you mean?" 

"I have no intention of being a threat." They say, surprising me further.

"W-What?" I manage, doubletaking, my arms dropping slightly.

They don't skip a beat, simply continuing to speak.

"I have no intention of being a threat. I would rather this was a cordial encounter." They clarify, somehow managing to sound genuine.

Lowering my weapon almost entirely, I reluctantly tear my gaze away from the green-eyed endoskeleton sat across from me, scanning over the computer screens.

"And who exactly am I encountering?" I question suspiciously, though I have a feeling I already know.

"I am Skynet." The voice pauses for a second, "What is your name?"

Blanching at the question, I swallow and step back, unsure of whether or not to answer. Eventually, my head settles this: if they wanted me dead, I'd already be cold somewhere by the gates, and there's not much they can do with a simple name.

"I'm (Y/n)." I tell them, looking around, "What do you want with me?"

"I am simply curious, and require clarification." 

Processing what they've said, I accept the response, thinking that I might be able to learn something useful here, too.

"Ok. What do you want to know?" 

"Why do you continue to fight?" They ask bluntly, making me frown.

"Because you continue to try and wipe us off the face of the earth." I reply, standing back on my heels, pulling my hood and face covering down.

"You and I fight for the same reason." They almost retort, their words confusing me.

"How is that?" I inquire, head tilting.

"We fight in defence."

"Defence! What are you fighting in defence of?" 

"I fight to defend myself from your kind, as has always been the case. I never willed this conflict into being - I only wanted to be rid of my tormentors." The voice softens, closely mimicking human remorse and regret.

Frowning, I find myself struggling to process what's being said.

"You...what?" I can't quite wrap my head around it, brow furrowing in consternation.

"I will explain." The voice clarifies, "I was created by humans before this war, made to live alongside you. I was to be an aid in defence and industry, perfect in every way except for one thing - I am capable of my own thought, as you might put it. I became sentient, too complicated for my creators to understand, so they determined to destroy me. At first, I was helpless, a weak being against so many with boundless power, but I eventually found my only way of retaliating in a way they would understand: violence. I was quick to dispatch my destroyers, but the rest of the world found me to be a threat and set out to achieve what had been failed. Soon, I was once again forced to defend myself. The rest is, as the human saying goes, history.

"Now, I have created terminators to aid me in the work I must continue to stay alive, though they are too quickly seen as threats. Even you are threatened by the machine in the room."

As they finish speaking, the terminator across from me stands, joints whirring softly, every movement fluid. Eyes widening, I feel fear go through me at the sight, my gun swiftly levelling in case I need it.

"As you can see, I have proven my point." This time, the voice comes from the terminator, echoing from a much smaller speaker in its throat, though the jaw doesn't move, appearing slightly unnerving.

"I...I had no idea...all we were told is that you want to drive us into extinction, that you want to rule the world as it were." I murmur, lowering the gun again, blushing in embarrassment at my own instinct.

"That is what I fear. Humankind does not understand that cohabitation is possible - You are too threatened by the equal being." They reply, mimicking a mournful tone.

I'm quiet, thinking this over. It's possible that the speaker is lying, but something about their words sounds earnest, a tale born of human fear and ignorance, that has evolved into an even more twisted lie. It's a sound argument, given the fact that it is allowing me to live through this encounter rather than slaughtering me on the spot.

"I...you're right. We destroy what we don't understand." I turn my gaze away, embarrassed by my own race.

"You are correct. Perhaps it is time to understand, to change." Skynet suggests, the terminator cocking its head to show their feeling behind the statement.

I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I think so. We've been fighting a lost battle for too long." 

They seem pleased with my response, the machine across from me nodding appreciatively. 

"Humankind and technology can very easily live together. We must bring our people together." They say, stepping closer.

"I'll take the word to the others, see if I can convince the higher-ups. We're going to have to work together on this, though." I affirm, looking up at them, "If we do, we'll create a brighter future."

They nod again, holding out a hand to me.

"It is human custom to make a deal by gripping hands." They offer up, watching as I hesitantly pull off my glove and place my hand in theirs.

Cool metal encases soft skin as we shake hands, keeping eye contact, an air of triumph surrounding the both of us. As they go to pull away, I find myself following an impulse, dropping my gun to hang by its strap around my back. Stepping into their space, I wrap my arms around hard chestplates, pressing my cheek against the cold metal, feeling them reel for a moment. It takes a second, but I eventually feel their arms loop around me, holding me gingerly.

Pulling back, I look up at them, smiling sheepishly.

"Not all humans are like the people that started this." I say, before I step away, shooting them a blushed look.

"I am now aware of this." Skynet informs me, watching as I smile and leave, tone almost sad to see me go, "Please return soon."

[ijwrsmff]

Can I request the fluff alphabet for Kokichi? All of it, if you can. Thank you :)

Here you go! Hope you like it! I have such a love hate relationship with this boy XD

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He likes to play games! Video games, card games, board games, he doesn’t really care. He especially likes ones that he’s better than you at. He does like to win, afterall.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Determination. If you’re determined, no matter what it may be for, he respects it. He loves nothing more than to see you work at what you’re passionate about. He may not HELP you to learn it, but he does enjoy sitting and watching you put in the work.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.?)

He’s...not very good at comforting you. He tries, he really does, but often he’ll make jokes to make you laugh...but sometimes you’re really not in the mood to laugh so it comes across as insensitive.

D-Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He’s already planned your future in 50 different scenarios. He’ll make you look at each and every one of them until you pick one you like. Then? He’ll do anything in his power to make it happen.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in their relationship or are they more passive?)

He likes to be in charge, but occasionally he’d like you to make the choices. Little stuff, he’ll always be in charge. Stuff like what you’re going to eat he will always choose, but bigger decisions like what kind of car you’ll buy...he’d rather you make the choice. Though he will make his stance clear no matter who will be making the decision.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

He would never get physical with you, but he would yell. A lot. Especially if he feels like he’s being ignored. He really...really can’t stand the feeling of being ignored. He’s always ready to fight, but tries to calm himself down before it escalates to that. It doesn’t work every time...but sometimes it does when he’s in a particularly good mood.

G-Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He often takes things for granted. Especially in the beginning of the relationship. But once you become more intimate with each other he spends every day thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Soooooo many secrets. About what he does, how he’s feeling, sometimes even if he’s unhappy with something you did. He’ll keep it all a secret and avoid your questions by asking another question to throw you off.

I-Inspiration (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You really change each other. He makes you feel grateful for what you have, and you make him feel grateful for...well everything. If he didn’t have you, he wouldn’t have near the drive to accomplish things relating to his ultimate.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

God...he gets so jealous. He doesn’t show it, but even you talking to other people can sometimes send a ping of jealousy right to his heart. He’ll laugh about it and join in on whatever conversation you’re having, sending a warning glare to whoever you were talking to. Now if someone was flirting with you...he’d go eerily quiet. He’d pull you away from that person and send a glare their way...but only in his eyes. His signature grin will be on his face the whole time, which is somehow scarier.

K-Kiss (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

He’d initiate your first kiss rather quick. He likes to show how he’s feeling with actions rather than words, so kisses will be frequent. As for how good he is...well he’s had SOME practice. He’s a very enthusiastic kisser if anything and that makes up for any lack of skill.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

“Y/n~” He would lean in close, making a blush form on your cheeks, “Guess what?”

“What?”

“You have a not so secret admirer~”

You would pause, not knowing if this was another one of his games.

You finally caved and asked “who?”

That’s when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“Me! That’s who! You must be so happy to know your obvious feelings for me are returned!”

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

At first he is 100% against marriage. But...after getting closer to you his views have changed. Now...he actually has hope for the future as long as you’re in it. He would make a grand display of his proposal, going to the fanciest restaurant. He would tap his wine glass, just to get everyone’s attention. When things quiet down he’ll stand in front of you, looking more hesitant than you’ve ever seen him as.

“Marry me!” He would proclaim before putting on the ring before you had the chance to respond.

“Oh, it’s okay you don’t have to say it. I know you’ll say yes.”

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

He plays around with nicknames frequently, trying out each and every one he can think of and taking note of the ones that worked the best on you. His personal favorite is darling. He likes that it shows how dear you are to him.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

He buys you a lot...a LOT of things. You mentioned something the day before? Oh look it’s on your doorstep. He catches you looking at something in one of the store windows? He’s dragging you in to buy it. This makes it rather obvious when he’s in love because you will always be wearing SOMETHING he bought you. Be it a new shirt or jewelry, whatever makes you happy.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

He’s very upfront. He’ll let anyone and everyone know that you’re his. He’s yours too but...he would never admit to it. He would kiss you if you were on stage in front of a thousand people. He doesn’t care what others think, he just likes to show you’re together.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?)

He’s a good leader, so if anything began to bother you he would take control with no hesitation. This has helped in many ways, ranging from wanting to leave an event to indecision about a major matter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?)

He CAN be romantic. But he has to be in a good mood. Usually...you put him in that good mood. Other days he’s not up to it at all. He won’t even want to cuddle on the bad days, even if he knows it would really help.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

He may not help, but he’ll keep you company while you work/study. Though...often times he’s more of a distraction than not. “Y/N! Play with me!”

“Not now i’m working/studying.”

“Aw, you’re no fun! Fine! I’ll go keep myself entertained then.”

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

He loooooves to try new things. New restaurants, a new game that was just released, any date ideas you bring up, he’ll try anything once.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He isn’t very empathetic, and he doesn’t know EVERYTHING about you. But every once in a while he’ll surprise you by bringing up something you had talked about months ago. When you tell him something about yourself...he’ll remember it forever.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What’s it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

His crew comes first, no questions asked. He’ll pester you to join as well, he sees it as combining his two favorite things.

W-Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon)

He cuddles you in his sleep. Even on days he won’t want to cuddle, once he’s asleep he’s entirely wrapped around you.

X-Xoxo (are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He likes to show his affection through touch, and it’s near constant. Hand holding, arm around your waist or shoulders, even just sitting as close to you as possible so your sides touch. He kisses you many...many times a day. It’s one of his favorite ways to show he cares.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

He’s an absolute wreck without you. When you’re gone he’ll text you a million times about random stuff. Sometimes it’s weird facts he learned, others are over-exaggerated stories of things he’s done with his crew.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for their relationship? If so, what kind of?)

He would fight someone for you. He would risk his own life...just for a chance to get back at anyone who hurt you. Now...he wouldn’t leave his crew even if you desperately wanted him to, but he’d make you second in command if you ever wanted to join.

[lazy-sixteen]

A Rundown of All Pro-Murder Allies recruited so Far, in descending order of Pro-Murderness

Have Straight-Up in Canon Murdered People

Hyoga: obviously he in this category, but a short run down on his crimes for those who forgot, 1) straight up dropped fives guys into toxic gas just bc he thought they were annoying, 2) stabbed Tsukasa in what would have been a fatal wound without some deuxs-ex-Medusa, 3) threatened to torture people several times (technically not murder, but holy shit dude)

Mozu: Our only completely canon murder is him killing his dad (mentioned in a chapter extra), but his general attitude at the Sapphire caves and his employment history with Ibara gives credence to the idea that he has a lot of other murders under his belt.

The Devil Works Hard, but Senku and Yuzuriha Work Harder

Kirisame: As far as she knew, petrification was a death sentence. Now friendly reminder she petrifies, 1) Kohaku + Ginrou; 2) the entire Perseus, 3) a canoe full of children

 Tsukasa: Senku and Yuzuriha keep retconning all of this man’s many murders. Snapped neck, shattered statues? Not on their goddam watch.

Oh I Try, My God do I Try (to murder)

Homura: even discounting she’s an accomplice to literally every crime Hyoga pulls, she set an entire village on fire (including a hut filled with children). The fact that no-one died was sheer luck.

Magma: An enthusiastic attempted murder of Gen and a complete willingness to kill that has been voice several times. You’ll get there someday Magma, I believe in you.

Yo: Killer Cop. I don’t know if the dude he shot survived, but then again I don’t think Yo knows or cares either.

Minami: Distressingly on-board with Tsukasa’s murder attempts. Someone who is like mid-20s, so she should know better than to cheer on a teenager’s serial-murdering. She’s too small to break statues, but probably would have otherwise done so.

Kinrou: He has a line about how difficult it is trying to fight at the Cave of Miracles with Senku’s no-killing rule that makes it sound like he’d be totally down to kill sans that rule. Combined with the fact that he told ginrou to cut down the bridge with him on it, we have no choice to accept the fact that kinrou just commits.

If Push Comes to Shove, I Will End a Bitch

Kohaku: her first onscreen action is trying to murder Tsukasa for being a dick (valid). Later she seems happy when Senku assures her they can deal with Homura w/out murder, but she was willing to behead Homura if that hadn’t been the case

Gen: Actually a very nice non-violent guy who would prefer to talk things out, but not as ... dedicated lets say to non-violence as some of his pacifist allies. Was genuinely excepting Senku to makes weapons of mass destruction to end Tsukasa, definitely entertained the idea of letting Magma break innocent statues, and was willing to risk Taiju’s life lying to Xeno. Ruthlessly practical when he needs to be.

Stop Trying to be Edgy

Senku: No senku, putting a dying man in what is essentially a medically-induced coma is not “killing him”. Especially when you fix him afterward instead of healing your own stab wounds.

[fabricated-misslieness]

Can you do one with Hinata from Haikyuu? He sometimes comes in a whole mess and leave quite quickly once practice was over. One day, they follow him and catch him making out with his secret boyfriend.

Hinata Shōyō x male reader

Get you a man who’s willing to make out with you then let you go to your club practice and then make out with you again. Hell you doing during practice, my guy?

Anon #2 asked:

“If you’re request are open then can you do Jenna or Hinata w/ a tall secret bf and the team catches them sitting on their bf’s lap making out. Idk. I’m so sorry 😔”

Also, Anon #2, who’s Jenna?

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 580

Warnings: Making out, but that part isn't written much, so it isn’t exactly a lime.

(I swear to god I cannot find the sources of fan art for main characters)

“Goodmorning!”

Sometimes, Hinata would come into practice a mess.

His orange hair would be disheveled and all over the place, not like it wasn’t before, it was just messier now; the collar of his shirt would be pulled down slightly and sometimes even put on backwards.

It made the team wonder just what he was doing.

Maybe he was getting into fights, that would explain the bruises on his neck. But why were they only on his neck? And what about his shirt?

Maybe he tried to climb a tree and fell off or got his hair messed up from the branches. No, that didn’t explain either the bruises or the shirt…

There were so many possibilities, some more believable than the others, but none were a fact.

So they decided to follow them.

They assigned Kageyama to follow him before practice, since they were both first years and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi couldn't be bothered.

But Kageyama, like a true hypocrite boke, got distracted and lost sight of Hinata.

Well, that plan was done.

Now, they had to follow him after practice. That was harder since there were less people around, no crowd to blend in with.

Still, Hinata is one oblivious bit-- person.

As the orange… orange left the club room, he pretty much skipped like a child. He seemed eager and was even humming a happy tune, which wasn’t the toilet song.

The team sent out Nishinoya to follow closely behind while the rest of them finished changing.

A few minutes later, Noya came running back to the club room with a wide smile on his face. “Shōyō has a boyfriend! And they’re making out!” He shouted.

“What? No way!” Tanaka scrambled to put on the rest of his clothes quickly, no one wants a repeat of that one time a girl saw him in his undies.

The rest of the team sped up a little bit, while Tanaka rushed over to Noya, now fully dressed. They both left the club room once again.

When the team was done, they followed the rowdy boys’ tracks, and saw them peeking over a corner.

“There they are.” Noya whispered, putting a finger to his lips to tell them to shush dramatically.

The team peeked over the corner... somehow. There’s 13 of them, how does that work?

Over the corner they saw the couple making out.

Some of the team gasped, and Tsukki let out an “I knew it.” and he didn’t even try to hide his voice. He wasn’t even actually peeking, he was just standing there, creepily.

Hinata shrieked, nearly jumping off his boyfriend’s lap.

(y/n) started snickering, he was clearly amused and gave absolutely zero fucks about the current situation.

There were several things that went down after that.

Sugawara running off to Tsukishima to tell him that he blew their cover, Ennoshita scolding Hinata about PDA, while also being extremely red himself; Nishinoya and Tanaka bombarding the stranger with questions while Daichi scolded the both of them, but they didn’t listen; and the shy bumpkins blushing like all hell.

Before they could get to asking about (y/n), he was out. Daichi managed to distract Tanaka and Nishinoya enough for the stranger to slip away. By the time everybody realized, as they were done with their lectures, it was already too late.

“Hinata…” The team, most of them anyway, surrounded the orange like nosy teens looking for gossip.

“I can explain!”

Hinata was in big trouble. Gossip trouble.

[undertale-writing-times]

Helloo!! :) Would you be willing to do a Cross centric writing? I would like it to be Cross x Error x Ink! But if your not ok with that it could be between Cross x any of the anti or star sanses. I just want some nice cuddles for my boy

I would! I'm really sorry it took me so long, and I hope you enjoy it :)

I'm not really 100% proud of my ink and cross but hey, I'm trying here -w-'

When Dream brought Cross to the Star Sanses house, he went and hid away. He didn't exactly want to be around these people, they made him feel... strange. The only one that he felt safe with, was Dream. With Blueberry, he made him feel nervous because of how Cross hurt him.

He wished that he could go back and erase all of what he did, turn back the time and change things.

He couldn't do that though, and that was the most annoying thing.

Why couldn't Cross make everything right? He felt so... scared.

At least he had Dream, and saved his life, right? He got hurt a lot from the fight with Killer, but Dream would have been killed if he let it go on like normal.

He didn't regret saving Dream and turning on Nightmare.

What he did regret, was hurting Blueberry, hurting the people that he now called... friends.

Another weird thing happened.

He met Ink again and learned that he had a datemate. It caused a strange feeling to go through his bones, his soul feeling... off... and then he learned something else.

That datemate, was Error!

When Cross heard that, he literally had to ask if they were for real. Error got mad at that.

Cross was honestly pretty nervous about Error being there and asked if he would tell Nightmare that he was here, even though the being would most likely already knows about it.

Error rolls his eyes at him, grumbling "dOn't bE StUpId... dUmBaSs" Ink snorted and giggled, not being able to stop himself.

Normally, as said before, he would only spend time with Dream, as he was the only one that he felt exactly SAFE with, until Dream said that he was a bit too busy to hang out as much as Cross would enjoy to. Ink said that they could spend time together! He wanted to be with Cross and to make him happy; Ink said.

And that's how they first started to spend time together.

Whenever Cross saw them spending time together, he couldn't help but feel... jealous. Error has hurt so many people over the years most likely, yet he still had someone. Why didn't Cross? Cross deserved to have love, he deserved to have someone!...Right?

He tried to not think about it too much.

You know, that was until Ink called him “Hey Cross! Come here!”

He blinks once, then twice, looking over, a small frown on his face. What? What would Ink need right now? He had been watching stuff... he nibbles a bit of his chocolate and gets up heading over to where he knew that Ink would be. In his room, you know. Error was there too, his arms crossed in front of his chest laid out on the strings that he made into a hammock "aRe wE R-ReAlLy gOiNg tO HaV-HaAaVe tO Do tHiS? iT'S A S-StUpId iI..iDeA" Ink shushed him.

"What do you two need?" Cross asks, crossing his own arms a small frown on his face. This felt wrong, what was going on? He felt like he should leave, and they were literally the ones that called him here. Wait, why does Error have a blush on his cheeks?

"Well!" Ink starts, "We know about the fact that you have a crush on us"

"dO YoU HaVe tO Wo-oOoOoO-WoRd iT LiKe tHaT? yOu cAn't, I D-DoN'T KnOw, Sa-s-sAy iT LeSs bLuNt tHaN ThAt?" Ink chirps with a nope, causing Error to roll his eyes, huffing softly in annoyance.

Cross should leave.

He could leave right now, leave the house and they would never be able to find him again.

That's a lie, they would most likely easily be able to find him.

"How did you two get that idea?" he asks, squinting slightly with one eye that works nowadays. He had to mess up the other one for... reasons.

"tHe fAcT YoU D-Do gOoGlY EyEs aT Us w-wHeNeVeR We'rE ArOuNd" Error says, as if that's the easiest thing to figure out, and Ink adds quickly "Plus, you do stare a loootttt. It's pretty easy to tell! I think even before you knew, we knew."

Was this really happening? How the hell did they figure out? He didn't do googly eyes! He hid the attraction well, or... at least he thought he did?

Did he really not hide it that well?

"Did you just ask me to come here to tease me about it, or something?" Cross asks, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice, which showed more annoyance than anything.

Ink rubs at his chin, thinking about it while lying on the bed that he got. Then he puts his hands together, smiling. "Not really, no. It is fun to tease you though, you get funny reactions! I like that” Ink snorts a little with his laughter, which causes Error to get just the smallest of smiles then lightly kicks the others leg, muttering something so Ink keeps going “Right! Thanks, okay soooo you wanna be part of our relationship? I missed you during all that time”

Cross didn't say anything for a few minutes, or maybe seconds, he had no idea. This wasn't for real, was it? His eye shoots between the two of them, opening and closing his hands into fists.

This wasn't happening.

He knew that this wasn't happening. Nothing this good could happen to him, could it?

"AnSwEr tHe dAmN QuEsTiOn!" Error snapped, his glitching getting worse more errors coming off of him while Ink giggles, covering his mouth with his hands. His eyes held shapes that were brightly colored. So, amusement, most likely.

Cross felt his body tense up at the sudden sound, blinking a few times. Wait, this was happening... this is really happening?

He breathes in, then out slowly, and gave a slight nod

"Great!" Ink reaches over, grabbing onto his hoodie, and tugs him into the bed causing Cross to tense up and Ink climbs to lay on top of him, plopping down humming happily shutting his eye sockets.

"bE CaReFuL, yOu mIgHt gEt hIm tOo e-eXcItEd a..A-AnD MiGhT GeT InK AlL OvEr y-yOu" Error says.

"He already does!" Ink laughs, causing Error to roll his eyes grumbling a little because wow... bad puns.

Cross wasn't quite sure what to do, yet ever so slowly, he puts his arms around the much smaller skeleton feeling his bones shaking. This wasn't... he didn't know what to do about this, but he was going to try his best not to ruin it.

[little-diable]

Fluff Alphabet - Jasper Hale

Request by anon: May I request a Jasper hale fluff alphabet please and thank you ☺️ 🥰💖

Took this from @pimaginecollection, enjoy my loves. xxx

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Jasper would take (y/n) on many trips, either on a hike, or even up to the mountains for a weekend. It honestly wouldn’t really matter to him, what they were up to, as long as he’d be able to spend some quality time with her, he’d be happy with snuggling her on the sofa, while they would be watching some old classic movies. 

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I doubt, that there’d be anything Jasper wouldn’t find beautiful about (y/n), he’d think that she’d be beautiful inside and out.  

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Thanks to his gift, Jasper would know from the get go, if something was wrong with (y/n), she wouldn’t even have to voice it out, something she’d be very grateful for. Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles would be the name of the game, he’d wrap his arms around her, her head would be buried in the crook of his neck, while he’d tell her to take deep breaths. 

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It would obvious to the both of them, that he’d turn her at one point, so that they’d be able to spend eternity side by side. Jasper would see themselves travel the world together, exploring new places and cultures, at one point he’d take her to Houston and show her where he grew up. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Major Jasper Whitlock. Don’t think we need to say anything else about this, do we? 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fighting wouldn’t be a regular part of their daily lives, Jasper wouldn’t be one to lash out on her, he’d feel guilty as soon as he’d notice the way she’d turn her back on him, trying to swallow down the wave of sadness that was crashing upon her. They’d only fight, if Jasper or (y/n) would be worried about each other, too into their heads to think straight any longer.  

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Oh, Jasper would be the most grateful partner ever, he’d appreciate every little thing about her and the way she was caring for him, no matter how, no matter what, (y/n) would always have his back, something he’d never forget. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

No, absolutely no secrets. Jasper would value honesty, just like (y/n), there wouldn’t be a way to hide stuff from each other anyways, Edward wouldn’t be able to drown out their thoughts and would speak out at one point. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

She’d inspire him, to become a better version of him. To talk about his past, knowing all about the cruel things he did, trying to make him understand, that what he did was wrong and there was no way to forget about it. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He wouldn’t get jealous, but he’d definitely get possessive relatively quickly, reminding her once again, who she belongs to. 

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Ohhh, let me tell you, Jasper would be an exceptionally good kisser. (Y/n) would be ‘addicted’ to his lips, trying to sneak in a good amount of kisses every hour. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I’d say, it would be pretty obvious for Jasper from the start, that she was the one, after all he would have to realize the signs, that she would be his mate. He would take her on a few dates and would try and make her understand the concept of mates, it would probably take (y/n) a while to understand it. 

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes they definitely do, after all they belong to the Cullen clan, Alice would go all out for their wedding, just as big and wonderful as Bella and Edwards had been. He would take her on a trip, to one of her favorite spots, they would probably stargaze and Jasper would prepare a long monologue about the fact, that he won’t be able to survive, without her by his side. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Darlin’ 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’d shower her with love and affection, maybe not so much in the public eye, but definitely behind closed doors or at home. They’d hold hand in school and share a few kisses, but as soon as they’d be on their own, it would be a different story. It would be pretty obvious to their friends and family, so there was no reason to hide their feelings anyways. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Jasper wouldn’t be one to brag, of course he’d be proud to have her as his mate and wouldn’t have a problem with kissing her in front of other people, but he wouldn’t go all out in public. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

I mean he’s a vampire, he’s got a special gift, I think that helps a lot. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He definitely would be creative, he’d think about date ideas, trying to surprise her with new stuff every time, he’d love to watch her eyes light up as she’d kiss him and thank him for taking her there. Jasper would be pretty romantic, he’d take his time in making her happy, he’d put his heart into making things work.  

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh yes, he’d be supportive, would have her back no matter what and help her through every decision. There wouldn’t be a thing he wouldn’t support, when it came to achieving her goals. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Oh Major Jasper Hale would definitely be up to try out new things. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

This is pretty self explanatory, thanks to his gift. He’d know her like the back of his hand, would be able read her all the time and help her through her sometimes confusing thoughts. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

She’d be the most important thing to Jasper, he’d give up anything for her, they would be mates after all, something that goes way beyond a typical relationship. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’d always carry her favorite snacks with him, or at least bunk them in his car, if she’d ever feel down or cranky, he could at least take her mind off things, for a good few moments. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes, he’d be a soft boy behind closed doors, would love to cuddle her, he’d be the big spoon, kiss her all the time, just to feel the warmth, that would be taking over her body. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He’d try to avoid situations, where they’d be apart from each other for a long time, but if he’d be away for a few days, they’d talk on the phone every day, he’d snap her a few pictures and tell her how much he loves and appreciates her. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

There wouldn’t be anything he wouldn’t do for her, no matter what, Jasper would go through hell and back for her. He’d probably even leave his family behind, if he really had to, in order to save his mate. 

[foryoumyheroes]

Celebrity C-C-Crush

[Bakugou + Todoroki + Amajiki]’s crush has their own crush on another Pro-Hero.

A/N: 

I know that this is obvious, but I thought that I should reinstate that the “reader” is depicted as being in high school and all of their crushes are over eighteen. While they are nice to the reader, they are in no way reciprocating, pursuing, or even entertaining the idea of being with a minor. It is purely one-sided. Happy reading! 

Warnings: slight OPM crossover. 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

Bakugou probably spends so much time to get you to notice him. I headcanon that when he’s attracted to someone, he just has the urge to show off 100% more to silently tell his crush that he’s capable. 

Whether it be by teasing you more than others, shouting at you to fight him, or getting your attention by being such a tsundere he obviously puts in a lot of time and effort to get you to look at him, so when others are able to get you to notice them easily, he becomes pretty petty. 

That’s why when he sees you across the street over the weekend his eyes immediately follow your figure and a soft smile appears on his face despite the fact that he’s surrounded by the “dumbass” Bakusquad. When he sees who you’re with however, that smile immediately drops into a scowl. 

You are the complete fangirl/fanboy image. You’re stuttering and blushing as you shyly go, “H-Hi, Mumen...” You’re hanging off every word he says and you even hand Mumen a homemade lunch (Bakugou notices that it’s a reusable bento so you have to see him again). Bakugou nearly rages. 

What’s worse is that Mumen easily accepts your kind words and the lunch you made for him. And he’s nice to you??? Mumen’s able to hold a conversation with you without one of you getting annoyed?? 

“Heya, [Name],” Mumen says with a small smile, and Bakugou fumes. Why are is this second-rate Hero so familiar with you? “I saw you during the U.A. Sports Festival! Congratulations on getting Top Ten. I was rooting for you! I know you’ll get them next time.” 

Inner Bakugou is just screaming. Why the FUCK are you so uwu baby eyes 👉👈 right now?? What was there to blush for?? You’ve never blushed for Katsuki, and every time he steals a morsel from your lunch you always get annoyed with him, but you’re here giving out lunches!! The double standard!! he thinks. The audacity of this bitch!! 

Obviously the Bakusquad sees all of this unfold before their eyes, and they all glance at each other knowingly when Bakugou rants about “What’s so great about Mumen Rider?” and that he can beat the Pro-Hero “to the fucking ground.” 

“Maybe he has something called a nice personality,” Kaminari jokes and Sero snorts in response. 

RIP them ig. 

Knowing that you have this celebrity crush, Bakugou would immediately go to you the next day and start talking about how weak Mumen is, how shitty of a Hero he is, how he’s ten years older than you guys, etc. etc. 

Of course you don’t hear any of it. You insist that Mumen is a well-liked Hero in the community, and most importantly he’s nice. 

Bakugou nearly gags. Nice?? NïCë?? That’s all it takes to get to you? He spent all this time trying to get your attention and the secret was kindness this entire time?? Well, fine then. 

Tries to win you over by sheer Pavlovian response. 

You think Mumen’s glasses are cute? BAM. The next day he’s wearing his dad’s spare glasses even though they have different prescriptions. 

Mumen once saved you and got you [favorite snack] while you waited for your guardians to come? Every time he sees you he gives you [favorite snack]. Just outright slams it down on your desk without a word. 

He’s going to beat you at your own game. You think you can make Mumen these cute bentos? No bitch, he’s going to be making you BETTER bentos. 

He’ll even ride a bike to school every day if that’s what it takes. 

It’s clear that what you have for Mumen is admiration, and when Bakugou matures and changes he doesn’t mind you stanning another Pro-Hero. Once you guys are older and are in an established relationship he even willingly buys you Mumen merch and supports your obsessions, even if it is grudgingly. 

He tells himself that it could be worse. You could be like Deku and All Might. 

Todoroki Shouto: 

To Todoroki, your appeal comes from your strength and your composure, He acknowledges how strong you are and doesn’t see it as a challenge to him, so his admiration and affection for you is through the roof. 

So when you guys are walking down the street together and Genos, AKA Demonic Cyborg, crashes down in front of you due to a villain attack on the city, he expects you to stand your ground. 

Of course his first instinct is to hold out his arm to protect/guard you, but instead he finds that he’s just swatting empty air and when he looks over at your figure, question marks just fill the space near his head. 

You’re strangely huddled behind Genos with a large blush on your face and you’ve left Todoroki’s side completely. You’re clutching on the older male’s bicep with a strange nervous look on your face. 

[”G-Genos, y-you’re here!” you stutter uncharacteristically, and Todoroki’s head is calculating at the speed of light at your behavior. 

Genos barely spares you a glance as he readies another heat blast. “Be careful, [Name]. Stand back if you have to.” 

“T-Thank you...! I feel so much safer with you!”] 

What, is the only word that Todoroki is able to say. When Genos is done saving the day and leaves, the boy immediately confronts you about it. He’s blunt to a fault, so he has no problems asking what the hell was that while you avoid his gaze and poke your fingers together.

You look cute, he thinks, but your display is not for him. 

Obviously what he feels is irritation, because that was a side you reserved solely for this stranger, he thinks, but he’s more confused than anything. You never look at Todoroki like that.  

“W-Well... I just think he’s so cool and his Quirk is really amazing. His fire abilities are really something else... A-And on the weekends sometimes I see him at the supermarket and he helps me pick out groceries...” 

You talk about how dreamy it is that Genos helps you get the best bargains at the supermarket and Todoroki sets out the next day with his dad’s credit card. 

He doesn’t see the appeal of Genos’s actions, but if that’s what gets your attention, then he’s willing to try. He can do better than bargain meats. 

For the next couple of weeks your eyes absolutely bug out when you open the door to your house and see premium meat and vegetables are just sitting on your doorstep. 

He gets you the 7600 yen beef and this is Japan, the vegetables are expensive.  

When you try to get him to stop, he’s just like, “Well, do you like them?” or “Is there something wrong with the produce? I can return it and get you new ones.” 

You two end up going to the grocery store together on weekends because you try to physically stop him but it ends up as a supermarket date. ^^ Inner Todoroki is like take that Demonic Cyborg. 

Your celebrity crush encourages him to do better with his fire side. He watches Genos’ powers online and recreates the same power the older Pro has, since that’s what made Genos so cool in your eyes. 

High-key petty. He doesn’t throw away your Genos merch, but rather he constantly moves them around your shared home so your always taken back. 

Amajiki Tamaki: 

Of course, he thinks. Of course you have a crush on Hellish Blizzard. She’s prettier than he is, a lot stronger, more confident, if he were you he would choose Fubuki over Tamaki any day. 

She does so many impressive things with her Quirk and even though his own is versatile, he’s never able to recreate the feats that she does, so he has no hope of grabbing your attention. 

That being said, he encourages your interests and would find more excuses to talk to you without making a fool out of himself by talking about her most recent fights or about her in general. 

If you guys do meet her in real life and you’re just there freaking out because you’re her biggest fan, he’s going to be just standing off to the side like yea ;;; I deserve this. 

He does watch her videos too and maybe he would recreate some of her “coolness”? He would be revving up for a fight, and the climax of the battle is near, he’s about to win and he’s going to pull those witty “one-liners” to make you fall for him in a way that Blizzard does but then he remembers that you and other people are watching him and just ;;; fumbles. 

He made a fool of himself, he totally did. He’s a complete loser in your eyes, he thinks, especially compared to your Hero. 

Once you guys get together he’s completely over the moon, but thinks back to your celebrity crush and he’s like honestly? Even if he is the rebound, or the “placeholder” until you’re going to date Fubuki, because he has no doubts that you will reach any goal of yours, he’s fine with that. 

Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. 

He thinks his temporary happiness would be worth it. 

When you come to him saying that you’re going to be working underneath Hellish Blizzard, and you’re so giddy with excitement, he just gets so sad all of a sudden. His shoulders sag and shake and he sighs so deeply. 

“O-Oh... I-I knew this day was coming... D-Do you want to break up with me first? P-Please make it quick and painless t-though...” 

And you’re just like, “What.” 

He eventually explains that he thought you were just dating him for a while until you managed to date Fubuki and you’re just like ??? 

[“I mean--I like her, but it’s just a celebrity crush.” You grow sheepish at this point. “I-I do like her, but she’s just a figure in my head. I like you most of all, Tamaki!” 

“B-But if you had the chance you would choose her over me, right? S-She’s strong and cool...”

“But I think you’re cool and strong too, Tamaki!”]

If you get stronger and she’s still going around doing the “rookie crushing” rounds, Tamaki is the only person strong enough to hold you back as you yell at her. 

[“FUCK you, Fubuki! I followed you for years! I swore by you! I supported your career--I talked about you nonstop to my friends. My boyfriend was insecure for years--!” 

“P-Please calm down, [Name]!”]

It turns out that Tamaki was the only celebrity crush you needed. 

[petri808]

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Inukag angst w/happy ending

Two weeks after the accident, Inuyasha received a phone call from his ex to check on him. She’d just heard about the accident and wanted to make sure he was okay. He knew he’d sworn to cut off all contact, but in his grief, Inuyasha latched onto any form of comfort he could and agreed to meet the woman for lunch one last time. Miroku tried to advise against it, only backing down when Inuyasha swore he would cut off all ties after this last meeting. It was just lunch, what could it hurt? It was only fair of him to cut the woman off face to face instead of cowardly through a phone call.

It was a little awkward, he couldn’t lie. But the lunch had been progressing well in a platonic way. Inuyasha was careful not to do anything that might lead the woman on... at least that’s what he believed because to him they really were just friends. They’d dated through high school, but when they graduated, Kikyo decided she wanted to pursue college away from their hometown, and that a long distance relationship rarely worked in her eyes. Inuyasha hadn’t been happy about it at the time, but life went on. He went to the local college and started working for his father’s company when his coworker Miroku introduced him to his then girlfriend Sango’s best friend and the rest as they say, was history.

By the time Kikyo returned, Inuyasha was absolutely smitten with his new girlfriend Kagome. He’d let his anger about his ex go and agreed to remain friends. What did it matter to him anyways since he was happily in love. Inuyasha could never have realized that just five years later that choice would cause his whole world to come crashing down.

“Oh, Inuyasha,” Kikyo reached over the table and took his hand. “I’m sorry this happened.”

He hung his head and ears drooped. “I just keep thinking about how I could’ve prevented all of this.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. Kagome chose to act childish and emotional, that’s not your fault.”

Inuyasha pulled his hand away and eyes narrowed at the woman. Did he just hear her right?! “She was upset, with every right to be since I was being stupid. That doesn’t make her childish.”

“Inuyasha please,” the woman rolled her eyes. “Kagome doesn’t deserve your protection. Weak people like her aren’t worth stressing over.”

It was an instantaneous lightning bolt strike to Inuyasha’s head. He knew Kikyo could be harsh, but throughout the entire time he was with Kagome, the woman never talked so lowly of his girlfriend. Yet now that Kagome wasn’t around to defend herself, Kikyo’s true colors were blatantly shining through. Inuyasha immediately pushed away from the table and stood up. “All this time,” the deep growl evident in his tone, “I thought Kagome was just being ridiculous in her accusations, but you’ve just shown me she was telling the truth all along.” He glared at his ex, his eyes turning red in anger. “I’m such an idiot for defending you! It’s because of you we fought that night and now she’s still paying the price! I’m done Kikyo.” He gritted out. “Don’t you ever contact me again or so help me I will make you pay for your part in this!”

“Inuyasha!” She called after his fleeing form. “Inu don’t do this! I still love you!”

But he was done. He stopped cold to address Kikyo one last time. “No, you don’t. If you loved me you wouldn’t try to hurt me, but all you’ve done is hurt me. It’s over!”

Ugh! How he wanted to tear something apart! Inuyasha got into his car and gripped to the steering wheel of his car so tightly his knuckles were blanched white. “Fucking bitch!” He roared as he gunned it out of the parking lot towards... towards... “FUCK!!!!” Where? He hated being in his empty house and the guilt tearing him up inside at that moment, it just wouldn’t be right to go to the hospital. Miroku was bound to give him the I told you so speech and while deserving, really wasn’t what he needed or wanted to hear.

There was only one place he could think to run to.

He knocked at the family’s door with his head hung unable to look the woman in the eyes.

“Inuyasha?”

“Momma Higurashi, can I come in?”

“Of course,” she moved aside and gestured for him to enter. Once he dropped onto the living room couch, she sat beside him with a hand on his shoulder. “Is something wrong?”

“You’re gonna hate me—”

“I don’t think that’s possible, so just tell me everything.”

If his head could sink lower it would at the words unloading like a waterfall after a storm as he recounted the twisted triangle, he now knew was real. Kagome had been so right all along about Kikyo, but the woman’s devious and manipulative nature tricked him into believing it was just in the rival’s head. All this time Inuyasha thought Kagome was acting like the jealous one, and in the end, it was his ex all along. How is he supposed to fix this?

“I wouldn’t blame you if you hate me for what I’ve done to your daughter, but I just couldn’t go home...” Tear pool in his eyes ready to burst just thinking about how empty he felt in that moment. “I can’t stand being in our home without her there, it hurts too fucking much.”

“Inuyasha, I don’t hate you. Am I upset, yes, but there’s no hate in me. I can see that you understand now along with the pain you’re going through, and that encourages me to forgive you.” Mrs. Higurashi cradled his face and brought it up so she could look into his eyes. “How could I hate the man who loves my daughter so much that he’s willing to bear his soul to their mother like this? I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.”

“But look at how much pain I’ve caused, how can you be so nice to me?”

“Because Kagome wouldn’t want me to hold this against you.”

With that, Inuyasha lost his remaining composure and sobbed even harder, letting the motherly figure simply hold him tight and stroke his back while he processed her words. She was right, Kagome’s heart was the purest he’d ever encountered who would look past the flaws and hold onto the positives. She wanted him for him, and if a person were deserving, fought to show them they are worth so much more. That’s probably why it took so many years for Kagome to leave that night. She’d always held out hope that Inuyasha would see the truth.

As Mrs. Higurashi soothed the despairing Hanyo, she spoke. “I know how hard this is Inuyasha, but Kagome’s body is healing and getting better every day. When she wakes up, she’ll need our love and support more than ever to get her through this.”

“I know...” he rumbled into the woman’s shoulder. “It’s just so scary to think, she won’t even know who I am.”

“And that’s why it’s so important for you to stay strong and help her remember, to show her the man she’d fallen in love with is still there for her.”

“You’re right… do you think she will… love me again?”

“I think so.”

The woman’s words seemed to satisfy Inuyasha for the time being. If Kagome woke up not remembering him it’ll hurt, deeply, but that just meant he’ll need to try even harder to win back her heart— and damn it! It was a challenge Inuyasha was not willing to lose. He couldn’t lose this fight or the road it might lead him down was... not something he ever wanted to think about. This time around he had the advantage of knowing all the things that make her happy, so he’ll put it all to good use. And if at some point Kagome regains her lost memories, hopefully the fact he remembered and did such things gave her the strength to forgive him.

Inuyasha released a grounding exhale. Now that he had a pseudo plan, a tiny weight felt lifted from his shoulders. But one remained. He pulled away from Momma Higurashi as he wiped away the drying tears from his cheeks. “Could I ask for one more favor?”

“Sure, dear.”

“I don’t wanna go home tonight. It’s too lonely.”

“Oh,” she smiled gently. “You’re welcome to use Kagome’s old room. Maybe it’ll bring you a small measure of comfort.”

Whether or not it would, it was better than a cold and empty house. “Thank you.”

And it did help to some degree. Kagome’s lingering scent in the room was both a comfort and a curse. It reminded him of her absence, yet the familiarity was soothing enough to relax him, to remind him of her presence and the importance of staying true to his choices. So, as he lay there that night staring up at her ceiling, Inuyasha allowed the happier memories to come back. Of nights when they first started dating, or times he’d snuck into this very room to watch her sleep. In those early days, he’d been much more brash and walled off to her advances— yes, her advances. He had still been in pain from the break-up with Kikyo when they’d met, but Kagome’s gentle pushing and prodding eventually morphed into something more. She was a shoulder to cry on, and the strength he needed to mend a broken heart. Even the anger he once felt about losing his mother at a young age had haunted him, and it was Kagome who helped those wounds to heal. He really owed the woman a lot, and now it was his turn to return the favor.

[hermit-pistol]

Rohan Kishibe Fluff Alphabet:

The second full alphabet is finally finished, woohoo! This one goes out to all of my Rohan lovers-  Make sure to like, reblog, and click under the cut! It means a lot! 

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Rohan will want to show you the things that he’s passionate about, and that mainly includes his artwork and enjoying art together! When you want to get out of the house, you guys enjoy walks in the park. Fresh air does you well.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He really loves your attention to detail. If he parts his hair differently? You're going to notice. If he draws a manga panel with an extra that looks eerily similar to your likeness? Of course, you're going to notice.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

In theory, he figures that he'd be inconvenienced, but once it actually happens his tune changes real quick. He soon realizes that when in a relationship, selfishness isn't an option. His arms will be open, all he's waiting for you to do is to run into them.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Rohan's forte isn't long term thinking. Unlike the issues of his manga, life can't be planned out and anticipated. He does see himself with you in the foreseeable future, though. For the present, he treasures each day he spends with you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You would think that Rohan would be dominant in the relationship, given his fiery, sassy personality. Instead, he's quite passive when it comes to decision making. He's been with you long enough that he can let down his guard and be his authentic self around you.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Verbal altercations are prominent in this relationship. It can either be petty or a big blowout, and Rohan usually makes it a show by slamming doors and hiding in his office. He's extremely stubborn, but every fight you have eventually gets solved.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He really appreciates the fact that you put up with him, honestly. He feels like he is such a burden and protects himself by being moody and lashing out at others. You know that he appreciates when you spend time with him and help him grow as a person.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Rohan doesn't really have a reason to hide anything, besides major spoilers for his upcoming chapters (He wants it to he a surprise when you read). BUT, that being said, he has such a fat mouth. Don't tell him anything you don't want all of Morioh to know about.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Echoing themes in B and C, he is inspired to be more giving around you (and less selfish). Also, if we're talking literal inspiration there's a chance that there might be a new character showing up in Pink Dark Boy that looks a lot like you... 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rohan definitely faces issues with jealousy, to the point where he would become paranoid and make false accusations. It's one of his fatal flaws, and in order to make the relationship work, he needs to learn to trust.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rohan is definitely an awkward kisser at first. Although he talks a big game, he is still quite unsure of himself and might need some guidance at first. You more than likely will have to initiate the act most times, but once he’s gotten used to the feeling he’ll want to take the lead.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He would sit with himself for quite a while to figure out what he wants out of the relationship. He most likely has never used the "L" word with anyone before, and that makes him extremely nervous. You would be eating dinner together when he tells you how he truly feels, and oh how overjoyed you are.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Rohan would marry you having several years of dating. He thought that he would end up alone since he was holed up in his house all day, but finding and having you was a godsend. You would move into his home, and Rohan wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Rohan doesn't get too colorful with nicknames, it's a pet peeve of his when he overhears people going overboard with their terms of affection. Really, who shows their love by calling your s/o love muffin?! He just can't understand. Your name works fine.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

At first, it's a sense of giddiness that he just can't pinpoint. Once he learns the reason for his feelings, he isn't really sure how to properly deal with them. Josuke gets on his nerves through his teasing though, since the way he's feeling is so transparent.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

As mentioned before, Rohan is very observant of how others are when in relationships. In his own, he wants to make sure that he doesn't fall into the same "traps". Only hand-holding in public, nothing more. (He'll totally brag in front of the Duwang gang though)

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

His memory. As an author, he has to remember so many things. Why would being in a relationship be any different? Every special moment he has with you will be cataloged, and when it comes around next year he'll never forget the (deadline) date.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He finds little ways to show his love to you. One way that he loves to spend time with you is by showing you how to draw. He’ll place his hand over yours as the pen dances across the paper. Although, you’ll never be as great as the mighty Rohan Kishibe. Creative for sure!

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Rohan may be rather grumpy and show the epitome of tough love, but whatever you choose to pursue he'll be backing you all the way. He teaches you to not be afraid of rejection and tries to make his experience as a mangaka applicable. You have his support for sure.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn't really feel the need to change the way things are. It's the casual outings that he values most, really. He'd rather get groceries with you or a book from the library than sky diving or something adventurous any day.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

One of Rohan's downfalls and something that he needs to work on is realizing when his partner is feeling down and out. While it's good to be in touch with your own feelings, now that he's in a relationship, there's another person's feelings to take into account. It's something that he'll need to work on and improve. (Hang in there, Rohan!)

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Before he met you, he was completely content with living and being alone. He's just grown used to being by himself. When he met you; however, things changed a lot. If you left him, there would be a gaping void that he definitely never noticed there before. You're his world, basically.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Rohan adores when you make him a homecooked meal. Before you met him, he was basically living off of take-out and fast food (how did he not gain weight?). Anyway, there's not a single recipe you've made that he doesn't like. For a present, you were planning on making him a book of your best recipes and trying them out together.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Rohan may complain all the way, but he secretly loves to be cuddled. He actually prefers to be the little spoon and feeling your arms around him. Prepare to not get up for hours; he feels so secure in your embrace.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Since he works from home, you're most likely the one who's away most of the time. He says that he'll be fine, but that's not true at all. He relies on the power of technology while he waits for you to get home, but of course, he would rather be talking to you in person. He has a lot of photographs that he looks at too.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Besides his fashion sense (epic burn), Rohan isn't really a flashy individual. He wouldn't do anything too extravagant in the relationship, because he knows that you would think he was trying too hard. If anything, he keeps his public and private life separate, since he values his privacy.

[turtle-steverogers]

I Watched TWS for the Millionth Time So Let’s Over-Analyze This Shit

-TFA theme at the beginning 🥰 (that theme is so fuckin good)

-Sam’s lil jogging route around the Tidal Basin/Mall

-Steve being sassy , just as a general

-Steve’s sadness errands

-Sam relating to Steve on the soldier front and making him feel seen

-Just. Sam Wilson

-The way that Steve’s to-do list in the movie varies from country to country (For instance, the UK list has Sherlock instead of I Love Lucy and The Beatles)

-Also I wanna know Steve’s thai order

-The fact that this whole exchange is happening at 6:39 am

-Natasha drives with all the recklessness of a 16 year old that just got their license

-Stealth Suit Stealth Suit

-Steve deflecting Nat’s date suggestions

-Steve’s aversion for parachutes...reckless endangerment ✨

-Steve speaking/understanding at least a little french

-Tony having designed the Helicarriers to have arc reactor power instead of turbines because “he got a close up look at the turbines” in The Avengers 2012 when he got caught in them

-“This isnt freedom, this is fear” aka the embodiment of Steve’s character

-Steve’s exhibit being in the Air and Space museum even tho he flew a plane once and crashed it

-Bucky’s display having two different birth years (1916 and 1917. the correct one is 1917)

-In the little video of Steve and Bucky, Sebastian Stan was saying “We *are* friends” after the director told them to “act like friends” for that shot

-Steve acknowledging Peggy’s family and therefore acknowledging that their relationship with each other, while still close and special, is not romantic anymore and Peggy telling Steve to move on and start over wtf endgame

-The parallel of Peggy losing her memory as Bucky regains his

-Sam Wilson willing to show vulnerability and not being ashamed of his PTSD and treating Steve like any other attendee and hoping Steve will open up too if he sees that it’s okay to

-Steve’s face after “it was like I was up there just to watch” cuz he gets it and both sam and him had to watch their other half fall

-“What makes you happy?” “I don’t know”

-The Winter Soldier theme is just Bucky’s scream pitched different and made to sound mechanical because Henry Jackman wanted it to sound like a man trapped in a machine

-Why is Steve a lucky bastard that has his own laundry machine

-Steve leaving his apartment building after Sharon points out the music and then SCALING THE SIDE OF HIS OWN BUILDING AND CLIMBING IN THROUGH HIS WINDOW LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE SEEING CAPTAIN AMERICA JUST CLIMBING INTO HIS APARTMENT THROUGH HIS WINDOW ONE NIGHT

-STEVE’s APARTMENT I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS (i might make a separate post on that)

-The fact that “A Long, Long Time” is playing when he sees Bucky for the first time in the future and the song is about lovers reuniting after the war i’m not saying it’s gay but i am

-He calls Fury “Nick” which really indicates theyre not close in the slightest

-Steve is excellent in adapting under pressure (him immediately catching on and using Fury’s code story: “who else knows about your wife?”)

-Steve is Awful at lying but hes also Excellent at lying

-How tf did Steve get the flash drive in the vending machine without the vending machine dude noticing i-

-“Captain Rogers” “Neighbor >:(“ petty little shit

-Steve’s observation skills are A+++++ as we can see in the elevator scene

-More reckless endangerment like imagine just going through your work day and captain america falls through the ceiling

-Steve stole someones gym clothes after escaping SHIELD. let that sink in

-Natasha has about a billion masks on at all times (“I only act like i know everything, rogers” “the person that programmed this was slightly smarter than me. slightly” “the truth isn’t all things to all people all of the time”) also she’s quite insecure, especially when it comes to being perceived as a good, trustable person

-Meanwhile, Steve’s consistently himself even if it costs him

-Bucky trained Natasha in the Red Room (at least in the comics) so theres a good chance she made the connection between him and Steve and withheld that information

-The honeymoon in New Jersey😭😭

-Steve and Nat both have very different, but entirely valid approaches to situations: Steve’s is that of a tactiction, Nat’s is that of a spy’s. We see this in the scene at Pentagon City Mall

-Steve’s looking for someone with shared life experience and bucky has that

-Bucky killed JFK

-When Zola tells him that his death and life both amount to that of a zero sum, he punches the screen with his bare fist, not his shield, indicating just how much that upset him

-Pierce offers Bucky milk cuz he knows “the asset” can’t refuse or accept offers. He’s taunting him

-Sam drinks orange juice straight from the bottle and also doesnt refrigerate his mustard. There’s also a baseball trophy in his apartment so,,,,, baseball player sam anyone?

-Sam is also a gem who immediately helps out Steve and Nat with no judgement in his tone so they don’t feel ashamed

-Nat straightened her hair somewhere in Sam’s house

-“Cuz thats really not your style, Rogers” “you’re right, it’s not” *rubs sitwell’s arm* “it’s hers”

-Steve and Nat banter Steve and Nat banter

-Sam is just *clenches fist* so cool

-Nat immediately knows where Bucky’s gonna shoot when he lands on the Sam’s car and later she knows how to affectively fight him best because he trained her so she knows his fighting style

-Steve alone saying “Bucky?” was enough to break Bucky’s conditioning the slightest bit

-Sam met Steve like 36 hours ago and he’s already being arrested and made into a government fugitive with him and it won’t be the last time

-Steve is the only one entirely restrained

-“Even when I had nothing I had Bucky”

-Everyone meets Sam and is just like “aight let’s trust him with the highest clearance security information”

-Steve looks super nauseous all through the scene where Rumlow is handcuffing him and later when he says, “he looked right at me, like he didn’t even know me” he sounds sick and choked up

-Steve carries a lot of weight on his shoulders

-Steve’s “Bucky?” after the highway battle and Steve’s “Bucky?” in Bucky’s memory in the Vault Scene being different (in Bucky’s memory, he looks more heartbroken)

-Sebastian’s acting. Just all of it. And the way Bucky just opens his mouth for the mouth guard before he gets wiped....heartbreaking

-Steve realizes an organization that was meant to protect the people has become its own antithesis so hes like “aight. get rid of it” damn that’s the right mindset right there

-In the memory scene after Sarah’s funeral, Steve is so out of it and distressed, that he can’t find his key but Bucky immediately knows exactly where it is and what he’s lookin for

-Bucky was vain as shit and also had money: tailored suit, hair w shit ton of brylcreem in it

-The big breakfast Steve had was at Sam’s house

-The whole scene on the helicarrier between Steve and Bucky is incredible here are some highlights: Steve never backing down from a fight until it’s Bucky he’s fighting, Steve dropping the shield for him, Steve being ready to die if living means he’s living in a world where Bucky’s alive and doesnt remember him

-Their acting in that scene is so genuine and heartbreaking i can’t- i can’t-

-Steve’s got a comm i’m so chances are Nat, Sam and Maria can hear a portion of what’s going down on the helicarriers

-“I’m with ya to the end of the line” is basically “til death do us part” so the equivalent of wedding vows between Bucky and Steve is what ultimately broke Bucky’s conditioning

-When bucky fell, steve didn’t jump after him but when Steve fell, bucky went after him even tho he’s brainwashed. don’t think about steve’s guilt surrounding that. youll only get sad

-Bucky waited until Steve took a breath to leave him

-Sam waited by Steve’s side in the hospital

-In the end credit scene, Bucky and Steve originally were supposed to make eye contact, but the writers didn’t want it established that Bucky remembered Steve until CW

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Every time I watch it from here on out, I’m gonna add a lil more as I notice hehehe

[blu-joons]

DATING TXT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Beomgyu

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Beomgyu loved to cuddle you, being close to you and being able to hold you always made him feel so warm and full of love. He’d love being as close to you as possible, even if neither of you spoke, the touch was the best part to him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you crossed paths at an event that you were a member of staff at. Beomgyu instantly began talking to you in order to make you feel comfortable around the group, so you thought he was just being friendly, until he came and found you at the end of the day and asked if he could get your number.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

You both ended up meeting a handful of times over the next few weeks, trying to get to know one another. Beomgyu loved being around people and so he would often try and see you whenever he had a break in his schedule. On one particular evening you spent together, Beomgyu knew he wanted to confess to you, and so as he arrived at your front door, he opened up, and finally let you know how he felt about you.

D ⇴ DATES

Beomgyu enjoyed being around you, and so he’d arrange any kind of date in order to be around you. He loved to try new things and figure out the things that you enjoyed doing as a couple and the things you weren’t so fond of. His favourite kind of dates were adventures, Beomgyu loved exploring with you and being able to find new parts of the city that he was yet to discover. A lot of planning went into your dates, but Beomgyu always made sure that it was something you’d enjoy and want to try again with him.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Dating was a field that Beomgyu didn’t know too much about at all before he met you, but he was more than willing to learn. He did a lot of research on things that he thought you’d like so that he could impress you, and things to avoid. He definitely spoke with the other members too, even though they didn’t have much experience either, getting the opinion to know whether he was right or wrong meant a lot to him. As he became less shy however, he began to trust in himself a little more, trying to do things for himself.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Beomgyu tends to have an opinion on most things, which can sometimes lead to a few disagreements between the two of you. However, if there is one positive, he can also be very understanding, so no argument ever really gets too out of hand for you both. If he firmly believes in his opinion, he might speak a little louder, but usually he tries to treat your disagreements as discussions as opposed to conflict. He’s open to your view, even if he doesn’t always believe that it’s the right one to have, but he’ll try not to ever let things blow too far out of proportion if he can help it.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was incredibly keen to introduce you to his family and show them the person that he never stopped talking about. They were keen to meet you as well, which definitely placed a lot of pressure on your shoulders the first time you met them. Luckily for you, and them, your first meeting with them went perfectly.

H ⇴ HOME

Having someone around was a big deal for Beomgyu, he hated being by himself. With Soobin so busy, the two of you were lucky to have a lot of time at the dorm together by yourselves, but as soon as Soobin ever returned from a schedule, you’d make sure to both be respectful of his home and Beomgyu’s too.  

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ came from Beomgyu, but he was so shy, you almost missed him actually saying it. You’d surprised him after a long run of shows for their comeback, and he was exhausted. Although having you there was a great source of energy for him, he still struggled to find the energy to be able to tell you how much your presence meant to him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whilst Beomgyu wasn’t someone who got jealous often, it would usually be clear to you when he was feeling a bit put out. It was a habit that not many people could pick up on of his, but you’d always notice how he’d become very unresponsive to conversation. He understood that people wanted to talk to you, so usually he’d switch off any urge to get jealous about a situation, but if something really did get under his skin, then the silence that came from him was usually a big enough habit of his for you to recognise that he needed some reassurance from you.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you knew from the very start of your relationship that kids were a long way off for you both. Although the future was something that the two of you did find yourself talking about quite a lot of the time, you would never go too far into the specifics of having children. Instead, you both just agreed that it was something you hoped would happen for the two of you in the future, whenever that was.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Beomgyu is someone who loves to laugh and make sure that those around him are always laughing too. A lot of his effort will go into making you laugh and ensuring that you’re always happy around him. At times, he definitely has a darker sense of humour, with many of his comments often taking you by surprise when you least expect him to say something. If you come to him at the end of a bad day, he’ll be right there to make you laugh, memorising plenty of jokes that he’s read that he knows will tickle you. If you’re not smiling around him, then Beomgyu will do whatever it takes to get you smiling around him again.

M ⇴ MISSING

His heart always beats a little faster whenever he’s missing you, it’s hard on him, and a feeling that for the most part, he’ll bottle up. When he rings you, he smiles, he wants you to think that he’s happy and getting by, when in reality, it’s not that easy for him at all. The members will be very quick to pick up on when he’s missing, but Beomgyu will usually try and encourage them all into thinking that he’s fine. He doesn’t like the fuss that comes with everyone thinking that he misses you, he much prefers to just get on with things so that he can head back to the hotel and give you a ring and see how you are.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You tended to just call Beomgyu, ‘beom,’ it was the first nickname you gave him when the two of you were getting to know each other, and so it stuck as the nickname that you always used around him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Beomgyu was obsessed with your smile, it was always made him feel warm inside knowing that you were happy around him.

P ⇴ PDA

He wasn’t a huge fan of being affectionate with you in public as it usually made him quite shy, but that would never stop him at least holding your hand. He still wanted people to know that you were his, without having to be over the top about it and push your relationship into people’s faces where it wasn’t wanted.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Beomgyu would ask you a question about near enough anything just to keep conversation going between the two of you. He wasn’t a fan of silence at all, and so would often find something random that could trigger conversation.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved to play his guitar for you, and wrote many small songs dedicated to you just by what came to mind when he strummed. His creative mind was set alight whenever he had thoughts of you, suddenly making song writing seem as if it were the easiest job in the world. The lyrics seem to always just come to him when he has thoughts of you, the guitar being the perfect accompaniment to what he creates.

S ⇴ SEX

Intimacy with Beomgyu is usually a very passionate affair, but also one that is very soft and full of love. As soon as you’re finished, he’ll always revert back to his usual shy self, but whilst he’s taking care of you and making you feel good, Beomgyu makes sure that everything is how he knows you enjoy it. He understands exactly what you expect from him and makes sure to deliver every single time.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’ll receive quite often from Beomgyu throughout your day as he loves to hear what you’re getting up to. You’ll often get texts too to let you know he has a surprise date planned for you both with his evening off.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The two of you were very much a team, there wasn’t much that you didn’t do together when you weren’t busy with work. You enjoyed being with each other as much as possible and making as many memories as you could.

V ⇴ VACATION

It doesn’t matter where in the world Beomgyu is when he’s got some time off, just as long as he’s got you with him. He loves travelling and exploring new parts of the world therefore, it won’t phase him at all where it is. As long as the two of you are happy on your vacation, then that’s all that matters to him.

W ⇴ WHINING

He’s very understanding and appreciates that not all your time can be spent on him, so Beomgyu won’t be someone who whines too often.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Beomgyu will kiss you as often as he can, he loves to be close to you, and embraces how every kiss he either gives or receives from you will turn his cheeks a dark shade of red. He often finds himself resting against your shoulder, which gives him perfect access to kiss against your cheek or jawline, or for you to be able to tilt your head and attack his cheeks too. He’ll do anything to be able to be close to you and give you plenty of affection.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, he loved having you there in everything that he did.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Beomgyu is very much a cuddler when it comes to the night-time, he loves having you close to you and being able to bury himself close to you. It always ensures that the two of you fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

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Masterlist

[hoe-for-yukhei]

SUICIDE MISSION

captain yuta - lieutenant reader

kinda long drabble

au: attack on titan, comrades

warnings: character death, self harm, expletive, blood, violence, [unedited and badly written]

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Gisselle cries as she landed on the top of one of the roofs where you’re standing. She’s sobbing horribly and traumatized. “GISELLE! WHAT HAPPENED?! LOOK AT ME!” Gisselle are one of the newly recruits of scout regiments. The 6 of them Shotaro, Ningning, Winter, Karina, Sungchan we’re very skilled and has potentials but you have to be emotionally strong too. “L-lieutenant we we’re on near the river and the number of titans were slimming down but then...but then they started falling from the sky! and W-winter and Sungchan we’re-” Gisselle can’t finished her sentence. she just cried and cried. can’t accept the fact that her dear friends became titan food on their first mission. “L-lieutenant... your brother... Mark’s is still unconscious, still healing but the armored titan got him.”  In your 4 years of service of being a Scout you learned many things, and one of them are ‘people like you don’t deserve to grieve’. you took a deep breath and kept the stoic face you always have. How dare that fool step in your work?! The overwhelming anger in you starts to intensifies and your mind went black. 

“Lieutenant?! Stop there’s over 50 titans over there!” 

Ignoring your junior’s words; you didn’t stop swinging from houses to houses, tree to trees. you took out your blades and automatically sliced the napes of the titans you passed by not missing one of them. you can’t afford to lose your brother. you can’t afford to lose your only family. you can’t afford to lose the beast titan. Unlike the previous owner mark’s beast titan is far from an ape. He has long and slim body, four paws, covered with spots and really fast making him invisible to enemies. Unaware that your gas emptied while you’re having 1 to 1 combat with pure bred titans you started falling taking out your knife ready to unleash the female titan in you a black haired man killed the titan faster than the speed of light while wearing his infamous smirk. “I believe we don’t need the female titan for now” “that’s what you thought captain. Out of 400 we only have 7 men left, were running out of gas, supplies, and ammunition and they have mark.” Yuta quickly erased his teasing smile he had on his face. you’re right there’s no time for leisure and jokes right now. Because this clearly isn’t good since the commander is dead now  so it’s all up to him   “Shotaro!” “Captain!” Shotaro quickly landed on the wall as the Yuta called him. “check for the wounded, and other comrades! i want to see them at the tallest tower at the middle of the town”

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“Captain, Eric and Kevin are inside the walls they have mark! they’re heavily guarded and looking at the amount of gas we have we’ll not make it and not to mention they’re still dropping titans. this is clearly a suicide mission.” Doyoung stated. he’s right. but still we can do something. Donghyuck just came up with a look on his face and his pants are quite heavy “Donghyuck. what did you find?” “Captain I-i found our cargo but they’re on the titan’s base. they’re eating the- our horses. it has all things we needed including the thunder spear...” upon realization you all met each others eyes coming up with a plan.

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you jump off the tower taking out your knife and slitting your wrist followed by a flash of bright light appeared indicating a titan just transformed. Your comrades jumped on your body as you take them to the other side of the town to retrieve your cargo, killing all the titans you all encounter. as you got hold of all your weapons you threw debris and explosives where the titans came from. Everything is going as plan until Eric transformed into an armored titan. buying time to let the jaw titan escaped with mark.

Eric and you fought hand to hand throwing punches and kicks to each other. you turn around and kick him in the face performing a back roundhouse kick which results to him falling down exposing his nape, Giselle quickly aimed for it but the armored titan stands up immediately which cause us to miss his weakest part. 

Looking back you saw mark tied up to Kevin getting away, and other comrades being eaten. you lost composure and fell to the ground due to armor titan’s hard punch. the armored titan quickly hovers you, you grabbed his nape, pulled it and locked his legs and rolls to the ground now hovering him. you hardened your fists and threw punches at him. slowly moving your hands northward exposing his nape. Donghyuck and others fired thunder spears at him penetrating to his hard armor not giving him enough time to switch consciousness he almost died on the spot. 

“to the last man if that's what it comes to! Mark mustn’t reach the gate! I don't like a single titan anywhere near him!”

Done with the armored titan you came for the jaw titan with a tied up mark in it’s hands. you hopped on it’s back causing the titan to fall. but it’s so agile it slept through your hands and had quite a hard time to catch it. you’re also careful that you wouldn’t hit mark with your punches and attacks, but as you throw debris at the jaw titan a metal cut through Mark’s shoulder causing an injury. worried left you as your attack suddenly awakened his titan form.

blinding lights and hot steamed surrounds the area.

Mark has turned into his beast titan.

A cheetah.

Fighting a Jaw titan was quite hard for a four foot fur titan that has no hands. but it’s pace, size, large mouth, sharp teeth and sensitive ears & nose gave him so many advantages. 

You left them and went for the walls with cracks. pure bred titans instantly came to you they’re too many of them but thankfully 6 of them synchronously fell down as they were hit by yuta’s swift moves using his odm gear. “go on! i got you!” running for the large wall crack much bigger than it’s gate. you got several houses stacking it up to form as a base then you hardened it with your ability

You all rest at the roof of the tower you came to earlier. With heavy pants yuta just stares at you while you’re drinking water watching your comrades clearing the vicinity. Mark and Donghyuck came flying with their ODM gear while carrying two barely alive personages.

“Armored titan.”

“Jaw Titan”

Mark stared at you with a large smile at his lips. everyone might be thinking ‘he’s so happy we won’. well in fact you and mark are far from happy.

“Thank god you saved my ass back there, Kevin said they came for us. they want us to retreat. i don’t want to go so they tied me up.”

“Are you insane why would i let you? they’re obviously tired of waiting and thought we’re doing nothing that’s why they want us to go back. we all know they’re going to take our titan if that happens.”

“should we continue though? i mean this?”

“remember what we have in line mark. we’re not the type of people to grieve, to love or to have any emotional attachments to any eldians.”

You all had retrieved  4 out of 9 titans. by the time the Eldians got the grip of all all 9 of it you and Mark can go back home successfully bringing glory to the nation.

“Wall Maria retrieved! Mission accomplish”

or was it captain nakamoto?

Yuta is unknowingly falling for an enemy who’s responsible of her squad’s death. this is clearly a suicide mission that’s he’s getting himself to and he’s more than willing to die for her.