#or just ones who share my sense of humor l

[moonselune]

Rolan introducing male tav to his family? i think it would be so cute how they would all tease him

Awww yesss i love a little bit of rolan

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Rolan x M!reader | Meeting the Siblings

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The sun hung low over Baldur's Gate as you approached Ramazith's Tower alongside Rolan. The tiefling mage, typically composed and confident, seemed a touch jittery, smoothing his robes more times than was necessary and glancing at you for reassurance.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you said with a chuckle, elbowing him lightly. “I’m not going to mess this up.”

Rolan exhaled through his nose, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” he admitted. “It’s Cal and Lia. They’re…” He hesitated. “Intense.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Intense how?”

“You’ll see.”

The tower loomed before you, its door swinging open to reveal a warmly lit interior. Before you even had time to admire the space, a whirlwind of energy came barreling down the stairs.

“Rolan!” a female voice called out, excitement laced with mischief. A younger tiefling—Lia, you assumed—rushed forward and threw her arms around her brother. Close behind her was Cal, the taller and calmer of the siblings, though his sharp grin betrayed an equally mischievous streak.

“Well, well, well,” Cal drawled, his golden eyes locking on you. “Who’s this? Didn’t think our dear brother was capable of charming someone this… delightful.”

Rolan groaned, gently prying Lia off him. “Can we skip the dramatics for once?”

“No chance,” Lia said, stepping closer to you with a grin that mirrored her brother’s. “So, you’re the one who’s managed to put up with our dear Rolan?”

“I’d like to think it’s more than just ‘putting up,’” you replied, matching her grin.

“Oh, I like him,” Lia said immediately, turning to Cal. “He’s got a sense of humor. What do you think?”

Cal pretended to inspect you, stroking his chin theatrically. “A little too nice, maybe. What’s your angle?”

“Cal,” Rolan growled, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment.

“Relax, Rolan,” you said, putting a hand on his arm. “They’re just testing me.” You turned back to Cal with a mock-serious expression. “My angle is that I find your brother irresistibly charming. Does that pass your test?”

Lia let out a bark of laughter, and even Cal chuckled. “Irresistibly charming,” he repeated, glancing at Rolan. “Who knew?”

“I certainly didn’t,” Lia added, smirking.

Rolan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” you reassured him, leaning in slightly. “They’re great.”

“And so are you,” Lia said, clasping her hands together. “Seriously, Rolan, how did you manage this? Did you use magic? Bribery?”

“Neither,” Rolan said stiffly, though his ears burned bright. “They happen to like me for who I am.”

“Which is baffling,” Cal said with mock astonishment.

Rolan muttered something under his breath about never bringing you anywhere again, but you could see the fondness in his eyes as his siblings continued their playful banter.

“Okay, okay,” you said, holding up a hand. “I get it. Rolan’s lucky to have me, right?”

“Exactly!” Lia said, pointing at you.

“But you’re also lucky to have him,” Cal added, his tone turning more sincere. “He’s not so bad once you get past the grumpy exterior.”

“True,” Lia agreed. “He’s actually pretty great.”

Rolan looked genuinely touched, though he quickly masked it with a gruff, “Can we stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

“Fine,” Lia said with an exaggerated sigh. She turned to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But if he ever gets on your nerves, you come to us. We’ve got plenty of embarrassing stories to share.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said, laughing.

As the evening went on, the teasing gave way to genuine warmth. Rolan’s siblings welcomed you wholeheartedly, and though they never stopped poking fun at their brother, it was clear how much they adored him—and how glad they were that he had someone like you in his life.

Later, as you and Rolan walked back to your camp, he glanced at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, bumping his shoulder playfully.

“For putting up with them. And with me.” You stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Rolan,” you said, taking his hand in yours, “I don’t put up with you. I’m here because I want to be.”

His cheeks flushed again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

You grinned. “I’ve heard that a lot tonight. Maybe it’s true.”

He huffed a laugh, pulling you into a rare, unguarded kiss. And for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, the teasing and laughter of his siblings fading into a memory you’d cherish forever.

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[yellobb]

I went from 0 Good Omens mutuals to 2 today and I’m feeling very emo about it 🥹❤️

[soaked4mk]

Logan Howlett boyfriend Head Canons

👽:my favorite old man frfr 😪 (not proof read)

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SFW💛

★ Logan is fiercely protective of you, sometimes it can border on overbearing…If he senses danger just know he’s quick to step in without hesitation. “Just—stay close to me alright?” “I don’t care if it’s just a noise, stay behind me. I’ll check it out.”

★ This man is rough and rugged, always. But only you get to see his softer, more vulnerable side. Especially during quiet moments (aka when wade’s not home)

★ “Don’t go paradin’ this to the entire city now, but you’re my favorite person on this god forsaken planet.” He’ll murmur while bringing your hand up to his lips.

★ Logan is loyal to a FAULT! Once he commits, that’s it. He’s all in whether you like it or not. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you. Don’t think for a second I’d ever leave.” His loyalty runs deep and he’ll stand by you no matter the circumstances or the cost.

★ Peanut isn’t big on flowery words or poetry. But his love for you is shown through touch—rough bear hugs, protective hand holding, or giving you forehead kisses.

★ Again, rather than words this man expresses his love for you with his actions. “C’mere…” he mutters, pulling you into a hug that’s as secure as it is slightly crushing…

★ Fixing things around the house, cooking a simple, hearty meal. He tends to your wounds and pampers you when needed.

★ Logan’s temper flares if he feels like someone is crossing a line with you. “This guy botherin’ you?” He’ll ask cocking a brow, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the situation.

★ He’s got a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Always expect sharp, quick witted one liners. “You’re late.” You’ll say, hand on hip. Smirking, he’ll reply some shit like “Time’s a human construct, babe.”

★ For someone who holds a gruff and rough exterior, he’s surprisingly a good cuddler. He’ll pull you close without a word, “Didn’t know I needed this til now.” He’ll smirk, relishing the warmth you provide.

★ Logan is the type of boyfriend who will stare at you when you’re not looking. His gaze can vary from intense affection to slight sadness. Sometimes he’ll reflect on the fear of losing you when he get’s lost in his admiration…

★ “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You’ll ask whenever catching his stare. He just shakes his head slightly. “Just…takin’ it all in.”

★ Not one for fancy dates, he’ll plan out more low-key, intimate activities like camping in the woods, hiking together, or road trips on his motorcycle.

★ “I know a spot a few miles out. Stars are brighter there. Thought we could use the peace tonight.”

★ He has the absolute BEST stories. He shares stories behind his scars, memories from his long life during intimate moments. “This one?” He traces the mark up his arm. “Happened back in ‘78. Remind me to tell you about it when we get more whiskey.”

★ Whenever you’re feeling sad, or down, Logan knows how to be there, how to be present without speaking. “You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready. I’m here for ya…” He’ll sit beside you, offering you silent support and reassurance by giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

★ Sure, he’s blunt and straightforward. But with you, he’s also soft spoken. “I love you” “How did I get so lucky?” “You gonna let me hold you already or what?”

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NSFW💦🤭

★ He’ll never admit it, (he will) but he thinks it’s totally hot when you take control. Mostly because it’s a rare treat when you decide to do so. “Alright, alright. I’m sat.” “I love it when you get aggressive.”

★ He’s an experienced man. Who knows what he wants and exactly how to get it. “Mhmm—just like that…” “god damn baby…” “that’s right~”

★ Man’s got stamina for days. I’m talking about round after round. He’s down as long as you are.

★ “Oh, come on princess, I know you can take it a little longer.” He smiles, pounding into you relentlessly, his hand on the back of your head while pushing your face into the pillows.

★ Logan is rough around the edges…so of course you’re in for some rough treatment during freaky deaky time. “Quit squirmin’ and take it.” He grunts, pinning your wrists above your head, drilling into you with quick, harsh thrusts.

★ “God damn you’re snug.” He says, smacking your ass harshly while wrapping your hair around his free hand, pulling your head back as he sets a brutal pace.

★ Logan loves marking your skin during intimacy. Biting your shoulders. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, sucking and leaving dark marks along the column of your delicate skin while soothing each sting with a tender kiss.

★ “look at you.” Logan coos, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “All beat up and tired. We haven’t even started yet.”

★ Gets off from overstimulating you with his cock. Rolling his hips against yours, slowly and agonizingly after making you cum several times already. Smirking while splitting you open. Using zero effort while your hands fist into the sheets. Legs trembling and a sheen of sweat on your forehead.

★ “Gonna make you walk crooked—fuck you til you’re beggin’ me to stop. Then keep goin’ til I get my fill. How’s that sound?” He teases, rubbing the tip of his cock against your buzzing, numb cunt before slamming into you without another word.

★ Loves it when you get on your knees for him. “Atta girl. Now, open up for me.” He commands gently, fisting your hair up into a ponytail for you. (Or just gripping your melon if you have short hair)

★ He’s not going to fuck your face unless you ask him to. Usually letting you set your own pace when you’re tasting him. Keeping your hair out of the way while praising you.

★ “Take it all baby..” “perfect.” “You’re damn good at thi—s aren’t you?” “Swallow for me…” his grip will tighten in your hair (or not) as you bob your head up and down his shaft. Feeling his cock throb in your hot mouth before spewing thick, white ropes down your throat.

★ He low key likes thigh riding. Like…a lot. It seriously is one of his favorite ways to make you a whimpering, whining mess.

★ “Fuck, you’re doing so good—” He’ll praise you, hands sliding up and down your sides before firmly gripping your hips, grinding you harder against his thigh. “You like that?”

★ After care…Logan knows his way around the block when it comes to pampering the love of his life. Especially after fucking you senseless.

★ Has a habit of getting too rough with you sometimes. Happens to the best of us, right? “Let me see those marks…” he’ll whisper, tracing over your skin with his finger tips.

★ “You alright?” “Still with me, sweetheart?” “just relax, that’s right. Let me take care of you.” “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “C’mere, let me hold you”

★ Massaging your back, getting you a drink, cleaning you up and getting you a fresh set of clothing, running a bubble bath or shower. Whatever works best in the moment for you, he’ll do it.

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[auroras-zenith]

what doesn't kill you // prologue

you had your whole life planned out for you; start an agency with your best friend, scale the charts and make japan your bitch. but when a tragic accident leaves you incapacitated and out of a job, you find you just need to start fresh. you cut ties–and for two years, you've all but disappeared. until they need you again and come knocking at your door.

bakugo x retiredpro!reader

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It didn't make sense, the way you and Bakugo worked.

See, for everyone else in his life, he seemed to gravitate towards people opposite his nature.

Take Kirishima, for example–the blonde's best friend and wingman since high school. It was obvious how they clicked. The red heads steady, calming tendencies serving as the anchor to Bakugo's ship, lost in the storm of his brash, reckless ways.

The same could be said about nearly every other person in his life.

All but one.

"Yeah? Try me." He hissed, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. The telltale scent of burnt caramel had already begun to propagate through the street.

"Dynamight- stop! Don't engage with the villain! Detain without injur–"

"Shut the fuck up, Deku!" Bakugo spat, ripping his comm off and tossing it to the side. "This extra wants to go, so let's go!"

"Hell yeah!" You grinned cockily, appearing at his side.

Where the world served to calm Bakugo Katsuki, you were the opposite. You were the oil, and he the flame. It shouldn't have worked.

But it did.

The world could say what it pleased about the two of you. At the end of the day, it was undeniable that you were an effective pairing on the battlefield.

"Start an agency with me." He demanded that foggy high school day, staring at you with such intensity anyone else would've confused it for a glare.

"Why should I?"

"Who else could keep your dumbass in check?"

You hadn't spoken for a week after that. He had spent those seven days sulking around–temper even shorter than usual, Kirishima tailing him, apologizing on his behalf.

"Because I can't do it without you."

"Sorry?" You asked, looking up snootily. You had heard him–he wasn't exactly a quiet person after all–and he knew it. The small quirk upwards in the corner of your lips gave you away.

Still, he humored you, rolling his eyes. "I can't do it without you." He huffed, louder this time. "I can't start an agency without you by my side."

Two of Japan's up and coming heroes–and boy were they coming in hot. Dynamight and Cordelia. Two wildly talented people on the battlefield, fearsome as they were reckless.

"Congrats, L/n." Kirishima smiled proudly, raising a glass.

You smirked fondly, lifting your own to meet his.

He was here for Bakugo, but it was nice to see him nonetheless. It was odd; despite the individual bonds you both shared with Bakugo, the two of you had never built a close friendship of your own. You simply enjoyed your respective time with the blonde, each holding respect for the other's unique relationship with the hot head.

"Thanks, Kiri." You grinned, taking a sip from your glass.

"To the Dynadelia agency!" A voice shouted over the chatter, a glass seen lifted over the sea of people.

The crowd erupted into noises of approval–hundreds of drinks lifted into the air.

"That's for us." Hot breath tickled the back of your ear.

You scoffed playfully, grinning wildly as you turned to face the voice. "Really? Couldn't tell."

"I'm serious, N/n. That's us. We did it."

You softened. "Yeah. Yeah, Kat. We did."

There was no stopping the two of you after that. The Dynadelia agency quickly rose to the first ranked agency in Japan, fourth in the world, each of you easily securing spots number two and four on the Japanese hero charts.

You didn't spend all your time together. You were both far too chaotic for that. Instead, you often found yourself allied with Deku and Shoto, and he with Redriot.

But when the two of you met on the field, boy were you unstoppable. Each a raging storm, fueling the other as both charged head on into danger.

"And another victory for pro hero Dynamight and the Dynadelia agency. As we hurtle into a dangerous, villain filled world, we thank our heroes for all..."

You hummed as you brewed yourself a pot of coffee, the news playing in the background as it covered your partner's latest tussle with a villain.

The finished mug was warm between your hands as you moved to sit on the couch.

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to appreciate the slow day. It was warm inside despite the rain that could be heard pelting the floor just outside the window.

There was something so soothing about your cozy apartment on days like these. The plants that hung from the ceilings, the skylights overhead, and the mantle where you had placed old photographs of your high school days.

It was so authentically you.

"Could Cordelia and Dynamight be more than just partners on the battlefield?"

You paused your thoughts to tune back into the news, giggling as you heard the speculation. It was nothing new. The whole civilian and media world assumed the two of you were together–and even amongst those who knew you well, your friends and family all joked about the same.

It was obvious to the world that the two of you liked the other; and had since high school.

Maybe one day you'd settle down together. Retire and raise a family. But for now, you were both far too deep into your careers for anything as serious as that–and you were quite happy being his best friend.

You felt a buzzing in your pocket and set down the cup of warm coffee in your hand. Speak of the devil. You grinned as you answered.

"I just got home. You missing me already?"

"Fuckin' Deku's getting his ass kicked. Shoto too. Get over here."

You could hear sirens blaring in the background as he breathed heavily into the mic. It wasn't every day that someone could take on Japan's top three heroes and live to tell the tale, let alone leave them scrambling for more support.

"Tell them I'm on my way. Are you with them?" You were already up, coffee long since forgotten as you grabbed your costume, comm and phone.

"Shitty hair and I are about to take over while they handle evac."

"Be there in five."

You barely heard his affirmative before he hung up, screaming orders. It wasn't unusual for calls like this to occur, but something felt different about this one. Worse, somehow.

You sprinted out the door, whispering a thank you to the heavens as you stepped into the heavy rain.

The ground lowered away almost immediately, quirk like second nature as the water around you propelled you level with the clouds.

"Cordelia," they called you; heart of the sea.

a/n: been on my mind for a while so why not hehe

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[thewertsearch]

....well, I thought this fight was a lock in Vriska's favor, but Gamzee is the mother of all wildcards. He could be hiding anything in that Jokerkind Abstratus, and we still haven't seen the power that took out the Black King.

I do think Vriska has the maneuverability to avoid most of his weapons, but you don't know what this motherfucker is going to pull out. His mere presence is setting me on edge a little.

If only my hoard were as 8ottomless as his desire to disappoint me. He is set on cowardice, deferring to others to settle his score. Doesn't he remem8er what he's confided? It would 8e easy to give the evidence to Her Imperious Condescension, and he would 8e killed quickly for his unthinka8le presumption. He's taken a gr8 risk har8oring red am8itions for an empress who will never even know his name.

Eridan's ancestor has a thing for the Empress, which is a clear allusion to his one-sided crush on Feferi. I'd be surprised if any troll from Mindfang's story wasn't one of the twelve Ancestors, so I'm pretty sure Her Condescension is Grandma Peixes.

And I recognize that name.

Now - is it just a title, or was this literally the same Condescension?

I'm inclined to assume the former, because the modern Empress doesn't share Feferi's blood color. Still, the idea of a troll ancestor sticking around to personally witness the apocalypse they foresaw is a pretty cool idea.

Here's proto-Gamzee, clearly embodying the violent madness that his descendant has recently embraced. This juggalo cult has clearly been a problem on Alternia for a long time.

There's blood behind him that matches Karkat's non-mutated position on the hemospectrum - and also, I think, blood of Eridan's caste. This guy doesn't discriminate. He's perfectly comfortable with slaughtering his 'betters', and I'm sure Gamzee's just itching to repeat this history today.

I've learned Dualscar has reported to the Grand High8lood all the intelligence he has on me and my fleet.

Gamzee's ancestor is the Grand Highblood. It sounds like he's at the very top of the terrestrial hemospectrum, outranking even other members of his caste.

Equius did say that Gamzee had the highest terrestrial blood on Alternia. Zahhak's a hemospectrum expert, so maybe he's being entirely literal. Maybe Gamzee has inherited his ancestor's title, and is literally the Grand Highblood of Alternia - the highest purpleblood of all.

If he does have a formal role, he was obviously shirking his duties, if he was even aware of them in the first place. His hive certainly wasn't especially regal...

I wonder, though... did this ancestor leave any heirlooms for his successor? How much does Gamzee really know about his birthright?

I would have enjoyed witnessing the entertainment he prepared to please the High8lood. His sense of humor was dreadful. It would have 8een a true miracle if he survived the appointment. Funny, I always imagined a grander entry in my journal for your demise, Dualscar. 8ut I should have realized you would die as you lived. A joke.

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 1, Unarmed - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, poorly translated Russian, mentions of CSA/trafficking, mentions of death, emotional repression of childhood trauma, Bucky nightmares, bonding over trauma, some fluff and comfort.

Word Count: 2.6k

Previously On...: You literally ran into Bucky in the hallway outside your rooms and bond over a shared love of Middle Earth like the fucking nerds you are. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

A/N: I know this part introduces some heavy backstory for our Dear Reader. Please know writing this for her has been a therapeutic exercise for me in dealing with trauma from my own childhood, which, coincidentally, has been shoved back into the forefront of my life recently, forcing me to re-evaluate things I thought I had processed. Please know that I'm not approaching this subject flippantly, and her reactions/attitudes have been based on my own healing (or rather, suppressing) journey.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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Your friendship with Bucky only continued to grow from there. There was something about him, his quiet demeanor, his gentle sense of humor, that made you feel an immediate connection with him, as if you'd known him for ages instead of just a few weeks. You weren't one to open up to others easily; it had taken you over a year to trust that Tony didn't have any ulterior motives for befriending you, but with Bucky, it was effortless, as if you couldn't have stopped it even if you wanted to.

About three weeks into his residency at the Tower, you were exposed to your first instance of one of Bucky's nightmares. He'd told you he frequently had them, but you'd yet to experience one firsthand. You hadn't been able to sleep-- your own losing battle with insomnia--, so you were coming back up from getting a late night snack in the communal kitchen when you heard the muffled shouting coming from behind his door. At first, you were going to ignore it, sure that it was his television, but you heard him utter a single, desperate "Pozhaluysta," the sound of it so heartbreaking that your breath caught in your lungs. Please.

Crossing over to Bucky's door, you knocked softly. "Bucky? It's Pocket. Are you okay? I heard shouting." You waited for an answer... but nothing. Taking a step closer, you put an ear to the door, holding your breath. You could make out the sound of frantic thrashing, cries of "Net!" and then a whimper. He sounded like he was in trouble, like he was in pain.

"FRIDAY," you said to the AI that ran the tower, "open the door."

"I'm sorry, Ms. (Y/L/N), but Sergeant Barnes has locked his door for the evening."

"For fucks' sake, FRIDAY," you muttered. "Enact override protocol 346.78C." There was no point in being the Avenger's resident computer genius if you couldn't hack their home automation system, was there? You heard the click of Bucky's door unlocking. Turning the handle and hoping that asking him for forgiveness was easier than asking for permission, you stepped inside.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once you were able to make out shapes in the gloom of the darkened suite, you saw that the layout was relatively similar to your own. You made your way over to the bed, expecting to see Bucky writhing on it in the midst of his nightmare, but it was empty, stripped of all bedding, just a bare mattress.

Then you heard him, thrashing from the space between the bed and the wall. You shuffled over to the other side and found the super soldier lying on the floor, tangled in his sheets. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked torso, a pair of sweat pants riding low on his hips. His face was contorted in agony as his head twisted from side to side.

"Net! Net!" he cried out in Russian, fighting off invisible assailants, "Pozhaluysta, ne nado! Eto bol'no!" No! No! Please, no! It hurts!

It physically pained your heart to see him struggling like this, so you did the first thing that came to mind-- you threw yourself across him, wrapping your arms around his body and holding him in place, whispering back to him in Russian: "Ty v poryadke, ty v poryadke. Ty v bezopasnosti. Nikto ne mozhet prichinit' tebe vred." You're okay, you're okay. You're safe. No one can hurt you. "I've got you, Bucky. You're safe."

It was a long moment before you realized that his thrashing had stopped, his heartbeat had slowed, and he had wrapped his arm around you, holding you to him as if you were a lifeline.

You pulled back, allowing him to sit up.

"Pocket?" he asked, voice laced with confusion at seeing you, as though he wasn't sure if he was actually awake or not. "What are you doing here? And... were you speaking Russian, or was I dreaming?"

Suddenly shy, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, avoiding looking at him. Jesus. He literally just woken up to you throwing yourself on top of him. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered. "I was walking by, and it sounded like you were having a nightmare. I was worried, so I came in to check on you. I'll let you go back to sleep. Sorry." You got up to go, but his hand reached out and encircled your wrist, gently holding you in place.

"No," he murmured, pulling you back down to the floor next to him. "You were right, I was having a nightmare. I... I told you I get them, sometimes. Memories, really. Of things Hydra... did to me. Things they... things they made me do. Thank you," he looked up at you, catching your eyes through the darkness and holding your gaze. "Thank you for waking me up, for taking me out of it."

You gulped, the night becoming far more intimate than you could have anticipated when you went downstairs to grab a pint of ice cream earlier. You forced a smile. "Of course. What are friends for?"

"Are we?" he asked, his voice suddenly low, causing a pool of warmth to collect in the bottom of your stomach. "Friends?"

"Of course, Buck." You gave him a concerned look. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Because I'm a monster, Pocket." Bucky lowered his head in his shame. "I'm a murderer and a monster."

"Oh, Bucky, no." You took his chin into your hands and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. "Sweetie, no, you're not. You were a victim. You didn't consent to a single thing Hydra made you do. I know that it's going to take you a long time to believe that, but it's the truth. I promise you it is." He closed his eyes and nodded.

"Pocket, do you think..." he looked away from you, almost shyly, "do you think you could stay? After a nightmare, I... Well, I don't really like being alone."

"And Rogers isn’t one for midnight cuddling, huh?" you teased, a playful smile on your lips. You couldn't see it, but you could practically feel the sardonic look he was giving you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Yes, I'll stay. But Bucky, I have one rule--"

"I'll keep my hand to myself and be a perfect gentleman, I promise," he said solemnly.

"Pfft," you scoffed. "I don't give a shit about that. Be as handsy as you want. No, my one rule is: I am not sleeping on the fucking floor." Bucky rewarded you with another one of his genuine laughs. You couldn't articulate how happy it made you feel knowing that you were the cause of that laughter.

"You got it," he said, as he stood up and began to move his sheets and pillows back to the bed. "Nothing but the best for you, doll."

Your insides glowed at this new nickname, and you were positive he was going to notice how his words made you light up in the dark. You busied yourself with helping him make up the bed before crawling under the covers. You tried not to be too obvious as you inhaled the scent of Bucky on the pillowcase. He smelled like cedar and leather and something unidentifiable that was just so quintessentially Bucky that it had become your favorite scent. You wanted to bottle it up and use it like a fabric spray so you'd always be surrounded by it. 

The bed dipped as Bucky got in, pulling the covers up over himself. "Thank you for this, Pocket," he whispered.

You turned onto your side to face him. "Of course. Any time, Bucky; I sincerely mean that. I know what it's like; I have them, too."

"You do?" You felt him reach for you in the dark, taking your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. "You can tell me about them. If you want to."

You nodded, before realizing he probably couldn't see you, so you hummed an affirmative. There was something about the cover of night that made you feel brave, safe in opening up to Bucky; you found yourself wanting to tell him what kept you awake at night. You took a deep breath.

"I... didn't have the best childhood," you began, trying to keep your voice steady. "My father took off before I was old enough to even remember what he looked like, and my mother was always more interested in getting high than she was with being a parent. I was in and out of foster care for a while when I was a little girl." Buck squeezed your hand in sympathy and you continued: "Then she got this boyfriend, Darren." God, even now, the taste of his name on your tongue was like bitter bile. "For a little while, things were… better. Mom got her shit together enough that Social Services sent me back to live with her. I could almost believe that things were going to be okay. I mean, we even stayed in the same place for more than six months. I went to school regularly. It almost made me feel like a normal kid."

"What happened?" You barely heard Bucky's whispered question. You let out a harsh, disillusioned laugh.

"Puberty," you told him. "I turned eleven, got boobs and suddenly Darren's paying a lot more attention to me." You felt Bucky tense in the bed beside you. "Of course, that's entirely my fault, right?" you continued. "At least according to my mother. They started fighting more often, and she went back to the booze and meth. Stopped giving a shit about everything. Going to work, paying bills, making sure I went to school, whether or not I even ate. Only thing that mattered was where the next fix was going to come from." You took a breath. This next part was the hardest, and Tony was the only one you'd ever told the entire truth of the matter to.

"And with Mom incapacitated, boyfriend feels he's got free reign," Bucky supplied for you.

"Yeah," you swallowed, grateful you hadn't needed to actually say it, yourself.

"Pocket," Bucky began, "that's aw--"

"There's more," you admitted before he could continue. "Darren liked to bet on horses but, like absolutely everything else he ever did, he was complete shit at it. Ended up owing some horrible guys a lot of money. There was no way in hell he'd have been able to come up with it, so he... proposed a trade."

"God," Bucky breathed. "Oh, Pocket. I am so, so sorry."

"Thanks," you said, wishing that was the end of it, but knowing that you still weren't finished. "Darren realized he had a valuable commodity that a, uh, certain kind of man would pay good money for, and he wasn't just going to let such a lucrative income stream go to waste. He was an idiot, but he wasn't that dumb."

Next to you, Bucky sucked in a breath. You could practically feel him vibrating with anger for your younger self. "How long?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Seven years, more or less. When I turned 18, I grabbed every important document I could get my hands on, hightailed it to Boston and never looked back. But the memories, the nightmares? They still haunt me. Even after all this time, they’ve never fully gone away. So, you know, I get it."

There was silence for a moment, but then Bucky cleared his throat and asked: "Where is he now?"

"He's got himself a nice little plot of land in Pensacola," you said, a smile ghosting your face.

"So, he got off Scott-free." Bucky's voice was a low growl.

"Oh, I didn't say that, you said slyly. "That nice little plot is a pauper's grave at Pensacola Federal Prison Camp. Bastard got himself shanked in the slammer about ten years ago. Happiest day of my fucking life.

Bucky's laugh was low and dry. "What about your mom? Please tell me she got what she deserved, too."

You shifted slightly, propping your head up onto your hand. "Honestly, I have no idea what happened to her. The way she drank, she's probably long dead by now, and I could honestly not care less. That's why I have everyone call me Pocket." Bucky moved to mirror your position, using a pillow to prop himself up instead of an arm, so you were laying eye to eye, only a few inches separating your faces.

"Okay, explain to me how that makes sense," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm breath fanning pleasantly across your skin.

His touch was gentle and you found yourself subtly leaning into it. "My legal name is (Y/N)," you told him. "It was my mother's name, too. I know that 'Pocket's a ridiculous nickname, but when people call me that, it's like I'm someone else, someone new. I'm not that scared little girl that had all those horrible things happen to her. I'm someone I made myself into." Your voice had dropped to barely a whisper as you admitted it to him.

He studied you for a moment before speaking, voice low. "Thank you for trusting me with this, Pocket." 

You let out a small laugh. "I think we might need to make each other some matching friendship bracelets or something after all of this sharing," you told him. Bucky laughed with you, and the tension that had been hovering in the air lessened. You hadn't meant to get so deep into your personal history, or to get emotional, but sharing your story with Bucky brought you a sense of relief; at the very least, you'd helped take Bucky's mind off of his own nightmares, even if it had meant delving back into your own.

You both fell silent for a moment, and then Bucky spoke again, his voice soft and hesitant. "Pocket, can I ask you something? A favor?"

You looked at him, noticing how his eyes glinted in the dark. "Yeah, of course, Bucky. What's up?"

He swallowed audibly, his grip returning to your hand. "I don't want to overstep or make you uncomfortable, so maybe this is too much to ask, but… do you think…  maybe we could… I don't know… be there for each other? You know, when we have nightmares? Just... hold each other, maybe?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your mind suddenly racing with implications. Was he suggesting what you thought he was suggesting? Did he want to… cuddle with you? Your body was suddenly acutely aware of how close you were to him, of the heat that radiated off of his body. You licked your lips before answering, your voice coming out a little huskier than you intended. "I mean… I wouldn't be opposed to that. If you think it would help, then I'm all for it."

Bucky let out a small sigh of relief, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "Thank you, Pocket. You have no idea how much it means to me."

You leaned into his touch, a shiver running down your spine at the gentleness of it. "I think I might. I mean, I don't know exactly what you went through, but I know what it's like to feel scared and alone."

Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered, "Neither of us have to be alone anymore. We'll be here for each other."

And then, without another word, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart, steady and strong, and the warmth that radiated off of him made you feel safe, taken care of. You wrapped your arms around him in return, feeling a new sense of peace and security you hadn't known in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

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[imbibitorlunaeluv]

Late Night Talks

You can't seem to get a peaceful night's rest, and neither can he.

Yuta Okkotsu x Fem! reader.

A lil drabble I made, basically for those who feel absoloutely guttered after a long day. L/N is your last name! have fun lovelies and DON'T sleep late!

This isn’t normal. None of this should be normalised to a teenage girl, a child who eliminates curses up until the sun rises up. But there are some who are considered gifted. Blessed to be stronger by others, and at all cost protect the weak. Though those rules are unwritten, it should be common knowledge by everyone.

I open the door to the dorms, my breath heavy as I fight the urge to close my eyes. A full week of enduring the need to faint is what I have overcome, and it may as well become part of my life by now. They say it is all well, the safety of others- of the weak, ensured.

The strong shielding the weak.

I lazily take off my combat boots, not caring what noise I may make at this time of night as I let my back collapse onto the sofa. I feel my sight become a blur, the taste and smell of curses still lingering in the air, the face of a helpless man screaming and kicking whilst making it harder to exorcise the damned cursed spirit.

To hell with the weak.

My right arm lifts up to cover my eyes, exhaling through my nose as I feel myself getting lightheaded,

“I feel like dying today…”

I mutter, to absoloutely no one. Besides, who in god's name would still be up by this hour?

“L/N-san?"

For some reason, something in me warms up just by hearing the familiar voice. I pry my hand away slightly, only to be met by a cursed boy’s dark silhouette in the dimly lit living room we both inhabit. His head peeked out from above the couch, leaning against the back of it while he looked down at me.

“Yuta…” I couldn’t fight the small smile forming onto my face, a slight bit surprised that I was caught off guard and couldn’t sense his presence.

“What… Why are you still awake?”

"I should be the one to ask you that."

I sit up slightly, propping myself up onto my elbows as I attempt to show a non exhausted grin, not like he could actually see it in such darkness.

“I just finished a mission… took longer than expected.”

He doesn’t at all seem satisfied with my answer. The change in atmosphere and posture could tell it all,

“Ah… alright then.”

“You don’t seem content with my answer, pretty boy.”

And he answers a beat later,

“You’re lying. Your missions usually take way longer than this.”

Even without seeing him clearly, the frown on his face was as bright as the sun. Ever since our shared conversation in the sushi restaurant, Yuta and I have been conversing more and more frequently without experiencing an awkward silence.

So attentive, I let a chuckle slip past my lips. The thought of having someone who could actually be awake enough to hear me come through the door is actually frightening. Having someone else who also has a messed up sleep schedule, or mind, accompanying me in the lonely night.

I gave into a smile, “You were always awake, weren’t you?”

A question that needed no answering to, making Yuta shake his head slightly as he walked to turn on the kitchen light instead.

“I never sleep- well at least I try not to…” his voice trails off, a yawn overcoming him as I sit up to get a better view of Yuta.

The way his eyes were begging to be closed shut, his slouched back and heavy eye bags were enough to make me feel slight pity. For a boy who claims to never sleep, he’s done particularly well in the art of combat. His passion, his determination, his love towards her.

I pursed my lips at the thought of Rika, “Do you never try to talk to… you know… Rika?”

A laughable question it might be, humorous to Yuta probably as I expected him to topple over laughing. But then again, it’s Yuta. The depressed cursed teenage boy I saved. The cursed boy merely smiles, holding his mug in one hand as he looks over to me.

“Not ever since being haunted by her face in my dreams, no.”

I experienced it too, is what I wanted to say. Although nothing leaves my mouth, I give an understanding nod instead. After realising that the past would always chase me till my sleep, I was slightly grateful for the stockpile of missions that made me occupied. I stopped consulting with Shoko as it proved to be of no help.

“Sometimes when I do see a glimpse of the past Rika… I feel sick to my stomach.”

I know the feeling.

“Knowing that I couldn’t even do anything made me feel useless… even until now.”

I’ve always felt that way.

“Sometimes I feel that Gojo-sensei was right… love is a twisted curse.”

Love is for the weak.

I let out a hum, eyes casted down to instead look at my nails and speak whatever comes to my head, “He told me the same thing. But I thought it was so I would steer away from dating anyone.”

And for a moment, I catch a glimpse of Yuta’s sheepish look.

“You-you’ve never… had a lover?” he questions me, his cheeks flaring up into a vibrant pink while avoiding any form of eye contact. He sounds lost, astounded, even. It’s as if the facts I conveyed to him were all white lies.

“Never really thought of having one, really. I admit that the topic of romance does hang higher in the books I read, but I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be loved romantically by someone.”

My explanation seemed to bring Yuta some courage to at least look me in the eye, his lips slightly parted at the information he received. He seems to stay like that for a moment, the same startled look looming on his features.

I take notes on his face features, softly lit up by the light shining right above the kitchen counter behind him. The colour on his face seemed to return after enrolling in Jujutsu High for a while, and he doesn’t look as skinny and bony as he did. His hair was growing a tad bit longer, more fluffy but never kept neat. My gaze goes down to his lips, his slightly chapped, parted lips.

I feel myself getting warmer by the second, my heart thumping so loud I can almost throw it up. He looks at me, with such eyes that cloud so much thought. And I absolutely feel myself getting weaker just by this, and I absolutely hate it.

I return my gaze to his eyes, “Too shocked to speak?”

Yuta flinches by the sound of my voice, almost as if he was in a haze whilst looking over at me. He then shakes his head, watching his unkept raven hair move as a blush rises to his ears. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes not meeting mine as I can barely make out his muffled voice,

“You’re just… too pretty

[sshewonders]

WARM BODIES

Chapter 02: The Quarry

chapter synopsis: Seeking refuge after explosions, you, Lori, Carl, and Shane join a growing group in a quarry. Newcomer Glenn forms a bond with you, bringing humor and positive influence. The infected, nicknamed "geeks," pose a constant threat. Internal conflicts arise due to Shane's leadership and his relationship with Lori. Food scarcity adds pressure, and Dale's RV becomes a place for reflection and art. Through sketching, you depict the transformed world and find solace in camaraderie.

chapter warnings: This chapter contains mentions of PTSD triggers, violence, and intimate situations. Reader discretion is advised.

word count: 2.1k words

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You, Lori, Carl, and Shane had sought refuge in a quarry, a decision influenced by Dale, an elderly man with a generous heart who often camped there with his late wife. Using your unique persuasion skills, you managed to convince Shane and Lori to follow Dale's suggestion.

It had been a span of six days since the harrowing explosions that disrupted your lives. During the time, you witnessed an influx of newcomers seeking shelter. People arrived one by one, driven by a shared desire for safety and a sense of belonging. The growing community included Morales and his family, a woman named Jacqui, a fellow survivor who adopted the nickname T-dog, a man named Jim, and a woman called Andrea, who came with her younger sister, Amy.

While a few other individuals occupied the vicinity, the core of this makeshift society revolved around your group.

On the second day, however, while you were out picking mushrooms in the forest, you stumbled upon an Asian guy, specifically Korean, who appeared dehydrated and in need of help. Although initially skeptical as you were naturally shy and cautious around strangers, decided to offer him the bottle of water you had with you. He eagerly drank it all and introduced himself as Glenn. In return, you shared your name, and a tentative connection was formed.

After providing Glenn with the much-needed water, you decided to bring him back to the camp. He introduced himself to everyone, and from that day forward, Glenn seemed to stick to you like a shadow, following you around as if you were long-lost friends.

Both of you were about the same age and discovered you had striking similarities. Glenn, in contrast to your shyness, was known for keeping his composure under pressure and making quick, practical decisions. He often used humor as a coping mechanism, bringing much-needed levity to their dire situation.

Hours turned into days, and Glenn's presence had a noticeable impact on you. You started to adapt to his sense of humor and gradually shed some of your shyness and awkwardness. While not entirely transformed, you were becoming more like Glenn in some ways, thanks to your shared experiences and growing friendship.

Meanwhile, in terms of the unknown disease, it was an understatement to say that things had gone from bad to worse. The infected, whom you and Glenn had come to humorously nickname "geeks," now roamed the woods surrounding the camp. There was a unanimous agreement that any encounter with these geeks was a deadly threat that had to be neutralized, as they showed no hesitation in attempting to bite the living.

Despite the dire circumstances that had become your new reality, you felt a sense of gratitude for having crossed paths with such a helpful and supportive group of survivors. The companionship provided some solace, a welcome distraction from the persistent grief that still weighed heavy on your heart.

The group's only tether to the outside world was through sporadic radio broadcasts, but they provided little in the way of assistance or useful information. The broadcasts served as a constant reminder of how isolated and vulnerable they had become in this new world, where everyone's only choice was to rely on each other for survival.

However, there was a lingering dissatisfaction that seemed to revolve around Shane, the man who had taken up the role of leader within the group. Yet, there was something about Shane's demeanor that rubbed her the wrong way. He seemed overly confident, even bordering on arrogance. You couldn't quite put your finger on why he had assumed the role of leader, and the fact that he had been a police officer wasn't reason enough in your eyes.

You often pondered what it truly meant to lead in these dire times, and what kind of leadership the group needed to survive in this harsh new world. The notion that Shane had simply taken charge because of his previous profession left you with a sense of uncertainty, as if the group's dynamics weren't quite as clear-cut as they appeared.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of anger and discomfort as you observed the growing closeness between Shane and Lori. There were times when you spotted them emerging from the woods together, and it was clear that something had transpired between them; sex.

Your thoughts turned to Rick, and the fact that he had essentially just passed away. It frustrated you to think that Lori might have found solace and intimacy with Shane so soon after such a loss.

On one hand, you recognized that grief can take many forms, and you didn't want to judge Lori for seeking comfort in whatever way she saw fit. However, the idea of Lori and Shane being intimate was a concept that repulsed you to the point where you couldn't even bring yourself to make eye contact with them or engage in conversation. It was a complex mix of emotions, and you were grateful that Carl remained blissfully unaware of your internal turmoil.

The reality was that the food situation had taken a turn for the worse. While Dale had brought along some fishing gear, they had been unable to catch much in the quarry. To make matters more challenging, Ed, Carol's abusive husband, had a stash of M.R.E.s in his survival kit. However, they were now down to their last box, and Ed was far from generous when it came to sharing them. Unfortunately, nobody in the group had experience as a hunter or trapper, and that included you.

Your recurve bow had been more of a decorative piece, used solely for target practice, and you were far from proficient in using it to catch living, moving creatures. In the current predicament, your bow felt almost useless.

Six days passed. Perched on the roof of Dale's RV, you sat in silence, your sketchpad resting on your lap. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the world around you. To one side, a vast expanse of mountains stretched out, their peaks painted with shades of blue and green that melded seamlessly into the sky. The water below shimmered like a sapphire gem, reflecting the tranquil beauty that was now a distant memory.

Your fingers danced across the paper, your pencil capturing the contours of the landscape with precision. Your eyes moved back and forth between the scene before you and the sketchpad, each glance translating the vivid panorama into lines and shades. The pencil strokes were deliberate, a careful mimicry of nature's artistry.

But as the drawing took shape, it morphed from the serene image of the mountains and water to a darker, more ominous rendition. The mountains retained their imposing majesty, but the colors bled into a palette of greys and blacks, casting an eerie shadow over the once vibrant scenery. The bluish water turned into an inky abyss, its depths hinting at hidden dangers lurking beneath.

Your brows furrowed as you meticulously etched these changes onto your sketchpad. It was as if your pencil was channeling the transition that had swept over the world. The tranquility had been marred, replaced by an air of uncertainty and foreboding. Your fingers moved with a mix of determination and resignation, a reflection of the emotions that swirled within her.

Beside you, Dale watched with a knowing gaze. He understood the weight that your sketch held, capturing the essence of the reality in a way that words could never fully convey. The scene before you was no longer just a picturesque landscape; it was a mirror reflecting the transformation of your lives.

Your pencil continued its dance across the sketchpad, each stroke a deliberate expression of the world around her. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Dale's thoughtful gaze fixed upon you.

Dale cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "What's catchin' your eye there?"

You paused, your pencil hovering over the paper. You glanced at the drawing, the transition from vibrant beauty to haunting darkness captured in those lines. A sigh escaped your lips before you turned to Dale, your voice soft. "I guess I'm trying to capture both sides of this world now."

Dale's brow furrowed in curiosity as he leaned closer, his eyes studying the sketch. "Both sides?"

"Yeah," you replied, your voice soft. "On one hand, you've got this breathtaking landscape, those mountains and the bluish water. It's like a memory of how things were. But then..." You gestured to the drawing, the greys and blacks casting a somber overtone. "There's this darkness, the gloom that's come with all the changes. The beauty is still there, but it's... different."

Dale nodded slowly, his gaze shifting from the sketch to the world beyond. "Seems you're capturin' the heart of it all. The way things used to be, and the way they are now."

You nodded in agreement, your eyes fixed on your drawing. "It's like we're living in this in-between space. Remembering what once was, but constantly reminded of what's become of it."

Dale placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "It's important to remember where we come from."

A hint of gratitude flickered in your eyes as you turned to Dale. "Yeah, you're right. It's just... strange to put it all into a drawing, to see it right there on paper."

Dale's gaze softened. "Art's got a way of showin' us things we might not see otherwise. Helps us make sense of the world, in its own unique way."

You returned his smile, your fingers curling around the pencil once more. "Guess I'll keep sketching then."

Dale's eyes brightened. "You know, I got more coloring materials in the RV if you need 'em. Could add a splash of color to your sketches."

Your cheeks tinged with a shy smile. "Actually, it's not the coloring materials I'm running out of... it's the paper."

Dale chuckled warmly. "Well, next time we're out on a supply run, we'll keep an eye out for sketchbooks, too."

"Sounds like a plan," you replied, your gratitude evident in your voice.

As your pencil resumed its dance, you couldn't help but feel thankful for the camaraderie that existed in your makeshift family, and the small gestures of support that reminded you that you were all in this together.

With a final stroke, you completed your drawing, capturing the stark beauty of the world around you on paper. The pencil rested in your hand, and you admired you creation for a moment, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips. Your thoughts were interrupted by Lori's voice echoing from the distance.

"Y/N, it's time for you to go pick mushrooms in the woods for dinner," Lori called out from the campsite.

You nodded, setting your sketchpad aside. You climbed down from the RV and headed to your tent. As you unzipped the tent, your eyes caught the glint of your bow leaning against a corner, an old friend you hadn't used in a while.

[zomb-rabbit]

FOLLOWER CELEBRATION TIME !!!!

you guys have shown me soso much support and it really means the whole world to me, and i wanna show y'all that with my writing !!

i'm gonna be opening up requests for NSFW / romantic / platonic alphabets, romantic / platonic matchups, and songs for characters!! this is gonna be a longer post, so all of the specifics are under the cut :)

also, i'll of course still be taking normal requests, but while these are open they'll be the priority for me to get to :)

Who's available for requests?

EverymanHYBRID

HABIT

Evan Myers

Marble Hornets

Tim Wright

Masky

Brian Thomas

Hoodie

Jessica Locke (fem/gn reader only)

Creepypasta

Toby Rogers

Eyeless Jack

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer (fem/gn reader only)

Nina the Killer

Clockwork (fem/gn reader only)

BEN

Overwatch

Cole Cassidy

Ashe

Reaper / Gabriel Reyes

Soldier: 76 / Jack Morrison (masc/gn reader only)

(this includes the Blackwatch and Deadlock eras! just lemme know, without specifics I'll assume it's current era)

Songs for characters ;

a song for how i think a character would react/feel about certain things! being in love, their thoughts on themselves, things like that :) i'd be posting a song link, specific lyrics i think really match with what's being asked, and an explanation/break down on how it relates.

Romantic / platonic matchups ;

give me a rundown of who you are, if you want it to be romantic, platonic (or both), and i'll match you up with someone :) quick physical, personality and partner preference/needs descriptions would be great, the fandoms you want, and anything else you'd want me to know would be great !! if you'd want a basic template, i have this one right here !!

NSFW / romantic / platonic alphabets ;

you can ask for a full alphabet, or just specific letters, for characters :) all three are down below if you wanna get a feel for them before you request

PLATONIC

A = Adventures, what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?

B = Bond, what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?

C = Cuddling, do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?

D = Dance, do you ever dance together? how?

E = Enemies, were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?

F = Fight, how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?

G = Gain, how have you helped each other improve as people?

H = Help, how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?

I = Injured/Ill, how would they act if you got hurt or sick?

J = Jokes, what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?

K = Kisses, do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count

L = Love, how do they show you they care?

M = Meeting, how did you meet? how did you become friends?

N = Nesting, do you co-habitate at all? how?

O = Oasis, is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?

P = Protection, how protective are they over you?

Q = Query, how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?

R = Record, what’s something you’ll never let them live down?

S = Support, how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?

T = Trust, how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?

U = Uplift, how do you bring each other up?

V = Vacation, do you ever travel together? what’s that like?

W = Worry, do they worry about you? how often?

X = Xerox, are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?

Y = Yahoo, what’s an inside joke you share?

Z = Zany, do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?

ROMANTIC

A = Attention, how much attention do they want in the relationship?

B = Baby, do they want a family? Why/why not?

C = Cuddle, do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

D = Dates, what are dates with them like? What do they like to do? 

E = Equal, do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

F = Fights, how do they handle arguments? How quick are they to forgive?

G = Gratitude, how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? 

H = Honesty, are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship? 

I = Insight, how easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

J = Jealousy, do they get jealous? If so, how easily? How do they deal with it?

K = Kiss, what are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

L = Love, who said “I love you” first? How often do they say it? When did they realize they were in love?

M = Marriage, do they want to get married? How long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand? What would the marriage be like? 

N = Nickname, what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

O = Open, how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

P = PDA, how do they feel about public displays of affection? What kind of PDA do they show?

Q = Quality Time, what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

R = Reunion, how do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

S = Sad, how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? How do they like to be cheered up?

T = Thrill, do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? 

U = Understanding, how well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

V = Value, how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

W = Wild Card, a random relationship headcanon

X = Explicit, a NSFW headcanon

Y = Your Name, if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

Z = Zz, how do they like to sleep with their partner? What time do they like to go to sleep/wake up, ideally?

NSFW

A = Aftercare, what they’re like after sex

B = Body part, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

C = Cum, anything to do with cum, basically

D = Dirty secret, pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

E = Experience, how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

F = Favorite position, this goes without saying

G = Goofy, are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.

H = Hair, how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

I = Intimacy, how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

J = Jack off, masturbation headcanon

K = Kink, one or more of their kinks

L = Location, favorite places to do they do

M = Motivation, what turns them on, gets them going

N = No, something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs

O = Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

P = Pace, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

Q = Quickie, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

R = Risk, are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.

S = Stamina, how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

T = Toys, do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?

U = Unfair, how much they like to tease

V = Volume, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

W = Wild card, a random headcanon for the character

X = X-ray, let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

Y = Yearning, how high is their sex drive?

Z = Zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?

[iwanttobeliv]

Yo soy Betty, la fea (Now and then)

Man, I’ve been meaning to write something ever since I finished watching the very first episode of Betty la fea, la historia continua but there were too many thoughts and feelings and too little coherence to make it happen, and yet, here I am trying it anyway.

Even in Brazil, a country that culturally embraces telenovelas, every now and then when I said Betty, a feia was my favorite, people would look at me funny. And it’s kind of difficult to explain or make people understand that there is just so much more behind Betty’s fringe, braces, and very peculiar laughter. Yes, Armando did yell a lot. And there were perhaps too many episodes focused on Sofia and Efrain's drama or those final ones with Inesita’s ex-husband, and when I managed to rewatch the whole thing, boy was I glad to be able to fast-forward these parts. Some of the sets, like Betty’s room were very clearly low-budget and full of strange choices that I could never quite figure out, and yet, none of this really mattered because the writing was phenomenal. The characters were engaging. The actors were brilliant. And the love story, that was just the best.

So I watched and rewatched. I managed to come across friends who were happy to talk about it and dissect all the things that made it work so well, and so subtle is the distinction that despite the many many adaptations worldwide, to me, none have ever been better than the original Betty.

When Betty was first aired in Brazil, I was about 15 and I can’t begin to explain how seeing a young woman who never belonged anywhere due to her looks resonated with me. Someone who was made fun of for being different and used a sense of humor to keep going. Someone who had hopes and dreams and felt none of them were within reach. And someone who managed to survive all the terrible things life would throw her way in pursuit of her happy ending.

And I guess this feels like something that needs to be said first.

As far as I'm concerned, what makes Betty so fundamentally brilliant is the fact that in YSBLF, when it comes to the love story, the guy falls in love with her being exactly who she is. No more or less. There are so many stories about the ugly duckling who manages to be seen after becoming a swan, and yet there it was, a story that showed that the duckling didn’t have to be anything else to be deserving of love and happiness.

Watching her we went through all ranges of emotion. I remember closing my eyes as I tried to watch her going through her first ‘transformation’ and the disaster it was. I remember feeling joy for her, for having such a good friend in Nicolas and such loving parents. I remember watching Armando as he was, having his feelings change little by little, all while she became an essential part of his life and work. And then, watching expectantly as we had to go through the awful plan he and Mario came up with and all the repercussions that would come of it. I remember thinking that JEA had to be a pretty great actor and that Armando had to be very well-written otherwise it would be impossible to feel anything but disgust for him and what he did. And then watching him fall for Betty utterly and completely. I remember sharing her fury and thirst for revenge when she found the letter. And then drinking up on every interaction between the two of them, knowing what she knew and waiting for the bomb to go off. And then to watch Armando go through hell and lose everything that meant something to him, and Betty trying to pick up the pieces of herself and survive the worst of times. And finally her triumphal return and what would soon enough lead her to a happy ending.

Last year, when we got the news of the remake and the OG was made available on streaming, I watched it once again and felt all those things all over again. But now, almost two decades later, with a very different understanding. I still loved every minute of it, but there were things I would have liked to be different.

Like many soaps, as soon as the main couple manages to patch things up it’s a quick jump to the expected happy ending, and while I fully expected Betty to get one, I couldn’t help but wonder, how a relationship could ever work after such a thing. Sure we knew Armando’s feelings were real and there, and all of that way before Betty, the ugly was made beautiful. But she didn’t. How could she truly forgive and trust someone who managed to betray her trust and make her go through hell as a result of deliberate actions? I would have liked to see more of it. It’s the one thing I don’t particularly enjoy in so many love stories and most soaps. How they are always in such a hurry to end the story as if by being together there was nothing else to be told about these characters and their relationship. Oh the potential wasted by their need of getting to the wedding and a baby on the finish line.

And then, much to my surprise, they decide that there’s more to tell. That the story didn’t have to finish there. [Yes, I’m aware of ‘Ecomoda’ just as I’m aware of the universal consent that it never managed to do justice to the characters we loved and cared for. Which is why, I think, the sequel now also made the choice of ignoring it.]

So now I’ve watched the first four episodes. And I have thoughts I would very much like to share and discuss. Things that I don’t particularly like, but understand. Things I wish had been done differently. Things I absolutely love. But this post feels already much too long. For now, I just want to say, I never expected the sequel to be perfect or to perfectly preserve what the OG managed to perform. But I’m genuinely happy we get to see Betty again. And to be able to laugh and cry with her, with all of them. 

It takes me back and it fills me with expectation for what’s yet to come.

Is it Friday yet?

[snapshotxsinners]

MEME; Asher and Roi perhaps?

𝑰𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑲𝑰𝑫...

Send me a pair name ( either one of my muses or yours ), and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child

Name

Full name is Evangeline Primula Ashlin Shlafrock, or just Eva for short.

Other nicknames include Evie, Geline, Prim and Ash — Though, only friends or close ones may use such nicknames. She is also often affectionately nicknamed Jelly by her parents ( which can be a source of embarrassment to her at times ).

As she grows older, she will go by the alias/business name Lady Fortuna.

Gender

Eva is a transgender woman. She had been aware of the fact she was trans since she was quite young, and Roi and Asher were more than supportive of her when she made this discovery.

They did plenty of research to help her socially transition and handle official legal documentations, until she was developed and ready enough to take hormones and other gender-affirming medical procedures.

Her pronouns are she/they.

Personality

Charming, clever, suave, smooth-talking, humorous — She is a woman overflowing with charisma and has a propensity for showmanship, which often enables her to attract people's undivided attention ( which Eva quite enjoys! ). Eva is also bold, sharp, curious, cunning, a bit selfish, greedy and mischievous.

As she grows, Eva gains interest in the arcane, along with fortune-telling and tarot readings — Pairing these interests along with her knack of drawing people in, eventually lead her into the Fortune Telling business.

Whether or not she has actual skills involved with Fortune-readings and other arcane abilities, is a highly kept secret and one she quite enjoys keeping to herself — especially if it means she can hear people make speculations on whether she is genuine or a fraud. Either way, she enjoys the drama of it all and finds it amusing if people try to figure her out. In the end, she is still considered mysterious!

For the most part, she portrays herself as open and extroverted, happily welcoming the company of others. She is rarely found without a smile, or with tears in her eyes from a bad day. She considers herself mentally strong and not easily swayed or pushed, but when she is pushed — Oh boy, it's not pretty. In fact, results often end up with violence, if she is pushed to the point of anger.

Special Talents

Like Roi, she has inherited his camera-demon like abilities, though uniquely to her, she is able to capture a photo of someone and see a potential future for them. This ability greatly aids her in her future fortune-telling business. And of course, her talents include her knowledge about the arcane, the occult, magic, and other various topics that relate to those fields.

Other special talents of hers include mixing potions, balms and brews ( thanks to her Great Aunt Lin ), mainly healing based ones. She's also got quite the knack for cooking and baking, to the point she sells a popular cook book in the future.

Who they like better

She is incredibly fond of both her parents! She wouldn't be able to decide. Though, sometimes she can find herself favouring one parent over the other, depending if one maybe spoils her more that day.

Who they take after more

Eva has inherited traits from both, though she perhaps leans a bit more to Roi in a physical sense. She also gained his sense of curiosity, need to gather knowledge and his keen observational skills.

She absolutely has inherited a few of Asher's more animalistic traits, though they may not appear as obvious. Some of these traits include a higher sense of smell and taste, and occasionally she makes noises that are akin to a fox, usually just in the presence of her close ones, though. She shares a love for meat with Asher too.

Personal Head canon

Roi is the one that helped Eva choose a name when she asked for a more feminine one. He suggested Evangeline because of the movie 'The Princess and the Frog' ( a movie that is both one of his and Eva's favourites ). She ends up loving the new name, especially because she thought it was elegant and 'suiting for a lovely lady like herself'.

@ofgain

[kriegermeanswarrior11]

Original anon here—you’re correct that the current theory is Janelly Farias. At first it seemed like another crazy L Chat rumor, but after noticing the following things, I began to put more stock in the theory.

**There is no definitive proof and they could simply be friends. Just wanted to share this for others.

- Sometime in mid Feb - JF and her gf breakup and JF and Ali cover the Gold Cup together on CBS. Ali follows Janelly on IG around this time, but it looks like Janelly had been following Ali previously.

- During the Gold Cup, JF is seen wearing a rainbow friendship bracelet that says “ur gay” on it. People on L Chat mentioned that her friend made it for her months ago for the Taylor Swift concert. You can find a closeup of the photo under her Pride featured stories section on IG.

- Mid March - Ali’s style shifts back to more of her normal style. It seems like she knows exactly who her target audience is with her outfits. Less “for the male gaze,” if you will. Same with her nails. 👀 [This isn’t necessarily proof she’s dating JF, just that lately it looks like she’s trying to attract a woman more so than a man]

- Around March 20-21, Ali begins following JF’s good friend Renata Masciarelli on IG. Supposedly RM and JF are in NYC during this time. Rumors about RM and Ali dating begin on L Chat, but they don’t really stick. Regardless, it is a bit of an odd follow. The theory, which is later (somewhat) confirmed, is that Ali spent time with RM and JF while they were in NY.

- Mar 24th - Ali does the MSG interview with Sue Bird and she’s wearing a new rainbow friendship bracelet. This seems to be the first appearance of the new bracelet. Since this date, the bracelet has made multiple appearances and in one of the latest photos from Ali’s trip to Spain, you can confirm that it is the identical “ur gay” bracelet that JF was wearing during the Gold Cup and the months previously.

April 13 - someone on L Chat shares some of Ali’s recent IG quote likes. They seem to have taken on a more positive, romantic tone than her likes in previous months.

- “It’s the person you never saw coming that will change your life.” IG @3amthoughts9

- “ You deserve a calm love with someone who is good for your mental health and nervous system. Someone who is your safe space, your best friend, and brings peace to your soul during stressful times.” IG @selflovehealer

Two in particular (which, ironically, JF also liked):

- “Being attracted to someone’s voice is a real thing btw” from IG @queensdiarry

- “Good sense of humor, dirty mind and beautiful heart. Deadly combination.” From IG @love.quotes

- Mid April, an anon comes on L Chat and says the following: “All the trolls that had Ali turning her back on the LGBTQ+ community. That she wanted a man. And now she is actually dating a woman. Whoops, did I say that? 😂”

- A day later, people on L Chat post: “Ali is dating Janelly Farias. Mexican soccer player.” and “They’ve been seen around NYC on more than one occasion when JF was in town.” (Can’t confirm if this is true or not, but it would make sense given the timing of JF being in NYC and Ali beginning to wear the bracelet)

- At some point between Feb 24th and mid April, JF unfollowed Ashlyn on instagram and unliked her notes app statement post. I happened to take a screenshot of likes on Ashlyn’s notes app statement back on Feb 24th when I was explaining the divorce drama to a friend and Janelly had clearly liked the post, as well as older posts on Ashlyn’s account. When the JF/Ali rumors started in mid April, I remembered Janelly’s name being on that list and I was like, “there’s no way she and Ali are dating if she supports the ex.” So, I went to Ashlyn’s profile and noticed the unfollow and the unlike. That seems like a definite choice to me. Even close friends such as HAO and Lori haven’t unliked the original post, even though they are clearly supportive of only Ali now.

- During my deep dive, I also noticed that Makeup Alex and Janelly started following each other and liking each other’s IG posts in late March. This is interesting because Alex didn’t do Ali’s makeup for the Gold Cup, the CBS makeup team did.

- Mid April - JF was on The Courageous Podcast and she talked briefly about her recent breakup towards the end of the podcast, there’s a short clip on her IG. In the short clip, she mentions having a phone conversation with the woman she’s dating about changing people’s opinions through education [the question was about trolls, death threats, and such]. I think given the online trolling lately both JF and Ali have been receiving, it would make sense that they might have a conversation like that.

So, to summarize, they could be new friends, but the bracelet and the unfollowing of AH are the biggest things that make me think it could be something more.

I noticed Alex's (mua) likes too...👀

I'm sure that if is true, we will have some more tangible "proof" when Ali is ready.

[captainhysunstuff]

I think that was the first time I've seen you draw any of the Wammy boys, and it makes me want to know your headcanons for them, either inside our universe or just in general.

Henh, I draw them from time to time. Probably not in the last few months, but... every once in a while~. ^__^U Oh boy, for as long as I've been in this fandom, I don't think I've ever really put my thoughts/headcanons about them into solid words before. I'll try to make this not a disorganized mess:

Mello

I feel like his rivalry with Near gives him a sense of purpose. A goal to strive for. Whenever he has a set goal, he goes for it 120%. That try hard attitude is exactly what holds him back though. Being so laser focused may stress him out and cause him to overlook things and make more mistakes or ignore simpler solutions. He forgets to take breaks, and his fatigue creates more problems, particularly with schoolwork.

We only get one glimpse of him "off the clock" where he's playing soccer/football with his classmates (and laughs after clocking someone in the head with the ball, lol). That one instance tells me that he might have a slightly mean sense of humor (he's also seen pulling some kid's hair and Roger makes him let go of them), but of course the kid was okay and he knew it. If he had actually seriously hurt someone while joking around, I'm not sure if he'd just laugh it off. Probably try to say it wasn't a big deal, but still keep an ear out to make sure so-and-so was really okay. Very tsundere. I may be giving canon!Mello too much credit, lol. Although, he does express that he didn't want to kill Soichiro in the end. The kidnappings were horrible scare tactics, but he made sure that they would be returned alive if the demands were met (fuck his mafia crew though, *snort*).

He'd be more openly caring with people he, well, cares about. Matt as an obvious canon example. I think it's very telling that Matt isn't present during the Mafia arc. Mello leaves the orphanage alone, and he doesn't seek Matt out until after his base blows up. So, he strikes me as someone who wants to deal with his own problems by himself and not drag anyone he cares about into his personal drama. The mafia and kidnappees are just tools to him, but anyone close is out of the question unless the situation is dire. Matt was probably the only person he could reliably contact at that point (he does contact and crash at Lidner's place for a while, but surely he had to have recovered somewhere after the blast before he could get back into the action). How he expresses regret over Matt dying while being part of his plan emphasizes this sentiment.

A character I really associate him with is Amethyst from Steven Universe, especially if I want to think of how he'd be without the pressure of that rivalry, and even with it. Amethyst has the kind of humor that can come off as callous that I'd think Mello would have. What really shines for me is their shared inferiority complex and how they deal with them. I see a lot of Mello's view on his rivalry with Near during Amethyst's arc concerning her conflicts with Jasper. Neglecting personal time to have fun because the complex is weighing her down and making her try harder and become a more toxic person to be around ("Who has time for any of that when Jasper is out there?!"). Her anguish at doing so much to get better and it never being enough to get what she wants ("I can't win... No matter what I do, no matter how hard I work..."). The whole episode "Reformed" where Amethyst keeps trying to make a form that Garnet (whom I associate with L) would approve of by comparing herself to and emulating other gems. Telling people to "stay out of it" when they try to interfere or stop her from doing something drastic. The difference being that she gets positive results when she finally opens up and allows people to help her achieve her goals and not hyperfixate anymore. By the time Mello finally reaches out for help and realizes that he needs to put aside his animosity towards Near to ultimately stop Kira, it's essentially too late for a happy ending.

The only aspect where this character comparison falls apart a bit is with how lazy Amethyst can be (not bubbling the Desert Glass pillow despite living right next to a sandy beach, not being trusted to catch a monster hiding in her room). However, my counterargument is that we don't really see Mello in his downtime outside of that soccer game just chilling. Also, I'd like to reference L's "monster speech" about studying even though they don't really care about grades. It shows Near there, but I think it applies to all three of them, and Mello's only trying so hard specifically to beat Near first and foremost, not because he wants to study and get smarter for a future career ("All that practice stuff is no fun.").

Matt

Hmm... He's a malleable character to me, and that's pretty cool. He seems like a "go with the flow" kinda guy. Tell him to do something, and he'll be like, "Yeah, sure. Let me save my game first." I sort of accept whatever the fandom wants him to be in the moment, no matter what it is. The fact that he's the third smartest at Wammy's tells me that he's an effortlessly smart guy. Maybe he's good at memorization and can visually remember the answers to test questions without having to study that hard (like how I was at school, lol). Maybe not come up with the answer on the spot, but if you put something in front of him, he could go, "Oh, right," and correctly answer it. He has a little characterization in the manga, but I only just recently finished reading it, his scenes included. He really only seems to be part of the Kira case to help Mello and that's it. He doesn't seem too interested in the case itself, but Mello asked for his help, and he said, "Sure, dude. I'll try." Thus, it's why we see him gripe about how much work Mello's making him do, getting sidetracked by how cute Misa is, and speculating whether or not Mogi's her boyfriend, lol. Just a chill dude overall.

His chillness makes me think that ordinarily he'd keep to himself. Probably not to the extent that Near does, but if left alone, he is more than happy staying alone. He minds his own business, thus why he doesn't dissuade Mello from his rivalry or stop him from leaving Wammy's House (not that anyone could stop Mello from doing anything). But if someone extends an invitation, he'll accept it and try his best.

Also, "Mail" is pronounced "Mile." According to the Wiki, the katakana is written as "ma-i-ru." If it was "mail," it would be "me-i-ru" or "me--ru" I believe (henh, the his name would be close to Mel). Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's "mile" for me, and it ain't changin'.

Near

The first phrase I think of whenever I think of Near is "little shit~." XD I say that in an entirely affectionate way of course. Although, that "little shit" attitude only comes out when he's actively engaged with someone else. Not necessarily hostile, but definitely a little condescending, and it's very easy for him to rub people the wrong way. Perhaps he knows he has this effect on people, either intentionally or not, and this is why he keeps to himself and declines invitations to hang out? He probably doesn't even like being around people (he judges people very harshly in the manga). Maybe even mildly misanthropic. He might resent that he's co-dependent and has to rely on people on the daily when he gets older and leaves Wammy's House.

The reason he has the best grades at Wammy's is because he can fully focus on the tests and assignments he takes and doesn't make many technical mistakes. Makes me wonder if he's a slow test taker or exactly a mid-speed test taker? Or maybe he's effortlessly fast? Then, Mello wants to be fast, too, and that causes Mello to make more mistakes due to rushing when he could probably get better grades if he took his time?

It's very hard for me to talk about Near without bringing Mello into the picture. Their rivalry is such a focal point with their characters in the story. The rivalry is almost completely one sided in my opinion, but Near probably encourages it because he thinks Mello needs that goal. So, every once in a while, he'll make remark or do something that will purposely annoy Mello, reigniting that fire under his ass to make Near eat his dust. In the harsh judgment vein, he believes Mello's identity has been shaped around the competition and that he'd be lost without it. Kind of like how Near canonically becomes a bit despondent after the Kira case ends: taking the L mantle, but just going through the motions. Detective work doesn't seem like his passion; he was just groomed for it and is good at it. He'd be more than content to just lie around, making card castles and play single-player games all day. Maybe an occasional visit from respected company, but they'd better leave in a timely manner or be relatively unobtrusive, lol.

EDIT: Also worth mentioning, I have a ridiculous headcanon where Near has psychic powers in the anime. Thank the anime’s short hand in how he singles out Mikami as X-Kira by making his eyes glow and the room spin. I stand by that he blew up a guy’s head with his mind in the Re:Light special. Hey, if Beyond Birthday being born with shinigami eyes is canon, why not humans with psychic powers? Wammy’s is good at finding these eccentricities~.

Mello and Near's Tactics

I really do love how the narrative intention seemed to be that after Light defeated L, L was essentially split into two people with those two extremes amplified to 11. It creates a pincer attack around Light: Mello aggressively hitting the Task Force from the outside, putting traumatic emotional stress on them, and Near poking and prodding away from the inside trying to gradually create a mutiny against Light while acting like he's working alongside them. Mello brings the fear and pressure (and suspense in that he's just floating around doing who knows what after the raid), and Near seeds the doubt and inner unrest. When mashed together, they wouldn't make L exactly, but a being/team more effective and terrifying than L (surpass him together, indeed). Lord help their Watari, lol.

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I suppose those are my thoughts on the main three in a decently sized nutshell. Feel free to say I'm wrong or unfounded. I'm no expert with these characters, so hopefully my headcanons and interpretations don't piss anyone off too much. ^__^

[justarandomreaderxoxo]

CHAPTER 2: BONDS UNVEILED

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 14

Warning: OC character death

Summary: As Tony introduces Y/N to his longtime confidante, Pepper Potts, the trio grapples with the unexpected revelation, their evolving connections weave an unconventional family dynamic, bringing laughter, understanding, and a sense of unity.

Word count: 1506

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Malibu Stark Mansion. Waves lapped gently against the shore, and the rhythmic sound of the ocean provided a serene backdrop to the opulent surroundings. Inside the mansion, Tony paced nervously in the expansive living room.

He had always been a man of confidence, unshaken by most circumstances. However, the prospect of introducing his 14-year-old daughter, Y/N Y/L/N, to Pepper Potts, his longtime associate and confidante, made even the billionaire feel a bit uneasy.

Y/N waited in a separate room. Her eyes betrayed a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation. She had only recently discovered her connection to Tony and was still adjusting to the idea of being a Stark.

Tony took a deep breath, attempting to muster the charm that had served him well in countless situations. With a final adjustment of his perfectly tailored suit, he made his way to the room where Y/N was waiting.

"Y/N," Tony began, entering the room with a grin that concealed his underlying nervousness, "this is a big day for us. Ready to meet someone special?"

Y/N nodded, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. "I'm ready, Dad."

As they walked down the elegant hallway, Tony couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility. Pepper Potts was not just an associate; she was a crucial part of his life, someone who had weathered the storm of Tony Stark's heart. How she would react to the revelation of a teenage daughter was uncertain.

They reached the door to the home office, where Pepper was engrossed in reviewing some documents. The room was bathed in the warm glow of sunset, and the sight of the ocean outside the expansive windows added to the tranquillity of the moment.

Clearing his throat, Tony announced their arrival, "Pepper, we have a guest. Someone I'd like you to meet."

Pepper looked up, her eyes meeting Tony's with a quizzical expression. "Another surprise, Tony?" she teased, setting aside her work.

Tony grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "This one's a biggie. Pepper, meet Y/N Y/L/N."

As the door swung open, revealing Tony and a slightly nervous Y/N, Pepper's eyes widened in surprise. The air seemed to still for a moment as the three of them faced each other in the opulent living room.

"Y/N, this is Pepper Potts. Pepper here runs the show. Keeps me in check, makes sure I don't blow up the house.” Tony introduced, attempting to diffuse the tension with his trademark humor.

Pepper smiled warmly and stood up. "Hello, Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Y/N, her nerves apparent, managed a polite smile. "Hi, Pepper. Nice to meet you too."

Tony, sensing the need to break the ice, gestured toward the stunning view outside. "So, how about we all take a seat? There's something we need to talk about."

The trio settled into the plush furniture, the atmosphere still tinged with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. Tony, ever the showman, decided to cut straight to the chase.

"Pepper, there's something I haven't shared with you. Y/N is not just a guest; she's family. My daughter."

Pepper's eyes widened in genuine surprise, and Y/N's gaze dropped to her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the ends of her jacket.

"I know this is unexpected," Tony continued, his tone more serious now. "But it's the truth. Y/N is my daughter, and I thought it was time to make it official."

Pepper, ever composed, took in the information with a thoughtful expression. "Tony, this is a big revelation. Why now?"

Tony sighed, a rare vulnerability showing in his eyes. "She just found out. Her mom passed away recently, and she came looking for me. We've been running some tests, and it's confirmed. She's a Stark."

Pepper's gaze shifted to Y/N, who was still looking down to her lap, her eyes revealing a mix of emotions. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother, Y/N. This must be a lot to take in."

Y/N nodded, her voice steady but carrying a hint of vulnerability. "It is, but I wanted to meet my dad. Know him. And I guess I wanted him to know me too."

Pepper's professionalism softened into a genuine warmth. "Well, Tony has a way of surprising us, doesn't he?"

Tony, appreciating Pepper's ability to handle unexpected situations with grace, chimed in, "So, I thought it was high time you two met officially. Y/N, Pepper is not just a colleague; she's a friend, and she's been a big part of my life."

Y/N looked at Pepper with a newfound understanding. "I've heard a lot about you. Dad talks about you a lot."

Pepper chuckled, exchanging a glance with Tony. "He does, does he? I'm glad you found your way here, Y/N."

Tony finally looked at pepper with what could only be described as proud of his daughter," Pepper, Y/N's a prodigy, graduated college at thirteen."

Pepper's gaze shifted from Tony to Y/N, a mix of surprise and interest in her eyes. "Impressive. It's not every day you meet a college graduate at thirteen."

Y/N shrugged, a modest smile playing on her lips. "It's just numbers and equations. Not that different from the kind of stuff you deal with here, I'm sure."

Pepper's smile widened, and a subtle camaraderie formed between them. "True, we're all in the business of making the impossible seem routine."

As the evening unfolded, the trio navigated the complexities of their new dynamic. Conversations ranged from Tony's eccentric exploits to Y/N's academic achievements. Pepper, always perceptive, made an effort to include Y/N in the narrative of Stark Industries, explaining the nuances of the company and its projects.

The Stark Mansion, usually a symbol of Tony's solitary lifestyle, transformed into a space where the threads of an unconventional family began to weave together. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows in the living room as they shared stories and laughter.

As the evening draws to a close, Tony found himself glancing between Pepper and Y/N, a sense of contentment settling within him. The revelation had been met with unexpected understanding, and the three of them, bound by the evolving tapestry of their connections, looked toward the future with a newfound sense of unity.

As they settled into a conversation, Tony observed the interaction with a quiet satisfaction. His daughter and his closest confidante – two pillars of his life meeting for the first time. There was a certain weight to the moment, an unspoken acknowledgment of the roles these women played in his world.

Later as the trio gathered in the mansion's elegant dining room, Tony proposed a toast. "To family, in all its complicated, unpredictable glory."

Glasses clinked, and as they sipped the rich red wine, Tony turned to Y/N and Pepper with a mischievous grin. "You two are stuck with me, you know. Like it or not, we're a team now."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Is that your way of saying we're officially a dysfunctional family?"

Tony chuckled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Dysfunctional? No. Unique? Absolutely. And hey, we make it work."

As dinner progressed, the conversation flowed seamlessly between technology, business, and personal anecdotes. Pepper and Y/N discovered common ground beyond their roles in Tony's life. They shared stories of challenges, triumphs, and the occasional frustration of dealing with a man as eccentric as Tony Stark.

As dessert was served, Tony excused himself, leaving Y/N and Pepper alone. The room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, created an intimate atmosphere.

Y/N regarded Pepper with a contemplative gaze. "So, what's it like being with Tony Stark? It can't be easy." Pepper smiled, a mix of fondness and wry humor. "It's a rollercoaster, that's for sure. But underneath the genius and the chaos, there's a man with a heart of gold. You just have to dig a bit to find it."

Y/N nodded, a newfound understanding dawning on her. "He's not exactly the easiest person to get to know."

Pepper chuckled. "True. But he's worth it. And I have a feeling you see that too."

Over the weeks that followed, Y/N and Pepper's relationship evolved from cautious coexistence to a genuine bond. The mansion, once a symbol of Tony's solitude, now echoed with the laughter and camaraderie of an unconventional family.

Y/N, ever the astute observer, noted the subtle shifts in Tony's demeanor when Pepper was around. The banter, the shared glances – it was evident that Pepper held a special place in Tony's life. While a part of Y/N grappled with the unfamiliar territory of a potential stepmother, another part recognized the genuine connection between the two.

Pepper, on her end, admired Y/N's intellect and resourcefulness. She saw in her a reflection of Tony's brilliance, a legacy that extended beyond the confines of technology. The initial skepticism Y/N had felt toward Pepper gradually morphed into a mutual respect, a recognition of their shared commitment to the enigmatic man at the centre of their lives.

[deathsbestgirl]

scully + ghosts

is…emily trying to reach out to scully? it’s melissa’s voice but. the second call scully gets (on her cellphone that time) she was dreaming of the time she accidentally killed her bunny because bill was threatening to kill it & cook it, after she found it, she sees emily sitting on the stairs watching her.

emily looks like melissa. and then she gets the picture of emily from the detective & goes back to bill’s to compare it to pictures of melissa

so like. idk in my head it’s because of their connection. they just have a deeply rooted connection, the scully women. they have psychic abilities, and scully specifically has a connection to the dead (another reason for her ending up in pathology?) and melissa can hear melissa — melissa was the one encouraging scully to find out what happened to her when she was abducted. she *knew* there was something really important. the whole idea has always terrified scully, because she ~knew too but it was too much to face. and she doesn’t until she’s forced to. the cancer. then after her remission, emily shows up months later.

and this episode isn’t funny at all, but there’s still some humor in scully stumbling on a case when she’s on vacation.)l

when she calls mulder in the middle of dinner but can’t bring herself to talk because it’s too much & she has no idea what’s happening and she hasn’t had to lean on him like that since her cancer

scully telling maggie about emily, thinking emily is melissa’s daughter — and to scully that makes so much sense because how was she hearing melissa’s voice on the phone

there’s something here about ghosts & technology. later langley uses mulder’s phone to reach out from the beyond

maggie sharing her experience of her husband after he died — dreams, phone calls. “we’re still connected to them, dana, even after they’re gone”

oh god, the memory of christmas + the crosses. seeing herself as maggie.

(the way i didn’t mean to write about this episode)

the conspiracy with the clinic & the drugs — the framing of the husband. but why was he so on board with the experiment?

emily grabbing scully’s necklace & scully taking it off to put it on emily — god it’s so hard to watch scully with emily. she’s softer than ever. has it occurred to her yet that emily could be hers? that dream…and god it feels like emily recognized the necklace. she can feel the connection to scully. (remembering the only other time scully didn’t wear her necklace was when she lost it being abducted by duane barry, abducted, and mulder kept it safe for her — *wore it* to keep her close. only two people have had the honor)

god bill is such a jerk. i can see how he cares, but he’s such a jerk. the bad psychoanalyzing the scully’s are doing to her — maggie’s though has the string of belief, that they’re connected, the dead don’t simply leave them.

now mr. sim signs a confession?? but she catches on cuz she’s not gonna fall for something so easy — looks like a setup, walks like a setup. and then she sees the two men who were watching before & they find mr. sim dead.

why does bill think scully would make this up to have a child & a chance at motherhood? it’s so dismissive of scully as a person. a severe oversimplification.

scully opening up to this woman about her emotional distance — her fear of death & dying…and yet she became a pathologist & joined the fbi.

(the dark lighting in this episode is ridiculous. it doesn’t make sense why she has a meeting with this woman in extremely dim lighting is weird.)

this memory with melissa is fucking beautiful. the comfort melissa tries to give scully about joining the fbi, not following the typical medicine path. reminding her of what’s important (and honestly why it matters to scully).

i love that scully’s connection to melissa is so strong. scully has had two perfect opposites in her life. melissa & mulder. and it forged a connection that surpasses even death (any insurmountable distance — “i had the strength of your beliefs,” how scully had dreams of mulder’s abduction experience, seeing his spirit when he was drifting off) these memories are still so clear for scully and it’s beautiful & painful & incredible.

(going right into emily because i have to)

i wish we got to see scully call mulder. he shows up and immediately she introduces him to emily. mulder quickly noticing scully’s necklace around emily’s neck. and gods, i love this man & the way he is with children. his empathy shines through more than ever. the way he recognizes their innocence, pain & struggle and does exactly what will help them, make them comfortable with him. so he’s goofy with her and doesn’t put pressure on her to interact more than she’s comfortable with. and the layer of ~emily is scully’s daughter~ (however it came to be)

mulder&scully’s honesty with each other is one of the most powerful aspects of their relationship. they never want to see the other hurt, but not at the expense of the truth because that’s what is most important to both of them. to them, truth is the foundation of true loyalty & love & care. this dedication to the truth forged their trust within in their partnership and has carried through to every facet & phase of their relationship — it’s why diana fowley caused so much turmoil when she was around. she couldn’t change their foundation or relationship, but she could get into mulder’s head, manipulate him when he’s vulnerable, taking advantage of his quest & desires and it scared scully in a very different way. the way he behaved made her think his trust shifted, that he would believe a lie if it aligned with his goals/confirmed what he *wanted* to believe, that he seemed to doubt her in a way she never experienced from him before (even early in their partnership, and i’m sorry but she fought for every bit of trust she’s earned from him and it seems to her that fowley didn’t have to do a damn thing to earn his trust & doesn’t deserve it at all)

anyway. all that to say, mulder telling scully about emily’s mother of record, a false record. he’s worried about how emily came to be, who made it happen & why. mulder doesn’t want scully in the line of fire (again).

“i’ve considered that, but i’ve also considered that there’s only one right thing to do.”

“why didn’t you call me sooner”

“because i couldn’t believe it. but i need you now to be a witness on my behalf in this hearing.”

“i should have declined, if i never want to see you hurt or harmed in any way.”

“then why are you here?”

“because i know something that i haven’t said, that they’ll use against you to jeopardize your custody of emily. no matter how much you love this little girl, she’s a miracle that was never meant to be scully.”

he’s afraid of what pursuing this avenue with emily will do to her. he fears what it means for scully, for emily, the conspiracy they stumbled into. but he will always do what she asks of him. and what he says in this hearing for her — scully looks in pain & turmoil the entire time.

“…the fact remains that ms. scully is the mother of this child.”

“not in any legal definition.”

“well if you can show me a legal precedent for this case, i’d like to see it. dana has known for quite some time that she can’t bear children. she hasn’t known why. now, however that happened, the fact that she can adopt this child — her own flesh and blood — is something i don’t feel i have the right to question, and i don’t believe anybody has the right to stand in the way of.”

seeing scully’s reaction to his words is A LOT. first she seems close to falling apart, listening to them talk about her abduction & the consequences of it and then the conviction mulder speaks with about her right to adopt emily & how he believes it is what’s right, after cautioning her against it — speechless, quite honestly. mulder’s empathy & compassion for scully in this is outstanding. he wants to protect her, but not at the cost of what she wants, or honesty & truth, or of hurting their partnership/relationship. the way they help each other face the harsh truths of their lives is fucking beautiful.

“why didn’t you tell me mulder?”

“i never expected this. i thought i was protecting you.”

“why would they do this to me?”

“i only know that genetic experiments were being done, that children were being created.”

“children being created for who?”

“for who? for what? i don’t know.”

she was stunned by the way he spoke for her & defended her rights, but at the same time so hurt he never told her all of this about the experiments & what he learned while she was sick. a truth he shielded her from — something they so rarely if ever do (because truth is the foundation of everything for them) — trying to protect her, to shield her from this truth. it shakes her. i think this is one of his bigger mistakes with her, but at the same time, i don’t know how you could ever tell someone you love about what they unknowingly went through. and in the case of her abduction, she has always shied away from it. not remembering & knowing was terrifying, but learning why she doesn’t remember is part of her finding out what happened to her. she wasn’t prepared for this now, she wasn’t prepared for it during her cancer. these events forced her hand and she still fought it when faced with someone who remembered (penny northern). both of their hands have been forced here, and what easily could have ruined their partnership & trust if they were anyone else, this eventually makes them stronger & closer.

it’s *extremely* interesting that scully gets another call, in mulder’s presence, but there’s no voice, no one speaks. and when mulder gets the call traced to where emily is, they go running and find her with a bad fever. (so again, was it emily reaching out but now that scully is aware of her, she doesn’t need melissa to do the talking?) mulder picking emily up, cradling her against him, holding her head & finding the bump on her neck.

watching mulder fight for scully & emily is my favorite. he isn’t really a violent man, but he doesn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of calderon for refusing to help. and when he follows him, we see alien bounty hunters? and that he’s one of them…surprise, surprise.

“mommy said no more tests” — and that’s why they killed her. emily doesn’t like the tests, and she was suffering. her mom didn’t want to keep putting her through that. she wanted her to have peace for whatever life she had left. her dad wanted her to keep getting the treatment, i assume he didn’t want to give up. and then they needed someone to take the fall, he was perfect for it.

mulder’s ability to put together pieces when there are still so many holes he can’t fill — who else could do this? whoever created emily probably still needs her, they want her alive to continue whatever they’re *really* doing. “for different reasons”

he finds anna fugazzi…a 71 year old woman. he learns all of these women are in hormones & have all had children, after an age that’s typical…

scully fighting for emily — i love moms on a warpath to save/protect their children. i love that we get to see scully like this. the depth of her love is unlike any other.

mulder finds scully’s name wherever anna figazzi is, and an incubated fetus?? in green liquid. god i hate this. poor scully, poor mulder always rising things that will ultimately cause scully pain. but he also has what could treat emily?

scully has made up her mind though. she’s accepted the truth of emily’s ~creation~ and she doesn’t want to make her suffer anymore either, let her be a test subject, let her life be about fulfilling the agenda of cruel men. scully wants to love her and let her have peace. the difficult choices she’s had to make as a mother for emily are too much for anyone.

mulder is there for her, always. however he can be, however she lets him

“who are the men who would create a life whose only hope is to die?”

“i don’t know. but that you found her…and you had a chance to love her, maybe she was meant for that, too.”

“she found me.”

“so you could save her.”

the way mulder can’t look as she opens the casket. it’s too painful for him, he’s afraid of what she’ll find. but he turns back to see her pick up her necklace. the only thing emily could leave scully with to help her through this. mulder & her faith.

[ohwowanotherdanganronpablog22]

Poly fluff alphabet with Kakekanakinji 1/2 let's go-

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what? - Out of the three of them, Kanata is the most affectionate. Kakeru gets flustered with both physical and verbal affection, but physical affection comes more easily to him than verbal. Kanata likes both physical and verbal affection. Kinji mostly does verbal affection, even if it embarrasses him a little.

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone? - They don't always sleep together, but when they do, they start cuddling each other but wake up in their own positions. (Unrelated but Kanata gets the worst bedhead out of the three of them lol)

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them? - All of them try to talk it out, though in their own ways. Kanata is comforting, Kinji is calm about it, and Kakeru tries his best even though words don't come easily to him.

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or is it a group affair? - For the most part, their dates are usually somewhere simple but still romantic, like a restaurant. It's mostly Kanata and Kinji that plan them, but all three of them contribute to planning.

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events? - Kanata, since family is important to her and she wants to include her boyfriends. Kakeru as well, since his sister is important to him and he'd want her to like his partners.

f = fights; are arguments something that happens often? what are they over, and how are they resolved? - They're uncommon, though that doesn't mean they don't happen. It would have to be over something kinda serious. Though, neither of them can stay mad at each other for long.

g = getting together; how did it all come about? Were there any pre-existing relationships between them? - I imagine they had a quiet but heartfelt talk about their feelings. It kinda took a while for them to actually do it, but it was worth it. Neither of them had any pre-existing relationships.

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them? - So uh I'm forgetting off the top of my head if there are any specific hobbies they have, but I'm sure all three of them would include each other as best as they can. They just like to be with each other.

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone who resists being looked after? - Oh definitely Kanata is the carer, she does as much as she can to take care of her boyfriends if either of them gets sick. Both Kinji and Kakeru resist at first, Kinji because he doesn't think it's necessary, and Kakeru because he gets a little embarrassed. They can't say no to Kanata, though, especially when she shows that she cares deeply for their health.

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humor? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else? - They're all mostly serious, though I'd say Kanata because she's the most cheerful one. She likes to see her boyfriends get flustered whenever she compliments them (even if it is hard to get Kinji flustered, but it can happen).

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners? - All of them actually, though it's mostly Kanata and Kinji. As for who keeps their walls up, I'd say Kakeru and Kinji because of their introverted personalities, though eventually they come down in their own ways.

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it? - I wouldn't say "lavish", though I'd say Kanata is the least shy/reserved about showing off her partners to others, so there's that. It makes Kakeru flustered, while Kinji doesn't seem to mind that much.

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side? - Out of all of them, Kakeru is the most sentimental one.

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together? - For the most part, they sit together and be content in each other's company. Nothing special, but that's fine for them.

o = open; how open is everyone with one another? - Kanata tries to be more casual, even calling her boyfriends by their first names, though her habit of being professional isn't easy to break. Kakeru is still meek, though slowly he's getting better at speaking his mind. Kinji is still reserved, though his smile is more noticeable when he's with his partners.

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as? - All of them are open to it, Kanata initiates it the most. Kakeru is shy about it, but he doesn't mind it. Kinji doesn't mind, though he usually initiates affection in private.

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home? - Kanata doesn't mind how they spend their time, Kakeru and Kinji usually prefer to spend their time privately, though depending on the activity, they can enjoy going out and about.