#like??? leave em alone it doesn't affect you

[majormeilani]

you know tbh i know people are joking when they say 'skill issue' to someone failing at a game but it low-key feels a bit ableist for someone to say that because not everyone has the same coordination with their hands or body as someone else and like... people should be allowed to play games for their own enjoyment and not be judged for not being able to do certain stuff in a game 😔

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

AkrhamKnight! Jason Todd

Sensitive Topics: descriptions of a toxic relationship and mentions of physical abuse (none actually written)

AK! Jason Todd who you're not even sure what you have with. Every time you try to refer to him as your boyfriend or yourselves as together like you did before his death, he pulls away and gets defensive.

"There isn't an 'us,' sweetheart. I ain't letting shit from before that fucking clown got to me matter now."

But if you try to walk away from the situation or start talking to somebody else, he gets so incredibly jealous.

"Oh so you really need two guys' attention now? What a fucking whore..."

AK! Jason Todd who, if you couldn't tell by now, is so incredibly toxic in whatever situation you have. He cant stand to see you walk away but it kills you inside every time you come back to him and his baggage.

"Come one, sweetheart... It was just a mistake. We all make 'em, right? Don't you go leaving me over some petty shit like that."

AK! Jason Todd who absolutely loathes you going out at night. Even when he's there with you, it still puts him on edge to see you walking the cold, dark Gotham sidewalks when you could be safe in his apartment or the base instead.

AK! Jason Todd who just gets so mean with you for no reason. Well, not for little things like forgetting to pick up plastic wrap at the store or something. More like walking alone in Gotham without him knowing you were even gone. He hates the thought of something happening to his precious little thing.

AK! Jason Todd who would never physically harm you. Are insults thrown around like confetti? Absolutely! Is there a scream fight almost every week? You bet! But has he ever raised a finger against you? No. And he would never even think of it.

AK! Jason Todd who's absolutely pissed whenever somebody even looks at you for too long, nevermind making comments. You'd be surprised just how many of his soldiers he's gotten rid of just for telling him to "put his bitch in her place," or for telling you to "cover up, slut."

AK! Jason Todd who can't open up. He knows what he's doing is horrible. He knows that everything he does affects you in one way or another. But what about the horrible things other people have done? What about what the Joker did to him? What about Bruce letting the Joker roam free afterwards and replacing him with another goody two shoes? Jason wants to talk to you, he really does. But he just doesn't see how you or anybody, for that matter, coyld ever understand him or what he's been through.

AK! Jason Todd who found himself crying in the dark shadows of your shared apartment when Bruce first came along to stop his ridiculous plan to take over Gotham with Scarecrow's fear toxin. Jason loved Bruce. Bruce was his only family. But family means that nobody gets left behind and Bruce sure as hell broke that rule.

(This is actually kinda cannon: in Akrham Knight, one of the conversations you can overhear between a few of the gaurds mentions Jason crying after encountering Bruce for one of the first times)

AK! Jason Todd who truly does love you, in some way. He doesn't think he can be in love with you, but that doesnt makw him care about you any less. You're his person, and you've been there for him whether he likes it or not.

AK! Jason Todd who would absolutely lose it if anything were to ever happen to you. He never wants to see even a hair on your damn head hurt if he can help it. If one of his guards were to be responsible for an injury you sustained, they'd be out the door and probably six feet under in a heartbeat.

AK! Jason Todd who, no matter what your situation or relationship is like, refuses to let you see his chest. Yeah, his entire body is covered in scars, both from the Joker and other things he's experienced. But the 'Y' shaped scar on his chest is strictly off limits. If you were to ever accidentally brush your hand across it while laying with him or something, he wouldn't lash out, but he'd certainly guide your hand away by gently grasping your wrist.

AK! Jason Todd who never wants to see you involved with anything he does or his plans. He thinks that his activities are far too dangerous for you, even if you do happen to be somebody who's capeable of holding your own in combat or other high-stress situations.

Masterlist

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, brief mentions of violence, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 10: rough patch

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Breakfast is peaceful enough, you changed rooms last night and got a decent by your standards sleep. Damian's half asleep in his cereal and dukes speedily trying to finish a test between bites of his egg sandwich. It's weirdly domestic to you as Bruce gives you a cup of coffee and your medication and then takes a seat by you. Once again you feel out of place, like you've stolen something from someone else. but you don't show it. Weakness is not tolerable.

Unfortunately, peace never lasts.

“heyyy look who's alive and kicking around the place again!” To your absolute horror, you're dragged out of your chair and hugged tightly from behind by some loud mouthed-

“Dick we've talked about this…let em go chum.” Bruce quickly stands and tries to separate you from the hug, thank God, you could almost kiss the man when you're released. Suppressing a shiver at the unprompted affection, disgusting.

Duke Snickers into his food while Damian tries to cover up a snort by clearing his throat and shoving a bite of cereal in his mouth, traitorous children. You suppress a scowl as you turn to face your attacker - your hugger.

“come on I'm just happy they're still kicking and recovering, how're you doing operater?” Dick sets his hands on your shoulders as he speaks, he's far too touchy for your taste, but his words catch your attention more than his body language.

“operater?”

The room goes quiet for a moment, dicks hands tensing just a touch before he smiles and pulls you in once again. “It's a nickname you had, cuz y'know, you helped operate Wayne charity foundations like you were running the Navy. It's a lil inside joke.”

This time you're the one wriggling out of the hug, what part of ‘you're a stranger to the amnesiac’ does he not get? “You're telling me i was running those events? Why would i do that and not just hire a planner.” You sit back down in the chair, hopefully it'll discourage anymore cuddle attacks.

“I've actually said the same exact thing to you, guess you liked being the boss?” Bruce snorts beside you as dick speaks, Dick tosses himself into a nearby chair and starts making grabby hands at Damian's cereal.

“I'm going to pretend that didn't just come out of your mouth, right in front of my coffee. thanks.”

You grab the hot coffee and down a few sips before popping your medicine, that sounded a little too much like an innuendo to not royally piss you off. This entire…. Thing is gonna test your patience like never before, you swear.

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Bruce went to his office and Mr pennyworth left to drop the two boys off so you're alone in the manor, having shaken Dick off enough times until he himself had to leave back to whatever it is he does, you bet he's a cop or a gym teacher or something.

With free reign, you start snooping. First thing you note is how clean the place is as you wander from the kitchenette towards the event hall, props to the old man where it's due, The place is relatively spotless from floor to ceiling.The second thing you notice is all the damn hidden cameras.

your hand drags across piano keys in the otherwise silent hall, it's dust free and even tuned, for some reason the perfection of the place angers you just as much as the lack of privacy. Makes you think the Wayne's are too…superficial, the avengers tower wasn't even this perfect. There's a tiny blinking red dot in the eye of the gargoyle sculpture nestled in the corner of the room, letting you know that the mask can't slip even when you're alone. someone's watching. you close the fall board and wander to the next area.

The bedrooms aren't that interesting, the unoccupied ones all look the same, smell the same, beige walls and dark bedding. The occupied ones look like stereotypical teen boy rooms, messy bedspreads and posters on the walls. video game consoles, paint supplies, old films, at least these rooms look lived in, imperfect. The next bedroom makes you freeze in your tracks, the familiar vanity and ballet flats makes unease churn in your gut, how'd you see the exact setup in your…. You close the door quickly. The dreams are meaningless and you won't ponder on them for longer than necessary. You take mental note of the large computer set up in one of the other rooms and move on to a different area.

You're back in the library now, your legs are starting to ache from all the walking you've done, you'll have to work on your agility and stamina in this body for sure. Plopping down on a leather sofa you grab at one of the books on the table in front of you and flip it over to read the title, realizing this is the book Jason was flipping through yesterday when the bookmark slips out of it, guess he's a fan of Mary Shelley. The grandfather clock against the wall chimes loudly and you scowl at it before hauling yourself up and slowly leaving the dusty room, you could use a nap right about now.

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It's late when you're woken up, the butler knocks loudly on your door until you answer him.

“Master Wayne? You missed dinner. Would you like me to bring it up to you?”

You grunt as you rub at your face, before remembering that that doesn't count as an answer.

“No, I'll come down myself…. Will anyone else be there?” the silent ‘is my husband waiting?’ goes unsaid, but not unheard.

The butler doesn't answer for a moment, the creaking of floorboards telling you he's shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“…no, the children are at friends houses tonight, Cass is at her dance practice and master Bruce is dealing with an emergency at work. It is just us two tonight.”

“Oh, alright. I hope it's not a serious emergency…is everything good at work?” you act concerned, curiosity bleeding into your voice as you untangle yourself from the sheets and go to open the door.

“Nothing of the sort, there is just an issue with an incorrect filing mishap and mismatched records. Nothing worth worrying about.” Alfred steps out of the way when you open the door and turns to lead you to the kitchenette.

You know for a damn fact that Bruce's position in the company doesn't have him dealing with paperwork issues, your best guess is an affair partner that pennyworth is covering up. Of course the rich guy is cheating on his spouse, at least you don't have to entertain conversations with him over dinner…. Though it would have been nice to have a buffer between you and the butler. He definitely doesn't trust you as much as your husband seems to.

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“anything new you can tell me about the phone.” barbara turned towards bruce when she heard him speak,the glow of her monitors casting her in a greenish glow as she turned her wheelchair.

“well, i don’t have access to their files or their systems anymore. just their location when it pings off cell towers.” barb leaned back and picked up her bag of chips while speaking, eyeing bruce up while he paces her floor, his cape swishing quietly behind him. “the decoding technique you saw before the shut out?” bruce doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his gaze focused on the stained glass above their heads.

barb loudly crunches on a chip as she turns her chair back towards the monitors, wiping her hands clean before she pushes her glasses up her nose. “strange, for them i mean. they didn’t go through the standard coding channels or even the normal hardware wiping techniques, i’ve been doing some research on the dark and back channels and i still haven’t seen anything quite like it.” she offers him a chip.

bruce walks closer to her and wordlessly takes the offered snack, glancing down at barb as he digests that information.

“so…they’re not associated with any known hackers?” barb gives him a sharp look. “B, are you thinking your spouse is a plant?” he shakes his head slowly, glancing away from barb before he continues. “no, no not at all. i just….can’t ignore something strange in my home, even if it’s *them.”*

barb looks down at her lap with a pensive look on her face for a moment, glancing back up at him with thinned lips as she bites her inner lip.

“i’m still scrubbing through the dark, you’ll be the first to know if i find anything that sets off alarms.”

bruce nods once, turning with a dramatic flair of his cape as he turns to leave.

“B.” barbara called out to him before he disappears, turning her wheelchair around to face him again as he pauses midstep. “just don’t get too caught up in your theories yet, they’re still the same person that walked into that gala with you.” bruce resumes walking after barb speaks, disapearing into the darkest part of the clocktowers room.

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A/n: ruh roh readers jumping to conclusions about Bruce's late night disappearances. Wonder how that'll go 👀👀👀

Taglist: @cxcilla @mercuryathens @dind1n @redsakura101 @ninihrtss @let-me-dance @ladykamos @one-piecelover @cuntiesweet

[nightsmarish]

hiiiii this maybe weird but could i request a wolfstar x reader and she has like a lovey stuffed animal from when she was a baby she still needs to sleep with that she was trying to hide from the boys and how they’d react to finding out?? I love your writing :)

Poly!wolfstar x reader (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Reader) | 700+ words

A/n: a little short than I planned, but that's okay. Thank you for requesting, boo!

Tw: sleepy Remus, anxiety, first time the boys sleep at ur flat, kinda modern-ish, werewolf thing in implied a secrete r doesn't know? Kinda like a mid fic at best

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Most couples sleep over at eachother houses. It's completely normal. But, despite that fact, the nerves are eating you alive.

It was agreed before hand that the boys would crash at your place after your date. It is extremely late since the drive-in double feature ended at 2 a.m., and your apartment is much closer than Remus and Sirius' flat. Which means you've had ample time to hype yourself up, to tell yourself they won't judge you for sleeping with that bloody stuffed animal.

But now? Sitting in the passenger seat of Sirius' car with Remus half passed out with the nearly illegal amount of blankets and pillows the three of you brought? Your very not prepared for them to see the small stuffie.

Everyone stayed rather quiet throughout the car ride. Remus was already tired before the movies, probably because the moon was a few days ago, but you have no real conformation that affects him; all just speculation you've made the past few months of dating the boys. And Sirius is coming down from a sugar high, which leaves him calmer and more tired than usual. As well, with the added fact that he doesn't want to disturb your shared boyfriend as he goes in and out of sleep.

And the quietness stayed when the car parked infront of your apartment complex. Grabbing the blankets and pillows and helping a groggy Remus to his feet, the three of you manage to make it safely into your flat.

And while the boys just happen to conveniently be a bit distracted on assessing what blankets and pillows will be used to properly sleep in your bed, you sneak away to the bedroom.

There, laid out in the middle of your bed lays the little creature you've had for probably too long. You scurky on over to it and grab it, trying to quickly find a place that is both safe and well hidden for the night.

But, alas, one does not simply walk away from Sirius Black and expect him not to follow.

"Whats that, love?" Your shorter boyfriend stands in the door way, fluffy, dark green blanket in his arm. Behind him, in the living room, Remus is fighting, a little lazily, with two blankets that got tangled together.

"Wha-?" You glance down at the plushie in your hand, "This? Nothing. Nothing, why?"

Sirius quirks a brow, and dear Salazar, he can be intimidating; it's like his gaze is boring into your soul.

"Pads, leave 'em alone." Remus joins him in the door way, successfully having one of the two blankets.

"I'm not doing nothin' just wanna see who will be joining us tonight." He walks further into the room, throwing the green blankets onto the bed. Turning to face you again, gently grabbing your hip with one hand and cuping ome of your hands that holds the plushie, "assuming he will be joining us?"

You pause for a moment before practically melting into Sirius, who chuckles as he hugs your waist properly, "yeah- he's gonna join us. If that's okay." Your voice is muffled into the black t-shirt he's wearing.

"'Course, that's okay, dovey." One of the two is behind you now, having dropped the extra blanket on the bed as well. You can feel him press a light kiss to the top of your head from behind.

You move your head from where it laid on Sirius, looking at the two extra blankets that taint your bed. "I have enought blankets, we didn't need more."

The smile never leaves the boys face, letting go of you and landing unceremoniously onto your bed, looking up to you and Remus, "nonsense, darlin, how else will be over heat in the middle of the night?"

"We won't overheat in the middle of the night." The tall one gets in the bed as well, much less dramatically and soooo ready for bed.

"You are so confident in that." Sirius twists his body to see Remus getting comfy in the extremely messy bed, then glancing at you. "'Cm'on, doll, bring your friend and come join us."

A small smile graces your lips as you join the boys, one halfway to a dead sleep and the other welcoming you into his waiting arms after you turn off the bedside lamp.

[popponn]

boyfriend hcs | isagi yoichi.

notes: im done pretending to be sane. "things and hcs about isagi yoichi" post because world hard and cold isagi yoichi soft and warm. this time, really mean it when saying no brain just isagi big love. please don't look at this too closely, other than that: no warning.

the "natural rizz" type who is honestly not really good at being purposefully suave. if he tries, it will either go boyfailure route or cute babygirl route. if he doesn't, it's a full package bf who will get your whole family & friends' approval.

at first, he tries really hard, but the moment you get him to calm down and kick the nervousness away, you will get: casual affection, unconditional support, a cuddly & clingy bf on weekends, etc.

looks at matching keychains once and the metavision is telling him it will be cute if you two have that.

he seems like the type who is not obvious when he is in love. at first. the moment his friends accidentally stumble upon your dates and see his smile, his smile is fooling no one.

somehow could make the most mundane unromantic activity cute as long he does it with you. accidentally. somehow.

when he starts dating you, his clothes will reflect your taste because: 1) he will shop for those clothes with you and ask for your opinion; 2) if you are a sane human with a bare minimum level of taste you should know his fashion sense level is in minus already—please do a favor to mankind and get him away from that neon orange trousers and bright green jumper; 3) he just wants to see you happy; 4) despite his humble look and usual demeanor, he likes showing off that he has you and you have him.

doesn't mean he can pick your clothes. do yourself a favor and think thrice or ten times if he suggests clothing or god forbid a mix match. love makes people dumb but it has to have a limit. your man is not trustworthy in the style department.

getting his parents' approval should be the least of your worries. his blue lock fellows and noel fucking noa should be your concern. good luck, high chance you have to verbally fight people like michael kaiser and barou shohei.

your phone is guaranteed to have at least 5 country clocks in it because yoichi is an international sensation. and when he is not busy practicing, you barely leave his mind at all.

it ranges from "oh, they will like this as a gift" to longingly gazing at his phone because while he is an understanding & secure attachment-style boyfriend, it doesn't mean he can bear with you not contacting him for three days. call your man. text him.

his favorite songs will be that cm song and whatever you often listen to around him—"it just sticks". his favorite movie will be totoro and your favorite movie. attachment and fond memories are the main driving force for his favorite stuff.

is pretty independent and self-sufficient that is not clingy most of the time. unless when he is sleepy. he hugs his pillow when he sleeps, now that he has you get ready.

if your main love language are acts of service and words of affirmation, it will be an instant match. "i do this for you, you do this for me" without any talking needs to be done, just like second nature. and he likes to be praised.

in case of quality time and physical touch, it will take some time to get used to, most probably. while he clearly enjoys time with his closest ones, isagi also enjoys his alone time and thinking time too. and he used to be a shy boy who doesn't share touches with people much. but believe in his adaptability, as long as the parties involved are willing to figure this out it will get figured out.

made a whole post about this once like a besotted fool, but is a really good listener who likes listening to you. it's like you "giving him a piece of you"—especially if it is a part of you that you don't share much.

please do listen and try to figure him out though. moving on soon and focusing on the present's solution is good but in some cases, it really might lead to what people call "pent-up emotions". isagi doesn't enjoy looking or being "weak", but really understanding the emotions he doesn't say out loud will benefit both of you in the long run.

keep the balance in everything—because isagi as understanding and adaptable as he is, still sometimes has a lapse in judgment.

before this gets into angst territory let's stop here. moving on.

is canonly described as poetic in one of exhib dialogues—which means this man is scientifically proven to be cheesy as hell.

sheepish, boyish, cute, sometimes nervous, very boy next door yes. but when he is in the moment, aka the romance flow is kicking, get ready for the most heartfelt, the most sincere profession of love under the sunset. an "i'm glad you are in my life", an "i will happily choose you again", etc.

learn to kick a soccer ball if you can't. 1) good for self-defense; 2) he sometimes brings the ball to sleep and if you don't want it, really think of it as self-defense. (not kidding, check his PWC sprite and that one sleeping anime official art merch)

at first gets bashful at pet names, but if someone makes fun of him—especially during a match—that's just asking for it.

remember his habit of being unable to say "no"? In a very loving manner, it comes back in full force with you. he will spoil the hell out of you even when you don't ask him to. what you want, isagi will get.

you have to be his #1 supporter. because he is yours. sometimes he can give advice and help for you, sometimes he can't. but if anything, he will always be there.

has a soft spot for you smiling while hugging something. in other words, while his gallery is full of your photo with plushies, animals, etc—the number of mirror selfies with the two of you hugging each other is enough to make anyone blink in astonishment.

if someone badmouths you or tries to harrass you, oresagi aka on field persona comes out without any hesitation. and while isagi's appearance doesn't come in the most intimidating form—we have seen him. hold him back, please.

even after everything, is honestly a pretty simple guy who thinks a simple breakfast with you worth much more than expensive dinners. home dates with him is always the coziest thing on earth, no matter whether under a sunny sky or rainy clouds.

when he is dedicated to you, he is dedication itself. certainly still have to do pr and fanservice when he meets some fans in the street, but before he leaves he will always squeeze your hand like asking for permission and he always does it with such efficiency that some of his friends wonder if he is trained to return as quickly as possible to your side. (yeah. isagi values efficiency and like how he wants a goal, he wants to enjoy his date with you.)

comfort hcs tho, when you feel insecure or down in some ways talk to him. he might pick up the bad mood but he isn't the type to try and overstep when you don't want to tell him. and as said before, he is a really good listener who is always there for you, so it will really do you good.

sometimes protest but he loves it when you play with his hair one way or another. ruffle it, pat it, style it—do as you wish. bonus if you are in front of him, in his lap, in the comfort of your shared abode. clingy isagi coming out again.

he hugs in the same way he kisses. they are long and heartfelt. one could use "passionate" to describe them, if it isn't for a certain chaste-esque mannerism that is almost always there.

the only time it is not is when the two of you are in private but because this is a family account. not going there.

[ccraccz]

HELLOOOO I AM BACK AGAIN, May I request for Heartsteel! (all of em again) x fem! reader how would they treat you on your first date/where would yall be in your first date? (pls do include Alune too if you may!) thank you so much!

Our first date

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone, Alune x fem!reader

Aphelios

Aphelios is such a gamer boy

He'd probably take you to one of those claw machines shops

You know the ones that just have a bunch of functional claw machines, and you get to try your luck at them

He'd be a total god at them it's unbelievable

He'd get you anything that you lay eyes on for more than 2 seconds

That Badtzmaru plush? It's yours in 7 seconds

That figurine of your favorite character? He's getting it right now

And if you get him anything? He will melt

Aphelios will cherish what you got him more than anything (other than you or alune)

During the date, he'll speak to you softly and, if you want, he'll teach you his ways on the claw machine

He'll stand behind you while you play and would not mind any affection given to him out of excitement

He tries to get you something in secret, and if he succeeds, he would be smiling so hard under his mask

You both exit the claw machine place with your arms filled with prizes, most for you and some for himself

Then he takes you out to eat something, anything

Though he does love his takeout 🙃

When he takes you home, be sure to show him your gratitude by kissing him on the cheek after placing your stuff on your living room

He'll be thinking about what to do for the next date 💙💙

Ezreal

For a first date, he'd probably take you out to karaoke

He'd be able to show off what he likes to do and see your taste in music

And by that, he'll definitely be able to determine things about you

To get you comfortable, he'll sing to you a few times and encourage you to sing either with him or alone

If you sing a duet with him, he'll be very pleased and choose some type love song like "can't help falling in love" or something lol

and if you get the courage to sing a song for him, he'd totally encourage you and sing praises

He'd get shivers down his spine while you sing and if you mess up he wouldn't even laugh

He would just smile at you sweetly and listen as you sing

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't notice that you finished the song until you poke him on the cheek

After a while, both of you get tired of singing, throats stomachs hurting from singing and laughing

When he drives you back home, and after some ice cream, he walks you up to your door and opens his arms while asking for a goodbye hug💚💚

He'ssosweetandcuteijustwannakisshimtotomorrowiwishhewadrealoml

Sett

Sett would probably have a mall date with you 🙃

He wants to fet to know you in a more relaxed setting where it's just you and him

He'll get to know your style and what you usually look forward to while shopping

BTW, he learned all this because he asked his mom about it

Anyways, he'd also get to show off his arms and strength by carrying the bags!

Win win situating right?

He'd definitely want to get the photobooth pictures with you and keep them in his wallet

He's so cute oml

If you recommend something to him, like a sleeveless jacket, protein powder/shakes, or pins?

He's getting them and putting them on his person instantly

Especially if it's a plush! He's adding that to the collection that you haven't seen yet

Other than that, he'd be able to ask you questions while walking, and when you get hungry, you both would just go to the food court and get what you guys want!

He's so gentle with you, following you to every store like a pup, a smile on his face as you show him a dress you like or shoes you think would look good with his fit

He's looking at you with the most live striken eyes as you go on about your week and more

if you ask him any question, he'll answer very truthfully

And when he drives you home, he helps bring the bags up to the front door before attempting to leave with a wave and a smile

But you pull him back for a hug and a kiss on the cheek

When he gets inside his car, his face is as pink, and his hair and his ears perked up higher than anyone's used to seeing💜

Kayn

You don't know what you're getting into

Kayn is scared

Before meeting up with you, he had to tall Rhaast some basic rules like, don't be disrespectful and some other ones that he need to keep in mind

Even though Kayn is quite wild, he didn't want to scare you on the first date

So he met up with you at your place on foot and you both went on the bus to the nearest paintball/airsoft park

He showed you the basics of the games, you watched and admired him intently, and played some yourself

You guys didn't go against each other as he spectayed while you played and you spectator while he played

At first, he was slightly romantic, helping you with putting on gear and protection so you wouldn't get hurt

But when the adrenaline started getting to the both of you, he started to get a bit roudy

But you know it's because of the adrenaline

He treats you with utmost care and affection

If you're nervous about the first game, he'll comfort you, though it's kinda difficult because he's not used to it

He makes sure you're not too hurt, and if you get a mark due to a bb

After a few hours, you guys walked to the closest convenience store, and he called one of his friends to pick him and you up in a few minutes

He bought you a few snacks and some drinks to cool off and walked towards a nearby park to sit around and talk to you

When the ride came and you arrived home, you held his hand and sqeezed it lightly before leaving the car with a soft smile

You, sadly, didn't see him cover his face with his hands after you shut the door and walked inside

Yone definitely saw that 🤭

K'sante

K'sante would 100% have a first date at a pottery painting place!!!

He'd suggest painting something for you and you painting something for him!

He designed a Ramen bowl for you while asking about your favorite things, like color, character, music genre, and clothing style

You also asked him some questions, but your creative piece didn't come out as well because you were so distracted with how gentle he was with the details of your bowl and how handsome he was

The plate you were designing looked,,, not as good, and you felt he definitely deserved a better plate

So you kept silent and concentrated

Some questions here and there are to get to know each other better, but most of the time is used on painting.

So, in the end, it was a silent date with him

Very comforting and soft

After you both finished your pieces for each other and washed your hands, you both went out to eat out together!

Two days later, K'sante appeared at your front door with a ramen bowl that was your favorite color with your favorite shape.

The plate you made is something he uses when you're around to make you feel proud of yourself!!

Before he leaves you with your new favorite bowl, you grab him by the hand and pull slightly before hugging him 🧡

Aigh I love himsosomuch its unfair

Yone

He'd totally, 100%, bring you to an all-out dinner.

He'd call beforehand, asking you to wear the fanciest dress you have because later that day, you're both going to a fancy restaurant

Just the two of you

No gang. No annoyance. Nothing

He had told the group that he had something very important to do and does not want any problems

And in the first minute with you in the restaurant, he was called by Sett

He turned off his phone after that call and apologized sincerely

At the start, he was mesmerized with your looks, so when you asked a question, he had to double take on what you said

(The fancy restaurant was a sushi restaurant, I hope you like that)

He answered your questions and you answered his

And when your orders came, it was quite silent

His looks, his hands, his hair!!! He was just so handsome

You couldn't help but stop eating to just,,,

Stare at him for a minute or so

And as if feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to see you looking at him with hearts in your eyes

After your meal, he drives you home and walks you to your door

He was shaky and nervous as you looked at him

And like any cringey romance movie, you kissed his cheek and left a red/pink/gloss mark on it before entering your home and saying thank you and good night

He had to take a minute to himself

He walked back to his car and turned on his phone

Taking a picture of himself with your lips marked on his cheek, he texted you good night and the picture before being spammed by both you and the boys

He put the picture you took of both you and him in front of the restaurant as his background

Now he's gonna be stressed out because of the gang

Let's hope everything goes alright

He'll be thinking about you all night before rubbing off the mark of your lips, guiltily ❤️

He's so freaking pretty

Alune

(WAAA THERE REALLY ISNT ANY GIFS FOR ALUNE AND IM SOBBING ILHSM)

Alune would definitely invite you to her place and have a movie date with you

Both you and her would do your nails and play games before watching movies or series

She had to tell her twing that she was inviting you over and wants some privacy

So he went to hang out with the boys for the day while his sister has her special day

Before anything, she buys some snacks and asks you to bring anything you'd like, plushies, clothes, blankets, anything!!

She does your nails, you do her nails

She does your hair (with some struggle since aphelios is the one that does hair best), you do her hair

She turns every light off and on the couch, you both cuddle and ask questions to each other before watching the movie or series

After that, if there is time, you both play games! Whether board or online, you both enjoy your time

Her voice is very alluring, so every word she says, it takes all of your attention to her

Before you leave her place, she tells you to call her so she knows that you're safe

She knows how people are and wishes nothing bad to happen upon you

GAUSH SHE SO PRTTY I LOVE HER SMMM!!!!

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Note!

AAAAH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST, IT WAS SO SO CUTE!!!

I will say one thing, idk much about kayn, so I really have to do some research on his character. I'm also feeling a bit better, but tomorrow there won't be an update because I have a really long essay I have to write, and I'm very nervous about it 😭😭

Anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ITS SO SO CUTE!!! 💙💙💙💙

[gouraminnow]

Hii, if you still write, could you do a continuation for the yandere shanks headcanons please?

I haven't done hcs for him before? I can do em now tho :) This is mostly the background idea I was working off of for my drabble but it's not super concrete

The guy is notoriously flaky. Honestly I feel like a lot of OP men are. So if you manage to catch his eye in a way that gets him to fixate on you, well... good luck lol

The idea I had for the mini fic I wrote was a civilian Mc who had managed to bargain for a ride to another island, for whatever reason. Nowhere specific, just anywhere but where you are now, and he obliges. The obsession isn't immediate, but he decides there's something about you he likes, whether your funny, charming etc. And since you aren't picky about where he drops you off, you don't question it when he doesn't let you off the next time the Red Force docks somewhere. You believe him when he cites a lack of safety, whether it's corrupt Marine presence, other pirate crews, etc.

And it's fun, anyway. Whatever reservations you had about running off with a notorious band of pirates are easily quelled. Shanks himself is so easy-going and carefree, you open up without realizing or really thinking about it. They're friendly, they invite you to join the party, and they're more than willing to show off for someone so easily impressed. Towards the end of the night, you're throwing bottles into the air, laughing as Yassop easily snipes each and every one out of the air despite everyone being drunk off their asses.

The parties are fun, the food is good, everyone is friendly and you don't think much of the casual affection given by Shanks. Arm around shoulders if he isn't using it to drink, being pulled into his side... what you do think is weird is when you come down with some sort of minor illness, and he insists you stay in his bed rather than the room they set up a cot in. Isn't there an infirmary? He tells you he just feels personally responsible. Wants you somewhere he can keep an eye on you himself. This... doesn't make much sense to you, but you relent. You are his guest after all, you don't want to be rude... Things start adding up. He's the only one who touches you so much. You start noticing the looks the others give the two of you, the way they seem to be herding you towards him... the safety excuse worked the first couple times they wouldn't let you disembark, but the 4th? 5th? 6th? Eventually you learn to stop asking, and opt to try and sneak off while they're on land- and that's when the Marine incident happens, and you learn you have a bounty.

You don't understand how. You stay below deck any time there's any sort of skirmish- and the Red Haired pirates end any conflict awfully quickly. Even if you had been spotted, loitering on deck before being ushered to safety- you doubt anyone survived long enough to speak of you, let alone get a photo. And it's not one you recognize, either. Did someone back on your island report you to the marines, when you decided to run off with a band of pirates? Did Shanks do it? That wouldn't make sense, so you think it was probably delivered by someone scornful back home...

You wake up in bed with Shanks, resting against his chest. You blink, trying to pull away, and for the first time since you've known him his stern expression is directed at you. You'd seen it when pirates or marines were spotted on the horizon, but never because of you, never at you. He finally confirms that you won't be leaving. That he doesn't intend to let you go. And you have a bounty now, anyway, for associating with him, so even if he wanted to part ways it would only endanger you. And that's when it really hits that you had gotten far too comfortable with a group of men who's jobs include the bonus of might making right, of taking whatever they want. But then again, if Shanks still decided he wanted you, having discretion wouldn't have saved you from a man like him.

Now that you know, he doesn't need to hold back anymore. Gone is the cot and room to yourself, you sleep with him. He smothers you- a hand on your hip, thumb gently rubbing. Always looming if you're on deck with him. Pulling you onto his lap to start a makeout session in full view of the others, much to your horror. He's aggravatingly casual about the whole thing, too. Seems to think the best solution to your tears is to hold you close- in reality he does know better, of course he knows it's because of him. He just doesn't care.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With Aegon The Conqueror

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Well, he's not one for flowery words, but you're gonna find him real tender afterwards. He'd be gently stroking your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, maybe even kissing every inch of skin that he can reach.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's a sucker for curves. It's better in his eyes. Always complimentin' 'em, touchin' 'em up when he thinks nobody's lookin'. But he ain't shallow - he appreciates the rest of the package too.

His favorite body part? That would definitely be his hands. Strong, calloused, but oh so capable of bringing pleasure.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I'd say his favorite is probably deep inside. Filling you up until you're dripping with it. The way he grunts and moans as he shoots his load, it's enough to make your toes curl. And then there's the aftermath, watching you clean yourself off, knowing it was him who made such a mess. It's a sight that never fails to please him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Well, this might come as a surprise, but our boy here has a bit of a kink for exhibitionism. There's nothing quite like the thrill of getting it on in public, feeling eyes on him while he's balls-deep into you. He loves the idea of being caught, of the risk and danger of it all. It's a rush unlike anything else for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced as hell. He knows exactly what he's doing, every move calculated to bring maximum pleasure. Been around the block a few times, learned from his mistakes, and refined his skills till he's a master at pleasuring both himself and others. He's got a natural talent for it too, always seeming to hit just the right spot. Whether it's a quickie in the bathroom or a marathon session in bed, he's in complete control, guiding you through it all with confidence and expertise.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style - There's just something about seeing you ready and waiting for him. He loves gripping onto those hips, pulling you back against him as he thrusts deep inside. The view is incredible, watching his cock slide in and out, seeing you moan and gasp with each movement. Plus, it lets him go nice and deep, hitting spots that'll leave you shaking and begging for more.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

When it comes to the heat of the moment, he's all business. No jokes, no playful banter, just raw, unadulterated lust. He's focused, intent on giving you the best fucking of your life. But once things calm down afterward, he's not above cracking a joke or two. He's got a dry wit, quick with a quip that can make you laugh even as you're recovering from the intensity of his lovemaking.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His hair is always perfectly styled, whether it's messy and tousled or slicked back neatly. He takes pride in his appearance and wants to look good for you. And trust me, the carpet matches the drapes in more ways than one. That thick, muscular frame is complemented beautifully by his perfectly trimmed pubes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's not shy about showing affection, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He's not afraid to get personal, to let you see just how much he's enjoying himself. And when it comes to romance, he's got a knack for making you feel special. He's attentive, and caring, making sure you're comfortable and satisfied throughout.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he's alone and craving some release, he doesn't hold back. He'll start slow, working his hand up and down his length, teasing himself mercilessly. But soon enough, he gets into a rhythm, pumping fast and hard, groaning softly as he strokes himself. He's not shy about touching himself either, often reaching down to give his balls a good squeeze. And when he finally reaches his climax, it's a sight to behold – he shoots his load across the room, panting heavily as he rides out the waves of pleasure.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Definitely domination. He loves being in control and having power over his partner. Whether it's tying you up, spanking you, or simply commanding you to do as he says, he gets off on the thrill of total control.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He has a thing for unconventional locations. He loves the thrill of getting it on somewhere unexpected. A secluded park bench, a dimly lit alleyway, even the back of his dragon. Anywhere that's private yet risky is perfect for him. The thought of being caught, of potentially getting caught, only adds to the excitement.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It's not just physical attraction – he's drawn to intelligence, wit, and a sharp tongue. Someone who can keep up with him intellectually and verbally is a major turn-on. And of course, there's the obvious, a willingness to explore new sexual experiences and push boundaries. That's what really gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates it when his partners are disrespectful or unappreciative. If you're not into it, if you're not enjoying yourself, he'll lose interest quickly. Another thing that really turns him off is he's also not into playing games or leading someone on - if he's not interested, he'll let you know up front rather than stringing you along.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is equally skilled at both giving and receiving oral. He's got a talented tongue, able to tease and tantalize with ease. Whether he's using it to worship you, he knows exactly how to push all the right buttons. And when it comes to receiving, he's just as adept. He loves the sensation of a warm mouth enveloping his cock, sucking him deep and setting his nerves alight.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to mix things up, keeping you guessing. Sometimes he's fast and rough, pounding into you with unrestrained energy. Other times, he slows down, taking his time to savor every inch of your body. He's adaptable, able to switch between intense, passionate sex and gentle, loving caresses depending on the situation.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Aegon is a fan of quickies, especially when he's short on time. He believes in making the most of every opportunity, even if it means a hasty, adrenaline-fueled encounter. For him, a quick fuck can be just as satisfying as a long, leisurely session. He's not opposed to a proper, drawn-out affair, but he also appreciates the thrill of a spontaneous, forbidden tryst. As long as the chemistry is there, he's game for whatever pace you prefer.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves a challenge, and he's not afraid to take risks to satisfy his desires. Whether it's trying new positions, exploring different sensations, or indulging in a little bit of danger, he's always game to experiment. He thrives on pushing boundaries, testing limits, and experiencing the rush that comes with breaking the rules.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Aegon's stamina is legendary. He's built like a tank, with the endurance to match. He can go for hours, keeping up an intense pace that leaves you breathless and spent. And even after multiple rounds, he still has plenty left in the tank. He's not one to quit until everyone involved is thoroughly satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns quite a collection of toys, ranging from vibrators and dildos to nipple clamps and butt plugs. He's not shy about incorporating them into his sessions to enhance the experience. Whether it's teasing a sensitive spot or adding another layer of pleasure, he knows how to use these tools effectively to keep the heat high.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease, finding pleasure in drawing out the anticipation and building tension. He enjoys watching you squirm, knowing that he's got you right where he wants you. He might toy with you for minutes, maybe even hours, before finally giving you what you crave. It's all part of the fun for him, adding another layer of excitement to each encounter.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is not quiet when he's in the throes of passion. He lets out deep, guttural moans and grunts, his voice echoing through the room. He's not afraid to express himself, letting loose with grunts of pleasure as he nears orgasm. His body is also quite expressive, twitching and writhing as he loses himself in the moment.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Our boy has a secret fetish for public displays of affection. Despite his love for risqué, hidden-away trysts, there's something about being seen, about the risk of being caught, that really turns him on. He's been known to sneak kisses and fondles in crowded places, reveling in the thrill of possibly getting caught.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite impressive. It's about 8 inches long when fully erect and has a girth of around 6 inches around the base. The head is slightly pointed with a bit of a curve to it, perfect for deepthroating or balls-deep fucking. Overall, he's very proud of his package and loves showing it off to those who appreciate it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is insatiable. He's constantly thinking about sex, craving touch and intimacy. He's always ready to go, his body primed and willing. Even when he's not actively pursuing someone, his mind is filled with fantasies and desires.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a particularly intense session, he tends to crash hard. The combination of exertion and release leaves him exhausted, and he often falls asleep within minutes of finishing. He needs that rest, his body worn out from the effort.

[strangersteddierthings]

My Default's Self-Destruct (Oh, I'm Not Used to Normal)

@nburkhardt, this ones for you, since you've been so excited and patient! Title from Jillian Rossi's Not Used to Normal.

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There is a doctor in his room, explaining the extent of his injuries to him and his uncle but Eddie quit listening when the doctor had started with it's our recommendation that he not start back on the scent blocker until-. Whatever the doc had to say after that was more for Wayne's benefit than his own, anyway. Eddie turns his face away from Uncle Wayne and the doc and stares at the wall.

Eddie knows he's a freak.

He never had an option to be anything else.

He was born wrong, a thing his dad would remind him of every time he was deep in his cups and feeling angry or bitter. Which is to say, he'd heard it every day until he was fourteen and, with his mom long gone and his dad's new prison sentence, he was shipped off to Hawkins, Indiana to live with his uncle.

It gave him a choice for the first time in his life.

It was salvation.

No one here knew a damn thing about him except what he wanted them to know. He got to curate his image exactly how he wanted it.

Loud, bold, mean, scary.

Anything that kept people at a distance because he wanted them to be. That's not to say he didn't let people get close. That he didn't have friends. He does.

He founded Hellfire sophomore year and made acquaintances with fellow nerds and geeks. Some stuck around, genuinely seemed to like him and he them, so he got some real friends out of it. Jeff, Frankie, and Gareth.

The only three people in the world who knew about him because he'd chosen to tell them.

But now with this doctor not wanting him to get back on his scent blockers as soon as possible, the whole town's going to know how much of a freak he really is.

His gut twists thinking about how Erica, Lucas, Max, Dustin, Nancy, Robin, and Steve already know. They have to know. Why else are they not here? There's no way they don't by now. Scent blockers need to be taken every day to work effectively. Missing a day every now and then is fine when Eddie knows he's not going to leave home or if it's just the guys he'd be seeing.

But he's missed sixteen days because today is April 7th, and he'd spent most of the prior three days fading in and out of consciousness trying to claw his way out of a coma. Now he's fully alert and aware. He'd woken up alone, but it wasn't long after that his uncle showed up, apparently summoned by a nurse.

"-ddie. Eddie, you still awake?" Wayne's voice is gentle in a way it never usually it. It makes Eddie want to pretend to be asleep.

"Yeah."

"The doc just left."

Eddie doesn't respond verbally. but he does turn his head back to look at Wayne instead of the wall.

"There's a boy down in the lobby. Been tryin' ta visit every day but, well," Wayne trails off with a one shoulder shrug, which seems the easier way to sum up all the events that place while he was in a coma. Wayne apparently making a fuss when the hospital finally got a hold of him and he'd come into Eddie's room to find his unconscious body handcuffed to the bed. No one's been around to explain the how or why to Eddie, but supposedly ten days after Eddie should have died, three days before he awoke for the first time, the "real" murderer was found and died in a gunfight with the police. Eddie's been pardoned, by some miracle.

"Why wasn't he allowed to visit?" Eddie asks, even as he dreads the answer.

"No visitor for murder suspects except family," Wayne says.

"Okay. But I was proven innocent six days ago."

"I know. This last week's been me. I told the staff no one but me could see ya until ya were awake enough to name 'em. Didn't know if that boy who led the manhunt was gonna try and get in, or send someone else after ya."

Warmth floods through Eddie then, both affection for his uncle and a hope that, maybe, no one's been here because they haven't been allowed to be. Maybe they don't- maybe they'll give him a chance even though he's a genetic freak of nature.

"Is it Dustin Henderson?"

"Nah, ain't him. He's been by as much as his ma will allow, though. Sits down there with the first boy."

If it's not Dustin then- "Steve?"

Wayne gives a one-sided grin before saying, "Steve Harrington Sir, if you wanna full name him."

That gets a laugh from Eddie. Wayne hates to be called sir, and he spent a full year calling Jeff 'Just Jeff Sir' when Jeff had made the mistake of correcting Eddie's introduction ("And this here, is Jeffery") while trying to be polite ("Please, it's just Jeff, sir."). Seems like Steve made the same mistake.

"Oh, fuck, don't make me laugh," Eddie wheezes, more from pain than laughter and Wayne looks only a little guilty for causing him pain. "But, uh, yeah. Steve's a-okay."

"Alright. I'll go let the nurse know. Anyone else you wan' ta come see ya?"

"Wait," Eddie says quickly, swallowing thickly. He has to know. "Do- have they... said anything? About me?"

"About you? What- oh," Wayne says. "Did they not know?"

Eddie shakes his head. "No. Not- I didn't tell them, but I haven't had a scent blocker since the first day of spring break. They have to know, right? Everyone always knows."

"Do you want me to ask before gettin' them approved to visit?" Wayne asks, softly and sincere and it makes Eddie's eyes water. He closes them to prevent the tears.

"No. It's fine. Better to, uhh, get this over with. Learn if this will change anything, y'know?"

"And you wanna start with Steve Harrington Sir? He's an alpha, ain't he?"

"Don't act like you don't already know. Everyone and their mother talks about how alpha he smells. I heard about Steve and his alpha scent before I'd even met the dude."

"Well, no need to be so uppity about it," Wayne grouses.

"Sorry. Guess I'm just... not in the mood to joke about this. People don't- they change how they treat me, once they know."

"Just Jeff didn't, nor Gareth or Frankie."

"Yeah, but they were my friends first. I- they saved my life but that doesn't make us friends."

Wayne shakes his head. "You tell that to the boy sittin' in the lobby right now waitin' to see ya."

That's right. The hope that has bloomed earlier. If they did know, they were still around. Either because they are his friends and they care, or they have... questions, possibly. Still, "You'll be in here? When he comes in?"

"I won't leave unless you ask me to," Wayne assures and then he's gone. Out the door, to retrieve Steve.

Jesus Christ, this is fucked. Eddie feels so anxious and scared and he shouldn't. He's never been afraid before. Just. Fed up with how people treat him. How they scrunch their noses when they smell him. When they look at the whole of him and realize there's something wrong with him and their expression changes to either pity or disgust.

Wayne's gone just long enough for Eddie to regret his decision but then it's too late. The first person to enter his room is Steve, followed closely why Wayne.

"Eddie!" Steve says, and Eddie is confused. Steve sounds... awed? A bit breathless like he's witnessed a miracle.

"Hey Steve," Eddie manages to squeak out and that's all the permission Steve seems to need. He crosses the room quickly, dragging a second chair from the corner with him to the opposite side of the bed from where Wayne has taken up station.

"Fuck, Eddie, we didn't know if you'd- but you did. You're awake," Steve says, even as he's trying to sniff the air. Probably trying to get a read on Eddie's own scent, and therefore his own emotional state. When Steve doesn't find what he's looking for, his brows furrow into confusion, and he looks so fucking adorable with his face scrunched like that. He's glad Steve can't smell that on him, at least.

"I'm awake," Eddie says.

Steve nods, but his confused face doesn't fade. Instead he sniffs the room more loudly, thoroughly. He looks to Wayne, then back to Eddie. He does that a few times before settling on Eddie.

Eddie sighs heavily. "Go ahead. Ask."

"What? Oh, uh, nothing to ask, I guess. Just thought Wayne would have scented you by now, but I don't smell him on you."

"Yeah. Wayne's nose barely works, so no point in that."

"A fact I'm thankful for every time you'd finally drag out the days old dishes from your room," Wayne quips.

"Hey!" Eddie shoots him a wounded look as his face gets hot. Low blow, old man, he thinks.

"Oh. Do you... not get isolation sickness? Is that rude to ask?" Steve asks.

"I don't get isolation sickness anymore, not since long before you were even born," Wayne answers. He's still hovering by the door, expecting to be dismissed by Eddie probably, since Steve's not- since Steve doesn't seem to- Eddie doesn't know. Is he too nice to ask out right? Too disturbed by it to even bring it up?

"And, uh, isolation sickness could never effect me," Eddie says, biting the bullet, looking at a wrinkle on his blanket instead of at Steve.

"What?" Steve sounds startled by the answer, as if he can't understand. Maybe he doesn't.

"I can't get isolation sickness."

"That doesn't- everyone but childr-" Steve cuts himself off, and Eddie hears more sniffing before his startled by Steve grabbing his arm. He looks up quickly, and sees Wayne move closer from the corner of his eye, as Steve shoves his nose into Eddie's wrist and takes a deep breath. A sound between a whimper and a whine comes from Steve. "But you- What?"

"Steve."

"Eddie, I don't understand?"

Eddie looks to Wayne, who raises his brows as if to ask want me to tell him? He almost nods, but this is going to be the first of many conversations, and he might as well get the practice in. "Steve. You can only get isolation sickness after your secondary gender develops. I can't. 'Cause I don't have a secondary gender."

Steve blinks at him. Then blinks some more. He opens his mouth, then closes it and blinks even more. "I- how- what? It hasn't developed yet?"

Eddie groans in frustration. "No, Steve. It won't develop ever. I don't have one, I won't have one! No scent gland will ever grow, no second puberty as my body changes to be able to send and receive emotional signals, no bonding gland to establish pack or mate!"

"Wha-"

"Don't! What aren't you getting? I'm a genetic fucking freak of nature who can't ever bond with pack or a mate because I don't have a secondary gender!"

Steve jerks back at Eddie's sudden outburst, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't- I wasn't trying to, uhh, offend."

Eddie scoffs and looks away. He wants to roll onto his side, put his back to Steve and block him out. Offend. Eddie's not offended. He's- fuck, he's sad and scared and angry. Because he spent a week flirting freely with Steve, who'd started to flirt back and now it's all back to just being a fantasy in Eddie's mind.

Steve's an alpha. Even if... even if he ever might have entertained the idea of being with Eddie, that's going to be gone now. Alpha's want omega's. They'll settle for a beta, sure, but that's what it is. Settling.

And Eddie's not even that.

He's nothing. No secondary gender, no place in society, he'll always smell like a goddamn child to everyone else. He knows how this goes. Until he's back on the scent blockers, which just make him smell like chemicals, they're going to treat him like a child, or like a pariah.

"Eddie-" Steve says, quiet.

Whatever it is, Eddie doesn't want to hear it. "I'm tired. I hurt. Please leave."

Eddie stares at a spot on the wall as Wayne escorts Steve from his room. He doesn't let himself cry until after counting to thirty in his head once the door's closed.

@i-less-than-three-you @afewproblems @skepsiss

[cozzzynook]

I don't know if I've asked this yet.

Drift and Ratchet coming back to the Lost Light and when they get there everyone is waiting for them except Rodimus.

He's in bed having a horrible spark flare up and feels horrible because he can't welcome them back.

Drift thinks Rodimus doesn't want to see him and is hurt. There relationship becomes strained. Ratchet is angry that he didn't see them and Rodimus hates himself for having this spark condition.

You did and i’m sorry it took so long to answer i wasn’t ignoring this. I just wanted it to be long and well thought out. Something I’d enjoy when I come back to read it. It may not be as long as i’d hoped but i did try. Sorry for the long wait.

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The pods hooks unsnapped, latching onto the magnetic field of the ships side piece. Locking into place as an extra latch stationed them and decontamination filters opened within the pod itself. Soon the first doorway was opening and another burst of decontamination air was whooshing into between seams and cables, slipping into spaces that were covered in filth from their journey. Moving dirt and grime they were longing to be rid of.

His spark was spinning with anticipation at the light shining on their frames as the doors opened completely and he took his first step towards the place that began feeling like home after being without one for millions of years.

He smelled the scent of cleaner before the rush of multiple frame types and individual scents hit him at full force.

The strongest was himself and Ratchet who needed a shower desperately. But it was this. He missed this. Home.

He was home.

“Welcome back kid,” the gentle smile, soft optics, relaxed ridges and a warm servo in his, Drift was able to take that last step with confidence as he was greeted by the entire lost light crew with open arms and buzzing em fields.

He greeted every bot his overwhelmed processor could keep up with and he was thankful Ratchet made a path for them to what would be their hab so they could shower and get the filfth from off delicate and intricate parts of their frames.

As happy as this day was for him it didn’t compare to Ratchet admitting his feelings and coming after him alone.

He wasn’t entirely lying to himself.

The fact that Ratchet came alone hurt.

It hurt him a lot knowing the only other mech both he and Ratchet wanted to see didn’t show up.

They were both so excited to step off the pod and be enveloped in warm arms that would try so hard to squeeze passion, comfort, longing and every emotion they felt within their spark. They would try passing it through touch alone and often times succeeded without the use of their em field.

But no such comfort was placed on their frames. The servos of their friends and crew mates were a welcome they would not take for granted but the many touches and varying emotive fields that welcomed them didn’t soothe the ever present balm of loneliness they felt at not having the one mech they wanted by their sides all this time.

Ratchet was quick to get the both of them back to their hab where they showered off all filth and grime before relaxing frame to frame in the oil jets as they rested together.

The cleaning tub felt far too big without their third nestled with them and it sparked a conversation neither wanted to admit or verbalize out loud.

“Roddy doesn’t care about us anymore..does he?”

If there was one thing Ratchet hated it was the look of sadness and accepting another painful reality on Drifts face plates. It made his energon boil and his cables flex as he balled his servos to keep his temper and his own pained emotions in check.

“If he doesn’t have the gall to greet us, let alone join me,” Ratchet seethed as he clutched at nothing with the servo not holding Drift, “then he doesn’t deserve slag let alone your good graces, time and affection.”

“Maybe..maybe something came up?”

“And what could have possibly come up that was more important than bringing you back or welcoming you home?”

“He couldn’t just leave the ship, he’s captain Ratty,” a poor excuse even to him and Ratchet has no problem shooting a hole in his statement.

“Co-captain Drift. He could’ve let Megatron and Magnus even, handle the ship. Things would’ve been fine without him. He’s a slag captain anyway so what difference does it make now?”

Drift wanted to defend Roddy saying he was a better captain now but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. His spark ached knowing Rodimus didn’t bother to see him. He tried holding out hope that he was just running late but when the mech didn’t even show up the following morning, Drift lost all hope in the mech.

Ratchet was given time off from the medbay which he took to be by Drift’s side and enjoy their alone time together before going back to work. While also comforting his conjunx who lost an amica and something they both thought was more than on and off sleeping together.

For frags sake, Ratchet didn’t want to admit it but his anger was covering a large portion of sadness that he just couldn’t admit aloud yet he knew his conjunx was aware of this. He thought Rodimus was serious about the two of them, he was entirely certain the young speedster was serious about Drift. He figured he was an add on Rodimus was willing to accept because of how much he obviously loved Drift but the little bother was adamant on spending just as much time with him as he was with Drift.

He made him feel like he wasn’t an old bag of bolts, screws, joint pains and a step away from the well of sparks. Not to say Drift didn’t make him feel that way. The swords mech made him feel incredible. On top of the stars if it were possible. But to have that same feeling only to so suddenly have it ripped away…

“I don’t want to see that stabilizing splitter and no I don’t want to hear his excuses,” Ratchet grouched as he stood in the doorway to his and Drifts hab. This was the last day before they went back to their usual schedules and it was rudely interrupted by Cyclonus of all bots.

‘Tch, typical of the kid to send someone to do his dirty work instead of face it helm on.’

“No one sent me to do anything, Doctor.”

Cyclonus still had that unnerving stare that made Ratchet want to close the door. Like he was in the wrong here when Rodimus was the one who didn’t show up or come with him.

And he’d waited…

Waited for the kid until he couldn’t or it would’ve taken longer to reach Drift if he’d missed the atmosphere launch a nanoklik too late.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’ve simply come to ask that you and the swords mech go to see the co-captain. I’m sure he would enjoy the company.”

“And why the frag should we,” his grouching tirade was ruined when Cyclonus raised a clawed servo in parting and turned taking a swift leave. Ratchet did not know Tailgate was dozing on the back of Cyclonus in a metal wrap but the minibot was recharging peacefully even with Cyclonus purpose filled swift stride.

It left him intake half open out of disbelief but that was quickly interrupted when he felt Drift coming behind him. Two servos on his shoulders and he was feeling less frustrated. The effect Drift had on him had its perks especially for his oil pressure and energy readings.

“What was that about? I thought I heard Cyclonus. Was it something about the medbay?”

His concern was appreciated and he felt undeserving to have a mate and conjunx such as Drift who was far too kind for him.

“No, nothing like that. Its..nothing,” he sighs, letting his shoulder plating lower and his servos flex to relieve unnecessary tension that will surely make his joints flare if he keeps up. Whats he thinking getting this upset over someone who doesn’t care about them? He’s not a young spark anymore. No need to waste the energy he doesn’t have.

“Are ya sure Ratty?”

“Hmm,” a kiss to Drifts cheek and the mech was making, dare he think it, an adorable noise that left his finials flaring out with a fluttering embarrassment that coated his cheek plating a shade of deep gray.

“Ratty!”

“Hehe, come ‘ere,” pulling his conjunx into his arms he led him to the wash racks where a nice long soak in oil would lift both their spirits.

It’s officially been three days since they’ve been back to their normal schedule and there has not been a single sighting of Rodimus. Not on the bridge, not a word of him meteor surfing, racing the halls or lower decks, nothing of him visiting the training rooms or going off ship for a mission or supply run. Not even a peep of him at Swerves.

The two didn’t want to let it get to them but they couldn’t help the worry that bubbled over the surface and visibly poured like a fountain as they listened in at his hab suite and office one night.

Not a single sound came from either of Roddy’s habitats and they couldn’t find him below the decks hiding in his usual or more creative spots nor could Ratchet lock onto his em signature. They were both worried and getting antsier by the nano klik until a fifth day without their captain came and Ratchet was desperate enough to ask Drift to use his method of location using meditation.

The swordsmech was highly taken aback by the request but hurriedly did so once their shifts were over and he had a quiet place to concentrate.

It took him a few kliks but Drift was able to lock onto Rodimus surprisingly low em field.

It made him wake from his meditative state with a start and grab onto Ratchet in a rush and haul the heavy mech into his arms as he made a mad dash to the private medical bay.

This was thankfully the down time in the area so barely any mechs or femmes were present and those that were, were off getting fuel to bring back for the rest of their shift. So it was easy for Drift to rush them into the back past the typical private rooms and into the intensive private area where the more serious cases were handled.

Ratchet, not expecting Drift to react like this was floored as his conjunx hauled his heavy aft off the ground and leapt into action like the cons were hot on their tails again. He was a tad disoriented until they were in the medbay and at the more serious section where the most vulnerable and closely watched patients with need of intense care were kept.

He quickly composed himself as he left Drifts hold allowing the mech to grip onto him as he input his own code and stood in the doorway to allow the sterilization purifiers to spray them down.

He was in enough of his professional helm space to put medi grade masks over himself and Drift before manually entering the sanitization spray to hose them down once more before entering through the coded metal curtain that kept germs out and paused in dawning horror with his conjunx at the sight of their friend, lover, and captain. Who laid in the berth attached to multiple wires that surrounded his frame from olfactory sensor to his lower tanks.

A filtration line in both his nostrils, the metallico around his frame sensitive to the touch and weak as he vented slowly. His chassis was removed along with the metallico casing on his tanks leaving him vulnerable and defenseless should an attack happen.

But the chances of germs eliminating the fragile mech before them was much much higher seeing as his spark was resting with too faint a glow to be even remotely healthy. As it laid bare without a spark casing to keep it safe beside a pair of pouches that didn’t look anything like their own cyber knitted energon pouches. No. His looked organic in every sense and should the two lift the medical gauze on his chest they knew a pair of nozzles would be there.

That very first step towards the berth was not taken by Ratchet but Drift who still held onto Ratchet as his optics burned with unshed coolant and steam. A bubble of static was making its way up Drifts windpipe the longer he took in the sight of Rodimus and Ratchet couldn’t lie saying he was unaffected by Rodimus’s current state.

The sight of Rodimus’s spark being connected to so many wires shoved every angry thought, word and frustration in his face plate like a hammer bomb straight to the chassis unguarded and he too felt his optics sting until he blinked it away.

There was a shift from the berth and a light whimper left Rodimus’s dermas.

That kicked Ratchet into gear as he stepped forward making sure Drift stayed put as he began checking Rodimus’s ventilation systems and the condition of his spark to see what kind of damage he sustained that could’ve caused this and who they were going to offline for doing this to him.

Ratchet was finishing his final scan when he felt the signs of Rodimus waking and he used an old off the record nursing technique to keep him calm by rubbing on the natural swell of his forge tank where signs of a coming flush showed.

He saved that note for later.

Right now he needed to keep Rodimus from panicking at the sight of them and keep his spark levels even.

As he busied himself keeping Rodimus calm and soothed, he began reading the information his scans provided and almost dropped right then and there if it weren’t for long centuries of medical profession keeping him from accidentally injuring a patient and Drifts quick movements.

“He’s always had it Drift,” the distress in Ratchets voice was not comforting or common for any mech to experience and Drift did his very best not to break at the exposure of it all.

“What do you mean Ratty?! What is it a virus or something?!”

His rushed whispers that grew louder and panicking em field would not help anyone so Drift tried to stifle them with little luck.

“His spark Drift. His spark. He has spark flutters Drift. Spark flutters. That can’t be cured Drift. I can’t..science can’t cure this…He’s had them since emergence..he’s always had them..all this time..and we didn’t know..I didn’t know..”

Drift was no medic but he knew about spark flutters, had seen them take lives faster than engine burn out and processor frying. Matters of the processor and spark couldn’t be fixed, not like a ripped off stabilizer or arm.

A spark problem was serious.

And Roddy’s had it all this time?

“Frag, Drift..I was so angry at him..angry at waiting for him to come with me because he promised me he would show..he promised he would be waiting at the pod..he was..he wanted to apologize so badly..I-I should’ve known something was wrong then..I should’ve gone to see what happened but I didn’t..I..”

Ratchet stopped his movements as he looked down in horror at the exposed spark that slightly quickened in beat.

Rodimus was slowly coming from his pain numbing recharge that First aid administered early to help with his levels and pain. This was the first time in two days he’s been able to go without pain in every vent again and he was extremely grateful when First aid injected him with the serum. He was healing but not at the level he should be. Emotional pain was the cause of that and while First aid understood, Rkdimus understood First aid’s reasonings on keeping him asleep until he was in better shape.

Right now the serum was still in his system so he didn’t have to rush and alert the medic just yet. Not that he could if he wanted. He was still pretty out of it as he tried to figure out opening his optics and moving his heavy frame. Though the second option wasn’t something he should be doing aside from his digits at least.

“Ratty, we didn’t know! We couldn’t have known! He didn’t.. he didn’t want us to know and you know Roddy..If he doesn’t want something found out we won’t..oh gosh Ratty..he..no wonder he always bailed last klik..his spark..his spark probably..”

“Frag!”

Ratchet had to hold himself together so he wouldn’t do something that he’d regret. He wanted to shake Rodimus and demand to know why he never said anything as much as he wanted to hug the kid and never let him out of their sights.

“This is why he wasn’t there Ratty..he’s been stuck in here all this time?”

Ratchet looked over his scans further and Drift question proved correct.

“He had a spark flutter that hit him first and that flutter brought on another until his spark spasmed and fluxed. A spark flux is something that most bots don’t come back from. At least typically they don’t. First aid tackled the issue as it came and he did pretty good but there are some spots he missed. But that can be excused seeing as Rodimus’s spark isn’t strong enough to handle that operation just yet. So First aid did well in taking care of him.”

There was a blanket of guilt that clogged Ratchets optics and the weak digit shaking against his servo made them snap down to Rodimus’s sorrow filled optics that were dim and still slightly out of touch.

That ignited a fire in Ratchets spark as he ignored Drifts gasp and cry of Rodimus’s nickname.

He set to work talking to Rodimus while working on his vitals and readings before setting into motion on doing a small procedure to strengthen Rodimus’s spark.

First aid came in once Ratchet finished, having seen the two enter through the many cameras kept inside the entire medbay.

He wasn’t very fond of Ratchet stealing his patient but he was expecting it.

“You did well kid,” Ratchet gifted his young pupil the praise he deserved as he sat down with Drift beside Rodimus’s berth.

First aid was a blushing mess as he went off to most likely tell Ambulon while Drift held Rodimus’s servo.

“He’s taking well to the procedure. Its not as good as the procedure we would give most but this is the method that will cause the least problems and have the most success for now.”

“..only for now?”

“Try and get some rest sweet spark,” Ratchet leaned forward to press his helm to Drifts who immediately nuzzled into the comfort still holding onto Rodimus.

They both needed this assurance and safety.

“He’ll likely wake tomorrow later in the evening. For now, all we can do is wait and rest beside him. We have a lot to talk about that we need to pace so we don’t stress him or ourselves.”

“He didn’t abandon us like we thought Ratty,” Drift looked ready to hope in the berth with Rodimus dragging Ratchet in with him if it weren’t for all the wires.

“When he wakes up he’s getting an audial full for keepin this from us,” Ratchet had a scowl on his face plate so deep Drift could see a new line forming and it made him smile. Ratchet really did have the same growing feelings for Rodimus that he once budded for Drift.

It made the swords mech brighten his em field, “Lets make sure he gets enough rest before we unload on him. I’m sure he feels guilty .”

“Good,” Ratchet grouched pulling them both into the mattress chair that leaned back, “he’s never allowed to do this again.”

The two were holding Rodimus’s servo as they curled together looking at the recharging mech.

With a long last look, they too fell into recharge waiting for rodimus to wake up.

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Anon i’m so sorry for such a late reply but i hope you see this and i hope you like it.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

hear me out... jjk characters at the cookout

jjk characters at the cookout

tags: headcanons, gn!reader, black!reader a/n: honestly this sent me into an intellectual overdrive. the hold jjk has on the black community needs to be studied

suguru

bro says "monkey" one time and gets jumped

he's pretty chill

suguru can take a joke and toss them right back with a grin and feel completely relaxed

he is punctual when he wants to leave thouh and will side eye if you told him "we're gonna leave" and you're still there an hour later

overall he enjoys himself. family is important to him so it means a lot to suguru to be included and accepted by yours

your older relatives might ask a bit about his gauges but he's classy enough that it doesn't matter by the end of the conversation. suguru is quite charming when he wants to be

yuuji

"i like em tall with a fat ass like megan thee stallion"

yuuji won over your cousins pretty much immediately with one take and one take alone

you leave yuuji alone for one second and the mf has a coordinated dance with them and your family is hyping them up

your family would honestly adore yuuji, he fits right in

he had them in a loving death grip when he said he was ready for the collard greens, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, ram, hog mog

falls right into the trap of staying way longer than you planned even though you started saying your goodbyes 45 minutes ago

can perfectly quote katt william's "whose goddamn white baby is this?" scene

promises to bring his older brothers to the next family get together

the guy your aunties call 'baby' with all the affection in the world

somehow knows all the dances? candy by cameo comes on and an uncle goes "what you know about this right here, young buck?"

passed his test with ease. like, do not come to the next get together without yuuji. they will notice

megumi

he wouldn't realize that your family is just teasing and wonder if they legitimately don't like him until you reassure him it's just familial roasting. just say something dumb right back, megumi

has to be dragged out the corner to really interact with anybody else

megumi isn't really a party person and an extrovert but due to most of his close circle being extroverted, he does know how to manage his energy so he isn't completely drained after a short while of being there

answers all questions about your relationship seriously and sincerely

megumi might be quiet but your family likes his honesty. bring his ass back next time

satoru

honorary light skin

toji

honorary dark skin

kento

the man your cousins wish they had; he's literally the epitome of "as a man, you should be doing x, y and z". you know it and when you bring him over, your family knows it

he helped with the dishes without even being prompted and hearts were stolen

being a foodie, kento will be grabbing seconds and knowing your family he won't be leaving empty handed either

he's invited to breakfast by your mom before you leave

mostly needs to be sought out for interactions like megumi. he won't turn anyone away, he welcomes the conversations he's just not a big go getter

you can convince him to dance when a slow jam comes on and enjoys how your face lights up in recognition when older songs your parents played in your childhood comes on

like yuuji, if you don't bring kento to the next family get together don't even bother coming because they'll ask over and over again why he couldn't make it

satoru fr this time

his ass cannot stay out of the banana pudding. so much so, most of the leftovers you take home are just containers of it. says he'll leave you if you don't learn the family recipe

like suguru, satoru can handle your family's teasing and he teases right back

let's your younger cousins wear his sunglasses if they ask

"wait if they're called tony toni toné why aren't none of them called tony?" "satoru please don't ask this right now" "no because-"

if they didn't know you were dating someone before you brought satoru over, they'd definitely know when he arrives. he's always draped over you and he's happy to let the world know

when pulled to the side to ask if he's serious about the relationship, satoru's usual bravado drops to tell your relative calmly he's 100% serious

he's a good time. dances even if he doesn't know the songs, sings along when he does and he'll leave somehow knowing everyone's names when you don't even remember half of who showed up

toji fr this time

fits in surprisingly well, your family is a hell of a lot better than his

tall, charismatic, got a deep voice and big feet. you and your cousins will be gossiping and swooning about it

toji is no stranger to being on a family's least favorite list. he's got plenty experience from his relatives, he only cares that megumi and tsumiki are treated well when he brings them along. if they're treated right, toji has no problems

danced with a good chunk of your aunties, your mom and a cousin or two in order to cement winning them over successfully but you got the most dances out of all of them

"someone's been quite busy, mr i don't care if they like me or not" "i don't but it doesn't hurt to gain approval anyway. your aunt virginia already invited me to her son's wedding" "i haven't even gotten my invite to quan's wedding yet" "sounds like i'm the family favorite to me"

[comedyloser]

sighs and rolls up my sleeves

035 x 049 headcanons list

They've actually been engaged for centuries prior to containment, but they could never get married for.. obvious reasons. And they met decades before that. Of course, they hate each other anytime they're in front of personell, can't let em know

They met in France where 049 had been his whole life, and 035 had recently traveled to from (current day) Italy. Originally he was just gonna be passing through, only stayed in each country for a month, but this time he stayed around a little.. longer. Always making excuses on why he couldn't leave yet

They had actually avoided being contained by the foundation MULTIPLE TIMES before settling in an old cottage in the middle of NO WHERE

035 would frequently leave the house for adventures or shows while 049 would stay back and work on his cure, 035 always returned with flowers or even dull bouquets

did I establish carpet on the walls

They have physical love language and gifting apology language!! Sort of as a sorry for fighting for decades before they fell in love

They're both immense hoarders. Like 049 will swear he keeps his room clean but no, he doesn't. They're so much trash and gifts from 035 in there you couldn't find the floor if you wanted to

049 sometimes goes out while 035 is sleeping to find him new hosts, especially when 035 has had a rough day, tries to give him peace and quiet

035, in contrast, will REFUSE to leave 049 alone when he's had a bad day, needs to make sure his dove is happy

oh yeah nickname 'dove'

Most of 049's clothes and medical gear have been battered and torn from corrosive acid, he won't complain though

035 likes to trace around the marks on his skin with ink where 049 kisses him, these usually dissolve away or get trashed when he exchanges hosts though

035 aims for that rich life while 049 wants something more peaceful, but 035 will give things up and 049 will indulge a little more just to see the other happy

they only buy cheap beds cause the soft fluffy ones dissolve in 2 weeks

Once 049 operated on a body while 035 posessed it to see what would happen and it hurt and they cuddled after , the end

035 commonly leaves for weeks at a time to do shows, I said that, and no matter how many times he'll invite 049 to come see one he never does, and this slowly made 035 depressed, until 049 surprised him to watch one of his shows on their (engagement) anniversary

kiss kiss kiss

035's love language leans more towards words and poetry while 049's is more physical touch, but by LORD does the other get so flustered when they embrace the one the other likes. Blushing ear to EAR fr fr peak

They have infact tried to shower together but 049 likes ice water and 035 likes boiling water and afterwards they settled on just taking lukewarm baths together monthly instead

They actually tried to propose at the same time in their favorite bench in their favorite park, it was a sunset too

They've both engaged in each other's horrible sleep schedules, but dw even if they’re up at midnight they cuddle daily

035 HAS come home drunk on multiple nights and 049 always has like blankets and a bath ready for him cause you gotta take care of the homies even if they’ve committed vehicular manslaughter

Adding onto the last one 035 actually can’t get drunk (on account there’s no way for the alcohol to actually affect him) but he knows how to act drunk PERFECTLY and it means he can do the bare minimum while also making sure he’s not going to far or breaking boundaries, also it means 049 pampers him cause he’s too embarrassed to ask

at one point 035 wanted to adopt a child but 049 was like how tf are we gonna take care of a child in this economy so they didn’t (and then the plague hit)

035 hates red wine but he has to drink it often to look fancy or because it’s the only thing they have at cast parties, so 049 often waits at home with his actual favorite drinks to cheer him up

049 doesn’t leave the house often but when he does and 035 is ever home alone without him he gets so depressed. Probably cause he spent the first thousand years of his life not knowing what love is and now he’s experiencing it, and when 049 leaves it’s like all that comfort goes away. bestie needs to take breaks on his own accord

035 is a professional seamstress and often makes dresses for his love even if he never wears them, that’s okay more to clutter up the walls

It’s only been twice where they take a night and cry in each others arms, but it’s so rare and delicate of an event it just has so much emotion

Neither of them used to care about pronouns, like 035 usually matched to his host since you know manipulation and 049 was never around people enough to actually need pronouns, except when they started living together they needed SOMETHING to refer to each other. Eventually they both leaned into she/him. Also say post-foundation, they HATED it/its, since most of the personnel used it to basically degrade them, and the public would use it in negative connotation. (Btw if you use it/it’s for them idc!! Pop off sparkle on queen ur so cool and awesome. I used to use it/its for them and sometimes I still do, it’s just I’ve just been she/him 035 for five years I need to keep to my truth)

035 is Dyo and 049 is Doc

[mountainashes]

Hii!! Just saw one of your posts so, how do you think that the ud characters would be postgame?? Like, how do you think that the Blackwood events affected them?? (I hope you understand what I'm saying)

Omg hi! So, really I haven't got any solid postgame hcs, but I have a couple-

Jess and Em get past their arguement and become friends again. I think this a pretty common one but I can't imagine continuing to hate ur friend after going through all that.

Jess never turns her back to windows anymore, and generally keeps her distance from them. She slowly gets past this but it takes years.

Emily doesn't like the dark anymore and refuses to go into rooms without the lights on.

Emily mostly tries to keep on but definitely struggles, she goes to therapy.

Sam straight up disappears for a while after Blackwood, just goes away for a few months. She does come back, but most of her friends don't know where she was for that time. (Got this one off a friend I was talking with).

Sam is mostly deaf in her right ear after Hannah screamed right into it.

Jess was really injured, and she spent a while in hospital. She sometimes uses crutches. (Again, a kind of common hc but I like it alot).

Sam had some burns from the lodge exploding.

Em (if bitten) has to go to hospital as well and is on antibiotics and all sorts because her bite gets infected. (I dread to think how much bacteria and filth was in Hannah's mouth considering her diet). Em's bite becomes a scar eventually. (I have a few thoughts abt Em's bite, I might talk abt that some time).

Ashley struggles to sleep, and barely leaves her house for the first few months after. She spends most of her time in her room writing in notebooks, trying to process what happened and venting. She also draws a lot, again to try process what she saw.

Mike tries to keep on as normal- goes to college, gets himself a job and tries to stay in contact with everyone. He never lets himself be alone.

Mike does get a dog eventually.

Matt becomes much quieter, but kind of like Mike he just tries to keep going. He does stay off college for a while though, and goes to counselling. He mostly hangs out with Mike and Em and Jess. He also checks in on Ashley alot when shes still at her worst.

Matt becomes very afraid of heights.

Matt spends a lot of time with Jess while she's still in hospital, usually with Em there too because she's always there.

Chris' sprained ankle takes a while to heal, and acts up easily even when it is healed.

Chris spends most of his time sleeping so that he doesn't have to think.

Ashley is the first person to visit Chris and he only really hangs out with her for months before he speaks to anyone else from the group.

I'll shut up now, I hope these r ok! Thank you for the ask, it was super fun! :D

[yiga-hellhole]

hiii i was going to make more of these but i realized i cant be arsed for all of them in one big batch. anyway @smilesrobotlover thank you bestie for reminding me this template exists. too bad there isnt a slider for "beats the other up - is beaten up" because you know the boys are FIGHTINGGGG

some rambling under the cut

big spoon and little spoon is a straightforward one because well, you're not going to get a bigger damn spoon than zant. he's massive. but sometimes even he likes feeling small and cared for, so they're not beyond having him fold his spindly limbs up like he's a dead spider and let ghirahim scoop him into his arms

i don't see them as a big "sharing clothes" type of couple. ghirahim's are far too small for him and his wardrobe flusters zant to no end. inversely, ghirahim wouldn't be caught dead in most of zant's things. but zant would find a lot of enjoyment in giving him clothes

pet names, ghirahim has like 2~3 for zant that he uses, and they're never particularly sappy or anything. zant however makes up new ones every other day. he's sick in the head

introverted-extroverted scale is a little complicated because ghirahim strikes me as more ambiverted. he's well-versed socially and loves attention, specifically loves bullying people, but after spending so long in solitude without proper peers, i think being alone has grown rather comforting for him too. who knows how it'll pack out when he has more like-minded individuals around him? i'm not sure yet.

for love-language, like i said, ghirahim isn't very sappy. he's far more touchy-feely in that aspect where he will just grab and kiss and tease when he feels the need. zant is a solid 50-50 because he loves being touched but also makes up sappy little nicknames on the spot or a long-winded declaration of love to the point it starts getting a little annoying. he's just kind of intense.

confession... well ghirahim would be quick to start doing things that typically denote a couple, but leaves it up to zant to actually officiate the whole thing. partly because he has issues. but also because he loves any chance at making him flustered (issues... 2!)

i don't think either of them are scared of bugs. but ghirahim is callous in getting rid of them and zant will just add them to his personal collection if he can catch em

twili society is rather high-tech. they probably have vehicles of some kind, and zant strikes me as the kind of guy who can drive. irresponsibly, i'll grant, but he'll do it. ghirahim would know how, but he refuses to. he's spoiled like that

the cooking one is funny because anyone in my server will know about the 'zant meal' phenomenon. he can cook, at least to keep himself alive, but the things he makes are horrifying to witness. unprecedented flavor profiles and chaotic execution. just don't worry about it. ghirahim, meanwhile, has a built-in chemical compendium and a heat sensor. theoretically he'd make an excellent cook and baker. he just doesn't want to.

zant loves affection, but is a very private person. he knows ghirahim is very showy and obnoxious, so if he lets him get away with slobbering his face even once, he;d have to deal with it every single hour of the day. and that'd embarrass him!!

theyre BOTH overprotective. it's a problem. though, zant in the sense of, "i want him to be all mine, i want to be all he thinks about, i want him by my side every minute of the day", and ghirahim in the sense of, livestock guard dog with spiked collar to murder wolves.

ghirahim has more relationship experience in that he's met many faces in his millennia of living.... but this kind of romantic intimacy is unknown to him. the whole song-and-dance of courtship he knows, but genuine love, he doesn't. zant had one FWB in college that he fell in fairy-tale love with and planned their wedding in his head after one (1) kiss. needless to say when that guy broke up wih him he was very normal.

i think the horny-awkwardness-jealousy levels speak for themselves.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Y'all know how I've mentioned some of my favorite Marvel characters before? And how each platonic yandere mentioned has a backstory with their bby, and regard the moment they met their bby as one of the best, if not the best, moment of their life? Well, I think maybe I can explore some of that now. Fair warning, I am only doing one character at a time. I will call these posts the Backstory!Posts! And I will go down the list of each character I've mentioned, so that means up first is Wolverine, a.k.a. Logan Howlett! Let's begin:

• Logan is not a friendly man. That is a fact. He's gruff, rough, and older than anyone can remember (even himself). He has had many, many foes... but he has also had friends, too... He can admit, he has a soft spot for kids (especially the sort who don't have anyone to rely on, or powers that scare them).

• His bby is likely a mutant who has a gift that is a bit wild, something hard to tame. They might be alone in the world, abandoned by family and friends, or maybe they have cut ties to protect those they used to know. They are hurting on the inside, and need something stable. Something that won't leave them, or toss them aside. Someone who won't be scared off or fearful of them.

• Thus enters Logan. He could meet them in a number of ways, but let's say the standard way he meets them is when they are first on their own. They are alone, trying to hide from the world and trying not to break down from the cards they've been dealt. Who wouldn't freak out if they lost everything they ever had? They are scared and panicked. And so, out of all the X-Men there are, Logan is considered the best option to handle this bby.

• And he is quite glad, later on, that he was the one to be picked for this mission. After all, this is how he met his bby, and he wouldn't miss it for the world.

• He gets the luck of handling a new mutant. Or at least one that has just had a rude awakening. For one reason or another, they are alone, terrified and hurt, and could be a danger to themselves or others. So he's the one who gets to meet and greet them. And if he gets hurt, it's not like it will take him down for long. With these thoughts, he stumbles across his bby for the first time.

• You've had a rough time for awhile now. Your powers have shown themselves, and you no longer have a place to call home. You're alone now. And you're not sure how you can survive much longer. You know anyone could come after you, and that with how some people view mutants, looking for help could be worse than staying on your own. The stress and panic inside you have built up, and it affects your abilities to a dangerous degree. And this only makes you feel worse..

• But then... someone approaches you. They aren't very big... but they are very intimidating... you try to make yourself appear smaller, not wanting to miff off this person, who seems cold and possibly dangerous... but he doesn't do anything to hurt you...

• Logan is now seeing the kid for the first time. And what a sight to see. They look worse for wear, and he can tell they're a minute from running off like a scared deer... and he sees something in their eyes, in the way they hold themselves... it reminds him of a time years ago, when he was the one acting like a lone and scared animal, with no memory of how he ended up that way... no one should go through that, least of all a kid...

• "Hey there, kid..." he starts, keeping a few feet away from them. He sees their eyes dart over him, sizing him up. Yep. Kid's actin' like a frightened animal... He lifts his hands up, showing his empty palms. "I ain't here to hurt ya, bub. Just in yer neck of the woods." Now that he's close enough to see them better, he notes a few wounds on them... Looks like someone took a shot at 'em... heh. Tough kid.

• "Ya need some help there, bub? Looks like someone tried to take ya out. Heh. Bet ya gave them a good kick in the *ss fer it, huh?" His stance is loose, and he notes how they seem to have relaxed a little... still a bit tense... he can smell blood on them... and a growl escapes him...

• You watch in silence as the man talks to you, keeping a good distance away from your personal bubble. His hands are clear of any weapons, and he's acting nicer than you expected. You feel like you can breath a little easier, at least for a moment... and then you hear him growl... and you wonder what the heck you've gotten yourself into...

• "Kid... how long have ya been bleeding? Ya need ta get some help... I know some people who can help ya... but that means ya need to trust me fer a minute." He feels concern seeing you flinch back at the noise he makes. Whatever did this to you, he really wants to have his own shot at 'em... you were bleeding and frightened, probably exhausted and needing something to eat... and honestly... it makes him feel angry... but he won't show it to you... no need in scaring you any further than you already are...

• You pause at his question. It... had been awhile since anyone seemed worried about you... and it felt nice, despite everything... but... do you really want to trust this man? What are the chances he's actually going to help you? What if he is some mad scientist, or a villain, or, or, who knows what?! Yet... he hasn't done anything except ask how you are, and offer help that you sorely needed...

• "It's gonna be okay, kid. Just take 'er easy. I won't force ya if ya don't want to go. But if ya want to come with me, I promise I'll help ya... that's what my group does. We help mutants like ya, who need help, who have nowhere ta go... I promise ya, ya don't gotta be alone... So... what do ya say? Ya care to join the X-Men?" He gives you a small grin, and you can't help but give a shaky one in turn.

• He holds his hand out... and you take it...

• "Welcome ta the group, bub. I think yer gonna fit right in..." And with that, you leave with him, cementing your choice to join the X-Men... and your future as his bby...

[ryleigh130]

Could you do something with Gaz being like a protective older brother? (Doesn't have to just be Gaz) Maybe after a mission 141 all go out for drinks and when at a bar someone 'hits on' the reader and is making them uncomfortable so the team step in?

Completely fine if not!!! <333

Have an amazing day/evening/night.

-🚁

Beers & Tears - - ryleigh130

Characters- ghost, cap. price, gaz, and soap

Word Count: 1.7k

Relationships- platonic!gaz & gn! reader, platonic!141 & gn! reader, implied! ghost/soap

Warnings- sexual harassment, alcohol, profanity, pet names, gore (mild), 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself]

Note- first fic in a while let's go! Sorry I’ve been absent for a while. I've been tied up with school but I’m back so let's get this started! As always thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

The evening started off great. You and the other members of the 141 just finished an extremely taxing mission that has left everyone a bit on edge and in need of a break. So, you and the boys decided to have a night out and enjoy a few drinks before the inevitable happens and you get assigned yet another case. 

You now sit across from Gaz and Price watching Soap trying to entice Ghost to go and dance with him. You and Gaz share a knowing look at each other as Soap practically drags Ghost off to the dance floor, all the while Ghost looks like he’d rather be anywhere else then here right now.

“You know, if anyone else other than Soap was trying to get him to dance, he wouldn’t hesitate to put them in an early grave.” Gaz rolls his eyes and gestures to the pair. Price gives him a gentle smack on the back of his head and a stern look, although you can clearly see the affection in his eyes,

“Oh leave ‘em alone you muppet! They deserve to have a good time, especially without you instigating anything” Price scolds while giving Gaz a stern look. You let out a soft chuckle and take a sip from your drink, you’re not a huge drinker but you decided today since you all were celebrating you’d have a few drinks so as not to dampen the mood. You empty the glass and go to stand up,

“Imma grab a refill, be right back” you announce to Price and Gaz, the only indication of them hearing you is Gaz waving his hand and muttering,

“Yeah, uh huh, go ahead [y/n]” before moving back to bicker with Price. Once again you roll your eyes as a gentle smile graces your face and you feel the tension of the last couple of weeks roll off your shoulders, being surrounded by the people you consider family.

You maneuver around the semi-crowded bar, muttering “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” to anyone who you happened to bump into until you finally arrive at the bar top. You take a seat on one of the stools as you motion to get the bartender’s attention, the bartender nods at you and makes a “one moment” motion, to which you nod and play with the rim of your empty glass whilst waiting. 

Whether it be the alcohol affecting your sense of awareness or just the crowd in general, you jump in surprise when a rough, calloused hand lands on your shoulder that you haven’t seen nor heard coming. You look up and notice a tall, lanky man attached to those hands. The man was around 25-30 years in age, he was tall, thin, had black, slicked back hair, and was dressed in a tailored suit that screamed designer labels and questionable taste. He had an… odor that was hard to describe, but it made you want to puke as it hit your nostrils. Nevertheless, you give the man a polite smile and tilt your head questioningly,

“May I help you, sir?” you practically shuddered as you watched the man’s eyes darken and watch as his mouth opened in a smile that could only be described as predatory.

“Oh I should be the one asking you that” The man purrs, “Wow,” he whistles “Aren’t you a stunning little specimen” you watch out of the corner of your eye as the man shifts closer to you, like a predator trapping its prey. 

Unsure on how to react, you look desperately towards Gaz and Price, but they aren’t looking and you can't catch their eyes. You quickly search the crowd to try and find Soap and Ghost but sigh as you don’t see them anywhere. You turn back towards the man awkwardly and give a shaky, unsure grin, 

“Um… thank you? I- um- sorry but I’m just here to grab a drink before I go back to sit with my friends.” You state firmly. Almost like to prove your point, the bartender walks up to you with a friendly smile,

“Hello, what can I get for you!” you nod towards the bartender and push your empty cup towards him,

“Yes, can I get three fingers of rye?” you ask, watching the man next to you out of the corner of your eye. The bartender nods and heads off to grab your drink, meanwhile the man next to you butts in once again,

“I’m Vincent Rossi by the way, but you can call me Vince” The man, Vince, winks at you,

“What’s your name sweetheart?” you cringe at the name but before you can tell the guy to piss off the bartender comes back with your drink and sets it down. You nod thanks and reach into your wallet to pay the man, before you can though, Vince slaps down a few dollars and nods towards you,

“No need love, I’ve got it for you.” you quickly shake your head no,

“I’ve got it. Thanks” you give him an annoyed look but he just shakes his head again and insists. You finally just relent and thank Vince before turning around to go back to your table to meet up with the boys and get away from Vince. Before you can take a step away, Vince grabs your arm roughly and pulls you back,

“Woah there! Where do you think you’re going? I don’t even know your name, beautiful!” You yank your arm out of his grasp and snarl,

“Listen man, I’ve said thank you already but I’m not interested. Sorry dude.” You try to back up again but once again, Vince pulls you back, this time harder. He spits in your ear harshly,

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you realize how this works. I buy you and drink and you… help me out. If you know what I’m saying.” You push away from him harshly and slap the man across his face sending him tumbling into the bar top, not expecting the hit.

“Oh you FUCKING BITCH!” the man seethes as he rights himself and wipes away the blood running down his face with the back of his hand. A crowd gathers around you two as you back away in slight fear as Vince steps towards you with dangerous intent. Suddenly Vince charges forwards in an attempt to hit you, before you can raise your hands to defend yourself, a large figure steps in front of you and blocks the man. You look up and see Gaz absolutely SEETHING with anger. He’s holding Vince’s wrists and breathing heavily as he looks at him struggling against his grip. 

“Gaz!” you yell out in relief. Gaz turns his gaze to you and you watch as his eyes soften slightly,

“[y/n], are you ok?” he asks worriedly, before you can respond Vince spits in disgust,

“[y/n]. So that’s the whore’s name. Should’ve known they’ve already have a fuck toy they can play with.” That sets Gaz off. Vince can call him whatever he wants but when it comes to you, or your reputation, he doesn’t play. Gaz kicks the man in the gut and sends him sprawling across the bar’s dirty, wooden floors. When he’s down, Gaz jumps him, he kicks Vince in any spot he can hit all while cursing him out,

“If I EVER catch you talking about MY kid like that again, I’ll kill you! Is that understood!” Gaz yells while stomping Vince’s knee causing a loud POP to echo through the stunned bar. Before Vince could answer, you feel two pairs of gentle hands on your back, leading you outside of the bar. You look up at Soap and Ghost as they guide you through the crowd and outside where a large armored vehicle is waiting. Before the three of you get in, a pissed Gaz and an equally pissed Price come barreling out of the bar doors, Gaz still struggling and spitting out curses as Price shoves him through the doors.

“What the FUCK Price! I wasn’t finished with the bastard!” Gaz snarls, practically foaming out the mouth. Price snaps at Gaz angrily,

“That is ENOUGH soldier! Stand down! I said, STAND DOWN! THAT IS AN ORDER!” Finally, Gaz snaps out of it and starts to calm down slightly, he notices you, Soap, and Ghost staring and rushes forward. He stops and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands and inspecting you for injuries. When satisfied you aren’t harmed he sighs in relief and wraps his arms around you,

“Oh thank god, are you ok kid?” he asks softly as you wrap your arms around him and drop your head on his shoulder. You nod and sigh softly,

“Thank you” You whisper as his arms tighten around you.

“Of course kiddo, I’d do anything to protect you. Anything.” You smile warmly and let out a little sniffle. Suddenly an awkward cough comes from behind you, you look to see Soap, Price, and Ghost standing near the car doors awkwardly. You roll your eyes and walk forward giving them each a tight hug,

“Yeah, yeah, thank you all too” you chuckle. Your smile widens as Ghost ruffles your hair and Price gives you an affectionate look,

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Soap suggests, you nod and file into the truck one by one. As you look out the window and watch the traffic roll by, you smile as you think about how lucky you are to have been blessed with such amazing friends. No. Family.